#but yknow. living with someone that cries all day and says she wants to stop living. and refuses medication. it gets difficult

[rrogueamendiares]

the way 99% of my problems would disappear if i could live by myself !!!!!!!

[frosnpls]

cw vent,, doin bad tonite lads

idk if i have PMDD or if it's the SAD or if it's the work stress or if it's the state of this country and the fact that I'm slowly losing hope of both living independently/being able to afford such as well as ever being able to ever begin to transition properly or just whatever the fuck but man im not having a good time

i keep thinking lately about how ive never been able to catch a break and like sometimes i feel like im blowing it out of proportion and that its not fair because i do actually lead a fairly privileged life but also like. i was literally bullied at the age of THREE by my nursery teacher because she mistook the clear signs of my neurodivergence as misbehaviour. i struggled through school because nobody noticed i was neurodivergent and the people who did didnt want to admit it. i developed body dysmorphia by the age of like 8 iirc. i was bullied throughout all of my childhood and struggled so badly because i didnt have any support in place because somehow nobody noticed the very clear signs of adhd and autism. i lost my teenage years to severe bullying which caused permanent trauma and then lost the four years of my life after finishing school to essentially becoming a carer for an abusive suicidal boyfriend and then spent months after his death blaming myself for "not doing enough" when i had literally become a recluse because i was afraid that if i went out he might need me and i wouldnt be available. this year was the first year i think ive ever actually felt Right because i felt like i had myself figured out and i was doing what i wanted and i felt free and i just. i think theres an element of grieving for probably like a good sixteen or so years of my life where i was consistently traumatised by something and had no chance to find myself as a person

i feel consistently selfish for it but i just want someone to see how much im struggling and acknowledge it yknow like. offer some help or take care of me for a bit. i dont understand why but im in this role of a protector and caretaker for others and whilst i want to look after people and i care so so deeply about the people i do look after id also like to be looked after occasionally, you know? like. the day my cat died my partner was there and i got out of bed and my mum gave me the news and i went downstairs and i held her and i went back to my room and got in bed and started crying and. my partner put their arm around me and said he was sorry and i just curled up into them and cried and i genuinely think its the most ive ever felt cared for in at least my working memory

when i was younger sometimes my dad would try to comfort me when i cried and when i tried to explain why i was crying he would say "oh, [deadname]" in this really sympathetic tone and i remember always hoping he would do it when i cried because it made me feel like someone was actually acknowledging how much i was hurting and there came a point where he stopped saying it and idr if it was just because i was getting older and it sounded condescending or if it was at the point where i started hiding from my parents when i was upset because i didnt want them to worry but there was a period of time where i would actually miss that exclamation every time i cried even though i wasnt coming to my dad for comfort

i want to ask for help and seek help and comfort and be vulnerable enough to let people know i need it but also theres people who rely on me and i worry that if i dont seem positive or up to it they might think they cant come to me and i want them to be able to come to me i really do. then also i feel like if i bring my hurt to others all im going to do is upset or inconvenience them and i dont want to do that

im just trapped because i dont want anyone to worry about me but also i kind of do and it makes me feel so selfish like why would anyone ever want people to worry about them but its just in that way that like. iwould maybe just like to be asked if im alright before ive expressed that im not. i would like someone to notice that im quieter than usual or that i dont seem as enthusiastic or upbeat as i do most of the time and ask how im feeling. even that makes me feel selfish though and i hate it because i know realistically that isnt selfish but equally any normal person would just seek out the comfort they need right?? but i cant because if i initiate it then it means im annoying someone or upsetting someone or taking up someone's valuable time

i dont understand how i can be both looking after others, taking time to check on them and make sure theyre alright, give advice and welcome people in if they need me, and then also at the same time feel like the world biggest dickhead if i even dare to think about asking for the same from someone. or refusing to take my own advice. i need a mental health break from work desperately and my partner keeps telling me this as well but i keep refusing because we had 4 staff members off sick this week and if i went off as well it would make things hard for them. i just cant,, prioritise myself

im tired of england and im tired of the world and im tired of having to figure out how im going to manage to exist in the way i want to one day and im tired of feeling selfish for desiring human contact and im tired of waking up before the sun's up and im tired of feeling sad and not understanding why and im just. im just tired

[favoniuscodex]

*slams hands on desk* did u say Childe brainrot? because this guy lives in my head rent FREE and even if mhy tried to make him a bad guy I still took one look and said "I like you. please make it stop"

I do not have the strongest immune system and so I have been in and out of the hospital (which is actually how I started playing genshin and it was there that I did the quest where u meet Childe for the first time). so au where he's in the opposite hospital bed for Recklessness in Battle™ and reader is in the other and then just.... slow burn from there *cries*

also I have a headcanon that if he had a s/o who gets sick easily (it's me I volunteer to be the s/o) he'd just be so gentle,,,,, and it would be so ironic how the hands that spilled the blood of so many people now gently care for someone he loves with all his heart

one thing I particularly adore about his character is that he's like the ocean, in which that on the surface he's playful and fun to splash around with, but any moment an undertow could just pull you down into the dark underbelly of the sea. I could write a whole PowerPoint/TED Talk/thesis analysing his character HNGHHHH. A lot of people completely miss the point of his character which bothers me a lot but yknow different strokes for different folks ig!! he was not written for people to like him after all

another random brainrot thing I have for him is that how he canonically enjoys watching live performances to the point of wanting to join them. my theater kid heart can't take that BC my ideal romantic situation is where I either sing a duet/dance a pas de deux/play a musical duet with the person I love so aHaHa.... this guy's really out to get me isn't he

that's all the brainrot I have for now axia!!! sorry for going feral in your inbox but I hope my brainrotting will be of assistance in the future :D

first off don’t apologize for going feral cuz i absolutely adore when ppl go feral in my inbox, let alone interact with me!

1. PLEAJSHFHWHEH reckless childe and frequent hospital user y/n? childe getting his shit wrecked a second time and being like y/n..? you’re still here..? eughfhhdhajshehdbsn cute little romance where it’s like rough and tough childe who learns to stop taking his good health (apart from battle, y’know) for granted n just becomes super soft for the person he met in the hospital,,, hehe,,, waking up one day to see childe asleep in the chair by your bedside, slumped over with an empty cup of coffee in his hand??? yeah

2. big brother instincts activate!!! he’s no stranger to patching up the wounds of his younger siblings or making them chicken noodle soup when he doesn’t feel good, so he’s an expert at taking care of his s/o when you don’t feel the best. if it’s a frequent occurrence, he’ll write down everything that he can do to help you feel better (probably has awful penmanship but that’s not the point) and battle with god the tsaritsa to get time off of work to take care of you. she’s the goddess of love after all, she’ll likely (begrudgingly) understand

3. yeah there’s this residual darkness that lies within his personality and while he’s very family oriented and treats his family with utmost respect (and by extent his s/o), he’s gonna have some bad days and negative personality traits. a lot of ppl don’t want to face the fact that he murders as an occupation and the abyss has had some very real, long-term effects on him that definitely aren’t positive. childe adores his family and the people close to him, but he also wishes to conquer the world. he’s not going to sideline either concept for the other. he can do both and, if you’re not supportive of that, then maybe you’re not the family he thought you were, y’know?

4. mfer DEFINITELY will beg you to do a duet with him at a karaoke bar. hc that he’s a wannabe theater kid in that he’s lowkey (highkey) awful at singing and acting and dancing but hey,,, he puts his heart into it and that’s worth something, right? probably tries to learn how to ballroom dance (ESPECIALLY if you don’t know how) just so he can lead the way on a dance between the two of you !!

[strangebrainrot]

How to Save a Life

(aka me about to destroy your emotions in ways you may or may not be prepared for)

TW: implied past abuse, referenced and lightly described su*c*de

Max had never expected to be in this sort of situation, but here she is. She’s putting on an outfit primarily made of black. A button-down, dark jeans, and one of Billy’s leather jackets. Though they’re probably hers now, she supposes. She really can’t believe that there’s no metal blaring from his room, no thud of knives or darts hitting his target board, not even the flick of his lighter or the sound of his hairspray. The house just feels… empty. Quiet.

It feels wrong. The funeral is just as quiet. Billy would have hated it. Max half expects Billy to wake up and jump out of the casket to chew everyone out for it. Max has to beg Susan to let her play Stairway to Heaven. When people start going up to pay their respects, Max can’t help but cry. Billy just looks so wrong like that. She’d gotten so used to seeing him irritated or smiling and no in between. But his face is calm. Relaxed. The idiots put him in a suit that probably has him screaming up in Heaven.

Though, Max isn’t really sure if there is a heaven. Especially if the person that rules it took Billy away from her and, according to Neil and her mom, sent him to hell. Max couldn’t believe that someone like Billy would go to hell. Sure he was kind of a dick, but he never did anything to deserve that. So she chooses to believe that Billy’s either still there, watching over her or in heaven partying with Jimi Hendrix.

She’s asked to give a eulogy, just like the rest of her family, but she’s the only one that says yes.

“Billy and I were siblings. Simple as that. He was a jerk and I was a brat, but he was also good. He was too good. I watched him save so many kids from the waves or run animals to the vet. He taught me to skateboard and how to clean a wound.” Max does her best to wipe the tears from her face, but it really doesn’t do much. She’s still crying when she continues.

“He did so much for me and I never got to return all those favors. I was never there for him like he was for me and it hurts my heart that he thought that meant I didn’t care at all. I cared so much about him, so I have to hope that he’s happier up in heaven. He deserved to grow up and get married and have kids, but he won’t have that now. I want to have that, though. So that when I die and meet him in heaven, I can tell him about everything. I think he’d like that.”

The pastor pats her on the shoulder in support as she steps down from the podium, all previous inhibitions about her tears are completely forgotten.

She does what she can to incorporate anything she can from Billy’s room into her own. His shirts, his jackets, the dart board, his knives, even his posters and blankets. Anything she can take, becomes part of her room and this becomes especially true when her parents decide that they can’t bear to live in California any longer.

When she hears the news, she immediately finds the journal she took from his room and starts a new entry. It’s sort of her way of talking to him. The front of it is still filled with the random things he wrote, from forgotten homework assignments to stupid little notes and doodles. Max had started writing letters to him when he died. She doesn’t want him to think she’s gonna forget about him, so she writes him as much as she can.

This letter is about how stupid it is that their parents are trying to forget about him, but that she’ll never forget him. She won’t let him be like that Metallica song that came out not too long ago. Fade to Black. He would have liked it. She adds it to the list of songs she wants to make into a mixtape to remember him by. All his favorites, songs he despised and she loves, even just songs that make her think of him or that she thinks he’d like.

They move to middle of nowhere, Indiana. Billy would’ve hated it.

Max gets enrolled in the local middle school and kind of gets stalked by some nerds. All because she beat their precious high scores. They moved here to get away from the memories of Billy, but it feels so much worse living in a place where she has no memories with him. All she can think of is how much he would have loved or hated so many different parts of the town. He would have loved the long, open roads and absolutely hated the girls that all looked the same.

So much happens that she almost doesn’t get to write to him. Some things happen that make her think that maybe Billy really is watching over her. She has to stop herself from crying or blowing up like Billy used to when some jerk from the high school asks why she wears stuff that’s clearly too big for her and isn’t girls’ clothes.

So much reminds her of him and she can’t help but cry, even though she can practically hear him telling her to buck up or “chuck it in the fuck it bucket.” It all just hurts so much. Especially when the nightmares start. They’re usually the same- all of that day when she found him. She found him in the bathroom, bleeding and broken in the bathtub. The water was already cold, just like him. She knew how Neil treated him and it made her want to scream because she knew there was nothing she could do to help. Not really. But the note on the counter told her it wasn’t Neil that did this. Not this time.

“I’m sorry, Max.

I should have been a better brother. He’ll leave you alone, though. I’ll tell Hendrix you said hi.

I love you

Billy

P.S. It’s all yours now. Don’t let them sell it.”

Sometimes the nightmare shows when she shook him by the shoulders, begging him to wake up as she screamed and cried his name.

She goes through so much in this new town and she wants nothing more than to be able to hug her brother and tell him all about it and have him tell her what to do or call her “shitbird” and say it’s gonna be ok. But he’s dead and all she can do is write to him. For years.

And one day, decades after Billy died, Max is back in California. She’s had time to heal and become herself. She still wears his clothes and listens to his music and reads his notes, but it hurts a lot less. She’s sitting in her living room with Jane- or El as their old friends still call her- and writing a new letter to him.

Dear Billy,

I hope you’re doing good. Jane and I are. It’s September 14th again.

Yknow, sometimes I still write these and half expect a response. It’s so dumb. I really can’t believe it’s been over 20 years. Jane says hi again… and sends hugs. We got a cat and named it after you. He’s just like you, I swear to god.

I heard another song that made me think of you. It just came out today. It’s called “How to Save a Life” by some band called The Fray. It really does feel like how I felt all those years ago. Especially when it goes “And I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life.”

I put it on the list. I really think you’d like it. Or hate it. I can’t tell sometimes.

Anyway, I love you Billy

Max

P.S. Happy birthday

[unohanadaydreams]

It’s the live blogging for the beginning of the Arrancar arc that I forgot to post after I read it. Just a warning that I talk way too much in this one.

Ichigo looks genuinely SO scared that Tatsuki can see his deputy badge. Not just shocked, but scared. He doesn’t want her to be a target, but as we know, she becomes one after not dying immediately after Yammy does his mass soul suck.

He just got back from the Soul Society and it’s like he’s just remembering ‘oh fuck, I’m home again and all the people I care about are still at risk. Saving Rukia didn’t suddenly change that’.

That one, big battle against Byakuya didn’t suddenly end everything. The world is still changed for him and for the people around him and the happily ever after didn’t come just because he won.

Not sure, because I haven’t gotten to when Ichigo actually takes Shinji up on his offer, but I’m sure what Isshin says is the Central 46 cover up version of things, because as we know, it’s not true.

And Isshin saying this is very funny, because you are ALSO a lawless ex-soul reaper, sir. If you stepped foot in the Seireitei, they would beat the shit out of you. The remaining Shibas would flower cannon their way in and join the party, too (mostly because that’s how they express concern, but yknow).

Real friendship is being so horribly gross to each other that you are embarrassed for yourself and each other. Shinji doesn’t even wanna do this, it’s just something he has to do, to preserve his shaken honor and to make Hiyori regret the day she thought touching his pancake ass was a good idea.

Okay, so I don’t have anything grand to say, just that I really enjoy how ALL of the Arrancars are introduced in the sexiest way possible on panel. Even Yammy looks great when he’s introduced. RIP to the ppl who only know these characters from the anime, because the optics of this arc was lost in translation, for sure.

Like, the designs of the Arrancar are literally so fucking good. Even the designs that ppl say are “ugly” fuck so hard. Kubo truly is un fucking beaten at making seggsy characters.

God this panel FUCKS. Not only the swaths of black that signify Hichigo trying his best to take control of Ichigo the moment he sees a strong opponent, but the way that Ichigo automatically looks to Orihime and Chad because he is genuinely scared that once he loses control, they will be as likely a target as the Arrancar.

It also makes his consequent instinct to push them both away later on, both in his reluctance to speak to Orihime and his insistence that Chad run away instead of fight beside him, more nuanced later on.

He’s not just guilty. He’s scared. He knows that Shinji is right, as much as doesn’t want to get involved with him. The idea that he would not just fail to protect his friends, but be the one putting them in danger pulls him back to how he felt in the beginning, when he was made to realize that his friends and family where at risk due to his spiritual pressure luring in hollows/giving them sight and powers.

And once again, Rukia forces him to understand its not something he can change. And it’s not something he can shoulder alone. Not just when she forces him to speak to Orihime with some fucking honesty in his voice, but also when she looks disappointed at Chad running the opposite direction of Ichigo when Grimmjow shows up, because there is only one reason he would do that (because Ichigo was scared and told him to leave).

