#Like the bell that chimes when things end or something idk it made me sad

[colonelpancakes]

Your house has been sold. Tomorrow, you will be moving somewhere else.

… You will miss this place.

(Extra version without the text)

[heart4gyu]

teach you || heeseung x reader

note: it’s a whole lot of kissing and the end is pretty suggestive so minors dni !! i honestly haven’t proofread this and ugh idek if rly like it so sorry please enjoy tho.. also i’m considering doing a part 2 idk lmk what you think ^_^ [part 2!!]

wc: 2,147 words

your class had just ended and you were now making your way to the cafe that heeseung had told you to meet him at. he texted you earlier about needing to ask you something important and no other context. which was unusual for him because it was usually you who would text him asking for help on an assignment or to cover for you when you were late to class. so for him to be asking something of you, it had to be serious.

you walked in and the small bell chimed as you searched the room for him. and of course, there he was, punctual as always. he was sitting by one of the tables near the window, two drinks already on the table in front of him. “hey heeseung,” you said, placing your bag on the ground as you sat in front of him. you picked up the cup and tilted it trying to see what was inside, “it’s your usual,” he said as he watched you. “oh thanks,” you smiled, taking a sip. “i’ll just get straight to it… you know that girl that i’ve been tutoring?” he said, fidgeting around with his cup nervously. you immediately rolled your eyes, “yeah what about her,” you said, putting your cup down. “well she sort of asked me out on a date this weekend,” he said, avoiding your eyes. you were one of his closest friends and he was one of yours so you knew him well and vice versa. he knew you didn’t think fondly of her, knew that you didn’t trust her and rightfully so. she was beautiful, extremely popular, and very rich but she wasn’t exactly at the top of her class. you weren’t super popular yourself but you knew a lot of people, you were a people watcher. you’d often see her hanging around the smart students; her scrolling on her phone or filing her nails as they scribbled down equations or edited slides for her. you knew exactly what she wanted from heeseung but you didn’t want to hurt him by telling him the truth. because when she would hold his hand or ruffle his hair as she asked him for another favor, he’d take it as an act of affection.

“so what? you need help rejecting her?” you asked, and he met your eyes again, lips pressed into a thin line. he sighed and you picked your cup back up for another sip. “no…” he said, still fidgeting with the cup, “y/n, i want you to teach me how to kiss.” you almost choked on your drink hearing his words. “YOU WHAT?” you almost yelled, in the busy little cafe. you cleared your throat as peoples heads turned towards you, you composed yourself as you scooted in. “repeat what you just said… slowly,” you said to him, still unable to believe what you heard. “look, if you don’t want to then you don’t have to but you’re the only person i know who can help me with this. i have no other girl friends and you have experience with these things,” he said, emphasis on the last part. you knew what he was referring to since you always told him about your one night stands and past relationships. but you never would’ve thought telling him your stories would give him an idea like this. “if she really likes me, i don’t want to disappoint her,” he said, his innocent eyes practically doing the begging for him. you felt bad for him, knew that she didn’t want anything more than his help in her passing grade. “…okay, i’ll teach you,” you sighed. “yes! thank you,” he said, leaning over the small table to hug you. it made you sad to think about how genuine he was in requesting this of you. you just hoped that she was also as genuine as him, you hoped she proved you wrong. “but hee, if she really liked you she wouldn’t be disappointed just because you’re a little bad at kissing,” you said and he just nodded as he sipped on his drink.

you had told him that you’d meet him at his dorm on friday after your classes. so there you were, just as you had planned but if this wasn’t the most awkward experience you’ve ever had, you don’t know what was. he had put on a movie before you got there and it had been playing in the background ever since, completely forgotten. you were both sat on the couch in the living room, heeseung had a roommate but it was friday so he was out. “okay let’s just start,” you said, crossing your legs and turning your body to face him on the couch. he did the same and when you scooted in a bit, he copied you again. “lick your lips or something, they’re kinda dry,” you said, licking your own right after. “so first, you want to make sure the moment is right. don’t just go in and randomly kiss her,” you said, and he nodded his head, listening intently. “how will i know when the moment is right,” he asked, fidgeting with his sleeves. you always thought that habit of his was cute, he always needed something keeping his hands busy. “you’ll just feel it, there’ll be a sort of tension around the two of you, you know what i mean?” you said, hoping he at least understood how to read the situation. he nodded and you took a deep breath, preparing yourself. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous too, but how could you not be? he’s one of your best friends and yeah, you’ve kind of always thought he was a little attractive. “i’ll show you and then you can copy me,” you said. he nodded but the way his eyes were glued to your lips and his legs were slightly shaking told you he was getting impatient. you knew he’d had his first kiss some time in high school so you weren’t worried about that. just the fact that you were going to kiss your best friend was making you stall a little more than you normally would.

you cupped his cheek with one hand and used it to pull him towards you. he closed his eyes the second your skin came into contact with his but you took the chance to take in his features as you brought him in. you licked your lips once more and finally placed your lips on his. a peck first, and then reattaching your lips for a few more seconds just to see what you were working with. his face was warm, and the room was fairly dim but you could still make out the flush on the tip of his ear. you backed away just enough for your noses to still be touching and you both opened your eyes. “why don’t you try moving your lips along with mine? and let’s try, maybe 20 seconds, yeah?” you suggested, bringing up your other hand to rest on the back of his neck. he flinched a bit at the coldness of your hand on his neck but nodded quite enthusiastically anyway. his reaction made you smile and he returned it before bringing his hand up to your cheek, almost mirroring you. once his lips were on yours, you both stayed still for a second before you were tilting your head and moving your lips against his. he wasn’t as bad as you had imagined, then again, this first step in kissing wasn’t the hard part. you tilted your head to the other side and you were really about to lay back and pull him over you, when he suddenly pulled away. you were confused as he sat back and waited for you to say something. “it was 20 seconds,” he said innocently, as it finally clicked. “oh yeah,” you almost audibly gulped. you cleared your throat before you spoke up again, “you actually did really good… it’s just the hard part comes when you add tongue.” you watched his shoulders rise as he took a deep breath. you weren’t even really sure if he wanted to take it that far. “can we try that… maybe?” he said abruptly, hands in his lap fidgeting with his sleeves again. cute. “of course,” you said, scooting back in. your head tilted as you leaned in to kiss him. you kissed regularly for a few seconds before subtly parting your lips. he copied you again, giving you access to his mouth. you licked at his lips first wanting to make sure he was really okay with it. he tilted his head to the side in response, giving you even more access. you pushed your tongue into his mouth, and when his tongue came in contact with yours, he let out a loud sigh. the noise causing both of you to pull away, a blush creeping onto both of your cheeks. he was breathing heavy and wiping his palms on his sweats. “sorry,” he said, just above a whisper. you laughed, a breathy laugh in no way mocking or pointedly at him. he was worried he’d made you uncomfortable but you laughed so he did too. “i’ve never kissed anyone with tongue before,” he admitted and you thought it was cute how he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “well that’s what i’m here for… just try and do what i do, okay?” you said, caressing his cheek gently. he leaned into your touch as he nodded. you couldn’t get over how cute he was, he was like a puppy.

you kept your hand on his cheek as you sat up on your knees, his eyes on yours the whole time. you wondered if he felt the tension too. your face was above his now and he uncrossed his legs so that they were on either side of you. you connected your lips and he was immediately parting his, wanting to feel your tongue on his again. so you gave him just that. your tongue came into contact with his and it took him a couple of seconds before he started to move his along with yours. you removed your hand from his cheek and placed it in his hair, your other hand sliding along his neck and shoulder. he tried to move his tongue against yours and into your mouth but he wasn’t as skilled as you. you pushed your tongue into his mouth and let it explore for a while. he brought his hand up to your cheek again, tucking some hair behind your ear and he felt you smile a bit at that. feeling more confidence now, he placed his other hand on your waist. and you don’t really know what got into you as you pushed him down onto the couch. he wasn’t laying flat against the couch because of the pillows but you were still above him. “sorry, is this too much?” you said, pulling away just an inch or two. “no- no no i want you to keep going,” he stumbled. “this is a bit more than just practice, don’t you think?” you said, and he laughed a bit. “i think you’re just a really good teacher,” he said and this time you laughed. you moved your legs so that now they were on either side of his, and you sat back on his lap. he groaned as he adjusted himself under you, and it didn’t take you long to realize why. you blushed as you got up off his lap, sitting where you originally were when you first got there. “maybe we should stop for today,” you said, as he sat up. “that’s probably a good idea,” he said, placing a pillow on his lap. there was a flush on his face that reached the tips of his ears and down his neck. it was cute and it made you feel good that he reacted this way when you hadn’t really done anything. you looked at each other after a second and you both laughed. “good luck on your date tomorrow hee,” you said, as you leaned over to place one last kiss on his cheek. you got up and figured you’d just walk yourself out, seeing as though heeseung had a little problem to deal with. “thank you y/n,” he called out, as you made your way to the door. you smiled and waved him goodbye as you left. when you were gone, he lifted his cold hand up to his burning cheek where you had kissed him. he let himself fall back onto the couch, thinking about what just happened still a blushing mess. and for the rest of the night he had one thing on his mind, and it wasn’t the popular girl he was going on a date with.

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 13 reactions

Well, that was... well. in short I quite enjoyed some of what happened while din was there and I didn’t really care about what happened while he wasn’t there lol. I think it’s becoming increasingly clear that I just don’t care for the episodes dave filoni writes for this show, which is simply a matter of taste I guess. 

(if you loved this episode wholeheartedly -- probably look away now, I’m going to be a bit of a downer about it and I don’t want to shit on your joy haha)

- let’s just get this out of the way first: there’s a lot of stuff around rosaria dawson and transphobia in real life and yeah, of course that affects how I watch the show. I don’t even want to talk that much about ahsoka in this because of it. she was not that good in the role, after seeing how it played out I don’t think the character needed to be in this show at all, and she should never have gotten the role in the first place and that’s about it for what I’ve got to say. 

- dave filoni consistently does things with din’s characterization that feels off and weird to me, subtly out of place with what we see in other episodes (he’s... ruder? more short tempered/cocky/actively or aggressively interpersonal? more prone to express himself directly than he is usually? idk how to describe it but filoni!din always feels one step to the left of what he should be and I’m so hyper-attuned to this character that when something’s a bit iffy with him it throws everything else off haha. it feels like a shallower, more convenient read on him and I don’t like it)  

I also think filoni is almost too familiar with and in love with the source material sometimes? “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming” is undeniably a great line that echoes in decades of deep lore and so on, but dave my good man din had no real idea what a jedi even is until literally this morning. we, the audience, know about this long and storied history, but unless ahsoka spent the afternoon explaining it to him din still only knows the faint outlines of it, he has no personal experience of or attachment to it. it’s not bad, as such, it just rings false to the character based tone of the show for me personally 

- positivity break: baby sitting perched on the dashboard to be close to papa while they’re in hyperspace........sd sdfskdjhfdsakjksdhfkasjd  

also this is some full on madonna and child in the manger shit and I am LIVING for it (odds he’s crying quietly behind the helmet here? pretty damn good if you ask me). the mundanity of what’s essentially the shitty spartan bathroom of the razor crest on one side contrasted with the light and tenderness and love on the other? amazing, a perfect microcosm of what this show does with combining the grittier everyday down to earth stuff in the star wars universe with myth and wonder and magic and through it elevating both

 - the idea of having an iconique samurai/sword duel standoff and a western standoff going on simultaneously is genuinely inspired, but in action it didn’t really work for me. (the sword duel stuff needs these moments of stillness with sudden outbursts of violence and then stillness again, the western standoff needs mounting tension until it’s nearly unbearable, and cutting between them the way they did you sort of didn’t get either to its full potential. again it’s a cool idea, though, I hope someone picks it up and does it better at some point)

- seeing a jedi and a mandalorian wander together through a burned out wasteland left desolate by greed and warfare should have hit me harder than it did but for some reason it didn’t, idk. thematically sound, though, I like it a lot on the metaphor level

- I LOVE that pure beskar makes a specific sound, and that it’s an almost ethereal noise like the high clear chime of a distant bell. also now din has something to fight light sabers with that isn’t the dark saber which makes me so happy because you guys I do not want him to be the mand’alor. keep that funky laser sword away from my dad, apart from killing him at the end that is literally the most boring way to end his arc pls do NOt 

- wow they really went in hard on the samurai stuff in this one huh! there is a part of my mchanzo-loving heart that thrives on seeing a space cowboy and a space samurai team up, *wild otp-fuelled whisper* they’re twin genres inextricably entwined okay they belong together if you see this spreadsheet I’ve made over here -- 

- even knowing it was just a trick I felt such intense distress seeing the signet pauldron away from din. like the attachment I have to these pieces of metal because That Armour Means Dad... wild  

- they really chose the dumbest name possible for the baby huh fsajdfhsaj I agree with din his name is ‘kid’ now (eh just give me a while to get used to it probably I’ll come around)

also... you know what I’ve said before about shrinking the big unknowable galaxy ‘the mandalorian’ has been setting up? wow did they do that big time in this one, and it makes me feel decidedly :/. why does the baby have to come from the jedi temple, is there truly no other tradition of force users in the entire galaxy he could be from? WHY do you have to pull thrawn into this when most people watching this show won’t even know why he’s such a big deal? is this a stealth tease for a rebels sequel? if so why spend an entire episode of this show that only gets eight precious episodes a season on it??   

