#killing me softly tbh. soft like those sweaters they have on.

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

“I feel safe with Edvin.” - Omar

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[missnxthingg]

The Baker

Summary: It was supposed to be an ordinary day at the bakery, but a very special costumer walked through the front door.

A/N: This has been on my draft for a long time now and I just think it’s very cute. Also, I’m a sucker for Dad!Haz.

Words: 3.1K

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Baker! Single Mom! Reader

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any tbh. Just a lot of fluffy.

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“And well, Tom spilt all his beer over my lap and I almost killed him that night.” Harrison was making you laugh so hard that your belly was hurting from laughing. “And that’s why I never wear new clothes in clubs or pubs.”

“Did he really embarrass you like that in front of that girl?” You said between laughs.

“He did.” He laughed along before taking some more of his drink.

‘Well, this doesn’t look like old clothes.” You fixed his collar and your lips curved into a small smile.

“That’s because you’re always an exception.” He copied your smile before you pressed your lips together.

Harrison always made one night out with you every week. It’s a little thing that’s been going on since you first started going out seven months ago and a very sweet gesture that always made you feel loved and happy. He was the best part of your year and you thanked every day you had next to him because the boy was perfect. Tonight you were in a fancy and reserved pub in the middle of London, just the two of you, sitting on a booth by the window next to each other, talking very close, him drinking his lager pint and you drinking the fanciest margarita you had ever seen.

How you met was quite funny. It was a nice day in London, one of those rare days that the sun dared to show, making everyone’s mood much better. You were working in your bakery since early in the morning and the movement was normal, with fewer costumers after lunchtime. Your employees were all doing their jobs, so you had a little time to sit by the balcony, drink a cup of tea, read a book and relax a little under the soft songs of your selected playlist to match the environment. And he walked in. You still remembered that Harrison was glowing as bright as the sun that day.  For anyone else, he would have just looked like an ordinary London boy, with a white sweater, beige jacket and eyeglasses. But when it’s meant to be, it all falls into place, and to you, he was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

Thank God there was no one around to take what he needed because you were just dying for the little angel that just walked into your bakery to speak to you so you could hear his voice. You closed your book as he approached and got his attention away from his phone. Before he could say something, he felt the loss of words when he looked at you looking up from your book, expression matching his. You both blushed instantly, but couldn’t tear your eyes away from each other.

“Good afternoon. What can get you?” You dared to speak up and he took some seconds to even remember what he was going to say.

“Hello.” He smiled and you smiled back before pulling a stray of hair behind your ear.

“Hello.” You replied and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Uhm, sorry.” He cleaned his throat before recalling his words. “My friend said that you have the type of tea that can help you with stuff.”

“Yes.” You encouraged him to keep going with a reassuring smile.

“I was wondering if you have something for stress. I could use some tea to help me relax.” And then you noticed his tired eyes, he could certainly use some relaxing tea.

“I know exactly what you need.” You pointed your index finger at him before pulling away to prepare his tea. The boy sat on the stool by the balcony and watched you from behind. That day you were wearing the prettiest green dress with white dots all over it. Harrison didn’t know it back then, back that would turn out to be one of his favourite dresses you owned in the future. It didn’t take long until you came back with his tea and two chocolate chip cookies. “Here you go.”

“I didn’t order cookies.”

“I know. But you look like you need some sweetness in your life right now.”

“Well, thank you.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, but you stop him before he pulled anything out of it.

“Oh no. On the house.” 

“I don’t want you to discount it from your salary.”

“I’m the owner.” You frowned with a grin and he chuckled.

“Of course you are.” He blushed even harder. “Thank you.”

“Well, enjoy your tea. I hope it can make you relax.” You nodded and started to walk away.

“Wait!” He spoke up in a rush and you looked back to him. “Why don’t you sit with me? I mean, it’s not like it’s anyone else here. And you’re also drinking tea.”

“I have to work, darling.” You smiled softly and he licked his lips.

“Ten minutes. Please.” His eyes pleaded for her to stay and she smiled before pulling her tea and her stool to sit in front of him.

“Okay.” 

“I’m Harrison, by the way.” Oh, his name was just as pretty as his face.

“I’m (Y/N).” You smiled before taking some more of your tea. 

“I like what you did to this place.” Harrison took a good look around the place. “It’s cosy and inviting.”

“Yeah, it was intentional. The designer helped me in that aspect.”

“And your cookies are really good.”

“Thank you. It’s my grandmother’s secret recipe.” You winked and you fell into silence, unmuted only by the sound of both of you taking your teas. “I hope this tea work. They usually do.”

“It’s delicious.” 

“So, Harrison. Where do you work?”

“I’m an actor. Well, trying to be one. Just got out of an audition and it was a disaster.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay. I’m just not that good, I guess.”

“Stop it! I bet you are good.”

“Sometimes I wish I could do something with my life. Like you did.” You nodded and rested one hand over his.

“We all have different dreams. Some of them are easier to achieve. Mine wasn’t so easy, I swear.”

“You’re very nice, (Y/N).” He smiled warmly and you smiled back. 

“You’re nice too, Harrison.” You rubbed his hand with your thumb involuntarily. “But I can see in your face that you’re tired.”

“I’m very, very tired.” He chuckled and groaned before burying his face between his hands.

“You know, bakers are the new bartenders. You can talk to me if you want.”

“It’s just… I can’t get a role in any movie and I’m having some family issues. I don’t know if you ever had one, but it’s the worst.”

“Believe me, I had the worst of issues.” You chuckled and he frowned. Before you started to tell him your story, your front door was opened quickly and a kid came inside running.

“Mommy! Mommy! I made you a drawing!” The girl ran around the balcony and jumped on your arms. “Look, it’s you and me making cupcakes.”

“Hey, baby. It’s beautiful.” You glanced down to the drawing with a big smile on your face. You kissed her cheek before setting her on the floor. “Did Auntie Millie take good care of you?”

“Yes. But she didn’t bring me candy this time.” Harrison chuckled with a pretty smile on his face. “Who’s this pretty mister?” She asked looking at Harrison, which made you blush hard.

“I’m Harrison, it’s nice to meet you.” He stood his hand in the air and you gestured her to shake it just like you taught her.

“Hi Harrison, I’m Amelia.”

“Amelia, what a pretty name.” He smiled wider at her and the little girl blushed.

“Amy, why don’t you go upstairs to take a shower and wait for mommy?”

“Can we watch Little Mermaid again?” She asked excitedly.

“As soon as I can go up and be with you.” Amy didn’t even listen and just ran upstairs, leaving her mother behind. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, she’s really sweet. I didn’t know you had a family of your own, you look so young.” Harrison was bummed out. The pretty girl must have a boyfriend or even a husband.

“Yeah, when I said that I knew that family issues are hard it’s because of this little girl. I got pregnant five years ago when I was 18, just graduated in High School and studying to be a baker. My parents didn’t take it so well and I haven’t talked to my father since.” Your eyes dared to spill some tears, but you held it back.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, darling.” 

“It’s okay. I overcame all of this, used a part of the money my grandmother gave me to open this bakery and raise my girl. And she’s awesome.”

“I bet you and your husband are very proud of her.”

“I’m a single mom.” You blushed and his mouth fell agape. “Her dad was an old boyfriend that dumped me when he heard the news. Haven’t seen him ever since.” “I’m sorry.”

“You say you’re sorry too much.” You opened a little smile and it was his time to blush. “Well, that was very intimate. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” He finished his tea, too soon in your opinion, you could just spend the whole afternoon there talking to him. “My mom was a single mom at first, too. Until she met my stepdad. He’s a good guy, and he’s my dad. It doesn’t matter if we’re not blood-related.”

“Yeah, sometimes I wish that Amy had a dad, or a father figure to look up to. She’s surrounded by amazing women, but no men at all.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone who’ll love you both just like my mom.”

“Maybe I already found him.” Your eyes met and you were both lost in your little world.

“Can I take you out to dinner sometime?” He asked out of nowhere, making you smile. “I get if you’re a very busy woman and that you can’t go out with me, or that you’re not interested, but-”

“I would love to.” You cut him and Harrison could swear that those were the most beautiful words that came out of your mouth. You opened your note pad resting over the balcony and wrote your number with a little heart next to it. “Call me so we can set a date.”

