#everytime i think about it i want to bang the writers' head together and ask them whyyyyyyyyy

[pollyna]

Sometimes, i forget how Timeless was going into the right direction, had all the ingredients to pull out the ✨️perfect✨️ main ship but then they got lazy and decided to fuck everything over in the last ten minutes of the Special.

[kyanmapng]

lee suho boyfriend headcanons.

listen to love so fine by cha eunwoo.

˗ˋˏ author’s note ˎˊ˗

i shall ignore kdrama suho and it’s all about webtoon suho. it’s finally time for me to (hopefully) do him some justice when tb writers decided to make him...like that. i tried to focus on different things from seojun. hope you will enjoy it. feel free to talk to me about any headcanons! 

suho is all about nagging you about your health and studying, making it seem like he is harsh and blunt, but his eyes always soften after. sometimes he pushes too hard and it can hurt, but he realizes his mistakes early on and learns from them. he doesn’t make them twice, ever. 

since he is used to being alone, he still gets little spooked by incoming messages and calls. it always makes his heart melt when you call him just to tell him you wanted to hear his voice and that you are bringing some snacks while he studies. 

at first, he is little unsure about texting, is he bothering you? does this sound too bland? should he add some emojis? but he never uses them, so will you be creeped out? he is the king of overthinking for no reason. 

looks up so many date ideas and creates folders on his pc for them. and he learned the hard way about asking people on the internet for advice. 

suho does the whole gentleman shebang - opening doors, pulling out chairs, walking on the side closer to cars,... people look at him with heart eyes wherever you two are because he is so prince-like, but he is focused on you and ignores it. 

but suho is not all prim and proper, he knows how to tease once he is comfortable (and to ever date someone he has to be). 

since webtoon suho is taking cooking classes, imagine this. suho teaching you how to cook, him being all focused and explaining in simple terms and looking out for you so you don’t cut yourself, while you get dazed by the visuals and his calming voice. before you know he is looking at you and asking if you are listening (even though he already knows the real answer). “once more than, but i won’t repeat it again.” he says and steps behind you showing you how to safely cut the onion. (he knows it’s sort of a low blow, but he can’t help himself)

asking suho for pads or tampons is such a funny thing. he has a poker face throughout but inside his mind, there are sirens and alarms blaring. he agrees right away and listens tentatively for what to buy and comes back with the crazy amount and pink cheeks because the ladies in the there cooed at him and gave him tips (more than he bargained for). he has a hard time meeting your eyes for a few minutes. 

suho does a lot of things with a poker face but internally screaming. he had a whole plan for meeting your parents, but then your parents just decided to show up without calling you and he was severely underprepared with your pink frilly apron on and his bangs up because they’ve gotten too long. you had to jump in and save him, but he still has nightmares about it. 

suho enjoys all domestic vibes he can. since he didn’t get to enjoy them while he was young, he wants to have a fill of it now. if you sleep over he likes to braid your hair and play with it while you are watching movies together, bonus points if it puts you to sleep he melts inside and just carries you to bed and looks at you for a while, pushing the little hairs out of your face. (definitely teases you for drooling on his pillow in the morning, because he can be cute AND savage, it’s a package deal.)

your favorite thing is when suho gets so serious talking about ghosts or aliens and horoscopes. he throws scientific studies and numbers like it’s nothing and moves so animatedly. you zone out halfway through but keep on smiling at him like an idiot because he is just such a dorky nerd. (just for the fun of it sometimes you send him his daily horoscope and when it comes true suho gets huffy lol.)

he is big on forehead kisses and hair kisses. arm over your shoulder and soft smooch into your hair. doesn’t get embarrassed by pda (but he has limits - holding hands, pecks, hugs,... but no make-out sessions outside.) he is a private kinda guy. 

somehow he always knows what you need and has it prepared. be it notebooks, pens, sweets. he definitely stocks up on sweets for you but he doesn’t let you overeat ever. his main priority is your health. 

even though i say he is a softie for his lover, he doesn’t bend rules for his lover often. the sweets things is one of them. but he still changes throughout the relationship, before he was a lot harder on himself, but thanks to his significant other he learns to stop being his own worst enemy, he starts enjoying being more spontaneous and let loose.  

suho doesn’t date without thinking about the future. he wouldn’t waste time with someone he couldn’t see having a future. not that i’m saying he is thinking about marriage but … yes i am. this ties to the domesticity, when he feels like these everyday things feel so good and fun he can’t help it but feel fuzzy inside. he wants to be the best for you, he would never let himself become like his father. 

also imagine reading sessions. sitting on a couch, your legs over his lap and his hand resting on your knee, while you sneak peeks over your own book. this often leads to cuddle sessions where you talk about the books you read and fall asleep in each other’s arms. being lazy and letting time fly. 

living with him would be a dream because he never skips on doing chores but also always makes sure you don’t forget them either. (sometimes you wish he won’t remember to tell you, but he does EVERYTIME without fail. but there are times where you just don’t have the time and he does your half of chores as well without telling you, after you come back and panic about chores, he just pats your head and tells you not to worry about it.) 

i feel like since he has quite a bit of time, he would maybe consider having a pet (if you ask he can’t say no honestly). i think he would start off tame, with maybe a hamster and he would read up all about taking care of it. and seeing him playing with the hamster is truly a highlight, he even lectures it if it bites him or you (when he thinks you can’t hear him that’s it.)

[blue-pastel-cat]

Xiaobedo Fanfic Recommendation

Welcome to my personal “if you are new to xiaobedo peeps please read these” list. As said before this is my personal list so please feel free to reblog/comment/hit me for not including any gem here. I might miss a lot of them because I am drunk or blind. (mostly have them on my to read and then forgot as I am being assault by real life shit).

I would like to say first that so far there are 150+ Xiaobedo fics on Ao3. I can’t review all of them but I can say that I have read a majority of them. Most of them are just pure love and I would like nothing more than a thousands thank you for all the fic writers who spent their free time writting these gems for us to read for free. But these...these takes the cake as it finds a special landing spot in my heart that I would just thrust them into someone’s hand if they say “I am new to this ship can you recommend me?”

1. Orange dust by bobamilkteas (Wes)

In which Xiao learns to open himself up to the world a little more after the collapse of Rex lapis's contracts but it was not always easy for a soul doomed to eternal damnation. Meanwhile, Albedo liked to tempt fate where the extraordinary are concerned.

If only the traveler's comrades are made of saner bunch.

Comment: Long ago when I like both Albedo and Xiao as a character, I was wondering hmmm....will anyone actually even write about them lmao they never met each other. I am surprise to see this one as the 3rd fic in the whole 3 Xiaobedo fic on Ao3 (yeah back when there’s literally only 3 fic for this couple). I was like I’ll read it for the curiosity, I’ll probably won’t ship them. And that people is how I put my clown make up on my face upon finishing reading it. This ONE fic alone convert me into a devotee of Xiaobedo. Please consider joining me in this circus if you want to know what is Xiaobedo. I would put this as the first of my “Big 3″

Orange Dust also come with its compliation of short stories over the course of the game and a big sequel to it. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

2. Solar Wind by birdpriestess (Sparrow)

For the yaksha, his duty was his life, and his life was his duty. No human could ever hope to understand the eternal war he fought out of sight and in silence.

So why, then, did he feel that Albedo would understand?

---

Finding himself at death's door once more, Xiao is saved by a surprising person, setting off the unlikeliest of adventures.

Comment: Do you like crying? Do you like the feeling of getting your heart ripped into pieces as the author destroy your emotions over the end of each chapter as the story picked up the climax? Yeah, this one is for you masochists. The action, the characterisation, the drama THE EMOTIONS OH WOW. I kid you not that it was so good I read this while workinng when I am not suppose to me. Also, this fic has my favourite characterisation of Gold ever. I love that dramatic queen Mad Alchemist. AND DAIN. I LOVE DAIN IN THIS FIC. Our dearest Sparrow manage to toy with our feelings like how I bully ruin guard for big numbers lmao. This is the secound of “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list.

Again, just like Orange Dust, Solar Wind comes with its own compliation of short stories of what came after that. Please also consider reading ALL OF THEM.

3. Castle of Glass by AlchemicalStardust (Morgie) 

A black shadow rises over Huaguang Stone Forest. Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, Albedo flees the shaking ground and the crash of boulders tumbling form the sky. As the dust settles, Albedo finds a young man – an Adeptus – amidst the carnage. Despite the karmic agony ripping his body from the inside, Xiao’s only question is “How?” How did a human survive after witnessing his battle?

Comment: The last of the “Big 3″ of my Xiaobedo list. And it is still on going! Castle of Glass? More like I AM IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTIONS! Have you read a fic about 2 people yearning, longing, reaching out for each other so damn well that you just want to throw your phone in the air as they both had their impending doom coming down upon them? Yeah this is one of them. You will like want to be stuck in the moment they express how much they just yearn for each other’s love and care that you want to shake the author for what comes next. Like...everytime Morgie update I am expressing my gratitude at the end of the chapter by writing on Xiaobedo discord “MORGIE COME HERE AND LET ME BONK YOU WHY ARE YOU ENDING IT THERE”

trust me when you read you will def feel the same. With just Big 3 and their compliation alone that would give you like a LONG list of reading already LMAOOOOOOO

4. Find a place to call it home  by yamajiroo 

Our room, he said. Xiao’s brow twitches. Zhongli never said anything about this. But then again, perhaps he should anticipate this from the beginning...