Sometimes you just have to slap the self destructive tendencies out of your local human delinquent turned friend because he’s so used to aggression that its the way he’s most comfortable speaking about his baggage in any capacity.

Damn, ma, how’d you package all these onigiri? And don’t you fucking lie to me 🔪🔪🔪

The concept that there are soul reapers that don’t understand mass production is actually so fucking funny.

They go to the human world and treat malls like modern day castles. They are humble gods lording over their mall food court feast.

This is how I know the majority of shinigami know how to sew and cook, because there is no way they can just pop into some local convenience store or fast fashion shop.

Except for the 12th division/R&D. They eat like malnourished college kids trying to develop scurvy for the fun of it and wear embarrassing merch after they spill mountain dew on themselves.

I know some people don’t like that Orihime has so much time dedicated to her feelings of jealousy, but I think its one of the best handled parts of this arc, because her jealousy stems first and foremost from her insecurity that she no longer belongs--that for all her smarts and unique powers, it is not enough and will never be--she is not enough and never will be.

Orihime just got back from the Soul Society, where she feels she has done nothing of help, and she comments on this multiple times. She was not hurt, because she did not battle, and could not hear Isane call out the news of Aizen’s betrayal. She was not strong enough to help Uryu against Mayuri or Ichigo against Byakuya. 

She doesn’t view her contributions in Soul Society as valid, because she is not proficient in battle and above that, she does not want to kill people, even enemies. How could she possibly belong to the same world as Ichigo, Chad, and Uryu when the sight of complete strangers being blown to bits makes her crumple and her every attempt to fight is met with an immediate defeat.

This growing sense of insecurity is fully aggravated to something unbearable when the arrancars show up and Tatsuki, Chad, and Ichigo are all harmed and nothing she does is good enough to stop it. Not just that, but everyone seems to drift farther away from her afterwards. She knows its because they feel bad too, but it sucks. It feels like she’s lost her friends even when they’re right there, avoiding making eye contact with her.

And, I’m sure Orihime does feel jealous of the connection Rukia has with Ichigo, of her ability to make Ichigo stand up and look his fears in the eye, but that seems like the easier thing to admit than that she feels completely unimportant and useless as a person compared to someone like Rukia, who originates from the supernatural world that Orihime is struggling to navigate.

Not just that, but Rangiku is EXACTLY right. It is very human to reject those kinds of feelings or take those feelings and weaponize them in an attempt to put power over someone and therefore those feelings.

But, Orihime doesn’t do that. She is thankful to Rukia. She loves Rukia. She loves that Ichigo can depend on Rukia--that she and her friends can depend on Rukia.

She has emotional competence and strength that a lot of teenagers straight up do not have and she cries to Rangiku, convinced that she is irredeemable and weak for admitting that she wants to be more. That she wants to be grown up and graceful and strong and she doesn’t like herself compared to Rukia.

I also really like the full scope of what Rangiku says, because AGAIN, she’s right. The idea that you only need one person and that Ichigo doesn’t draw his strength from all his friends and family, isn’t true. The idea that Orihime is losing a competition and Ichigo has already chosen the winner isn’t true.

Calm down, Orihime. Keep doing your best for the people you love. Keep doing your best by Ichigo and he’ll keep doing his best for the people he loves. He’ll keep doing his best by you, too. Nothing’s been lost and nothing’s been won. You’ve seen the finish line already--death--and all you can do now keep trying to fight it.

I just really like how well they lead up to this moment, because Orihime does broadcast her feelings of insecurity, even when she dresses it up as her being silly and care-free through out the previous arc and beginning of this one. And how they execute it, as well.

[nanasarea]

Park Jisung as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: jisung x idol!reader

Requested

Word count:1757 (dear lord, the longest in the idol bf series damn...) 

a/n: this is more of a jisung as your bf in general, not so much the idol aspect sorry. Also yes, i ended up writing about jisung having a baby, sue me, I’m in jisung hours now! also do i even need to say it’s not proofread at this point?

Haechan /  Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jaehyun

you were in the same dance class when you were younger

so you were friends way before either of your debuts

like when you knew each other when he was an smrookie

and of course, both of you being talented dancers

you were both training under companies at a rather young age

and it isn’t easy being a trainee regardless of your age

but because you were both still in school

and so young

you knew you should stick together

let’s say you had chemistry homework

but you also had vocal lessons

i’m not saying he would help you

because he wouldn’t

but he would be there to motivate you 

and study his own school work 

so you weren’t alone

it’s safe to say you were each other’s motivation when it came to school

he would also insist on his mom picking you up from school and driving you to the company when your mom couldn’t

same would go reversed

not that either of your moms minded

they found it adorable

and they shipped you both anyway so

that means him and his family coming over for dinner 

and you and yours going to theirs for dinner

and your moms would document all of your childhood memories

they would bond over it

since you didn’t have time to make any friends in school, 

you both valued your friendship a lot

he ended up debuting before you

and you teased him a lot

until he “taught” you how to ride a hoverboard

and you ended up falling in the first 4 seconds

then he would tease you

and you’d now understand how hard his dances really were

you met most of his members when they were smrookies

but you didn’t know renjun and chenle that well

so whenever you could, 

you would hang out with each other

and become very close

which is why they were all so supportive when you ran into their dorms and yelled that you were debuting 

you end up having a little celebration

when you actually did debut, 

they were so hyped

especially jisung

he streamed your mv so many times

he knew every detail of every scene in the mv

which was adorable

the fans knew you were childhood friends so they absolutely loved your interactions

which meant your company/companies being like 

WE COULD MAKE MONEY FROM THAT

so they make sure you have a collab stage 

like really early in your debut

and it was kinda awkward

but because you knew each other beforehand

you felt completely fine

at this point, your moms were betting on when you’d start dating

to which you would both just blush and tell them to stop

you end up going on so many variety shows together

mainly dance specials

and everyone finds you too adorable

like everyone ships it

but they’re kinda lowkey about it because they don’t want to make you uncomfortable 

not the case of his members tho

or yours

you can’t tell me jaemin’s hiatus wasn’t just him laying in bed, resting and planning your wedding

you can’t

taeyong ends up asking him why he hasn’t asked you out yet

he just blushes

it wasn’t until you were both a bit older

and you were at an award ceremony

where everyone was complimenting you

like your dress, makeup, hair, etc

that he realized he liked you

seeing you like that and realizing he needs to stop looking at you as his little childhood friend

and start looking at you as an adult

or somewhat of an adult

he can never look at you as an adult

because he would always have the image of you

with 6 empty chocolate milks around you

and a gummy worm hanging from your mouth

as you tried your best to color the coloring book correctly

but hey, you were always going to have the imagine of him

hanging from monkey bars

after he finished his 5th scoop of ice cream 

and laughing because he overheard someone say a fart joke

ANYWAY

he starts seeing you as an adult

kinda

and he gets slightly jealous when everyone compliments you

so after that, he goes to taeyong and jaehyun

and asks for dating advice

jaehyun just yells 

“wooooo! you should know my usual boba order by now, right, lee?”

These fuckers bet on how long it would take for jisung to realize his feelings 

and jaehyun would regrets only asking for a free boba when he won

but he’s way too happy about winning to care

it ends with half of 127 and half of dreamies giving advice, 

the other halves teasing

and wayv cooing on the phone as they were in china at the time

it takes him like 5 months till he confesses

he’s a nervous baby let him be

and when he does get the courage, 

he takes you to an amusement park

you don’t go on any of the rides

because he’s scared

but you do play the games and eat food

you even watch the fireworks

which is when he finally holds your hand for the first time

you did a lot of skinship before

like when you were friends

but it wasn’t like this 

it was cute

he was so nervous

your palms were both sweaty from nervousness

but neither of you cared

you were just happy to enjoy the moment

 that got cheesy

he even walked you to your dorm 

like to right in front of your door

which is when he hesitantly gave you a kiss on the cheek 

but you wanted a real kiss so you gave him a proper kiss

and he ended up almost tripping on his way to the elevator

where he smiled to himself

and tried to calm himself down

so the members wouldn’t see him like this

but they did

they teased him

and just yelled with him

“our baby had his first kiss!” -jaemin

“life is going way too fast! weren’t you like 3 years old yesterday?!”- jeno

“how come he’s 2 years younger and already getting more action than me?!” -renjun

the others find out 

and tease him

mostly they just congratulate him tho

“wooo! our baby is becoming a man!” -taeyong

“doyoung, hold me, i’m emotional!” -johnny 

“when’s the wedding?” -taeil

“wedding? i always cry at weddings...” -jungwoo

“no weddings! yet!” -kun

“yeah! he’s not getting married before me!” -jaehyun

they might have gone a bit overboard

but can you blame them 

it’s their baby we’re talking abt

they still see him as the little toddler from when he was on mickey mouse club

also you end up not telling your parents right away

and they keep match making

so you end up being like

“Mom, we’re already dating, you can stop”

cue both of your moms get excited

like they’re already talking about being the best grandmas

and having the cutest grandchildren

even tho you’ve only been together for 2 months

something tells me he’d be the type to want to have matching everything

phone cases

(probably anna and kristoff ones)

then profile pictures

jewelry

clothing

anything and everything

he’d find it so cute

speaking of matching profile pics

the fans would realize what was going on 

when you would match your pfps

so your company/companies were like

yes, they’re dating, no one is surprised...anyway 127 comeback 

your dating announcement is like super chill

mainly because everyone was waiting for it 

also i feel like he’d always be playing with your hair 

and fixing it

like all the time

a single hair out of place?

we can’t have that!

his hands are in your hair already

would text you for advice while filming chenji’s this and that

and would always make something for you too

“chenle’s turned out more aesthetic but mine is made with love, so mine is better my default.” 

also it wouldn’t matter if you’re older than him, the same age, younger than him

doesn’t matter

would want to hear you call him oppa

but immediately get shy after

also he’s an aquarius

so if you end up getting really random texts during the day

like during your schedules

don’t be surprised

like he’s already maknae on top

so he will rebel to like some of the things you say

“jisung! we need to get back to filming in 3 minutes!”

“but weeee!” -jisung going down the slide for the 5th time 

cries when you joke about leaving him there

speaking of crying, 

we all know he’s emotional

and cries easily

so he just runs to you whenever he wants to cry

and just placed his head on your shoulder

to hide his facial expression

but it’s okay

you’ve already seen everything from the random snaps you get every day

he might not know how to comfort you at first

but he will learn

and he’s pretty mature for his age 

so he would take comforting you very seriously

he’s a really good listener 

so he would love to just hear you vent to him

it would kinda boost his ego a bit too

like he’s the one who you’re venting to

yknow what i mean?

but also he protects you very well

you get scared of a spider 

he goes all manly mode 

and gets rid of it for you

doesn’t like to admit it, 

but he thinks about you a lot

and your future

like once you two grow out of your idol lives 

and into a more adult life

where you get married

and have kids

kids who tease their uncles (aka nct members)

because THE maknae on top was their teacher after all

speaking of weddings

his older brother got married

and obviously you were his date

and everyone kept looking at you two

asking when it was your turn

your mom said “hopefully soon”

“mom, we don’t have time, we have busy schedules”

“but one day...”

time jump to when the news breaks about your engagement 

and everyone is crying

they watched you both grow up and now you’re getting married??

what???

the announcement was everywhere

also you don’t announce anything about a child

one day, you just both post a picture of your daughter

with a caption like

“she’s so cute, i knew my genes were good.”

or something like that

and everyone goes wild

nation’s babies having a baby?

legend says chenle’s screaming caused 2 earthquakes that day

to sum it up: nation’s babies turned nation’s it couple because jisung is the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for 

.....i might have gone way more invested than i thought i was going to. Do i regret it tho? hell no. Am i emotional now because I pictured adult Jisung with a baby? hell yes.

tag list: @soleilchannie​

[cassyapper]

loving you may mean losing you but i dont mind (jotakak playlist)

dont talk to me about the title of this thing im embarrassed enough

anyway but okay so!!!! very excited to share this!!!! this has been in the works since september but my picky ass finally found an adequate amount of songs so here it is!!!!!! my jotakak playlist (:

special thanks to my lovely and wonderful friend jade for helping me finish this this thing <3

track list nd why i picked the songs that i did under the break!

1. the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us! by sufjan stevens i chose this song because it’s all about internalized homophobia and being in love with your best friend as a kid which RLLY resonates w jotakak imo. esp cause in the song, stevens’ friend ends up leaving abruptly, leaving stevens to wonder about what couldve blossomed if they had stuck together and worked through the difficulties together, which JOTARO....THAT IS JOTARO-CORE esp cause kak also “leaves” (dies). so this song was a v obvious choice for me and in fact this song is what inspired me to create this playlist in the first place

2. we are beautiful, we are doomed by los campesinos! this song is abt being in love with someone but you both have ur issues so it’s kind of a mess. considering jotaro and kakyoin’s (to point it quite frankly) trauma and the fact that both of them do jack shit to try and cope with it healthily, this song DEFINITELY fits them. esp cause this song mentions physical fighting and the imagery that goes with it (”he got his teeth fixed/im gonna break them”, “i’ve got a fist on fire”, etc) and the entirety of the bridge/last verse rlly gives me these two’s vibes so! ya (:

3. love love love by of monsters and men this song is the singer feeling like shes completely unworthy of being loved by this important person in her life, particularly because she has NO idea how to show affection and love the (for lack of better word) “acceptable” way, or any way at all really. this REALLY has jotaro vibes cause he is one repressed motherfucker and as we see the entirety of his story, jotaro is full of love he loves so much it’s just he has no idea how to properly express it cause he’s scared essentially. but that didn’t stop people from loving him, in this case, that being kakyoin. hhhhHHh

4. ribs by lorde this song is about being scared of growing up but due to the lyrics being written the way they are, i kinda spin the interpretation of it to be the fear jotaro and kakyoin had on the crusade to egypt, as they were the youngest and didnt know if they’d make it back and everything is just incredibly overwhelming there is so much going on all the time those 50 days. i can do a full analysis on why but that would be kinda long LMAO. for now let’s leave it at they have a very Unique fear of growing up but it still fits with the lyrics. particularly the last bit of the song with the “youre the only friend i need” verses,,,makes me think of these two...