- on a more fun positive note: baby’s clothes are clean again, so it’s confirmed that din does wash them (and I guess that he does have some means of washing clothes aboard the razor crest!). I loved... most of the dad and baby stuff in this one, but then don’t I always I’m easy to please that way haha (the ‘playing catch’ sequence felt a bit off to me but I don’t know why. din being like ‘he’s so stubborn’ wasn’t... eh. didn’t land right. “that would be a first” was fun tho lol) 

- having ahsoka state the baby’s feelings out loud like that felt... weird? and also kind of unnecessary in parts, like yeah he’s a baby who’s been passed along to different groups of strangers and experimented on by empire scientists, you don’t need to spell it out for me that he’s been scared and lonely, or at least spell it out more interestingly? it’s such blunt force storytelling where it didn’t need to be? there are more elegant ways to get the same things across, I am absolutely convinced 

- ...wow while I was watching the episode I was mostly like ‘okay this is Fine I can go along with it’ but seeing what I’m thinking about in hindsight... yeah probably my least favourite episode of this show full stop haha, it took the spot from chapter 5 which was also a filoni ep

- I did 100% genuinely adore the whole part of din approaching the town and meeting the magistrate. consistently hiding the baby behind his cape and his arm? being deliberately, teeth-grindingly dispassionate with everyone, just giving them nothing? getting to see a bit of professional bounty hunter din again? wonderful in every way, I love this man  

- lots of meaningful shots of baby in the middle with a mando on one side and a jedi on the other, it’s almost like they’re setting up some Themes here lol 

- ...do you think din told ahsoka about either the rhino-levitating or the force choking. because girl I don’t think not training him is going to make this just go away haha, he just won’t know what he’s doing  

- it makes me so sad that baby connects his force powers with being abused :( (also a heartbreaking sign of just how much he cared about din from the very beginning, since he used it on the mudhorn to save him anyway ;________; was that like. literally the first time he sensed kindness and affection in anyone in like twenty five years or... ) 

- I understand why ahsoka would feel this way because of her past and specific traumas, but tbh attachment in a baby? probably a good thing, he doesn’t really have the higher brain functions to cultivate non-attachment yet and needs a safe figure because again. he is a baby. 

good on her for realizing it’s not a task she can take on both for the baby’s sake and her own, and also that din is that baby’s Dad though. the way she smiled at the end watching them leave seemed vaguely hopeful/had a little bit of wonder in it, like maybe she felt the potential for something good there, something she couldn’t conceptualize from her background but could sense the tentative outlines of anyway?  

(also so much pressure on a lil bb to decide his path... his dilemmas should be limited to what colour socks he wants to wear today not the course of his entire life :( I know he’s a magic baby but.......) 

- idk maybe I’ll find more affection of this episode through rewatches, you never know

[thefigureinthecorner]

finished the covers for my caleb and adam playlists! putting them together because like......... i have to. i can’t separate them

there is a caleb/adam playlist too but i’m gonna post that cover separately bc i have a different idea for that one

playlist notes under the cut!

caleb

yes, this playlist is 40% sleeping at last. no, i am not going to apologize for that. they have an album called emotions, it was kind of impossible to not use those songs.

falling for the first time- barenaked ladies: this gives me some strong caleb vibes, and i think it’s because it’s kind of an upbeat but also vaguely self-deprecating song? i mean, come on. I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser/I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out/I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby/I'm so fly, that's probably why it feels just like I'm falling for the first time

son- sleeping at last: And I will try, try, try to breathe 'til it turns to muscle memory I'm only steady on my knees One day I'll stand on my own two feet And I'll run the risk Of being intimate with brokenness Through this magnifying glass I see a thousand finger prints On the surfaces of who I am

soul meets body- death cab for cutie: it’s got some caleb/adam elements, but ultimately i chose to use it as a caleb song, because it feels more specifically like caleb seeking out adam’s emotions because they make him feel more like himself; So brown eyes I'll hold you near/'Cause you're the only song I want to hear/A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

joy- sleeping at last: i just really love the way emotions are described in the songs on this album (well, except for fear, which has no lyrics and is also not on this playlist). i also just really love The clumsy start of adolescence/The glue that mends our broken remnants/An overwhelming sense of reverence/It's a glimpse of light in a mine of gold for caleb

a new mission- josh whitehouse: ah. this song. this was the song that made this playlist really, really difficult to make, because it was the first song i added and it set a very high bar for literally every other song on the playlist. it just feels so perfect as a caleb song to me, especially early on, when he was still figuring things out and he was constantly overwhelmed by all the feelings around him and in him.

Sometimes I can't control a feeling that I get inside my chest Even with those who are close to me, the ones I call my best I lose sight of all my confidence, in a heavy single step It's happened ever since my childhood, things I thought I'd put to rest I can keep my mind intact by getting on with a new mission I can push myself, having heavy ammunition When something gets me down, for a second I'm distracted I look back amongst the lights I consequently lit my path with

anger- sleeping at last: I mean, it kinda feels like this song has to be on here, yknow? especially with this part, which genuinely feels like how caleb describes anger sometimes: Like wildfire, it starts in my chest/The silence grows louder, ringing out in my head/I feel the Earth shaking under my feet/I feel the pressure building until I can't breathe/And it takes everything/And it all spills out, reckless but honest words leave my mouth

if i say- mumford and sons: aaand now we’re at the sad part of the playlist, because i can’t make happy playlists apparently. this one is definitely a safehouse caleb song; Show me your hands/Are they cleaner than mine?/Show me your face/Did you cross the line?/Show me your eyes/They any drier than mine?/Your soul survives/But peace, you'll never find

organs- of monsters and men: also a safehouse song, but more aftermath than in the middle of things. it’s sadder, more subdued.

sorrow- sleeping at last: more safehouse! who would’ve guessed!

I feel out of focus, or at least indisposed As this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold. Each brave step forward, I take three steps behind. It's mind over matter-- matter over mind.

Slowly, then all at once A single loose thread and it all comes undone

up with the birds- coldplay: caleb likes coldplay, so i had to include one of their songs, and this one is just. kind of perfect?

The sky is blue, Dreamed that lie 'til it's true, Then takin' back the punch I threw, My arms turn wings, Oh, those clumsy things Send me up to that wonderful world And then I'm up with the birds

--

adam

some of these songs are here for tone; the line between what adam would listen to and what helps me draw him is very thin compared to most characters. i did try to make sure they were all songs that fit him at least a little bit, though.

all the kids are depressed- jeremy zucker: i mean. i feel like the title kind of speaks for itself here, honestly. also the lyrics fit pretty well. there isn’t a ton of explaining that needs to be done for this one.

three- sleeping at last: yes i am back on my sleeping at last bullshit no i don’t care this song is perfect go look at the lyrics they’re all good here’s some of them: Maybe I've done enough/Finally catching up/For the first time I see an image of my brokenness/Utterly worthy of love/Maybe I've done enough

velodrome- dessa: this was one of the songs i included primarily for the tone; it’s one of the songs i listen to full volume on my Nice Headphones when i’m feeling too much at once because it kind of just gets rid of everything somehow. it just creates this kind of,, pleasant hollow feeling, if that makes any sense at all. but i realized after i added it that some of the lyrics do kind of fit: With a bell to tell us when we're hungry/There's a bell to tell us when we're tired/A bell that tells us to rise and fight/A bell to rise and die/It's just all bells/Sometimes I ring myself/To see if I might chime

drowning- jay brannan: a lauren playlist song, because like. fuck. that is all i have to say on this song: fuck

trapdoor- twenty one pilots: adam is a top fan because of course he is. i listened to this one a lot in high school so i’m passing it on to adam, and it also felt like a good follow-up to drowning

marching bands of manhattan- death cab for cutie: god this song is perfect. also, another song i listened to a lot in high school.

And it is true what you said That I live like a hermit in my own head But when the sun shines again I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound But while you debate half empty and half full It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

nine: sleeping at last: god, this song. it fits way too well and it hurts. it’s genuinely difficult to choose lyrics from this song, and i recommend looking at the full lyrics because holy shit, but like

Who am I to say what any of this means? I have been sleepwalking since I was fourteen Now as I write my song, I retrace my steps Honestly, it's easier to let myself forget

Still, I check my vital signs Choked up, I realize I've been less than half myself For more than half my life

Wake up; fall in love again Wage war on gravity There's so much worth fighting for, you'll see Another domino falls either way

better days- radical face: 90% of my playlists have radical face songs. adam especially needed one, though, because his playlist notes mentioned he’d probably actively seek out queer artists, and also there was a youtube q&a where ben cooper said he never writes songs while he’s happy, and honestly the whole discography has adam vibes imo. anyway: When you're always drifting out to sea/Because the ground won't stay beneath your feet/And your head is pouring gasoline/On the person you prefer to be/Try to remind yourself/That it's probably gonna take some time/But there are better days to find

the little things give you away- linkin park: it just has that drowning vibe. i mean, it makes sense, they reference drowning, like, a lot in the song, but i feel like the tone of it adds a lot to that too. like, i can feel that guitar, you know? or maybe that’s just me. idk, it just works, i think.

in a week- hozier: you ever just listen to this in a dark room lying on your back with your eyes closed and yeah? because like, i do sometimes, and i kinda feel like adam does too. i needed a hozier song on this playlist and this felt like the most fitting one to add, and a nice subdued end to the playlist.

[bellamyblake]

idk if you write prompts but i love your bellarke family and i would love to read one where bellamy meets his daughter's first boyfriend and he's all protective and tries to 'scare' the guy and Clarke is there, putting some sense in him.

Hey, nonnie! Took me a few days but here it is! I did my best! Would love to hear if I lived up to the expectations!

Could also be read on Ao3

It has been a week. An entire week since Cassie told them that she’s going to the Unity Day festivities with a boy from her cadet training class Trevor Collins.

A week which Bellamy spent grumpy and snapping at everyone, most of all at poor Cassie who surely didn’t deserve his attitude.

He has been the happiest when Cassie said she’d like to follow in his footsteps and become a guard. Neither he nor Clarke ever pushed the kids in any direction-they let them make the decisions for themselves.

Cassie has just turned sixteen this spring when she came home after school one day finding her father feeding the youngest member of their family and the only boy, one-year old River, when she dropped her backpack and with a typical, very as Bellamy called it “Clarke-like” attitude announced that she wanted to sign up for the guards.

Her sister Lea who was twelve had rolled her eyes dramatically and kept working on her rocket model which she was developing with her aunt Raven, as if this was no news to her at all and six year old Tessa looked at her with her big brown eyes and gave her the brightest of smiles yelping “Yey!” in support though Bellamy wasn’t sure she knew what exactly all of this meant.

Clarke, who was doing her shift in medbay came in a few minutes after the announcement to find Bellamy still sitting in the same position, completely stunned with the only difference that now Riv was crawling on the floor calling “Dada!” every time he find something different to shove in his pretty much toothless smile.

After bringing her mother up to speed, Cassie went on.

“I only got two conditions” she said and in all her teenage seriousness crossed her arms over her chest and looked at her parents with determination “I’m going to train in uncle Miller’s squad”

“But-” at that Bellamy hurried to disagree but Cassie of course interrupted him which made him grumpy and pouty in the span of two seconds.

“No, dad, I don’t want to be surrounded by people saying I’m only there cause I am your daughter. I want to make my own way.” Clarke threw him a knowing glance which made Bellamy sink lower in his chair, crossing his arms as well, though in a much more grouchy way than Cassie had. “That and…we both know if you train me, it won’t end well for either of us.”

Both Miller and Bellamy were in charge of training the young cadets.

Every year they had a different group staring out as rookies and they split them in two big halves, as teams, which competed against each other and trained both individually and together.

Bellamy figured this approach was a working one since it was better to teach twenty five kids and focus on them so you could work out their problems and differences, instead of fifty, which was simply impossible.

“But I can-”

“However” Cassie interrupted him again and he groaned this time, actually groaned in protest “I’d like us to spar in the evening, I know I do have a lot you can teach me without embarrassing me to every kid in this camp.”

“I would never-”

“Bell, let’s hear her out” this time Clarke reached and put her hand over him calmly.  “Go on, Cassie.” she urged her with a smile.