Xiao looks over at Albedo, who is now tilting his head, his look as innocent as ever.

“Are you not okay with sharing a room?”

Comment: College AU for Xiaobedo! One thing that I love this is the slow burn and what made me LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic more is how cute Klee is in this fic. Their relationship in this one is very simple, but that simplicity highlight why their chemistry work. Xiao is someone who was just very gentle, who was largely misunderstood by his lonesome nature. Albedo was someone who like peace and quite in his introvert bubble. And how they respect that bubble that each other has actually made their relationship work. I love it when fic highlight this and this one captures it.

5. I Can't See Your Face From the Other Side of the Classroom by MissWeaver  

When Albedo and Xiao unexpectedly start eating lunch together, they begin to find that they have more in common than anyone would have realized. They both struggle in their own ways with blossoming feelings, too many assignments, and annoying classmates as they navigate a relationship for the first time.

Comment: I’ll be honest, I usually hate high school au just because its so cliche. I don’t even watch and drama/anime surrounds high school student anymore LMAOOO (unless it’s very good). So if there’s an high school AU that I actually keep come back and read after a couple of chapters, it means that the cliche that I hate wasn’t there or barely was there at all. The pinning in this fic makes me want to bang their head together sometimes LMAOOO The tag wasn’t kidding when they said both Xiao and Albedo are bad at feelings. Also that’s a lot of heart broken caused by these two idiots XD

6. new world, same me, same bullshit  by  bobamilkteas (Wes)

At the belly of Dragonspine, Albedo lost control to the festering corruption that permeated his senses and watched, from the recesses of his mind, as his devoured body turned his allies into enemies. Before his rampage reached its climax, he is sealed in a crystalized confinement by the last hand of Reindottir, where he then reawakens centuries after, in a rebooted Teyvat.

Comment: Yeah I know it was list in Orange Dust but here me out. This sets out in an entirely different universe. And if you like Polyamory, this one has Zhongli joining the duo and I love it because I also love ZhongXiao with my life. Time Travel is my biggest kink. Especially when I am the person who love it when people explore Archon War era/ Alatus!Xiao. So this one hits double of my kink. Of course it is still on going and I will bully Wes whenever I can to see that new chapter. Albedo is a total fucking badass in this story and I completely agree from using him in Abyss so often. Everyone should write badass Albedo.

7. misplaced heart of mine by  inkburn           

“If you are ill, then you should be resting at home. In Mondstadt.” He emphasized Mondstadt with a pointed look in his direction.

“I assure you I won’t be troublesome, Adeptus Xiao,” Albedo said, “You’ll find I’m a rather low-maintenance traveler.”

“Travel,” Xiao scoffed, “without airstep?”

Albedo looked him up and down. “Are your legs just for decoration?”

(albedo is sent to liyue on mandatory vacation. xiao is his unfortunate bodyguard.)

Comment: Most of the time you will see Albedo and Xiao starting their relationship with one of them taking interest in another. But this one took another approach, they starting off by make them hating each other’s guts LMAOOOO and I live for every second of it. There’s only 1 chapter so far but wow it was SOOO GOOD. I am really really excited for next chapter and is waiting patiently ;w;

8.  Blossom of Grace  by birdpriestess  

One day in Liyue Harbor, Albedo watches a street performance by an enigmatic dancer named Xiao. And he becomes completely obsessed.

Comment: Have you ever look at Xiao fight and thinking that he’s one of the most beautiful deadly thing ever? How it was like he was dancing around the battlefield? How about actual dancer Xiao being so absolutely beautiful and perfect and that slow burn of Albedo falling in love with that beauty with a touch of Modern AU and cute Ganyu as the Wing woman. Yes, Sparrow delivers yet again another beautiful slow burn and while it’s still ongoing it is worth the read.

9. i think we could make this work (could get used to this) by outspaced               

“Xiao? What are you doing out here?”

“I—”

“It’s raining,” Albedo says, as if it isn’t obvious. “You could get struck by lightning.”

“What are you doing out here then?” Xiao does the only thing he knows how to do, he challenges Albedo. “It’s raining.”

Albedo just hums. “If I get struck by lightning, it’s for science.”

Comment: A short one-shot where I read the summary and went “This is it... this is their relationship.” I am sold immediately. Oh god Albedo why are you like this.

10. Ephemeral by criedprinz        

“It’s not for your investigation, is it?” Aether asked mildly.

Albedo traced a finger around the sketchbook, considering the question. “No,” he admitted finally. “I... I just want to see them again.”

He opened the sketchbook to reveal the drawing he’d just finished. Aether nodded, clearly recognizing the sharp golden eyes.

“Xiao,” he said. “You were rescued by an adeptus.”

When a visit to Dragonspine goes horribly wrong, Albedo is rescued by an unknown stranger, wielding powers he's never heard of. Led on a search to find out who it is, he finds himself in the middle of an unforgettable encounter..

Comment: A really really well written one-shot that I love. The yearning oh godddd the yearning from Albedo side is just so so much that I have to put it here. (I think you can see the trend here lmao. I am a sucker for yearning). And the moment they get to meet each other again is just chef kiss. MWHAA

11. Idle Yaksha, Brilliant Yaksha by Pit0fTheEarth

Alatus didn’t have a lot of responsibilities to keep. He spent most of his days dancing across the sky and eating away all nightmares that plagued a person’s sleep.

But one fortunate encounter led to too many unfortunate ones, taking his carefree existence and plunging it in darkness. His wings, stripped from him. His gentle touch, replaced by an unforgiving grip of destruction.

There was a lot of blood on his hands. With each passing moment, it became harder for Alatus to recall the last time someone gently held him.

Comment: This is one of the ongoing fic where I am very very much excited on the take of Naberius. And the way the author portray Xiao when he’s still the innocent Alatus is just *clench fist*. Baby ;w; Baby why do you have to lose all that innocence. Also the fic has long LONG flashback to Xiao past and his relationship with Naberius. We are unwielding more what happened to both of them and why perhaps does this have to do with Albedo.

That’s it for now, might add more later! Thank you <3

[maylovexhs]

everytime - GOLDEN HOUR (Chp. 26)

Author’s Note: I would like to thank miss Kacey Musgraves. That’s it. That’s all I have to say. (This is my new favorite chapter. And it’s a tear jerker) - May.

Catch up on everytime here

August 26th, 2019.

*HARRY'S POV*

"Sam's son just got engaged" My mother said. 

"Jack?" Gemma asked. "The youngest one?"

My mother nodded.

"Mhmm" She said. "Sam said he proposed on his girlfriend's birthday a few days ago"

A bee closely flew next to my face. I flinched, waving my hand at it away. My sister smirked at my response. Why did we choose to have breakfast in the backyard again?

"Did he?" I asked. "Didn't they just get together?"

"Yes but they have been friends since university" My mother said. "They already set a wedding date?"

"Which is?" Gemma asked.

"June 28th" My mother said.

"Next year?" I asked. "They want to wait a year?"

"Are they going to be moving in first?" Gemma asked.

"I don't know" My mother said. "You have to ask them"

My phone vibrated on the table. 

"But a year?" Gemma asked. "Most people get marry months after they get engaged"

I picked my phone up from the table, looking at the screen. I smiled. 

"Who's that?" Gemma asked.

I looked to Gemma.

"Just Y/N" I said, setting my phone down on the table. 

"Aren't you going to answer?" My mother asked me.

"Not at breakfast" I said.

"Oh, you sound ridiculous" Gemma said to me. "Just answer her already"

I looked to my mom, giving me an approving look. I picked up my phone again, answering Y/N's facetime.

"Hi" I said. "What's up?"

"Just returning your call from yesterday. I was busy with a photoshoot" Y/N said. "Anyways, what's going on with you?"

"We're having a family day" I told her, showing Gemma and my mother to her.

"Hi Anne!" Y/N said, waving to her. "Hey Gemma"

"Hi darling!" My mother said to her. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing really" Y/N said. "Just writing little pieces of songs in my hotel room. Nothing else"

"That doesn't sound like nothing" I commented.

"Ooh!" My mother said, excited. "You should come out to dinner with us later. Gemma wants to go to an Italian place. What is it called again?"

"It's Italian" Gemma said. "Doesn't matter the name"

My mother rolled her eyes at Gemma.

"What do you say, Y/N?" My mother asked her. "Us and Italian?"

I looked to Y/N, who seemed hesitant.

"I would love to" Y/N said. "But I don't want to come if that means I ruin your family day"

"Oh, nonsense!" My mother said. "We all love you. You're already family to us"

"Come on" I begged Y/N. "You want to spend the rest of the day in your hotel room?"

Y/N bit her lip, tempted. She sighed, giving in. 

"Alright, I'll come" She said. "Where's the place?"

"I'll send you it later" I told her.

"Tell her to wear white" Gemma said. "Can't have her breaking the rule"

"And Gemma says to wear white" I passed on to Y/N.

"Wear white" Y/N said, nodding. "Got it"

"We'll see you soon" My mother said to her.

"Okay" Y/N said. "See you soon. Bye!"