“I will.” He started to gather his things and you asked him to wait. You rushed to the kitchen and got him some sweet pastries and treats for later inside a paper bag. Harrison was waiting for her by the balcony and his heart melted when he saw her coming quickly with the bag in hands. 

“This is for later. Hope this can make you feel better.” You said standing it in the air. Harrison took a step further and hugged you. At first, it was a little awkward, but you gave in to the huge, one of the most comfortable ones you ever had.

“You made my day, (Y/N). Thank you.” He whispered in your ear and you closed your eyes to savour the moment a little longer., holding him tighter and resting your head over his shoulder.

“And you made mine, Harrison.”

After that day, you started your little romance. Weekly dinners at Thursday nights, movie nights with Amy every month, small cute dates, him spending his whole day-off drinking tea in the bakery just to see you working. The last seven months were paradise to you, it was one of the bests of your entire life. After long years going on crappy dates with guys who dumped you as soon as they found out you had a daughter, you finally found someone who you truly liked and you were sure that cared about you and Amy.

Oh, and the little girl just loved Harrison. She would rush into his arms every time they met and give him cute drawings just like she gives you. He was so careful and attentive with her, paying attention to every word she said, making everything she wanted him to and even doing little mundane things like taking her to school and putting her to sleep. They grew closer just like you did to him, and that way you were happier than ever.

Seven months later and everything was perfect. You were on your weekly outing and Amy was staying home with a babysitter. Everything was so nice that you wanted to stay that way forever, sipping on your margarita in Harrison’s arms, while he pressed soft kisses on your temple. That was all until your phone rang and your babysitter’s name popped on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” The girl asked on the other side of the line.

“Yes, Mia. Is everything okay?”

“Amy woke up out of nowhere and she’s crying a lot right now. She said she wants her mommy.”

“Oh shit. Okay, I’m going home. Can you hold it together until I get there? I’m not far away.”

“I will, but please hurry.” You hung the phone and downed your margarita in one sip.

“What’s wrong with Amy?” He asked, concern written all over his eyes.

“She woke up suddenly and is crying a lot. She says she wants mommy.”

“You can go get a cab while I go pay.” Harrison said and you nodded without even thinking twice. 

You rushed outside and it took a little while, but you got a cab close to when Harrison came back. He tried to calm you down by rubbing his hand on your arms, but it wasn’t helping so much, you were very worried about your little girl. You rushed to your front door on the side of the bakery and left Harrison to pay the cab. When you opened the door, you found a scared 19-year-old girl on your daughter’s bedroom door.

“I’m sorry, miss (Y/L/N). I swear I didn’t do anything.”

“It’s okay, darling. You can go now. Your money is over the counter in the living room.”

“Good night, miss (Y/L/N).”

“Good night, Mia.” Just as you watched the girl pick the money over the counter, Harrison entered the house with worry all over his face. You both entered the room where your little girl was under the covers sobbing. You and Harrison sat on each side of her bed and she came out of the covers.

“Hey, baby. What’s wrong?” The little girl hugged you tightly and started to cry harder.

“I had a bad dream mommy. It was so scary.”

“Shh, it’s okay darling. I’m here now, okay. Haz is here too. We’ll take care of you.” You pressed a kiss on top of her head and she held tightly onto you. Harrison hugged you both too and soon Amy calmed down. “Come on, let me put you to sleep.” You got her back to her pillow and cleaned the tears from his face.

“Daddy, can you read me a story?” She pouted and you were both shocked. She just called Harrison daddy. You quickly searching his eyes with an apologetic look and he smiled widely.

“Of course I can.” He sat next to her and Amy rested her head on his chest to see the book he opened to read for her. “Once upon a time…” Harrison calmly read the whole fairytale book while Amy paid attention to every word he was saying. You sat in a chair right next to her bed and watched them cuddled together and Amy getting more and more tired.

“Daddy, do you promise not to leave me when I go to sleep.” She asked him and he nodded.

“I’ll be right here, darling. You can sleep now, nothing’s gonna hurt you as long as I’m here.” He kissed her forehead and she lied on her stomach over him. He started to rub her back and lully her with old songs. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen before. Soon Amy was asleep over him.

“I’m sorry that she called you daddy.” You said once she was deep into her sleep and he stopped singing to her.

“I don’t mind, you know. She’s very special to me, and I love her like a daughter.”

“I mean it. I waited so long for someone like you and I’m grateful for everything we have and everything we achieved. But I think I waited too long to tell you that Amy always will be a part of the equation of my relationships. And if you’re not serious about wanting her as a daughter, I can’t go on with you, even though I love you so much.”

“But I’m very serious about this. About you and me, about Amy. I’ll be able to give someone the ability to have a dad, someone that I love. And I know it’s been less than a year, but I would love to start a family with you two. Help you with the bakery, take care of Amy, maybe have kids of our own. I want all of that with you if you want it all too.”

“Of course I do! I love you, Haz.” You slowly sat next to him and pecked his lips.

“I love you too, darling.”

“I can’t wait to start our little family.”

“I can’t wait either.” He rubbed your cheeks and you kissed him again.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” You pulled him, but he stiffened and glanced back to Amy sound asleep in her bed.

“Do you think we can take Amy to sleep with us? I promised her I wouldn’t leave her side.” He pouted and you softened to see him so worried and infatuated with her. You opened a wide and warm smile, nodding right after.

“I think we can all squeeze together to sleep.” Harrison slowly took Amy out of her bed so he could take her to your bedroom. He gently placed her in the middle and you two lied next to her, making a little sandwich. “So this is how it’s going to be from now on? Our little family just having these intimate moments.”

“God, I hope so. I can’t imagine a life better than this right now.” Harrison kissed Amy’s forehead and leaned to peck your lips before lying down to cuddle with his girls.

“Thank you for everything. I love you.” He smiled softly and tightened his grip on Amy.

“Thank you for giving me this. I love you more.”

“Good night, Haz.”

“Good night, darling.”

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[hamilton-one-shots]

What if you did a fic with 2p! Hamsquad? :00 I'd die for that - Stump Anon 🌳

(I’ve been in love with this idea since I first saw it, tbh

Edited by: @dflwrites

For those who don’t know: 2p! characters are essentially polar opposites of the original character, an idea started in the Hetalia fandom, and, typically, they are murderous or at least can be drawn to it more easily than most. Having said that: 

TW: Domestic abuse, graphic violence, child predators, murder, derogatory language, use of the f word

Also, yes, Hetalia fans, two of these are really close to two Hetalia 2p characters. I tried not to, but they fit so well.)

John sighed and scrolled through his cellphone mindlessly as he waited for his friends to join him at the bar. He’d already had an entire soda waiting for them. He knew that it wasn’t good to have so much sugar, but it had been a whole hour!

As he scrolled, a message popped up from his friend Alexander.

[Lexi :): Hey, sorry, but we’re going to be late.]

John pouted and responded.

[That’s fine! I’ll see you guys when you get here :)]

He sighed and messaged his boyfriend, Hercules, asking if he was joining him, at least. While he waited for a response, he noticed a man messing with the bartender and moved closer to see what the trouble was.

“I already told you, James, it’s over.. Just leave me alone,” she groaned.

The man reached over the bar and grabbed her arm roughly. “Do you honestly think you have a better alternative? We both know you’re leaving here with some loser for whatever he offers you. You might as well go home with me for free.”

“Let me go!”

John looked around to see if anyone was going to help, but they were just a bunch of drunk men, trying to encourage her to just agree to whatever the jerk was saying and to make their drinks. John found it sickening… He took a deep breath before walking over, tapping the man on his shoulder. “Excuse me sir…”

The man rolled his eyes and looked down at the other, scoffing at his pastel blue sweater. “Stay out of this, fag.”

John was hardly fazed. After all, he’d heard much worse and he had to focus on helping the poor woman. “You should leave her alone. I don’t think she wants to be touched and it’s not good for you to force her into anything.”

“Fuck off,” the strange man growled, John catching the strong scent of alcohol on his breath. It was vile.. But useful.