It’s been hard having a teenager in the house these days, even if Cassie was very mature for her age, she was still a kid.

Last year, specifically was a nightmare, with her staying late with friends from school or sneaking out to parties she was not supposed to go to.

She seemed a little lost, not sure what she’s doing really and her grades made a wild deep dive that only got Bellamy more angry and grouchy.

The thing was, Cassie has always been daddy’s girl.

His first girl.

And she held a very special place in his heart.

Both he and Clarke always treated the kids equally and showered them with love, affection and in Bellamy’s case-lots of worrying but when Cassie was a kid she’d wake them up on a Saturday morning, climb up on their bed, sit on Bellamy’s back (he always slept on his stomach) and yell “Daddy! Time to go on an adventure!”.

He would groan, pretend to be still asleep which would result in her poking him or tickling him, till he turned on his back, pulled her up and said “Oh now you woke the monster! Arghhhhh!” which would make Cassie giggle and usually wake Lea, who was a baby still back then, up.

Cassie would cry when Bellamy had to leave for a mission, be sad for a week and talk to him on the radio every day, she’d go to him when she had a nightmare, ask him to snuggle with her on her bed, not on theirs and he’d try to curl his big figure on her small bed, she’d make him go to the river with him, or ask him to ride their horse Demy (short for Demetra) and he would never say no.

But as she grew up, she started spending less and less time with him and more with her friends, not all of which were, as Bellamy insisted “the best company” to which Clarke had to roll her eyes because it simply wasn’t true but he just had to be a pain because he couldn’t accept his little girl wasn’t so little anymore.

“And when we have exercises together with your squad, I want you to threat me as you do everyone else.”

Bellamy just glares around angrily first at Cassie then Clarke nudges his leg and he literally groans, pouting like River when he’s hungry or needs a change of diaper.

“Fine. I got it. But I still think you can join my team and we can-”

“Are you suggesting uncle Miller’s not good enough?” Cassie, always the diplomat, just like her mother.

Clarke smiles proudly to herself and Bellamy gives her a look.

“Of course not, I just think that you’d feel better if you train with me.”

“Well, I’ve made my decision, dad and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.” at that Bellamy, though looking a little hurt, nods, picks Riv from the floor and goes to the nursery to put him to bed.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get used to it.” Clarke assures and squeezes her shoulder in support.

He doesn’t. Not at first at least. He observes their training when he’s off and gives Miller tips, which he definitely doesn’t need and all of it results in an almost fight between the two of them and a big scolding from Clarke, so he lets it be.

But of course he keeps tabs on her.

He’s happy. She has started hanging out with the other cadets who are definitely better than her last clique and she’s quite good during training which makes his chest swell with pride. Even their one-on-one training sessions in the evening, in the backyard of their small cabin are going good.

And then Cassie announces her plans for the Unity Day celebrations.

They’ve just finished sparring, Cassie running inside, all sweaty and tired but with a gleaming face while Bellamy dragged his ass inside with a limp.

“How did it go?” Clarke asks as she feeds River on his chair next to the table and helps Lea with her homework.

“Great.Till old grandpa’s knee here gave in.”

“I’m fine!” Bellamy announces from the living room and comes in carrying a towel he uses to wipe the sweat off his chest.

He did a number on himself when last winter he went hunting after one of the biggest snow storms and ended up falling really bad down a steep hill and breaking his kneecap.

Ever since, it has been a pain in the ass for him to use it properly (”Because it never healed the right way!” Clarke would say) especially when the weather was bad. And this spring, it has been extremely rainy, which in turn made him grumpier than usually.

“You always say you’re fine, daddy!” Lea chimes in and gives him a concerned look. She always worried like him and wanted to help like Clarke. That one time she tried patching his bleeding finger up and she was just four at the time.

“It’s okay, kiddo, I promise.” and he leans down to kiss his daughter’s head which makes her squirm away.

“Ugh, dad, you’re sweaty!”

“Go shower, both of you!” Clarke orders as she struggles to feed River another spoon and gives in for a second “We’re having dinner together. And then I’m taking a look at that knee.” Bellamy waves her off dismissively as if he won’t have that when he knows goddamn well she’ll make him take a look before they go to bed.

“But I was going to go out with Trevor and Beth tonight.” Cassie protests and steals a piece of apple from River’s plate.

“Cassie, we haven’t been all home at the same time for a week.”

“Listen to your mother, kiddo.”

“But I-”

“You’ve been hanging out with Trevor and Beth every evening, you can take a night off to spend with your family.” Bellamy steps in with his serious dad voice.

“We were going to help uncle Jasper with the Unity Days celebration! There will be something like a dance after that and Trevor invited me.”

“He what?”Bellamy’s head snaps so fast he can feel a his neck crack.

“I’m going to the celebrations with Trevor.” Cassie announces bravely now, crossing her arms over her chest.

“No, you’re not.”

“Bellamy!” Clarke says warningly and then turns to her daughter “I didn’t know you liked Trevor.”

Cassie shrugs like it’s not a big deal and snatches another apple from Riv’s plate which she chews on loudly.

“I guess he’s nice.”

“You GUESS?”

“Bellamy!”

“What?! Why am I the only one freaking out here cause our daughter is going with some stranger to the biggest event of the year!”

“Because you freak over everything”

“Cassie!” Clarke was rubbing her forehead tiredly. She always had to mediate between those two and she definitely wasn’t looking forward to Lea and Tessa going on their first dates.”Both of you cut it off.”

“Is it a date?” Bellamy asks with fear and Cassie rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know. Maybe. We haven’t really discussed it.”

“HAVEN’T REALLY DISCUSSED IT??”

“Dad, why do you have to be so dramatic? He’s a boy a nice boy and I’m going to the dance with him and our friends. What is there to be a pain in the ass for?”

“Cassie, don’t talk to your dad like this!”

“Sorry. I just don’t get why he has to be like that. Trevor is nice to me. And it’s not like all of you won’t be there as well, so dad would get to embarrass me the entire time anyway, watching me like a hawk.”

“I would not!” Clarke raises her eyebrow at that and he pulls a chair to sit down next to Riv. That damn knee.

“Okay, you can go with Trevor, but we’d want you back by eleven.”

“Ten!” Bellamy opposes angrily.

“I’m not five, I can’t come home at ten!”

“Ten thirty it is then.” Clarke settles and before Cassie could argue she cuts her off “That’s final, kiddo, take it or leave it.”

“Fine! Ugh!” Cassie throws her arms in the air and takes off to shower still murmuring under her nose.

“Yes, we know, we are horrible and you hate us!” Bellamy bites back, he just can’t help it and Cassie closes the bathroom door with a loud thud that sends River into a frustrated crying fit.

Bellamy gets to pick him up but Clarke doesn’t miss him wincing and cuts him off.

“No, don’t you dare, just sit,I got him.” she picks him up while Bellamy dramatically leans back on the chair and sighs.

“How are you okay with this? Going out with some boy we know nothing about!”

“Bellamy, you can’t stop this. She’s growing up, you have to accept it. We can’t cut her off from the world just cause we’re afraid.”

“I’m not cutting her off, I just-” Riv keeps crying his guts out though so Bellamy opens his arms and she places him in his embrace which quiets him down right away.

“I don’t know how you do that.”

“He just likes resting on my tummy, don’t you,big boy?” Bellamy kisses River’s head as he lays down spread on his naked chest.

“Cassie used to love it too.”

“I know.” Clarke comes behind him and buries her fingers in his curls, scratching his head in a way that she knows will calm him down, because right now, he was still fuming.

She stares down at him and River and smiles-god, she loved her kids so much, but seeing them with Bellamy, did things to her.

After three girls, all of whom mostly looked like him, with curly hairs and brown eyes, River came to the world with blond hair like hers and blue-green eyes that were just like her father’s.

His face was still speckled with freckles all over that went all the way to his back, just like Bellamy’s and the girl’s, but it was the first time one of their kids inherited something from her too.

Bellamy disagreed with her. He said the girls all had her stubbornness and determination and he wasn’t wrong but Cassie reminded her of Octavia so much it hurt while Lea had Clarke’s selflessness and willingness to help others and Tess inherited her love for drawing.

River’s interests were yet to be determined but he liked climbing on his sisters, especially on Cassie, who had a weak spot for him, and driving them crazy.

Later that night, when the kids were all put to bed and Clarke was wrapping his knee in a bandage to relief the swelling, she could see him still thinking about it.

Knowing him, he probably won’t sleep for a week before and after Unity Days.

“Promise me you won’t look into this boy, okay?”

“I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

“Bellamy Blake, I know you. You’d be off on your feet running around camp tomorrow,trying to find him and scare the shit out of him.”

“I-…wouldn’t scare him! I’d just…talk some sense into him.”

“Bellamy!”

“I think he was that lanky red-haired boy. The Collins’ son, right? His father works in the bakery and his mother-”

“She passed away two winters ago from a really bad case of pneumonia.” she says sadly “So don’t go around torturing the boy!”

“I’m just…” he couldn’t finish off, he was feeling so many things, he couldn’t explain it all.

“Scared? Worried? Confused? So am I, Bell, but don’t do anything stupid or Cassie will get really hurt, okay?” when he doesn’t say anything she pulls at the bandage some more to bring him back and he ouchies like a baby “Promise me!”

“Fine, fine,I promise.”

And he tries, he really does, but the next day he still snoops around while Miller is training the cadets and observes them, asks how Trevor’s performing and what kind of guy he is to which Miller raises his eyebrows but tells Bellamy what he can with a few words which of course is not enough for him.

Later that evening he comes home to find Cassie helping her mom with River while Tessa and Lea draw on the table. He greets them all with a kiss on the head as much as they protest and then wraps Clarke in a tight hug.

“Is there any way for me to get a dress for Unity Days?” Cassie asks casually while she tries to untangle Riv’s fist from her hair “Do we have enough rations for that?”

Even though they had their own camp and were doing quite well, the Arkadians were still struggling and so there was a ration system.

It was not as harsh as the one in space but having four kids required a lot of meals on the table, diaper cloths for Riv, new shoes for Lea and Tessa who were growing up way too fast and stationary for school.

Needless to say, despite them working their asses off both in medbay and in the guards as well as participating in the council, they were struggling from time to time to make all ends meet.

“Oh, honey I don’t know if we can-” Clarke started but Bellamy interrupted her.

“We’ll make it happen.” he promises and for the first time this week Cassie gives him a smile which makes his heart ache.

Clarke gives him a look but he shakes his head trying to say he’s got it and she lets it be.

The next day, the night before the dance, Cassie comes home to find a pretty green dress on her bed. It’s a simple summer dress with tiny yellow flowers all over, knee-length and short-sleeved. She falls in love with it and comes rushing to the living room to hug her mom.

“It was all your dad, so you should thank him.” and as she says it Bellamy comes back home from his evening shift, dragging his tired self, still limping a bit and is suddenly welcomed by a running sixteen year old that screeches how much she loves him and the dress.

He smiles and hugs her back, holding her tightly.

“I love you, kiddo.” he whispers and feels his eyes well with tears.

“Love you too, dad!” she runs off to her room, probably to put it on and Clarke comes by.

“Noticed the winter jacket I got you last year is gone.” she wraps her arms around his neck and he gives her a tired smile.

“Who needs a jacket in the summer,huh?”

“Oh, Bell…” she shakes her head and he leans down, touching her forehead.

He traded it, the idiot. She got it for him because his last one was so paper thin, he got a bad cough, standing long nights out guarding the gates during his shifts.

He tried fighting her on it,saying it’s okay and he doesn’t need such a good jacket but she had insisted.And now he gave it away to get Cassie her dress.

His stupid selfless ass.

Next day he’s the most annoying grumpy person on earth though.

It’s Unity Days and the camp is buzzing with joy and festivities, preparations for the big celebration, organizing things last minute.

It wouldn’t be just a skypeople event, there would be grounders coming too, joining them in the evenings and most probably discussing trades and deals, especially with the clans closest to them so of course, naturally, it is crazy.

When the evening comes Bellamy’s walking around the living room in his best shirt with little River in arms as he casually strolled by the window and waited for Trevor to come pick Cassie up.

Clarke and the girls were getting ready in the bedroom, fixing their dresses, their hair, all of it so he’s left without any supervision (or Clarke-vision as she likes to call it) and when he sees the figure of a lanky teenage boy with red hair like the fire approaching their house nervously with flowers in one hand, he takes his chances and quietly opens the door and sneaks outside.

“Mr. Blake, sir” he greets when he sees Bellamy coming down the stairs of their wooden camp with gurgling River in hands, in all his angry glory.

Bellamy gives him a once over, raises an eyebrow at the flowers and almost groans.

“It’s Lieutenant Blake” nobody at camp ever called him that. He earned the title with years of hard work and managing the guards but everyone addressed him as either councilman Blake or Guardsman Blake “and Cassie’s favorites are the calla lilies not the daises.”