Y/N hung up the call on me. I set my phone down on the table. Gemma and my mother looked to each other, smirking.

"What's that look for?" I asked them. 

Gemma sipped on her cup of tea. My mom turned to me.

"Do you ever think of getting back with Y/N?" My mother asked me.

I raised my eyebrows at her, confused and repulsed.

"No, no" I said, shaking my head. "We tried that for a month and that went nowhere"

"Dating for three weeks isn't a relationship" Gemma said. "It's a fling"

"We both agreed we are better off as friends" I said. "And Y/N really isn't what I'm looking for in a person"

"She was when you dated her" Gemma commented.

I crossed my arms at her.

"Honey, we're just saying Y/N seems good for you" My mom said. "You seem so happy when she's around. We just want to see you happy"

"I am happy" I told her. "But I don't love Y/N, not in that way."

Gemma and my mother looked to each other. My mother sighed, letting this conversation be over. My mother looked to Gemma.

"How's Michal's new job?" My mother asked her.

"It's been alright so far" Gemma said. "Not complaining yet"

I took a sip of tea from my cup.

Y/N . . . nope. Never again.  

Later. 5 PM.

"And cheese!" My mother said.

I smiled at my mother as she took the picture. She looked at her phone.

"Aww" She blushed. "My babies"

I removed my arm around Gemma. I took my phone out of my pocket, going to my messages.

"No word yet?" Gemma asked me.

"Nope" I said. "Sent her a text fifteen minutes before. Nothing yet"

"Shall we just go in then?" Gemma asked Mum. "She'll probably come when we are ordering"

"Let me give her a call again" I said.

I tapped on Y/N's name on my screen. I pressed my phone to my ear, hearing it ring. I looked in the distance, the phone ringing another few seconds. I squinted my eyes, seeing a woman looking similar to Y/N walk down the block towards me. I hung the phone up, seeing Y/N more clearer as she walked over to us. Her hair was up in a bun, her bangs shining and covering her forehead. She was wearing a white button down shirt with matching white shorts. Didn't expect her to wear converse though but at least they were white.

"Oh, Y/N!" My mother blushed. "You look absolutely beautiful. I forgot when was the last time I saw you" 

"Definitely more than a year ago" Y/N answered, hugging her. "How long have you been waiting for me?"

"Oh, not long" My mother said as they separated from each other.   I smirked, seeing Gemma roll her eyes.

"I've missed you" My mother said to Y/N. "All Harry does is talk about you. Doesn't care to bring you over though"

"Well, I don't blame him" Y/N said. "I've been busy but I've missed you too"

Y/N looked to Gemma, smiling. She had her arms open, ready to hug my sister.

"How are you, Gemma?" Y/N asked. "How's your sunglasses going?"

My sister and Y/N shared a quick hug.

"Quite alright." Gemma said. "More of a writer now"

"Really?" Y/N asked her, excitement in her voice. "You have to tell me about it inside"

Y/N looked to me, smirking as she knew what I was going to say.

"My phone is on five percent" She said. "Didn't want to risk it"

"Couldn't send a text?" I asked.

Y/N shook her head.

"Well, shall we go in?" My mother asked.

Gemma entered the restaurant, holding the door for my mother. I caught the door before it shut, holding it open for Y/N.

"After you" I said to her.

"Thank you" Y/N said, walking inside.

"Mhmm" I nodded, walking after her.

An Hour Later.

Dinner was going alright. Alright as it could ever be going. Y/N and my mother caught up. She told Y/N about our not-so-new cat Evie. Gemma told Y/N about Michal. Y/N was just beginning to tell them about her documantary.

"It's only of the European shows and some interviews" Y/N said. "We're aiming for a Christmas release"

"Christmas?" My mother asked.

"Uh, huh" Y/N said. "Lisa and I think that's the best timing. You know, with the Christmas marketing?"

"We get it" Gemma said. "H's releasing his album around that time too"

"You are?" Y/N asked, turning to me. "I thought you said September"

I shook my head.

"December 13" I said. "The official date"

Y/N smirked at me.

“Can’t wait you own a copy” Y/N said.

“I’ll send you one” I offered her.

Y/N nodded. I looked to my mother and Gemma, both sharing the same look before in the morning when I was on the phone with Y/N.

“Well, we will try to watch your movie when it comes out” My mother said. “It’s always busy at Christmas. Everyone comes over”

“As Harry told me” Y/N said. 

“That reminds me,” My mother said, an idea striking her. “Why don’t you come over for Christmas?”

“Mom-“ I said, trying to stop her as I knew what was coming.

“Harry told me you’re not close with your parents” She said. “I can’t imagine spending the holidays alone”

Y/N blushed. I didn’t know if it was from flattery or awkwardness.

“I think it’s too early to make plans for Christmas, Mom” Gemma said to her.

“I’m just offering” My mother said. “But it’s your choice, Y/N. When Christmas comes around and if you want some company . . . we’re here. You’re always welcomed”

Y/N smiled at my mother.

“Thank you, Anne” Y/N said. “That’s very sweet of you but I always spend the holidays with my sister or my friends. But I’ll keep the invitation in mind if anything changes”

My mother smiled to herself, sitting back. Gemma’s phone started to ring. She took a quick peek of who was calling.

“It’s Chloe” Gemma said.

“Go ahead and take it” My mother said to her.

I nodded at Gemma, giving her my approval. Gemma got up from the table, taking the call and walking out the restaurant. My mother’s attention returned back to Y/N.

“When do end tour again?” My mother asked her. “Next year, right?”

“Uh, yeah” Y/N said. “Next year, October. But I got breaks between each leg so I’m taking it day by day.”

“When’s your next break then?” My mother asked.

“Halloween” Y/N and I said at the same time.

Y/N smiled at me and then looked back to my mother.

“Actually, now you mentioned it . . .you should come to one of my shows” Y/N said. “I’m only here for tomorrow and the day after”

“I would love to come” My mother said. “I have dinner with a friend tomorrow but I’m free the day after”

“So, Harry and you” Y/N said. “Gemma could come too”

“I’ll ask her for you” I said.

Gemma walked back into the restaurant, frustrated.

“Sad to call it quits early but Chloe needs me” Gemma said. “She got locked out of her apartment and she needs somewhere to spend the night at”

Y/N and I looked to each other. Locked out?

“Oh, no” My mother said. “You’re going to pick her up? She could stay at our house”

“I think she would be fine spending it by mine’s” Gemma said. “Do you want to leave with me now or pick you up later?”

“You only brought one car?” Y/N asked us.

“We came together” I said. “Didn’t plan on this happening”

My mother looked to us and then to Gemma, debating what to do.

“I really don’t want to leave you two alone” My mother said to Y/N and I. “I wanted to spend more time with you” She said to Y/N.

“There’s plenty of time to catch up at my show” Y/N said. “And it’s no big deal. Harry and I are fine on our own”

“Go with Gemma” I told my mother. “It’s only a few blocks from my house. I’ll take care of the bill”

My mother smiled at me.

“Take good care of her, will you?” She asked me.

“He will” Y/N said, answering for me. “Always does”

My mother nodded. Gemma and her quickly left, leaving Y/N and I alone. We talked for a bit before finishing eating. I paid for tonight. I asked Y/N if she wanted to walk home with me. She said yes.

“Did I tell you about that time Tom’s daughter almost vomited into my mouth?” I asked Y/N as we walked.

“No” Y/N said. “But you told me once that Lux did”

“I did?” I asked, not remembering when I told her that. 

“Uh huh” Y/N said.

“Well, then” I said. “Did I tell you another baby almost vomiting on me?”

Y/N let out a little laugh, her smile quickly fading away. I stared at her, feeling something was wrong with her. I suddenly remembered my mother’s suggestion about her spending Christmas with us.

“I’m sorry about my mom earlier” I said to Y/N. “I swear I only told her years ago you weren’t close to your parents. I didn’t think she would-“

“It’s alright” Y/N said, stopping me. “I found it sweet that your mother invited me. Don’t get many invites these days to Christmas parties”

“It’s August” I said. “Not supposed to this time”

Y/N chuckled, her smile fading quickly more than before.

“Are you okay?” I asked her. “You look like something is wrong”

“It’s nothing” Y/N said. “Don’t want to bother you with you”

“Why would I be bothered?” I asked her. “Wait,  it’s my mother, isn’t it? You don’t have to lie-“

“No, no, it’s not that” Y/N said, shaking her head. “It’s just Felix. He called me yesterday in the middle of my photoshoot”

"He did?" I asked her. "About what?"

"He's been dating someone" Y/N said. "They've been dating for almost a year. And he got her pregnant . . ."

"Oh" I said, feeling sympathy immediately for Y/N. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, no" Y/N said. "I cried in front of Lisa and Adrian after he told me and I don't want to cry in front of you now-"

"Why?" I asked her. "You cried in front of me before"

"But I don't want to deal with it 'all that' now" Y/N said. "Not yet"

I nodded, understanding her. She still wasn't healed from her miscarriage, or from Felix of that matter.

"Were you writing earlier about him?" I asked Y/N.

"Yeah" Y/N said. "It's just . . . fuck him"

I chuckled at her response.

