#maybe upgrade my coffee table lol

[silasea]

New couch finally got delivered 😍

[thedaythatwas]

one of my favorite post-canon komahina tropes has got to be uncannily observant komaeda. he knows which detergent scent hinata prefers to snag from future foundation's monthly supply drops. he knows that hinata prefers pens to pencils, and pens that click open to pens with caps that detach. he knows what time hinata tends to show up for meals, and how hinata takes his coffee (one sugar and a splash of low-fat milk. not black, but not too sweet, either).

(my drabble got out of hand, watch that happen below the cut lol.)

it's not that hinata himself isn't observant... well. alright. he isn't always observant. but he can lock in when he knows he needs to! he wouldn't have survived a killing game otherwise, and he's got some extra help now (when he decides to tap into it).

he just doesn't understand how komaeda keeps it up around the clock. he assumes it must be because his brain never really turns off. and, well. he's half right. komaeda has a hard time letting his guard down. actually, "hard" might win understatement of the century.

but it's more than that. of course, knowing the full truth would demand that hinata acknowledge the way komaeda's eyes trace his movements over breakfast, like he's mapping out a crime scene, or plotting the perfect kill. like hinata's some sort of prey. like he's special.

strip down hope's peak's dubiously ethical upgrades, and hinata's a reserve course student. he knows it. he knows that komaeda knows it, too. the attention he pays him doesn't add up, so he writes it off. he's imagining things.

so, when komaeda walks over to hinata's table to bring him coffee exactly how he likes it, it takes him off guard. he chalks it up to an exhaustingly keen eye, and maybe a bit of luck. komaeda's an anomaly, hinata has always known that. he rolls his eyes as the other slinks into the chair across from his own, props his elbows up on the table.

(he doesn't question why komaeda's bringing him coffee in the first place. komaeda knows better than anyone: hinata's whole "observant" thing... it comes and goes.)

[steamishot]

new year 2024

this holiday break was pretty fun, despite being sick for the majority of my time off. it was nice to have a big party that was constantly going, with all loved ones together.

i arrived back in LA on the 16th night at 10pm. my brother offered to pick me up because he had some coffee equipment he wanted to drop off at my parent's house. he was coughing in the car during the majority of the drive home. because it was like 2am EST by then and i just got off a long plane ride, my body was probably also weaker. i also thought i became "stronger" because i'm able to withstand the NYC cold so i didn't bundle up as much as i usually would - meaning, i was walking around with just a tshirt instead of sweater. i also went to their house again on monday to WFH before heading to pick my parents up at LAX, and my brother continued to cough a lot around me. anyway, i started feeling sick a week afterwards, coincidentally after my last work week. it started with having a sore throat that turned into a painful sore throat, then a full on cold with a LOT of coughing. i think it's the sickest i've been (minus covid) for the past 5-8 years and it lasted like a whole 8 days.

we spent christmas at my aunt's house. i was masked up with a sore throat, but wasn't feeling that bad yet. she cooked an amazing hot pot dinner. i gifted my cousins $25 each and wrote them a card. i was supposed to pick matt up from the airport that night (he was scheduled to arrive at 12:30am, but ended up arriving an hour earlier due to it being christmas/less crowds). he asked his brother to get him instead so i could rest.

that week, i progressively got worse. we were supposed to go to hot yoga and rescheduled it 3x, but ended up not going at all. on thursday, i went to LAX to pick up my auntie and uncle who were visiting from dallas. i was coughing basically the entire drive back. my aunt is a feisty/funny one with good fashion sense and her man is a white former policeman. we got khmer noodles in chinatown. i gave up my room for them to stay in. that night, i drove over to matt's place to sleep. his dad recently got a new tempurpedic mattress and duvet, and it's now like sleeping on a cloud (big upgrade from the previous spring mattress). his family gave me some antiobiotics and matt made me some hot lemon ginger tea.

friday morning, we were supposed to all head out to indio airbnb for a big family gathering (14ppl + baby). like our previous trip maybe 5 years ago, there was some drama about people not wanting to go or being on the fence about going. it was last minute that my grandma and uncle S decided to join. then even more last minute, uncle M decided to back out. then last last minute, uncle M decided to join again. so, we successfully got everyone out there lol. i was feeling really crappy this morning and almost didn't want to go. but i felt hopeful that taking antibiotics would help. we all met at my parent's house and departed from there - 3 cars total. the airbnb had 6 rooms and everyone got to sleep comfortably on a bed. there was a pool table, grill, jacuzzi/heated pool, and game room so everyone was pretty entertained. i was in and out of resting but it was really nice to have everyone around. the next morning, we took some fun group photos outside and it's a time i'll cherish forever. it's not easy to get the family together like this.