He backed away and moved to another bartender, asking for two shots of whiskey. He took them back to where he’d been sitting before, adding something special to them both, and waited.

Once the man backed away from the girl, John took his chance, walking over with the two shots.

“I’m sorry for earlier… I shouldn’t have interfered. A man has to do what a man has to do,” he shrugged, an apologetic smile on his face. “What do you say we just down a shot and forget about what happened?”

The other hardly thought before taking the shot that John was offering.

It was important that John fixed both. Some took the one he offered, some took the one he kept toward himself.

John smiled and down the shot at the same time as the man, filtering the disgusting drink through his teeth and reluctantly swallowing it, feeling the capsule that he’d added stopping at his front teeth. He put down the glass and began to walk off, but was stopped by the same man.

“Don’t be a pussy. Take another shot with me.”

“Oh, um… I don’t drink much.. It was just a friendly offer,” John explained, pushing the capsule under his tongue.

“Just one and I’ll leave the bitch alone for a while.”

John winced at his harsh words, but if it got him to leave her alone… All he really needed was a few minutes, but the more time she went without him, the better. So, he agreed and downed another shot, slowly starting to feel its effects.

“You know what? For a little fag, you’re alright,” the man said, clapping his hand hard against John’s back.

John laughed uncomfortably and left to the bathroom, spitting out the capsule and emptying his stomach, just for good measure. It may not dissolve in anything weaker than stomach acid, but stomach acid was something that the drinks had already hit and, oh, how he hated getting drunk. He didn’t like how he acted so wild, so out of control.

Once he was done, he flushed his mess away and walked out, ignoring the screaming crowd that surrounded the corpse on the floor and shooting the pretty bartender a smile, asking for a glass of water.

Hercules dragged himself off of the couch and out of the door in sweats. He was just going drinking, so what was the point in throwing on “real pants” as John called them. He walked down the streets and was about halfway to the bar when he passed a playground. He instinctively turned to look - he had a secret soft spot for kids. Well, and for puppies, but kids don’t make John cry from fear. Anyways, he saw this teenager with a full backpack and a man talking to her. She was clearly uncomfortable, leaning away and taking a few steps back, but he was persistent, moving closer with each step away she took.

Hercules glared and made his way over, pushing the man away from her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What? I’m just offering her a place to stay. Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same,” the man grinned. “She’s beautiful. She should find somewhere to stay before some creep snatches her up.” He tried to move past Hercules, but was stopped as he grabbed his shirt collar, tossing him to the ground.

Hercules turned towards the girl. “How old are you?” he asked softly, his demeanor completely changing.

“Twelve… My mom says I can’t go back because I said I’m a boy..”

“That’s awful..” His grip tightened on the man’s collar as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone and headphones. “Here, listen to some music as loud as you can and keep your eyes closed, okay? I’m going to punish him for what he tried to do, then I’ll get you some help, okay?”

He nodded and did what Hercules did, shutting his eyes tight and listening to loud music.

Once it was loud enough for Hercules to hear it, he turned back towards the man, a dark gleam in his eye as he shoved him onto the ground.

“You think it’s fine to pray on children?” he asked, his tone calm as he sent his foot flying into the creep’s spine, making him shout out in pain.

“Hey! Don’t fucking scream. You scream and I swear to god, you won’t be getting away from this alive,” he threatened.

It was that simple. The false promise of life always made them shut up.

Hercules knelt down. “I bet you’ve done this before, haven’t you, you sick fuck?” Out came his pocket knife and in it went to the creep’s right lung. Next, of course, it struck lower, definitely giving the creep the castration he deserved. Those muffled screams were music to his ears, the sound of justice that he knew would never be served otherwise.

“This is what you do to those who you’ve hurt, I hope you know that,” he continued, his voice as calm as ever. “You think it’s cool, you get off on hurting these kids, but it lasts,” he hissed. “People tell them it’s their fault, that they shouldn’t have trusted a man like you. I’m here to show you that your bullshit won’t go without consequences.” He got his knife back. He’d done enough to seal his fate.

Hercules wiped his hands on the creep’s clothes and stood up, tapping the kid’s shoulder and turning them away. “Hey, I’m going to go wash my hands, then I can take you to my place, if you want. Just to give you a place to crash.”

“Did you kill him?..” he asked, hesitantly.

Hercules shook his head. “I just hurt him pretty badly..” It wasn’t technically a lie. “I know his type. He wouldn’t have stopped hurting kids like you if I just let him go. And, don’t worry, I never hurt kids,” he reassured.

The kid hesitated before nodding, deciding to trust Hercules. “I don’t want to go home..”

“And I won’t make you. You can crash with me and my friends as long as you want.”

“Okay…”

Hercules smiled before standing up straight again, going to the bathroom and cleaning up his knife as well as his hands, then taking the kid back to his place, where he knew he’d be safe.

Lafayette stayed outside of the bar as Alexander went with John, just feeling like having a cigarette in the quiet before dealing with all of those people. He stood in the alley and lit his cigarette, smoking in peace until this asshole approached him.

“Hey, honey, what’ll it cost for you to let me smash?”

Lafayette scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Please.. You are not worth my time.”

“Alright, what about for a good suck? It’d be a better use for that pretty little mouth.”

“Why don’t you fuck off?”

The weirdo smacked the cigarette from Lafayette’s hands. “Why don’t you get off your high horse?”

That was it. Lafayette grabbed the guy’s shirt and turned him, slamming his back against the wall and spitting in his face. “I recommend you get out of my damn face before you regret it. I can make you wish you were never born. I’ll make you wish you were dead, that you’d never made the mistake of calling me some whore.”

The guy was definitely intimidated. Lafayette looked like he could crush his skull if he wanted to. “Fine, just let me go.”

“Let you go?! Where was the letting me go before you smacked my cigarette out of my hand? Don’t you know better than to touch a smoker’s cigarette?”

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“Shut the hell up and look me in the eye.”

There was a split second of hesitation, but the guy did just that.

“When I’m through with you, you’ll wish you were never-”

Lafayette was cut off by the blast of a handgun going off, a bullet going straight through the stranger’s brain. Lafayette groaned as he was coated in blood and glared down the alley, not surprised to see his boyfriend, Alexander, standing there, John standing beside him with his hands over his eyes.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Lafayette demanded, throwing the corpse onto the floor.

Alexander shrugged.

Lafayette tutted. “Well, you got blood all over me. Now I actually have to shower,” he grumbled before walking over to them.

“Um… The cops are coming… We have to go home,” John said meekly.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. “You could’ve started with that.” He pulled off his dirtied hoodie and tossed it into John’s arms. “Happy?” John always bugged him about how long he wore his clothes, but what was the point in washing them if he was just going to wear them again? What was the point in getting new clothes when his own fit him just fine.

John was smart enough not to respond. They may have been friends, but Lafayette wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him, badly. He even called him chubby once. But this wasn’t the time to cry. It was time to go home.

As they began walking, Lafayette followed John in his tank top, his arm around Alexander and his hand resting on his boyfriend’s ass. “Next time, at least give me a warning. It’s not the same as when I inject them, but it is nice to see the light leaving their stupid eyes.”

“Sure.” Alexander didn’t really get it. Lafayette’s way of killing involved too much work. Why would they do that when a gun could do it in half the time? But he didn’t feel like saying it out loud. It wasn’t his place.

“I hope Hercules won’t be too upset that we have to go home…” John commented. “I’m sure he got out of bed and everything.”

“Oh, grow a pair,” Lafayette snapped at him. “I don’t know why you have to cry over everything. You’re such a pussy. Alexander never says anything, but at least he doesn’t cry.” If there was anything that he truly hates, it was men who couldn’t keep in their own feelings, like everyone else.

John felt tears welling up in his eyes.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. “Such a wimp.”

Alexander shrugged. John should be able to do what he pleased, right? But it wasn’t up to him to tell Lafayette what to do either.

Besides John’s crying, the rest of the walk home was quiet, none of them expecting the surprise that Hercules had in store.

