#also sorry anon that it took me a thousand years to reply to this.

[morayofsunshine]

Okay but what if you care about Kpop not in a competitive way, but in a "Whoa they just had a guy backflip off the squad's arms" way.

It's like when I watch ice skating. I have no idea who these people are but that was a sick pirouette

Yeah, pretty much. I follow some skaters but I mostly watch ice skating to be amazed at what they do, and it's the same for Kpop!

I do have favorites in both and am happy when they do well, but I'm also super happy to see great performances from people that I don't really know much about.

So big mood, watching very skilled people pull off amazing feats of athletics and performance is fun, and I don't need to compare their entire scoring record to those of other professionals to enjoy the sport and/or art.

[afaramir]

hiiii denethor anon here!! wow you’re really IN IT now (denethorposting). not to add more fuel to your anger but last week i saw someone say they hated denethor. and i just realised god they don’t get him even on tumblr do they. since then i’ve been silently fuming in rage. anyway… i am very Very Intrigued by both your faramir-goes-to-rivendell-au and denethor-thorongil relationship (if you ever want to write another 800 words about this, i am here for it 👀) and this line “each of them sharpens himself upon the whetstone of the other…” fuck. fucking insane actually.

unfortunately i won’t be replying for several days (i’ve had to keep my phone in another room to keep myself from getting distracted) . my exams have started AND i’m going through some shit irl :( it’s alright tho i’ll have more Faramir and Denethor Hours soon <- chanting this constantly haha. but i am with you when denethorposting IN SPIRIT okay. oh and can we please please please have denethor december? 🙏 bye will be here soon after my exams (that will be after the 23rd march i’m afraid)

hiii denethor anon <333 i am SO sorry this is so late truly attempting to figure out how to write AND see my friends AND do things like clean my apartment and go to the grocery store while working The Job...it has eaten my life. and this week my regular coffee shop switched their hours bc i live in my old college town and they are on spring break and it has sent me directly to hell. the death of My Routine…i have coped by INCESSANTLY denethorposting on tumblr dot com. i am somehow EVEN MORE in it than i was when you sent this ask. i hope you enjoy me being truly crazyinsane whenever you get a chance to look at all those posts lol. would love 2 hear your thoughts on them. but ANYWAY as always it is so lovely to see you, i'm sorry things have been tough but truly with my whole heart i bestow upon you the strength of denethor's sixty-year psychic war (with none of the associated madness) to make it through. looking at the date i hope you are free now.

here is the mandated readmore because i have never met brevity in my whole life. u said write another 800 words and i took that as a challenge um this post is like 2000 words. well...back on my bullshit

i mean this with all the love and joy in my heart but i laughed so much. no my dear friend they do not get him on tumblr. they have not gotten him on tumblr from the beginning. if you have been spared the incessant tomato jokes i truly…[crying] I Wish I Were You So Bad. this guy doesnt even know about the tumblr denethor slander (POSITIVE) (YEARNING). its the trenches out here for real. i just live in my little bubble with me and you and like four other mutuals/Denethor Understanders and that is it.

speaking of denethor and the rivendell au. i miss the days when i was working on the faramir-in-gondor scenes. emotionally it felt like dying but i kind of knew what was going on. now i am in rivendell taking and failing this history of middle earth exam. and i am so very….the next time we see denethor for real is in return of the king. now girl…how will i survive another 80k words. i miss my boy my dear darling my tortured victim of the narrative. and according to the paragraph i just wrote faramir does too but is Refusing to admit it to himself<3

im also RIDICULOUSLY torn on how i want to resolve his arc. now just between you and me. and anyone who bothers to click that read more. I DONT WANT TO KILL HIM I WANT HIM TO LIVE. GOD I WANT HIM TO LIVE. I WILL WRITE YOU A THOUSAND HAPPY ENDINGS. except its not a happy ending its a you are not allowed to die you are forced to contend with your choices you must keep living ending. because he will always be tragic no matter what. but its ALSO a you can rest now you can be at peace son of gondor you have won your war. all you sacrificed has been worth it. you have given your all when that's what duty asked you for and it has been enough. and that makes my poor heart weep.

like on one hand the idea of resolving his storyline with faramir.......the opportunity for some kind of reconciliation, some kind of understanding between them...god. delicious. i know in my heart that faramir comes home and IS the lord that denethor once dreamed of being. not playing at it...he is high and lordly and gentle and the world bends around his will and he knows exactly what to bow to and when to stand his ground and his powers are honed to a keen edge that he uses with the utmost care and. AUGH. he walks into the citadel the IMAGE of his father. it makes me feel FERAL. and how would denethor react to that. man.

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND HOW DO I END THE STORY. like. LOL. do u know what i mean. likelihood of me being able to just have a triumphant coronation and tie it all up with a bow is soooo small. the narrative contortions i would have to go through. to have denethor accept that and still be in character. Girl....no thank u <3 so we havent worked THAT out yet. like how much of the madness and despair do i want to put into the narrative. We Shall See. IM not politically savvy enough to get real into the weeds with it all so im kind of rotating just. a beautiful set of reunions with the fellowship. eowyn and faramir get engaged. boromir and faramir see all their dreams of a gondor restored come true. we skate over the political minefield and deeply navigate the beginnings of denethor and faramir's relationship in this new world. and among it all, within it all, is hope, and a new dawn. and curtain.

i got distracted but re: we are in rivendell. it IS kind of fun to think about the themes and narratives. i am pushing my Let Faramir (And Denethor) Be Numenorean + Let Numenoreans Be Weird agendas so so sooo hard and i am having the time of my life with that specifically. birds follow him around and pick up the tunes he sings. he hears the voices of the people he loves in his head. he falls into a river and after having a breakdown about it promptly decides that The River Is Testing Him And He Has Passed. he gets to rivendell and INSTANTLY knows that there is someone Very Like Him Here (its elrond. the elrond-elros-faramir connection has me FROTHING at the mouth. faramir looks at elrond and sees his father and sees every statue of elros in minas tirith and Knows that this here is the son of earendil, gil-estel, his brightest north star. elrond looks at faramir and sees his brother, his dear dead doomed brother, and every numenorean descended from him and all their sins and all their glories and yet, kind as summer, sees beauty and knowledge and a strange quiet man who carries all the weight of his country on his shoulders and yet knows him, knows the legends; perhaps the blood of numenor is not yet spent in the south)

i just think that Every Elf that meets faramir along the way is like woah...hold up. there's something up with THIS guy! men ARENT supposed to do that! not anymore anyway! galadriel is Lowkey Threatened by him. and isnt that beautiful. woman who could be queen of the earth sees god's special chosen boy and goes hang on a minute. Fuck. i think they work out their shit by the time the company leaves lothlorien but like...just thinking about how faramir lowkey blamed her for boromir's death in rotk! idk how their dynamic is exaclty gonna manifest but there's definitely some sort of similar mindreader2mindreader tension!

AND. um the idea of faramir travelling with the fellowship discovering that maybe...well. he has never wanted to be a warrior but he has been honed into a blade anyway. by his father and by necessity. and perhaps for the first time in his life...outside of gondor he does not need to be all that. he can be mithrandir's pupil without censure he can be scholarly and witty and cunning - he is all these things, in gondor. but there he has to be them, and now he can discover that yes, this is what he wants to be. and he has never let his father and the expectations of his position STOP him but there is always a weight, there is always the knowledge that your actions are disapproved of, and being away from that for a while is i just think. really good for him. see above re: he comes home the image of his father in a gentler time. keep honking im sitting in my car crying about denethor ii twenty sixth steward of gondor.jpg (<- my greatest creation PLEASE click the link lol)

ALSO IM THRILLED YOU LIKED THAT WHETSTONE LINE LOL i kind of blacked out when i typed it on the page. i think truly the crazy thing about denethor and faramir is that they SHOULD understand each other. they know so much about each other and yet are so incompetent at actually putting it to any good use towards, you know, improving their relationship. faramir is incredibly emotionally intelligent AND can read minds AND has taken so many of what he probably views as denethor's worst traits and turned them to gentler uses. (im talking about his powers but im ALSO talking about that thing he does when he encounters frodo and sam where he plays woe is me my brother is dead and i miss him sooo much to get on their good sides. yes of course he misses boromir more than anything else in the world. no he is not above using it to his advantage. and we see the SAME THING when gandalf and pippin come to minas tirith. hey isn't it crazy that both of them use boromir as a. manipulation chip. even after he's dead. hey thats kind of fucked up actually!) and denethor is…well denethor is denethor. ok im mostly messing around and thought that sentence was funny. i think he Knows most everything that goes on in faramir's head and yet Wilfully Chooses to interpret it in the worst ways because its just soo....very I Thought I Raised You Better Than That/I Honed You To Be My Blade Stop Defying Me. and despite all that the Problem is that they understand each other right up until they don't. they know how THEY feel about each other (incredible love that they can only express in the worst ways/think they're expressing only to be spurned by the other) but cannot POSSIBLY imagine that the other feels the same way.

ive gone on for SO SO LONG ALREADY LOL but. what do i have to say about denethor and thorongil. not enough and too much all at once. they're so toxic and awful for each other they're MADE for each other they're beautiful narrative parallels they're homoerotic besties they're bitter rivals they're pawns in a proxy war they're locked at all times in a psychic psychosexual situationship. um the enemy of my enemy is kissing me with tongue. idk i have more symbolism and actual analysis especially of the denethor-ecthelion-thorongil Issue. but we are just getting into it. so i will start with the situations bc i have two angles for this. on one hand i do think it is very fun if they constantly homoerotically circle each other for years and years and never do a THING about it. like...this is a stitching up wounds wiping blood off each others faces battle couple/situationship situation that THEN turns into a ridiculously high functioning political rival partnership bent together over books long into the night catching each others eye in council meetings using their very real disdain for each other for Manipulation Purposes and getting uh. SO hot over it. like.....Do You Know What I Mean. just. truly unresolved sexual tension THROUGH THE ROOF. it DELIGHTS me. they are always putting themselves in situations. and then NOT making out about it. AND THEY CAN READ EACH OTHERS MINDS!! THE WHOLE TIME!! SO THEY KNOW EXACTLY HOW MUCH THEY WANT EACH OTHER AND STILL ARENT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!! like thats just really good. but on the other hand.......the idea of just an absolutely terrible beautiful toxic rivals with benefits codependent situationship. i hate you so much and you know what we DO need to make out about it. every time they fuck it is a power play and they are having SO much fun with it. they will both start arguments with each other (AND IN PUBLIC TOO) just so they can fight and make up. the mind reading...Oh You Know What I Mean. taylor swift voice we had this big white city all to ourselves we blocked the noise with the sound of i need you and for the first time i had something to lose! logically thorongil is not yet in his grubby ranger era but the idea of him being dirt smeared all the time and hanging out with prim proper polished denethor. in the fic (which does exist and DOES follow the second model) theres a scene where hes just chilling with his head in denethor's lap and denethor is actually rather delighted and devoting ALL of his copious braincells to pretending not to be. Man. well never say im not a slut for contrast. and now the rest of what i could say is simply straight up redacted for indecency so it is time for this post to be over. the last thing i have to say is that it absolutely ruins denethor's life forever when thorongil up and leaves. sometimes a situationship....anyway. MUCH LOVE TO YOU AS ALWAYS yes we will have denethor december i already have an url saved.

[misskatebishop]

I found love right in front of me

Word count: 1.220 Pairing: Druig x Eternal!Reader Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Family dynamics. A little bit of angst at the end. Summary: The day was going perfectly fine, but then Druig mentions that the Eternals are coming and you worry for your secret. A/N: Hey, anon. Sorry it took so long to come out. Inspiration came only after listening to the song "I found" by Amber Run.

Request: may i request a druig x eternal reader fic where they have a secret teen daughter? thank you.

If anyone had asked you about what you expected of life on Earth seven thousand years ago when you landed here, you surely wouldn’t expect to be married, to live in the middle of a forest surrounded by peace with your husband and teenage daughter.

Okay, the daughter part was kind of recent, something that happened like fifteen years ago. You didn’t even know that it was possible for an Eternal to get pregnant, but the only other couple of Eternals that you knew to have a relationship were Sersi and Ikaris, and since it’s been centuries since you had seen the others you had no one to ask about it.

So you and Druig just decided to keep life going without looking for further explanations. It happened, and they were happy with the most wonderful daughter they could’ve asked for. You have a good life. An amazing life, actually. You couldn’t ask for anything more.

You look outside the window to see the sun is setting and the moon could already be seen in the sky. Birds fly back to their nests and the sound of wind against tall trees is an indication that soon it will be dark. You stand up, deciding to go after your daughter for dinner.

Family dinners are something that you value a lot, and always make sure that everyone is there. You greet some workers, heading to their home after a long day, on the way. Then, you ask a few ladies if they’ve seen your daughter after she had left school. You chat with them a little longer before you head to the place where they indicated they had seen her.

Living in the middle of a forest means you’re surrounded by the beauty of nature every day, but you have to admit that you couldn’t get over the beauty of the sunset lights hitting the waterfall and creating a gorgeous rainbow. You listen to loud laughter as you approach before you see the group of teenagers, clothes wet, dripping water from head to toes. You couldn’t blame them when you used to do the same when you came here.

You see Druig watching them playing, arms crossed on his chest. He sensed your presence as you approached him, he smiled at you, opening his arms to pull you close. His hand rubs the cold skin of your arm up and down.

“Remember when we used to do that too?” You look at him.

“Uh-huh,” Druig rests his chin on the top of your head, pressed against his chest.

You watch the teenagers playing a little longer before they start to disperse as it gets darker. There are some dangerous animals that come out of their hidden places in the woods to hunt during the night. Also, snakes are common next to the water, so it’s never a good idea to stay over without an appropriate source of light.

You feel Druig stirs when a boy from your daughter’s class approaches to help her pick her stuff. You smirk, teasingly. Your little girl is really growing up, you think, as she and the boy chat with each other.

“She’s already 15, you know,” you say, looking up at your husband whose face seems more serious than before.

“She’s always going to be my little girl,” Druig shrugs.

“Well, she’s a teenager, so you better get used to seeing her flirting,” you comment. Druig sighs.

“I know. She’s still young, though,” he replies, and you tiptoe to kiss him.

It's a short, lovely kiss before the teenagers reach you. Your daughter takes the stuff from the boy's hands, blushing lightly, she smiles and thanks to him for the help. The boy greets you and Druig with a nod before he follows back to the compound with the other teenagers.

“So…” you extend the pronunciation of the word. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, I’m starving,” the girl says, looking tired. Druig intertwines your hands while resting an arm around your daughter.

“You need a shower first. You’re stinky,” Druig says, poking her wet clothes, as the daughter of two Eternals, she couldn’t get sick either.

“Dad!”

You smile.

“You are. Honey, don’t worry, the animals won’t get close to us. We have a stinky possum here to push them away from us,” Druig smiles, and you can’t help but laugh. Your daughter sighs, but the tug in the corner of her lips indicates that she’s not upset.

“There aren’t possums in the Amazon,” the girl replies, know-it-all.

“There aren’t?” Druig speaks in faux-surprise. “Then, why are you smelling?” The girl laughs, rolling her eyes.

You step joyfully into the warmth of your home. This small place that you’ve grown fond of. The house is just like the other in the compound, but it feels unique with the belongings and pictures of your family hanging from the walls.

“Go take a shower. We will lay the table,” Druig says, smiling playfully as the teenager heads straight to the bathroom.

Druig goes to the kitchen as you take off the amount of stuff you on the table during the day. Books, wool yarn, needles, and the apples and oranges Druig brought in this morning. The fresh and organic fruits smell amazing. Druig comes back, setting the plates and the cutlery before he goes back and brings the glass. You enter the kitchen after him.

“You know, we will be having a lot of lads asking to date her by summer,” your smile widened.

“Oh, please. I don’t want to acknowledge it. Not yet,” Druig groans. “Where are the glasses?”

“First cupboard. The second shelf,” you say. Druig gets them and sets them on the table carefully before he comes back to help you with the food.

He leans against the counter, getting one of the apples you had put aside and biting it. You could see some tension on his shoulders. You frown.

“What’s wrong? Is it because of–” You start saying, but he cuts you off, probably seeing where your thoughts were heading in your mind.

“No. No,” Druig shakes his head. You come closer and he brushes your cheek. “Ajak is coming. Her letter got here this morning.”

The crease deepens between your brows, you narrow your lips.

“Why?” It’s all that comes out of your mouth.

“Apparently, Ikaris spotted a group of three Deviants on the North,” Druig says.

“But we killed all of them,” you argue.

“We thought so until now.”

“When will she be here?” You ask, wanting to be ready to face your former leader and– “What about her?” Druig follows the direction of your eyes to the corridor.

“We tell her the truth,” he shrugs. “We tell her that she’s our daughter. Our biological daughter.”

You nod, though you can’t help the concern apparent in your features.

“Honey, we knew they would find out one day. It’s time for her to meet the rest of the family,” Druig assures you.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you try to sync your breath with him, calming down.

It’s not like the other Eternals can’t take your daughter away. Sure, they will be shocked and there will be questions. But everything will be fine. You believe in this promise. You and Druig built a beautiful life together, and no one could take that from you.

[stopeatingwhales]

the 1995 brits x damon albarn & liam gallagher

hhhiiii I'm here with a very cute little fic about the brits!! the idea of writing something with Damon and liam fighting over someone was requested quite a long time ago (sorry it’s taken so long omg) but I loved the idea!! I do hope you all enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it a lot hahah xx

Pairing: 90s damon albarn & 90s liam gallagher x reader

Warnings: nothing, just a little bit of bickering n dat

Word count: 3.057

Requested by anon x

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Being a part of the madness that adapted the name ‘Britpop’ was truly an experience. Paparazzi at every corner you turn, equipped with the brightest, flashiest cameras, also having the most annoying click noises to the point that after one image you’ve earned yourself a migraine that would last the entirety of the day; parties that would last entire nights, bearing millions of different kinds of drugs - some that hadn’t even been given a name yet, but you’d still give a try anyways, since you’re so high and drunk that you simply lose the intellectual capability to construct decisions, you say fuck it, and get so high to the point that you’ve blacked out in a booth in a bar, with the owner asking you to get out since you’ve been inside for one too many hours after closing time; as well as constant press coverage. With your name plastered over literally every newspaper and music magazine known to man, as well as having your entire life consistently dictated for the entire nation to read about every Sunday morning and indulge themselves into as a form of entertainment, it was what being famous delivered, right on your doorstep at 7 in the morning. Any earlier and you’d feel rude not to give them a cup of tea as a form of dignity and respect towards their sublime dedication to the job. Although it was fun being associated with it all, my band in particular gaining a different form of calidity due to it being a female fronted band, by the time that the entire nation was hooked on this ‘Blur vs. Oasis’ rivalry, it was as if every other britpop band had been washed away from existence, due to eight boys arguing as to whom had the better music. And the better looks, according to Liam Gallagher.

Tonight was the night of the Brit awards, perhaps the most prestigious awards ceremony for music. To be awarded a Brit was probably the largest achievement possible in British music in the form of an award, and it was definitely either going tonight to either Blur or Oasis. The chances that another band, say Pulp, were to get the award, would not only be extremely amusing to see the reactions of the two biggest names in the Britpop game, but would also cause the largest uproar in the nation. It’s either Blur or Oasis. “Their drama is so silly,” laughed Emily, the guitarist in our band whilst flicking through the latest edition of the Sun, the cover of the newspaper being, of course, Liam Gallagher. “They’re literally bickering about who looks the best. How do people find this interesting?”