Poor Trevor swallows hard and squeezes his bouquet.

“When we walked by the river yesterday I noticed she enjoyed the daises more, sir. With…all due respect, sir. Lieutenant, I mean” poor kid was stuttering  but trying to keep it together.

“Are you saying I don’t know my own daughter’s favorite flowers?”

“Not at all, sir. I was not suggesting no such thing, sir uhh…lieutenant, that is.”

“You went by the river yesterday?”

“Yes, sir we were running. Training. As you know I’m in the guards.”

“So I hear.” he clears his throat “Listen now, kid-”

“Bellamy!” Clarke came off the door just as he was about to majorly screw things. She threw him a glance saying “What the hell do you think you’re doing” and gave Trevor a polite smile which seemed to relax him a bit.  

“What are you doing out? You should go help Lea with her braid!”

“I thought you were doing that. Ouch!” Clarke casually steps on his toes and makes him wince.

“You must be Trevor” she reaches out and he shakes her hand “I hope my husband wasn’t impolite to you.”

“No, not at all, ma’am” Clarke seems swooned by his pleasantries which makes Bellamy clench his jaw.

“So listen, we’ll need you to bring Cassie back at ten thirty, okay?”

“Yes, that’s not a problem.”

“It better not be” Bellamy uttered, which earned him another toe-stepping from Clarke.

“Trevor!” Cassie finally arrives as well and she stops at the top of their porch stairs.

Bellamy’s breath hitches and his eyes fill with tears once again and the sight of his beautiful girl in the dress he picked for her with her hair down and a small braid tied over like a princess’s crown, just like Clarke used to wear it before.

She rushes down and hugs Trevor. Before Bellamy knows it, she’s saying their goodbyes and promises Clarke she’ll be on time and see them later.

“Did you pull the Lieutenant Blake on the poor kid?” Clarke asks as she takes River off of him.

“I did not!”

“You so did!”

“Okay, maybe! But he was being cocky.”

“No, he was not. Now go get the girls and let’s go. We’ll be late.”

Bellamy’s grumpiness dissipates and is instead replaced by sadness.

He sits by the table with River in his lap, watches Clarke and the girls dance till they got tired and went off to play with the other kids and nursed a lonely cup of moonshine to himself.

At some point Raven and Jasper take River off his hands so they could play with him some, being his godparents and all, and he unconsciously drags himself to the so called “dance floor” which was just the space around the campfire where the kids and some of the adults danced around on music from the old days picked specifically by Jasper.

He raises his eyebrows when he finds Clarke lurking in the back near a pine tree and when he follows her gaze, he finds her staring at none other than Cassie and Trevor, dancing to a slow song on the other side of the fire.

“I thought I was the paranoid parent?” he jokes as he comes from behind. She’s tense and he gives her a look but then leans down to kiss her cheek.

“I’m not spying on them, I’m just hanging in here.”

“Just like you weren’t asking around camp about Trevor, huh?” she looks away ashamed “I run the guards, Clarke. I know when my wife is asking about members from it.”

All this time he got scolded by her for being a worried mess who couldn’t sleep and got up in the middle of the night to make tea or read books on the porch and she was doing the same thing he was.

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her back to his chest.

“We did good raising her, you know that right? She’ll be okay.” Clarke throws him a look of disbelief at his words. “I know,I know…I’ve been a pain all week but Cassie’s smart.”

“She’s sixteen, Bell, she’s still so young. I was seventeen when Finn got in my head, a year older than her.”

“That was different. I don’t think this boy’s like this.”

“All boys are like this.”

“Wow, thanks.” he huffs, pretending to be annoyed and she elbows him in the ribs which makes him groan.

“Except you. You’re just a cute idiot and you worry too much but your heart is good.”

“Maybe so is Trevor’s.” she sighs and hugs herself even closer. He leans his chin on her shoulder. “I’m sorry that I’ve been acting so stupid, neglecting your feelings about this. It wasn’t right.”

“You’re forgiven.” and she meant it.

Clarke wasn’t proud of many things in her life, but she was happy that they had both done a great job raising their kids and making sure they do not repeat their parent’s mistakes.

Bellamy never made Cassie believe she should take care of her siblings as the oldest one, she was not a parent, she was a child and as such had to enjoy it.

It was their job to raise them and they all developed a natural feeling of love and protectiveness over each other, but it was never to an extreme as it was with Bellamy and Octavia.

Bellamy and Clarke had treated them equally and with respect even if they were just kids and let them explore the world as they grew, setting boundaries and rules but also giving them freedom and encouraging them to be kind to everyone around them.

Of course they worried, Bellamy could simply not help himself.

He would have a crazy phase whenever Clarke got pregnant, coming up with task after task that he had to do-prepare the nursery, get new baby clothes, diapers, provide every food Clarke craved and then when their child was born he’d become a sweet crying sappy mess that she just…well…adored.

He was such a loving father.

“You feel like showing these kids what dancing really looks like, princess?” he suggests teasingly.

“Let’s go, old man.” she takes his hand and pulls him to the dance floor. “That is, if your knee can handle it.”

“Oh, shut up!”

They are sweet on the slow dance but they embarrass the hell out of Cassie when Jasper plays some old rock songs. Lea and Tessa join them and then Bellamy takes River from Raven and together they all dance in a circle till Cassie strolls by.

Bellamy smiles and takes her hand, pulling her to his chest briefly before they all start dancing together.

“I’m sorry for being such a pain, kiddo.”

“I love you too, dad.”

[dr-gloom]

idk(how :)) if you're still taking the heart-breaking prompts list thing, but if you still are, maybe 23 and logicality?

23. “I was doing fine. Really, and then you waltz back in like you didn’t break my heart.”

woot okay 

should I start naming these?

Death of a Bachelor

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Logicality

Warnings/Tags: lots of angst, past relationship, TV shows, it’s a little ridiculous, happy ending, some swearing

Logan had just come here for a nice cup of coffee, a peaceful atmosphere, and free WiFi. He hadn’t expected to see anyone he knew. 

Especially not him.

Logan had just sat down when the bell above the door chimed. He wasn’t really curious, but it seemed almost like human reflex to look over when a door opens. And that’s when he saw him.

His smile was just as bright as the day they’d met, and just as carefree. Logan hated how that smile made him feel. He hated that lighter-than-air feeling in his chest, and how his heart beat just a little faster. He hated that he still felt like this, after all this time. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched Patton practically skip up to the counter and tell the barista a joke as he orders his drink. Logan quickly turns back to his laptop, ducking his head. He prays Patton doesn’t notice him, or if he does he doesn’t approach. 

“Logan!”

Shit. 

Patton is suddenly at Logan’s side, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly. Logan wished he’d forgotten that the other did that. “Hi, Patton.”

“It’s been so long! Oh my gosh! How are you doing?”

Logan sighs. “I’ve been fine, Patton.”

“Can I sit with you? It seems like there aren’t any free tables!” 

Logan looks around. Sure enough, every table is taken. Logan restrains another sigh. “Of course, Patton.”

Patton smiles and sits across from Logan, almost instantly beginning a conversation. Logan doesn’t really pay attention to what he’s saying, trying his best to tune the other out and get some work done. Occasionally he can’t help but tune in to a sentence or two, though it doesn’t seem like Patton is really saying anything of substance. He always was one for idle chatter.

“And I told her that I was really sorry, but….”

“So I had to leave! I don’t think they were very happy with me…”

“Anyways, that’s what happened, and I’ve just been waiting for…”

“But I guess people get busy! It’s okay.”

Logan sighs and sets his coffee aside. “Patton, would you care to join me somewhere more…private?”

Patton’s face brightened, though there was an undercurrent of nervousness that Logan couldn’t make sense of. He stood and packed his laptop into his satchel, then led Patton out of the coffee shop. For once, Patton didn’t try to make small talk while they walked, and Logan was left to his thoughts. 

He’d met Patton nearly a year ago. His friend Roman had convinced him to try out for The Bachelorette (despite being gay; Roman thought it’d be funny to see his gay friend on TV trying to woo a woman), and he’d actually made it onto the show. Patton had also made it onto the show, and when they weren’t with the woman (Logan’s forgotten her name) they were with each other. 

Logan hadn’t liked him at first. In fact, he didn’t like anyone on the show, but Patton had refused to leave him alone. He’d somehow wormed his way into conversation, and Logan had found that his initial opinion of Patton had been wrong. He was intelligent, kind, and completely capable of making sensible jokes.

Before he knew it, he was spending almost every free moment with Patton, even if they were on camera. He began to notice that the two of them were being recorded more often, though he attributed it to the fact that the other bachelors were dwindling. Logan had been watching Patton joke with one of the few remaining bachelors when he realized he was feeling strange. His heart felt like it was fluttering in his chest, and he got a light feeling in his lungs and stomach. 

It took him a couple weeks to realize what that feeling was, and when he did he was - dare he say it - scared. 

Little did he know Patton was going through a similar crisis in the middle of his date with the bachelorette. He was the guy everyone was betting on since he seemed to click with her so well, and he did like her, but he was just realizing that he liked Logan more. And well, Patton being Patton, that didn’t stay secret for very long. 

It had been one of the rare instances where the camera had left them alone, and the two were taking full advantage of the situation to talk about deeper things. They’d been talking on the couch with a movie on in the background, not paying attention to it. Logan can’t remember what they’d been talking about, but he remembers the way his brain had record-scratched when Patton blurted, “I really really like you and I don’t really know what to do about it but I don’t wanna win the show anymore because I like you more than Samantha!” 

Ah, so that was her name.

Patton’s rushed confession had led to a long discussion and Logan’s own admittance of feelings. They agreed to play their parts on camera, but every private moment was for the two of them. And it worked too, until there were only three men left. 

Logan didn’t get the rose. 

He’d hoped that wouldn’t be the end, that Patton would throw in the towel and quit the show with him, but Patton just gave him a sad smile and waved goodbye. Logan went home, broken-hearted. He’d convinced himself that Patton had lied about his feelings and had gotten together with Samantha. He had no definitive proof of that, however; he refused to watch the show. 

He didn’t want to see the man he loved get together with someone else.  

Logan was brought back to the present when the two men finally reached the park. He guided Patton to a bench far from the park’s paths to give them a little privacy, ignoring the slight feelings of nostalgia. Patton sits beside him, kicking his legs and smiling. “Soooooo, how’ve ya been, Lo?”

“It’s Logan.”

Patton’s smile fades. “Oh. Right, sorry.”

Logan adjusts his glasses. “And I’ve been perfectly fine, thank you for asking.”

Patton glances at Logan. “So, uhm… I guess you wanna talk about us?”

Logan takes a deep breath. If Patton needs it outlined for him in bold then so be it. “There is no us, Patton. You’ve made that quite clear.”

Patton blinks, confused and hurt. “I- what?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, Hart. You know, if you truly didn’t hold feelings for me, there was no reason you needed to string me along. I would have understood; we were, after all, on a television show where we were attempting to woo a woman.” His tone comes off a little more scathing than he really meant, but a hurt little part of him convinced him he deserved to finally let it all out, to let Patton know how he hurt him. 

“Wh- but I do-”

“Don’t. We agreed that if one of us got voted off, the other would leave as well. After all it would be incredibly distasteful to pretend to date someone else while the other was watching from home, wouldn’t you say?” 

Patton winces. “I-I’m sorry, Lo, I was trying to-”

“It’s Logan. My name is Logan. Only my friends get to call me Lo, or L, or any other asinine nickname they please, and you are no friend of mine. I was doing fine, really, and then you waltz back into my life without regard like you didn’t break my heart. I want you to leave. Leave me alone, and leave my life, like you intended to a year ago. Go back to Susan.”

“…Samantha.”

“Whatever.”

Patton sniffles and wipes his eyes, nodding and standing up. “Okay, Lo… I’m sorry.” He walks away, leaving Logan alone on the bench. 

Over the next few days, something about the encounter keeps scratching at Logan’s brain. For reasons he can’t fathom he finds himself searching for their season and bringing up the last couple of episodes. He watched the episode where Samantha chose Patton and the other male, and Logan was left rose-less. He watched as Patton gave a pained smile and waved goodbye, as the emotions he’d thought he’d hidden well were written across his face, and then that was it. 

He watched the next episode, watched as Patton explained that he’d met someone on the show that he liked, but it wasn’t Samantha. He watched Patton talk about this amazing guy who was funny and smart and kind in his own special way, how he made Patton feel like he was floating on air. He watched as he told the audience that he’d planned to leave the show with this guy but the night before he got kicked off he got the news that his grandma was in the hospital. He explained that he needed the money from being on the show to help pay the bill, and that if this guy still wanted to be with him, to please call him tomorrow night. The producer even let the TV guys put Patton’s number on the screen. And then….