[urwarriorangel]

subconscious mistakes (sweet pea au)

plot: sweet pea’s gone from childhood best friend to stranger. the only times you see him are when you have to patch him up. this session is particularly long and overdue.

w: angsty as fuckkkkk, language, slight fluff, slight smutty mentions but not really (!!!no gifs are mine!!!)

a/n: hi hi hi! i’ve only just met sweet pea (as i’m now catching up on riverdale) but tbh i’m already head over heels for his dumbass. he’s so damn cute. and also everyone who writes for him is so talented like??? wow bitch i’m thirsting and i haven’t gotten to know him that well. anywayyyyy pls enjoy this and lmk what you think!

When you were younger, Sweet Pea would come to you to play. Nowadays, he’d come when he needing patching up. Just that. Your friendship stretched thin, as you were putting yourself through school and Sweet Pea was fighting to keep the Serpents afloat.

He’d come to you every few nights, cuts and bruises adorning his arms, legs, face, all along him. Every time you’d try to talk to him about it, he’d shut you out. Last time he was here, he all but yelled at you. You cried after he left: for him, for yourself, for your lost friendship. Unbeknownst to you, he heard you. He heard your insecurities, your sobs, your worries. He hated himself for speaking to you the way he did, for coming to you with no answers and still expecting your help. He told himself he’d stop coming by, he couldn’t hurt you again. So why is he standing at your door nearly three weeks later, worse than before and more desperate than ever to see you, to feel your nimble fingers work over his wounds.

You’re getting ready to head out, unable to lock yourself up any longer and kill yourself with worry. You just want to grab a bottle of wine so you can come back and drink by yourself, but even the few minutes to the grocery store will calm your mind. What you don’t expect to see when you open your door is Sweet Pea, barely standing upright on the other side. Your eyes widen and words get caught in your throat.

“Sweet Pea?” You whisper, fighting to keep your breath slow so as not to overwhelm him. He looks horrible. He’s got cuts and bruises on every bit of open skin and the clothed sections have blood seeping through fabric.

“Y/N?” Sweet croaks out, eyes barely open as he leans against your doorway. “I’m sorry. I told myself I wouldn’t come back here.”

“Wh-what? Why would you say that?” You whisper, biting your lip as you move forward to grab ahold of Sweet Pea.

“N-no,” he shakes his head and coughs, blood drips out of his mouth all along your doorframe. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Sweetie, please,” you reach over and wrap one of his arms over your shoulder, ignoring his disapproval. You pull him inside, quickly locking the door before walking him to your bathroom.

“I don’t deserve you. I’m serious,” he’s now even more out of it, his head foggy and eyes barely taking in your blurry figure. “I’m sorry I’ve been an ass to you. I don’t want you to think I hate you.”

“I don’t think you--”

“I heard you,” his voice takes on a painful tone, tears gathering in his eyes as he feels himself beginning to pass out. “I-I heard you last week. Crying,” he grunts, fighting to keep himself awake for one more sentence. “I just want to say sorry. If anything-if I don’t wake up,” he whispers, and you shake your head, willing him to shut up. “No, I need to say this… pl-please,” you look up at him, terrified and unable to keep your emotions at bay. “You’re one of the most important people in my life, angel. I’m so-I’m so sorry I didn’t show you,” he places his bloody lips over your forehead, going limp seconds after.

“Sweet! Not on my fucking watch! No!” You shake your head, quickly sitting him down in the tub and checking his pulse.

“Okay, so you’re alive, and…” you stick a finger under his nose and sigh. “And you’re breathing. Thank god,” you wipe the tears you didn’t realize made their way down your face and make quick work of cutting off his clothes. You soak a towel in cold water and gently rub his face with it, doing your best to wake him up. That doesn’t quite work, so you fill a bucket with cold water and bring it next to you.

“Sweets, come on,” you wipe your wet nose on the sleeve of your sweater, focusing solely on waking up your former best friend. “Please wake up. Please please please,” you splash his face with the icy water one, twice, three times. “Sweet Pea, PLEASE!” Fourth time’s the charm.

Sweet Pea sits up, gasping. He grabs your arm tightly, not aware of where he is for a few seconds. He breathes loudly, grunting in pain and eyes wide as it slowly hits him where he is.

“Sweets, it’s me. It’s me. You’re okay, you’re-oh my god, you’re okay,” you laugh softly, tears somehow once again making their way down your face as you manage to ignore the throbbing pain in your arm from Sweet Pea’s death grip.

“Y/N?” He looks at you, eyes blinking slowly and you’re scared he’s going to pass out again.

“It’s me. Can you do me two favours, Sweet Pea? Hm?” You smile at him and he just watches you, still unsure of his surroundings.  

“It’s Y/N. I’m going to need you to first let go of my arm. I’m going to need both hands to help you out, okay?” He nods and immediately lets go of your arm. You can’t quite feel your arm for a few seconds after and it scares you, but you try not to show it.

“Can you also stay awake for me? I’m going to fix you up a bit, but you have to stay awake for that part, alright?” You shake your arm around a bit, slowly regaining feeling in it as you try to get an answer from a very worn out Sweet Pea. You turn around and grab some medical tools and supplies, gathering everything you need to fix him up. “Darling you have a concussion and I need you to stay awake. Okay?”

“Where did my clothes go?” Sweet lets out a low cough, hoping to hide his pain.

“I cut them off because I need to stitch you up. I just need you to stay up for now, okay? You’re going to be okay, but please stay awake for a bit. I can’t give you any pain medication for the time being, but I’ll give you something to bite down on, okay?” You don’t hear any sort of response so you finally turn around, only to find Sweet Pea glaring at you. “What-what’s wrong?”

“Leave me, look after yourself,” he scoffs, shaking his head and looking straight ahead.

“What are you talking about?” You furrow your brows, setting everything on the floor and sitting on the ledge next to the grumpy.

“You have blood on your forehead, princess. What the hell happened to you?”

“What?” You think for a second and remember that the blood is there from Sweet Pea kissing you. But if he doesn’t remember, then maybe you won’t tell him. “Oh, it’s not mine. I’ll worry about it after I’m done with you.”

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes, anger flooding his system at the fact that even in a slightly unconscious state, his mind brought him here.  

“You can be mad at whatever you want, I don’t care. Just bite down on this and stay awake,” you whisper and hand him a folded piece of fabric, enough for him to bite down on and then some.

You wait for him to bite down before cleaning him up. Once you start, however, Pea is in an even worse mood than before. He curses and yells and slams his fist against the wall. Each stitch was a mission, each alcohol pad just as annoying for you as it was painful to him. When you’re finally done, Pea is a sweaty mess. He’s got bandages everywhere and as much as you want him to bathe, you figure it’s best that he wait.

“Stand up, please,” you wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, slightly smearing the blood from earlier.

“Seriously, what the hell happened to your forehead?” Sweet Pea grunts out and slowly stands, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible.

“You kissed my forehead earlier. You thought you were going to die,” you wet another towel and hold it up between you and Sweets, not wanting to get into it right now. “I’m going to give you a towel bath really quickly. You can take an actual shower sometime within the next couple of days.”

“What-I can. I can do it myself, that’s okay,” he holds his hand out and you roll your eyes, growing tired of his act.

“Listen to me. I don’t care what you think you can or can’t do. I don’t care that you secretly don’t hate me or whatever. All I care about right now is fixing you up. Okay? You can argue with me or yell at me or whatever afterwards. Got it?” You raise a brow and Sweet Pea visibly gulps.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good,” you gently run the towel across his front before wetting another one and cleaning his back. You know that he’s hurt, that he’s angry, but holy fuck is Sweet Pea an incredibly beautiful man: those broad shoulders, those pouty lips, the absolute size of him. It’s so hard to maintain your composure in his presence. So you hold off on cleaning his lower half for as long as you can.

“Would you like to sit down now or do you want to remain standing?” You look up at Sweet Pea, a soft look in his eyes as he watches you clean him up.

“I’ll sit down,” he clears his throat, eyes quickly going back to stone cold.

You nod, letting him get situated as you spend more time than necessary grabbing a new towel. You take a deep breath and turn around, slowly leaning over to run a towel over Sweet’s massive thighs. You’re careful not to cross any lines, keeping your touch light and respectful. Little do you know, that’s killing Sweet Pea more than he’d ever admit. He’s watching you just barely touch him, just barely out of reach.