“Because of how silly it is, people never leave their secondary-school-like selves. Just a bit of fun I guess.” I replied, fixing up my hair in the mirror in front of me. We were currently getting ready to go to the award show, and needing to look your best was an expectation. Though I wasn’t dressed in anything that would result in jaw’s dropping, it was important that I at least appeared somewhat admirable - the entire nation always had their eyes on us, but tonight they were going to see us all, live. Perhaps the reason why bands like Oasis and Blur are so obsessed over nowadays, since all they’ll do is turn up in some flimsy Adidas t-shirt and call that fashion. I suppose scruffy was the new elegant.

“Who do you think they’ll give the award to?” she questioned, still aimlessly flicking through the recycled pages of the magazine. “I think Oasis. Their music is so much better than Blurs.”

“Really? I’d say Blur. They won on top of the pops, so the likelihood of them winning the Brit award is highly likely,” I answered, shuffling away from the strong reflection of myself towards Emily, my eyes quickly scanning the page that she had her eye on currently. “Gosh Liam’s so full of himself.”

“He’s got his eye on you, you know,” She said, shoving the paragraph she had just read in my face of Liam boasting about his little crush he had supposedly gained from watching our latest performance on top of the pops. “Thinks you’re ‘well fit’.”

Scoffing in response, I mumbled back to Emily. “If he thinks that he’s sleeping with me, he’s very deluded.”

By the time we had arrived at the venue, you weren’t able to walk into the entrance without at least 50 cameras blinding your eyes and the shouts of so many begging for you to quickly turn your head and grin - the price for the photo would reach the many thousands. Once walking in, it was less crowded, only having select people by the ground floor, dedicated for musicians and bands, with the occasional interviewer walking past to every circled table, adorned with white cloth and champagne glasses, asking questions about how they’re feeling, who they think may win, and what they thought of the music throughout the past year. What was nice was that people didn’t have that much interaction with one another, just with their groups. It created a sense of formality in the space, which made me feel a bit at ease from the idea of some random row happening in the middle of the floor, most likely between Liam and Damon. The past year in music was truly something. Britpop was at its peak the entirety of the year, with songs like Parklife and Supersonic pouring out of every radio station in Britain that by the end of the year, you had ditched casual radio music and began blasting the classical station. It was a nightmare. Since the fall of grunge subsequent to Cobain’s death the previous year, the talk of any other genre in Britain apart from Britpop didn’t occur. It was as if we were living on this mystical island, miles away from any other music and culture, whilst adorning and obsessing over our own. What was nice about Britpop was that it was a pure celebration of English culture, whether it be a simple Sunday roast, or going to school, they all carried the same ambience of nostalgia and pride - also disregarding whichever band wrote what song.

“Free champagne… Yes please,” said Madeline, the secondary guitarist of the band, whilst heading to the first seat she could sit on, then quickly indulging herself with the first taste of the rich drink. “Oh my gosh it’s heavenly!”

Laughing at her reaction, the rest of the band took a seat around the table and took their first sips of the champagne, which we would all come to find to be indeed heavenly. Small talk was shared here and there with the rest of the group, but overall I stayed silent. In all honesty I found attending award shows was quite boring because if you didn’t end up getting an award, you would essentially be sitting there for two hours doing nothing. Even if you did win an award, it’s simply a minute of glory with the speakers blasting your music, and another minute of all eyes piercing into your soul as you make sentences about your gratitude towards those who had helped you along the way to earn such an achievement. I doubt anybody genuinely liked attending shows like these.

“The champagne is good, yet we don’t get enough for our table,” I complained, grasping my now empty champagne glass and waving it around in the air. “I’m gonna head to the bar to get a refill, anybody want anything?”

After receiving a handful of nos from the rest of the band, I took myself out of my seat and wandered over to the bar, which was empty, perhaps due to the venue not yet being completely filled with all the artists that were set to attend the night. “Just a refill of the champagne, please.” I asked politely, handing the bartender the used glass I had kept in my hand. Whilst waiting, I noticed that Damon was on the other side of the bar, who also didn’t notice me there, until he caught eyes with me.

A grin broke out on his face as I walked over to him. “You alright?” He asked me, quickly thanking the bartender for his drink and turning back to look at me. The height difference between us was evident, but it wasn’t the case of something so dramatic that he was the height of the empire state building and me, just a measly common tower in the city. He looked quite content, his hair scruffy yet neat, along with his outfit being just as I had assumed: a white shirt with jeans, a used pair of Adidas for shoes.

I smiled back at him and nodded. “Suppose you have high hopes for the award tonight.” I said, simultaneously receiving my refill of the beverage I had ordered, followed by my thanks. We stood adjacent, although there was enough distance between us to establish our relationship - mutual acquaintances whom had met every now and again, since they’ve both been dragged into this wormhole of madness. He was quite the opposite in comparison to his rivals, though he himself could be quite bothersome occasionally, he still had a grasp to what those may call sensibility.

“Oh well we’re better than them, aren’t we love?'' He chirped, his head now cocked to the side in a teasing manner. “I’ve heard that you’re rooting for us this year.” He added, a little smirk pasted on his face.

“Do you read every paper you see?” I questioned, my face turning away from him in slight embarrassment. Between us, there was no shared intention for a relationship to stem, though there was definitely a flirtatious tension that followed between us wherever we had met. Whether it be a random photoshoot for a magazine double-spread, or backstage at top of the pops, we always managed to share a chat with one another, and nothing else followed on from then. It was quite sad, because once you’ve established a connection between something you either both disagree or agree with in terms of societal views, something in the press, or life in general, you’re instantaneously cut off and asked to hop onto stage to record a meaningless three-minute performance with fake, plastic instruments which practically mean nothing.

“Well it was nice seeing someone else's face on the papers for once.” He replied, downing his drink, then ushering at the bartender for another. A thing that we both realised was that, between our conversations, we indirectly indicated that we were both there for each other, because we both had a complete understanding towards what may be happening to the other person. It was stressful being in the limelight constantly, and for someone who was the frontman of a band so large, with his face plastered on every magazine cover imaginable, things were bound to be stressful.

Sighing, I turned to face him again. Despite the fact that before I had the ability to respond, our conversation was cut short from a voice shouting my name from behind. “Well if it isn’t bloody Y/N.” the voice said, and from then I instantly knew it was Liam’s. Turning my face away from Damon’s, I locked eyes with Liam. As always, he was dressed in the usual: a parka, with casual jeans. Oh, and don’t forget the Adidas shoes. Even though he and Damon practically hated each other’s guts, they always seemed to have similar fashion senses, but I could never picture Damon in a parka. And I don’t think I even want to.

“How’ve you been love?” He asked, swinging his arm around my shoulder in a warm, but nonchalant manner. Me and Liam had a similar relationship to that of mine and Damons, simply just minusing the sentimentality of it. We were friends, and had come across each other at random parties, which opened the gateway for us to drink and get high together many a time. While he was quite the idiot, he was also a very fun guy to be around, but I knew Damon would never understand that. “And why’re you letting this twat chat to you?”

A laugh escaped Damon’s throat. “I think you’re the only twat here, Liam,” he began, a sigh leaving my mouth as I was trapped in a situation that I could only pray didn’t gain much traction from the rest of the attendees. “Me and Y/N are friends, don’t suppose we’re getting jealous are we?”

Liam’s grip on my shoulder tightened as I stared at his reaction to Damon. I felt quite small in this situation, due to me needing to tilt my head a good amount to properly look at Liam, and knowing if I left it would just erupt chaos and make it worse. “No need for me to be jealous when I know that she wouldn’t want to spend a minute with you in bed you bastard.”

“And you’re so sure about that are you?” Damon replied, amusement laced in his words. “Because you’ve totally spent a minute with her haven’t you?”

“Well I’ve got my arm around her haven’t I? And she’s not stopping me,” Liam argued back, a smirk entwined on his lips. Reaching for my hand, Liam grasped it lightly, then then brought it to his lips, kissing it, before holding it gently. Method of intimidation, perhaps, and though it was sweet, there was a time and place. And this was definitely neither the time, or place. “Who’s the jealous one now, eh?”

“The last I recall, she had hoped that we were winning this year, not you,” He boasted, moving the contents of his drink around whilst grasping it firmly. Whilst it would be something that would offend Liam, he was simply the type of person to not take criticism regardless of whomever it was coming from. I respected him for that. “So much so for a healthy relationship.” Damon mocked, staring into my eyes as a small laugh escaped my lips.

Granted that I had found the argument shared between the pair of them to be extremely silly, it was good entertainment as the time passed before the award show would begin. Watching them both, attempting to throw insults at one another, each one trying to cut a little deeper than the one previous, made me almost laugh at the both of them right there. “You know, it’s so silly that you both think you know me so well to think which one I’d pick from the both of you,” I said, detaching myself from Liam’s embrace and snatching my half-empty glass of champagne. “At this point, it’s neither of you.”

Walking back to my band’s designated table, I quietly took my seat as the show began. “Saw you chatting to Damon,” Emily whispered, raising her eyebrows. “Also saw you grinning like a madwoman.”