i spent that night and the next day at matt's again. with my family, it was about chilling and having fun. with his family, it's all about work/planning lol. his parents talked to me about planning a trip to japan, and also about a trip to vegas next week when matt's in town again. i let them know that japan is a bit far for us to fly out to from NYC (16 hours) and to wait until matt's job prospects are clearer. it would make sense to go once he has more than a week off at a time. for NYE dinner, we had bbq steak and skewers. i was still feeling sick but on the path to recovery by this time. that night, we retired early around 10pm because i had to drop matt off at LAX at 5am for an early flight back to NYC.

i spent more time with my aunt on her last days here. it took some time for us to warm up to each other, but it's always nice to spot some similarities within the family. she has a very feminine, aggressive strength that i admire. we went thrift shopping together and she helped pick out an elegant simple black helmut lang dress for me. i put on home alone 2 to watch together with her and my mom. i missed her after she left.

SS invited me to a classpass workout on 1/2 but we decided to reschedule for next time. even though we didn't get to meet, i appreciated the thought. i had the goal of running 2 miles multiple times a week and was successful up until the point where i got sick. i haven't done any workouts in the last 10 or so days. SZ will come over later for a baby workout.

therapy: i had my first video session with monica today. i felt a little awkward at first. she looked older than i thought she was (based off of her grad year, she's supposed to be around my age). i felt more closed off with the video on than on our previous phone call. i also noticed that i feel self conscious if i see her eyes looking elsewhere (thinking am i boring you, am i communicating well enough, are you listening, etc) and i share less when this happens. anyway, this session was OK. we had both come back from holiday mode. i had a generally great week and a half or so, so it didn't feel good to resurface my issues that i temporarily forgot about or to rehearse/explain them to someone else. it was like "here's reality again". or even worse, it felt like i was listing out all my problems, which takes even more effort for someone who doesn't already know me/my life. and also a bit more effort to explain the realities of a medical career. she asked a lot of questions, and had more questions after each of my answers without much feedback. i honestly felt worse after this session. i questioned if my issues are severe enough to warrant therapy or if it's more beneficial to chat with friends about it for support. anyway, i have another session with her next wednesday - we'll see how it goes. perhaps it's not a good fit, or this is just part of the process.

babysitting: my brother and SIL have been really really dependent upon my parents for babysitting. my SIL grew up rich and always had this mentality that she's the boss/can order other people around. she has a lot of tact so can get by with it. my parents (mostly dad) really missed my niece during their 3 week cruise, so they were happy to babysit her when they came back. the daycare was also closed for the holidays for a week. however, they're still really tired, from their own duties/chores, running businesses, entertaining visitors, meeting friends, etc. yesterday, my SIL received news that the daycare will be closed for the next two weeks due to personal issues - which means more work for my parents. though they are technically happy to babysit their grandbaby, it can also be extremely exhausting. my niece is also getting to be really spoiled because everyone dotes on her. today, my parents decided to start letting her be diaper-less. my dad spanked her for the first time ever twice today, like really hard, because she peed her pants after having the chance to pee on the toilet. he was only ever loving/doting/accommodating to her since she was born so it was shocking to finally see this discipline. i don't know how i feel about spanking.

[maladaptvs]

i still don’t know how to do my TK character headcanons cause not many would fit into concise categories ?

let’s revisit our wattpad phase and list the dates they’d take love interests on (EXCEPT I TRAUMADUMP ON O’DWYER??)

greg: greg does not ask you on a date. you have to do it. preferably take him somewhere he’s never been. (“How do you feel about Russia?”) NO SIT-DOWN FIRST FEW DATES. he’ll eat takeout with you in hotel rooms if you’d like to count that (i would).

gideon: this is difficult because it’s the 16th century. he’s showing you his bees and pressing flowers for you. zero physical contact from his direction, though you could do some Leaning into him without argument.

simon: he makes you dinner in his flat :3 it’s actually good! and he sneaks his hand across the table to hold yours.

pip!!! meetcute he stabs you in the thigh out of panic <3 no seriously, alright. he honestly just wants to trace his fingers over your shoulders for an hour, but he’ll amp up the effort and have coffee with you in a barnes n noble. you buy books for yourselves (maybe your favorites?) and swap. he learns a lot about you through reading it.