“I think that’s enough,” Sweet growls out and you nod, eyes wide as you stand up and take a step away.

“Here. Finish up. I’ll be back in no more than five minutes with a change of clothes for you. I’m keeping you awake for another hour and then you can sleep. Okay?”

He nods, fighting to keep his emotions, his lust at bay. You give him a nod in return before cleaning up your supplies and heading out the door.

“Y/N, wait,” you turn around, quickly checking to see if he was okay.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he wets his hand a bit and reaches it towards your forehead, wiping the blood off with a swipe of his large hand. “You just missed a bit of my blood.”

“Thanks, Pea,” you smile softly and turn around, heading to your bedroom. You change as fast as you can, leaving behind your booger sweater in exchange for a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt.

Sweet Pea would always come to you with dirty, ripped clothes, so you figured you’d buy a few extra sets of men’s pajamas and shirts (asides from your own collection) just in case he ever needed some. And here you are. You grab him a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt you hoped would fit him and make your way to the bathroom.

“Ready or not, here I come,” you walk into the bathroom and are met with a relaxed, naked Sweet Pea. “Sweet!” Your eyes go wide and you hold the clothes in front him as you fight to keep your eyes on his face, his massive dick obviously distracting the fuck out of you. God damn. You try to catch your breath before speaking out again. “What is-why are you naked, Sweet Pea?”

“I cleaned myself up and my briefs were dirty,” he shrugs casually, remaining unaffected.

“Alright, well. I have some extra clothes but no extra briefs or boxers, but here,” you hand him the clothes and turn around, facing away from him. “Hurry up and change.”

You and Sweet were inseparable all throughout childhood, everyone (including you) thought you two would end up together. But as you got older, that fantasy faded away and while everyone was upset about it, no one quite new how you felt about it. He’d always have your heart, through the pain, the anger, the--

“Changed,” you hear a grunt and turn around, holy hell is Sweet Pea a sight for sore eyes. Bruised, cut, bloodied, and still looking incredibly scrumptious. “Yeah, I’m not much of a shirt guy, and besides, I can’t quite get it over my head.”

“It’s, it’s okay,” you shake your head and look down, unable to meet Sweet’s eyes.

He watches you, unable to look away. You walk over to him and wrap one of his arms over your shoulder, still avoiding his piercing gaze.

“Come on, big guy. You need some sleep,” you walk him over to your bedroom and tuck him into your bed. “I’m going to grab a bottle of water and some Tylenol for you, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Sweet Pea lays down, fighting off sleep as he waits for you.

“Here,” you sit at the edge of your bed and hand him a couple pills and a bottle of water. “Take this.”

He does as you ask, wincing as he swallows it all down.

“What happened? Is there something in your throat?” You sit up, pushing his hair out of his face as you look at him worriedly.

“No,” he smiles softly at your reaction. “My throat just hurts a bit.”

“You’ve been stabbed, punched, and sliced, and you’re here wincing over a sore throat?” You give him a smile and sigh softly, your fingers still resting against his forehead. “Well, um, now that you’ve taken your medicine, it’s time to rest. You can sleep, but I’ll be waking you up every few hours just to y’know, make sure you’re still alive and all.”

“Thanks, won’t you, uh, won’t you be sleeping?” He gives you a worried look and you shrug, avoiding Sweet Pea.

“I’ll sleep later. You need to get some rest for now. I’ll be right,” you get off the bed and pull a chair, placing it on the bedside. “Right here.”

“Gonna watch me sleep, huh?” He raises a brow at you, a small smirk on his face as your cheeks grow red.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Sweetie. I’ve got better things to do,” you wink at him and pull out a book, letting the bit of light streaming through the open door help you out.

“Your glasses are crooked,” Pea smiles at you, growing more sleepy by the second. He watches you straighten out your round glasses, balancing them perfectly on your nose. He watches the way the light hits you at just the right angle, creating a halo around you as though you’re the most beautiful angel sent down just for him. He watches the way you cross your legs over one another, bottom lip between your teeth while your eyes skim across the pages of your book. There’s so many things he wants to say, but he settles on the following: “You look like a sexy librarian. I’d hit it.”

“Sweet Pea, what--?” You look up to respond to him properly, only for him to be passed out. You shake your head, begging your heart to calm down. He’s out of it, that all. He’s not actually into you.

Throughout the night, you check up on him. You wake up a very grumpy Sweet Pea every three hours, making sure he’s alive. About an hour before the third time, you realize there’s no way you can stay awake without some caffeine. So you leave Sweet’s bedside to make yourself an extra strong pot of coffee.

You rub your eyes, yawning as you enter the kitchen. All your senses are off, so you don’t hear Sweet Pea waking up seconds after you leave him. You don’t hear him following you into the kitchen.

So when you start brewing the coffee and you feel someone standing behind you, you’re caught off guard. You grab the closest weapon you can find (a knife) and turn around to fight off a potential attacker.

“Whoa, it’s just me,” Sweet Pea’s tired eyes widen a bit as he notices the knife you’ve got so close to his throat. “It’s me.”

“Shit, Sweets,” you shake your head, setting the knife down on the counter next to you. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“Clearly,” he chuckles softly, his voice husky as he rubs his eyes, adjusting to the bit of light seeping through the windows.

“I was just tired, I didn’t think I’d make it for another few hours, so I’m making coffee. How are you feeling?” You lift a hand and press it against his forehead, Sweet’s heart warms at the action and his defenses flare up.

“I’m feeling a lot better, thanks to you. I’ll be out of your hair now,” he takes a step back and you grab his arm, stopping any further moment.

“Oh Sweets you’ve got another thing coming for you if you think I’m letting you out of my sight for another 36 hours,” he raises a brow at you and you mirror his actions. “Do you want me to list off all the things wrong with you at the moment?”

“Do you want me to list all the things wrong with you? Was last time not enough for you?” He smirks, face hardening as his self-hatred comes out yet again.

“Give me your worst. You’re getting out of this house over my dead body,” you glare at him, your eyes hardening as he thinks of his next move. “So unless you kill me, you’re stuck here.”

“Y/N,” he grits out, a hand quickly moving up and tightening around your throat. “Don’t tempt me.”

“Sweets,” you give him a smirk, the grip around your throat doing nothing but arousing you. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

His eyes darken as he realizes the effect he has on you, grip tightening around your neck and your eyes soon matching his, half-lidded and angry.

“You’re hurt, try again when it’s a fair fight,” you whisper gruffly, smirk still on your lips as Sweet Pea can’t get his eyes off of you. “Now if you’re not going to actually go through and kill me, I’d suggest removing your hand from around my throat. You’ve already given me one bruise.”

“What?” His hand immediately moves, eyes widening at your stone cold gaze.

“Here,” you raise your right arm, one clear purple handprint along your forearm.

“When the hell did that happen?” Sweet’s brows are furrowed fingers in fists as he looks at you. “After you woke up in my bathtub. You didn’t know what was happening.”

“Fucking hell,” he looks like the bruise is eating at his insides, so you just shrug and do your best to downplay it.

“It looks worse than it is, don’t worry.”

An alarm goes off behind you and you let out a breath of relief.

“Coffee’s ready, which means I will be, too,” you turn your back to Sweet Pea, expecting him to keep arguing but you hear nothing. “Sweets?” You turn around and see him with a sullen look on your face. “What is it now?”

“I hurt you. I physically hurt you,” he shakes his head, moving to punch the wall, but you stand in front of him, catching his fist in both your hands. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“Making my job easier. One less piece of you to bandage,” you give him a playful smile and hold his fist as he looks at you incredulously.

“I could have hurt you. Again.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over this,” you shrug a bit and look at him. “It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“Really?” He grabs your bruised arm with his free hand and you hold your breath, not willing to give him the satisfaction.

“It’s fine.”

“How bad does it hurt? I’m barely holding it,” now he’s really worried.

“It doesn’t hurt too bad. You just, you just have a strong grip,” you gulp as he tightens his hold on you just a tad, not enough to squeeze you just enough to study your arm.

“Your arm is swollen. You might need to go to the doctor, Y/N.”