5. can i call you tonight? by dayglow i interpret this song to be about trying to figure out what, exactly, your feelings are for this very specific and important person in your life. since jotaro and kakyoin r both repressed and also suckers of internalized homophobia, i think they fit that theme very well. particularly with the whole “i feel like we’re close, but maybe we’re not actually? what are we?” theme going on in the lyrics, this whole song makes me think of jotaro and kakyoin figuring out their intense and sudden (cause again only 50 days but also, those 50 days had So Much going on) feelings for each other. also the “now i’m no longer alone” line in the chorus HHHHHHH that’s them

6. la la la love song by toshinobu kubota ft naomi campbell SO I KNOW THIS SONG IS KINDA JUST FLUFF but we need some light-hearted moments in this thing hjgg;. ALSO toshinobu kubota is canonically jotaro’s favorite musician so i wanted to reference that and this was my fav love song of his that i’ve found so far so (: also the “you are my shining star” line,,,heh

7. truce by twenty one pilots so this song is very soft. it’s about tending to wounds and taking a moment before continuing to push on. it makes me think abt jotaro and kakyoin taking care of each other on the journey (for example the lovers arc/n’doul fight). also the whole “stay alive, stay alive for me/you will die, but now your life is free/take pride in what is sure to die” makes me go fucking nuts that is. that fits these two to a T fuck

8. this side of paradise by coyote theory this song has big “two lonely people are in love with each other for the first time” vibes and OHHHHHHHHHH THAT’S JOTAKAK.... there are a lot of little lines that make me specifically think abt these two, such as “love so strong it makes me feel weak” (jotaro-core...), “if you’re lonely come be lonely with me”, “i’ll be yours if you’ll be mine” (wanting some security while ur in love for the first time is common but especially for these two i think it works spectacularly) but yea this song as a whole is just...ohhh them. theyre in lvoe HK;FNJFL

9. i saw you in a dream by the japanese house EVERY. SINGLE. LINE. OF THIS SONG IS POST-EGYPT JOTARO. EVERY SINGLE LINE. and the ghost the singer talks about seeing? they hadnt changed at all? they were such a pretty vision, a perfect hallucination? BRUH... just listen i could do a whole analysis on this song it all just fits jotaro mourning kakyoin throughout the years so so so so well it makes me feel nuts holy shit i just. literally every line. every line fits i am not joking. i cried when i first heard this song LMAO

10. video games by the young professionals SO LMAO obviously kakyoin’s epic gamer moves are being referenced but beyond that i interpret this song to just be the fun parts of being in love esp when ur young (backed up with the “kissing in the blue dark” and the “watching all our friends fall” lines). also the chorus just makes me want to cry cause just, happy jotakak moments PLEASE. “the world was built for two only worth living if somebody is loving you, and baby now you do” THEYRE NOT ALONE ANYMORE THEY FOUDN EACH OTHER IM GONAN WAILLLLLLL oh my god. im nuts theynkjNJKNJF also “i heard that you like the bad girls” please. these two shitty teenagers

11. ikanaide by sohta ft. yuki kaai this song is abt not wanting someone u love to leave u cause youll miss them obviously but also ur scared of how the time will change you and if it’ll make you unrecognizable eventually. big post-egypt jotaro vibes 😔 especially cause one part of the chorus translates to “i shouldnt cry, i shouldnt cry, but the truth is i want to say dont go” and im jus like OHHHHH NO IT’S JOTARO FINDING OUT KAKYOIN DIED jkfnNKJFNJDhkld

12. therefore you and me by eve ALRIGHT. god this song is one hell of a doozy. i interpret this song to mean being sincerely in love but youre in the wrong place/wrong time. considering the uh Whole Situation in part 3 there were definitely better times to fall in love for these two. jotaro and kakyoin try to be happy w the moments they do have (i think the second verse in particular adds to this sentiment what with the selfish ghosts part) but they want a better environment understandably so theyre also just kinda ignoring things until they can properly care for a relationship. but well...who knows if theyll live to make it to that better environment ):

13. mayonaka no door/stay with me by miki matsubara this song is a v sweet sentiment abt like “it’s not just heat of the moment!! i do care about u a lot!!” and asking the person u have feelings for to stick around. big kakyoin and jotaro vibes as it would be easy to call what they have a fling considering how relatively short of a timeframe they had but i genuinely think their relationship was deeper than just that and this song nicely reflects such. “jotaro and i will share a room cause we’re both students” fuckin head ass

14. a thousand years by sting oh sting.... so since sting is kakyoin’s favorite musician canonically i had to add one of his songs here as well but beyond just that i do think this song fits them!! it kinda gives me big “if not in this life, then the next” vibes which is a big uhhh thing for jotakak. they may be doomed to tragedy but the moments they have together make the tragedy worth enduring ironically i feel like this song is mostly from jotaro’s pov considering i dont think he ever completely got over kakyoin and this song def has that kinda sentiment but hey it fits them...

15. mr loverman by ricky montgomery SO FUNNY STORY i actually REALLY. REALLY didnt wanna add this song at first cause i felt it wouldve been...idk too cliche? i guess? and i was ALL kinds of picky when choosing songs for this playlist HOWEVER. eventually i relistened to it and read the lyrics while thinking specifically abt jotakak and it actually rlly does fit quite well KJDFN; another jotaro mourning song ): it’s not just the chorus tho the whole song fits jotaro immediately post-egypt but also i feel like some time around part 4 this sentiment would come back to him cause Yknow. Gays In Morioh and the mess of his family life back in america. it just aches for him cause while he’s happy josuke is happy he wishes he couldve had that for him and kakyoin too but yea jus ... them

16. you by petit biscuit an instrumental?? in a ship playlist?? yes that’s right much like mr loverman i was hesitant to put this song in cause it’s harder to justify since i dont rlly know much abt music (and not to b controversial but interpreting lyrics and interpreting music r two different things) however i really think the vibes of this song fit jotakak. it’s got a somber melody but the keys of the piano are high which im taking to mean “light in the dark” which. jotaro and kakyoin (along w the rest of the crusaders) were each other’s lights in the dark. also the ending samples a conference/lecture talking about space flight and like. star platinum. space symbolism. jotaro. yeah

17. saturn by sleeping at last MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. this song is all about losing someone very close and important to you, but reflecting on the good they brought into your life rather than the pain of losing them. this song also has HEAVY space imagery which stardust crusaders is absolutely chalk fucking full of so also it’s a very philosophical song and considering that jotaro and kakyoin are both Nerds and both got a nice view of the stars/space in the desert with each other, im sure they had conversations similar to the one highlighted in the song. i think it’s a good note to end the playlist on cause kakyoin is dead and jotaro is the survivor but it’s not a mourning song so much as jotaro taking the love he had for kakyoin and pushing forward with it allll th way into part 6

but yeah that’s the tracklist! i might add or take away a song or two but this is mostly it (: hope yall enjoy!

[romaxnogersav]

Broken Pieces

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, comfort, mentions of anxiety, low self-esteem, insecurity

Word count: 3265

Summary: Steve comfort you after yet another heartbreak and you realize you've loved him all along.

Tags: @funfickgirl22 @patzammit

Request by anon: Hey!! Could I have a one shot where the reader just got rejected by her crush and it breaks her heart and Steve comforts her (yknow the leaning against the door with the gentle “hey” thing he does? That’d be cool) and when he’s giving her one of his classic best hugs and she’s crying on his shoulder she realizes the one she loved all along was Steve?

Challenge prompt: Roommate Au + “Who did this to you?”

A/N: This piece was written for @jbbuckybarnes​ ‘ Writing Challenge! I wanted to work on this challenge entry and a request I had and I ended up combining the two because they gravitated towards each other so much, and I hope that’s okay! I had a bit of a hard time finishing this, some mixed feelings about it, but now I honestly love it. Thank you to Rebecca for allowing me to participate, and to the anon that sent in the request. I hope you both like this!

Enjoy!

You stopped the engine, swiped at your eyes, and brushed the wetness from your cheeks. You took a deep breath, hoping to keep the tears at bay long enough to make it to your room before you finally let it all out.

You had left with a beaming smile, confidence like no other. You had the intention of finally telling him, the man you have been crushing on for some time, how you felt.

You had dressed well, with what makeup you wore on point, and left the apartment. You were finally ready to say what had weighted heavily on both your mind and heart for the past couple of months. How much you liked him, how you were hoping he might feel something as well.

It was too unfortunate though, that he didn't feel the same. He had no problem with breaking your heart though as if your feelings didn't matter one bit.

He said he wasn't looking for anything serious. He wasn't looking for a relationship, to settle down with a girl. Neither were you. But you wanted to start somewhere, try and build something with someone. Was it that bad to want that?

It seemed like it was. He told you, he didn’t want to be held back. Falling into bed with a woman the moment the opportunity presented itself was enough for him. In his words, you had been the perfect one, just a tad desperate, a little bit too naïve.

Maybe you were if you had been foolish enough to fall for such a person. The reality was finally catching up to you. It was too bad that you hadn't seen it earlier.

But he had been nice at first. Wanting to know about you, what you did, where you came from, what you liked. You had thought he was genuine, that he might have wanted for things to work out. Turns out, he only wanted you in his bed. Anything you might have wanted to be wasn't in the cards for him.

Hoping you could get something more out of life, might have been what clouded your judgment.  

Whatever it was, it didn’t stop the pain.

You took a deep breath and walked out of your car. You looked up towards your apartment, the lights in the living room were off, which meant Steve, your roommate and best friend had yet to come home. Good, you didn’t need him to see you like this.

You locked the car and made your way towards the building's entrance. Your heels clicked with every step you took, the concrete underneath illuminated by the shadows the sunset cast.

Soon enough, you were unlocking the door to your apartment, and stepping in. You didn't even flicker the light in the entryway on. You placed your keys in the small table next to the door, toed off your shoes, hang your coat, and made your way to your room.

When you closed the door softly behind you, you all but collapsed on the bed and curled yourself in a fetal position, one of your hands hugging your middle.

You felt the tears prick at your eyes, and you tried to swallow past the lump in your throat, tried to keep it together for a few more moments. It was to no avail. Your eyes filled with tears, clouding your sight. The hand that wrapped around your middle shook, and you closed it into a fist to try and prevent that.

A loud sob escaped you, and then one more, and one more. Soon, your whole body shook, the sounds coming from you filling the room, and spreading the sound around the whole apartment.

What had you done to deserve such a fate? Why did it ever end up like this for you? It was like you weren’t enough, as if there was something wrong with you.

You weren’t perfect, because perfect hardly ever existed. You weren’t perfect on the outside, you had your imperfections. Things, big and small that you didn’t like about yourself. A scar here, a mole there. You even hated your hair sometimes.

You weren’t perfect on the inside either. There were things you didn’t like about yourself and your demeanor. You didn’t always say the right thing, you didn’t always do the right thing, either. You had a hard time expressing yourself sometimes. Your self-esteem wasn’t high, you weren’t as outspoken as many others were.

You weren’t perfect in many forms. And you thought that was okay, but maybe it wasn’t. Maybe not being perfect wasn’t enough.

All you wanted was to be happy. As a complex of a person as you were, you deserved that at the very least. You wanted to have something to ground you when the hard times hit because you had those days sometimes.

Weren’t you worthy of happiness? Of being someone’s constant, someone’s ray of sunshine, the way you wanted that someone to be yours?

It wasn't like you had many relationships, one or two maybe. Every time though, it looked like you just weren't it. You couldn't remember the last time a guy told you, you were beautiful, and meant it. A guy, other than Steve and your other male friends like Bucky or Tony. You couldn't remember the last time a man was with you, because they wanted to be, not because of some hidden agendas. You couldn’t remember the last time someone appreciated you, told you they loved you.

It was like you were never it. Like there was something about that was never enough to keep, enough to like or even love. And what if it was true? Maybe you weren’t one to be loved.

You were still crying, sob after sob escaping past your lips when you heard the front door open. The sound of Steve’s keys jingling stopped you, silencing your cries. You clasped a hand over your mouth, trying to keep it together, calm yourself down.

You sniffled a little and wiped at your eyes.

“Y/N, are you here? I'm home!" He raised his voice, hoping you were able to hear him. He was surprised to know you were home this early, it was just past nine-thirty in the evening. He knew you went on a date less than two hours ago, so why you were home at this hour, was a mystery to him.

You heard his feet pat against the wooden floor in the hallway, the sound getting louder the closer he got to your room. You jumped out of your bed, wiping at your eyes and cheeks even more. You moved towards the closet, and pulled a pair of jeans, making it look like you were doing something.

There was a soft knock, and then then the door was being pushed open to reveal your roommate, and longtime friend, Steve.

“I thought you had a date tonight. You look lovely, by the way,” He complimented you, leaning against the doorframe, and you had to swallow down a sob that wanted to leave you. Of course he would say that he always did. No one else ever said that to you, not even the guy that broke your heart. It made you wonder if he only did say it for your sake.

You forced your cries down and shook your head a little. You cleared your throat, trying to mask that you had been crying just now.

“I had, and thank you,” you answered softly, praying, that he couldn’t pick on the difference in your voice. You put the jeans back in place and pulled a not so neatly folded blouse, so you could keep your hands occupied.

“And how did it go?” He was able to sense that something wasn’t okay, that there was something that was bothering you. How could he not really? You've been friends since high school, lived together since college. He could read you like the back of his hand.

You did your best to sound natural.

"Good, it was g-good," Your voice quivered, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to stop the sob that threatened to escape.

He tilted his head to the side, studying you. He saw you fisting the blouse in your hand, your shoulders shaking. His arms, that had been crossed over his chest until now, fell to his sides and he spoke softly.

“Hey,” he pushed himself off of the doorframe, “What’s going on?” he questioned gently and slowly walked towards you.

“Nothing,” you chocked out instantly. He laid his hand on your shoulder, prompting you to turn around. You shook your head, holding onto the piece of clothing for dear life. He reached for the dark material and cautiously pried it off of your hands.

Your head was down, staring at the movement of your hands leaving the soft cloth. Even with your sight blurry because of the fresh wave of tears that wanted to be set free, you were able to see Steve’s big hand grabbing onto your smaller one. He pulled you a bit so you were facing him, even though you still kept your head down.

“Hey, look at me, babe,” He murmured, and one of his hands moved up and under your chin. He lifted your face and looked into your eyes, searching. “Who did this to you?” he questioned in a light tone, keeping his voice level. On the inside though, he was boiling. The hand that wasn't holding your chin closed into a fist.

He secretly knew, that it happened again. You, this bright, constantly selfless person, had gotten her heartbroken, and it was once again, he, as someone that loved you, going to help you and show you how much more you deserved.

You shook your head again, trying to avert your gaze so you wouldn’t have to see his eyes. See the pity you knew was there. Every time, he was left to put back the broken pieces, just because you weren’t strong enough. He must be sick of you by now.

"No-no one," he looked down for a moment and exhaled before his gaze flickered back to you.

“Talk to me," he pleaded with you, one hand moving behind your head and the other settling on your back.

Was there a point in lying? He already knew what happened, the tears staining your cheeks showed as much.

“I did Stevie, it was me. I’m just not enough, I’m never enough,” You sobbed, and he pulled you into him. Your arms wrapped around his middle, your face hiding in his collarbone. He ran his hand along your back, the other cradling your head, and moving through your hair.

He was warm, making you feel secure, even though you felt like you didn’t deserve it.

“That’s not true, doll.” He whispered, his voice barely audible with your cries. You were sobbing in his arms, your tears wetting the shirt he wore, he hardly even cared though. All he cared about was calming you down, making you see that you were more than enough, loved.

You shook your head against his skin, not even believing him. You were too far gone into your head. Your self-esteem was lowering itself, your anxiety was taking over. It was happening time and time again, bringing you down more than it had the last time. Your mind had its' own thoughts on the matter, ones that did nothing other than to pick at your wounds even more.

“But it is,” you mumbled, tightening your arms around his middle, “I’m not good enough. No one ever wants me Steve. They play their game for a while, and then I get thrown away, broken. Am I that unsatisfying to be with?” you shook against him, your whole body giving up on you. He pulled you towards the bed, where he sat at the edge and pulled you into his lap, cradling you against him. He shushed you before he pulled away and looked into your eyes. His gaze leveled with yours, blue eyes meeting your shining ones. Eyes full of concern, full of love and appreciation.

“Listen to me, hey,” he swept his thumb against one of your cheeks and then the other, wiping the tears that had stained them. “You are beautiful, top to bottom, both inside and out. You are intelligent, and the absolute best at what you do. You are sharp-minded, funny, and witty. You don’t take bullshit to heart. You are a compassionate, kindhearted person. You are the best friend anyone could ask for. You love, respect, and appreciate, like no other woman I've ever seen. Most importantly, you are unique, because you are you. And you are special,” he brushed some hair that had fallen around your face, and then wiped your tears away, tears that couldn’t seem to stop.

"It's a shame, that there are people in this world that can't see that. At the end of the day though, it's their loss. They allowed something magnificent like you to walk away. You are enough Y/N, more than enough even. Any man will be lucky to be with you, it just takes a special kind of person to see that. So, don't think about yourself in that light again, because what you said about yourself, that's not true. It's never going to be true," He finished off with a gentle, light smile on his face, still wiping at your tears, even though more and more were coming.

He always did that. He was always there for you, no matter what. He was there, after a rough day, with a bad joke and your favorite food, ready to cheer you up.