"Like, fuck him" Y/N said. "How is he so happy about having another baby when we lost ours? It took me a damn year to process it and another year to date again and he just moves on like that"

"You're angry at him" I said. "It's okay to feel that way"

"I know it is, H" Y/N said. "But it's all . . ."

Y/N stopped walking and sighed. I stopped walking and looked to her. Her eyes were tearing up.

"That should be me" Y/N said. "I know I sound jealous but sometimes I think if I didn't have a miscarriage, Felix and I would be so happy together. Felix and I would have never broke up if it wasn't for the baby"

I stared at Y/N, feeling her pain. She had the right to be angry. How could she not be? She was happy, about to have everything she wanted with someone she loved and loved her back. Then, life happened and took her joy away. She was healing from it still. She was healing all alone when she shouldn't be. No one should be alone in pain. 

"Now, he gets to have that life with someone else" Y/N said. "He gets to be happy while-"

I hugged Y/N, wrapping my arms around her body tightly.

"I know" I told her. "It isn't fair. You don't deserve to be in pain. Not alone"

I felt Y/N shift in my arms. I loosened my grip on her, thinking she would want to pull away. Instead, she gripped onto my shirt, holding onto me tightly as she cried. I rested my forehead on the top of her head while rubbing her back. Some people passed us, looking intrigued and confused.

"You don't have to go through this alone" I said to her. "You shouldn't. No one should. I'm here for you. I'm always here for you"

Y/n didn't say anything to me. I figured I shouldn't say anything either. It was best for her to say something first, or at least get herself together first. We stood there, quietly holding each other for a moment. Y/N gently pulled back from me.

"It isn't fair" Y/N said, wiping her cheeks of tears. "But it still hurts"

Some of Y/N's mascara was smeared. Her cheeks were splotchy, red mostly with spots of pink and white from the crying but that didn't matter. I was just happy she was feeling better.

"I'm sorry I ruined your shirt" Y/N said, looking at my shirt. "I got mascara on you"

I looked down at my shirt. She did get mascara on me. That didn't matter either.

I looked back up to Y/N.

"I mean it, Y/N" I told her. "You don't have to go through this alone"

A beam of sunlight perfectly landed on Y/N's face, casting light on her eyes. Y/N smiled at me with her eyes sparkling, having a gleam in them. I felt my heart jolt. Y/N smiled at me hundreds of times before but this one - this one felt different.

"Thank you, Harry" Y/N said. "For always being there for me"

Y/N wrapped her arms around me, gently hugging me. I smiled, embracing her. I felt my heart gave another jolt. 

My heart. Wait. 

Y/N pulled away from me, still smiling. I stared at her.

Oh.

Oh.

[dr-who-said-lgbtq-rights]

i, a fan of superwholock, dissect and give my opinion on the individual shows

idk i thought this would be fun and i currently have 4-5 hours to kill soooo

let’s start with

doctor who

(only new who. i have not seen the older stuff :( )

k. so. i have been a fan of this since i was pretty young. honestly i think i was a little too young to be watching it when my mom first showed me it but that’s beside the point. basically: i really like dr who

this is probably the best show out of superwholock, both in my opinion and in general. however... i am going to be nitpicky bc why not

1. the canon. 

(yes the example is abt a dr who episode)

in short, the canon is comprised of a) retcons and b) contradictions. im not an avid follower of canon with any media but good god nobody can keep up with dr who canon

(i am blaming moffat bc i hate him and i think a lot of it is his fault anyway)

2. representation

honestly, the representation isn’t bad. however, i would describe it less as “good” and more as “a good starting point.”

for example, there is quite a bit of queer rep, POC rep, and a lot of characters are women. however, while this is nice, the show could still use a lot more rep, and the rep it has currently should probably be improved upon (for example: jack harkness is NOT straight, but he falls under the “multi-spec person wants to screw everyone” stereotype (i have not seen torchwood so this may be amended in that i just needed an example off the top of my head)).

3. story

some people yearn for romance. i yearn for the days when the doc would take their companion to some party, flirt with a tree, the companion almost dies while britney spears is playing in the background, etc. etc.

basically, the story starts out nice. just a bunch of goofing off, maybe a “big deal” thing here and there. life was fun.

then, the story changes. (this happened specifically from eleven onward, so yeah you can bet your ass im blaming moffat ‘cuz it’s his fault) things gradually became less fun. conspiracies ran amok; just when you thought it was over, turns out there’s an even bigger part of this plan that what you just defeated. the doc actually started caring about the timeline (what happened to time being wibbly wobbly?) sure, there are still fun episodes where the doc and the companion(s) go out for funsies but it’s just not the same as it was. 

4. morals

morals are good. basically:

you can have a dark past but still have a bright future, and

be kind

bonus 5. cowardice

at least one of the doctors played by one of the male actors should have worn a dress. there were plenty of opportunities but noooooo there’s a gender binary or something (like,,, they’re an alien????? if gender on gallifrey is the same as gender on earth i am going to fly to britain and drop kick some writers)

OVERALL

needs work, but p good and enjoyable.

~~~

now it’s time for 

sherlock

just. um. ohhh boy. basically

but i am going to do my best

1. representation

eugh. representation was baaaad in this. like, i think the only POC in the entire show that had any significance were the Chinese gang members and that is like,,, incredibly poor rep. i think the innkeepers in thob were gay but that’s as far as queer rep goes. there were a few women, i would die for all of them, we need more women. also the “im a high functioning sociopath” line makes me cringe everytime

basically this show had shit representation

2. john

okee he’s a great character right??? the common sense of the operation right??? wrong

he cheated on mary??? and we don’t address it like,,, at all??? it made me so fucking mad. 

(again fuck you moffat and gatiss probably had something to do with it too so im mad at him as well)

3. sherlock

classic “let’s make him a bitch” mistake. needs the stick surgically removed from his ass

4. story

story’s actually not that bad. it’s not like, great or anything but i enjoy it

bonus 5. ending

i just want to address it. i think the ending was p good and yall tjlc-ers are just upset that they didn’t bang or anything. they’re literally living in the same [two-room] flat??? and they’re raising rosie???? TOGETHER???? like what more do you want

anyway sherlock’s ace soooo

OVERALL

eh. needs LOTS of work. i love mrs hudson tho, she’s beautiful

~~~

and finally

supernatural

ohohoh. boooyyyy.

(plz forgive me this is so shitty but i threw it together in like,,, a minute)

1. story

aight so the first five seasons? p good. not much to say there

the other ten? the skill level of the writing went wayyyyyy down but i still enjoyed it

2. representation

this show is notorious for bad rep and for good reason. kevin, our beloved prophet and the only recurring asian-american character? dead. charlie, so nerdy and fun and also a lesbian? dead. castiel, the angel who was totally gay? dead. basically: if you find yourself in spn and you are not a straight white man, etc etc, you are going to a) die or b) die but in a worse way

3. mythology/treatment of religions

okay so. a while back i had a wicca/witchcraft hyperfixation which was closely followed by a general pagan religions hyperfixation, so i know some stuff here and there abt religions.

and good golly does this show make me MAD

why is christianity the central and most powerful religion? (i know why, it’s a rhetorical question) why do you demonize the other religions?? (again it’s rhetorical)

one thing that really annoys me is when they say something is a “pagan god.” like,,, do you know how many gods that contains??? if you didn’t know, a religion is considered pagan if it isn’t under the abrahamic religions umbrella. what are the abrahamic religions, you ask? well, they are christianity, judaism, and islam. literally every other religion ever is a pagan religion. so, when they say “it’s a pagan god,” i cry.

back to demonizing... they literally made a greek muse eat someone. my greek mythology phase ended a long time ago and i didn’t really get into the muses but i am p sure they didn’t eat people. also the fact that it makes hoodoo look dark and stuff when it’s actually more abt peace and healing... i bet ten dollars it’s because hoodoo was created by enslaved african americans

there are so many examples of this show disrespecting religions... i just can’t

4. general notes

(for you himym fans: *saluting* general notes) (sorry i couldn’t resist)

-the filler episodes/episodes where random shit happened were the best

-the finale memes are *chef’s kiss*

-god there’s so much abt this show that i can’t even choose bc my brain is overloading

-am i glad amara wasn’t ganked at the end of s11? yes. am i happy about the dean/amara kiss? gods no

-john winchester 🤝 steven moffat: getting a spot on my “fuck you” list

OVERALL

there is just. so much improvement needed. however if there is an absolute shit show with likeable characters i tend to gravitate to it

~~~

and for funsies let’s talk abt superwholock as a whole

-honestly im a sucker for crossover fandoms. if you scroll far enough on my blog you may find my rotbtd fanart. 

-it’s honestly just a fun idea

-there’s a lot of ways you could make it happen and all of them are fun

-great opportunities for rarepairs so rare no crackshipper has thought of it

~~~

aight that’s it. thank you for reading! if you have any questions abt my opinions abt other aspects of the shows just ask, i like talking abt this

[sukunas-play-thing]

Could i request... fatgum with a quirkless s/o?

((Absolutely Anon bean! I'm hella freakin sorry for the loooooooooong ass wait I had a very very bad case of writers block but this new years I will upload any and all other Requests I received tonight to make up for this. Pls enjoy! I made it a scenario the song "Let Me Be Your Superhero" by Smash Into Pieces was the inspiration for this fic. is female since the gender wasn't specified. ))

//Fatgum: Taishiro Toyomitsu with a quirkless and shy reader//

Word count: 8022

Warnings: swearing, slight nsfw, blood, near death experience.