“I love you so much, Lo. Please call me. I’m sorry.”

Shit. 

“Hello?”

Logan’s heart squeezed at the utterly dejected tone on the other end of the line. “Ah, Patton, I-”

“Wait, Logan? How’d you get my number?”

“I…. Finally watched the last episode. It was on the screen.”

“Oh…”

“Yes. I… I need to apologize. I was being incredibly selfish when I said all those things at the park, and I hadn’t given you a chance to explain your end. I was hurt, but that is no excuse for my behavior. I had no idea about any of that, and if I had, I would not have kept you waiting for a year. I am terribly sorry.”

There’s a brief pause where Logan can hear the faint static over the line and his heart lodges itself into his throat. A brief moment where his brain seems to work at maximum speed to make him paranoid and anxious. 

And then Patton laughs. 

It’s the same, full, joyful sound Logan remembers, and his anxious and fearful mood is fighting with the utterly in love one blooming in his chest at the sound. They then lose out to his confusion and he gathers the courage to speak up. “…Patton? Is everything alright?”

He giggles. “I just- you- I tried to- when we were having coffee-” More giggling. “I guess you still kinda zone out when I talk too long, huh?”

Logan’s face flushed as he recalled what he could remember of the conversation and connected the dots. “Wh- I didn’t-”

“It’s okay, Lo.” Logan can hear the smile in his voice, “You can make it up to me. Let’s say… 6:30, that little diner on Watt?”

Logan smiles, sitting in his armchair. “That sounds lovely.”

“Great, I’ll see you then!”

Patton hung up, and Logan spent the rest of the afternoon fretting over what to wear and what to say. 

He even showed up half an hour early, but Patton showed how well he knew Logan because he was there waiting.

And this time, Logan got the rose. 

A/N: oh my god I’m so sorry this turned out waaaaayyyyy longer than i intended. disclaimer; ive never seen the bachelor or the bachelorette, so im basing this off of like, the few gifs/clips ive seen through tumblr and shit. hope you like!

uhhhhhhhh i guess i should start tagging these???

@hungry-red-panda @neonb-fly @chemically-imbalanced-romance @punsterterry @dead4sevenyears @metaphoricalpluto2

[namjoonxorg]

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 ･❪ ❁ ❫ ･ 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒔 - 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏?

“We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.”

– George W. Melville

The bell rings above you as you push open the door to the quaint little coffee shop where you’d decided to meet Jimin. You know that it seemed a little cliche, but in your defense, they were actually really cheap here and it’s not like college is paying you any money.

The girl behind the counter, Emma, smiles at you warmly. You back and scan the shop for an open table. Unfortunately, it seems that the only table available is directly in the middle of the cafe. Shrugging, you sit at the two-person table and grab the menu to glance over, even if you’ve already seen it a hundred times.

You’re contemplating your order when your phone vibrates in your pocket. Seeing it’s from Jimin, you answer it quickly.

Jimin: hey i’m really sorry to pin this on you rn, but long story short something came up and i’m stuck with a friend of mine for two more hours.

i’m so sorry, he can wait in the car or we can call it off and reshedule if you want. i know this is really bad timing but idk what else to do…

You bit your lip in thought as you read his message again. You can tell that he feels really bad through his messages. You haven’t known Jimin long nor do you know him all that well, but that’s exactly what this date was for. You were going to sit down, have lunch, and try to get to know the cute boy you met at the party.

Taking just another moment for thought, you sent Jimin a reply.

You: it’s okay. your friend can just sit at another table maybe? i was really looking forward to lunch and as long as we’re not interrupted, there’s no harm done, right?

You don’t have to wait too long for Jimin to respond and he agrees to meet up, saying again how sorry he was that this had to happen this way. You smile at how cute he’s being, excited for him to get here.

You began to scroll through instagram until Jimin showed up, just to bide your time. It barely felt like five minutes until the bell chimed from the doorway and you looked up on instinct.

Jimin smiled at you when he caught your glance, his eyes forming crescent moons that you found adorable. You waved and he came over with graceful steps, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. You felt a grin take over your own face as he finally reached you.

The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, blushing like fools, until Jimin cleared his throat and gestured to the figure beside him which you had paid no mind.

Jimin nudged the guy’s side lightly, causing him to look up from the phone he’d been staring at since the moment he walked in.

Your breath caught in your throat, no oxygen left in your lungs. Your eyes went wide upon seeing his face, the one you’ve seen thousands of times, have had memorized for years.

The soft features of his round brown eyes, the ones that had never stopped glimmering with hope and the optimism for impossible dreams. The laugh lines by his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that you swear he’s had for ages because that boy never stopped laughing. The sweetness and pure energy that his smile held, too bright to ever be dulled and too young to ever age. It was all the same, save for his hair which looks slightly more kept together than that of the playful child and adventurous teen you remember.

“Hobi?”

His eyes look just as wide and just as surprised as yours. His mouth drops open. “Y/N?”

The table’s quiet.

Somehow you ended up with three people at the small little table you picked out for you and Jimin. Hoseok sat somewhat between you two, having pulled up an extra chair, but he looks anywhere but at you. Jimin sits directly across from you, his head downcast and his eyes trained on the salad he ordered. No one says a single word, the three of you are silent and stiff, no eye contact is made. Suddenly, Jimin pipes up.

“So,” He starts, licking his lips with uncertainty. “How is it that you two know each other again?”

You open your mouth to reply, but Hobi beats you to it. “We’re friends, er- we were friends-”

“Best friends,” You correct without thinking, realizing your mistake and shrinking back. “We grew up together.”

Jimin nodded, looking back between you and Hoseok, who you’ve just learned is his roommate and one of his best friends. You hadn’t even known Hoseok went to this school…

“I take it you haven’t spoken in a while then,” Jimin tries again, still struggling to wrap his head around the fact that the guy he’s lived with for almost three years apparently has a pretty long history with the cute and funny girl he met at the party.

“No,” You reply dutifully, your spirits not as high as they were when you got here. “We haven’t.”

Your mind wanders back three years, to the way you held on desperately to a friendship that wasn’t going to last. It traveled back to the way you clung to the boy -man- beside you in an attempt to keep the one thing you could always count on with you through the ever-changing ways of adulthood. Your mind shifted, forcing you to remember the exact moment you realized it was all a lost cause. Then you relived the day you stared at your screen, and with a broken heart, finally gave up chasing after times long past.

You bit your lip in an effort to keep it from trembling. That wasn’t a time in your life you like to remember and certainly not when the one person you never expected to see again sits just barely to your left. And especially not when you struggle to keep your eyes elsewhere, away from that exact person because every time you look at him you see memories of from your childhood in a kaleidoscope of rose colored lenses, now tinted in sadness.

And definitely not when he’s in every single one of them.

Silence falls over you again, it covers your surroundings like a thick blanket and your hyper aware of every movement the two men make. The mood has since turned awkward but you just feel more lost than embarrassed. How is one supposed to feel in a situation like this? You start to think the rest of lunch will pass this way when Hoseok speaks up.

“When did you get here?” He asks, those big brown eyes you’ve always loved suddenly no longer fearful to meet yours. “I mean, I thought you were going to school in Busan. When did you transfer here?”

His eyes are curious, relentless in their pursuit to figure out not only when you got within grasp, but when you left and where you both went wrong. He’s asking more questions than one, you can practically see his mind running a mile a minute and you wish you could help. You wish you could answer all his questions and have answers to yours in return, but you can’t. Because the truth is you don’t know where you went wrong, if you did things would surely be different. If you did, you would have already tried to fix all the mistakes, smooth out all the wrinkles.

But you can’t do that either. Too much time has passed and even if you tried, you have no idea if things are still the same; if he’s still the same. Things can change, people can, too. Besides, you wouldn’t even know where to start.

Hoseok is looking at you now, seeking answers to at least the questions he voiced, and you give him those. Even if it’s all you have.

“A year ago I moved here,” You tell him, not quite sure if that was the answer he was looking for, not quite sure how much comfort it can offer him. It offers you none. “After those two years, I decided that I needed a change of scenery. So I applied here… I had no idea that you went here.”

“I wish you would’ve told me,” He says quietly, his soft voice but a fragile whisper of pain and regret. You imagine his eyes look the same but you can't bring yourself to check. “We could have met up, we could’ve fixed things, we could’ve-”

“Could’ve what, Hobi?” You shoot back, your voice harsher than you intended, but you can’t stop. There was nothing that you could have done back then and he knows that. “By then the damage was done. We’d stopped speaking and I barely even saw your contact anymore. Hell, I didn’t even know if you still lived here in Seoul. How could I have known anything about you then, Hobi? Or now for that matter?”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth, but you don’t take them back. They needed to be said and you can tell from the look on his face that he knew this. He knew better, he just couldn’t accept it. Always a kind soul, Hobi was. He was always bad at accepting unfortunate news and what happened to you both was certainly just that.

“How could I have known?” You mumble back, your eyes falling closed.

You take a deep breath and drag a lazy hand through your hair. You look at Hobi and you know that he’s done talking now and quite frankly, so are you. There’s nothing left to say.

Finally your gaze falls on Jimin. You want to slap yourself for how sorry you feel that he had to get stuck in the middle of this. You’ve imagined seeing your best friend again so many times, but it never ended like this and you definitely never thought you’d be on a date when it happened. Well, what was supposed to be date, anyway. You’ve spoken more to Hoseok than you have Jimin and you find yourself wishing that this could’ve gone better, for everyone involved…

You grab your purse and direct your gaze to your date. “I think I’ll head out now, but can I talk to you, Jimin?” You ask him, causing the man in question to look up at you in surprise, having hardly been addressed for the past hour. “Just for a second?”

He must have seen how desperate you were to fix things and he nodded, muttering something to Hoseok, who himself looked riddled with confusion and uncertainty. You’re sure you probably look the same.

You walk him over to the door of the cafe and turn to face him, the determination to make things right prickling at your conscience. “Look, Jimin, I’m so sorry about today. This really wasn’t how I wanted things to go, I-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. It’s not your fault.” Jimin waves off your concerns with a shake of his head and a smile on his face. It’s understanding and warm and it makes you wish you had the chance to do the whole day over again just to go on a date with him like you were supposed to. “I get it. Friendships are… complicated.”

You chuckle, agreeing, though it lacks actual humor. Nodding to yourself you look down to your shoes, suddenly too ashamed to meet his comforting stare. Jimin doesn’t let you do this though, as he takes his pointer finger and places it under your chin, making you look up at him.

He grins, light-hearted and sweet. “It’s probably my fault, anyway. Who brings their friend on a first date?”

You laugh, more genuine this time and shake your head. “No, you’re fine, Jimin. Things probably would have gone smoother if it was literally anyone else.” You reply easily, but it feels wrong on your tongue; treacherous somehow. “Maybe we can reschedule and I can make it up to you?”

His eyebrow arches, playfully. His plump lips lifts into a smirk and you can feel your excitement and eagerness to fix things rise. “Oh yeah?”

You nod, furiously. “Yeah. It’s the least I can do for ruining lunch today.” You smile, hopeful. “What do you say?”

The blonde hums, pretending to think about it. You begin to pout and he snickers lightly. With a nod, he concedes.

“I think we can arrange that just fine,” He grins and you beam in response. “And I promise this time it’ll just be you and me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With the plans set, you depart from the two of them and head back to your dorm to finish some leftover classwork you’ve yet to complete. You offered to pay for your portion, but Jimin insisted that he and Hoseok could take care of it.

But now, you sit at your desk, struggling to concentrate on anything but the boy you left behind three years ago. Your mind races for the rest of the day and you catch yourself scrolling through his contact information for the first time in a while more times than you care to admit.

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[davidhatter]

Day 15: No Words Necessary Playlist - Hatter Vibes

1. Ms. Honey by David Newman 

a character intro for the ages. This was what played when the queen herself blessed the screen. It’s been dipped in a healthy coating of nostalgia for me!! And so what!!! That’s music baby! Anyway, while Hatter and Ms. Honey aren’t really the same character, I like to think they give off similar vibes. Providing a safe place for people to come in, hang out, be themselves away from home. This song is mostly that nice soloist with the EXCELLENT vibrato, i die every time it hits that high note and goes oOOOoooOOo with it, but then you have the accompaniment playing behind it, soft and very complimentary, until they’re all that’s left there at the end. I think is like, that’s Hatter but then you’ve got Swynlake going on around him, both complimenting one another with their presence in the other’s lives. He doesn’t work without it, and I WOULD LIKE TO THINK LMAO that the town would be sad and missing a lil somethin somethin without him there, too. Overall, it’s just a good showcase of the soft, warm, cozy vibes he gives off if you know him well enough to get past his silence and gruff attitude. 