“Oh shut up you,” I replied, looking back at the bar to notice that both parties had left, assuming back to their places. “There’s nothing going on between me and Damon- Liam too in fact.”

~~~

As the ceremony went on, the boredom got to us. Even the amount of drinks I had didn’t entertain me, but what could we do, we were stuck in the middle of an award show celebrating music, even though I had largely doubted that the majority of those attending were enjoying themselves. I had no clue who the awards were going to be handed out to, and whether that somebody may be us in a category, but we all knew Blur were going to win something. Yes, Oasis had gained a lot of fame and had become one of the most famous bands in the music scene at the minute, but by the way things had gone for Blur after the release of Parklife, things only seemed to go further up from there. And that was only proven to be truthful, after Blur had left with four different awards.

After Blur had received their fourth award for best British group, we all knew that there was nothing left for Oasis. “They’ll get it all next year, they only debuted this year you know.” I said to the table, who were staring at the four smiley boys on stage as they trotted up to receive their award. I admired Damon as he said his speech, then also turning to look over at Liam, who looked quite evidently pissed off. He was practically drooling in anger from the sight brought to him at that particular moment, and I couldn’t blame him - their band hadn't gone home with one award that night, but neither had ours. “They’ve taken four awards home, isn’t that like, the most anybody has ever taken?”

“Indeed it is,” Madeline replied, taking a sip from her drink. “Must be a good year for them then, eh?”

As I watched the band leave the stage in absolute glee, I stared at Damon as he walked back to his designated seat for the short remainder of the evening. Despite the fact that my band had been sat in our seats the entire evening in complete boredom, just like Oasis and so many other acts that had been nominated for pointless awards, it would be a lie to say that I wasn’t proud of how far Blur as a whole had come and evolved through their music, and especially Damon. From beginning as young, bowl-cut boys only charting so far on top of the pops, to creating songs and melodies that could unite our entire nation, it was impressive.

Damon was the face of Britain at this very moment, and a very good looking one. Once I watched him sit down, he scanned the room for a while until he was able to find where I was sitting, which was parallel to his seat, merely a couple metres away. He connected eyes with me as soon as he found me, also accompanied with a small smirk painted on his expression as he raised his eyebrows and sent me a wink. I simply smiled back at him in response before turning away abruptly, disrupting the little moment we seemingly shared, and though I felt my heart flutter a little, he’s definitely not winning me that easily.

[lexxiie]

Yo, my tumblr refuses to send me notifs so sorry for replying so late lol.

Guess I’ll follow the crowd and go with arguing/dating Rei and maybe come back for the dates with Rei later

Sorry it took so long anon, I had no inspiration or time, but I'm back.

Fandom: UnOrdinary

Pairing: Rei x Reader

DATING

No because this is literally the best boyfriend ever.

There are thousands of things to say about this guy, but It would take me years.

Definitely takes you on dates all the time.

He's suuuuper clingy.

If he could, he would be all day cuddling you.

He can be the big spoon if you want him to.

BUT his default mode is little spoon.

Has a great sense of humor, you'll never get bored.

Remember every single important date better than yourself.

Has some weird impulse of gifting you stuff constantly.

He's a messy kisser.

Quite flirty if you think about the fact that you are already a couple.

Very considerate in every single aspect of you relationship.

He's very expressive.

Expect lots of mentions on how much he loves you and how important you are to him and blah, blah, blah.

He says all of that stuff in public too.

Which is very embarrassing, to be honest.

But is also kind of cute.

His mom adores you.

Especially because Rei always mentions how happy he is with you.

Remy adores you as well.

It warms Rei's heart whenever you guys are together.

ARGUING

Again, he's a considerate soul.

This means that fights are rare.

Well, they were rare.

They got increasingly worse the moment he decided to become a vigilante.

It's not that you don't support him, you are just worried.

You understand why he feels the need to do all this.

It's his nature after all, wanting to help others.

But is still very hard for you to aceept it.

It's obviously very dangerous.

You know he is a strong guy, but that's not always enough.

He feels very guilty for making you suffer, though.

Whenever you have an argument, it always ends with him apologizing and holding you close.

Still, he'll grab the vigilante suit the next day anyway.

Arguments with him never get too ugly because he can't be mad at you.

Seriously, even if he tried.

Also, he knows you are worried for him, you are not trying to bother him.

His empathy and selflessness play a big part on why you never actually fight.

He might be stubborn, but he's a good guy.

[randomshyperson]

Hey :) can you please write about jo wilson (grey‘s anatomy) plot would be like „you guys are an engaged couple an you get in a pretty bad car accident and you flatline infront of her in the trauma room etc“

I love your stuff! ❤️ thank youuu

This request got a bit forgotten in my message box, sorry about that anon. I won't be able to write the “jo wilson plot” because I have never seen Greys Anatomy, and I really don't like medical shows. I also have a similar angst I believe, it is called Forever And Always , maybe you would like to give this one a read.

Also, i said already that Wanda suffered enough, i’m not giving her sad endings anymore, canon hurt her enough. 

Glad to know you like my stuff, hope you like this, even if is short.

-.-

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Bitter Present

Summary: Reader and Wanda are married, and they are involved in a car accident.

Words:  3.499K || Read on AO3 

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of smut, a bit of fluff, happy ending people i promise.

Marks: @mionemymind - @abimess​

-.-

Present

"Honey, I can't find my keys." You said to your wife as you rummaged through the kitchen sink drawers.

Wanda let out a giggle, and you were startled when she suddenly touched your waist; you hadn't heard her approach. She wiggled her fingers on your belt, and lifted the metal item to your face.

"They were with you the whole time." She said in a playful tone and you smiled, grabbing your keys, and turning to her.

"All set?" You asked and Wanda nodded, kissing you quickly as she walked towards the exit, you hurried to keep up with her.

"I already called Nat to let her know we're leaving." Wanda says as you get into the car, you mumble in agreement.

As you drive to the house of your best friend, Natasha Romanoff, intending to attend her engagement party, you let out a worried grumble as you look up at the sky. 

"I think there's a storm coming, honey." You say to Wanda in the passenger seat.

"Good thing the party is indoors then." She completes with a smile. You look at her tenderly as the headlight is closed. Wanda is so beautiful, you always think you are too lucky to have married someone so amazing.

"The light turned green." She comments with a playful smile, blushing slightly as she notices your gaze on her. You blink awkwardly, turning back to drive.

//-//

Eight Years Ago

Your palms are sweaty. 

Natasha managed to set you up on a blind date after forcing you to sign up for a popular dating app since not only are you absolutely terrible at it, but you are also a surgeon, and don't exactly have a lot of time available for dating. But after much insistence, you accepted. 

She texted you as you were about to arrive at the restaurant, and you pulled out your cell phone from your pants pocket. The notification read "Talk about casual stuff, please. Don't overthink it Try to relax. You can do it." You smiled at her attempt to instruct you.

Your date had not yet arrived, and you sat down at the table that the app had reserved for you. Nat had told you that there would be other pairs, so you weren't that surprised when you noticed so many other couples at several tables placed next to each other, in a row.

You had left the options open, so you didn't even know the gender of your partner, not that it really mattered. 

Fortunately you didn't wait that long, when a handsome young man approached you, roses in his hands, which made you blush more from surprise than anything else. You greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and he sat down in front of you.

A little small talk, and you were enjoying yourself. He was nice, and as bad at this as you were, you realized. When you ordered the main meals, however, something interesting happened.

"Hey, I think those are our orders." Commented a black man with an endearing smile. He was sitting at the next table, talking to a redhead. You and your date, Bucky as he had previously introduced himself, smiled in confusion. And then you noticed that the food you had just received was not yours, but that the one at the next table was. 

"I think the team must be overwhelmed with so many people." You said as you helped the couple next to you exchange their orders. 

You blushed when your gaze met the redheaded girl's, being impressed by her stunningly green eyes, and you almost knocked over your plate.

"I guess that's right now." Said the man as you finished, he was quite nice, and you risked another glance at his date, before quickly looking away when she glanced back.

"Yeah, I think it's fine." Bucky replied smiling. 

The meeting took an unconventional turn after that. Bucky noticed the small army necklace the stranger was carrying, and made a comment. And then the two boys began to talk excitedly, and you and the redheaded girl exchanged accomplice looks. When they noticed, they immediately excused themselves, and you giggled.

"I have an idea." You said, and then you exchanged partners.

"That sure is against the rules of the app." Bucky remarked with a smile and you laughed as he sat down at the next table, and the redhead in front of you. 

"I'm Sam by the way." The guy next to you introduced himself, and you smiled when you said your name back.

"Hi." You greeted the girl who sat down across from you.

"Hi." She said smiling at you. "I'm Wanda."

//-//

Seven years ago.

"Wow, what are you doing here?" You ask in surprise as you walked down to the reception desk.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda retorted in the same tone, and you looked down at her clothes in shock.

"My god, you've been transferred to my hospital"  You exclaimed as you understood and Wanda let out a short laugh.

"I see you've already made friends with the new pediatrician, Doctor Maximoff" Announced Fury, your boss for four years, and also director of the Avengers State Hospital, who you hadn't even noticed was present when you walked down to the reception desk and found your girlfriend.

Wanda had mentioned that she had requested a transfer from the hospital where she worked, and is waiting for an answer. With the busy life you both led, you had forgotten to ask about it. And then here she was, duly uniformed and smiling at you.

"I suppose I have HR paperwork on relationship politics to prepare for you two." Commented Fury with an insinuating look when he noticed the way you and Wanda looked at each other. The two of you exchanged shy smiles. "In the meantime, why don't you take the tour with your friend, doctor Y/L/N?"

"Sure, Director Fury, i got it." You nodded in agreement before the man walked toward his own office.

//-//

Six years ago.

"That is so risky." You heard Wanda sigh breathlessly as you had her pressed against a locker, your lips kissing her neck as your hands drifted dangerously down her body.

"Honestly, Fury is to blame." You retorted as you opened the buttons of her blouse. "Forcing me to take time off while you're on duty. I can't believe I'm going 26 hours without touching you. You grumbled as you grabbed her right breast, causing Wanda's smile to turn into a low groan.

"I'll go to your apartment when I'm done." She replied, blushing and biting her lips to stop herself from making so much noise. You nodded before kissing her deeply, your hands reaching inside her pants, your mouth holding back her moan.

//-//

Five years ago.

You smiled as you felt Wanda's arms around you, hugging you around the waist.

"This is our home." She commented tenderly. You stood in the empty living room. The key in your hands.

"Yes, dear." You retorted smiling, "This is our home."

//-//

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" Wanda asked softly as you both were lying in your bed. You stopped staring at the bedroom ceiling to look at her, laying your face on your pillow and slipping your arm underneath.

"I didn't like the idea." You confessed watching her mimic your position.

"What changed?"

"You."

Wanda smiles shyly, and you lift your hand to caress her cheeks.

"Do you think we could do it?" You asked, watching her intently. She blinked slightly confused and you added, "With so many shifts, and little free time. Do you think that would be a good idea?"

Wanda sighed, thoughtfully.

"I don't know." She replied. "It would be a difficult change. We would need to organize ourselves very well so that the kids wouldn't feel alone and..."

"The kids? As in plural?" You interrupted amused, Wanda laughed.

"Oh, sorry, you just want one kid?" She asked slightly ironically, joining in the joke. You pretended to be thoughtful.

"I think we can handle eleven."

"Eleven?" Wanda asked in surprise, laughing softly.

"Yeah, like on a soccer team. One kid for each position on the team" You explain smiling.

"Shut up" She retorted pushing your shoulder lightly while laughing. 

//-//

Four years ago.

"That's hot." You said looking at Natasha's cell phone screen, a picture of a lingerie. She let out a sigh.

"Yeah I know." She retorted taking the cell phone out of your sight and turning back to herself. "Bruce said he wanted to spice things up, and well, that's going to be interesting."

"I'd like to not talk about it over my lunch, though." You hit back with a smile, Nat laughs as she put the cell phone on the table.

"Sorry, but that's what friends are for." She says with a smile as she reaches for her own fork. You are having lunch in the main cafeteria of the hospital, it must be about two o'clock in the afternoon. "And how are things going with Wanda?"

You fiddle with your salad for a few moments, shrugging.

"I've never been more in love with someone." You comment.

"Well, you live together, so that's a good thing."

"I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Nat chokes in surprise, and looks at you with glazed eyes, before letting out an exclamation of happiness that attracts the attention of your colleagues around you.

In the next second she is listing a thousand ways the party could take place, famous buffets, flavor of cake, and you are smiling.

//-//

Present

"And how is the adoption process?" Natasha asked as you two stood in the garden. It had been a couple of hours since you and Wanda arrived at the wedding reception, and you are sitting at one of the outside tables, lots of guests around you. No rain yet.

Wanda smiles as she tells you that you have already met the twins, and that you are in the final processes of making everything official.

"They are so amazing, Nat, you have no idea." You comment as you show her a picture of the boys on your cell phone. Two five-year-old brothers. "They're not a full soccer team, but we'll get there."

Your joke makes Nat and Wanda laugh, and you take a sip of cider as Nat looks at the pictures.

//

Three years earlier.

You stuck your head through the warehouse door and let out a sad sigh when you found Wanda sitting on the floor, her head between her legs. 

"Hey honey." You greeted her as you entered and closed the door, walking over to her to sit beside her on the floor.

Wanda wiped away tears with one hand as she raised her head and grasped the other in your lap.

"Hey." She answered weakly, and you squeezed your hands together.

"I'm sorry." You said. "It wasn't your fault."

"It's not how I feel." She retorted hurt. "Nor how his family feels."

You sigh lightly, wishing you could change things. But you can't.

"Unfortunately we can't save every patient, Wands. You've done everything you can."

"He was only four years old." She retorted tearfully. 

"I know honey." You said releasing her hand to put your arm between her shoulders. Wanda sank into your embrace, crying softly. "I'm sorry."

//-//

Two years earlier.

You heard a familiar noise as you entered the living room, and you looked suspiciously at your wife when she startled when she saw you.

"Honey, what are you hiding back there, huh?" you asked crossing your arms. Wanda looked at you with surprise.

"Hey honey." Wanda said half-heartedly. "Don't be mad."

A meow echoed in the room and you let out a giggle.

"I imagine it wasn't you who made that lovely sound, was it, Wanda?"

Wanda moved to the side, and you let out a sigh as you observed the small creature inside a box on the table beside the sofa. 

"I found it around the street corner." 

You let out a chuckle, uncrossing your arms as you walked over to the animal. The cat couldn't have been even two months old.

"And of course the most logical choice was to bring him home instead of dropping him off at some pet shop."

"He was hungry." She retorted slightly upset, you laughed, taking your attention away from the cat to look at Wanda.

"Why are you grimacing, now I have two kittens at home." You joked stealing a quick kiss from Wanda, who relaxed her posture immediately.

"So can we keep him?"

You laughed, reaching out your arm to hug Wanda by the shoulders, she relaxed against you.

"We're going to have to figure out how to take care of a cat while working fifty hours a week, honey."

//-//

Present

You kissed Natasha's cheek as you said goodbye, Wanda mimicked your movement next. You both waved to Bruce again as you walked back to the car parked in front of your friend's house.

"Be careful in the rain." Nat warned as soon as you arrived at the vehicle, and you nodded in agreement.

By the time you have been driving a few minutes, Wanda turns on the radio, softly humming the song that begins.

"Can we watch something when we arrive?" She asks next, and you smile.

"By something you mean a sitcom?" You quip humorously, and she laughs softly, mumbling in agreement.

You are silent, and Wanda only speaks again when it starts to rain. 

"This is getting heavy." She comments as she watches the drops thicken. 

"Yeah, I'll pull over until it gets better." You tell her also worriedly, as you slow the car down to stop on the shoulder.

You think you hear a brake and turn your head to the side quickly, and a golden light is all you see before you black out.

//-//

You wake up in a jolt.

"Wanda?" That is the first question that escapes your lips. You blink in confusion trying to get used to your surroundings, there is a hand on your forearm the next second. "Nat, what...?"

"Hey, easy." Your friend asks pushing you lightly on the bed. She has a tired countenance and you look at her with confusion.

"Where's Wanda? Where am I?" you begin to despair, noticing your surroundings. 

"You're in the hospital." She replies stopping you from getting up, not that you have much strength anyway. Your body aches. At her words you notice the room around you. It is a white room. There are needles in your arm. " You guys suffered an accident."

You choke in surprise, trying to sit up, but you feel a sharp pain in your ribs.

"Where is my wife?" You ask again, feeling your throat close up. Nat looks away.

"She's in surgery, Y/N," Nat replies gloomily. You feel your eyes fill with tears, but you force yourself to sit up, pushing Nat's hands away. "Please, you can't strain yourself."

"No." You interrupt. "I need to see her."

"Y/N."

"I need to." You repeated again pushing your feet off the bed. Nat had a tearful face, but grumbled that you would make her lose her job some of these days as she helped you remove the needles in your arm.

Nat led you around the hospital to the trauma center, you ignored the curious glances your co-workers and a few strangers threw at you through the hallways. You leaned against the glass, watching Wanda on a gurney, many doctors around her.

Your face wet with tears as you asked:

"What happened?"

"A truck driver lost control." Nat replied looking at you. "It hit you on the breakdown lane. Wanda... She has a skull fracture."

You sobbed, lowering your gaze.

"Stephen is operating, Y/N" Nat continued as he held your hand. "He's the best we've got, we're going to do everything possible..."

"I can't lose her." You breathlessly interrupted, crying. "God, I can'..."

Nat hugged you next, and you collapsed in sobs.

//-//

Wanda had been in surgery for six hours.

Fury made you go back to your room and get checked up. And after doing this, and putting on a change of clothes that Nat had picked up for you, you went back to the trauma room, and waited.

Your face is wet with tears when your phone rings, and you go out into the hallway to answer it.

"Yes?" You asked in a hoarse voice.

"Miss Y/L/N?" A female voice asked, you ran your free hand across your face before confirming. "I have great news for you and your wife, dear. The judge has cleared the finalization of the adoption. You can pick up the twins at the orphanage on Monday morning."

You let out an exclamation of surprise. And then you are holding back the cry.

"Wow, that's... Incredible." You laugh breathlessly. You swallow the emotion in your voice. "I'm going to... I'm going to let Wanda know. She... She'll be very happy."

"Yes, I can imagine. Congratulations to new moms." Says the woman, and you hang up, no longer able to hold back the crying. You sit on the floor, sinking your face into your arms.

Nat appears beside you a moment later, concerned as she places a hand on your forearm, but you are unable to say anything for long minutes.

//-//

When the surgery is over, Wanda is in an induced coma.

Stephen is saying that the procedure went well, but that they need to leave her under observation, and that there are considerations to be made and they cannot know what the sequelae are, but it all seems like noise to you.

Nat says you should sleep and eat, but you are already walking over to stand next to Wanda's bed. 

"Hey, honey" You tell her softly, reaching into the sheet to hold her hand. "You'll be glad to know who called." You tell Wanda, wiping away your own tears as they flow. "We're going to be mommies, Wands." You gasp. "You need to wake up soon, honey. We need to be there on Monday."

Wanda just stood there, unmoving. And you sobbed, looking away. Stephen was beside you again, updating the documentation about Wanda's surgery.

//-//

"Enough, you need to eat something." Nat announced as she pulled you out of the room by your arm, a few hours after you arrived in Wanda's room. "And you're going to take a shower too."

You were so tired that you couldn't even resist, taking one last look at your sleeping wife as you were dragged out.

Nat waited outside the locker room while you took a shower. And then she took you to the cafeteria.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks as you eat hamburger sitting at one of the tables. You let out a dry laugh, and point outside the hospital. 

"If anything happens, I'm going to jump off that bridge". You grumble, and Nat lets out a sigh.

"Don't say things like that, it's not funny." She retorts with concern and you wipe away the new tears that have formed in your eyes. 

"I'm not telling a joke, Natasha." You tell her impatiently.

You throw your burger back on the tray, running your hand through your hair.

"I'm sorry about all this, Y/N" Nat says reaching for your hand on the table. It takes a moment for you to shake her hand back.

//-//

Wanda had been in a coma for two days.

You had no more tears, so you just stood by her bedside like a ghost, unable to really think about anything.

Natasha checked on you between shifts, and she also asked Bruce to feed your cat. 

After you fetched some coffee in the early morning hours of the third day, you gasped when the device at Wanda's bedside started beeping. 

Within a second there were nurses rushing in, and someone was pulling you out.

Your coffee cup fell to the hallway floor as you caught a glimpse of the medical staff using the cardiac defibrillator before the door was closed.

//-//

You awoke in fright, many hours without news of Wanda. You were asleep in the waiting room.

Nat was poking you lightly on the shoulder, his eyes full of tears.

"What is it?"

"She woke up."

//-//

Monday.

"Is it true that we're going to have two moms now?" Billy asked from the back seat. Natasha laughed lightly as she drove. 

"Yes, darlings, you're going to love it." She told. "Mama Wanda makes the best cakes, and you will get everything you want from Mama Y/N."

"That's so cool." Commented Tommy to his brother, holding his hand.

"Why couldn't moms pick us up?" Tommy asked a moment later, but Nat's expression was calm in the rearview mirror.

"Mommy Wanda got hurt last week." She recounted. "So your other mommy had to take care of her, but they are waiting for you at home. And I hear there are lots of presents waiting for you."

[letarasstuff]

Sass Queen