Taishiro was many things. A kind, sweet, understanding and down to earth individual. Never miss a beat for anniversaries, never shouted at you. Always had a calm demeanor around you.

Hell if he could give you the sun if you asked for it. He would. Your banter would leave people on the sidelines second guessing their own existence, but one thing was for certain. They knew the BMI hero had fallen utterly in love with you.

He'd laugh everytime he'd make even the slightest innuendo. Watch as your face contorted to that of a scowl (not an angry one!) And hide your blush that crept along your skin.

Waiting for him to come home usually was the hard part for you. Worrying every second of everyday for him to walk through that door with food or gifts that he'd unabashedly give you. Sometimes it consisted of you're favorite foods, movies, drinks, some sexy lingerie that complimented every curve, and dip of your thighs. Accentuating your hips and ass. The man lavished you as if you were royalty.

You never would miss a chance to surprise him with gifts. On his days off you both would compromise date ideas, some days you'd go out on the town dressed up, dance and eat. Other times you both would stay home and cook delicious food, occasionally throwing food at one another or feeding food to each other. There were times of heartache, his recent fight with a villain left him in his thin form. When you had visited him in the hospital you brought him takoyaki.

His face went from solemn to the widest grin you'd ever see. "I was. So worried about you."

You hadn't meant to say this out loud

But seeing him so worn and beat broke your heart, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he reached out to you. Taking your small hand into his rather large calloused ones. Stroking the back as if he were holding porcelain.

Without uttering a word he'd brought you to his hospital bed and sitting you on his lap. Taking one arm to wrap around your frame, the other tucking itself under your legs so you'd be sitting sideways on his lap. This moment was met with no words just you and Taishiro and your quiet sobs. Holding your head in the crook if his neck while he shushed you. Cradling you, playing with your hair.

"I- I am not sure how much I can take Tai." You wailed. "What if one day you don't come home? What if-." You hiccuped. Clutching his hospital shirt for dear life and shaking violently.

"What if.. What if one day I have to cone here.. And identity your body!?"

Tai shuddered at the thought, shaking his head he wanted to speak out against such horrible words, to comfort and tell you everything will be okay. That he's okay. But he knows better than that.

He opted to just sitting there, let it you cry it all out. Because right now, he's alive and your alive to him that's all that mattered.

~~

((Please listen to Let me be your hero by Smash into pieces))

The only time you'd see him angry. Well, the rest is history.

It was a hot Saturday evening, sun was setting, the sounds of the bustling city echoing off buildings. People minding their own business, traffic tight as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary.

You sighed checking the clock on your phone. *"We'll it seems I'll be really late coming home to cook dinner."*

Few more minutes had passed and you were finally on the highway to head home, you heard sirens in the distance, looking at your review mirror to figure out where it was coming from you heard a horn from a large vehicle, right as you looked back towards the sound. You were struck hard by another vehicle that was coming from your left down a wrong way. Reflexively you moved your arm to shield your face from oncoming glass debris. You felt your car violently roll toward your right. Everything was Slow motion. Trying to get your bearings together. Even though your car was practically rolling down the road you had just driven on. Your car finally came to a stop, but it had been rolled upside down. Your body had been pinned between your seat and the dash that connected your wheel. It felt as if you'd lost consciousness, your vision blurred back and you were trying to get your surroundings together. You looked out your windshield that was mostly broken, feeling the wind coming through. You seen the vehicle that had hit you, it was just sitting there sirens still in the background you silently prayed it was all an accident and the person responsible would peer out.

But they never did. Soon the car engine had started back up and you could see a silhouette looking right back At you.

You getting hit was an accident, but the person behind the wheel was a villain trying to run from the police. And currently, your upturned vehicle was in their way.

You began to panic. Your hands rushing to pop the seatbelt and get out of this Pile of metal. But the seatbelt had jammed, you tried moving the steering wheel but no avail. Your eyes clouded and you felt hot tears spill as your heart rate increased upon hearing the vehicle rev multiple times.

"HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. PLEASE. " the vehicle began to move, tires burning as it picked up speed, hearing the gears be corrected. The vehicle was coming at you with full speed. Wiggling, banging your hands you tried desperately to get out of the way. Blood spilling from your head when you'd hit it upon impact. A Quirk would have been very helpful right about now

The first thought that came to mind was Tai. How his smile lit up the room everywhere he went. Laughing with him. Kissing him. Seeing him in the hospital.

You cried, and screamed thinking this was the end. Remembering your conversation before hand. Guess you were the one to not come home.

You seen a flash of yellow and black.

Heard a man scream ferociously. Before a loud boom had been heard. Shaking your car. Your eyes softened. It was Tai.

He jumped in the way and let out his spear he had held onto prior before the villain had ran. You saw him standing there victorious, smoke and debris flying around him as if time had slowed down. And for the first time, you thought you'd seen a real Angel. A bright glow emanated around his figure.

You begun to cry, but not from despair or fear. But happiness .