He was there, after every heartbreak you had. He would pull you against him, give you one of his bear hugs. He’d shush your sobs, run his hands over your back. He’d wipe at your tears and give you a little smile. He’d remind you how remarkable you were, how those assholes were missing out. He was there every time, to pick and put your broken pieces back together. He would run from the other side of the world if he had to, just so he could make sure that you were okay, be there for you.

That was the kind of man Steve was. Selfless, appreciative, supportive. You could go on and on about what a guy he was. One in a million. He was a special one.

He had done so much for you over the years. Combine all the times he stood by your side when you weren’t at your brightest, with all the times he was there for you at your happiest. Steve was a great friend, the greatest in history.

You loved how every time you looked into his eyes, all you saw was fondness, affection. Never has Steve looked at you with anything else but warmth and love.

Any woman would be lucky to be with him, too bad that woman wouldn’t be you.

Your breath hitched. What?  No, you did not just say that. What the hell was that even? You and Steve were friends. You were his closest friend after Bucky, you could not possibly think like that.

Sure, yes, he was handsome, but he was so much more to you. You weren’t sure you’d ever be able to fully explain how much he meant to you, how much you loved him. You loved his personality, how caring and passionate he was. You loved how sassy he got, oh boy, sassy Steve was something else. You loved his humor, his creativity. You adored how driven he was, how he never gave up. He never gave up on the things he believed in, the people he loved. He never gave up on you, and you would never give up on him.

Looking back at everything he had done for you the last few years, you could only come to one conclusion, you loved him. You loved Steve, your best friend, the one person you could rely on, no matter the circumstance.

It was too bad though, you would probably never tell him. Too bad, he’d probably never feel the same. He might just end up being like all the others, breaking your heart, if you ever opened your mouth. And then, there won’t be anyone to help put the pieces back together.

The thought, the possibility, made you shake, even more, your breath shuddering and your eyes watering even more. Your hands tightened around Steve, even more, palms digging into his back. You sobbed again, feeling his hand smoothing over your back.

“Shh, it’s okay, doll. It’s okay,” he shushed you once more, voice a soft murmur next to your ear. You clutched to him for dear life, before your next words left your mouth.

“I love you,” you sobbed. There was no point in lying, not to yourself, not to him. Your heart was already broken, you didn’t know if it could take any more. But there was no point in suffering anymore.

Steve’s movements didn’t cease, nothing about his demeanor changed.

“I love you too, you know I do,” he ran his hand through your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.

You shook your head against his collarbone, a hiccup leaving you. “No,” you mumbled, sniffling. “I know you do Stevie, but I-“ you stopped yourself and took a deep breath, swallowing past the dryness in your throat.

“You what?” his brows furrowed

“I’m in love with you,” you whispered, everting your gaze to the side. It was as if time wasn’t moving. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, tears, from what, you didn’t know, running down your face. Heartbreak? Pain? Uncertainty? Fear? You had no idea.

Your form trembled in anticipation, waiting to hear what Steve had to say. He adjusted his hold on you, and his face fell in the crook of your neck. You sat like that for a few moments, before you heard his soft voice again.

“Good, ‘cause now you can finally stop getting your heartbroken," you pulled away and searched his face. His eyes gleamed in the low light, and the corners of his lips were pulling upward. He must be kidding, or you hadn't heard him right. He was probably able to see the confusion in your eyes because he opened his mouth and spoke again.

"You've gotten your heart broken far too many times now, baby. You didn't deserve that, and I'm only hoping to be able to prevent you from ever feeling that pain ever again. All I want for you is to be happy, to make you happy if you'd let me do that for you. No more broken pieces scattered around, waiting to be put back together. No more crying over assholes that didn't know what they were missing out on. The only thing I want to see you do from now on, his smile. You are loved, Y/N, and you are enough," it was like something out of a book, a fairy tale. You thought it was unreal until Steve pulled you in, and his lips touched yours. Slow and gentle, yet a pretty short kiss was placed upon your lips.

Sure, heartbreak brought pain, and a million broken pieces, just waiting to be put back together. Steve was always the one to do that because as a friend, he couldn't let you suffer. But both of you had enough, it was time for you to feel what was to be loved, and it was time for him to show you just how much.

[violasmirabiles]

got tagged by @panwriter, thank you xx

1. what do you prefer to be called name-wise? ali. pronounce it however you like i dont really care lol

2. when is your birthday? march 26. so just a few weeks from now. oh boy

3. where do you live? joensuu, finland babey

4. three things you are doing right now? pretending im reading the essays i shouldve read for methodology class weeks ago, making a list of things i need to get from the university library (and where those books are exactly - i dont actually go to the uni library very often at all but for some reason rather many of the books i need arent available as ebooks), trying to drink the second bucket of coffee of the day without spilling it everywhere

5. four fandoms that have piqued your interest? re-animator; stephen king multiverse (was gonna just say the shining and doctor sleep but we all know its more than that); saw franchise; the godfather. though with sk and godfather im basically just playing in my own little isolated sandbox and im more than fine with that thank you

6. how has the pandemic been treating you? ah well. its been treating me. got my ba degree and generally have been able to study more so thats good. spent five months with my family in tampere last year and itd probably be good for me to go there again but as it is im stuck in my apartment because of doctors appointments. like thats the only reason i cant just Go. also i recently realized i havent seen my grandma in over a year and cried about that. choir stuff is obviously all fucky and uncertain. also having time to think about things and stuff means ive been figuring out gender stuff so thats been.....interesting....and energy consuming.....and crisis inducing

7. a song you can’t stop listening to right now? täällä on joku by absoluuttinen nollapiste, its finnish weirdness hours in my head 247

8. recommend a movie. i mean, yeah, re-animator

9. how old are you? 25. 26 in a few weeks

10. school, university, occupation, other? university of eastern finland, babey! english language and culture major, literature minor. did my ba thesis on the shining. the novel, fuck the kubrick film, and wouldnt have been allowed to do my thesis about a film anyway. so right now im a masters student and will start working on my ma thesis next year, trying to get as many classes out of the way before that as possible. dont know what im gonna be once i graduate and id really rather not think about that but i do like studying in spite of everything

11. do you prefer heat or cold? heat. but, like... thats relative, isnt it? what i consider warm is Definitely Not warm to someone who lives in, like, texas. and i Tolerate cold and, christ i dont know. my favorite season is spring.

12. name one fact others may not know about you. once came second in a school skiing competition! i was ten. we didnt get medals, we got like pins/brooches and i still have my silver brooch somewhere

13. are you shy? sometimes. often. im anxious

14. pronouns? they/them. like i said ive been trying to figure out gender stuff and the only thing im Very sure of is that i am Not Cis, and im scared, and i get easily defensive about it all, and i have a lot of internalized issues i need to work on. gendered pronouns are like my number one personal enemy, i need the sort of....neutrality, ambiguity, yknow. finnish does not Have gendered pronouns, we have hän for he/she/they/every neopronoun - and we dont even fucking use that one, everyones just se (it) and thats all fine and dandy when you dont want to Think about your Gender every time someone refers to you and im rambling because i am once again getting defensive for no reason sdfdsfs yeah theres still a lot to unload here i swear were getting there

15. biggest pet peeves? on a bad day? everything. but to give an actual answer, people not realizing their experiences are not universal and that their actions can and will have an effect on others

16. what is your favorite “-dere” type? glad to say im temporarily illiterate so i dont know what this says

17. rate your life from 1 to 10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be im afraid i cant do that luv i dont want to have a breakdown

18. what’s your main blog? this one babey

19. list your side blogs and what they’re used for. i have @ihmekukkavesi for my photography and @shineondoc for university hell and occasional doctor sleep/the shining yelling. im not gonna call it my studyblr cos it....its really not....its not. im not a good student. im not organized, i dont feel like im Doing This right. im definitely not exemplary. everything becomes a crisis and i need to let it out somewhere and thats what shineondoc is for. 

20. is there something people need to know about you before becoming friend? oh boy. uh. im not good at keeping a conversation going. yet at the same time i cannot fucking shut up if were talking about something im excited about. i dont know how Real this is but i feel like i might come across as like...arrogant or something but i swear im just scared and trying to keep myself from Rambling(tm) and. well. trying to sound like a normal fucking person. 

tagging @nowendil @appelssiini @librarytraveller @sailonacrossthesea @stokoetopia @kirsikkaprinsessa and anyone whos bored and wants to do this

[dysfunctionalnerd]

I was wondering ... how would Randall react to Evil! Layton? or Monocle! Layton(by the way your drawings are amazing!)

ahhh thank u so much!! that means so much to me ;u; oh my GOSH MONACLE LAYTON!!! i havent thought about him organically in too long sksksks

well so ok if i had to make layton evil at any point in time, the way id do it would be after unwound future. it would be about 2 years after he found randall, but in this scenario he never worked up the courage to call randall or go back and visit after he left Monte D'or so abrubtly, which means losing that friendship was already weighing on his heart. so then after UF, losing claire and luke in the span of the same week... its too much for him. Crying in his room one night, he says "so this is it then? am i destined to always lose the people i love? i will simply never love again." and he snaps. he gets cold and distant, doesnt allow the kindness of others to reach him. all he wants now is vengance, and this man has been wronged by soooooo many people.

The only person still living with him is flora at this point. at first she lets things slide. things like seeing hersh withdraw into his study for too long, or drink too late into the night. but then she notices he stays in his room for days at a time, clearly working on something, but he gets so rude when asked about what. shes always met with answers like "its none of your concern" or "dont ask questions you're not prepared to hear the answer to", until one day she really puts her foot down. Demands to know whats going on. Shes so worried. But hershel screams at her to go away. an ugly, terrible yelling nobody deserves. and its so cold she just,, runs away crying. she cant think of anybody to reach out for help. she doesnt know anybody, she was never allowed to go out and make friends.

until she remembers the stories luke told her about the man they saved in Monte D'or, and she remembers how softly hershel would smile the precious few times he mentioned he name randall.

so she pulls up a phone book and looks up a Randall Ascot. Its not hard considering he owns an entire fucking town. shes crying and scared and alone, and when randall picks up the phone, he is of course concerned. hes never met this girl, but nobody should by crying this much, and then his heart breaks when he realizes its hershel who did this. He was always hurt by how hershel never said goodbye, and never called again to rekindle their friendship. at first he doesn't want to come over, but flora begs him.

"please, randall, you have to help. I know i hardly know you but... nobody else can reach him, i just know it".

so he grabs the nearest train. tells flora take take it easy at a bougie hotel for a night while he makes the trip over, pays for everything ofc. the two meet up. randall falls in love with this girl in .5 seconds (yknow in that "ive only met this girl for 10 minutes but if anything were to happen to her id kill everyone in this room and then myself" kind of way). They decide to just go to hershels flat and knock. he doesnt answer. they knock again. nothing. randall gets worried. he breaks down the door, shouts for hershel. Nobodys there. the place is empty. they enter hershels study to make sure, but what they find horrifies them. a GIANT charlie kelly style board with a bunch of pictures of different people, mostly people connected to bill hawks, and red lines connecting them stand before the two, and they both know in their gut its a hit list of some kind.

so they run to parliment or whatever building it is those goverment people all stay in, hoping its not too late, hope maybe their suspicions arent true. Theyre horrified when they reach the front steps and theres no guards or anything. sirens are blaring. they run down the halls. injured soldier's and police are telling them to turn back, its not worth it, this man is unstoppable.

"please dont let it be hershel, please dont let it be hershel."

flora stops when they reach the big door. she looks up at randall, crying. "im sorry... but i cant go in. i dont want to face him like this."

randall hugs her, reassures her. tells her its ok to wait by the entrance, that everything will be ok.

Flora rushes off, and randall takes a deep breath. He opens the door where bill hawks office is supposed to be. Randalls heart sinks. in the big chair is hershel, a sword covered in red, and tied to chains too close to the fire place is a beat up bill hawks.

hershel greets him coldly, like strangers.

"ah hello there. im sorry, but the prime minister cannot assist you today. please come back later."

"hershel, what are you doing??? that sword.... have you??"

"killed someone? no..." he hops off his chair and points his sword to bill hawks, far too close to the neck. "no not yet. but if youd like, you can join me for the first one."

Randall picks up a pipe or something close to him. "i cant let you do this hershel... i know youre better than this."

"ah, but you see, thats the thing." his blade lightly touches bills neck. "i could be, but then... whats the point?" then he scoffs, and pulls his sword away, pointing it towards randall in a battle stance. "never mind, you could never understand."

and he charges. AND THE EPIC SWORD FIGHT BETWEEN HERSHEL AND RANDALL THAT WE WERE ROBBED OF COMENCES! Randall, between parrys, is in total disbelief. "Hershel, stop it! i know how youre feeling, but this isnt the solution! youre tired, and scared, and unbelievably hurt. youre in so much pain... this isn't going to end that pain!"

clink, parry

"you couldnt possibly know what im feeling. ive lost everyone. but its no matter."

for a moment it looks like hershel is about to pin randall down, but he swoops away at the last minute.

"No, please hershel, you cant think like that!! youre not alone!! not anymore!! You didnt give up on the masked gentleman... let me return the favor!"

hershel gasps at this, and hesitates. its enough for randall to knock hershels sword out of his hands, and pin him to the ground. Hershel is afraid, his eyes are wide.

"r-randall, stop it!! leave me alone!"

"no!" randall throws the pipe he fought with aside. "not until you make things right!" he starts crying, his tears spill on hershels shirt. "not until i get my best friend back..."

hershel can't take it anymore. He screams, and starts crying uncontrollably. that ugly crying you reserve for your worst moments, and randall softens his grip on hersh, changes it so hes hugging his friend. And hershel just cries and cries and cries.

"i... i just dont want to live like this anymore..." he sobs.

"hershel.... oh hershel, im so, so sorry."

and they continue to cry. eventually randall asks what happened, how it got to this. hershel explains the events of the last few years. how luke left. how bill hawks sent men to beat him to an inch of his life 8 years ago, so really this is just him returning the favor. they talk it out.

"hershel... you owe flora an apology"

and hershel starts crying even more. "oh no, how could i do this to her?? im a monster..."

"nonsense! shes just worried about you, we all just want you to be ok. give her time, you two will be ok."

so slowly, randall convinces hershel to take his hand and walk out before some real irreverasble damage is done. they dont untie bill tho :) hershel comes face to face with flora at the entrance. starts stuttering some words, but jever gets around to saying anything bc flora hugs hershel so tightly, and cries into his chest. "professor i was so worried..."

"i.... im so sorry...."

and thats it!! the police dont do anything bc i dont believe in them, hawks eventually gets voted out. they all go home and randall decides to stay with hershel until he find a therapist. then decides to stay with him until he starts smiling again, then because i mean whos gonna help out with flora?? and then bc honestly hershel, this place is a mess! and then,,,,, well,,,,,, yknow,, 👀👀

[ambientstars]

Could we please get 12 from the prompt list? ❤️

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

Thank you for the request! It may not be what you had in mind, but I still hope you like it :)

Gif credit: @thelvadams

Note: everybody say it with me! Fluff fluff fluff angst fluff! I apologise for the sloppiness of this, but sometimes my brain just doesn’t cooperate yknow?

-  -  -

The streets were busy, filled with countless creatures and species, all bustling about in their daily commutes, market shopping and socialising.

The Doctor had taken you to a planet you couldn’t quite pronounce, promising colour and vibrancy from not only the people who lived there, but also the planet itself. The grass sparkled, clear like diamonds and shining brilliantly under the turquoise sun. The air tasted sweet, faint traces of sugary sherbet on your tongue every time you took a breath.

Beside you The Doctor rambled on about the planet’s history and the life forms that inhabited it, but her words went in one ear and right out the other, your focus too captured by the way the pavement beneath your feet hummed a tune with each step you took forward.

The strangers around you smiled, greeting each other politely as they crossed paths. The atmosphere felt welcoming and warm, inviting you deeper into the intriguing world you had been brought to.