(A/N): This was requested by an anon, I hope you like it :)

Summary: First day of middle school and the first thing Spencer's daughter learns is sass. How are the team and her father going to react?

Warnings: Sass

Wordcount: 1.3k

✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________________

Anybody, who has ever seen Doctor Spencer Reid to his fullest, knows that he is a human reincarnation of a teddy bear. Well his daughter is just the same two goodie good shoes. Both of them are so innocent, whenever somebody makes a slightly naughty joke they are the only ones with confused looks on their faces. Penelope gushes over that more often than not.

“Do you have everything? Lunchbox, notebooks, schedule and pens?” Spencer lists off, seemingly more nervous than (Y/N) herself. After all, today is her first day of middle school. The thought that his child is growing up isn’t exactly sitting right with the doctor, but he knows that this is an important part of her life. It’s when the body begins to change and puberty hits you in the face with a chair.

“And you are a hundred percent sure you don’t want me to take you? Because Hotch won’t have a problem with me coming in a few minutes late.” But she shakes her head vehemently. “I’m a thousand percent sure. Dad, it’s middle school. I’m not a toddler anymore. Also, today is the day where the social dynamics are determined. I can’t be late, so I gotta go. Love you!” After a quick peck on her father’s cheek (Y/N) is out of the door, not giving him the opportunity to explain to her that all of these tween movies are nonsense.

Now her commute to school isn’t long, but the building is far enough away for her to get antsy. Countless shows and movies she watched with her Aunt Penelope taught her that today is the day where it’s decided whether or not she counts to the popular kids.

(Y/N) biggest problem is her being shy to no end. Asking a teacher for help in order to understand an assignment seems impossible to her. The shame that she says something wrong or she embarasses herself would be too much. So how on earth is the girl supposed to seem cool enough to sit with the other cool kids?

That question haunts her the whole day until lunch. Before the bell rings indicating their break, the class played a few get-to-know-each-other-games and filled some paper works for the teachers to evaluate their level of education.

Indecisively (Y/N) stands in the cafeteria, a tray with her meal in her hands. “Hey twat, don’t you know where to sit?” A girl approaches her. One glance is enough to know that she is Heather of middle school.

“Uhm, ye- no- I don’t know?” Is her not so eloquent answer. ‘Heather’ laughs. “Ah, I see. You are a newbie. You can sit with me and my friends, they will surely love you. What’s your name?”

“(Y/N), I am in Miss Huber's class.” “Oh, she is a nice one, be good to her. I’m Natalie and it’s my last year in this hellhole. You know what? I thought yesterday ‘Hey I’m in eighth grade now, it’s time to teach someone so my legacy will be kept up’ and now I decided you are my little protegee. Ok, so screw lunch with the others, I need to give you a crash course in how to be me.”

The remaining time Natalie uses to ‘teach’ (Y/N) the basics. “Ok, so to be like me, you need to stand up for yourself. No offence, but you don’t look like you are able to do that. This is the reason why I’ll give you some to go phrases to defend yourself in situations you don’t like to be in. Also I suggest you to just use them as often as you can, because everybody close to you should know not to mess with you, especially your parents.”

With Natalie by her side she is sure to become one of the popular girls and never will be messed with. The girl is ecstatic to come to the BAU and put her new learned skill to action.

“Hey, Baby Reid is back. I was afraid you forgot about us now that you are all grown up and going to middle school”, Derek greets her with the biggest smile. “I could never forget about you all, old man.”

It seems like the whole bullpen stops in its motion. It’s not that “old man” is a particular mean name, but hearing some sort of insult from the sweet goodie shoes is something they witnessed for the first time.

“Oh, I see. Don’t get ahead of yourself, shortcakes. And how was your first day? Do you already have some gossip?” Before she can get out another sassy remark, Spencer shows up.

“Hey Sweetheart. I thought you’ll go home after school. How was it? Did you make any friends?” (Y/N) smiles and nods. “Yes! There is a girl from eight grade, who took me under her wing. I don’t have to worry about being the unpopular one.”

“WONDER BABY! Can you tell me how your day was?” Penelope shouts over all of the people in the bullpen, who are not fazed at all. It’s understandable though, because a screaming Tech Goddess is not a rarity in the BAU.

“I don’t know if I can. Try and make me!” “WHOA!” Emily joins the conversation. “What happened to you? Are you now the new sass queen?”

Before she can stop herself, another snarky reply leaves (Y/N)’s lips. “Sorry, my fault, I forgot that you are an idiot.” This time the whole office goes quiet for real. But the girl doesn’t understand it. She just uses what she was taught today, so why are they so shocked?

Spencer works quickly and takes his daughter into an empty office. “I don’t know what happened, but I don’t want you to keep that attitude up. So why are you acting like that? We can talk it out, you are not in trouble, just tell me what brought this mood over you.”

His serious face confuses her. She just did what she was told to do. “Why are you mad? I’m standing up for myself, Natalie taught me how to do that. She said I’ll continue her legacy, because it’s her last year of middle school and wants someone to honour her. Isn’t that cool? When I defend myself and know how to do it perfectly, nobody is able to mess with me! No bullies and I’ll have the time of my life.”

Her father’s face falls further. “Is this about you being scared of being bullied? Sweetheart, is this why you are so sassy today?” He goes down on his knees to be somewhat the same level of height with her. (Y/N) actively tries to avoid eye contact. “Maybe?” She answers in a high pitched voice, the floor suddenly becoming way more interesting than anything else.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me? I know what it means to be scared of getting made fun of, I was in the same position once. That’s why we make a deal: Whenever anybody is mean to you in the slightest, tell me. I’ll sort it out with your teachers and the other’s parents. I know, your body and mind are going through major changes and it’s more than scary. Just keep in mind that I’m always here for you. Ok?”

Moved by his concern and speech, (Y/N) throws her arms around him. “Thank you for being so understanding. I’m sorry I was a mean tween, I just thought it would be helpful.” Spencer laughs lightly, a child’s logic never ceases to amuse him.

“It’s not me you have to apologize to, there are other people out there you owe one.” Groaning but understanding she lets go of him, knowing there it’s the only right thing to do. And she does it. Still, everybody is preparing for some oncoming sass in the near future, which is the right thing to do. Teen girls can really be mean.

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hi!! i saw ur requests were open yay!! your writing always makes me smile akdkdkdkdn can i request chan with a really shy sweet s/o and hes really playful with them but he also finds it super endearing and then one day s/o does something that makes him the shy one and all the members are just teasing them non stop omg now they're both super flustered ahhh i hope that didn't sound too weird you can do whatever you feel thank you!!

ahhhh hi anon <3

i am SO SORRY it took me a bajillion years to get to this request :( tbh, i struggled w this a lot haha i was trying to figure out how to not make this racy bc that's immediately what my mind thought of T^T but anywho, i hope that this is what you were looking for, or close to it, plz do let me know what you think!! hope you like it <3

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motion sick

pairing: dino x reader (ft. svt)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: not rly

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Greenery passed by in a blur as you looked out the window of the train. It was your first trip outside the city, but more importantly, it was your first trip with your boyfriend. You were nearing a year since the two of you started dating, this being your first long-term relationship. Things were getting pretty serious, you could say, considering he invited you on a week-long overnight trip with him and his other friends. When you first met them, you thought they might not like you because you tended to keep to yourself. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, and your whole life had been quiet and uneventful. They were a rowdy bunch, the boys, full of energy and chaos — the exact opposite of who you were.Up until this point, no one really bothered you or asked you what you were doing, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you preferred it that way. But these boys gave you a reason to try new things and branch out of your comfort zone. Sure, sometimes it was awkward and uncomfortable, but that was the fun of it.

“Hey,” Chan’s voice filled the small cabin you were in. “Sorry that took so long, the guys kept bugging me to get them stuff. Something about how I’m the youngest and I need to practice taking care of them for when they’re old or whatever.”

You giggled and shook your head. He sat down across from you and pulled out some snacks.

“Hungry?”

“Maybe just a little,” you replied. Grabbing some fruit snacks from his hand, you plopped them into your mouth, smiling at him happily.

“How are you feeling?”

“Not too bad.”

“You’re not motion sick are you?” His face wrinkled with concern at the sudden realization.

“You’re lucky I’m not,” you laughed.

“Oh, thank goodness,” he responded, placing his hand over his heart. “I’d have to take care of you if you were.”

For some reason, hearing these words come from his mouth made your body burn like a thousand suns. To top it all off, he winked at you like the cheeky boy he was. You weren’t used to this at all; prior to Chan, few people bothered to look at you, much less wink at you. It made you melt internally, though you weren’t sure if it was a good kind of melt, or a please-don't-ever-perceive-me-ever-again kind of melt. But he found it funny. In fact, he loved messing with you. There was something endearing about the way you scrunched your nose whenever he said something to make you feel shy. Whatever it was, he absolutely loved it.

“Stop,” you whined in a hushed tone.

“Never,” he proclaimed. He leaned forward so your faces were mere centimeters apart. “I do it because I think you’re cute.”

Fire raged through your body and you wanted to hide, but being inside a moving train, there was no place you could go. You pushed him away from you, opting to stare out the window instead. Chan just chuckled with satisfaction, taking your hand to squeeze it before leaning back against the upholstered seat. You chatted with your boyfriend for a while; he told you about how Soonyoung had gone overboard and ordered champagne for a three hour trip and now Seungkwan was probably dealing with the mess since Jeonghan and Seungcheol were too lazy to.

“One bottle isn’t too bad, right?” you asked.

“He gets drunk after a couple of sips of makgeolli,” Chan replied.

“Is he sharing it with the others?”

“Oh, did I not mention that he already drank half of it by himself?”

You both buckled over with laughter at the idea of Soonyoung wreaking havoc and Seungkwan panicking about what to do, but trying to come off cool, calm, and collected about it all.

Before you knew it, a comfortable silence fell over you. You decided to read a book, though with all the movement of the car on the rails, it was hard for you to keep your eyes focused. You looked up from your book to see your boyfriend fast asleep. His head bobbed with the train, failing to find support. It was hard to contain your giggles as you watched him, his mouth agape with drool dribbling down the side.

This was your chance. You pulled out your phone and opened the camera. When your hands were steady enough, your finger pressed down on the shutter button. To your horror, you didn’t realize the flash was on until the light on the backside of your phone was shining brightly on Chan’s face. His eyes burst open, though he was discombobulated from his nap. You opened the camera roll and looked at the photo, laughter pouring out of your mouth as Chan came to his senses. It was better than anything you could have ever imagined — the light perfectly emphasized the glistening drool on his face, and the lighting made his skin look horrifically pale in the most amusing way. It was perfect.

“Did you take a photo of me?” he asked, though he knew the answer the moment you began to giggle.

“No,” you lied.

“You did. Let me see.”

“I didn’t!”

Chan quickly shifted to the other seat so he was next to you. “Let me see!”

He tried to snatch it, but you were faster. “You look cute! I promise.”

“Delete it,” he whined. His ears turned red from embarrassment. He always had a chic demeanor, and you found him incredibly attractive for it, but this side of him was something new, something you would cherish for the rest of your days.

“No, it’s cute!”

Another attempt to grab your phone from you ended when he slipped and somehow your back found the seat. You could feel his small breaths as he hovered over you, your noses barely touching.

A voice boomed from the door. “Chan, can I borrow your—”

“Oh,” said a second voice.

“What’s going on… oh. Oh!” added a third.

You looked to the door to find Joshua, Jeonghan, and Jun staring at the two of you in your provocative position.

“I didn’t realize you guys were into this kind of stuff,” Jeonghan said with a smirk.

“Very bold of you,” Joshua added.

“Wait, guys. It’s not—” Chan tried to interject.

“What it looks like?” Jun put the words right in his mouth.

Never had you wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. It was hard to miss the mischievous glint in all three boys’ eyes as their gaze went back and forth between you and Chan.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt you guys,” Joshua continued.

“Wait, it’s really not what it looks like,” you tried to tell them, but your voice proved to be too timid because Jun was already running down the hall of the train and telling Seungkwan and Seungcheol what happened.

“Well, we better give you your privacy,” Jeonghan said. He put his arm around Joshua, guiding him out of your cabin to give you that privacy.

“They’re never going to let us live that down, are they?” you asked.

“No,” Chan responded, immediately bursting into small fits of giggles. “But we can worry about that when the time comes.”

[daisylore-au]

BREAK EVENT - 4

sorry this one took a little longer !!! in a majority vote 19 compared to 2 and 6, number three one: interesting option to go for !!! thanks to jwt anon, who guessed the additional information - how did dream know he was the monster? - you have an extra option at the end of this one too !! as always, you’re not obliged to pick it, but it’s open to be picked if you wanna !!!

have fun - this one is pretty sad, so i’m gonna add trigger warnings just in case: brief + implied suicidal thoughts (past), death mentions, trauma, torture + exile mentions

He has to ask. As much as he’s sure it’s not going to end well for their talk, he’s curious, and curiosity certainly hadn’t killed any cats (Tommy couldn’t say the same), but curiosity might kill him. Dream’s words play on loop at the back of his mind, and if he doesn’t ask, he’ll never know.

Isn’t this about getting information anyway?

“Dream,” Tommy begins, unsure as soon as the words come out of his mouth, “you said you think of me in a good way.”

He stops, turning to face the other with a serious look on his face.

“Why?”

And a thousand potential reasons flood his mind. Maybe Dream remembers the very early days of the SMP, the good old days when they’d been friends, when Tommy had looked up to him with stars in his eyes and Dream had taught him so much of what he’d known. Or maybe he’s thinking of exile, maybe he’s thinking of prison, when he’d tormented Tommy, when Tommy had tormented him - maybe he’s fucked up enough to consider that a good thing, maybe he hadn’t been lying all those years ago when he’d claimed exile had been “fun” for him. Tommy had always assumed he’d been mocking, cruel, but hey, maybe he hadn’t been. Maybe he’d been being serious. Maybe-

Dream looks at him like he’s stupid. “Well,” he says, as if it’s obvious, “you killed the Monster, right?”

Tommy feels very, very cold.

“You slayed the Monster, you saved the SMP,” Dream continues on, oblivious to Tommy’s ashen face, “Twice, actually, but once from the Monster! From... me. And that’s a good thing! Because if you hadn’t, I would’ve hurt more people and more things. And...”

A shadow of the past crosses Dream’s face in shade and darkness, a brief cluster of something black and ancient settling over him, before he shakes it off in an instant, tucking his hands carefully into his pockets before pulling them out again, cradling three flowers in his hands.

Tommy’s stomach turns. Purple hyacinths. Dream looks like he’s been holding onto them for a while. 

“And I don’t want to hurt anybody.” Dream nods, keeping his eyes fixed on the flower. “I didn’t wanna hurt anyone ever. Well... I think I did, at one point. But- at the beginning. At the end. I didn’t wanna hurt anybody then.”

“You...” Tommy’s voice comes out croaky. “You think me killing you was a good thing?”

Dream’s eyes flicker to his, something wise behind them for a split second. “I think,” he says softly, “that you did what was best. And I’m happy you killed me.”

It’s hard to breathe for a minute. Tommy can only stare, silent, speechless, at the other, because fucking hell, what do you even say in that situation? You didn’t get taught how to talk to your killer and abuser turned murder and abuse victim in school, not that he’d fucking went to school in the first place, but even if he had, he’s certain it wouldn’t have helped. He tries to picture himself being honest for a second, tries to picture some sort of apology or potential conversation - ‘sorry I killed you! Know you were going through a rough patch considering you’d been tortured, but in my defense I thought you were going to hurt me and you were about to kill my best friend who had also gone off his rocker, so I didn’t really have a choice! Let me make it up to you.’ - it’s a weak fucking excuse.

This is so difficult. 

“I’m not,” he replies at last, watching Dream’s eyes widen in surprise, “glad I killed you, I mean. I wish to fucking Prime I hadn’t needed to.”

"You killed the Monster.”

“I killed you,” Tommy says firmly, “and you’re a fucking dickhead, but you’re- I don’t know, towards the end, you weren’t. Towards the end, you were...”

“Scared,” Dream murmurs. He’s not looking at Tommy anymore. His eyes are fixed back on the flower, distant, sorrowful looking. “I think I remember being scared.”

Tommy thinks of the wide eyed desperate terror Dream had fought with, remembers his laugh that had sounded more like a sob, remembers how messy the whole battle had been. “Yeah.” He swallows. “You were scared.”

And what is there to say after that? He’s scared to push too far, scared that Dream will snap, scared that he will snap, scared that Dream won’t remember and scared that he will. Everything is so fucking complicated when it comes to Dream and the past - maybe that’s why he’s here. Maybe he wants to make things more simple. Exhaling heavily, Tommy swipes a hand over his face, annoyed at the tears building up in the back of his throat. 

“Can I ask you something?” He asks, and Dream, looking unsure, nods.

“Sure. Can I ask you something after?”

Tommy considers saying no. “Depends,” he says, just to be difficult, and is rewarded with a faint smile, “I wanted to know....”

He pauses, struggling to figure out how to word this properly. There really is no polite way of asking these questions, even if he’d cared - not that he did, because politeness and TommyInnit don’t exactly go hand-in-hand - but it still feels awkward to say.

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finally time to vote again !! sorry this one took a few hours, the timings with the last one got all fucked up :’) you have 15 minutes (22:30PM BST) to choose!!

1. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER OF BEFORE YOU DIED?

2. WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER OF AFTER YOU DIED?

[UNLOCKED] 3. HOW DID YOU KNOW YOU WERE THE MONSTER?

[sokkascroptop]

traitor. (sokka x f!reader) pt 21

part 1 | part 20 | part 22

a/n: annnnnnd another Day of the Black Sun chapter!! I promise this is the last one. I’m really just putting Y/N through it in these last few chapters aren’t I? writing the chapter like this was not the original plan but i had a dream about it and then a very timely anon asked me if y/n was going to be in a Fire Nation prison and I figured... hey why the fuck not you know?

Also! Haruki is Y/N second oldest brother, and again, Ren is her oldest. 

tw: verbal/physical abuse, fighting. Yes, her dad was always going to be this bad of a guy, I just never planned on them meeting up again.

Y/N huddled between Sokka and Katara as the Fire Nation army dropped bombs over where they hid. Aang and Toph had resurrected a small cliff jutting out of the mountainside to protect them, but even that was cracking under the pressure. 

When the bombing stopped, Katara crawled out first. She pointed out towards the water. “Why aren’t they turning around and attacking? They’re headed towards the beach.” 

Aang joined Katara, Sokka and Y/N at the edge of the path. The four of them watched as the airships seemingly retreated from them, headed in the completely opposite direction. 

“They’re going to destroy the submarines!” Aang shouted suddenly. 

As Y/N watched the Fire Nation balloons fly towards the beach, hurrying to destroy their only way out, the pit in her stomach grew larger. After the rest of the failures of today, Y/N wasn’t even surprised. 

“We’re trapped,” she muttered. 

“How are we going to get out of here now?” Sokka asked no one in particular. He was voicing the same question they all had. 

“We aren’t,” Hakoda said from just under the cliff. He leaned on Bato heavily, still holding his injured side. 

“Then we have to stand and fight,” Sokka furrowed his brow in determination. “We have Aang, we can still win.”

“With the Avatar we could still win, but on another day.” Hakoda, with effort, took his arm from around Bato and pulled himself to his full, brawny height. “You kids have to leave.”

Leave? Y/N’s eyes widened at the thought. Was Hakoda possibly suggesting that they leave the rest of his fleet here to fend for themselves?

“What?!” Katara rushed forward to grab her father’s arms. “We can’t leave you behind. We’re not leaving anyone behind.” 

Hakoda bent down to look his daughter in the eyes. “You’re our only chance in the long run. You have to take Aang somewhere safe. You have to keep hope alive.”

Katara looked away from her father, back to her friends. Y/N could see the tears flooding her eyes at the thought of leaving her father behind–losing him–once again. Y/N’s heart ached for Katara. It ached for Sokka too. He was about to take on so much responsibility. He was also about to shove the full brunt of the blame for the invasion plan not working onto his own shoulders; Y/N could already see the guilt wearing on him with the way he looked at his father.

“The adults will stay behind and surrender. We will be prisoners, but we’ll all survive this battle,” Bato said, his voice morose. 

Y/N felt a rush of urgency roll through her body. As much as she could see that Katara and Sokka didn’t like the idea, they weren’t speaking up against it. No one had an idea that was better. Except for maybe Y/N. She couldn’t let the rest of them stay behind like sitting turtle-ducks, waiting to be picked up and imprisoned. She had to do something.

“No way. I’m not going to let that happen.” Y/N’s voice rang through the troops. She didn’t stop there, not after stunning everyone into silence. She approached Hakoda and Katara stepped away to stand next to him. “I can get you out of here.”

Sokka erupted. “You can’t stay behind! You’ll get thrown into prison. You can’t!” He grabbed her hand like he wanted to plead with her but Y/N was already twisting out of his grip. She didn’t need him to make this harder than it already was. 

“No! I can’t just leave knowing I could have done something,” She shouted at Sokka. Y/N turned back to Hakoda. “I know this island. There are forests and mountains and there are thousands of caves to hide in. I can take us there and then no one needs to get caught!” She stared into Hakoda’s eyes with each word she spoke. 

As much as she wished Hakoda would jump at the chance to save himself, he didn’t look convinced that it was worth risking Y/N’s freedom as well. He opened his mouth to speak, to no doubt turn Y/N’s offer down and send her on her way with her friends on Appa, with the adults left behind in the dust to suffer the consequences. 

But Y/N was faster. She spoke around the lump in her throat. “If you stay behind, you won’t live to see the end of this war. And I know that too.” Her voice was low enough that only those around her could hear her words; Katara gasped at her bluntness. 

Even then, Y/N was surprised when Hakoda gave a curt nod to her, much to Sokka’s disapproval. He didn’t have time to give Y/N the lecture he so badly wanted to because just then, The Duke hollered, “They’re at the beaches!”