Your superhero had come to save you. Just like in the movies.

~~~

You were pulled from your destroyed car, paramedics telling you to take it as slow as you could, cradling your head in case of severe head trauma before laying you down on a stretcher. You looked to the side seeing Tai violently yanking the villain out the vehicle before slamming the man against the destroyed vehicles hood. Well. What was left of it. "Ya got your head in that ass ov'yours!? That women over there! You nearly killed her ya damn bastard." Taishiro was visibly shaking from anger. Coos coming to his aid to pull him away just before he went too berserk. He ran his hands through his hair.

"Tai." You called his head shot up and Ran to your aid. Holding your hand while your stretcher was hauled to the ambulance. Tears in his eyes. "M' sorry baby. Are- Are you okay?." He ran his hand down your cheek wiping away tears and blood. You nodded weakly. Eyes closing letting out a breath you thought you held for a long time

"I love you Tai. Thank you. My hero." You had lost consciousness again a smile still evident on your features. He got in the ambulance before the doors closed and headed to the hospital. You were okay. You were safe. And that's all that mattered.

[secondhand-trash]

Diego Hargreeves(UA)- When He Sees Me

A/N: Definitely not the first time I got inspired while listening to broadway cast recordings and very likely won’t be the last.  (OH and season 2 is confirmed WHATTTTTT)

Description: In which Allison tried to play matchmaker and set her best friend up with her brother.

Word count: 1875

(Don’t have a playlist for this one because I literally based this on When He Sees Me from Waitress the Musical. Please go listen to it, PLEASE)

“Remind me, which one of your siblings am I meeting again?”

You asked, anxiously studying your reflection in the mirror as your friend looks through your closet. “Diego. Knife boy? Does that ring a bell? No?” Allison sighed and put down the jacket she was holding up, “I know that I somehow forced you into this but at least try to remember your date’s name?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just so nervous.” you said apologetically. This was a bad idea, you knew it. You shouldn’t have agreed on going on a blind date with Allison’s brother in the first place and now it was too late to back out. She made it sound like such a good idea at that time. You were really really single, hadn’t gone out with anyone since you broke up with your ex and he was getting over a heartbreak, equally single as you were. You kept trying to tell yourself that nothing could go wrong, just think of it as a casual night out, you could at least have some fun even if you ended up not hitting it off with the man.

But another part of your mind was just screaming at you to get yourself out of this before you do anything you might regret.

“Are you sure about this?” you turned to look at Allison after giving up on making your hair look any more presentable. 

She gave you a confused look, “What do you mean am I sure?” 

“I mean,” you sighed, “what if we really don’t get along? Like, ‘getting annoyed with each other immediately’ not get along. Maybe he does not even want to meet someone new in the first place and we just sat there in complete silence for hours and like-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Allison walked over and grabbed your shoulders, “calm down.” You took a deep breath and she let go of your arms, “You were still looking forward to it when we talked about it yesterday and now you’re full on panicking. Did something happened? Did someone said anything to you? Who do I need to talk to?” 

“No, it wasn’t that.” You stopped your friend before she could make any more assumptions. “I just... I don’t know... I have no idea what he is like but then I’m literally spending the entire night with him and so many things could go wrong! You know, blind dating can be very dangerous.”

“Can’t argue with that but you do remember that Diego is my brother right?” Allison said with her eyebrow raised, now looking at you with a hint of amusement.

“Adopted.”

“That too but we still grew up together,” she said, “besides, I won’t just set you up with someone who is any less than trustworthy. You’re my closest friend for god’s sake and I care for you, a lot.” You groaned and turned back to the mirror to fix your hair for what felt like the hundredth time.

“It’s going to be fine, I promise!” Allison said, trying her best to sound excited, “And stop messing with your hair, it looks great already and you’re not doing anything ruffling it like that.”

“Please tell me you’re not wearing this.” Klaus said in horror as he passed by his brother’s room and saw him in his usual clothes, that same black shirt with that damn harness, “You’re going on a date! At least pretend like you’ve tried. I mean, the chance to meet someone who is into bondage is so much higher nowadays but still!”

“It’s not anything special,” Diego said and went out of his room, “It’s just a blind date that Allison forced me to go on. What’s the point in dressing up for something I didn’t even sign up for?”

“But, but, but,” Klaus ran out and blocked his way, earning a glare from his brother, “imagine how hurt that person would be if you so obviouslt don’t give a damn? At this point, you might as well have ‘I don’t want to be here’ carved onto your forehead. Come on! Go change into something nicer, at least take off the harness.”

Letting out an annoyed huff, Diego turned back and started unstrapping the leather belts. “Why are you so pissed about this?” Klaus sat on his bed with his legs crossed, “You haven’t gone out and have fun in a long while, I don’t see the harm in this.”

“Because I don’t want to?” Diego said almost matter-of-factly, “Allison is trying to set me up with one of her friends and knowing her social circle, they are probably one of those flashy attention seekers that got close with her to get famous. I’m not even sure if that is actually her friend or just someone who doesn’t mind hopping from date to date.”

Klaus smirked and let out a dry laugh, “Look at you making assumptions before even meeting the person. Do you know anything about your date?” 

“Apparently, they were one of the writers for the last film she was in. They offered to help babysit Clare once when sis was having a press release which was how they got close in the first place.” Diego paused for a second and added, “And they make a banging lasagna, although I don’t see the point in her telling me that. It is not even a proper date.”

“A writer huh? Doesn’t sound that bad. Maybe they would be interested in whatever the hell you do, you know how writers tend to like the weirdest things.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny Klaus.” Diego rolled his eyes, “I’m telling you, I’m only doing this because Allison is such a bother when she insists on something.”

“Whatever you say,” Klaus threw his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender, “but you really need to consider you clothing options. Oh! I can borrow you one of my shirts! No? Ok.”

“You’re gonna like him, I assure you.” Allison held your hands. You had 20 minutes before you leave your house and you had not felt so nervous since you handed your last script to a director. 

“And if I don’t?”

“Then it is his fault for not impressing you enough to like him.” 

“What if he doesn’t like what me enough to want to impress me?”

“Then he’s missing out because you are way too good for him anyways.”

You gave her a small smile. Sometimes you wonder how you were so lucky to have such an amazing person in your life. “You know what scares me the most?” you said softly, finally gaining enough courage to tell her what was truly bothering you, “What if when he sees me, I really like him and he knows it?” 

Allison did not know how to respond to what you just said and you carried on, “What am I suppose to do when that happens? I’m not prepared to open up my life to someone new, I’m scared that it would only leave me heartbroken once again. What should I do then?”

“Oh, (y/n)...” Allison walked over and pulled you into a tight hug, “Thank you for opening up to me. I’m sorry that I haven’t thought of this in the first place. Diego can be an assholes sometimes but he is a softie deep inside and I’m sure that he won’t do anything to hurt you.” She pulled back and felt a lot more relieved when she saw your smile, ”And if he does, brother or not I will skin him alive.”

“Damn, girl. Aren’t you aggressive?” you gave her a grin which earned you a smack on the arm. Checking the wall clock, you got up as you saw the time, “I should go, wouldn’t want to be late on a date.

“Now that’s the attitude I was looking for!”

“Why are you so defensive?” Klaus yelled, beyond frustrated after Diego once again refused to get out of his usual patrolling outfit.

“I’m not defensive!” Diego said, emphasizing on the second word. “I’m just annoyed that I am doing this stupid thing when there are other ways I can spend my time instead!”

“Like what?” Klaus groaned, “Why are you dismissing the possibility that you might actually meet a nice person and have a good time?”

“Because no good person in their right mind would want to be stuck with me!” Diego yelled back, “Hell! I might be meeting the most amazing person on earth but why should that matter when I’m just gonna ruin them like I ruin everyone that came before?” His outrage left Klaus at shook. He had guessed that his brother was still deeply insecure and doubtful of his own lifestyle and felt guilty after what happened to Patch but not anything like this. Having a pretty messed up life himself, Klaus was never the best at comforting people but there was nothing he could do but try when his brother was so visibly vulnerable.

“But that wasn’t your fault,” Klaus said softly with his hand on Diego’s back, “you can’t keep on letting that holding you back from ever being happy again, you know?”

Diego sighed, “Maybe you’re right. But I’m not even sure if I can still fall in love with someone after all that.”

Klaus pulled him in for a hug. It was strange for the both of them, seeing as they didn’t have the most intimate relationship but Diego appreciated his effort nevertheless. 

“So which shirt should I wear, again?”

“Finally you’re listening! I feel like I was about to lose my mind.”

You stood outside the restaurant, nervously checking the time on your phone. At this point, you weren’t even sure if being early is a good thing or not. You felt your heart pounding harder everytime the minutes of the clock moved. Thoughts on the probabily of getting ditched even before knowing who you were seeing was about to start messing with your mind when you heard a deep voice calling out for you.

“Hey, uh, you’re (y/n) right? Sorry that my sister dragged you into this, she was very keen on getting me to go out with someone.”

You looked up and found yourself in front of this beautiful man. Realizing that staring at someone without saying anything might be a bit creepy, you reached out and gave him a quick handshake along the lines of brief self-introduction. 

Taking a better look at your date, you noticed that he was rather well-built. 

“Nice shirt.”

“Thanks, my brother forced me to wear it, said that it compliments my frame, whatever that means.” he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and smiled. Damn, that smile. 

“Should we go in?” he said, realizing that you two had been standing out there for an oddly long time and you hummed in response. Giving him an appreciative nod as he held the door for you, you thought to yourself “Ok, maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Bonus

(You have 3 new messages)

-how was the date?

-Diego?

-????

>Good morning to you too sis

-so how was it

-and what do you mean ‘good morning’ it is noon

>well

>I was tired after getting to know your friend last night;)

-DIEGO

[tgai-spock]

A sharp intake

Chapter 9

It smelt like swimming pools, packed and empty at the time, the air conditioning the was the only thing keeping things together. Spock stood beside the captains chair, unbeknown to him much like his older self did.

“Are you just….gazing at the stars?” Jim asks his chin resting on his hand as he stared intensely at him, like a fool might stare at a kitten.

“What else would I do?” Spock asked.