To your left were stalls of different kinds, selling everything from odd looking food you imagined were types of fruit to livestock consisting of animals that talked and hovered and danced. On your right stood a tall and proud building containing restaurants of all kinds of cuisines, all of them unfamiliar to you, it’s walls covered with glorious art, colours you’d never seen before enveloped each brick right to the edges.

Out of all the places The Doctor had taken you before, this was by far the best. Here you felt calm and delighted, and with so much to see and explore, you never wanted to leave despite the fact that eventually your real home would be calling you back.

“And that’s why they call it the-“ The Doctor stopped dead in her tracks, her arm reaching out in front of you as a signal for you to also stop walking. “Do you hear that?”

“No…” you listened out for something, anything that seemed out of the ordinary. But it was so busy around you, voices and laughter filling your ears, it was hard to make out just what The Doctor was talking about.

“Listen.” She twirled on the spot, focussing her ears in different directions until she narrowed down the location of the sound she was hearing.

“Doctor, I don’t hear-“

She took off running before you could finish your sentence. You forced your feet to chase after her even in your moment of confusion. “Doctor, wait!”

She continued running quicker than you’d ever seen her run before, darting from left to right, in between stalls and pushing past pedestrians in her way, mumbling a sorry to them as she stayed in motion.

Your legs began to cramp up, your chest heaving for a proper breath. You kept up as best as you could, almost losing her in crowds a few times, but ultimately spotting her in a different spot not even seconds after and following in the seemingly uncoordinated and unplanned path.

She came to a standstill once again and you almost crashed into her in surprise, your breathing laboured, but hers barely above average. She looked around in the new place you had found yourselves in, a different part of the endless market and still just as busy, watching The Doctor’s face contort into something of discomfort as she kept an ear out for the sound you couldn’t hear.

“Doctor, where are we-“

“There!” And she was off again.

You huffed in irritation, your burning lungs silently pleading to The Doctor to slow down and give them a chance. You followed, pushing through the pain of exhaustion, and found her crouched down in an alleyway behind what looked like a generator for the building it was attached to.

“It’s okay, I’m here now.”

She stood, a bundle of blankets in her arms. She slowly walked over to you, never once taking her eyes away from whatever she was holding, her expression soft and a small smile on her face.

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

The blankets moved and out popped an arm. The arm of a baby, it’s skin a shade of pink, it’s tiny and chubby hand reaching out to touch The Doctor’s face. You watched in awe as the timelord bounced in her spot, rocking the cooing baby back and forth, keeping it calm and content.

“So that’s what you heard? A baby?”

She nodded, finally looking up at you. “He was crying.”

You frowned, still confused. “But how did you hear him from so far away?”

She shrugged, returning her gaze back to the baby. “Parental instincts, I suppose.”

You opened your mouth to speak, to ask even more questions, but she began to walk off before you could.

She spoke to the baby as she made her way back through the crowd, asking him questions about what his family looked like and what his name was, all the while keeping an eye out for distressed parents looking for their son.

The baby gurgled back and she nodded in understanding, replying to him as she understood exactly what he was saying. You, of course, had absolutely no idea at all.

You twisted and turned through the market streets, searching for a clue as to who this baby belonged to. According to The Doctor he had been taken from his crate by someone who mistook him for goods at a stall and left behind when the thief had peeled back the blanket and realised their mistake. You assumed ‘crate’ was an alien word for cot, although you never could be sure with other planets and their odd ways of living.

“Here, hold Rax for a moment while I use my sonic to scan the place.”

“Rax?” You held out your arms to receive the baby, bringing him close to your chest.

“That’s his name.”

“How do you know that?” You looked at the baby now known as Rax, admiring his emerald green eyes, watching as they sparkled under the light of the sun. He gave a toothless smile and made grabbing motions with his hands, something that made you return the smile.

The Doctor span in a slow circle, her sonic buzzing with life and searching for the child’s parents. “I speak baby.”

You gave her an incredulous look, not that she saw it, and sighed. “Of course you do.”

She gave her sonic a once over and huffed when it came up with no answers. She took the baby back from you and set off in the direction of the TARDIS, leaving you to follow in tow.

-     -

You sat against the blue box, your eyes closed and your face pointed towards the sky, the warmth of the sun on your skin. Beside you sat The Doctor and her new best friend, the baby.

You’d been sat there for hours waiting for the crowds of the market to thin out as the day went on, deciding it would be easier to spot the parents with less people around, and the entire time the timelord had chatted away to the baby and laughing when he replied back.

You tried not to feel annoyed by the lack of attention The Doctor was giving you in favour of talking to a baby, but it was proving hard. After all, it wasn’t the baby’s fault you couldn’t understand it and join in on the conversation and The Doctor was completely oblivious to how she had shut you out, but after spending so much time travelling with her, just the two of you, you’d come to enjoy and crave her constant attention.

You hadn’t noticed before now that your entire life and all your feelings revolved around her, your entire being consumed by her. You wanted, needed, her approval on everything, your whole self subconsciously begging her to stay near, your mind twisted into thoughts of her and only her.

It was a wake up call for sure, but you mentally hit the snooze button. You’d come back to that another day, someday in the distant future.

The baby began to cry and was passed over to you once again, The Doctor announcing that he was hungry and going into the TARDIS to make him food. You sent a quiet prayer that her food would be edible and wouldn’t harm the defenceless soul in your arms. The Doctor was a lot of things, but a good cook wasn’t one of them.

She returned with a baby’s bottle filled with an orange liquid. On Earth babies drank milk, but here you weren’t sure if this was the normal thing to give to babies or if The Doctor had gotten it completely wrong.

“Where did you get a baby’s bottle from?” You quizzed, watching her cradle the boy and feed him carefully. “And what did you mean by parental instincts?”

“I was a father once.”

Your face must’ve been quite the picture if anyone was looking, your brain almost fizzing out in an attempt to process the information you’d been given.

“No, seriously.”

She turned to you and looked you dead in the eye, her face displaying no signs of joking around. “Seriously.”

“Don’t you mean you were a mother?”

She shook her head, her eyes returning to the baby to make sure he was drinking properly. “No, I mean father.”

“But you’re…” you gestured at her broadly. “You’re a woman.”

The Doctor used the corner of the boy’s blanket to wipe at his mouth, clearing away what had slipped from his tiny lips. “And before I was a man.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and decided to change the subject slightly, realising you were getting nowhere. “What do you mean was a father?”

“Look, there!”

The Doctor sprung up from her spot, her eyes focused on a creature made of what looked like pink pliable stone. She cried loudly and searched frantically for something, or someone.

The Doctor ran in her direction, clutching the baby tightly so that he didn’t slip from her hold. You stayed behind and watched from the TARDIS, your eyes fixed on the timelord as she handed back the baby and was immediately pulled into a hug that looked somewhat uncomfortable.

After she said her goodbyes and wished Rax and his mother well, The Doctor came back to you. She smiled at you as she went inside the blue box, heading straight for the console to fly you away.

You followed quietly, observing as she flicked switches and turned dials on each of the control panels. The machine came to life, groaning as she took off, taking you somewhere new.

“Doctor,” her eyes fell on you, ready and waiting for your question. “Why aren’t you a… father anymore?”

Her hands stilled for a moment. Her face remained soft, but her gaze was vacant as if she was remembering something. She shook her head and smiled with tight lips the way she does when she doesn’t want to talk about something, and continued her sequence of lever pulling and button pressing.

“Why are you still asking questions? And anyway, you need to tell me where you want to go next!”

You bit your lip to refrain yourself from pushing the topic further. She was clearly uncomfortable and not likely to talk, so you thought for a moment and gave your answer.

-    -

The fire in the library roared with life, it’s heat reaching you and The Doctor on the couch you shared. Your head rested on her shoulder as she read aloud to you a book she had chosen from her endless shelves of reading material, her hand placed on your leg as a form of comfort.

You sipped on your hot chocolate, the marshmallows bobbing against your nose, your eyes following each sentence as The Doctor spoke them quietly. The evening was peaceful and calm, uneventful for the most part compared to the pace of the day, but it was welcomed gratefully by the both of you.

Her thumb stroked the skin of your knee absentmindedly, her mind seemingly drifting away as her words began to fall into silence. You lifted your head to look at her face, the reflection of flames in her eyes as she stared into it.

She nodded slowly when you asked if she was alright, never looking away from the fire. She seemed distracted and somehow nervous, something you hadn’t seen in her before.

“You know, you looked good with a baby in your arms.” You nudged her playfully, smiling brightly to lighten the mood.

She finally tore her attention away from the fireplace and looked at you, a small smile of her own being offered back to you. “As do you.”

She kissed your forehead and returned to the book, picking up from where she had stopped. You placed your head back onto it’s spot on her shoulder and closed your eyes to focus on the words, relaxing at the sound of her voice.

[okayoonoh]

HENDERY’S FAMILY

a/n: i honestly can’t believe that i’m almost done with the first part of the series! thank you for sticking with me and i hope you continue to as i still have a ton of ideas for more scenarios and all that good jazz!

here’s where you can find all things nct as dads related! go and check it out!

WONG KUNHENG

he has 3 kids, 2 girls and 1 boy. his son is the middle child. wong xiuying is his oldest daughter, 3 years later, his son wong mochou was born and 3 years after that, his youngest daughter wong zhangjing was born. 

WONG XIUYING: >> as a baby <<

i know i have probably said this about ever baby girl

but she’s a princess

i definitely feel like hendery would be an amazing girl dad

like he has a lot of sisters

so i feel like he really understands girls well

and he would show that with his daughter

i def feel like no matter how prepared he thinks he is as dad, he manages to mess up but make everything so funny

like the first time he changed her diaper?

he made you laugh so hard, post labor you had to change your pants (that seems like a tmi pero giRLS CHILD LABOR IS NOT PRETTY AND IT’S DEF NOT OVER AFTER THE BABY. YOU DEAL WITH STUFF FOR MONTHS AFTER)

and that was gross talk with amy time™ lol

anyway

out of all of the babies, xiuying is the giggliest

like i feel like even when she cries, she’ll giggle

for some reason, when she just looks at her dad, she just starts laughing lol

and like even when she cries, if she sees hendery, she’ll just laugh

i feel like hendery is one of the best uncles

like all of the kids love him

and its the same especially when it came to his daughter

there honestly would not be a day without laughter

like xiuying would manage to make you laugh

hendery would manage to make you laugh

your household is just full of giggles even before xiuying could properly talk

pero, back to the princess thing

like she was such a gorgeous baby

she inherited hendery’s HUGE eyes

and whenever she giggled and smiled

oh man

like she was just so beautiful

like she’s just naturally so pretty

she has the prettiest smile too

like there was just so much happy and joy in your life because she was there

hendery would just be so happy around her

like he could be super duper tired from tour or from practice

like really exhausted

but the second he sees xiuying

oh man

his energy is instantly restored

just knowing his happy daughter is there, all of his energy is back

hendery is there for everything tho

like he’ll stay by her even when she’s crying like there’s no tomorrow

regardless of how exhausted he is, he’ll do everything for his little girl

>> as a child <<

she’s still so pretty

like she’s in so many dramas and commercials and ads and everything lmao

she’s so iconic tho

like she’s so funny

she inherited hendery’s funny bone

tbh all of the kids did

pero yeah

everyone always think she’s like a docile little thing

buT LMAO SHE’LL SHOW THEM REAL QUICK

WHAT AN AMAZING SENSE OF HUMOR THAT SHE HAS

SHE’S REALLY SO FUNNY THO 

like she really is

she’s so witty 

and her reactions are the best

even tho she’s in dramas and such, she laughs really easily

they really do get frustrated with her doe

but she makes it up bc the end product is really really good

she’s straight up a crackhead tho lbr

she can out hendery the man himself

like maybe a younger hendery could keep up with her

but as hendery gets older and he has more than just xiuying

poor thing is starting to get pooped lol

she’s best friends with xiaojun’s oldest son, xiao zhangwei

like zhangwei loves to sing and won’t stop singing

and she can just keep up with him

like he’ll just be singing ever song he knows

and she’ll be in the back with a tambourine lol

she just vibes so well with zhangwei

but whenever they’re together, it’s so chaotic

it takes at least 4 people to watch just the two of them bc they’re just so chaotic lmao

her biggest flaw really is the fact that she can’t really control her energy

like she doesn’t know when to calm it down

it’s all okay tho

she’ll eventually learn dw

but yeah

tbh she’s such a funny older sister

she wouldn’t do anything super dangerous with her little siblings

but like she’ll just say the weirdest and funniest things

like she’ll scream at the top of her lungs

“MOCHOU POOPED HIMSELF MOM!!! IT STINKS!!!” 

like she’ll scream scream that lol

she takes compliments well

whenever she gets complimented she just says “THANK YOU!! YOU’RE ALSO PRETTY!”

she’s a charming little ball of craziness

>> as a teen/adult <<

honestly

she kept her crackhead personality

but she can get really serious when needed

like when it comes to her career and her family and such

she’s super serious

but in other situations

she’s honestly the funniest

xiuying becomes a really good older sister

like if her younger siblings are getting out of check

she’s really good at keeping them in line

xiuying is def not scary

but like her siblings just naturally listen to her

she becomes a model/comedian/tv personality

like jaehyun’s son, jung leon, she’s just so beautiful and so funny lol

she honestly could care less abt like being super “feminine” and stuff to maintain her model image yknow?

like tbh

she probably tried to reserved and calm and such

but her personality just is too powerful lmao

she would slip a lot

her manager would scold her and stuff whenever she did slip up

and it got to the point where her manager just gave up lmao

they just let her do as she pleased and she skyrocketed in personality after that

but yeah, tbh, she really does take her career seriously

like super duper seriously

xiuying wants to live an honest life tbh

like she takes her career seriously, but when her manager told her to maintain a pristine image, she didn’t sit well with it

bc the image they wanted her to maintain is simply not her

she talked to her manager abt it and they understood and let her do as she pleases

and it really did help everyone in the end

she’s still zhangwei’s best friend

zhangwei joins a band and he’s the lead singer

xiuying knows zhangwei better than anyone tbh

they def don’t get together tho

like they’re the best example of platonic, heterosexual, best friends

to be 100% honest

xiuying has a huge thing for the drummer of his band lmao

ofc she goes to zhangwei’s concerts to support him

but her true reason to go is to see the drummer lol

everyone gets along so well with her

like literally no one seems to have anything bad abt her

if they do and they talk abt it, she’ll just agree lmao

like someone will say “your nose is too big.”

and she’s like “yeah, my nose is pretty big. it’s okay, it allows me to smell yummy food easier and better then.”

or like

“your eyes resemble the eyes of donkey from shrek”

and she’ll be like “omG REALLY? HE’S MY FAVORITE CHARACTER THANK YOU SM”

she takes hate the best out of all of the kids

like if someone is struggling bc they get some hate comments, she swoops in and pats them on the back and is like “dw. xiuying is here. let me teach you how to deal with the haters.”

but yeah, she’s really goofy and so gorgeous and just a well loved person :,)

WONG MOCHOU: >> as a baby <<

he’s also so pretty as a baby

he also inherited hendery’s big eyes

pero

his eyes are lowkey kinda creepy

like it was endearing with xiuying bc she smiled a lot

but mochou is super duper serious lmao

like he loves to stare

and it was lowkey kinda creepy

but overtime, when he smiled more, it became endearing lol

for sure, hendery and xiuying’s reactions were the best lol

like hendery and xiuying would be playing with mochou, trying to get him to smile

and mochou is just :|

he’s not mad

he’s actually quite happy

it’s just he wasn’t really the smiliest baby

xiuying and hendery would just have the funnies reaction

mochou is quite a looker tho

even tho his eyes creeped all of you out

from an early age it was very clear that mochou would be a talker

he was babbing from the second he knew he could makes noises

and hendery would hold out entire conversations with him

for example

mochou: aaaabbaaaa taaa maaaa

hendery: you know, that’s an interesting point, i’ve never thought about it like that before

mochou: daaaaaa aahhhpoooo

hendery: no, it’s definitely crazy, i totally agree. so tell me, what are your opinions on the current state of our economy?