“Not happening, Sweets,” you shake your head, eyes wide as soon as the suggestion leaves his mouth. “I’ll take care of it myself.”

“Fuck, I did this,” he whispers to himself, twisting your arm a bit before you let out a quiet scream. “What? What is it?”

“I lied. It hurts.”

His eyes widen as he notices the unshed tears in yours. You don’t notice them until he curses under his breath and tries to take a step back, but you’ve still got a hold on his fist.

“You’re not leaving, we’ve gone over this.”

“Damn it, Y/N you’ve got this hero complex and I’m tired of you fulfilling it with me. You’ve got this odd fascination with fixing me and using that to boost your damn ego,” Sweet Pea pulls his hand out of your touch, words filled with venom and eyes filled with pain and you’ve had enough of it.

“Look, dumbass. I’m tired of you using me as your punching bag,” you grit out, walking forward and pushing him back. “I’m tired of you yelling at me every time I try to take care of you, every time I ask for a small inkling of whatever friendship we used to have. You used to be my best fucking friend. You meant everything to me. Everything, Sweet Pea. And then one day you just stopped coming in. You stopped smiling. You stopped checking in to see if I was okay. You didn’t come to my parents’ funeral. You didn’t come to see me after the Ghoulies jumped me. It’s like I was dead to you,” you glare at him, full on sobbing at this point. “You didn’t care about me until I could be of use to you. You didn’t care about me until you thought you were dying. You scare the crap out of me every time you’re here. I’m scared I’m gonna lose the person that once meant everything to me. I’m scared I’m going to lose you. Even now, I’m scared of losing you. I know you hate me. I get it. But I’m not letting you fucking go. So go ahead. Say any horrible thing about me you can think of. Tell me you wish I was dead, whatever. Torture the fuck out of me. I don’t care. You’re not fucking leaving.”

You wipe your tears with the backs of your hands, growing tired and out of breath.

“Just… you can leave in 36 hours. I’m keeping an eye on you until your concussion hours are over and then it’s up to you what you want to do.

And so 36 hours pass without a word between the two of you, each too tired and too hurt to find the words. Once his time is up, Sweet Pea is ready to walk out that door. He swears he is. He swears he’s never coming back. But he’s tired of the mistakes. He’s tired of the pain. He’s tired of his own lies. So he shuts the door just as quickly as he opens it and runs to your room, panting as he stops a few feet away from you.

“What is it?” You sniffle, thinking this might be the last time you get to see him.

“Y/N, I,” Sweet Pea whispers, taking in your tired face and soft voice, hating himself for putting you through this and not helping you through this. He shakes his head a bit, slow tears gathering in his eyes as he tries to get some words out. He bites his lip, kneeling on the floor right in front of you with his head down and shoulders shaking. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. So so sorry.”

[strawberryjun]

one hundred reasons to love lee jeno

eye smiles !!!!!! hes all (∪ ◡ ∪) all the time

his we young hair !!! metallic and blond and Beautiful

"no jam-jeno" what a b a b y

hes actually hilarious trust the rest of nct just makes him look bad

his dancing !!!! he always tries so hard and I know a lot of ppl compare to jisung, but they have 2 completely different styles and hes amazing in his own way

in his joy interview when he literally did Not Stop smiling

baby dont stop dance cover with jisung

his fashion sense is really nice and cute and colorful

"manners make men"

when jaemin was trying to kiss him and hes all "no,,,, ,, , help me,,,, , , sa ve m e"

speaking of jaemin , ,,,, nomin,, ,, , icons

he named his airpods "jeno's shower heads" like honestly wow

the very beginning in we young where hes dancing in the front ykno and in go and in black on black: Powerful

his face when haechan called him the funniest member

his voice is so nice to listen and it makes his raps so much better

search up "60 seconds with jeno" and u will be b l e s s e d

when he was too excited during the go filming that he was running and ran into and broke the green screen

jeno was one of the members who could do a wheelie on a bike

he tried So Hard during the I love you game but couldn't keep going bc the smile :))))))

whenever hes disgusted by something and his whole face shrivels up and wow

his commercial with the milk when he was younger and the ~cutest~ smile I have ever seen + all the other cfs he was in

I talk about his smile a lot but during weekly idol when the host complimented it and he couldn't stop smiling UWU

such guitar skills !!!!

his eyes literally Glow like I was showing my friend a video and she now stans because the universe is actually in his eyes

his instructions on how to ride a hoverboard

whenever he gets excited it's so evident and beautiful

did a whole one legged spin on the hoverboard time to Stan

part of 00 line aka the ppl who are gonna take over the world

emceeing legend

is allergic to cats, but has 3 of them ?????

hes a taurus (like me wow our bdays r three days apart too !!) and taurus men r very affectionate and love giving gifts and making ppl happy so basically is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for

hes literally the lead rapper, lead dancer, a vocalist and a visual hes really Out Here

hes soft, and his face is soft and his voice is soft and Oof soft icon

he couldn't open the package so he just ,,,, ,,,,,, , ,, ,, started hitting it

"this is jisung" stabs the mochi

just think abt how much his voice changed in two years bro I'm weak

listen,,, , jesus starts with a j,, , ,,, and so does jeno,,, ,, , coincidence ??? I think not

on the most recent the show that hes emceeing, he did this lil eyebrow raise and he got so flustered and omg

he looks so good in hats ??? wow ???

at the end of the joy behind the scenes vid, hes wearin this rlly puffy back jacket and black cap and my heart: burst

he looks so good in glasses ??? not only like framed ones, but goggles too like damn

when mark, jaemin and him were singing go in the car and he just started screaming and made them all have a Chuckle

his beautiful white shirt in the go dance practice he looked so fly

doyoung being his number one fan (other than me, of course) and always hyping him up this is what everyone should do stan jeno

when he kept slipping during one of their performances and he just kept sheepishly smiling to himself I'm gone

dude when he was playing love yourself on the guitar and haechan was singing but jeno moved to the chorus when haechan wasnt finished the verse and the way he looked and smiled at haechan wow

his go photoshoot: Art

him in eye contacts (I mean he doesnt need them but mans still looks hot)

in the joy mv, his highwaisted pants thingy oof that was Good

whenever any of the members makes fun of him, he doesnt say anything and just smiles hes so lovely

he said he likes haek-no jam !!!! and that he wants us to remember him by that and eye smiles !!!!

his laugh is a sound from heaven tbh

he won the random dance because he is a dance legend !!!!

he always seems to look at people with the utmost sincere love I've never seen him mad

in the nct recording thing when the producer said that he sounded like mark and he just goes 'well that's no good' s a v a g e

speaking of the recording he sounded angelic and also he does like this lil turn right after he finishes his part and it's so cute he like bounces back bc he whipped around to hard

his face in the song challenge thing where he was focusing and his mouth was open and he was squinting and looking towards the ceiling

him and haechan pranked jisung but changing his bg to a cockroach no jam-jeno who ???? I only know prank legend-jeno

he always goes straight from his emceeing duties to his nct duties hes a busy loyal man

his fingers r so long ??? how

he looked like such a Nerd predebut ,, , but I dig it

during nct night night where he went on with renjun whenever he spoke he spoke so softly and beautifully and I Cried

ok but his body is really nice like wiki how to have a jeno body

that predebut vid of donghae taking pics of him and he like shoved him at one point bc of how shocked he was of their similar appearance but jeno just stood their smiling at him

theres this picture !!!! its part of the nct dream official goods photoset I think !!!! he has black hair and hes like pulling on a marshmallow and honestly Blown Away from the beauty of this boy (I'll post it l8r)

his hands r so so nice and I just want to hold them :(

his black hair !!!! wonderful !!!!