“Oh I don’t know” he said, deciding that this was what Spock did most of the time. He always thought he was thinking, doing some math or some science - but maybe not, maybe he really was just staring out the window. Chekov looked over the back of his shoulder and scratched his head, a paranoid itch going down his arm.

“Don’t you have hobbies? Something you can be doing? Reading maybe?” Chekov suggested. 

“I’ve tried to read.” Spock said.

“What do you read, history?” Uhura asked.

“Terran classics, ‘Lord of the rings’, ;Alice in wonderland’ ’50 shades of grey’ ‘Jurassic park’. Although I was somewhat prompted to read jurassic park…”

“I’ve got a few classics you might like” Kirk suggested.

“No thanks. Everytime I open a book and begin reading them I remember I’ve already read them.” Spock said.

“Oh. So what are you going to do with your time then?”

Spock shrugged “I dunno.”

Kirk grinned his cheeks raising to his eyes “well I’m sure we’ll find something for you. It won’t do to have you stand here all the time, though I don’t mind, I think Chekov does.”

“Sir, please” Chekov said turning in his chair “I am just nervous, when Spock is older he will recount Thursday, and he will say chekov, you hit the button to slowly, chekov you tapped your foot too much, Chekov you’ve were navigating us in the wrong direction and corrected without telling anyone in hope no one would notice, chekov your uniform is crinkled when you sit on it.”

“Hmm” Captain Kirk nodded “Sulu are we on the right course?”

“Errrr” Sulu said, his eyes spinning from the Chekov to the Captain, he hits a few buttons on the console “of course, Sir.”

“You two aren’t filling me with confidence today.”

“It is like examiners day, I will loose points because I sweat” Chekov said.

“Hmmm” Kirk said. 

“I could give you some books to read. They wouldn’t be classics, but they would be written in this decade. It’s logical to read them because you can see how modern humans talk and interact with eachother, and compare the changing of the genres.”

“I suppose” Spock nodded.

“Or you could just read them because they’re fun” Chekov said.

“No. I need a purpose to read them.” Spock said firmly

“Oh? And what purpose did you have to read lord of the rings?” Kirk asked.

“History.” Spock said. Sulu glanced back to Spock and then to Chekov.

“That was my favourite time in history” Sulu said.

“Yes I was fond of the orcs” Chekov said.

“I feel like a hobbit myself.” Sulu said.

“It’s a shame they went extinct.” Chekov said and Sulu giggled.

“Mr Spock, perhaps you are related to Legolass.” Chekov suggested.

“Captain. These men are idiots. This is a new level of illogic I have not seen before, and I find myself unsure whether this ship will survive for twenty eight days in space.”

“Spock, don’t be mean, not everyone knows their books as well as me, or you apparently, nerd.” Kirk said light heartedly.

“What?” Spock asked sharply.

“Would you like to educate Sulu and Checkov on why ‘Lord Of The Rings’ is historic?” Kirk suggested.

“Lord Of The Rings is symbolism for the second world war.” Spock said.

“Oh” Sulu rolled his eyes “good guys vs bad guys, I guess I should have seen that coming “isn’t… that every war to someone?”

“I love reading for symbolism.” Chekov joked.

“I do read symbolism in books” Kirk said offended “thats enough talking I’m sure you should be paying more attention to the ship.”

Chekov gave a hearty chuckle “of course Sir.”

Kirk spoke to Spock quietly after that. Quiet whispers about ‘Lord Of The Rings’ and favourite characters. 

“Captain” Officer Finnegan said approaching him from the lift with a paid “is it wise to have Commander Spock? He is a child.”

“He’s not working as the Commander right now” Kirk said with a smile.

“I don’t think the bridge is the safest place for a vulcan.” Finnegan said his eyes glancing over the tiny vulcan.

“Finnegan” Kirk said sitting up “it’s a quiet day, it is perfectly safe for him to be here.”

“I don’t think it is-”

“I will leave then.” Spock said taking a step back from the captain.

“Spock you don’t need to do that.” Kirk said “Finnegan who the fuck even are you? God this writers so lazy summoning up villains just to move the plot on, and make you say oof.”

“It’s fine. I’m well adapted to telling when I’m not wanted, I’m sure I can find something else to do.” Spock said and turned on his foot, walking past Finnegan with a breeze that even with his small height seemed intimidating.

“Spock come back. Come on” Kirk called.

“No” Spock said almost huffed as he entered the lift.

Spock was an adventurer. In the days before he’d go to the mountains, to walk deep into the desert finding what he could to survive with I-Chaya in tow. Today he wandered the halls of a starship. He started where he would always begin, at the bottom of the mountain. So the lift took him to the bottom of the ship.

He snuck out the lift into a hallway of pipes, where his ears stung from loud shouting humans. No one noticed him as he stayed close the side of the walls. The crew in engineering was different from anywhere else on the ship. Hands on and intelligent thinkers, tinkers and inventors, it was officially professional work, but the lack of professionalism they had would not be seen nor put up with else where on the ship.

Knowing that if he were spotted he would be made to leave, Spock ran and crouched, hiding behind pipes and boxes. Some meters from him Spock spotted a group of humans leaning over an upside down box that they were using like a table. They were smoking, and fans drifted the fumes away from themselves. A red shirt leant with cigarette in hand as he looked bright eyed at the other four around him.

“So I said to him, maybe if you had the surgery on your eyes and not you dick, we wouldn’t even be having this problem.”

His sentence ended with hearty laughter from the others, the sense of the joke, the story, a glimpse of documentation escaping the sense of Spock. 

There were boxes piled high in the corner of the room. There were boxes piled high in most places, but the pile in the corner caught Spock’s eyes. The boxes left little more than a meter between themselves and the roof, but on the roof, was a vent. Perfect to climb into. Dangerous to climb into. The perfect challenge. So Spock ducked and rolled to the boxes, and began his climb. He did it slowly and he did it carefully but that wasn’t the hard part. Spock laid flat on the top of the boxes, he had perfect sight over the people. Groups and couples that walked, carrying tools and scanners, tapping at pipes and - Spock squinted. One man was placing duct tape around a leaking water pipe. Spock sighed shaking his head. He should probably mention how bad that is - when he’s older. That can’t be proper procedure. When he was certain no one was looking Spock began to undo the screw’s from the vent by twisting them with his hand. When all the screws were undone he carefully and quietly pulled down the vent grid and put it on top of the boxes. He climbed into the vent.

No matter how quietly Spock tried to crawl he was sure he was making a racket. He was sure every time he moved his arm forwards the metal clinked and banged. He was sure a knee forwards sent a shuddering though the whole of the ship. After spending ten minutes slowly climbing forwards Spock rolled on to his back and rubbed at his head. He was sure when he came out where-ever that be, there would be a group of people waiting to question him. To ask him what he thought he was doing. Why he had opened the vent. What the purpose of doing so was. This was why Spock had stopped. What was his explanation? He had not words he could say to those people. To the Captain, to McCoy. After a while, Spock rolled back around and made his way forth deciding to keep a vow of silence when they found him, because they would. He was certain.

The vent ended at a grid looking in to a dark room. It wasn’t fully dark, there were large windows that looked out in to space, and space lit his way. It took a while for Spock to realise why he couldn’t see anything in the room. There was nothing in the room. Spock slipped his fingers through the holes of the vent to unscrew it. But his fingers, from this side, weren’t long enough. He was stuck. He took a deep breath, and carefully turned himself around. Laying on his back with his feet facing the vent he gave it a few solid kicks. At the fifth kick the vent flew off the wall. Spock escaped. Walking over to the vent Spock picked it up. The screws were still firmly attached to the vent as was a small portion of the wall around the screws. Sighing Spock stood on the middle of the vent attempting to straighten out the mess he had made. The vent actually straightened enough to be passable so he carefully balanced it back on the wall. He took a few steps back examining the vent carefully. No one should notice unless they got close.

The room he had discovered was dark, and empty. It was some sort of unused, perhaps even forgotten observation deck. Could things be forgotten on a spaceship? The door showed the most sign of life, and that door had spider cobwebs across it. How? They must have sneaked on by sitting on someones shoulder. There was also a bench against it and some other planks of wood. The entire place was empty. There were other vents but they didn’t really take Spock’s attention. Spock walked up to the window and sat staring cross legged out across the stars. He wasn’t sure what he would be doing for the next few days, but at least he had found this. He laid down on his side, one elbow beneath his head. It wasn’t quiet, wherever he was, he was too close to the engine room still. But it wasn’t a horrible racket he could hear, it was just a gentle purr.

Spock woke some time later, and he turned over on his other side as he watched the door shake. A crowbar shot through the centre of the door. Spock sat crossed legged silently watching the feat as fingers slipped between the door pulling it opened. There stood the Captain, McCoy, Finnegan and Uhura.

“Spock!” McCoy was the first to push himself through he door “what are you doing here?”

He ran forth, making Spock flinch slightly as he ran a scanner over Spock. Spock looked carefully at McCoy wondering if he should keep his vow of silence as the Captain rushed over.

“Is he okay?” Kirk asked crouching.

“According to this he is perfectly fine.” McCoy said standing up.

“Spock, what are you doing here?” Uhura asked concernedly.

“I didn’t even know this room existed. On my ship as well.” Kirk said looking around the room.

“Was it because of Finnegan?” Uhura whispered.

“Yeah Spock” Finnegan said in a carefree attitude “I’m sorry if like I upset.”

“I’m vulcan. You did not upset me.” Spock said standing up, as he decided he didn’t like the attention he was getting. He literally hadn’t spared a second thought to Finnegan.

“Wait, Spock where do you think you’re going?” Uhura asked “you can’t just go off by yourself.”

“Spock, I thought you had gone back to McCoy, do you realise what the ships been like since we discovered you missing? This past hour has been chaos looking for you.” Kirk said. Spock looked at the people surrounding him. His way was thoroughly blocked. The vent Spock had propped up fell on to the floor with a bang, cascading dust surrounded it as the humans jumped to look at it. They turned back to Spock, looking for an explanation as he finished a yawn.

“Oops?”

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]        [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]        [Chapter 5]

[Chapter 6]     [Chapter 7]       [Chapter 8]   [chapter 9]   [Chapter 10]

[Chapter 12]

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Yeah I did just rewrite chapter 9 again, but consider this, now, it is better. Huh? Huh??

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Waste Love: Part Seven

Pairing: Colson Baker|Machine Gun Kelly x OFC Warnings: Language, Alcohol and Drug Use, Smut, Violence, Angst, Fluff  A/N: credit for the bomb ass banner is to best friend @coffee-obsessed-writer Masterlist is now in effect and can be found at the bottom before the tags. This is another short one, I’m sorry :(

“The fuck is that shit, man?” Slim asked accusingly, “You fucking stupid or somethin’?”

“Bro, what the fuck ever,” Colson deflected, brushing him off with a shake of his head, “I’m done with this bullshit.” 