2. Main Title (Good Will Hunting) by Danny Elfman

This song just, idk, it doesn’t let your brain sit still. There’s always something new going on every few seconds. That weird whistle thing, the choir, the flute, then oh god there’s also a guitar in there? HEllo??? What’s going on??? What’s this song? idk! but it’s good!! and weirdly soothing... Danny Elfman is kinda known for the whimsy he can put into his scores, and this is a great example of that. Which I want Hatter to HAVE. I don’t think I do a very good job of putting it into him lmao he’s mostly just annoyed or grumpy or both. BUT it’s there in my mind. And this song is kinda what I think the inside of his brain looks like, always shifting and moving and using new things but also keeping to what he knows best. For the shoppe, too. There’s always stuff going on, always new and old faces, always on the go-go-go until there’s a lull, and then you’re back at it again with the latte making. 

3. Kristofferson’s Theme by Alexandre Desplat 

Remember that thing I said about whimsy. YEAH. Copy + paste, but add on a bit of QUIRK! I don’t think Hatter himself is quirky though lmfao. maybe WEIRD and he HAS some quirks, but he himself ain’t got that whole aesthetic going on. This song is kind of just the same melody, the like ‘do do do do’ played over and over again on different instruments while the background keeps chugging along. I like to think that it’s, again!!!, the tea shoppe. The bell chimes, a customer orders, the drink is made, they go on their way. People say the same thing, “Hi, how are you?” “Good how are you?” just sort of hitting the same beats over and over again throughout the day, but not in a bad way!! This aint that montage of Squidward losing his gd mind in the squid retirement neighborhood. Hatter likes the routine of it all! And his shoppe, and his lil kitchen, and the town, and everything! The song is upbeat and it’s got that background quick beat that’s kind of like time going, going, going, instead of something that’s dragging on, taking forever, is unbearable. nah, he likes what he does!! wouldn’t want to be doing anything else!! even if he complains a lot but that’s his right!!!

4. Magic Hour by Luke Richards

What it says on the tin. Except not LITERALLY magic lol. this is just sort of the song that would go with getting the shoppe ready for the morning. before everyone else is awake, or come in for their shift, it’s just him and getting everything into order. very soft and slow like that draw on the strings. no rush. no worry. just going about his day before everyone else is. getting something in the oven that wafts over the whole store, making it coat the back of your throat with the warmth of it, and then the sun HITS and WOOOOIIEEE BABY!! that’s what it means to be alive actually!!!!!! 

5. Field by Keaton Henson (ft. Ren Ford) 

LOOK if I was a lesser person I sincerely would have just slapped down Henson’s “Romantic Works” and been DONE with this task. that whole album is just. the best, the worst, i hate it, i LOVE!!! it, it soothes me, it makes me go buck wild, i want to wrap it around myself like the warm blanket it is, actually no i want to throw it in the garbage and send it down the way for making me think thoughts i didn’t know i could think!! it just taps into something else. this is just what i imagine would play while a bitch walks through enchantra. it’s got the sounds of nature interlaced. this whole album is the piano vs the cello and how they interact with one another. in this one it’s like, the piano is someone’s walking around and continuing on and the strings are what they see, how it makes them feel, etc. etc. it’ll OVERWHELM the piano at times, but the piano is always there, carrying on in the background, sometimes gaining enough momentum to kind of breach the strings, but never all the way. i like that relationship for hatter vs nature. as a kitchen witch, he’s building to be powerful, i like to think they take a lot of their ingredients from natural sources, otherwise things sour or get muddy when stuff has been processed too much. would rather have fresh mint or the smell of rain than store bought!! so he’s always there, walking through it, getting what he needs while taking in how pretty nature it. he’ll never be as powerful as what it can provide for him, but he’s working his way up with it’s help. 

6. Mirror Lake by Angus McRae 

iykykyk. jk. like most bitches, this song on fleabag got be FEELING a certain type of WAY! “I want to take clean mugs out of the dishwasher and put them in the cupboard at home. And then the next morning, I want to watch my wife drink from them.” makes me go nuts!! this song conveys this sort of sentiment of wanting to take care of someone and be there for them very well. it’s got such a heavy and harrowing melody, slow in tempo, but the piano is played in an upper register so it gives some kind of weird allusion of hope and betterment. it’s so simple, just a piano going along, but it conveys so much with just so little!! that’s what he does when he’s putting that cup of tea in front of you. it’s a simple gesture, it’s not a lot really, or maybe it’s everything in one mug that you never knew you needed.

7. The Gravel Road by James Newton Howard 

AAGGHH!!! Mr. Howard really POPPED the fuck off with this score. and Hilary Hahn ate it up for breakfast!! this song is like, boom boom boom at the beginning, we are GOING places with the violin going at a million miles an hour. and then it sorta slows down and lets the ominous noises build up with the other strings, then the violin comes back in with the others on top almost drowning it out like they’re on the heels of the soloist, trying to catch them, and then it sort of leaves you on a cliff hanger with the elongated note at the end. for me, that’s just life ain’t it lol. you’re trying to make your way through, but there’s other bullshit that keeps clawing at you. Hatter is no different, he is also experiencing the human condition. but he’s also got some looming problems that he’s going to need to either out run or let them catch him and deal with the consequences.

8. I Never Stopped Caring by Pinar Toprak 

queen toprak, my beloved <3 the movie this score is from is about lighthouse keepers. you think that shit isn’t going to be about yearning? of courSE it is. now, obviously, hatter isn’t out here yearning for someone. unless...jk. anyway lol. BUT he does care about people!! and the town and you know STUFF! this song is an ode to that, as seen by the title. it’s warm and wispy and fluttery with the flute just vibrato-ing up and down with the strings. it’s kind of a DOWNER in the middle, but that’s love. there are ups and there are downs and there are moments were you don’t really know what the fuck you’re doing with it. but the song remains like a warm walk through the sun throughout it. which is how he loves people, warmly. 

9. The Grand Finale by Danny Elfman 

I love this song because it’s got a name like that but it never hits like a big momentous epic as it would suggest. i mean it DOES but not like some songs do, you know. it’s fantasy, it’s magical, it’s soooo pretty. i’m not really saying that’s hatter, but that’s the world he lives in. and that chorus in the back that’s just singing like they’re instruments, they HIT in a certain type of way that really sells that fantasical element. again, i don’t really think this describes him specifically, maybe parts of what he does as a sorcerer, he can participate in fantastical things, but he’s more of a practical guy in regards to magic. lame, i know. but this is more what his emotions are and what he thinks of Swynlake, when he’s not annoyed by it! especailly in the winter. it’s home and its magical and pretty and his worst enemy, but he loves it very dearly. 

10. This Place Is A Shelter by Ólafur Arnalds 

this one starts out very stripped, there’s nothing really going on beside the piano just clinking. then come in some strings. they aren’t in sync really, the piano has her beat the strings have theirs. then they catch one another and fall into step to make a beautiful melody from listening to one another. i am once again comparing the music to hatter and swynlake. hatter and the community at large. he was doing his thing, swynlake expected him to do another. eventually he found his footing and the community accepted the change, and he was left with the lesson that humanity is actually great sometimes once everyone takes the time to understand one another. bookending ‘ms. honey’ with the togetherness of it all. 

[sweetlysilent]

The Little Things

Requested By: A few snazzy peeps

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Description: Archie’s dad has gotten shot from the robbery at Pop’s, Archie's in a frantic state and all you want to do is help him like the rest of his friends.

Warnings: It’s kinda sad, but also kinda fluffy?? idk tbh

Word Count: 1,961

A/N: Hello! Remember me?? Yes, it is I.. back from the dead! In honor of Riverdale season 2 starting, I am here to hopefully not bore you to death with this Archie imagine! I’m doing my best to get back into writing, so this is a start, it’s kinda iffy, I don’t think it’s great, but then again, you might think otherwise! Let me know :)) Enjoy.

So, the story continues. The Mayor’s Jubilee was supposed to change everything, be a new start. But when everyone woke up the next morning, Riverdale was still, at its heart, a haunted town.

Even if it’s a small town that nobody really knows about, nothing goes unnoticed, there’s always the constant feeling that you’re being watched underneath a magnifying glass.

So when Archie’s dad got shot that night in Pop’s diner, that for sure, didn’t go unnoticed.

You remember receiving a phone call from Archie, you figured he just wanted to chat, he had stayed behind with his dad that night after the rest of you had gone home.

However, you didn’t expect it to be Archie shouting through the phone, panic laced in his voice as you tried to make out what he was saying.

“Y/N, m-my d-dad he’s b-been s-shot!” Archie would shout through the phone, instantly making you focus.

“Oh god, is he alright? Are you alright?” You’d reply in a panic, sitting up on your bed, your breathing a bit hectic.

“I-I-I don’t know..” You’d hear him mumble, shuffling in the background making your heart beat faster.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital alright? Just get there, safely please.” You’d speak calmly, before the line went dead.

Now here you were, rushing into the hospital to see a pacing Archie Andrews, blood covering his clothes, he looked like a complete disaster.

“Archie!” You’d shout, catching his attention as his head would snap up, rushing over to you as you engulfed him in a tight embrace.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, how’s your dad?” You’d mumble, pulling away to see his face full of panic still.

“I don’t know, he’s in surgery right now.” He’d sigh, his eyes switching from you to the door to where his dad was.

“I know he’ll make it out okay, he’s an Andrew, he has to.” You smiled slightly, nudging Archie’s arm, making him give a small smile in return.

Before you knew it the rest of the crew arrived, Archie had called them after calling you, and next thing you knew you were engulfed in a group hug from everyone.

“Archie I’m so sorry, I’m glad you’re okay.” Betty spoke up, as Archie nodded, his thumb resting nervously against his lips.

“You’re dad is a strong cookie I know he’ll be alright.” Jughead chimed in, making Archie smile a bit.

“He’s going to be okay, we all are here for you too.” Veronica smiled, rubbing his arm gently, trying to calm him down.

But all Archie could think about was his dad, and what had happened at the diner.

Hours went by, but it felt more like weeks, it was driving everyone insane, Veronica went after her mother, thinking that her dad and her mother were involved somehow, while Jughead went to talk to the serpents to see if they knew anything.

“I’m worried about Archie, I feel like he’s not telling us the whole truth.” Betty whispered to you quietly, making your eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“Why do you say that?” You’d reply, crossing your arms as you glanced at Archie who was sitting in a waiting room chair.

“Everytime he starts to talk about what happens, he pauses, and just says that Mr. Andrews got shot, that’s it, but I think something else happened that he’s not saying.” Betty explained further, making your head spin, she did have a point.

A few more hours passed and the doctor finally came out, saying Mr. Andrews was going to be alright, but he was in a coma, but at least Archie could go and see him.

Which of course he did, and soon after he disappeared down the hallway, the one and only Cheryl Blossom came out of nowhere walking behind someone wrapped in gauze.

Needless to say you were all confused and very curious, so you all had to go see for yourself.

“Cheryl? What are you doing here?” Betty questioned, as the rest of you looked at her in confusion.

“You didn’t hear? Thornhill burned down last night, my dear mother risked her life for my very own to save me.” Cheryl smiled, before skipping off to who knows where.

Kevin gave a look at Betty as if to say ’what the actual hell’ which just resulted in Betty shrugging her shoulders.

It was Riverdale after all, nothing ever made sense.

After a while Archie gathered everyone into a room, Jughead said he had something he needed to tell everyone, which he did, and it wasn’t pretty.

“I watched him get shot, and I froze, I raised my hands up, the gun was pointed to my head, I shut my eyes closed so tight, and I didn’t even open them until I heard the bell ring.” Archie finally admitted, as everyone listened in horror, tears falling down everyone’s cheeks.

“I-I was a coward.. I didn’t even see if he was alright.. I just froze.” Archie spoke bitterly, as everyone shook there heads.

“No, there wasn’t anything you could of done Archie..” Betty tried to reason with him, but we all knew that was pointless.

After finding out what else had happened you all separated, you decided to give him some space for a few hours, until you decided to go find Archie, which wasn’t hard since he was sitting next to his dad.

“Hey, got a second?” You gave a faint smile, as he nodded hesitantly, before exiting the room and into the hallway with you.

Archie crossed his arms, giving you a look making you quickly snap out of your thoughts.

“Do you maybe want to go home, you know.. to change out of those clothes.. you might feel better..” You suggested, you knew that if you were in this position you’d want to change out of the bloody clothes too.

“I-I don’t know Y/N.. I don’t want to leave him..” Archie sighed, rubbing his arms anxiously as he gazed back into the room.

“I think you should..” You pressed on, eventually convincing him, which took some time.

“You don’t need to worry, everyone will still be there to look after him okay?” You reassured him, as he nodded in agreement.

Soon you arrived at his house, where you met his dog, Vegas, you always had a thing for animals, ever since you were a kid, so this was a happy surprise after a horrible day.