jAW LINE g u y s

k I already said abt his dancing but he just picks stuff up so quickly and hes so effortless but at the same time giving all his effort idk it's just Amazing

those polaroids of him and jaemin idk of it's the lighting but he looks so Damn Good in those

when they were trying to get the food using the grabbing machine and jisung failed so jeno just 'thank u <3' and proceeded to get three foods

that video where hes woth doyoung and he kept messing with him and slapping him

his color block sweater !!!! I love that sweater so much

the random faces he kept making at the beginning of the 00 live, the one featuring his tongue rlly got me

wHEN HAECHAN KEPT SPOILING GO SO JENO LITERALLY T A C K L E D HIM wow

that vid of him looking renjun then pretending he had nothing to do with it

when he thought that his wish wouldn't come true so he just ran around with his arm in the air

jeno grabbing marks leg and mark clinging onto him like a koala so he wouldn't fall while saying sorry for whatever he did

jeno looks soft but he'll kill u with his eye smile and strong arms bro

the vids of him and jaemin at school: Pure

that vid of jaemin speaking thai and jeno saying no when jaemin asked if he was cute

the thing he did with jisung where jisung made a buzzing sound and jeno pretended to catch the bug and when he shook his fist m8 I uwu so dang hard

when he played the crocodile teeth game with jisung and scared him and he thought it was so funny he had to lay back on the couch to laugh

I really,, , , love his eyebrows ??? idk if it's just me bu t his stylists must have a rlly fun time filling them in cuz they're already so perfect

his legs !!! so nice and long wow

the biting of his bread, almost as powerful as his dancing

jeno-imnida !!!

he always looks good but when he has those stupid filters it just makes my day

his cherry bomb aegyo !!

when they were waking up on nct life and renjun kept making that noise so jeno fell on top of him

on nct life when he was playing the guitar and just Setting The Mood

he said jaehyun was one of his favourite artists he just respects and admires nct so much

shoulders: Wide

hes an absolute god tier denim wearer

I think the question was something a long the lines of who would be the best emcee and they kept saying chenle but the whole time jeno was just in the back pointing to himself and trying to flex well guess what mOrk

sleepy jeno = clueless jeno =baby boy jeno

"jeno hwaiting !!!! hehehhe"

when doing the holding hands with jaemin his "I'll hold u like this, ,,,,, UAOOOoooOh"

right before the we young (?) performance markhyuck were arguing and blocking jeno fron getting to the front where hes supposed to be and so he just moved mark out of the way ICONIC 100. literally softest boy ever, loves his members and what he does so much and I'm proud of him and his no-jam there I said it

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

💘 + 707 and 606 pls! (and thx)

HEADCANONS MEME: DATING EDITION!! | @intergalacticxmisfits

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where they first met and howAll working in canon here, they first met when Mariah joined the RFA by pure accident and scam :D I’m fairly certain Seven probably harboured most suspicions for the longest (possibly only on par with Jaehee), but also, which should I consider utmost canon here, only his Route, right? AAH the trouble with multi-route games

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involvedThis is only the second question but I’m longing so hard to include their holiday at Mariah’s farm WHEN CAN I MENTION IT- ahem, a few weeks I would say? What can I say, Mariah STOLE HIS HEART

who fell for who first ( if applicable )Again, this question is one I find no interest in replying to because it’s just not something I believe can be determined with confidence. But if I may place a hypothesis: I think it was Seven.

where their first date was and what it was likeWELL, CANONICALLY, SHOULD WE COUNT THEIR... SECRET AGENT MISSIONS AS DATE- I think I’d actually like to discuss this with you, because it intrigues me B)

who asks who out and how ( with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’? )I think... wasn’t there a moment where Seven actually... does ask? WELL either way, I headcanon if Seven were the one to ask first, depending on angsty circumstances or lack thereof, it might have either been just very intimate, y’know, just a quiet gentle conversation, and then maybe he’d do it again in a more ‘Seven Style’ and like... make a cake explode and a neon sign burst out of it saying ‘WILL YOU BE THE YEE TO MY HAW?’

who proposes firstPutting aside eventual doubts on the concept of marriage and fears on Saeyoung’s side, I think this could also go to Seven, if we keep it traditional and all that. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I’D LIKE TO HEADCANON? That they both do it at the same time in their own silly flashy ways without knowing the other was planning to.

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right awayHmmm, if it’s set in a world after the entire secret endings and just when everything has settled to a somewhat normal life I doubt there would be reason to hide it? I personally headcanon Saeyoung to be the kind of boyfriend who, like... his entire snapchat is him just gushing over how beautiful and perfect and cute his girlfriend is, so really

where the proposal happens and how ( kiss cam at a baseball game? on a hillside surrounded by ducks? at a disney park? )Can there be another exploding cake- At a disney park sounds actually like something that could happen, but Saeyoung might also just try to stage something ridiculous at Mariah’s farm

if they adopt any pets togetherAs a cat lover and someone who has raised her fair share of both kittens and puppies and knows about all the nasties and diseases and all that jazz, please don’t ever let Saeyoung own a cat because I get his good will, BUT THE POOR FURBALLS- Putting that aside, THEY GOTTA BECAUSE THEY BOTH LIKE ‘EM AND... oh my god the pigs at the farm, can they name them all together and call them their children

who’s more dominantWhat context are we working in here, because I’d say Saeyoung for tradition alone (y’know, the male in the equation-) but I wouldn’t be surprised if Mariah took the reigns quite often, she’s COOL AS FUCK, and Saeyoung is putty in her hands

where their first kiss was and what it was likeCAN THIS BE AT THEIR FARM TOO... No matter the location, I can absolutely imagine it being one of those movie-like kisses where they’re just talking softly and then someone makes a joke and they laugh and it gets really quiet and they both just start to lean in and it’s soft and wholesome?

if they have any matching couples stuff ( mugs? sweaters? pillowcases? )Matching hoodies with cat ears, matching onesies (cat onesie for Sev, pig onesie for Mariah, but they switch sometimes which is ridiculous considering size difference), matching headbands that they got at Disneyland and still wear sometimes, matching shirts with silly text on them, ALL THIS STUFF

how into pda they areHMM, I think they would keep it to hand holding and arm-wrapped-around-waist scenarios? Basically, just common stuff, nothing too intimate

who holds the umbrella when it rainsSaeyoung because he’s taller I’m guessing, BUT you know that drawing? That showcases how each different person would carry the umbrella for someone? Seven is the last drawing where he just puts his jacket over his head and hovers over her and they run through the rain screaming, wait I’ll find it EDIT: I FOUND IT OMFFG

where their usual ‘date spot’ is ( if applicable )I’m... lowkey starting to think amusement parks OR OR LIKE UHM IN THE COUNTRYSIDE? THOSE FAIRS WITH LIKE COUNTRYSIDE STUFF

who’s more protectiveSaeyoung would die for Mariah and that’s... actually an understatement

how long it is before they sleep together ( can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’ )Shared a bed possibly less than have had sex, but I dunno actually :thinking:

if they argue about anythingMAYBE PLAYFIGHTS? Or maybe Saeyoung’s need to protect her by pushing her away, that’s reason for argument

who leaves more marks ( lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc. )Why can’t this be pure- UH, I don’t know :’)

who steals whose clothes and how oftenSaeyoung is still sobbing that he can’t steal her clothes because they don’t fit him, SO MARIAH IT IS and every time she does and he sees her in one of his hoodies he dies, instant cardiac arrest

how they cuddle ( spooning? facing each other? )ALL THE WAYS I HOPE

what their favourite nonsexual activity isHMMM... Cuddling? Or... playing video games together maybe? Pestering Jumin lmao

how long they stay mad at each otherSaeyoung takes one look at Mariah’s face and gets angry at himself because he can’t stay angry at her for like more than 20 minutes, don’t know about Mariah though, BUT YOUR FOOT DOWN MARIAH

what their usual coffee / tea orders arePhD Pepper, baby, and... anything that won’t make them sleep lmao

if they ever have any children togetherTHEY MIGHT WHO KNOWS WINK WONK

if they have any special pet names for each otherI’m WILLING TO PUT MY MONEY ON THEM HAVING. Princess, kitten, cutie, baby, Saeyoung would probably never stop coming up with new ones, Piglet (because of her pigs tbh), sunshine, my star, babe

if they ever split up and / or get back togetherNO

what their shared living space is like ( messy? clean? what kind of decor? )Messy as all hell but it works for them :’)

what their first christmas / hanukkah / etc as a couple was likeSaeyoung probably did something ridiculous again, UNLESS they spent it at Mariah’s farm, in that case it was probably very warm and homely and everything Seven never thought he’d get to experience

what their names are in each other’s phones'Eminem’ because her name starts with M, I’M KIDDING- or am I