Colson turned to pick his phone up from the arm of the couch so he could leave, but was suddenly speared into the furniture, his face instantly smacking into the wall behind the sofa. Pain shot through his face for a split second before relocating to the back of his head, the feeling of fists pounding against his skull overwhelming.

Colson managed to get turned over to face his attacker, Rook. The man was furious, his face red and straining as he fought against Slim and Andre, who were already trying to get him off. When the two larger men finally got a grip on him and started to pull, JP saw the perfect opportunity to lift his leg and kick out, his sneakered foot coming in contact hard with Colson’s face.

The sound of bone crunching was almost vomit-inducing. Colson’s hands instantly covered his face, blood pouring through his fingers and down his arms as he leaned over the arm of the sofa in pain. Rook huffed and strained against the arms leading him towards the door, determined and out for more blood.

“You’re a fucking bitch, Kels. Stay the fuck away from my fucking sister.” Rook spat, attempting to break away from Slim’s grasp as Andre moved to open the door. Slim finally shoved Rook outside into the hallway of the studio, dragging him towards the exit. 

Baze threw a towel at Colson, shaking his head in anger before walking out. Andre narrowed his eyes at Colson, watching as the blonde man held the cloth to his nose, his tear-rimmed eyes already swelling. 

“You the dumbest nigga I know, you know that?” Andre started, still holding the door open as he pointed at Colson, “You fucked up. Period. Now go to the hospital and get checked out.” 

Andre shook his head as he walked out, letting the door close behind him with a loud bang. 

Colson knew better than to think that anything in that article was true. He’d seen dozens of other ones with practically the same content and had laughed about them before. Tiffany had even sent him a few and laughed with him. He knew better. He’d caused the one thing he never wanted- an issue with his friends.

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It had taken months, and they still weren’t completely back to normal yet, but JP forgave Colson eventually. So did everyone else. Except for Tiffany. 

She’d packed up almost all of her stuff out of her and Rook’s house and had left literally zero trace of her at Colson’s before climbing into her car and just leaving. It took her two weeks before she’d answer JP’s calls, her brother pissed and angry and worried about her. Their father was the one who made sure JP knew his sister was alright and had told him he’d be sure she’d call him.

Tiffany had moved to New York City from California, the woman wanting to get as far away from Colson or any memories of him as possible.

She’d found a little apartment in a nice neighborhood near Chinatown, the space clear and fresh and hers. She didn’t think she’d enjoy living alone after being her brother’s roommate since his birth, but she realized what she’d been missing that entire time when she didn’t have to trip over his clothes or shoes or left over women every morning. 

She’d been working as a freelance makeup artist and photographer, which was actually going a lot better than she’d expected. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t have anything to do with who her past consisted of, but she was okay with that. It was the least the asshole could do, in her opinion. 

She was leaned against her kitchen counter waiting on her coffee to brew, one morning, when the sound of Colson’s voice through her phone scared the living shit out of her. ‘Lace Up’ blasted from the speaker, Ashleigh’s name and face flashing across the screen. Scrunching her face in confusion, she swiped the green button, answering the call.

“Bitch, please, please, please tell me you’re not busy today.” The woman begged, her voice sounding frantic and almost on the verge of tears.

“Why?” Tiffany asked back, suspicion lacing her tone. Ashleigh was one of the only people besides her brother she had remained in contact with, and even that was few and far in between. She knew that there would only be a couple of reasons for her to need her.

“Okay, please just don’t say no.” Ash started, obviously shaking from what ever anxiety she was dealing with, “I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t for the fact that we’re literally fucked if you don’t help.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Tiffany inquired, pouring herself a cup of coffee. 

“I need a photographer.” Ash explained, “We have like fifty grand into this fucking production for this music video for Dubb and Jordan’s photography dude can’t make it or some shit. I might need your help with makeup, too, ‘cuz I haven’t been able to get a hold of her today, either.”

“Colson’s going to be there?” Tiffany guessed.

“Yeah, hence the begging.” She sighed. It was obvious she was desperate. She knew how much Tiffany was hurt by what happened and was just as pissed at Colson, but she’d promised Dubb that she’d get everything taken care of. 

“I don’t know, Ash…” Tiffany replied, wanting to be able to help her friend but not wanting to have to see him. 

“Look, I’ll keep him as far away from you as humanly possible, okay? Pleaseeee, Tiff. I’ll even pay you.”

After a few more minutes of begging, Tiffany finally caved. She got the info on the location and set about getting everything together, anxiety and dread filling the pit of her stomach. She’d thought she’d put all of this behind her, but here she was, one call throwing her all back in it. 

She was grateful that Colson hadn’t arrived yet when she got there. Ash met her in the lobby of the studio they were using for the shoot and ushered her in to show her where she would be setting everything up, Jordan giving her a huge smile and a big hug when he spotted her. 

“Thank you so much for the help, Tiff, like, seriously. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now.” The man told her, squeezing her shoulders again as he lead her towards a group of girls who were to be the models, “If you wanna start on makeup first that’d be awesome. I won’t need you for any of the photographs until a little bit later on today.”

“Sounds good,” She said with a smile, waving to the girls as he introduced her.

Tiffany was in the finishing up doing one of the girls’ faces when she heard his voice. Well, his laugh, actually. It echoed through the open space, and Tiffany couldn’t help but turn her head in the direction of it. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him, nerves pitting deeper as she watched him turn in her direction. He hadn’t noticed her yet, his phone in his hand serving as a distraction. 

Colson’s cerulean gaze met hers from across the room when he looked up, a shocked expression crossing his face as he stopped in his tracks. Ash caught him as he started to head towards Tiff, distracting him from her and leading him away as quickly as she could. 

Shaking her head, Tiffany turned back to her client. The girl eyed her suspiciously, her gaze moving from Colson to Tiff, and asked, “Aren’t you that girl he used to date?”

Tiffany’s mouth opened and closed in surprise, her eyes widening, “Um…”

Her reply was interrupted by Jordan coming up and whisking her away before she could answer, and Tiffany was mentally thanking him a thousand times. Another girl sat in her chair instantly, the ebony-skinned woman already looking irritated. 

“Hello, I’m Tiffany. How’re you today?” Tiffany smiled politely, brushing the woman’s hair out of her face gently.

“Just don’t poke me in the eye, alright?” The woman huffed, cocking an eyebrow as she raked her eyes down Tiffany’s frame, judging Tiffany’s dirty Chucks and bare face, “You better know what you’re doing.”

Cocking a haughty eyebrow of her own, Tiffany took a step back, “Excuse me?”

“Did I stutter? You poke me or hurt me in any way and I’mma stomp your ass.” The woman threatened, rolling her eyes, “Everytime I let a white bitch do my makeup, they fuck my shit up.”

Tiffany was about to spit back at the woman, anger seeping through her when Colson seemingly came out of nowhere to her defense, his eyes narrowed and serious as he pointed at the woman, “The fuck you just say, bitch?”

“Who the fuck-” The woman began, but was cut off.

“Nah, fuck that. Aye, yo, Dubb, this one’s gotta go.” Colson shouted, pointing down to the woman in the chair as Tiffany stood there, “I don’ like her attitude.”

“Nigga, fuck you,” The model spat, standing up and getting into Colson’s personal space, “Who the fuck you think you are?”

“I’m the dude who’s paying you to be on your knees and shakin’ your ass, bitch.” Colson rebutted proudly, a humiliating smile being thrown at the girl, “And I’m the dude who just fired your skeevy ass.”

“It’s fine, Kels, don’t worry about it,” Tiffany promised, gesturing that it wasn’t a big deal, “It’s nothing.” 

“The fuck it is. Ain’t no hoe talk about my girl that way,” Colson replied, not looking away from the model as he spoke, pointing towards the door, “Now get the fuck out.” 

“Best do what he says, girl!” Dubb could be heard shouting from across the room somewhere. The woman huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, rounding on Tiffany, who was leaning against the counter behind her. Tiff raised her eyebrows and shrugged nonchalantly, not about to defend her or try to keep her there. 

“You good?” Colson asked once the girl had stomped off, his voice low and avoiding eye contact.

Tiffany nodded, swallowing thickly against the lump in her throat as she looked away. 

“Bitch was fuckin’ stupid.” Colson commented, shaking his head.

“Thanks, Kels.” Tiffany replied, turning her face to finally look at him, the guardedness in her eyes unmistakable, “I can take care of myself, though.”

“I know. Just didn’t like what I was hearing.” He shrugged, looking down at his shoes as he mumbled, “It’s good to see you, Tiff.”

“Yeah.” She returned blankly, her eyes flicking to Ash as she yelled for him.

“Yeah,” Colson replied, nodding his head to Ash in recognition before finally meeting Tiffany’s hazel irises, “You think we can talk later?”

Tiffany sighed, afraid that this would happen. She knew what he’d say, how he’d apologize, how she wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him. She’d been hoping that he would just ignore her, but she knew better. 

“Maybe. I’ll let you know before I leave.” Tiffany responded, hearing Ash call for him again. Colson let a small smile slip for her as he nodded, seeming to be happy with her answer for now as he walked away.

The rest of the shoot went without too many hiccups, and Tiffany was able to get hundreds of shots that Jordan loved. She was packing the last of her things in her bags when she felt him walk up behind her, the indescribable energy that was colson instantly recognizable. 

“Thanks for all the help today, Tiff. Seriously.” He stated, leaning against the counter beside her with a joint between his fingers. 

Tiffany looked up to him with a soft smile, nodding her head while she zipped up the suitcase, “Always.” 

The tension was obvious between them as she rose to her feet, awkwardly standing there while waiting on him to say something else. He held the joint out for her and she took it, bringing the cone to her lips and inhaling deeply, hoping it would help calm her nerves. 

“You busy tonight?” Colson finally asked, taking the spliff back from her as she exhaled the thick smoke.

“Um, not that I know of.” She shrugged.

“You wanna go get a drink or somethin’ later?”

Biting her lip in hesitation, Tiffany shrugged again before meeting his crystalline gaze, “I mean, I guess.”

Instantly taking any answer that wasn’t ‘no,’ Colson’s smile beamed at her as he passed the joint back, “I can pick you up once I finish with this interview I gotta go to. Bring by something to smoke before hand.”

“Okay,” She replied, still unsure but deciding to at least be grown enough to hear what he had to say, “I’ll text you my address.” 

“Cool,” Colson responded as Ash hollered that it was time for them to go, “I’ll see you later, Tiff.”

He leaned in hesitantly, holding his arm out for permission for a hug. She smirked at him but obliged, letting his arms envelope her in his warmth and scent. She couldn’t help but squeeze him a little, letting herself soak in his embrace for a moment before pulling away. He gave her another gentle smile accompanied with a wink before heading in the direction of where Ashleigh was screaming for him again.

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