“He’s so sweet.” You would smile, petting his head while Archie smiled down at you.

You both had gone on a walk, just talking, letting Vegas explore the scenery.

“Yeah.. I always wanted a pet, and I convinced my dad I could handle taking care of him, but it ended up being my dad that took care of him more just so I wouldn’t have to..” Archie trailed off, looking down at his dog, his face full of sadness, making your heart ache.

“Hey, he’s going to wake up Archie, and then you and your dad can go on long walks with Vegas.” You attempted to cheer him up, making him smile, which you took as success.

Once you both returned from the walk, Archie went up to shower, you on the other hand played with Vegas.

After a few minutes you decided to check on Archie, which in the end lead to something a lot steamier than you expected.

You had always had feelings for Archie, but you knew for a while he had a thing for Betty, and then for Veronica, and you didn’t want to come off intense, especially after what he was going through.

You didn’t even know if Archie felt the same way towards you, he had always messed around with you, and sometimes you thought he flirted with you, but it was always hard to tell, he was a charmer, it was what he did.

However, all those questions were answered the second you stepped into that bathroom, something you knew would need to be talked about later.

Soon after the shower incident you both were in the kitchen, but something was off, Archie was off.

“Hey I hope you don’t mind but I unpacked his clothes.” You patted the folded clothes on the table, which Archie thanked you for, that is until he started to panic over the fact his fathers wallet wasn’t there.

“He never leaves without it! Where is it? All his information is in that wallet!” Archie shouted, shuffling through all the clothes on the table.

“Why did you even go through his clothes!” Archie yelled, sitting down in the chair, making your heart drop.

“I-I was just trying to help..” You mumbled, looking at him sadly.

“I want you to go.” Archie spoke up after a few seconds, making your heart drop even more.

“Is that what you want?” You questioned, as he nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what I want.” He replied, giving you a look, as you nodded, starting to walk off, until you stopped, and turned around, hugging him tightly as he started to cry in your arms.

You wanted to do what he said, but sometimes you have to ignore words, because they aren’t meaningful, and you have to see the bigger picture in front of you.

And the bigger picture was Archie was hurting, and all he needed was someone to care for him, and that was exactly what you were going to do, whether it was to go on walks with Vegas, or eat tons of junk food from a vending machine in the hospital, or even showering together, whatever he needed to make him feel better you would do, because it's the little things that make a difference.

[crimesofadeadpool]

“Old Fanfic Snippets that are years old that I never got around to finishing” thread

Contains a Cherik, a few spideypools, including the beginning of a coffeeshop au, an MRT smutty start, and a Thor/Hulk smutty start inspired by the Avengers Assemble cartoon, I think idk guys it’s virgin!Thor and Hulk I got nothing for you. And the finally Wolverine/Spider-man because there was this ‘What If’ comic where Spidey goes all vigilante and I swear, one of the lines is “…Logan enjoyed watching [Peter] take the lead.” And it was so gay I swear, I couldn’t help myself. Anyway, if you want to read them, check the cut below. 

It started, as most thing did in the Xavier household, with a game of chess. Charles and Erik sat at opposing sides of the board.  They were in one of the numerous living rooms of Xavier’s mansion, spread out on the rug in front of the fireplace. Since it was too warm to have the fireplace going, Charles was mentally projecting the fire for them. Erik’s hand hesitated over a knight. “Not getting nervous, are we?” Charles teased. Erik shot him a look and moved the piece. Charles reviewed the board, idly scratching his head. “No powers,” Erik chided. “I wasn’t using my powers,” Charles retorted. “I had an itch.” Erik frowned and looked at the chess game. “Your move.” Charles shifted, lying flat on his stomach. “Patience,” he chided. Erik sighed and took a sip of wine. Charles took the opportunity to look at Erik. He was wearing that black top again, the one that clung to his chest. In fact, he was dressed totally in black, which the shadows of Charles’ imaginary fire only added to.

“You want me to what?” Peter had been many things in his life. Student, teacher, photographer, superhero, scientist. And now, apparently, a stripper. “Don’t be so dramatic,” MJ chided. “We just need a male model.” “To model lingerie.” MJ pouted. “We need a model, and you’ve got the best body of any guys I know.” “Flash, Harry-” Peter began rattling off. “No.” Peter switched his incredulous gaze to his aunt. “You can’t want me to do this.” May gave him a sympathetic look. “It’ll be fun.” “Fun,” he repeated. And here he thought Deadpool was the one supposed to provide the dirty innuendo in his life. These people were supposed to be normal. MJ grinned at him. “Come on Tiger. You know you’re going to say yes eventually. So let’s cut to the chase.” Peter sagged. “Fine.”

Peter leant against the counter, flipping through a biology book. He was technically on duty, but the coffee shop’s clients always dwindled after noon. He turned the page, then looked up as the bell attached to the door rang. A very handsome man walked in, with gorgeous eyes. Peter blushed. “Hi,” he said, automatically plastering a smile on his face. “What can I get you?” “Black coffee. No, wait, with milk. So white. Why are they called that? Black coffee’s actually brown, isn’t it, and white is like honey brown, depending on how much you put in. Actually while we’re on the topic, why is it called ‘straight’ coffee? Like does that mean when coffee has stuff in it, it’s gay? And if so, can we start calling that? Claim the sugar-filled coffee away from the homophobes? That would serve them right. Wait till their coffee addiction kicks in and they come crawling to us, begging for sugar and preaching equality.” He nodded to himself. “Also, I want honey, marshmallows, whole milk and six teaspoons of sugar. Oh and I’m Wade.” Peter blinked at him. “What?” The man pouted. “Coffee. Make.” Peter frowned. “So your order is…” “Coffee, milk, honey, marshmallows, six sugars.” He nodded. “Six.” Peter repeated. “And my name is Wade,” the man confirmed, nodding. “You’re cute,” he added. “What?” “I said you’re cute. You know, for a barrister.” Peter blinked twice, unsure how to respond. He moved to the other side of the counter and began making the drink. “You mean barista,” he said finally. “A barrister is a lawyer.” Wade stuck out his tongue. “Hey, I’m flirting with you. You’re supposed to compliment me back.” Peter looked him over. “Uh…” He spooned in the sugar and handed it over quickly. “Here’s your drink.” Wade stuck out his lower lip. “Thanks,” he said with a hint of sadness. He handed over the money. “Keep the change.” Then he walked out. Peter blinked twice. He looked down at the twenty dollar note. “Okay,” he said to himself.

~

MJ grinned at Peter and bumped her hip against him. “What’s wrong, Tiger?” Peter looked at her. “What do you mean?” He cast another look at the door as a new set of customers came in. “You’re expecting someone,” she accused as she moved to take their order. “I’m not,” he said after he had made their drinks, one black, one plain milk. She gave him a look. “Sure you’re not.” “I’m not.” It had been two days since Wade had come in. Peter wasn’t sure why, but he kept waiting for him to come back. He didn’t mean to. He hadn’t told anyone about the weird encounter yet, because he still wasn’t sure what, if anything, had happened. “Then stop checking out everyone who comes in,” MJ teased. “I’m not-” he sighed. “It’s nothing.” He began cleaning off the espresso machine. “Uh-huh,” MJ said doubtfully. The door chimed again. This time Peter refused to look up. Which turned out to be a mistake when the cheerful voice of Wade filtered through the café. Peter’s head darted up. Wade didn’t notice him, his gaze on MJ. “What can I get you?” she asked in a deep voice. Peter felt a stab of jealousy at MJ and her flirty personality. Of course she’d find him attractive too. Who wouldn’t? “Cinnamon Dolce Latte. With lots of sugar.” MJ raised an eyebrow. “Sugar,” she repeated. “Lots of it.” “Name?” “Wade,” Wade replied happily. From behind the bench, hidden from view, Peter blushed. Wade moved away from the counter to wait for his order. MJ handed Peter the note with his order, and then caught his eye. She folded her arms. “Tiger?” she demanded with a raised eyebrow. Peter looked away hurriedly. “Weird order, huh?” he said non-chalantly.

“Ooh, ice cream.” Wade said, slinging his arm over Peter’s shoulders and tried to redirect him towards the shop. Peter gave him an annoyed look. “No.” He pulled away and kept walking. Wade pulled a face. “But ice cream.” Peter didn’t respond, and Wade had to walk quickly to catch up. When he reached him, he hugged Peter from behind. “I’ll make it good for you,” he teased. Peter froze. A few things ran through his mind, ending with, “What does that even mean?” Wade let his hands wander. “This and that.” Peter scowled. “We’re in public.” He was flushed and pointedly ignoring the looks some passer-by’s were giving them. “Then let’s go to the ice cream shop, it’ll be more private.” He whispered the last word. Peter pushed him away. “You really have no idea how to be seductive, do you?” Wade grinned. “I was still good enough for you to recognise it as seduction,” he pointed out. “But you’re right, let’s discuss this. Over ice cream.” Peter closed his eyes. “Is there any way to get out of this?” “Nope!” He grabbed Peter’s hand and pulled him across the road. Peter sighed. The door chimed as they entered the shop. Wade pushed him into one of the little tables. Peter obediently sat down as Wade ordered. There was a mother sitting with her two children across the room. She cast the mask-less Wade a suspicious look, but smiled when Peter gave her an apologetic look. Peter tapped the table idly as the two kids fought over something. He was trying very hard to ignore Wade’s ordering, knowing it would be some monstrous sin of a creation. Frankenstein’s monster meets Ultimate Aggregor. Knowing Wade, it’d probably end up sculptured into a perfect replica of his ass. He sighed. “Something wrong Spidey?” Wade asked. Peter cast him a fearful glance. Then blinked. And blinked again. Wade was holding out an ice cream cone. A normal ice cream cone. Peter tentatively reached over, waiting for the punchline, but Wade handed it over without comment. He took the seat next to him and dropped a tub of ice cream onto the table. In his free hand was a matching cone. Peter blinked again. He opened his mouth and shut it. The scene was just so…so…normal. It was perfect. That was worrying. Wade gave him a concerned look. “You don’t like chocolate? I thought everyone liked chocolate.” “I prefer rainbow,” he blurted out, still a bit thrown. Wade looked upset. “I can get you one,” he replied quickly, making a move to stand up. “No!” Peter replied, grabbing his arm. “It’s fine. Great.” He nodded to the tub. “What’s that?” “For later,” Wade replied, still with a bit of a frown on his face. “I can get you rainbow flavoured.” “It’s fine. What do you mean later?” Wade shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to find out.” Peter gave him a suspicious look and licked at the ice cream. He smiled at Wade, who was rapt. “No fair,” Wade told him. “You should use that tongue for good, not evil.” Peter rolled his eyes.

Matt hummed and kissed a line down Peter’s neck. Wade made a pained noise. “Why can’t I join?” he whimpered from the arm chair opposite their couch. Peter glared at him as Matt’s hands tugged on the bottom of Peter’s shirt. “Because we’re punishing you,” Peter told him.   Matt sighed as he pulled the t-shirt off and folded it up gently to place on the coffee table. “I said no talking,” he chided Peter with a soft kiss. Peter smirked back. “Wade started it.” “If you’re not silent I’ll punish both of you,” Matt threatened with very little heat as he reached for Peter’s belt. There was a silence as Matt stripped the two of them off and folded their clothes onto the table. “Can’t I just-” “No,” Matt cut him off. His eyes were closed as he slid forward and ran his hands over Peter’s face. “This is unfair,” Wade mumbled, not taking his eyes off the scene. “Entrapment.” Matt kissed Peter softly, prompting a small moan from the other man. “Entrapment would suggest we secretly want you to join us so that we can punish you more.” “Well,” Wade said, “when you put it like that.”