Y/N turned around to watch in horror as the Fire Nation airships dropped bombs onto the submarines that they had ridden in not 30 minutes ago. They were completely and utterly decimated with so much excessive firepower that Y/N could smell the burning from where they were. With their only escape officially cut off, a nervous murmuring broke out among the troops, and suddenly Y/N was extremely anxious for herself. 

How was she supposed to get a group as large as theirs around in the jungle silently, looking for a hiding place? What had she just gotten herself into?

---

Their goodbyes were quick. They had to be. Katara hugged her first, squeezing her so tight that Y/N thought she would stop breathing. It was a welcome comfort. 

“I trust that you know what you’re doing.” Katara bit her lip. “As much as I hate the idea.” 

“This is our only chance,” Y/N replied. Because what else was she supposed to say? How could she comfort someone else and when she couldn’t even do that for herself.

Katara squeezed her arm. “I know.”

She left only to be quickly replaced by Toph who gave Y/N a very uncharacteristic hug. “You better come back soon. I can’t deal with all of Sokka’s whining while you’re gone.” 

It was meant to be lighthearted; something that would make Y/N giggle, but there was a seriousness to it as well. Did Sokka really rely on her company so much? They hadn’t been separated for more than a few hours since she had joined them. She didn’t want to think what a few days would do to either of them.

“You got it, Toph. Keep everyone safe for me, alright?”

The younger girl nodded and earthbent herself up to Appa’s saddle. 

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Aang was still staring off at the burning submarines when Y/N approached him from behind, laying a soft hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Everything is going to be okay. I told you, you’re going to have another chance at taking down the Firelord.”

Aang turned to look at her, his eyes were filled with tears. “Only because I have people sacrificing everything for me.”

Y/N nodded. “Sometimes–” she sighed and chewed on her chapped lips. She didn’t need to give the boy a lecture on the hardships of war. He knew far too much of that already. “We know what we’re doing. We want to do this for you. You’re the most important tile on the pai sho board, Aang.”

He shook his head like he didn’t believe her. “I’m taking everyone to the–”

“No.” Y/N broke in and looked away. “Don’t tell me where you’ll be. Just in case.”

Aang looked at her with sad, grey eyes, knowing exactly why she didn’t want to know the location of where he would be hiding out. He squeezed his eyes shut and hugged her before airbending himself to Appa. Y/N watched as he hid his head in a way so that he didn’t have to look at anyone that he was leaving behind; his shoulders shook with sobs. 

---

When Sokka approached her, Y/N unstrapped her sword from her back and held it out to him.

“What are you doing? You might need this.” He said, surprised. His voice was thick with unshed tears. Y/N could tell he was trying to stay strong at the thought of leaving behind so many. His jaw was set and he couldn’t quite look at her directly. 

 Y/N did the same, looking everywhere but Sokka’s eyes, after realizing that was the only thing that was going to stop her from crying in the moment. “I have my knife. Besides, this is assurance that I’ll come back to you. I wouldn’t let you keep it forever.” Y/N let out a watery laugh. 

She wrapped her arms around Sokka and hugged him like she’d never hugged anyone before. She felt so much more grounded when she was around him. She felt like she was finally accepted. It was so hard to let go of that feeling that she had been searching for her whole life. She wanted to remain there, bathed in warmth forever, but she knew she would have to let him go sooner than she wanted to.

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you later.” She whispered the words into his shoulder, because saying goodbye made it too real. 

A quick kiss to the lips and then Appa was gone, carrying her friends and disappearing in the smoke like they had never been there in the first place. Which is exactly what she wanted. 

Y/N allowed herself to take a shuddering breath in and out. She wiped at her tears with the back of her hands and turned to face the troop of warriors she was meant to lead to safety. 

“Let’s go.”

---

They moved as quickly as they could for a group of 20-some-odd warriors and a young girl at their helm. 

In those early years, before she lived at the palace, she would explore her new home in the Fire Nation with her brothers; before Ren joined the army and before Haruki got mean. That meant she knew the terrain well enough to get them around, but keeping them hidden, well that was a whole other story. 

Every time that Y/N heard a branch snap, her head would turn back expecting to see them overrun with Fire Nation soldiers, but it hadn’t happened. And the farther they got from the Royal Caldera City, the easier she began to breathe. That was until she heard shouting in the distance.

Their words weren’t discernible from where she was at, the wind was whipping too hard in the tops of the trees above her, but it was clear that they weren’t safe yet. She had the men pause and crouch down as she pressed a finger to her lips, signaling them to be quiet. It was a pointless motion, no one had said a word since they’d left the cliffs behind. 

“There’s some large caves about 100 yards ahead through the trees,” Y/N whispered to Hakoda. She clamped her lips together as she heard another yell, off in the trees. Much closer this time. 

“Why are you telling me?” Hakoda shook his head. 

“Because I’m going to go draw those soldiers away so you can take everyone there?” Y/N stood up and drew her knife. 

“That’s not a good idea, Y/N.” Hakoda warned.

Y/N wasn’t sure it was either, but she’d made it her duty to get these warriors to somewhere where they could hide. She made a promise to herself that she would do it. “I’m fast. I’ll meet you back there.”

Y/N took off before Hakoda could say anything else to her. 

---

Y/N found the soldiers. She hid between a fork of trees watching them traipse around making far too much noise to be any good at tracking. It didn’t matter though, if they saw them they’d capture them. Y/N chewed on a nail as she thought of a plan to lure them in the opposite direction just to give Hakoda and Bato extra time to lead their group to somewhere safe. 

Y/N flinched as she heard the snap of a twig behind her. She ducked further down into the brush, hoping that the black of her armor and the setting sun would hide her. 

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and Y/N whipped around with her knife ready to embed it in the poor soldier who decided to mess with her.

She pulled back just in time to save Hakoda’s face from a fresh wound. 

She dragged him down next to her in the brush quickly to avoid being seen. “Why did you follow me?”

“Why didn’t you go with the other kids?” He retorted.

Y/N looked away ashamed. She didn’t know how to answer him. How was she supposed to admit that if she had left she would have felt like she was running away. Even though she didn’t think that of Sokka or Aang, she felt it about herself. She never would have been able to justify leaving people behind for her own sake. She deserved it. It was her punishment to stay behind and risk her life. Punishment for leaving Azula, punishment for even thinking like that still, punishment for asking Azula to come with her, punishment for getting Suki thrown in prison. Y/N couldn’t stop the sins she had committed from filling her brain and swirling around until her ears rang. 

“So what’s your plan?” Hakoda asked, interrupting her from her thoughts.

Y/N hadn’t gotten as far as already having a plan made but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “You shouldn’t have come. You’re still hurt.”

“I’m not going to leave you out here alone.”

“You should,” Y/N muttered. 

“Come on,” Hakoda bumped her elbow. “I’ll go around to the other side and we’ll split up and lure them off in that direction.” Hakoda nodded his head in the direction of Capital City. “Then, we’ll double back and head to the cave.”

Y/N nodded and waited for Hakoda to get in position, then she took off running, cutting directly through the group of Fire Nation soldiers in front of her. 

Y/N made as much noise as she possibly could as she ran away from the soldiers, snapping branches and kicking bushes to make sure they were following her. She could hear the pounding of their boots as they chased her through the thicket and distant yelling as they ordered her to stop. Y/N’s heart raced everytime she slipped in the mud or stumbled over roots, thinking that every second would be the one where she was caught. 

What eventually caught her attention was the sound of silence in the forest. Well, as silent as a forest could get. Sure, she could still hear birds in the trees and the wind blowing, but the only sound of footsteps were her own. 

She spared a glance behind her and didn’t see anyone either and so Y/N began to slow to a jog. She was very suddenly aware that if no one was chasing her anymore, the only other person there was to chase was Hakoda. 

But then Y/N ran into a wall.

Except that wall was a person in Fire Nation armor.

And he was grinning like he had just won the lottery. 

---

Y/N pulled her knife but before she could take a stab at him, he grabbed and twisted her wrist, forcing her to drop it. She shrieked as her wrist popped; any more force and it would have broken. Y/N kicked the soldier in the shin and the man grunted, but never let go of her hand. She pulled and pulled against him, but he was easily twice her weight and it was no use. 

Y/N grabbed at his fingers and began pulling them off of her wrist. “Let go!!”

“Stop!” The soldier made a grab for her other hand and Y/N kicked out at him again, trying to keep him as far away as possible. “Stop kicking me!” He yelled.

“Then let go!!” Y/N growled as she grabbed his pinky finger and bent it backwards.

He did at that, yanking his hand away from Y/N’s fingers hastily. 

Someone grabbed her from behind and spun her around to face them. An orange flame danced much too close in her peripheral. Y/N froze in fear as a voice muttered, “If you keep that up, you’ll lose those fingers.” 

---

Y/N didn’t have much to say after that. She allowed the two soldiers to tie her hands behind her back and lead her to a small clearing where the rest of the soldiers waited. Kneeling in the middle, was Hakoda. 

He looked rough. There was a fresh bruise above his eye and there was fresh blood on his shirt; Y/N thought he might have reopened his previous wound on his side. 

Y/N was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even meet his eyes when she was shoved to the ground next to him. Instead, she focused on what was being said around them. Behind her, she could hear the soldier’s whispering about them. They knew who Hakoda was; that one was apparently pretty obvious with his Water Tribe armor, but her, she was an anomaly to them. 

“It doesn’t matter,” one of the soldiers who had captured her said. “They’re both going to the same place. The commander is going to want to talk to anyone who was possibly involved in the invasion. Then he’ll send them off.” 

---

Y/N wasn’t sure if she recognized the compound or not. She’d visited so many when her father was first moved to the Capital City and all of them looked the same. Large stone walls, look-out towers where guards were stationed, gates with metal bars as thick as Y/N’s arms at every entrance and exit. 

The sun was gone and it was pitch black, save for the lanterns lit around the grounds. The cool air had settled and Y/N shivered as her metal armor did nothing to keep her warm. Her hands were still tied behind her back so she couldn’t even wrap her arms around her torso to provide some windbreak. But then again, she also could have been shivering at the anticipation of what was going to come next. 

They were met outside a set of large doors by someone who was high ranking; Y/N could tell by the way the soldier at her side stiffened up at his arrival. He stood just outside of the lamp light and Y/N’s eyes strained to get a look at him. 

“Sir, we found these two running through the woods near where the invasion force was sighted.”

“And the others?” his voice was gravelly and familiar. Y/N held her breath awaiting the answer.

The soldier shook his head shamefully. “No sign of them.”

Y/N was able to relax for a second. Okay, the rest of them were still safely hidden.

The man took that moment to step out of the shadows and Y/N gasped. She knew him, and he knew her by the smile on his face. She flashed back to stuffy dinners at her house where they entertained army officers almost weekly. This was one of her father’s best friends, and if this man was here, he would be too.

“No matter.” He unfolded his hands from behind his back and grabbed Y/N’s chin gruffly. “Look who we caught.”

Y/N jerked her head out of his hand and glared. He pretended to not be perturbed and motioned for the other soldiers to take Hakoda away. 

Y/N freaked out. She thrashed around and did everything in her power to block the soldiers from even touching him. 

“You can’t take him!” she screamed. “Leave him alone! He wasn’t a part of this!”

It took two of them to hold her back.

“Y/N,” Hakoda said. His voice made her grow quiet, her legs felt like jelly underneath her. The look he gave her was grave and it made her heart thud with uncontrollable worry. “It’s okay. Don’t—“

They were already pulling him in the opposite direction they were taking her.

“I know!” She yelled back. He had to know that she would follow his instructions, he had to know that she would do everything in her power to keep quiet. She wasn’t going to turn on them at the first sign of trouble. Never. 

She chanted the words in her head like a psalm: Don’t say anything about Aang. Don’t say anything about the invasion. Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything.

---

Y/N was led gruffly through one set of doors and then another and shoved onto her knees in an office. She was left alone, which wasn’t at all surprising. She was about to get interrogated by the only man she’d never been able to fool. And he wouldn’t want anyone around to witness his disgrace of seeing his own daughter being the enemy.

The door behind her was opened so forcefully it nearly fell off the hinges and Y/N flinched. He took no time walking around her and leaning on the front edge of the desk in the corner. 

Y/N couldn’t see him though, she’d only heard the stomp of his boots on the floor. She had turned her face into her shoulder and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting with bated breath for the yelling.

She could feel his eyes travel over her short hair, her black armor, the red clothes that she still wore; as if she couldn’t choose between familiarity or blatant treason.

With a stroke of bravery that came from within, Y/N took a deep breath and faced him. “Hi Dad.”

---

Y/N was sure flames were going to leap out of his eyes. He was dressed in all his Fire Nation armor as if he had just stepped onto the base from his ship. Y/N used to think it made him look important and regal, the high points on the shoulders of his chest-piece and the arm guards that had had the Fire Nation symbol up the sides in gold. All of that coupled with his build and height made him an intimidating man. Y/N wanted to be like him for so long; now it just looked like he was compensating for his own inadequacies. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her father’s voice shook with anger. Each word he said was clipped like a punch to the gut. 

“I’m saving the world.”

He scoffed. “You’ve always thought that you were more important than you ever were.” 

“I’m finally doing something for myself.” For some reason Y/N felt like she needed her father to see the reasoning behind her actions, as if he could understand them, he would be more sympathetic. But he’d never been sympathetic towards her. 

“This is the opposite of for yourself!! You’re working against us! Against your family! You’ve betrayed us all, worst of all you’ve betrayed me.” Y/N’s father began to pace in front of her. 

“It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve ever disappointed you,” Y/N muttered. 

“I always knew there was something wrong with you. I thought when you became friends with the Fire Princess, you’d finally found a purpose, but you’ve always been weak-minded. You’re so easily swayed one way or another by the words of others.” 

“No one said a word to sway me in any direction! I made this choice for myself!” Y/N shouted defensively.

“It’s why you can’t firebend,” He continued, not listening to a word that came out of her mouth. “You’ve never been strong enough, you don’t have an inner fire.” 

Y/N sighed as the same song and dance of her childhood circled around her. Her father had always believed that the only reason she was a non-bender was because she simply wasn’t powerful enough to produce flames, not that it was possible she just wasn’t a bender. 

“Why does the conversation always lead back to–”

“Silence!” Y/N’s cheek stung as the back of his hand collided with it. 

 Her father stood in front of her and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You always make me so mad, Y/N.” he said, almost sadly. “I tried to take care of this weeks ago, the second I learned of your rebellion–”

“What?” Y/N whimpered, she looked up at him through wet eyelashes. “What do you mean take care of this? Did–did you send those men after me? To kill me?!”

“You think I wanted to?!” Her father shouted. “You’re a traitor. You turned your back on your nation. You’ve embarrassed me enough. What are they going to think of a commander who’s 15 year old daughter attempted to stage a coup with the Avatar and the Water Tribe savages?” 

Y/N felt lightheaded. She wasn’t even listening to his words anymore. Azula didn’t try and kill her, her own father did. She had blamed Azula for so many things and this was one thing that she was completely innocent of. 

Finally, he turned his back on Y/N. The action was terminal and unwavering. “No one can know you were involved. It will ruin my reputation and I’ll be damned if you do anything more to tarnish the family name.”

Y/N dropped her chin to her chest and let her tears flow freely, now that his eyes were off of her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that her father would do anything as drastic as this. She wouldn’t expect forgiveness from him, that just wasn’t his way, but he was still her father. 

What would he have done if Kaito had been successful in his attempt on her life? How could her father have gone home to Y/N’s mother and acted like he didn’t have a part in her death? Would it roll off like water on a duck’s back, or would he have regrets? 

The worst part was the waves of disappointment that rolled through Y/N’s body. She wrestled with anger and embarrassment for her part in it all. She fought her whole life to gain the approval of the man standing in front of her and with one fell swoop she had knocked down everything she had already built up as if it was nothing, not the blood, sweat and tears she had put into it for so long.

Nothing could ever remedy the choices she had made in her father’s mind. Once he put his mind to something, he wasn’t one to change it. And while Y/N still stood by them for being the right decisions, she couldn’t help but think of the possibilities that could be, had everything been different. The outcomes were endless, but one thing was always certain; her father couldn’t have ever really loved her if he was so easily able to dispose of her.

----

A/N: so where do you think she’s going? lmao, y’all get One Guess. sorry not sorry for the angst. 

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all i want for christmas | eric

in part of the deobi secret santa project and dedicated as a gift to @channiewoo​ ✨ ( i hope you like it >< i tried my best! )

➳ pairing: college student!eric x reader ( ft juyeon, kevin, chanhee and sangyeon with jacob mentions! )

➳ genre: fluff, fantasy, time travel!au, time loop!au, christmas!au, university!au, love triangle!au ( ish? )

➳ warnings: n/a (PG13)

➳ word count: 4.6k

➳ inspo: lotus inn by why don’t we

➳ fic playlist: all i want for christmas - big time rush ft miranda cosgrove | lotus inn - why don’t we | christmassy! - the boyz | you belong with me - taylor swift | crush - david archuleta

a/n : this is my christmas secret santa gift to eri @channiewoo​  ^^ also hi, i’m your theb secret santa! thank you for being such a sweet person to talk to throughout this month and honestly you really made my first secret santa here on tumblr pretty memorable! i know we’ve just exchanged a few asks here and there but i genuinely did like talking to you though im not the most frequent secret santa anon out there >< i sincerely hope you can forgive me for that. but anyways, i hope you like your gift!!

+ also unedited for now because i really wanted to post this on christmas day... and tags are still not working but i don’t want to delay this any longer

The Christmas spirit could be felt in all corners of the house that night as the sweet aroma of freshly baked cookies and crackling log fire from the fireplace wafted in the air while party guests swayed to the upbeat  Christmas music playing on the stereo and chatted merrily amongst themselves. Outside, fine white snow was falling and against the black canvas of the night sky, it made the streets seem almost serene and even beautiful. Looking out, one could easily feel the Christmas mood as neighbours held their own christmas parties and family gatherings. Everywhere they looked, they would see beautifully decorated houses adorned with Christmas wreaths and intricate fairy lights. Sometimes, one would even see the occasional snowmans displayed out in the neighbours’ yards, covered in scarves and hats with the ever familiar carrot nose. From a distance a few doors down, one could also hear singing - a telltale sign of the local group of Christmas carolers making their rounds in the neighbourhood like they did every year.

This was what Christmas is all about - enjoying good food with loved ones, receiving amazing gifts, going door to door caroling and feeling at home with the people you appreciate and cherish while the winter snow falls outside. Yet, Eric felt anything but. In fact, his heart was pounding against his chest as he sipped nervously at his mug of hot apple cider. Around him, the party guests were mingling and laughing at the college Christmas party as they shared funny stories from the year they had, feeling particularly merry. Normally, it would have been easy for him to get in the mood but not this time.

“I don’t get what you’re so nervous about.” Kevin said, shaking his head. “Why can’t you just talk to her?”

“I don’t want to make a fool out of myself. What if I mess up?” He replied despondently, his eyes softening as he glanced at you from across the room.

There you were - decked out in a cute Christmas outfit just standing by the fireplace, your hair falling around your face and framing it, looking more beautiful than he had remembered. The smile on your face made his heart flutter ever so slightly and he could feel his face grow warmer despite having a huge mug of apple cider just in front of him. The santa hat you wore added just that little touch of sweetness and adorableness to you and Eric couldn’t help but feel his heart start to pound in his chest. If you weren’t already stunning to him, you were breathtakingly beautiful to him now. Every little smile or shy glance made his heart beat just a little faster and he reached up to clutch softly as his chest.

“It’s better than not trying at all, Eric.” Kevin pointed out, taking a bite out of his gingerbread cookie. “You ought to have a little bit more faith in yourself.”

Eric sighed in resignation. “It’s so much easier talking about it than actually doing it. Everytime I think about doing it, I chicken out. I just can’t seem to stop fearing about possibly screwing it up, Kev.”

Kevin regarded him with a sympathetic look before patting him reassuringly on the shoulder. “I understand. Look man, if you don’t feel ready then you don’t have to force yourself to talk to her.”

“I promised myself that today would be the day.”

“Yeah, I know you did but still, you don’t have to force yourself. Your face is turning pale from the anxiety.” The latter said, concerned.

“It is?” Eric asked, alarmed as he quickly turned to the window beside him, checking out his reflection. He narrowed his eyes as he reached up to ruffle his hair in an attempt to make it look somewhat better though all it did was make it seem more tousled.

Kevin watched him, chuckling softly. Men in love are truly a different breed.

“Hey, Kev! I nearly forgot, do you want to listen to my newly curated Christmas playlist? I’ve been meaning to ask but I couldn’t find you.” Sangyeon suddenly appeared from behind the duo, with a joyous grin on his face. Kevin gave Eric a questioning look which he waved away.

“I’ll be fine.” He smiled.

“Alright… If you need anything, just call me!” Kevin said, casting him a last fleeting glance as he walked away with Sangyeon.

Holding the mug of hot apple cider close to his chest, Eric leaned against the cold glass panel of the window, staring out listlessly despite the steady pounding of his heart. He shot a furtive glance in your direction and quickly looked away, his cheeks reddening. At this rate, it would not be long before he turned as red as Rudolph’s nose.