mouchou: baaa

hendery: good insight, my son.

mochou loved to imitate you guys while you talked

like if you said “i love you!”

he would babble a reply that is really similar

even tho xiuying would play with mochou a lot

mochou was really good at playing on his own

xiuying loves to just explain everything to him

like every little detail about everything

she’ll bring him the most random things and just explain everything she knows about it

mochou was most definitely cared for by xiuying

he was just a sweetheart who creeped you out from time to time

>> as a child <<

omg 

he had the biggest imagination

and he let the world know it

like he was such a creative kid

mochou would make a new world whenever he played

like if mochou and xiuying were playing together

mochou would create an entire new world and xiuying would just be so excited the entire time

like

xiuying: “sO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT THE HOUSE IS A SPACE SHIP???”

mochou: “YES!!! CMON, IF YOU GO TO THE WINDOW YOU’LL SEE A TON OF DIFFERENT PLANETS!!!

xiuying: “OHHH MY GOSH THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

all of the kids love to play with him because his imagination is just so crazy

he’s still a huge talker

mochou is amazing at carrying conversations

like he’s is a pretty social bee and loves to talk to everyone

he loves to tell everyone everything

mochou belongs to the 127 squad

meaning he’s best friends with jaehyun’s son, jung leon, jungwoo’s second daughter, kim jieun, and haechan’s second daughter, lee haeun

when the 4 of them are together

you need at least 10 people watching them

by themselves? they have a ton of energy

all together? oh no

when he does get tired, he loves to draw

mochou is naturally talented at drawing

in all forms that require creativity, mochou is naturally talented in all of it 

he was naturally really good at singing

he was naturally really good at learning instruments

he was naturally really good at painting, sketching, drawing, doodling

he was naturally really good at writing

mochou has a lot in his brain and the best way he could get it out was through drawing and painting

even tho as a baby, he was kinda stoic and such, he made of for it as a child

he became just a smilie as xiuying

xiuying and mochou have the sweetest relationship

xiuying likes to scold mochou even if he’s not doing anything wrong

mochou just smiles and listens to his sister.

even his younger sister liked to torment him a bit

but tbh, he would just take it

he loves his sisters to death

he would let them play with him as they’d like, he was honestly just chill  about it

hendery would sometimes take mochou on “man” dates

but tbh

it’d just be the two of them getting ice cream or something like that lol

hendery grew up with a ton of sisters so like I def feel like he would be a little confused with how to raise his son

but I mean, if his mochou was more on the feminine side? so what?

hendery loved mochou for who he is

omg, both boys would be so whipped for the girls tho

like if hendery was watching all of the kids, he would for sure end up dressed up as a princess

mochou too

when you came home, hendery would have a princess dress on him that def doesn’t fit bc it’s xiuying’s dress

mochou would be covered in head to toe with makeup

and hendery would be talking in his girl voice about being the beautiful queen of the land

it’s the best thing ever tbh

>> as a teen/adult <<

he becomes a creator/director for movies and such

like his creativity is so amazing and it remains the same way until he’s an adult

and the world needs to know his stories and such

he vibes well with yuta’s daughter, nakamoto akari

they both have such an amazing imagination and they both just want to share it into the world

he honestly follows in akari’s footsteps bc like she has a bit more experience in this field than he does

mochou for sure works in the same animation studio she works at

and together, they just build the coolest worlds ever

they def have their own ideas and stuff

but like if they work on a project together

they lowkey can just sync up and like they barely need words

everyone else who works in the animation studio is like???

bc like akari would talk to mochou for like 2 min

and then he just nods and starts drawing

then she starts drawing too

and like the characters from the drawings look virtually identical

it’s crazyy

they’re on the same wavelength

he for sure still parties hard with his 127 squad

like during work, he’s serious and straightforward

but like leon, jieun, and haeun would pick him up at the studio and he’s screaming for some reason lol

not out of fear,

out of excitement bc he’s ready to PARTY HARD WITH HIS FRIENDS

i feel like mochou would have the same exact sense of humor hendery has

like

as an adult, if hendery and mochou were just spending some time together

it sounds like there’s two hendery’s in the room

and oh no

tbh

mochou? he’s getting all of the ladies

i feel like he would be the type to have a different girl fall for him each week

i also feel like he’s too clueless to reject or accept their feelings

omg one time

while he was at a work seminar

one of the people he met would write her number on a tissue or something

and she would hand it to him

and he would be like “thanks! my nose was a little stuffy”

thEN PROCEED TO BLOW HIS NOSE IN THE NAPKIN

he would be so clueless and just throw it away

and like he def didn’t do it on purpose

he would just flash her a smile and act like nothing happened

bc to him, nothing happened other than a nice person gave him a tissue bc his nose was stuffy

mochou is a funny one, that’s for sure. 

WONG ZHANGJING >> as a baby <<

she’s really nice and sweet and such

zhangjing is the maknae of all of the kids (for now)

she’s the baby baby

anD EVERYONE TREATS HER AS SUCH

like all of her siblings, she was just such a pretty baby

zhangjing was most def the most delicate out of all of her siblings

she was just the smallest

zhangjing looked like a little doll

compared to all of her siblings

she was the calmest and the most docile

zhangjing wasn’t excessively giggly like xiuying

zhangjing wasn’t creepy like mochou

she was just sweet and kind

everyone in the entire group is so whipped for her just bc she’s the baby

like whenever the entire group is hanging out, there is for sure someone holding her at all times

the boys just switch off who gets to hold little zhangjing

omg jisung would hold her for a sec and like want to place her on the ground

and instantly EVERYONE excluding hendery would jump and and be like “jiSUNG NOOOOOO”

poor jisung would be too shocked and just stay frozen with zhangjing in his arms

hendery would step up and be like “guys... it’s okay. zhangjing can go on the ground, she’s not made of paper.”

the boys just thought little zhangjing was too good for the ground lol

omg hendery for sure lives for the compliments whenever someone calls zhangjing pretty

like if she’s on a baby carrier and one of the boys would gush over zhangjing, he’d say the funniest things

like “oh thank you, made her myself! this beauty was made on a fun night around 9 months ago.”

feel free to smack him on the arm for saying that

zhangjing’s natural cuteness just made everyone around her melt

tbh, if you look at his kids all together

all of them are so pretty

like it’s crazy

zhangjing also got hendery’s eyes lol (all of your kids have them lol)

but her stares aren’t as creepy as mochou’s were

tbh, zhangjing’s eyes were always busy

she loved to take in the entire world through her eyes

bc of this, she was a rather quiet baby, simply bc she was spending most of her time observing the world

>> as a child <<

lmao tbh

she’s sunshine

she’s the cutest 

zhangjing honestly looks so innocent

the entire group still maintains the “doN’T LET ZHANGJING TOUCH THE GROUND” sorta mentality

even tho they all know that she’s fine and can do whatever she wants

for some reason, she just gives off the vibe

maybe it’s bc she was the youngest at one point

she’s best friends with lucas’s youngest daughter, wong lina

lina’s personality is actually closer to hendery’s personality

while zhangjing’s personality is closer to lucas’s

like lina can be upfront about her crackheadedness and just does whatever she wants lol

zhangjing is just purely happy practically all of the time

when something makes her sad, oh no

everYONE IS LIKE “NOOO WHO MADE YOU SAD WE’LL FIX IT DON’T CRY”

if you see zhangjing cry, you are 100% going to cry too, guaranteed. 

omg like one time

you would come home from visiting your parents or something like that

and for some reason, your entire family is in the living room and their all crying

your heart drops bc you think something bad happened

so you instinctively hug all of your babies close and ask

hendery walks over and envelops everyone into a group hug, dramatically sobbing

you try to get him to explain and through a ton of sobs and hiccups he manages to get out something like “zhangjing started crying because she figured out lina is going to be gone visiting thailand for the next two weeks.”

you take a look at your youngest and immediately start crying too

why? you don’t really know. but seeing zhangjing’s crying face just triggered it for you

tbh, at this point, zhangjing has superpowers lol

anyway

she remained as a super curious girl

like if she’s every put into a new place, she’ll spend the first 10 minutes just observing

most kids would just run and play without thinking too much

but zhangjing would slowly and carefully take a look around, taking in all of the details of the entire place

she loves all of her siblings

they all baby her lol

zhangjing is just so observant and curious and for some reason, is really good at making people feel emotions they didn’t think they were feeling at the moment lol

>> as a teen/adult <<

she becomes an actress

her roles are usually the innocent girl and such

like if you’ve seen my first first love story

she would play roles like oh garin (from my first first love story)

zhangjing is the sweetest honestly it’s so cute

like she plays that role really well

sometimes when i see that role, i can get annoyed a bit

but zhangjing does it in a way that it doesn’t really annoy people

she keeps her energy levels

and she keeps her puppy like personality

the group still babies her a bit, but it’s not too bad anymore

she still maintains her natural cuteness lol

like she’s for sure really tiny

so it’s just natural for her to be on the cuter side

she adores her siblings so much

zhangjing would cancel her schedules just to see all of xiuying’s shows

during her breaks, she would be catching up on all of the news pertaining to mochou

zhangjing still remains curious

everytime she’s on a new set, she’ll roam around everywhere just bc

she hasn’t played a lead role yet so she doesn’t need to be dressed up and ready right away

omg tbh, sometimes they would have to edit her out of the window in a background

just bc she was wandering and she didn’t know they were filming lol

they all forgive her tho, dw

it’s not a big deal for the company

now is it her natural cuteness that is making everyone okay with it? idk.

she’s the quietest out of all of her siblings

and she has a hard time making good jokes like they do

zhangjing doesn’t cringe at the jokes

she actually likes them a lot!

she just has a hard time making them herself lol

which is fine bc her siblings definitely make enough for her share lol

whenever zhangjing is around lina

they both talk each other’s ears off

out of all of the friendships of kids, lina and zhangjing are the most talkative

they just have so much to tell each other all of the time!

they maintained their friendship even tho they took two different career paths

zhangjing was the baby of the group for a couple years, all before the next wave came (this “wave” refers to the on the way families!)

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here’s hendery’s gang of mini-hendery’s!!! i hope you guys liked it!

the fact that all three of them look like hendery does resonate with me and i wouldn’t have written it any other way lol

anyway, my request box is open! give me some inspiration plz!!

- amy <3

[gottlem]

you belong with me (gigi x crystal)

a/n - some of this isnt proofread so im SORRY if it gets messy at the end it is literally 3am. also this is my first fic so pls be kind i dont know what im doing like at all. (also keep a look at for slight jackie x jan) this was inspired by someone wanting a fanfic based off of you belong with me by taylor swift and i loved the idea so here we are and i am sorry.

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Gigi and Crystal are best friends. Growing up living so close to each other made them an absolute power-duo, for years on end they have been inseparable at all times. When they were younger, Gigi would sleep over at Crystals every single weekend and neither of them would ever get sick of eachother. They spent their nights giggling at nothing and making pinky promises “to never ever not be friends” and that they would be each other's “favourite person” forever, because they didn’t know that life can get a tad bit more… complicated when you start to get a little older. Living in ignorant bliss of the impending doom of high school, they would spend their time in their own little bubble, making the most of each other's company. In their minds, it wasn’t a question whether or not they loved each other. The answer was there without even having to ask the question, but of course they were too young to fully understand anyway.

In her early teens, Crystal would slowly realise that if young Gigi and Crystal were a boy and a girl, everyone would have joked about them being together with them being so close, but since they had been two little girls, they were just best friends in everyone’s eyes. Crystal would also slowly realise that ‘just best friends’ isn’t really where she wanted to stay with Gigi, but that truth wouldn’t come for another few years. She learned about the term ‘lesbian’ when there was a rumour in the 7th grade that she was one. It hadn’t fully occurred to her that girls could like girls in that way, but when she did google what it meant on a random wednesday night, it seemed so obvious. Natural. Of COURSE girls can like girls, they’re so pretty! Needless to say, it didn’t take her very long to understand that maybe the rumour was actually true- but nobody needed to know that. Not even Gigi. Definitely not Gigi. To be honest, she didn’t know where her friend even stood on topics like this, but they had never even talked about boys, so she absolutely didn’t want to risk bringing up girls. 

In 7th grade, Gigi already knew what a lesbian was. She heard talks about her best friend being into girls, but she paid it no mind. If Crystal was gay, she’d tell her, right? Gigi could be trusted with that kind of stuff. Either way, she wouldn’t bring it up. Maybe Crystal hadn’t even heard about it, maybe she was completely oblivious. Yeah. That must be it. It was around this time Gigi realised she herself might like girls. But it had nothing to do with Crystal. Nothing at all. In fact, the topic of relationships had never even come up between them. In 8th grade, Gigi started to get little crushes, exclusively on girls. This was the year she decided she was a lesbian. By then, the rumours about Crystal were long forgotten, but her friend’s sexuality was almost always in the back of Gigi’s mind. Crystal had never expressed interest in boys (or girls for that matter), but then again neither had Gigi. She knew she would have to come out to Crystal at some point - there was no WAY she was hiding a future girlfriend from her best friend. 

One night in the summer before 9th grade, Gigi slept over at Crystal’s house. Just like old times, except now both girls had quite a big secret they were hiding from each other, completely unbeknownst to the fact that it was the exact same secret. Gigi was going to tell her by the end of the night. She was SURE of it. The hours passed like minutes and before the girls knew it, the sun had completely set outside and the moon shone down into Crystal’s brightly coloured bedroom (some would think it’s decor is all over the place, but Gigi would describe it as being perfectly Crystal). The pair had settled into a slow, but somehow not very sleepy conversation despite the time, by around 1am. If Gigi was going to tell her, it was now or never. Before she could change her mind, Gigi had looked Crystal in the eye and started with “I really need to tell you something”. She had rambled on about how much she trusted Crystal, and how much she wanted her to accept this. Crystal didn’t have any idea what Gigi could possibly be leading up to, but she did absoluetly not expect to hear “I’m gay, Crys” coming from her friend’s mouth at 1 in the morning. 

The confession left Crystal speechless. Of course she didn’t judge Gigi, she was gay too! She was just shocked. How long had Gigi known? How long have they both known and didn’t tell eachother? It took Gigi’s tearful eyes and furrowed brows to tear Crystal out of her overthinking. Shit. She hadn’t even responded. 

“Crystal. Are you mad? Oh my god you’re mad aren’t you? Or like weirded out? I can go if you want. I get if you’re like uncomfortable with me staying over now-”

“Gi”

“-I don’t have to sleep in  your room. I’m sorry I told you. We never talk about this kind of stuff why did I think telling you would be ok? I-”

“Gigi!” Crystal shook Gigi’s shoulders to get her attention. Her eyes were bloodshot and Crystal cursed her brain for short circuiting when it did. She knew she had to tell Gigi now. 

“Me too” her voice came out as a whisper, but it cut through the silence of the room with ease. It was Gigi’s turn to be stunned into silence. Neither of the girls said anything. Crystal just hugged her friend. She didn’t stop until they woke up in the morning. That week, Crystal let her eyes linger on her friend a little longer than normal every time they passed each other at school. She found herself re-typing text messages and doing anything to speak to Gigi. She knew what all this meant, but she would not tell Gigi. It was  just a little crush. Everybody gets little crushes.