Hulk rummaged through the fridge. “Food,” he moaned as he searched for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. From the counter, Thor pulled a face. “The constant lack of food is an abhorrent trait of this Tower.” Hulk grunted. Thor sighed and rested his head on his arms on the counter. “Food,” he moaned. He sighed and stretched. “Pizza soon,” Hulk reminded him. Twenty-five different types of pizza were on-route. All they had to do was wait.   “Yes,” Thor sighed and blew some hair out of his face. There was a silence. “Is this not the part where we indulge in the ‘small talk?’” Thor had been trying to come to terms with Midgardian social standards. Hulk gave him a grin. “What would Goldilocks want to talk about?” Thor ignored the slight. “What do you mortals usually talk about?” Hulk shrugged. He tried to remember the last time he ‘chatted’ about anything. “The weather?” Thor looked behind him to the window. “It is sunny.” Hulk followed his gaze and grunted. “That was not a satisfying conversation.” Thor commented. Hulk shrugged again. “If I may interrupt.” Jarvis chimed in. “Speak computer,” Thor allowed him. “I have devised a list of common ‘small-talk’ topics. For example, AllWomenStalk.com states that good topics include: How Your Day Has Been, Compliments, Something Interesting From The News, Work. SocialAnxietyDisorder.about.com lists: Weather, Sports, Family, Hometown. Shall I continue?” “No. Thank you, computer.” “You are welcome.” Hulk and Thor exchanged looks. “So…” Thor began. “However,” Jarvis continued, “I have also compiled a list of topics that Captain America and Sir often engage in.” Thor and Hulk shared a look. “Continue.” “The most prominent topics in discussions include – technology, history, fighting techniques.” The two frowned at each other. None of those topics seemed especially interesting. “Was there nothing else?” “There was one other topic.” Jarvis admitted. “But I am not sure it is relevant.” “Tell us Computer.” “The most talked about topic between Captain America and Tony Stark is sex.”  The computer informed them. There was an awkward silence. Hulk burst out laughing, while Thor blushed slightly. “Of course!” Hulk laughed. He noticed his companion’s flush. “Something wrong Rapunzel?” “Nothing.” Thor said quickly. Hulk gave him a look. “You upset?” “I’ll have you know I’ve bedded half the females in Asguard.” Thor declared loudly, looking away as a flush covered his face. Hulk gave him a look over. “Uh-huh.” Hulk didn’t actually care how many people Thor had bedded – female or otherwise. Thor flared up. “Are you challenging me?” Hulks eyes narrowed. Hulk never backed away from a challenge – even if it was an imaginary challenge that was a product of his friend’s wounded honour. Hulk stepped forward, closing the distance between them. He could see in Thor’s eyes the want to retreat warring with his pride. Thor took a deep breath and stayed his ground. Hulk chuckled in response. The Norse God’s eyes flared. “You dare mock me?” “Hulk doesn’t mock.”   Thor didn’t reply. “Touchy,” Hulk commented. Thor raised an arm suddenly, as if to attack him. Hulk pinned down the man against the counter. “Relax.” Thor didn’t meet his eyes and shifted embarrassedly. Hulk suddenly picked up on the mood. “Scared Princess?” Thor’s eyes flashed as they met his again. “I am never scared.” Hulk grinned and darted in, mashing their lips together. Thor froze and his eyes closed. Hulk chuckled again as they parted. Thor squirmed. “This is unfair.” There was an unspoken communication between them. A daring look in Hulk’s eyes, and an equal determination in Thor’s decided their path. They shifted and Hulk pulled him closer. Thor wrapped his arms around him and kissed him. The kiss was awkward and inexperienced. “Half the women in Asgard,” Hulk repeated sardonically.   Thor growled and pulled him into another kiss, this one slightly better than the first one. “Have to teach you,” Hulk continued, lifting Thor onto the counter. A shiver ran through Thor’s body as Hulk began to undress him, gently at first, but -after getting annoyed with the Asgardian armor – ripping away the clothes and throwing them across the room. “Initiating Protocol ‘Fonduing’,” Jarvis chimed in. There was a noise as the room was suddenly locked down – the windows were overlayed with metal and the doors locked with a noise. “Fonduing?” Hulk repeated. “I believe that is Captain America’s word for…” “…Fonduing.” Hulk finished. “Yes. Jarvis?” There was no reply. “I believe we are now alone.” Thor concluded. “Good,” Hulk said and kissed Thor’s neck and his hands trailed down between his legs. Thor squirmed again. “Hulk,” Thor gasped. “Yes, God?” Hulk mocked. Thor’s mouth opened, but he hadn’t any words to explain what he needed, so he shut it. Hulk nuzzled Thor’s neck. Thor’s squirming increased and he wrapped his legs around Hulk’s waist. The sentient part of Hulk’s brain was suddenly glad that Thor wasn’t properly human. It meant that he didn’t have to hold back. He picked up Thor suddenly, and walked over to the couch, dropping Thor inelegantly and then getting on top of him. It became quickly clear that the couch - while being able to hold both their weight, definitely didn’t fit their size. Hulk grabbed Thor and threw him onto the glass coffee table instead

Based off a certain line in one of the “What If” comics – ‘Spiderman versus Wolverine’. “…Logan enjoyed watching [Peter] take the lead.” Yes, it actually said that. I don’t know why. I don’t...I don’t know why.  This is set in the world where Peter stays in Russia with Wolverine, and becomes a hardened killer, and his Spidey-sense evolves into almost precognition.

There was a satisfying noise as his fists hit the punching bag. It was snowing, but that was usual for this place. He hit the bag again, this time too hard and his fist went through the bag. “Are you just going to stand there?” Spiderman asked, as he took the bag off the hook and sighed. Wolverine exhaled deeply, leaning against the wall of the cabin with a cigar in his hand. “Yep.” Peter turned to look at him, folding his arms. “Those things will kill you, you know.” This startled a laugh out of him. “Yeah, that’s something to be worried about.” Peter grinned at him. “Bored, Logan?” Wolverine shrugged casually. “The others are out of town.” “And you want me to amuse you.” “Sounds good to me.” Logan looked at his dying cigar and threw it away. Peter gave him a look. “Now you’re starting forest fires.” “Good chance with that, in this weather.” Logan pointed out. Peter shook his head. “Ever the risk taker.” Logan walked towards him and inclined his head to the broken punching bag. “Having fun?” Peter looked at them with disdain. “Not much of a fight.” Wolverine grinned and reached over. Peter quickly ducked his arm and span to the side. “Wanna dance Spidey?” Spiderman grinned and put up his arms in a mock fighting stance. He beckoned. Logan leapt forward. Spidey easily ducked his punch, and the follow-up kick. While Logan was off-balanced, Spidey twisted and kicked at Logan’s leg, knocking him easily to the ground, and then sitting on top of him, pinning him down. “Not much of a fight.” Spidey said again. “That wasn’t a fight. It was a dance. Weren’t you listening?” Peter rolled his eyes. “Well, thanks for the dance.” “Anytime kiddo.” He shifted. “You going to get off me now?” Peter gave him an innocent grin. “I thought we were dancing.” Logan gave him a look. “Dance is over Spidey.” He was getting a bit uncomfortable about how close they were. His scent was awfully overwhelming – the smell of sweat and blood. He frowned. “You bleeding?” Peter looked at his hands. “A little.” He admitted. “Not as tough as you’d like, huh?” “Still took you out.” “Because I let you.” “Sure.” Wolverine suddenly struck, twisting so that Peter was the one on his back, and Logan was the one pinning him down. Peter gasped as the air fled his lungs. He coughed. “Really?” Logan asked him. Peter gave him a look as he coughed. “I let you do that.” “Well aren’t we both polite?” “To the core.” Logan chuckled. “You going to let me go?” “I thought we were still dancing.” “Yeah, that’s old news. Now we’re cold and pinned to the snowy ground of Russia.” Spidey shivered slightly, his legs spasming slightly against Wolverine’s body. Wolverine paused, trying to ignore the part of his brain that had gone into overdrive. “Eh, whatever,” he said and let go of the man, standing up. Spiderman sat up and rubbed the back of his head. “Huh?” Wolverine shrugged. “You’re right. It’s cold.” Spidey jumped lithely to his feet. “Yeah, it is. But since when have you cared about that?” Wolverine began walking back to the cabin. “Hmm.” Peter said, following him inside. The fireplace was blazing, warming up the inside of the cabin nicely. Wolverine collapsed onto the couch. Spiderman stood up on the couch and crouched next to him, watching him suspiciously. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Wolverine grunted. Spiderman leant towards him. “You okay?” Wolverine didn’t reply. Spiderman reached over and touched his face. Wolverine stood up, but not before Peter realised the problem. He chuckled. “Oh, Wolverine,” he sang, jumping off the couch to wrap his arms around Logan’s waist. Logan froze. “Back off kid.” He said in a dangerous tone. Spiderman moved closer to whisper in his ear. “I’m not a kid anymore.” Logan shivered. “You are to me.” “Just because you’re an old man,” Spidey teased. His hands slid towards Logan’s belt line. “Kid.” “Old man.” Spiderman mimicked. “Come on Wolverine, let’s play.” “Don’t mess with me.” “I’m not messing with you. Turn around.” Wolverine reluctantly turned around and Peter was on him in an instance, forcing their lips together. Logan instinctively pulled him closer. Peter grinned and rubbed against him.

[plutoandspace-blog]

MERCY - KIM YUGYEOM

in which a girl falls for her best friend, but he’s in love with someone else.

BASED OF THE SONG MERCY BY SHAWN MENDES

WARNING; foul language 

[part2]

It wasn’t what you intended for you to do. You fell for your best friend, and that wasn’t even the worst part. He loved someone else. You smiled at him once he announced the news he was dating a girl he crushed on for a long time. “I never knew you would even have a girlfriend!” You joked as you let out a fake laugh. Inside your heart was slowly breaking. “Listen, I have to go.” You spoke, “I have to finish my art project, which is due tomorrow,” You explained, “alright. Bye (Y/N)!” Yugyeom smiled and ended the Skype call. That was when you broke into tears. You let yourself cry about how unfortunate you were. You weren’t someone who was amazing with boys, you had a few boyfriends that came and went. Although they didn’t make your heart flutter the same way Yugyeom did. 

-

[A FEW MONTHS LATER]

“Hi (Y/N) right?” You turned around to see a beautiful girl who looked to be around the same age as you. “Uh, yeah, hi.” You coughed awkwardly, not knowing what to do. “Hi, I’m Ji-ae, Yugyeom’s girlfriend.” Ji-ae smiled the most fakest smile you had ever seen. “Oh, hi! Lovely to see you.” You smiled. It was hard for you to be rude, you had grown up in a household where your parents taught you manners over knowledge. 

“So what’s up?” You asked kindly, Ji-ae’s smile turned into an angry frown. “Stay away from Yugyeom.” She growled before walking off. You furrowed your eyebrows at her immature behavior. Men, or women, are not supposed to be treated like toys. You don’t control them, neither own them. You picked out your phone from your pocket and contacted Yugyeom. 

“Yugyeom, I need to talk to you.”  You sighed, “we haven’t talked in a really long time (Y/N) is something alright?” He asked worriedly. “No. It’s just, I need to talk to you. We need to catch up.” You smiled, even though he wouldn’t see it. “Alright. Text me the address.” He ended the call and you texted him the address of the cafe. 

On the way there you couldn’t help but feel a sad twinge in your heart. You would never have him, have him in your arms, you wouldn’t make his heart flutter like he does to you. You caught sight of the neon sign of your favorite coffee shop. Pushing the door open you were met with the  smell of fresh coffee beans and voices mumbling or laughing. You situated yourself near the glass window where Yugyeom would easily take notice of you.  

You would always look at the time, the clock was ticking by and you awaited quietly. You ordered a cup of ice tea and waited even longer. Your ice tea had arrived, but Yugyeom hadn’t showed up. Minutes turned to hours and you knew he wouldn’t leave you hanging like this.

You were about to leave the coffee shop, but Yugyeom decided to enter. The chime of the bell made you turn your head to the entrance. You smiled and waved him over. 

“You have to make this quick.” Yugyeom breathed as he took off his coat and ordered himself a coffee. “How’s Ji-aedoing?” You asked, arching a brow. “She’s doing fine.” He smiled and you sighed. “Well,I wanted to talk about her today.” You looked out of the window and into the busy streets of Seoul. “What’s wrong with her?” He asked his smile slowly beginning to vanish.”She seems possesiv-” He cut you off, “what makes you think that?” He sipped his coffee that he ordered. 

“She was rude to me today Yugyeom. I tried being nice but she just ended up being a bitch.” You were straightforward. You didn’t want this to become a whole story with 500 billion chapters. “She wouldn’t do that. You’re lying.” Yugyeom smiled cheekily. “This is not a fucking joke Yugyeom.” You began to grow angry. “She said to stay away from you Yugyeom! All the years we grew up together gone to shit because of her. And please tell her I won’t stay away from you. “ You tried to stay calm, but your walls began to break down. She told you that? She has been saying to me to stay away from you.” He spoke seriously now. “Why are you getting angry over this though?” He asked and you scrunched up your hair. 

“I don’t know why Yugyeom.” You sighed and bit your lip. It was a habit you never seemed to stop. You did that when you were lying. Yugyeom knew that. “You’re lying.” He said. “No, I’m not Yugyeom!” You fought back and began to drum your fingers against the wooden table. “Why are you lying (Y/N)? Tell me the truth.” He whispered. “Maybe because I like you okay? I like you! Ever since last year these fucking feelings have come out of nowhere and I fall for my best friend. You’ll probably reject me and I’m the one to blame. Because I ruined the best friendship I ever had.” Your voice broke and you grabbed your stuff before walking out. You wore your beige trench coat and small leather black backpack. 

You let the tears flow freely now. You lost the best thing you ever had. 

- 

AUTHOR’S NOTE; idk if i should continue this. make sure to leave feedback!