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ ( buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening? )Buying... all... the couple... outfits at amusement parks?

who falls asleep first and who wakes up firstSaeyoung’s sleep schedule is a fucking nightmare, so I think Mariah falls asleep first and wakes up first because Saeyoung didn’t even sleep

who’s the big spoon / little spoonSAEYOUNG BIG SPOON KING BUT ALSO LIKES BEING LITTLE SPOON

who hogs the bathroomHave you seen Seven’s hair, it’s Mariah

who kills the spiders / takes them outsideMariAH LMAO

[ask-svt-hearteu]

A Cup of Coffee ' Lee Jihoon

Anon requested: “Can you do an au about woozi having a crush on the reader and vice versa but both had to find out about their feelings towards each other through the reader’s homepage wallpaper. They would have known each other for a long time already but just didn’t want to lose their friendship bc they don’t know if it was mutual! It should have loads of fluff 😂🙏🏻🙏🏻”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1566

okay to start this off

I think it's safe to say that Jihoon is your best friend

you've known each other since high school

you've supported him before and after his debut

you were right beside him during his trainee years

the both of you have spent a lot of time together

made wonderful memories together

and have earned each other's trust and have each other to lean towards to at hard times

you two were practically inseparable

and you were one of the few people who Jihoon has a soft spot for

"Jihoonie can we go get food?" You plead

"Aigoo. Not now. I'm working on something." Jihoon responds, not taking his eyes off the music sheets

"okay.." You respond softly as you sit back

without even 5 minutes passing

"Fine fine let's go get food. Just stop acting cute." He says as he exits the studio

you follow behind him with a smile of victory plastered on your face

you were also one of those few people who Jihoon wouldn't get mad at

"Aigoo~ our Jihoonie is so cute!" Svt members coo at him as they try pinching his cheek

"Fight me. I swear. Fight me." Jihoon would reply as he swat their hands away

"They're not wrong. You are cute." You smile sweetly at his direction

Jihoon would be blushing so hard after that

and the rest of the svt members would look at you as if you tamed a dragon

"Wahh..how did she..if we had continued, Jihoon woulve killed us."

everything was fine with the both of you

beyond fine in fact

one problem tho

you fell for him

tbh after all the time you have spent together, who wouldn't

falling for him wasn't the only problem 

what would happen if you told him was another

yes the two of you built this whole relationship with an understanding and acceptance towards each other

but it scares you thinking that he might not feel the same way 

and your whole relationship with him might end

because Jihoon has always had this wall when it comes to his emotions ∙ rarely does he show them

so knowing whether he likes you or not is like jumping off a cliff with no safety gear on 

not knowing whether you'll get hurt or not

and it's really scary considering that you're risking your whole relationship here

one wrong move and you could lose him

but the feeling of not knowing is practically killing you at this point

so you slowly start showing signs

like going to his studio 10 minutes before he does

and leaving a cup of coffee with a different note on it everyday

"Ahh my Jihoonie~ You're working hard for this comeback. Here's a cup a coffee to help you throughout the day. xoxo y/n"

"Yah. You forgot about our movie marathon yesterday. It's alright haha don't worry~ Don't overwork yourself. xoxo y/n"

"Hey smol dude. If you don't mind, I borrowed your sweater yesterday. Hehe it surprisingly smells good. Don't overwork yourself. And make sure to eat or I will feed you myself. xoxo y/n"

or by casually flirting every now and then

"I didn't know angels walk among us." you wink at him

"Yeah. I also didn't know demons walk among us." he smirks at you

"...Jihoon I swear." you playfully hit him on his shoulder

yeT HE DOESN'T NOTICE ONE THING

his members did though

they noticed how your eyes basically smiled whenever he is near,

how soft and gentle you talk to him,

how you're always there beside him to take care of him when he can't

they noticed it all

and they didn't even hesitate helping you two get together

even though you didn't need help, they insisted

"No really guys, it's fine. You don't have to."

"Nope. We're gonna help you and Jihoon get together whether you like it or not."

and boy did they help

they've tried a lot of things too 

one was when all of you went to an amusement park

and while you and Jihoon were buying ice cream

they all suddenly disappeared

leaving you with just Jihoon

"Where did everyone go?" he asks, holding his cup of ice cream

"I don't know." you say in confusion

bECAUSE THEY DIDN'T TELL YOU THEY WERE PLANNING THIS

after like minutes of waiting for them

the both of you have already finished your ice creams

"Let's just spend the day together then. I don't wanna wait for them anymore. Lets go." He says holding your hand as he takes you to a ride

and wasn't that one of the best days you have ever had

still kind of pissed with the members that they didn't tell you the plan

but you got to spend the whole day with Jihoon

so it's a win-win

another one was when all of you were hanging out at their dorm

and you were all playing 7 minutes in heaven

where you write your name on a piece of paper

put it in a box

and whoever's name is in the paper you pick

you have to be locked in a small room/closet with that person for 7 minutes

hence the name, 7 minutes in heaven

after a few rounds of the game 

by rounds I mean your otps being stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes

it was finally your turn

and the universe decided that they wanted to play with you at that moment

"Jihoon." 

everyone basically started pushing the both of you towards the closet as soon as you said that

"I didn't expect that this closet would be this small." He said

"How could it be small for you when you're already small?" You teasingly asked

"Haha. Very funny y/n. " He said 

surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn't that awkward

maybe because it was just the two of you

yes you two were in a small closet

yes you're almost leaning against him

but it wasn't awkward

the whole 7 minutes was spent talking with the other with little space in between you two

and that was it

as much to your and the members' disappointment

nothing happened

after a few more times of trying to get the two of you together

you were honestly close to giving up at telling him at all

the other members went somewhere and yet again you two were left alone 

the two of you decided to have a movie marathon

it is now between 11-12 am

the both of you are already halfway through your 3rd movie

"Why did she do that?" He asks in frustration

"I don't know, that's why we're watching it"

"She shouldn't have done that." He replies

a few minutes later

the story got a bit boring and the two of you wanted to find another one

"Hmm. Where's my phone? Can you hand me my phone Hoon?" You ask, pointing at your phone right in front of him

"Sure"

and as if the universe wanted to play with you again

a notification popped up as soon as he picked up your phone 

allowing him to see your lock screen

the notification covered some of it but it's really obvious that it was him in your lock screen

"Ahh! No don't look at it!" You jumped from your seat taking your phone from him

he didn't say anything

he just smirked

"You have me as your lockscreen?" He looks at you

"Erm..no..what are y-" 

"Mhmm, I know you're lying right now." He said 

"Fine fine. Yes it's you. Let me explain"

he just nods in response

"okay so uhm. The reason why you're my lockscreen is because I uhm, kinda sorta have feelings for...for you." you say looking down, blushing 

he just stayed quiet

"Please if you don't feel the same way, that's fine with me. Just please, still be my best friend." You plead

"Ahh...I uhm.." he says

"...what is it?" You ask him

he says nothing and just hands you his phone

and you see that

his homepage is a picture of you

"I like you too y/n.." 

you were honestly about to scream

but you just pulled him in for a hug

"Phew thank god! I was scared I was gonna lose my best friend!" You say

"I just told you I liked you too and you're still calling me your best friend?" He said jokingly

"What do you want me to call you then?" You ask as you pull away from the hug

"Mine" he smirks

you hit him lightly on his chest

"Aish. I bet Junhui taught you that." You say to him

"Anyway...now that we know we have feelings for each other. Do you want to go on a date this week?" He asks

"Yes! Ofcourse!" You respond basically screaming

"Calm down. Let's continue watching the movie. Or maybe let's find another one. This one's getting boring." He chuckles

he opens his arms, signalling that you can cuddle

without hesitation

you went in 

the rest of the night was spent cuddling, watching and planning the date you two were gonna have this week.

"How about the amusement park? Or the beach? Or the museum? Oh! Theres a park near by. How about a picnic?" You ask

"Anywhere and anytime is fine. As long as I'm with you."

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