“Get a grip, Eric. Why are you being such a wimp?” He chided himself. Looking around, Eric couldn’t help but observe his surroundings wistfully.

Everyone was seemingly in their element - snacking on Christmas snacks, dancing and just having fun. By the boombox, he watched as Hyunjae engaged in conversation with a girl who he did not recognise. The way they were laughing and the way she so flirtatiously slapped him on the shoulder, giggling at something Hyunjae said made Eric feel so deeply envious. Even from where he was, the smitten look on her face was undeniable and he wondered why he couldn’t have been more of a ladies’ man like Hyunjae was. Things would have been so much easier for him. Why is it that whenever it came to you he was suddenly the most awkward person to grace the face of this earth? It just didn’t make sense to him.

Sighing, he took another sip of his hot apple cider, feeling the liquid burn at the back of his throat. Suddenly, he frowned, his eyes narrowing. Who was that?

He had one of the most attractive faces Eric had ever seen - with soft, fine dark hair, a strong build and a warm smile that simply lit up the room. There he was, talking to you and you sliding your hand over his shoulder, not in a seductive or flirtatious way but in a friendly way though it was still enough to spark jealousy in Eric’s heart. He watched intently as you leaned in to whisper something in his year, his smile growing wider at your words.

Eric longed to know what the two of you were talking about, his grip on his mug growing tighter and firmer.

“Lost your chance, buddy.”

Swivelling around, Eric nearly spilled his apple cider as he turned to face a pink haired boy with an upturned nose. He didn’t remember seeing him around but there was something odd about him that Eric couldn’t quite put his finger on. Not to mention, that statement really did rub him off the wrong way.

“Excuse me?” His tone was slightly icy as he furrowed his brows together, frowning at the stranger in front of him.

“Didn’t you want to talk to her?” The boy asked, taking a swig of his hot chocolate, seemingly not noticing the confused look Eric was shooting him.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh right! I’m sorry, I should have introduced myself. How rude of me… I’m Chanhee but you can call me New. Everyone does,” he smiled warmly, “you’re Eric?”

Eric narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Yes? How do you know my name?”

“I just do. I know everyone,” He waved away his question nonchalantly, “I see you have a Christmas sweetheart.”

He tipped his mug in your direction and Eric felt his face grow hotter, annoyance setting in at the same time.

“How is that any of your business?” He snapped, his tone indignant and confrontational.

“I am here to help so watch your tone around me.” New rolled his eyes, looking at him in disdain though there was a twinkle in his eyes as he continued, “I can help you get the girl.”

Eric cast you a sideway glance before turning back to New with a skeptical expression. Whoever this guy was, he was weird, odd. Yet, the proposal he had proposed was a tempting one and despite himself, he felt inclined to listen. Watching you from afar, Eric’s heart sank just a little deeper as the guy you were talking to suddenly reached up to brush your hair away from your face, the both of you looking into each other’s eyes as he did. The irritation and jealousy he felt came back stronger than ever and before he knew it, the words were out of his mouth before he even knew it.

“How can you help?”

At his words, New grinned, drawing a small crystal vial from his pocket. The vial was filled with a mysterious sparkly, glowy pink liquid and smelled distinctively of roasted chestnuts though Eric was almost a thousand percent sure the liquid was not made of any kind of roasted chestnuts in any shape or form. As New popped open the cap, the scent grew even stronger and Eric shot him an alarmed look.

“What is that? A drug?!” Looking around frantically, it felt like nobody was paying the two of them any attention, being too preoccupied with their own conversations. How is nobody noticing this?

“Calm down and don’t get your panties in a twist.” New scoffed, “It’s a time travel potion. Or a time loop potion if you will.”

This guy is actually crazy. Eric almost wanted to laugh out loud at the ridiculousness of it all but barely managed to suppress it.

“Okay…?”

“Yup, I made it myself. Took me like half a year to brew it to perfection but it should work now. I followed each step really closely so there should be no problems.”

“Yeah, sure man. Thanks for wasting my time. If you don’t mind, I’ll be leaving. Thanks for the false hope.” Eric grumbled, taking his leave and not even bothering to consider the chagrined look on New’s face. Mayhaps Christmas is not his time either. He wondered how long this would drag on. When Valentine’s Day rolled around, he chickened out and said ‘next time’. When Halloween rolled around, he chickened out yet again and promised to make a move by Thanksgiving yet when Thanksgiving rolled around, he settled for Christmas. Now…

“Maybe it’s just not meant to be. Maybe I’m just too much of a coward.” He whispered to himself, pushing his way through the crowd of people. As he took yet another sip of his hot apple cider, he couldn’t help but keep his eye on you. The way you were now looping your arms over the guy’s neck and the way he had his large hands on your waist made Eric want to leave the party. If only he had a little bit more faith…

“What time is it anyways?” He murmured to himself, wanting more than anything to leave.

9:04pm. Damn. It wouldn’t be until two hours later for the party to end. Sure, he could always leave early but he would hate to be seen as disrespectful to everyone else especially Jacob, the host of this lovely party.

He stared at the mug of hot apple cider he had in his hand, scrunching up his nose at the taste of it.

Was it just him or did it taste slightly… Off?

Eric gazed at it for a moment before he shook his head. I’m overthinking everything, he thought. However as he stood over the snack table, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. It was like having someone slap him at his head before his vision turned blurry. His limbs were beginning to go soft and his mouth dry. What was happening? He blinked rapidly but to no avail. It felt like he was falling in a deep pit…

When he opened his eyes again, everything felt fine. Patting himself lightly on the face, he looked around his surroundings in confusion. Just what was that? Did he imagine all of that? The mug of hot apple cider was still in his hands and the reindeer horns band was still on his head. He was wearing the same clothes and everything had become clear, there were no more blurry visions. The pounding in his head had stopped and it felt like whatever happened earlier was merely a figment of his own imagination.

“Eric…? Eric!”

The voice shook him from his stupor and with a start, he lifted his head to see Kevin regarding him with a questioning look on his face.

“You okay? You zoned out for a minute and I mean, really zoned out.”

“Y-Yeah… Aren’t you supposed to go listen to Sangyeon’s playlist or something?”

Kevin raised an eyebrow.

“What playlist?”

Eric frowned. “Didn’t Sangyeon ask you to listen to his Christmas playlist?”

“Um… No? Even if he has one, he hasn’t asked me yet.”

Eric looked at Kevin with confusion in his eyes. What was going on? Last he remembered, that was exactly what happened. Swivelling around, the confusion got even stronger when he saw you standing all alone at the other corner of the house. Were you not with that guy?

Instantly, he remembered what New had said. “Time travel potion…” He mumbled under his breath, his eyes widening when the realisation dawned upon. No way…

Whipping out his phone, it felt like his heart was about to pound right out of his chest when he saw the time. His throat felt dry and tight as he stared, unable to believe his eyes.

8:46pm.

Eric suddenly recalled the weird taste he had gotten in his cider and instinctively, his hand reached up to cover his mouth. There was no other explanation for this other than the fact that one, that New or was it Kyu guy had not been lying when he spoke of a time travel potion and two, he had slipped him the potion on purpose when he wasn’t looking. He could feel the anger bubble up within him - the nerve of that guy! With pure, unadulterated fury in his eyes, his gaze swept across the room, looking for him. Kevin looked on, thoroughly puzzled.

“...Eric? Are you okay? You’ve got a weird look on your face.” He asked, concerned. “Eric?”

All anger had just dissipated from his being as his sights finally landed on you. There you were, standing all alone at the fireplace with a drink in your hand while your friend danced. The look on your face was one of loneliness and even from a mile away, anyone could tell you looked extremely awkward at having been left alone while she swayed up against Haknyeon, a guy he recognised from his Medieval History module.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the same dark haired guy he had seen approach you ‘earlier’. Following his gaze, Eric could feel his stomach drop as he realised that they were on you. From his body language, it was clear that he was about to make his way over and take his chances with you.

Just then, a voice at the back of his mind whispered softly.

“What are you waiting for?”

Taking a deep breath, Eric squared his shoulders and hurriedly straightened the jacket he was wearing. This is it. This is actually it. He was going to do it. His legs were moving now, one step after another in large strides towards you. The sound of his heart pounding was practically deafening to his ears and he could feel his legs turning into lead, each footstep heavier than the next. Squeezing past the crowd, another voice - this time insistent and panicky - suddenly cried out.

“No, don’t do this! What if you embarrass yourself and make yourself out to be a fool?”

Eric’s face paled. No, this is a mistake. What was he doing?

“Hello?”

Shaking out of his thoughts, Eric almost jumped back in shock at the sight of you just right in front of him. Before he even realised it, he had made his way over. It is now too late to back out. Had he been standing there like an idiot this whole time?

“I-I… Hey!” He squeaked out, his heart almost leaping out of his chest.

“You’re Eric right? Eric Sohn from Professor Kim’s introduction to accounting class?” You asked kindly.

From the corner of his eye, he could see the guy from ‘earlier’ approaching, pushing past the crowd and judging from his demeanour… It seemed like the competition was still in the game.

He needed to pull this off.

“Yeah, I am. Y/n right? It’s a pretty cool party, isn’t it?”

“Mhm! Pretty great so far! My friend is over there dancing but I’m not much of a party dancer so here I am,” you smiled and Eric almost forgot what he was about to say.

“I-”

“Hey, how are you guys enjoying the party?”

Eric looked up and his brows furrowed into an annoyed and anxious ‘v’. The dark haired competition merely grinned back at him though there was a certain glint in his eyes which made Eric clench his jaw tightly. It was the sort of gaze that was long enough to send a goading message - game on.

He smiled and extended a hand towards you, completely ignoring Eric. “I’m Juyeon, roommate of Jacob’s. I saw you from afar and thought I’d come say hi.”

You shook his hand, oblivious to the tension between the two guys. “I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

Juyeon briefly lifted his gaze to Eric and without anyone’s notice but his, he winked slyly.

“Revolting.” Eric thought angrily.

“I heard they have some really cool peppermint treats at the candy table, wanna come?” Juyeon asked and quickly Eric said, “I heard they have a great log cake at the snack bar though. I’ve heard people raving about it!”

You looked at the both of them, seemingly a little disconcerted. “Uh… I…” Juyeon shot Eric a scathing look which he returned with a smug smile.

“Who doesn’t love a good old log cake?” He asked, to which Juyeon rolled his eyes at.

“I mean… I do love peppermint…” You trailed off and Eric turned to you with wide eyes as big as saucers and Juyeon’s lips lifted into a smug smile.

“Excellent choice! I hear they have so many varieties…” Juyeon chattered on, placing his arm over your shoulder, leaving poor Eric speechless and red faced, watching helplessly as the two of you walked away from him. Turning behind you, you had an apologetic look on your face but said nothing.

“That’s too bad. I was rooting for you, you know?”

Eric swivelled around to find New standing behind him yet again, this time chewing on a piece of toffee. The time on his watch was clear as day as the red, glowing digits stared right back at him - 9:04pm. It had come full circle. He had the chance to turn things around but he had failed. Somehow, the nonchalant look in New’s face irritated him but he tried to remain calm. His gaze drifted down to the bulge in the man’s jacket pocket, tracing the faint outline of the tiny vial that contained the potion from earlier.

“At least we know now that I’m legit, right?” He winked at Eric, smirking as he did though it dropped when he saw the look on the latter’s face.

“Why are you-”

“Please, give me one more chance. Please just let me turn back time this one more time.” He pleaded. Eric was not one to plead but this time, he was feeling particularly desperate.

New looked at him like he had just sprouted an extra head before he burst out laughing.

“How’s that for a turn of the tables, Mr ‘thank you for wasting my time’?” He asked, still giggling. Clearly, he was taking much joy in this new dynamic - something Eric didn’t look too pleased about though he was not about to act on it. After all, it was New’s potion that allowed him this one more chance which he had quite unspectacularly let slip from his grasp.

“Alright, I suppose I could let you try this one more time though I’ll definitely be charging for your next usage.” New sighed, whipping out the vial. “I did want you to succeed after all.”

As Eric gulped down his drink, the familiar feeling of dizziness washed over him yet again, along with the looseness in his limbs and before he knew it, he found himself standing right where he was with you standing where you were previously.

This time, Eric squared his shoulders and ran a hand nervously through his hair. There you were yet again, standing by the fireplace with that drink in your hand.

“No hesitation this time,” he whispered to himself before he made his way over. He barely even paid attention to Juyeon coming in from the side as he struck up a conversation.

“Hey, y/n from professor Kim’s introduction to accounting right?”

You turned to him, looking a little surprised before you smiled warmly at him.

“Yeah! Eric, is it? It’s nice to see you here.”

“How’s things going so far at the party?” He asked, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. His nervousness was getting to him quickly but the thought of messing up yet again reined him back in and his smile stayed on.

You wrinkled your nose as if considering his question before you replied, “Well, it’s going alright so far. I’m not really a party sort of person but I thought I’d make an exception since you know, Jacob’s my friend.”

“I see! I don’t usually mind parties but I do like…” He paused as he saw Juyeon approaching, the gears in his head whirring away and you looked at him curiously.

“Eric…?”

“How about we go get some peppermint? I hear they have a variety here.” He suggested quickly, his eyes darting towards Juyeon’s direction.

You stared at him, looking a little perturbed but then grinned and nodded. “Sure, I love peppermints.”

Before Juyeon could even make his way over, the two of you had walked away, squeezing past the dancing crowd. The bass beat of the music was so resounding throughout the house that it almost seemed as if the walls were vibrating as well. The glitter and lights all around all looked stunning but perhaps a little too stunning as Eric made his way through the crowd with you just right by him. From all sides, people were accidentally bumping into each other and more than once, he almost lost his balance.

As the two of you neared the candy table, Eric realised too late that perhaps pushing past the crowd had been a bad idea and that a smarter way would be to stay out of the dance floor when he felt himself fall forward. Someone’s foot had been there and without looking, he had tripped over and landed with a huge thud on the floor, flat on his belly. His chin collided with the ground and if he had hit it just a little harder, had the impact been just a tad stronger, he might have suffered a serious injury.

Since you were just trailing behind him, his unexpected fall had sent you falling as well. As the both of you crashed against the ground, some members of the crowd audibly gasped as people shuffled out of the way. Though it may have hurt when he fell, Eric’s heart ached much more than the bruise he would no doubt sport on his knees tomorrow. Seeing you sprawled next to him and knowing all of this happened only because of him, he wanted nothing more than to dig a hole right there and then and leap right in.

A few partygoers reached out to help him up and right next to him, Juyeon appeared in front of you, extending a hand with a look of concern. Eric watched as the two of you looked into each other’s eyes and like in a fairytale princess bedtime story, you reached out tentatively to hold onto Juyeon’s hand as his heart fell to the ground with a messy splat.

“Y/n-”

“Are you guys okay?” Juyeon asked though it seemed as if he was only asking you in general.

“Yeah, we’re alright. Thank you.” You said softly, still seemingly a little frazzled.

“Come, let us go get you seated somewhere.”

Eric couldn’t help but simply stand there and look helplessly as the both of you wandered away, his heart feeling like it was about to shatter into pieces. A second chance he was given and he screwed it up and if that wasn’t enough, he was offered yet another shot which went worse than his first. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe no matter how many times he tried, tonight was just not the night. Or perhaps nothing was ever destined to happen between you two. The jolly christmas music was still playing but he no longer was in the Christmassy spirit anymore.

All he wanted for Christmas was you but it seemed that that didn’t seem so possible anymore, if not impossible.

As the partygoers resumed their dancing, all he could do was plop himself down on the nearby couch and do nothing except nurse not just his fallen pride but also his feelings which never had the chance to express themselves before it got completely shut down.

Grabbing a bottle of ginger ale from a nearby pack, he took a swig and felt the ale burn as it ran down his throat. Usually, he would have loved it but tonight, it just left a bitter taste in his mouth. Keeping his head down, Eric exhaled deeply. He ought to just give up completely.

“Hey, Eric.”

At the sound of your voice, his head snapped up and he gazed up at you with wide eyes. There you were, standing before him and looking down at him as he wallowed in his own feelings. How long have you been standing there? Why were you here?

“Y-y/n?”

You gave him a bashful glance as you sat yourself next to him. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I… I… “ He simply stared at you, his mouth gaping like a fish and looking absolutely flummoxed. “Didn’t Juyeon-”

“I couldn’t possibly leave you alone.” You hurried to say and when he didn’t reply, you continued. “Do you… Do you mind if I sit here with you?”

It took Eric a second for it to register in his mind what you had just asked of him before he grew flustered just as the joy in him began to spark.

“Do I mind? No! Of course not! You’re welcomed here! Please, sit with me!”

As he chattered on nervously, you couldn’t help but admire the way his eyes would light up whenever he talked and how charming his smile was. He was in the habit of moving his hands around a lot which though some might find annoying, you only found to be endearing. You could feel your heart beating quickly which always happened whenever you were near him, saw him around class or even just at the mere mention of his name.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself clench on tightly to the couch, the excitement in you simply immeasurable. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt the weight of the vial in your pocket. A worthy bargain indeed from the mysterious pink haired boy.

This was all you wanted for Christmas.

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You Broke Me First

Pairing: Ex!Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 2,265

Summary: He broke your heart and wants you back, but you can’t take the chance. You can’t put your heart back in his hands.  You can’t give him the opportunity to break you again.

Warning(s): Mentions of drinking, drunk calling, heartbreak, sadness

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You broke me first Maybe you don’t like talking too much about yourself But you shoulda told me that you were thinking about someone else

There was something especially excruciating about finding out that the entire time you were in a relationship with someone, they were thinking about someone else. Every kiss, every touch, every reassurance was given with someone else in their mind, with someone else’s name on the tip of their tongue.

Dating Harry was what one would call a roller coaster ride that began at the top and crashed at rock bottom. 

There was a long period of time when you held on solely because you thought that he was the best thing that had ever happened to you. And at the time, he was. He was everything that you could have ever asked for. He was everything that you had ever wanted.

If only you had been the same for him.

The last thing that any girl wants is to be called another girl’s name. That’s bad enough as it is, but when he said ‘I love you’ for the first time? That ruined you.

He noticed what he did the moment that the name left his mouth, but there was no taking it back.

You had walked out of his life a lot easier than you thought you would. You were extremely broken, sometimes you even thought you were beyond repair. But you managed to walk out that day and not come back.

You’re drunk at a party or maybe it’s just that your car broke down Or your phone’s been off for a couple months, so you’re calling me now

In the period of time that you’ve been separated - approximately four months - you haven’t heard from him once. At first, you wished that he would reach out and give you some sort of explanation. But then, after a month or so, you were glad that he didn’t. You were better off without you in your life.

He had seemingly forgotten about you altogether, and you were glad that he did. But if he forgot about you, then why was he calling you at three in the morning?

You answer, scared that something’s wrong. If he’s hurt and you don’t answer the phone, you’d hate yourself for it.

“Y/N.” He breathes, and you can immediately tell that he’s drunk. You roll your eyes. Of course he would drunk call you. Of course he wouldn’t call you if something were wrong. You definitely weren’t his first choice for that. You weren’t his first choice in your relationship, so why would the situation be any different now that the two of you didn’t interact at all?

“You’re drunk, Harry. You’ll regret this in the morning.” You sigh, running a hand over your face. “Call a cab, go home, and go to bed.” You don’t wait for him to reply, hitting the end call button and lying back down.

I know you, you’re like this When shit don’t go your way, you needed me to fix it

Most people probably would have at least made sure that he got home safely. But you knew him. You knew that he never went out alone. One of his friends would ensure that he got home without dying. 

You also knew that the only reason that he was calling you at all was that something went wrong. He messed something up and now he was drinking it away and calling you to fix it for him. He does this every time that he ruins something. He runs to you so that you can help him fix whatever mess that he made.

You’re actually surprised that he took this long to call you, drunk and obviously wanting something from you. Four months is a long time, probably a new record for him if you really think about it.

And like me, I did But I ran out of every reason

Less than half a year ago, you would have run to him the moment that he asked for help. You would have pieced back together anything that he broke. You would have done anything in your power to get him back on the right track.

But now, there wasn’t a reason for you to do that. You aren’t his girlfriend. You aren’t his friend. Hell, you aren’t even in his life. So now, as much as your natural instinct told you to go running and save him from himself, you didn’t have a reason to, and you were finally at peace enough with the situation to accept that.

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?

The next morning, you’re awoken by a sharp knock at your front door. You know that you didn’t invite anyone over, so you’re confused when the noise pulls you from your blissful state of unconsciousness.

You debate ignoring it, but then the knocking comes again, slightly louder and more urgent this time.

You groan into your pillow. Pushing yourself up out of bed, you trudge to the door and swing it open.

You’re not expecting the man in front of you to be the one standing at your door. You blink a few times, thinking that maybe you’re still dreaming. 

The last time you saw that mop of curls in person, he was calling you by someone else’s name and breaking your heart into a thousand little pieces.