gregson: what is this? 1800s? what did you do then? just avoided the plague innit? i don’t know he tries to show you “cool” supernatural cases and explains why he named it what he did. it’s disturbing but at least he’s happy to share with you.

aitken: it’s a LONG date. an all-dayer. good morning, have you had breakfast? let’s go trail walking. get some lunch, where he asks “paintball or arcade?” and hopefully you pick the arcade (because he’s much too serious about playing paintball). he wins enough to buy you a little toy with his tickets. he’s not touchy, which makes his hand on your back while he adjusts your grip on an air rifle all the more heart-racing. he doesn’t seem to notice (or care?). later, he gets too invested, deafened by plinko, and finally asks if there’s anything YOU’D like to do. he asks about dinner, but you’ve gathered he’s not a restaurant lover. that, and he’s got mud stained shoes. you take dinner in to-go boxes (which annoys the staff) and end up at his flat watching Upgrade. no cuddles. yet.

gosh who else

OH jimbo. well. we know exactly how the date goes so is that necessary 🤨 and he Fucks.

we also know Wonderdate Timmy of course

WIRM LOL: let’s not pretend he’d like to take you on a date. we know how this goes. it’s dinner at a restaurant where he gets hammered and antagonizes the staff. he leaves either no tip or leaves way too much - no in between, but either way he’s calling the waitress sweetheart and she’s fuming. and then it’s on to bad sex with a drunken wirm being surprisingly obedient. we KNOW how this goes and we (i) sort of accept it.

O’Dwyer!! wow i haven’t thought about this for a moment. he’s a slut. i don’t know. he gets something doordashed to his cramped, messy apartment that has too low of lighting. he’s quite sweet, but it’s that prom king facade that your gut tells you isn’t true. you don’t really care. he’s nice enough, and when he’s finished with you he checks in once before turning on COD and ignoring you. (oh…)

Lawyer: yeah we know and he’s cheating on his wife while he does it

RAYMOND: raymond… god what does raymond do? brag? chop wood? maybe he “teaches” you some archery skills, but he’s too impatient and you end up just watching him dominate. he means well - it’s all to impress you, but obviously it doesn’t. you may take pity and go for a second date, if that’s your style.

SIDNEY: SIDNEY!!!!!!!!!!! sidney asks you what YOU want to do about 20 times. and whatever that ends up being, you catch him slapping a hand over his mouth too many times for you to ignore. he’s also glancing down at his phone while you speak, typing away. you realize later he was taking notes. you give him a peck before you leave.

jerry… something BORING and LAME like a war museum

CUSTOMER 😻😻🫶🫶 my husband tries to take you for dinner but it’s the most awkward tense and awful disaster and finally he offers to take you somewhere else. probably an arcade/rec room where he beats you in air hockey but wins you a plushie from a claw machine. it’s all awkward, but it’s endearing. (the second date is a movie. you can’t stop talking in the theatre and the people scolding you only make you laugh harder) (you’re menaces.)

sextus: forces you to watch him perform (you think you’re both going to see a play together. you’re wrong.) but at least he’s excited to see you when he’s off. his face is flushed and he’s very smiley and you think this wasn’t the worst date you’ve been on… but he makes you recount your favorite parts while he walks you home.

gary: takes you on his moped to some bad indie movie a “friend” of his probably filmed or acted in. that bit was cute, if annoying. but he takes you for food and asks what you want in a way that makes you say “nothing.” he doesn’t offer you any of his own. he’s not cruel, he’s stupid.

gavin: genuinely lovely? he takes you to some sort of art center with live music from local bands. maybe you watch someone paint on a stage. then it’s a walk through town. he points out small businesses and talks about the families that own them. you probably meet at least one cat. you’re not sure when you started holding hands, but you only notice when he lets go at the end of the night.

dale: dale isn’t fucking around. you go for a walk. he opens with questions about marriage, kids, where you’d prefer to live, where you work, if you’d consider leaving your job. he can worry about your personality after. if this questionnaire works out, he takes a breath and lets out a sigh that finally chills you both out. he asks if you want to stop for coffee. he buys you a chocolate croissant too. if you do marry him, it’ll be soon.

[survey--s]

510.

When was the last time you wore a full face of makeup? Probably my wedding day lol. I do wear make-up sometimes but generally there’s no point with what I do for a living.