10th grade rolls around far too quickly than anyone would like to accept. Gigi and Crystal are as close as ever. Well, as close as ‘just friends’ can be, much to Crystal’s (hidden) dismay. Jan and Jackie, who had become very good friends with the pair in 9th grade, would constantly tease Crystal about her not-so-small-anymore crush on Gigi when the other girl wasn’t looking. Of course, Crystal hadn’t told them, but it wasn’t necessarily difficult for the couple to figure it out when she would stare at Gigi every chance she got. The teasing only got more painful about a month into 10th grade, when Gigi started dating the new student, Nicky. Suddenly, Crystal felt herself become awkward around her best friend - someone she used to feel so free with. It was easier to pretend she wasn’t falling in love with her when she was single. But now, now she had someone to be jealous of. Someone to remind her that clearly she’s just not good enough for Gigi. Every now and again, Gigi wouldn’t show up to their usual lunch table, leaving Crystal to third wheel with Jan and Jackie. On these days, Crystal didn’t bother looking for Gigi, she knew who she was with, and frankly she couldn’t bear to see them together. When she first saw the couple kiss, it made her stomach drop. Gigi was waiting for the bus when her friend sat next to her and made easy conversation. They were smiling and laughing until Nicky’s car (because of course she could drive) came to pick Gigi up. When she got in the car, the couple shared a moment far too intimate for Crystal’s liking. She pried her eyes away until she heard the car leave.

By Winter break, Gigi and Nicky had been dating for three months. Crystal wasn’t very familiar with how their relationship was going - she knew it would only hurt her if she always asked Gigi about it. If Gigi wanted to talk to her about it, she would bring it up, and apparently Gigi really didn’t want to talk to her about it. Crystal was fine with this. Well, Crystal was fine with this until there was a knock on her door at 11:58pm on a December night coming from the one and only Gigi Goode. Who was crying. Like, really crying. Crystal took the girl's hand and rushed her to her room, sitting her on the bed they had shared (platonically!!!!) many times before. She let her cry. Crystal had learned in her 16 years of life that sometimes, you just gotta cry. Still, the sight of her friend sobbing so much wasn’t an easy one to digest, nor was it one she had seen often. 

After god only knows how long, Gigi’s cries had died down, she was in Crystal’s pyjamas (which Crystal thought was too much for her brain to handle right now, but considering the situation she pushed these thoughts the the back of her mind, as if she hadn’t tried that for the past year anyway) and she was holding a glass of ice water between both hands. It was Crystal who broke the silence. 

“What’s up?” She was quiet, scared that speaking too loudly would cause the fragile girl infront of her to break down again. But she didn’t. Her brows furrowed and she had a look on her face that Crystal couldn’t quite place, something she wasn’t used to by any means after being friends for a good ten years now. 

“It’s nothing. Me and Nicky just had an argument”

“And this is why you came to my house in hysterics in the middle of the night in Winter. Ok, sure.” She deadpans. Gigi gave her a look as if to say ‘you bitch’ but there’s a fondness behind it nonetheless. 

“Ok fine. It’s more than nothing. It feels like all we ever do is argue anymore. We do like, two things; we argue or we mess around, yknow? And I’m kind of sick of it! It’s like I’m here for her to make out with and that’s all that we have going for us. That’s the only good thing. And shouldn’t there be more? Shouldn’t there be romance, and dates and shouldn’t we be able to be stupid in front of eachother and-” She started to cry again, though not as intense as before, definitely enough to stop her little rant. Crystal thought it was for the better, if she heard anymore of that she might start crying herself. She could give Gigi all of that. Hell, she already did for the most part.

Crystal was torn. She wanted to tell Gigi she should break up with Nicky. She knew it would be for the better, for both of them, but she still felt like it would be selfish of her to give that advice. She didn’t want to accidentally take advantage of Gigi, with her being in such a vulnerable space. So she tells Gigi the facts - well, she didn’t really have much (or any) experience so they could be completely false, but to her they seemed quite solid.

“Couples have honeymoon phases. They can’t keep their hands off each other because they’re so obsessed with this new person they have all to themselves and people get carried away. It’s human nature. But that dies down, or it should. Eventually. Couples argue. It’s healthy to disagree and make up every now and again but there comes a point where it’s just too much. I think you know where that point is. I can’t make it up for you, it’s not my relationship, babe” Crystal let the pet name slip without thinking too much about it. She was tired and it was a school night, and her friend was upset. She told herself it meant nothing. Gigi hugged her and fell asleep quite quickly, exhausted from her emotions having taken over.

Nicky was beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. Painfully stunning. This was a fact, this was understood by boys and girls alike, gay straight or bi. Gigi was lucky to have her, or maybe she wasn’t. Crystal didn’t know anymore. She could see why Gigi had clearly fallen so hard for the french girl, with her fashion forward style and her thick accent that Crystal had no option to admit was just plain sexy. Again, this was all fact. Gigi was also beautiful. That’s why everyone loved them together. Aesthetically, their relationship just worked. But Crystal had a tear stained pillow and a broken girl to prove that aesthetics mean nothing unless there’s love there too. And Crystal loves Gigi. She always has, and probably always will. Crystal didn’t like Nicky. She didn’t like the knowing glares she would get as they passed each other in the hall. It was as if the french girl could read her damn mind and she didn’t like it one bit. It wound her up to no end. She also didn’t like how she would argue with Gigi until she would cry and cry and run to Crystal’s house, sobbing into her pillow. It became routine. The pillow was pushed to the side, specifically for when Gigi came to cry her mascara onto it. Nicky would always apologise the next day. Gigi would always accept it. Crystal felt more and more hopeless.

A few months later, the routine continues. Gigi sends Crystal a text one night in February at around midnight, to say she’s coming over (a new-ish development in the all too familiar routine) and Crystal prepares the signature glass of water and the tear-soaked pillow for her friend. When she opens the door after Gigi’s knocking, she is met with no tears. Actually, she is met with a smile. Crystal just stands there. Gigi walks casually up the staircase and into Crystal’s bedroom, taking the glass of water and sitting cross-legged on her bed, hugging the pillow, but not for emotional support - because it's just comfier. Crystal follows her, a million questions on the tip of her tongue. She sits opposite to Gigi.

“I broke up with Nicky”

Oh.

OH.

“Just now? Oh my god, are you ok?” Crystal hears herself replying before she even knows what to say, she’s glad she didn’t say something stupid.

“No actually, I broke up with her this morning. I was talking to Jan and Jackie about it earlier, but you weren’t there. Plus, I wanted to tell you like this anyways. Here. Feels like tradition. Like it’s come full circle.”

“Are you sure you’re ok though?” It’s honestly creepy to see Gigi so calm over Nicky, after all the tears she had spilled before.

“Yeah. I think it truly ended a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It’s silent. Crystal feels tense. Like there’s something else to be said, like something else is going to happen. And she’s right. Because when she looks up, Gigi is staring at her, pupils wide and ears red. Crystal feels like she’s under a microscope. A breath gets stuck in her throat. Gigi giggles at it. She giggles and she inches forward. She inches forward and lifts her hands. She lifts her hands to Crystal’s face. And they’re kissing. They’re kissing and Crystal is smiling. When they pull away, Gigi has plump lips and a dumb smile on her face. Crystal loves it. They sit there for a minute, just staring at each other. Letting each other give the moment a second to sink in. When it does, they laugh. And then they talk about it. And then they kiss some more. And then they fall asleep. So what if it took Gigi a bad relationship to see what was standing right infront of her? Now they have each other, and that isn’t going to change.

[billhaderlovebot]

of heartbreak and raviolis - aaron conners

summary: you're sick and tired of everyone taking advantage of your best friend, aka aaron conners, aka the most wonderful man in the world, aka the man you love. not so subtle amy bashing fic.

tags: @whoseblogsthis @mpmarypoppins @a-second-hand-sorrow

aaron conners had always had shitty taste in women. you'd mainly thought so because none of the women he'd ever picked happened to be you.

aaron was too soft. too soft for this world and the men and women in it. they would break him. they would ball up the effervescent, unconditional kindness and love he had for people and shove it right back down.

amy was going to break him, too.

you knew she would.

and, oh, how you hated her. you hated her and how unreliable she was and the infuriating vapidness within her and her terrifying lack of respect for the man you had loved since you were seventeen. your best friend.

watching him kiss her was hell. watching him fall for her, knowing he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it, was worse.

but he was so happy, and he looked at her like she'd hung the moon.

it fucking hurt.

because you were tired of sitting by while everyone took advantage of how fucking nice he always was.

because you knew what was coming. and you didn't have the heart to say "i told you so".

"hey, hey, slow down, honey, i can't understand you."

aaron was crying. his voice came broken and shuddering down the line, trying desperately to get something out that wasn't cut with a sob burning from his chest. but you already knew what he was going to say. you knew, and you were pulling on a sweater and grabbing your keys before he could explain.

"she... she said-" and he couldn't get it out. the sound of his heartbreak made your own heart shatter.

"im coming over." you breathed, slamming the door and heading out into the night to comfort the man you had always wanted but could never have.

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amy had cheated. actually, amy had been cheating for quite some time. she had never stopped, in fact.

you'd been tangled together on aaron's couch, a mass of crying and limbs and throw blankets, for hours now.

"i thought she loved me." aaron scoffed, staring blankly out of the window to where the sun was just beginning to rise over new york.

his head was in your lap and the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity was your hand threading through his hair. "she said she loved me."

he let out a mirthless laugh, and you were suddenly furious.

"i'm so fucking angry." you whispered, eyes intent on aaron's face, angled towards the sunrise, the remnants of heartbreak in shining tracks down his cheeks.

"why?" he inquired, turning over to look up at you.

"because... because this shouldn't happen, aaron. not to you."

---

light snores filled the quiet apartment as aaron drifted off in your arms. he had moved so that his face rested in the crook of your shoulder, his hand draped over your waist. you couldn't help but feel that this was a little bit not fair. it wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him, and it wasn't the first time you'd had to hold him and comfort him and pretend you hadn't been painfully in love with him since high school. so here you were, again, the doting, supportive best friend. again. fuck.

in sleep, he looked younger. in sleep, he looked content, save for the small wrinkle between his eyebrows, the remainder of the day's emotional strain. it disappeared with the gentle press of your lips against the soft skin, and aaron unconsciously held onto you a little tighter. your heart ached as it did when you were a teenager.

when, at seventeen, you lay eyes on him at a house party, shrouded in smoke and coloured lights and the thumping bass of some nondescript vaporwave track, your heart skipped, like, twelve beats or something.

and, when, blue eyed and floppy haired, he looked back at you, raising his red plastic cup, your heart fell out of your ass. upon trying to talk to the guy who had so quickly stolen your heart, you spilled your vodka soda all over him. he tipped his own drink over your head. you stared at each other for several solid seconds of short lived fury, and then cracked up, immediately going to find more alcohol. you were best friends from that day on.

you were the one who supported him through medical school, helping him study and walking to campus every morning to give him coffee and whatever baked good you deemed acceptable. bidding him goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and the promise of a movie marathon.

you endured aaron's many vapid, fake-nice, passive-aggressive girlfriends who would loathe you and shoot you looks that, should they kill, would have you six feet fucking under.

you pushed how deeply in love with him you were right down below the surface, because his happiness was more important to you.

you thought, now, almost a decade later, as he had cried in your arms for hours about a woman that didn't feel the same, that it might be time for you to get your feelings in order and fucking tell him that all you wanted was for him to take you in his arms and kiss you fucking senseless.

and then they got back together.

"aaron, you fuck- you what?" you were absolutely livid, like, struggling-to-hold-the-phone-without-smashing-it-into-someone's-face livid.

"um, i, i just really want to make it work with her, and she was really sorry, and-"

"aaron, she broke your fucking heart."

"yeah, i know, i-

"and i was the one to let you cry your fucking eyes out on me for hours, even though it hurt. i've stood by for years, watching people hurt you and knowing there was nothing i could do about it."

"i'm not your responsibility, honey." he said. "this is my own life and i... you don't have to be involved."

"how can you fucking say that, aaron? of course i do. i won't let her do this to you again. i'm your best fucking friend, is that not enough for you?"

"...i guess not."

you'd never wanted to beat aaron to death before, but if he continued being so fucking stupid, you'd advise him not to put it past you. there was a deafening silence on the phone after that, because there was nothing you could say to change his mind, and nothing he could say that would make you not want to murder amy townsend. or him.

"i won't do this anymore." you finally said, a lump in your throat.

"what?"

"pretend that... that i'm not in love with you so that i can be okay with the manipulative assholes you pick as girlfriends."

"wh-?"

"goodbye, aaron."

---

the month that followed was probably the worst month of your entire life. you didn't speak to aaron once. no calls, no emails, no 2am visits to listen to billy joel and eat junk and talk about how you both carried the weight of the world on your shoulders. you'd always shared that weight, and, now, it was like someone had torn you in half and left you bleeding.

you were halfway through the last episode of season ten of friends, and your second box of cold pop tarts, crying your eyes out, when the doorbell rang. you wiped your eyes with the sleeve of one of aaron's old college sweaters and dragged yourself up from the couch. your breath caught in your throat at the sight of the disheveled, very attractive man hyperventilating in front of you when the front door swung open.

"aaron?" you stumbled over your thrift store welcome mat you bought because of the blue cat on it, holding yourself up on the door frame and staring up at him in sleepy disbelief.

"hi, yes, hi." aaron was breathing hard, the aftermath of running the whole two miles to your apartment in the middle of the night. "i've been thinking a lot about... about what you said, and i just, i've missed you, yknow? and, i, um, not that that makes everything okay, because i didn't listen to you, and it sucked, and-"

"what do you want?" you asked, trying not to punch him. "i'm tired, aaron. and not just physically. i'm tired of waiting around for you to love me."

"oh, well that's, um, that's good." he nodded, peeling off his jacket. "sorry, um, im sweaty-"

"that's good?" you blinked. aaron was clueless at the best of times, but this was insane.

"yes, yeah, because i realised something, um, just now, at home, with amy."

"i really don't want to hear about amy right now-"

"no, i know, i just, um, i realised that she's not who i want." he shrugged.

"it's about fucking time, aaron, i swear to god-"

"you're my best friend, and... i meant what i said, yknow, about that not being enough for me."

aaron ducked under the doorframe, bending down to capture your lips with his own. your eyes widened, and you froze up, your arms at your sides. the fact that aaron conners was kissing you just wouldn't compute.

and then it did, and you were kissing him back, your arms flying around his neck and your fingers twisting into his hair.

the kiss was searing, and your skin burned where his hands trailed across your cheeks, cupping your jaw, and up the back of your shirt, ghosting across your hip bones.

even when you stumbled back into your apartment, falling backwards over the couch, aaron was relentless, attaching his lips to your neck as if nothing was amiss.

what stood out to you was how easy this was. how you were able to fall into place so quickly as if you'd been doing this for years. as if you hadn't been pining for him for half your life.

"hey," you broke the kiss, gazing up at him in all his blue eyed, flustered, swollen-lipped glory. "hey, we have some, ah, things to talk about, i think."

aaron nodded, swallowing. "yeah, um, yeah."

you pecked his lips, closing your eyes. you just wanted to be someone who had kissed aaron conners, no complications, for a few seconds longer.

"raviolis?" he asked quietly, still hovering above you with that signature, heart-melting grin.

"it's 1am, aaron."

"i know a guy."

[hellofaer]

sugar daddy! mario x cat boy! @shinsouplays

(not proofread)

mario used to have a happy life. keywords used to. he missed his best friend for life, luigi, who literally got scared to death. mario had told him he was concerned about his obsession with the haunted mansion but luigi just didn’t listen. his companion yoshi mysteriously disappeared after a big argument with his girlfriend at the time birdo. toad and toadette were tired of being in the kingdom all the time which resulted in them running away together. Mario missed all of them, but who did he miss the most? his wife- well, ex wife peach. he thought everything they had was genuine. until he found out that she was sleeping another man- that man was bowser. apparently peach was too scared to reject mario and was seeing a man in a lizard costume behind his back. she had used the “kidnappings” as an excuse. and he believed it. once he found out about her backstabbing he banished her from the kingdom, never to be seen again. he didn’t want to do it, because deep down in his heart the fire still burned aflame for her. but he knew he had to let her go, so he did. mario spent his time dwelling in the kingdom, a lot of the time being seen either crying or eating a lot of comfort meals. but because toad and toadette ran away, no one was there to check up on him. except for his old friend waluagi. it had been years since waluagi had seen his old pal and wanted to check up on him.

little did he know, that call would change his friends life.

brrrring! brrring! brrring!

mario ignored the ringing, his face smooshed down into his dirty pillow. he had cried the night before again, and felt absolutely no energy to pick it up. until it rang once more.

brrrring! brrring! brrring! brrr-

mario fiercely grabbed his phone and answered it without looking at the caller id.