You open your mouth to say something. To say anything. Maybe to ask him what in the world he could possibly be doing by showing up on your doorstep. 

He beats you to it, though, speaking before a single sound can come out of your mouth. “I miss you.”

You look at him expectantly. There’s no way that he came all the way to you just to say that. 

After a moment, he continues. “I miss you and I messed up and I thought that I would be better with someone else, but I’m not. And I never was.” He runs his ring clad hand through his hair, the strands getting caught in the detailing on the bands. “God, I was so wrong. I messed up so bad and I don’t know what I’m doing here, really.”

“Where’s you get the balls to come here, Harry?” You spit, the words laced with venom. “Because I know for a fact that you didn’t have them the last time I saw you.”

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had But I don’t really care how bad it hurts When you broke me first

“I- I don’t know. I just… I miss us, Y/N.” His eyes are pleading with you, begging you to give him another chance.

You don’t feel bad for him though. You can see the pain that he’s going through, but you simply can’t bring yourself to care. You were in his place just a few months ago, and he didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“You can’t just show up like this, Harry.” You sigh, knowing that this will make you revisit the pain, the heartbreak that you tried so hard to push to the back of your mind.

Took a while, was in denial when I first heard That you moved on quicker than I coulda ever You know that hurt

“I know, I just…” he stops, at a loss for words. 

“Harry, you can’t look at me and say all this and then just expect me to feel bad for you.” You run your hands over your face, trying to relieve some of the stress that this conversation is already causing you. “While I was at home crying my eyes out over the fact that you spent our entire relationship thinking about someone else, you were with that person. It was less than a week after you broke me into a million pieces when the first picture came to me. The first picture of you kissing her.”

“I’m sorry.” You roll your eyes at him and he whines your name, trying to get you to listen to him, to take some pity on how he’s feeling.

Swear for a while I would stare at my phone just to see your face But now that it’s here, I don’t really know what to say

“No, Harry. For the first month, at least, I would keep my phone near me, just in case you called me.” You can feel the tears surfacing. The pain that you pushed down is slowly rising and you hate him for making you have this conversation. “I used to wish that maybe you thought that you made a mistake.” You almost laugh at the irony. “But now that you’re here saying just that, I don’t want to hear it. Why are you here?” 

“I miss-”

“Don’t use that excuse.” You snap, cutting him off. “You don’t miss me. What happened? What fell apart?”

I know you, you’re like this When shit don’t go your way, you needed me to fix it

“She broke up with me because I wasn’t committed enough.” He shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal.

“Why weren’t you committed enough?” You have a feeling that you already know the answer, but that doesn’t stop you from asking.

“Realized how much I wished that I had never messed up with you.” For a split second, you wish that he had never broken your heart. You wish that you could take the few steps between the two of you and wrap your arms around him. But you can’t do that, because it’s not your job to fix him anymore.

And like me, I did But I ran out of every reason

“I can’t fix that, Harry.” You sigh, knowing that this conversation isn’t going to end well. You’re not budging, and he wants you back.

“I don’t want you to fix that. I want to fix this.” He points between the two of you.

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?

“Look, the entire time that we were together, you didn’t want it to be me. I can’t come back to you and believe it’s different just because you say it is. I can’t wait for another model to come along and have you break my heart into pieces again.” You hate breaking his heart, something you know that you’re doing by the way that he looks defeated.

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had But I don’t really care how bad it hurts When you broke me first

“I promise that it won’t happen again, just please.” He whines your name again. There’s so much of you that wants to give in, but you just can’t. You can’t put your heart on the line for him again.

“I can’t Harry. Your promises mean nothing to me. Because you promised me last time that you wouldn’t lie to me. And you lied to me throughout the entirety of the relationship.” He looks down at the floor, scuffing his boot against the tile of the hallway.

What did you think would happen? What did you think would happen?

“I know, but please, let me show you that this time can be different.” His begging doesn’t sway you in the slightest. He couldn’t have thought that him coming here and simply apologizing and saying he wanted you back would do much. 

He couldn’t have thought that was all it would take to get you back.

I’ll never let you have it What did you think would happen?

“Harry, no. I can’t put my heart in your hands again. I can’t trust you with that. And there’s nothing that you can say right now that will change that.” He finally looks back up at you and you see the tears lining his eyes, begging to fall. 

You hate that you’re making him cry, that you can’t just give him everything that he could ever want. But you know how this will go. You’ll be fine until there’s a slight bump in the road and then you’ll be the one giving and giving and giving everything that you have to offer while he’s not offering you anything in return. 

There’s no way that you can go through that again. You didn’t think that you’d make it the first time, and you know for a fact that there’s no chance of you surviving a second heartbreak like that.

Now suddenly you’re asking for it back Could you tell me, where’d you get the nerve?

“Okay.” He chokes out a sob and the look on his face makes tears well in your eyes. Watching him cry was never something that you could do. And here he was, standing in front of you, crying his eyes out.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I just can’t. I wish it could’ve been different.” You try to give him a small smile, but the tears begin streaming down your face and you know that there’s no way you’ll be smiling for a while.

Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had But I don’t really care how bad it hurts When you broke me first

“I’m sorry, too.” He mumbles. “I love you, Y/N. Wish I could’ve said it right the first time.” He says, before walking away.

You watch him until he turns the corner, and then you close the door. You don’t even make it to your room before you’re sobbing and gasping for air.

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get out. || soobin.💦

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pairing: soobin x reader genre: angst, smut

word count; 1534

“pack your shit and go! get the fuck out of my sight!”.

soobin screams, pointing to the door. Your eyes welled with tears. Him kicking you out? 

“you’re the one that got caught cheating so if there is anyone who needs to get the fuck out it should be you!”. 

“i bought this fucking house!”.

you angrily stormed away grabbing the picture from your wedding day. It sat as big as can be on your wall in a wide golden frame. god, the things you’d do to be happy with soobin again. 

you took it off it’s hook and tossed it carelessly on the floor. the glass shattered everywhere but you didn’t care, you even hoped some bits got into soobin’s eye. you grabbed another nearby vase that you knew was expensive also and threw it on the oak colored flooring watching it split into smitherines. 

“What the fuck are you doing do have any idea how much any of that shit costed me?!”.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you bought! I don’t care about any of this expensive shit!”.

“of course you don’t because you didn’t fucking pay for it!”.

getting angry you swept the dining room table of it’s fine china plates and cups and relished the sound they made when they hit the ground. broken. damaged beyond repair. just like the relationship you held with soobin. 

“was she worth it soobin? huh?! Was she worth ruining your whole fucking marriage for? Because I sure hope so!”. 

“you and I both know this marriage wasn’t shit and wasn’t ever going to be shit. We can’t last five minutes without some stupid argument”.

“because of you!”.

“it’s because of your toxic ass too! Don’t think I don’t know that you’d been out with other guys too. I wasn’t fucking born yesterday”.

“I wouldn’t be out with other guys if I had a caring husband who actually obeyed his wedding vows”. 

breathing heavily from his anger everything about soobin was disheveled. The loose dress shirt and his loose tie. His hair was going in a thousand different directions. the necklace he wore made it easy to see his glistening chest that displayed drips of sweat. He looked tired. He looked stressed. he approaches you calmly. 

his eyes burn into yours. sometimes you thought it was magical that you and soobin communicated on much better terms through your eyes rather than your mouths. the hurt made itself at home in his eyes and god, did they always took a vacation in yours. 

“sometimes. i wish i never fucking met you”.

you swallowed more spit into your dry throat, glaring up at him. the silence was mourning louder for the both of you.

“and what about the other times? or can you only think of hurtful shit to say to me?”.

soobin let his eyes wander you angrily. you could tell he wanted to tell you to shut the fuck up. it was dripping at the tip of his tongue. but he didn’t. instead, he lifted you and threw you over his shoulder. 

you were so high up off the floor you were afraid that if you said something smart he’d throw you back down somewhere. So you kept your mouth shut until you were flipped onto the bed in your shared bedroom. 

on your stomach you laid there confused. you twisted your head to see soobin behind you at the edge of the bed with his eyes blazing at you. He was unbuckling his belt like so. 

“what are you doing?”.

it was a rare sight to see soobin undress given that you both haven’t had sex with each other for almost a year. 

“what does it look like i’m doing?”. soobin expresses in a nonchalant tone. 

“I’m about to fuck you. or is there anything else you want to get off your chest?”. 

he questions seriously. you sighed in annoyance. 

“no, soobin”. 

“that’s what i thought”.

he replies before draping his body on top of your backside. he lifts himself a bit to hassle your jeans off. he smirks a little at the tiny thong you wore. 

“oh you couldn’t have worn these for me. was there someone else coming over?”.

you opened your mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by him shoving his fingers in your mouth. 

“aht aht. you speak when i tell you to”.

he lowers himself to get a good view of you before he hastily slides your panties to the side. he slides between your legs and lays on his back, moving downward so you were now sitting on his face. 

“that’s a good girl”. 

he coos before wrapping his arms around your thighs and licking a strip up your pussy. you twitched at first, the feeling being unfamiliar to you. you couldn’t think of the last time soobin ate you out. 

slowly but surely soobin allows his spit filled tongue to lick you from your ass to your clit. you’d be a fool to talk shit to him now. you whined a bit. 

“oh my god”. 

soobin smirks under you before using his lengthy tongue to do it over and over. he took his licks slow and steady. you clutched a pillow to your chest with your eyes closed. you didn’t know if it was that soobin’s tongue was drenched in spit or if you were really as wet as you sound. 

“it’s been a while hasn’t it?”.

soobin speaks in the lowest tone he’d ever spoke in. you trembled on top of him. 

“yyes”. 

you stammered in the midst of soobin’s slow strokes. that was the thing about him. he ate you in the slowest sexiest way possible and it still had you shaking for more. the more his tongue grazed your sensitive folds the more you wanted from him. you throbbed painfully. you moan in a shaky voice that got soobin hard. 

“you are wet as fuck. maybe you like me after all hm?”.

he asks before kissing your swollen clit. your body jolted from the feeling. who knew you were so sensitive. 

“you like that?”.

“yess”. you whine softly into the pillow you held . 

soobin takes his time to delve his soft lips into you. he places his top lip on the hood and lets his tongue swipe your clit in slow yet hard strides. you twitch again, wanting to cry. your heart race quickens. 

“oh my god soobin”. 

he licks your clit again and again, slurping it whenever he got the chance. adrenaline raced through your veins and butterflies of pleasure consistently fluttered in your stomach. you felt as if you were going to explode. 

and soobin could tell, your slick being almost too much for his tongue to handle. this is where he wanted you, your pussy over stimulated and sopping. he moved his wet lips from between your legs and instead lines his dick with your hole. he rubs the head on your creamy folds before shoving himself in. you whimpered once more. 

“fuck”. he groans before reaching over you and clutching the headboard. he slams himself into you before pulling out and doing it again. 

“fuck me please soobin”. 

hearing your cries he fastens his pace, slamming the headboard into the wall with his hand repeatedly. your warmth was enough to make him throb. he could feel the beads of your wetness drip down his dick with ease. he loved the way your ass jiggled on him. 

“you feel so fucking good”. he groans lowly biting his lips. 

he slaps your ass and tugs your hair pounding into you like he never had before. your cries and screams were no match for how loud the headboard was. you thought after this, it was time to invest in a new bed. you let your eyes roll to the back of your head in bliss. 

“yes yes! fuck”. 

“your pussy is throbbing on me. you like when I fuck you like this?”.

“yyes!”.

“do you want me to keep fucking you like this?”. 

“fuckk-yes!”.

“no more arguments. understand me?”.

you whimpered beneath him, you couldn’t understand how he was casually speaking while having his way with you. 

“yes I understand!”. 

“we’re not cheating on each other anymore. Do I make myself clear?”.

“yes soobin!”. 

he pulls your hair harder with the slapping sounds of your skin filling the atmosphere. 

“apologize to me”.

“I’m--i’m sorry! fuck i’m sorry I’m going to cum”.

your back arches as you came hard, and all over soobin. he drove you into overstimulation of course, until it was time for his release. the both of you plopped down with your backs on the bed breathing hard. you couldn’t believe he made you cum like that. 

you glanced over at him, his wet hair layering his eyes. he looked so cute. you crawled your way over to him hesitantly, laying your head on his chest. It’s been a while since he received affection from you. you sat up with your chin on his chest staring at his lips before you kissed them and pulled away. 

and for the first time in a long time he was actually smiling. 

“you’re cheesy as fuck. do you know that?”.

[stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland]

Hi guys! As promised to that Anon, I wrote the timelines. I decided to write only the key points though because these are things we already know, and then, I’m sure there are more than a thousand proofs around and people who have already spoken about it. Enjoy.

Drum roll, please 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Let’s start with the first competitor: Tyrone William Griffin, aka Typical Dish Snacked Ty Dolla $ign 04/13/1982, the man who liked to tweet things like “I’m the curator of lesbians”.

PRen Tyren: As I already mentioned in the post “There is a light at the end of the tunnel”, it all started on the evening of November 15, 2016, when 5H went to the Epic party. Due to Laucy’s picture of the wedding and the ‘official’ coming out then occurred a few days later, on November 18, 2016, Lauren needed a boyfriend. That same night at the party, Typecast accepted the management’s proposal.

Typo tweeted “LMJ” on January 4, 2017, and then immediately deleted it. First move to create speculation since, presumably, Lauren ‘was’ still with Ludicrous. Shortly thereafter, a blind item about L who was having an affair with a married man came out. On January 10, 2017, Nicole Cartolano posted that picture of Laucy in the snow with a piñata. After wishing her a happy birthday, as we already know, luBYE. On February 13, 2017, there were the first PRren pictures at the Grammy after-party, so that people would start believing the blind item, BUT, making it clear that he wasn’t a married man, but a taken one, and yes, MAN, since Tyred is 14 years older than her, and therefore inculcating the idea that L was really cheating on Luggage. On March 9, 2017, Tymbal posted a picture of them together, coincidentally, the day after he advertised his upcoming album ‘Beach House 3’.

On March 22, 2017, we had ‘Bare With Me’ and Nicole Cartolano’s interview with MTV News. On the 23rd, we had, still very coincidentally and totally unplanned, “no I hate it because it’s invasive, scary, delusional, disrespectful to us both and was never real…Ever”, because, because, SHE DECIDES. NOT US. PERIOD. (sorry, I had to 😂. This is another of L’s tweets dating back to July 2, 2017: “I decide. Not you. Period.”) Joking apart, because she was single and she certainly couldn’t let the fans have hope for her and C, so she tried to kill the Camren ship for the umpteenth time. “Hey, hey, Lo, how’d it go? That bad, eh?” “Let me try again in 2020.” “Laur, babe, I’ll tell you what. I’m from the future, okay? It didn’t work, honey. And I don’t think it’s gonna work either in, I don’t know, in 2030.”

Back to the program.

The day before Nicole’s MTV article and eight days later, Twix posted a series of tweets (21: “Lo” - 30: “You look better on me 👀”, Cuban flag, and “I think she like me 😍”) [👈🏼 ‘Great grammar’ said in Lauren’s voice] which he then of course deleted to make everything more and more mysterious, and thus making people connect and figure out who was that ‘LMJ’ tweeted in January. On April 14, 2017, we had a picture of L with TyPod and his family dating back the night before when they celebrated Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’s birthday, followed by the blurred picture of the 15th of them together at Coachella. On April 18, 2017, Alycia Bella, Tinky Winky’s ex, tweeted “when you get cheated on w a 5th harmony member & all you can do is laugh.”, and then immediately deleted it, thus giving even more confirmation to people that both had cheated, despite Teletubbies denied and defended himself: “been moved on :) no cheating. Keep it Taylor’d. gang gang 🤘🏽🤘🏽”. The same Alycia who complained of being cheated on by Telly for ‘another girl’ during the reality show ‘The Platinum Life’ which aired on October 15, 2017 and that was recorded MONTHS BEFORE.

There were other tweets that Tyronic continued to tweet and then delete (April 1: “I think about you all the time” - April 3: “You my favorite” and “I don’t know what I did to deserve you” - April 7: “Really like what you’ve done to me”), Insta-stories and posts by both, and other public appearances together to increase the public’s curiosity. Such as: 1) Mani’s birthday. 2) August 16, 2017, when 5H did that famous and messy phone interview with The Sun for Dan Wooton’s podcast, one of Salmoned Cow’s well-known puppies friends, during which Dan asked Lauren about his relationship with Twinkly and she replied that they were just vibing. 3) Lauren’s birthday. 4) On September 11, 2017, Lauren posted pictures about the FentyxPuma party, and in one of those posts with pictures of her and Troglodyte, she put the caption with three hearts emojis, thus confirming to people that she and Tipsy were together.

February 2017 was the chosen month for Pukeren to ‘become’ official, confirmed by Typed in an interview at the Power 105.1 FM morning show The Breakfast Club on October 31, 2017, though, so a long time later and when the waters had already calmed down. By saying February, Tyring confirmed the cheatings exactly as it was planned. In another interview with BigBoyTV made on November 2, 2017, Typology showed the interviewees how even the background of his phone was a picture of Lauren. Picture that, by the way, Lauren herself posted 21 days before that by wearing Tijuana’s merchandise sweatshirt, so not even a personal picture that you’d normally expect to see from a real boyfriend.

Blah blah blah, Lauren never needed to defend a person so much in her life, blah blah blah, weed and booze and parties, blah blah blah, dogs (and fake allergies when convenient), blah blah blah, #Laurenthegroupie, blah blah blah, Tara and social media don’t get along very well, blah blah blah, #freepoorTweed ⛓️👮🏼 who was just having some fun with his friends, blah blah blah. We know the rest of the farce, and moving on to two years later, and therefore at the end of the PR, on April 15, 2019, Tic Tac tweeted a broken heart before zeroing his social media and Lauren a post on her social media, both implying the end of their oh so real ‘relationship’.

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Let’s move on to competitor number two: Maturely Hushed Matthew Hussey, 06/19/1987. The scammer par excellence (since 2012). The salesman who pretends to be a life coach/dating advice expert by deluding poor women who fall into his bullshit. The charlatan who has an infinity of fraud charges and even a restraining order for stalking and harassment by a woman named Samantha C. of San Diego. [this woman continually talked about the situation on her Instagram account, cheating_matthewhussey. Even Chelsea Briggs liked a picture.]

Ewmila Mattmila: The skit was supposed to start a lot sooner in reality. They ‘met’ for the first time on September 29, 2017, on the set of NBC’s Today show (performance that C dedicated to the Dreamers), but nobody has heard much about it, right? There was only a single Billboard article that did that. Following that meeting, it was supposed to start in October 2017, when they also started to follow each other on IG, but everything was postponed because C’s album was postponed. The album was released on the 12th, and by pure coincidence, on January 11th, 2018, during the interview with Elvis Duran, and COMPLETELY OUT OF THE BLUE, C mentioned Matilda for the first time by saying she was a fan of his. The same Mattress (10 years older than her) who coincidentally was there that day, so a setup for the public to make believe that they’d met that day.

The next day, at the release of the album ‘Camila’, C performed at Good Morning America, and Macaque, again by pure coincidence, had a small slot in the same program. On January 15, 2018, during the interview with Zane Lowe, when he asked if she had someone special in her life at that time, she replied with “maybe”, which was a big yes when she read “I can’t say your name without smiling” just before from her phone notes. On January 22, 2018, on Zach Sang Show, C said that she’s a private person and that she doesn’t like the ‘public thing’ since the Austin fiasco. Another bullshit said to make the public believe that it was the truth and take advantage of the events that would happen shortly thereafter, since, literally 18 days later, on February 9, E! News exclusively posted the first Burpmila pictures on vacation on a beach in Cabo, Mexico.

Blah blah blah, we know, blah blah blah, they lived in airports to get papped, blah blah blah, they even paid fans to do it, blah blah blah, “He’s great”, blah blah blah, “She’s great”, blah blah blah, #They'reGREAT!, blah blah blah, let’s kiss in a children’s playground #Sinu #needyCamila #someonepleaseteachStMatteohowtoholdagirl #SofiwasdecidingwhethertoreturntotheSagradaFamiliaorgoontheswingratherthanwitnessthatugliness, blah blah blah, let’s get to the first oh so real oh so important obstacle in their story.

On August 12, 2019, a Dutch singer named Elieve did an interview in which she confessed that she and Camila were dating the same guy (Matchbox) at the same time. Elieve was in London from the beginning of January to the beginning of February 2018 and Matzo was in London from January 14 to 19, so they met on one of those days.

Blah blah blah, let’s pretend we’ve overcome this obstacle, blah blah blah, let’s pretend we’re a super happy couple, blah blah blah, Disneyworld, blah blah blah, let’s go skiing, blah blah blah, trip to Italy, blah blah blah, Shawn’s entry, blah bl- wait… Oh yeah, it’s the second PR’s turn. Goodbye Ew! ‘Thank you very much for nothing. Bye-bye!!’ said in Lauren’s voice. End of ‘story’ on May 11, 2019, that is, the last time they were photographed together, news confirmed on June 25, 2019, only 4 days after the release of Señorita.

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Even if it wasn’t part of the request, this is a bonus of mine just because.

Señorita + Shitmila Showmila Shawmila: On January 27, 2018, Camila, Shaky, and Andrew, Shavable’s manager, were papped in a restaurant eating pizza before the Pre-Grammy Gala in New York City. That meeting took place to propose the idea of ​​the PR to C to help increase both Shallow’s music sales and his image. Camila was uncertain. 2017 had been a great year for her as a first time as a solo artist, and she knew that she would’ve to play her cards even better during 2018; plus, the PR with Matryoshka hadn’t even officially started and had already been postponed for a few months because the release of her album ‘Camila’ had been postponed.