“what the hell do you want?” mario asked in an annoyed tone. no one ever called him, why now?

it was silent for a moment and mario was about to hang up before he heard a gruff voice from the phone. “ah, hello? hello? is this, er, mario?” the gruff voice asked. wait a minute. mario recognized that voice. “WALUAGI?” he asked in surprised, sitting straight up so the blankets uncovered his hairy chest. again, no one had ever called him. he thought waluigi retired and lived at a nursing home.

a loud laugh erupted from the phone, causing mario to slightly pull the phone away from his big ass ear. “yeah! mario, how’s it goin? haven’t seen you, since.. er, the uh, peach days.” waluigi said, the enthusiasm in his voice going down at the end. even though mario was still sensitive about that topic, he was focused on his old pal calling him after years of no contact. he cleared his throat awkwardly. “er, yeah, i think so.” he said with a fake chuckle. “Why don’t i stop by the kingdom so we could chat huh? bring some of your favorite pasta, how about that?” waluigi suggested. he wanted to see how mario turned out honestly. people always spread rumors about how mario let himself go and became a downer but waluigi wanted to see that for himself. mario wasn’t expecting the offer though. mario usually wasn’t a self conscious person- again, until the whole peach situation- and he admits he got bigger and his mustache has gotten a bit wild. mario didn’t want his friend to see him like that, he wanted his friend to think, “wow, mario hasn’t changed since i’ve seen him!”

“Er, how about next week? I’ve got, uh, a lot of.. cleaning up to do! rabbits trashed the place.” mario said with a sigh, rolling his eyes. he feigned annoyance as if waluigi could see him. waluigi sensed that mario was lying, but shook the feeling off. “Heh, good luck with that bud. See you next saturday?” “next saturday, mhm.” mario confirmed, swinging his legs over the bed to slide his feet into his house slippers. “Got it. See you saturday, mario.” waluigi said gruffly, hanging up before mario even got a chance to respond. hearing a small beep, he threw his phone beside him and sighed. “It’s gonna be a long week.”

and he was right.

he worked out and got back into shape (listen ik that’s not realistic but it’s fucking fiction about mario and cat boy kouda alright) and even cleaned up a little bit. his mustache was trimmed and shiny again, and plus he fight into his old overalls and red long sleeves. he had a bit of brightness and life in his big blue eyes again, feeling new and improved. he had even made a little meal for him and waluigi. pancakes, bacon that was a little burnt, and some scrambled eggs with fresh orange juice. mario tried as much as he could to cook, as he was used to toad making his food. mario was just finishing setting the last glass of orange juice down when he heard a knock at the door. “coming!” mario said, hurrying to the kingdom door. he open it, revealing a hunched over old man in purple long sleeves and some overalls. even though his mustache pointed down instead of being high and pointy, you could still tell it was him.

“Waluigi!” he gave the fellow old man a hug. Mario would never admit it, but having arms around him felt nice and warm. “Long time no see, huh?” waluigi joked. they both chuckled, until mario pat waluigi on the back. “come on in, come on in, i made food!”

- time skip 🤩 -

“a what baby?” mario asked waluigi, confused. “a sugar baby. I think it’ll be, er, beneficial to you.” waluigi grumbled. Mario sighed, facing the computer in front of him. He was on http://SugarHoney.com, a website for sugar babies and sugar mommies/daddies to find each other. “How will giving someone my money benefit me?” waluigi laughed. “you won’t be the only one giving. they’ll give you love and support in return.” mario didn’t seem convinced, waluigi could tell by the “what the hell” look on his face. waluigi sighed. “Just look at the profiles, lots of cute boys and girls there yeah?” he suggested, leaning back into the chair. Mario sighed. “Alright.”

and mario scrolled and scrolled and scrolled. “There’s no one interesting enough here.” mario complained.

“Give it here!” waluigi said in annoyance, tugging the computer away from him. “That’s because you’re not looking at the premium people.” waluigi grumbled after looking at the profiles. “here.” waluigi clicked on the premium tab. the premium tab was exclusively for the, how should i say it, *interesting* people on the website. mario sighed, grabbing the computer to search profiles once again. a few minutes passed, and mario still hadn’t found anyone that interested him. his eyes were still glued to the screen though. “waluigi, i don’t think that anybody- mama mia!” if the 😍emoji was real, that would be mario’s face.

arkouda chisaki.

major.

loves pasta.

cat boy.

he had just found the perfect one for him.

——

arkouda was sitting in the drivers seat of his car with his friends, waiting to be next in line at wendy’s. “soo why did you decide to be a sugar baby again?”

sisi asked. “do you see how much money they make sisi?” even though the question was rhetorical, sisi shook her head. kouda rolled with it anyway. “a lot. a whole lot.” he answered, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “I wanna be a sugar baby.” jailani announced randomly, obviously intrigued. Kouda sighed. “Lani, you’re a minor. You can’t do that.” “No no no, but what if i just support them from a distance with encouraging words and they give me money!” “I would much rather get frog stuffed animals than money.” Khloe added, holding her own giant stuffed frog. Kouda only laughed. He pulled up to the drive thru of wendy’s, putting his car in park. “Alright, what do y’all want?” Kouda asked everyone, scratching his cat boy ears (🤩). “A strawberry lemonade!!”sisi answered with a warm smile on her face. “Just a sprite please!” khloe said, poking her head in the middle of sisi and kouda. “Baconator!“ lani responded.

After he ordered everyone’s food along with his chicken sandwich and a cherry mello yello, he drove by a little spot in the woods he knew of. kouda got out of the car, holding the bags of food while sisi and khloe held their drink and lani held a pink and white picnic blanket. They all headed towards their usual hang out spot in a comfortable silence, nearing closer and closer the clearing. lani set down the blanket, mumbling about how if she feels a bug on her she’ll sob. sisi and khloe laughed, setting their drinks down where they were going to sit. “Bugs aren’t that bad lani!” sisi said, sitting down behind her drink. “Yeah dude, they’re adorable.” kouda said, setting the bags down in the middle. Lani rolled her eyes, ignoring the twos words.

soon everyone was happily enjoying their meal/drinks, talking about trauma, character anons, memes and shit about each other. yknow, the normal stuff. until someone’s phone goes off.

Sisi looks at everyone like 👀 because she put her phone on silent. khloe took out her phone and checked her notifications, but quickly put it back away. “nope!” lani shook her head without even caring to look. “my ringtone isn’t boring like that.” she huffed. kouda rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. he got one notification.

http://SugarHoney.com: You’ve got (1) daddy request! From: papamari0

[afishcalledfatin]

Dr SEO

ALL MY COVERS HAVE THE NAME INSOMNIAC BECAUSE THIS WAS FROM MY OTHER ACCOUNT!!

pairing: doctors! Johnny x female reader

summary:  in which Johnny is a medical physician who makes dad jokes and uses vine references and like every typical fanfic, he falls in love with you.

Genre: FLUFF

A/N: Hello everyone! Fafa here, this is my first story and I hope you like it:)

He probably works in the emergency ward as an emergency physician

Now imagine Johnny in a white lab coat and scrubs. Oh, or a shirt and slacks. Oomph.   

Everyone has a crush on him and his other doctor friends.

When he’s on break he starts telling dad jokes and puns to lighten the mood.

Now, imagine your schools popular and good looking guy group. It's just that these boys are doctors and aren’t assholes as everyone portrays. They are the sweetest bunch.

WILL WRITE ABOUT THEM TOO DON’T WORRY

He will also listen to your rant while tending to you.

“AND HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO PUSH ME LIKE THAT.” “mhm mhm whatta dick” as he cleans the blood off.

Patients are normally shook after seeing his face and height.

I mean, have you seen him? Hellur sur.

Will drink coffee all the time. No matter where he is, he's either holding a coffee mug or flask

Starts skipping in the ward when he sees Dr Jung with a bag of food that he bought for him.

“You are a blessing.” “Johnny, I have work to do.”

Sometimes uses memes and vine references for anything

*woman is freaking out over her son* “Calm down you don’t want to Panic! at the Disco.”

You can literally hear sighs and facepalms all around the ER.

Has a heavenly voice that can make any baby stop crying.

One of the most chillest doctors in the entire hospital right after Dr Moon.

He is either “sleep is for the weak or sleep for a week.”

Can be a bit worrying sometimes.

Will probably buy you a drink if you did well in a surgery or something. If you’re extra special, you might get a muffin. Only his group of friends have received muffins.

Ships residents, interns and nurses. He discusses it with his friends in the break room. Fan wars will occur.

“I ship [interns name] with [interns name].”

“exCUSE ME, DR LEE TAEYONG? I DISAGREE WHOLE HEARTEDLY.”

And you can suddenly hear a group of grown men arguing about which is the more superior ship.

Besides all the funny stuff, he is super dedicated and hardworking. He doesn’t care if he won’t meet someone, he is focused on working hard.

Scary Johnny is something you NEVER want to witness.

He will keep it all in before he snaps and boy it isn’t pretty. He has made residents and interns cry before but he would cool off and go talk with said person to have a better understanding with the problem. It doesn’t happen often though, so you must’ve really messed up if he yells at you.

Children love him. The hospital he works in is close to a school. So if any emergency happens, the teachers would send the student to that hospital.

Will visit the student if he/she gets admitted.

He would ask the student how they are feeling and would tell them to be more careful. Would get them a balloon or a flower arrangement.

He gets sad when he sees kids leave the hospital. He’s also happy that they are well. It’s a bittersweet feeling.

May seem intimidating but is honestly the biggest fluff.

According to the doctors, he gives the best hugs.

Yo, imagine a hug from Johnny. [ I NEED A FEW MINUTES TO CALM DOWN.]

Okay, I’m cool.

Anyways, how did he meet you?

Well, you transferred to his hospital because the board thinks you are super talented in your job and all that jazz. You were also an emergency physician.

You and Dr Nakamoto were friends in Medical school. When he found out you were gonna work in his hospital, he wanted you to meet all of his friends.

When you met them, you died on the inside. HOW ARE THEY ALL SO GOOD LOOKING?

You had met everyone but Dr Seo. After your meeting, you were given a tour by Yuta.

“Oh, we might meet Dr Seo there.” You were really worried that Yuta’s friends might not like you but he reassured you that they already loved you.

“IS THAT NAKAMOTO YUTA? IN THE EMERGENCY WARD?” You hear someone yell out.

You suddenly see a tall ass boi running towards the both of you.

Yknow how you died on the inside when you saw the doctors? Yeah, you were officially deceased when you saw Dr Seo.

He was wearing his scrubs and his black hair was slightly messy. His smile was adorable and he was exceptionally fit.

When Johnny saw you, his first thought was “oh my god shes so small. must protect.” Then again he was the height of a coconut tree.

You introduced yourself to him and told him you were excited to start working with him.

And low and behold, the Dr Seo was blushing.

“Hyung, are you blushing?” Yuta laughed. Johnny covered his face. “No… the weather has been so hot recently and OH MY GOD LOOK AT THE TIME DR NAKAMOTO YOU SHOULD GET BACK TO WORK.” He ran away.

Dr Nakamoto nudges you “You see? You’ll be fine.” He leaves you there dumbfounded.

You get started on work. You start to get to know Dr Seo and how funny he is.

When you both have nothing to do, you have a dad jokes war.

You’re pretty sure the nurses are tired of hearing them.

One day, a huge accident happened which included several kids. Alot of them lost their lives and you felt most responsible. They had lost too much blood and they arrived at the hospital late.

You sat in that room crying your eyes out. The blood of so many on your scrubs. You scolded yourself on how you could’ve and should’ve done better.

You didn’t even know Johnny was looking for you. Truth to be told, he was starting to have feelings for you. You were dedicated and understanding. You were a complete dork but when you were being professional, he would find that hot.

You heard the door slowly open.

“Y/N?” You heard him say.

He sat in front of you and placed you in his lap. You hugged him tightly and cried in the crook of his neck.

He rubbed soothing circles on your back. His other hand stroking your head softly. He kissed your temple. Telling you everything was going to be okay.

“Hey, shhh. You worked hard and long today. Those kids are in a better place now. They would be telling you that you did well and that they are happier now.” He said softly. This was the first time you broke down in front of him.

You felt better and the both of you started getting closer. He would hug you if he noticed you were feeling down. You would also do the same. The hugs were a source of comfort for both of you. When both of you hugged, everything you worried about was suddenly gone.

You would also notice how he got you muffins after every surgery.

The other doctors also noticed this and would tease you both.

One night, the both of you were allowed to go sleep for a few hours because your shift ended. You slept on the top bunk while he slept on the bottom bunk.

A few hours into your nap, you suddenly heard Johnny scream. You fell off the top bunk and groaned. You sat there for a few seconds before you heard a soft sob.

You looked up at him and you found him crying in his sleep.

You woke him up and he looked at you with red eyes.

“Oh Johnny…” you crawled into bed with him and you let him cry. He hugged you tightly. Softly crying into your chest.

A few hours later, the both of you talked about it.

When he first transfered to the hospital, he was already in the emergency ward. An old friend of his had been hit by a car. He panicked when he saw him and he couldn’t function properly. The friend died and he has dreams of that friend.

“I was new, I couldn’t process that he was lying there unconscious and bloody. I thought everything was a lie and my seniors told me to get a grip. I wasn’t quick enough and he…” he broke down once more.

You automatically held him.

Both of you were there for each other and without realising you’ve fallen for each other.

Mark and Donghyuck would tease the both of you the most.

Johnny would talk about how much he liked you to Jaehyun and Taeyong.

You would tell the same thing to Sicheng.

One night, you overheard Sicheng tell Taeyong that you liked Johnny. You were about to scold Sicheng but you also heard Taeyong tell him that Johnny liked you.

“Johnny really loves her man. He would always tell me stories of her and ask me how he should tell her. This is the first time I’ve seen him like this.”

You texted Johnny. “URGENT! NEED TO TALK TO YOU RN! MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT! OUR ROOM.”

“GORL CALM DOWN IM ALREADY THERE.”

You let out a shaky breath as you turned the knob.

“Why? What happened?” He asked urgently. You looked at him.

“Seo Youngho.” Johnny’s eyes widen. “Oh my god I swear to god I didn’t do it.” You laugh and ran to him with open arms. Your hug was so strong it pushed both of you onto the sofa.

“Oof, sis I get it I’m nice to hug.” He said underneath you. You giggled as you looked down at him. He pushed a strand of your hand behind your ear.

HERES IT COMES

so, your confident ass kissed Mr Seo.

And he was not expecting it.

“Oh shit, Johnny I’m sorry.” You were about to get off but he pulled you back down and kissed you back, more passionately.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that to happen.” He kissed you again, his soft lips moving against yours.

“Soo, I guess both of you are official now?” Doyoung says as he stood in front of the door.

You jumped off of Johnny.

“BRO?” He says. Doyoung smiles and runs off to tell the rest of the group.

You sat there, slightly blushing. He slings his arm around your shoulder. You lean on his shoulder.

“We should prepare for the teasing.” “Yeah, we could or we could stay here and continue?”

He locks the door and pulls you back into a kiss.

Hello~ I don’t actually know how the medical world works, I only know the basics. I deeply apologize if there are mistakes

Credits to the owner of the photo.