Andrew explained to her that the PR with Chauffeur wasn’t going to be done right away at all, also because as C would have her PR relationship with EatchEW, Shanty would have that kind of PR relationship/not relationship with Hailey Baldwin (now Bieber) that only served to make people speculate and maintain the idea that Shazam wasn’t gay. Andrew also explained to her that their future PR relationship would benefit both of their careers because there would be a collaboration, a number 1 hit, which they would look for and use as a launchpad for the narrative. #friendswhothenfallinlove #RomeoandJulietbullshit

This perfect duet, went first to knock on Camila’s door, and then to Shuttle’s one in April 2018 in the form of Andrew Watt who already knew everything about the charade. Watt (he also worked on Havana and 7 songs for Romance including Señorita) co-wrote the song in April 2018, shortly before contacting Shitto, along with Jack Patterson, Ali Tamposi (she also worked on Havana, Consequences, and 6 songs for Romance including Señorita), and Charli XCX. [The same Charli who did an interview on October 21, 2019, in which she gave the true version of the story without even remotely mentioning Scab: “This Latin Pop flare just wasn’t right for who I am because I am not a part of that culture, I’m not from there. Whereas Camila has that in her blood, so when we wrote the song we thought about her and sent it to her.”]

Now that they had found the perfect song, and with the addition of Benny Blanco and Cashmere Cat in the production, all they had to do was convince Camila and her team. Charli XCX and C were the opening acts for Taylor Swift’s Reputation Tour from May 8 to October 6, 2018, during which Charli tried to persuade her to do the song by explaining how perfect it was for her. And who knows, maybe even since then they started working on it together since Camila, as she used to do, rewrote almost completely the lyrics to make it more her own. Ask that also to ‘Care About Me’ who turned into ‘The Boy’.

On August 4, still during the Reputation Tour, Shampoo went to the concert date in Toronto, and Taylor posted an Insta-story in which she put make-up and glitter on Shank’s eyelids. Sweaty regretted giving Taylor permission to post the video because people have always thought he was gay for years, and on November 26, 2018, the RollingStone interview was released in which he admitted that he felt the need to be photographed and seen with a girl to prove he isn’t gay. This was a great leverage they used with Camila since she could understand and help a friend in need. The work of persuasion lasted for about 9/10 months, from January 27, 2018, to the end of November/beginning of December 2018. Indeed, on December 5, 2018, both posted a picture taken on the 4th in the backstage of KISS 108’s Jingle Ball 2018 in Boston. Thanks to those pictures and C’s comment, word of their possible future collaboration began to spread. The plan was by then in place.

P.S. remember what happens to Romeo and Juliet, don’t you? Yeah. They die. And like Romeo and Juliet, they’re gonna (metaphorically speaking, of course) die too. Be patient, my babies, be patient.

🎉the🎊end🍾

I want comments now, guys. Which of these competitors you can’t stand the most and why, I’m curious. Put this 🐙 for Tissue, this 🐽 for Matte, and this 🐔 for Shrunken accompanied by the motivation. Let’s have some fun. 🥂

🖕🏼 this is mine for all of them, by the way.

As always, thanks, Mari. 🥰 Bye guys, I love you. Always with love, F. ❤️

[malfoys-demigod]

All These Years - Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested by anon: Ahoy, could u write a Spencer fic where Readers adopted parents are unsubs on the case she & the team are working on? She doesn't get on with them, so the FBI are her real family. She's badass, and even Morgan is a bit scared of her when she gets the confession out of them. Behind the glass, Spencer is talking to him and Rossi about asking you to become his girlfriend and move in with him after you've been dating for a while but have been best friends for years.

Warnings: Abuse, death, etc. 

“I hate Las Vegas,” I complained, saying ‘Las Vegas’ with disgust. “I may have lived there, but I will never consider it my home.” 

“What’s in Las Vegas, Lil mama? Got yourself an actual boyfriend you’re hiding from Reid?” Morgan joked, sitting across us in the jet. I gave Morgan a serious look, causing him to put his hands up in defeat, terrified, “I’m sorry, you must really hate it there.” 

 I looked at Spencer, who must have been sad but understanding as he knew my reasons, “You know you’re the only thing I don’t hate about Vegas, right?” I held his hand tightly. Las Vegas was something I did not take to heart lightly. It may have been the place I first met Spencer since we were neighbors, but it was also the place where my parents died and where my adopted family raised me. 

I never did love my new family. I sometimes wished I was in the car with my parents where they died. My new family only took me in, hoping I was a potential move to higher their social standing. You see, they were what Rose in Titanic called, ‘new money’ and they wanted their image to look good by becoming a ‘four-member household family. So when I was 5 years old, my new parents Robert and Maria took me out of foster care into their family, along with their son, Peter. 

When they saw that I wasn’t into their pretentious and insecure life, they immediately shut me down, ignoring my needs and wants, only doing things to me that would help their image look better. That’s where I got my rebellious and cold side. Every time I was brought to galas and high-class events, I’d always take the chance to spite and humiliate them, attempting to embarrass them. I became a strong person at a young age as they physically abused me after each spite done to them once we were at home. From there on, I knew my actions had consequences, so I decided to save myself from more bruises and scars. Nobody at my age at these high-class events liked me. They could sniff that I wasn’t one of them, so I was friendless. That was until Spencer moved, residing beside me. I knew he wasn’t one of those socialists so we became friends. It was too unfortunate that we never went to the same schools as he went to a public school while I went to a private one. I thought I could manage different schools but at the age of 12, my best friend moved to California to attend college at Caltech. He once too thought it was the end of our friendship, but I told him to wait 6 years for me as I planned on running away for college. And I did. That’s where I got my independence. 

I grew strongly independent as I saved up all my allowances these 6 years to finally run away to California. I wasn’t accepted into Caltech but I managed to get into the University of Southern California which was only 20 minutes away from Spencer who was getting his doctorates, meaning I still had the chance to see him, and I did almost every day. 

When I finished University and when he finished getting his two doctorates, we applied together into the FBI academy, becoming agents at the Behaviour Analysis Unit. The team found it cute and humorous how we were best of friends, making them play matchmaker a few years after, managing us to going out together. We’re not yet labeled as ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ yet but we’re somewhere there and it was good enough for them, especially Morgan. 

Despite having a case that revolved around the mass killings of socialites, I still prayed that my family was dead or that I wouldn’t bump into them while working on the case. But I was wrong. I found out my brother Peter was one of the latest casualties whose body was dumped and we managed to pin an unsub, a Michael Brown, who was rejected from high-class society and killed the socialites he encountered, but he confessed that he didn’t kill Peter. The team was hesitant to believe him, but I did. As Spencer and I were rewatching my parents of television, begging to stop the murders, I found their body language quite odd. 

After convincing Hotch that there was something weird about them, we traveled to my old house, interviewing them. It was challenging, seeing them after so long. They didn’t even bother taking a second look at me as they preferred to talk to the rest of the team. I knew they were disappointed in me leaving but I was the only one who could get them into confessing. 

I made my way into the living room where they sat to talk with Morgan. “Let me talk to them, Derek,” I asked politely but seriously. “Y/N, we don’t want to talk to you-” “LISTEN TO ME.” I forcefully interrupted, “I know there’s something up between you to and you better tell me quickly. I want to get out of this state as quickly as possible.” I screamed, scarring my parents to jump.

“I-I didn’t do anything.” my mother stuttered. 

“‘I’ so that means you didn’t kill him,” I then turned to my father, “But he did.” My mother jumped and went on her knees, crying her eyes out, “P-please, your father didn’t mean it, he was only trying to lecture Peter. It was an accident.” 

“So let me guess, you helped him dump Peter’s body somewhere far away from this house and tried to frame it on Michael Brown? Fucking pathetic, mother. We’ll be discussing more of this at the police department.” I said, looking at the team, “Let’s go.”

As I walked with Spencer, hand-in-hand, Morgan followed behind, patting my back, “That was badass, Y/N. I’m again sorry for that joke in the jet, I didn’t know.” 

“Not to worry, Morgan,” I reassured him. 

On the way to the police department, Spencer wrapped an arm around me, holding me tightly, “I’m sorry about Peter and your parents, love.” I placed my head on his shoulders, “There’s nothing you have to be sorry about. My family never loved me. In fact, they aren’t my family, I consider you and the team my family.” 

SPENCER’S POV

As we arrived, Y/N asked me if I could take her place to follow up on any questions with Rossi behind the glass. I was beyond grateful for this opportunity as I wanted to talk to her parents. 

Before entering I stopped Rossi, “I don’t think there’s anything to follow up with them concerning the case but I was wondering if you could sit with me as I tell them something concerning Y/N and me.” Rossi smirked, knowing where this would go and nodded, “Anything for you, kid.” 

When we stepped in, Y/N’s parents looked up as they saw me, a familiar face. “I still can’t believe you and Y/N are still in touch, in fact, working alongside each other.” Maria faintly smiled. “How was she been?” 

“For your information, she’s been flourishing.” I proudly said. 

“Oh?”

“Yes, after she left you, she attended University at the University of Southern California, graduating top of her class with honors. We were 20 minutes away from each other so I’d constantly helped her in her academics and made sure I was there for her all the time.” 

“You’ve been a good friend, Dr. Reid.” Maria nodded. 

“Well, we’re more than friends actually. We’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend yet but we’ve been going out for quite some time and we’ve been happy together. We complete each other. I love her with all of my heart and I just want to let you know that I’m planning to ask her to be my girlfriend and have her move in with me. I don’t need your permission, I’m just letting you know.” I said full-heartedly, looking at Rossi who gave me a small thumbs up. 

Before Maria could speak, Robert finally spoke up, “Well we just want you to know that despite our reputation has shattered, we’re glad Y/N has someone like you to be by her side when we didn’t. You two will make a great couple.” he faintly said. 

“Thank you, and I know we will.” I stood up, walking out with Rossi who still hasn’t left his smirk. 

“When are you going to tell her, kid?” he asked

“Now,” I replied. 

I ran outside the interrogation room, only to find her sitting at a desk, patiently waiting for me. As she saw me, she stood up walking towards me, “How’d it go-” I stopped her by kissing her passionately, wrapping my arms around her body. As we let go, I took a deep breath and said, “Y/N, I love you so much, you know that.” I spoke, “It’s about time I ask you to be my girlfriend and move in with me. Will you do me the honor and accept?” 

She happily nodded, “I accept a thousand times.” she hugged me, “The only thing good about Vegas is you, Spence and that’s not a coincidence.”

[chaeryybomb]

“8 hours and counting...” || l.dh

anon: “Can you do a best friends to lovers with nct haechan?”

a/n: here you go! thank you so much for requesting and I might’ve went a bit overboard with this,,,

pairing: lee haechan/lee donghyuck x gender neautral reader

genre: best friend to lovers!au, college!au, fluff, slight angst, haechan lowkey being a jerk, slow burnish?

featuring: mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, na jaemin and choi jongho

word count: 2.3k (oops)

summary: haechan misunderstood the situation thinking you had found a boyfriend and allows jealousy to take over and it is up to you, to slap— well, more like kiss him back into reality.

Haechan stared at the red iPhone in front of him. Well, more like he was glaring at the device. The reason was because he sent a text to his dear best friend, L/N Y/N, asking to meet up at the cafe because he was bored and he wanted to spend time with you.

He sent that text a few hours ago. 8 hours ago to be more precise, his brain taunted.

Sighing, he stood and paced around the room as endless scenarios ran through his head. Usually you would’ve answered his text within seconds after he sent it, the latest you ever took was 20 minutes! And that was because you were in a replacement class! Haechan knew your schedule like the back of his hand, of course he knew when you were free to text. And this was one of the moments, so where the hell was you?

Maybe you had a replacement class you forgot to mention. Haechan scratched their side of his head as he tried to remember if you had any classes cancelled in the past week. You didn’t. What if you were kidnapped?! His eyes widened at the thought. Oh no, should he make a police report? But you have to be missing for 24 hours before you’re “officially” a missing person and it’s only been 8 hours and 47 minutes... (Technically 8 hours felt like 8 years in Haechan’s book.)

Before he could think of even worse situations, Haechan’s phone rang out loud and the boy quickly dived to answer it. He groaned in disappointment once he read the contact name. It wasn’t you, just stupid Mark Lee. He swiped the accept button and raised the phone to his ear. “What?!” He asked annoyed.

“Woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of bed today,” Mark said on the other line.

“Hahaha, very funny Minhyung. What do you want?” Haechan replied with a sarcastic laugh.

“Jesus, I was going to ask if you want to go to the arcade today. Renjun said he’s going to beat your high score at Super Mario,” Mark explained.

At mention Renjun, Haechan could hear his voice yelling, “Be there or be square!” in the background.

Haechan swiped out of the call app and into his texts, his message was still on delivered. At least it was better than being left on read, right? But there was also a 80% chance of you being missing.

“Hello? Dude, you there?” Mark’s voice drew Haechan out his thoughts. Haechan shook his head, maybe the arcade would be a good distraction.

“Yeah, I’m in.”

The arcade was not a good distraction.

“Bro, are you okay?” Mark asked as he slung his arm over the younger one. “Renjun beat you in Super Mario. I repeat, you—“ he jabbed his finger at Haechan’s shoulder “—lost to Renjun!”

Renjun, who was sitting across from Mark, kicked his shin under the table. The older hissed in pain as he grabbed his leg. Mark glared at the boy in front of him, who’s now indulging himself in a conversation with Jeno, pretending like he didn’t stab Mark on the shin with the back of his heel.

Haechan mindlessly stirred his soda with the plastic straw, the whole time his mind was occupied with you, you and you. He made a mental note to blame you the next time he sees you. It’s stupid Y/N’s fault that he lost to Renjun in Super Mario! Ugh, now he has to play the damn game again just to get back his rightful place at the top of the leaderboard.

He looked at his phone the nth time since he entered the arcade. His lockscreen was empty from any notifications. No new messages or any missed calls. His wallpaper was a picture of him and you, who was on his back. It was a candid picture (courtesy of Jaemin) and the two of you were caught in the middle of laughing. He loves the picture, but right now it’s becoming a reminder that you have yet to reply to his message. It’s officially been 12 hours since his text. 12 hours and still nothing.

Suddenly, his ears perked up at the sound of someone’s laughter. Not just anyone, he knew whose laugh was that. It was yours. There’s no doubt that it was your laugh, he’s heard it his entire life. (And it’s also his favorite sound but he’d rather die than admit that.) Haechan sat up straighter and craned his neck, his eyes scanning the area for a certain person.

And there you were, standing in all your glory. His eyes lit up once he found you, but they immediately darkened in the next second. You weren't alone, beside you was another boy. A boy that he did not recognize. He saw you open your mouth to say something which resulted in the boy to ruffle your hair and sling his arm around your neck. The two walk past their table from the mini cafeteria and into the arcade. You didn’t even notice him.

Haechan’s fist tightened around the head of the chair as he watched you and the boy laugh together. Who the fuck was he and why the fuck was he with you? Mark seemed to notice where Haechan was staring and spoke up.

“Oh hey, isn’t that Y/N? HEY Y—MMPH!” Haechan swiftly moved to slap his hand over Mark’s mouth. He waited till you and the mystery boy disappeared into the aisle of arcade machines and finally slumped back into his seat.

“What the fuck was that for?!” Mark demanded and glared at the boy beside him.

Haechan rolled his eyes at the older and slumped back deeper into his seat, a pout on his lips. Mark paid no mind to him and just ruled it as one of his moments. While the other boys were laughing at Jeno choking on a french fry, a thousand thoughts were running through Haechan’s mind. The main one was who was the guy with you?

You couldn’t possibly have a boyfriend, right? No, you wouldn’t. You would’ve told him. That’s what best friends do, right? But that’s what he’s always going to be to you.

The best friend. He hates it.

Something’s wrong with Haechan. You’re sure of it. You stared at your phone in your hand as you reread his reply over and over again.

Haechan [8:33am]: hey you wanna go to the cafe for breakfast??

Haechan [8:35am]: hello???

Haechan [8:35am]: y/nnnnn

Haechan [8:36am]: don’t ignore meee :((

You [9:42pm]: omg im so so sorry

You [9:42pm]: im sorry hyuck i was at a family reunion :(((

You [9:43pm]: we can go to the cafe tomorrow if you’re still up for it!

Haechan [9:45pm]: i have plans tomorrow. maybe next time.

You [9:46pm]: alright..

First of all, Haechan would’ve popped off at you for replying to his texts so late and for ignoring him the whole day unintentionally. And secondly, he would’ve sent multiple texts at once, all caps and fighting emojis. Not just “i have plans tomorrow. maybe next time.”

“Who are you and what did you do to my best friend,” you mumbled to yourself. You sighed to yourself and placed your phone back on your desk. Maybe he’s really mad at you for ignoring him the whole day. In your defense, you were showing your cousin around town! You hadn’t checked your phone the entire day.

‘I should probably get him coffee as an apology tomorrow,’ you thought to yourself as you got ready for bed. Yeah, coffee sounds like a good plan.

You were wrong. It was not a good plan. It all started the next morning when you sent a good morning text to Haechan. He didn’t reply to you. You found it weird but you brushed it off. Maybe he was rushing off to school. He had a habit of waking up late anyways.

But the moment you saw him at campus, he immediately took off without giving you a chance to call out for him. Even weirder. Every corner you turn, there he is laughing with someone else but the moment you take your eyes off him for a second, he’s gone. You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched Haechan trying to subtly walk away from you. He can’t really be that mad at you, right?

It has been 4 days since you last saw Haechan and it basically confirmed your suspicions. He was avoiding you. But the question was why?

You tried to remember if you did anything to piss him off the past week but your brain gave you nothing. You tried asking his friends but they shrugged as they didn’t know the reason as well. You finally decide that you had enough of it and go to confront him.

So that’s how you ended up in front of Haechan’s apartment door. You rang the doorbell and waited, rocking back and forth on your heels. You heard shuffling coming from behind the door and it opened to reveal a just-woken-up-from-a-nap Haechan.

You smiled at him once he opened the door but Haechan’s eyes widened and he slammed the door shut. You blinked. What just happened? Regaining from the shock of his actions, you wasted no time and bent down to get the spare key under the welcome mat.

You quickly opened the door to his apartment and stepped in, ready to give Haechan a piece of your mind for his stupid antics. Haechan shrieked when he saw you came in.

You glared at him and jut her finger at him accusingly. “You’ve been avoiding me,” you said.

Haechan gulped and played it off. “No, I have not,” he said through gritted teeth and walked past you to the kitchen.

“Yes, yes you have! I texted you and you didn’t even reply back for days, Haechan,” you said, following him into the kitchen.

“Taste of your own medicine, then,” he mumbled under his breath. But it was loud enough for you to pick it up.

You raised a brow and scoffed. “Is this because I didn’t answer your texts the other day?”

Haechan turned his head to the side, not wanting to make eye contact. His lack of response told you that it was a yes.

“Haechan, you can’t be serious. I told you I was at a family reunion!”

You stared at him with your doe eyes widened. “Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend, what are you talking about?”

“Are you sure you weren’t out with your boyfriend,” he blurted out. Haechan slapped his hand over his mouth, that wasn’t supposed to be said out loud.

“I saw you with another guy at the arcade that day,” he blurted out once again. He winced once those words left his mouth. Dang it Haechan, couldn’t he keep his mouth shut just this once?

You blinked for a few seconds before realization finally settled in. You couldn’t help but laugh at his accusation, causing Haechan to glare at you. “You mean Jongho? He’s my cousin,” you told him after you stopped laughing.

Oh.

Your cousin. The word echoed in his head. The "boyfriend" was just your cousin.

“Besides,” you added, leaning against the counter, “why would you care if I got a boyfriend anyway? What, do you like me or something?”

Haechan visibly stiffened at the last sentence. Oh boy, he hopes you didn’t notice him freeze. But of course you noticed it, you noticed every detail of him.

“Wait, do you actually like me?” You asked. You were internally panicking. Holy shit, does he like you? It’s too good to be true, right?

“Yeah,” he said quietly after a few seconds of silence. He was looking down at his feet. “Is that a bad thing?” He whispered, finally lifting his head up to meet your gaze.

‘Of course it isn't, because I like you too,’ you wanted to tell him. You had liked him the moment he introduced himself as your neighbour when they were 6 years old. But the way he flirts around other girls always gave you the thought that he didn’t feel the same.

You stayed silent too long for Haechan’s liking. ‘Oh no, they’re going to reject me,’ he thought. Before you could even open his mouth, he quickly added on, “It’s okay if you don’t like me though! I totally get it.”

“Haechan—“

“No, no it’s okay, Y/N. I understand. You don’t like me, I mean of course you wouldn’t. You probably see me as a brother and nothing more. So let’s just forget this ever happened and—“

He was too busy rambling to notice that you were advancing towards him. You got on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on his lips. Haechan immediately shut up, and froze on the spot. It was merely a peck but it was more than enough to make him stop working. His cheeks were now red at the sudden contact. You had an amused smile in your lips.

“D-Does this mean you like me too?” He stuttered out.

Instead of saying anything, you nodded and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him down for another kiss, this time it was longer. Haechan smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away, you whispered, “I like you too, idiot.”

[bonus]

“Wait, so Jongho is that cousin who could break apples with his hand? While singing?!” Haechan repeated what you told him. You were now sitting on his lap, your back against his chest, his arms around you.

“Uh huh, he even broke a watermelon with his finger once,” you added. “And he’s like an older brother to me, so if you ever break my heart...”

Haechan visibly shuddered at the thought of Jongho breaking his neck. He hugged you tighter and buried his head into your neck, causing you to let out a laugh.

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