Do you own an iPad? We have one lying around somewhere but it hasn’t been used for ages - I doubt it can even be upgraded or used properly at this point - it’s a very old one.

Who was the last non-relative woman you spoke to in person? Susie. We went out for coffee/ice-cream on Wednesday. What’s the most hours you’ve worked in a week? About 50-60 hours - but it’s never been a regular thing - just to cover really busy periods or staff sickness etc.

Do you believe in karma? No, it’s a nice idea though.

What temperature is your thermostat currently set to? The heating’s been off for about a month - according to the app it’s 16.4 degrees in here though.

What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? Nothing specific is coming to mind right now. Are you a kind, thoughtful person? No, that’s not really how I’d describe myself - IME the people who go out of their way to describe themselves as good people generally aren’t.

Do you know anyone who has a PhD? Yeah, quite a few people.

Who were you dating in July 2010? Or were you single? I think I was with Mike then? Not my husband, an ex with the same name lol.

How do you feel when you’re the center of attention? Uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Would you rather be a nurse or a mechanical engineer? A mechanical engineer.

Do you like Starbucks chai lattes, or do you think they’re too sweet? They’re okay - not my first choice.

Are you and your SO facebook official? Yeah.

Do you know how to set a formal table setting for a 3+ course dinner? I do indeed. Are you in a good mood today? Yeah, it’s Sunday and it’s raining and I don’t need to go anywhere or do anything and it’s VERY relaxing lol. Do you know anyone who works as a lawyer? Yeah, a girl I grew up with named Amy. Which would bother you more: being told you’re not likable or being told you’re not sensible? Being told I’m not likeable.

Do you have a difficult time relating to other’s emotions? Yes - welcome to live with autism, lol.

How many bedrooms does your house have? Two, but only one is used as a bedroom.

What was the last electronic item you bought? A vacuum cleaner.

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? No.

When you were 15, what did you want to grow up to be? I think an author or a journalist, or maybe a lawyer?

Did you ever achieve that? Nope - the only one of those careers I’m still interested in now is an author.

Have you ever had a dream in which you died? No.

Have you bought a bag of potato chips in the past week? Yeah, they’re my food weakness lol.

Does the thought of having wrinkles when you’re older upset you? No - I’d be pleased I’d reached an age where I was getting wrinkles. How often do you buy a new phone? Normally at the end of my contract, which is every 2-3 years.

Would you rather live in an apartment in the city, or a cabin in the woods? A cabin in the woods. Do you use Snapchat?  No. Is it even a thing anymore? lol.

Have you ever driven or ridden on a motorcycle? I’ve ridden on the back of one before, yeah.

Do you know anyone who’s struggling with addiction? Not anymore, the addiction took over and killed her.

Are any other members of your household home right now? Everyone’s home right now. Mike is upstairs with Layla, I’m downstairs with the dog on one side of me, and Purrlock on the other side - Toby is curled up nearby as well. It’s a rainy Sunday and we’re all feeling very lazy lol. What was your first job? And how long did you work there? Exactly the same thing as I do now lol. I was a dog-sitter - I did it on and off for a couple of years until the dog passed away.

What was your favorite school subject when you were in middle school? History and English.

[sarasa-cat]

Late last night I had An Idea 💡which made me decide to radically rearrange the living room furniture and remove a couple of personal items that were creating clutter.

One of my cats quietly watched and occasionally walked over to approve each change.

After I was done, the other cat came running downstairs to see what happened and had the biggest wide-eyed 👀ZOMG 👀

HOW DID THIS ROOM END AS A MIRROR IMAGE OF ITSELF?!?! 👀ZOOOOMG👀 how did this happen???!! WHO DID THIS?? ZOMG!! NEW ACCESS TO THIS WINDOW!!!! 👀

Anyhow. Today I have had coffee sitting in the living room seeing what I think of the change of view as I can now full enjoy our front garden. I like it!!

And now I have room for another wall of book shelves! (I need that)

But it also makes the space more cosy and intentional rather than open/“expansive” yet oddly cluttered all against one wall that has a bump out with two windows.

(Expansive in quotes bc I live inside an extremely-high-walk-score city neighborhood, not some suburban American sprawl home)

The only problem now is that I need a reading lamp or two for the couch. It’s dark in the deep-middle of this (tightly crammed for urban living) open livingroom-kitchen-dinning room as library with full on multi-monitor office-desk in a tight space between living room and dining room.

Also need to figure out if partner wants something useful installed on the wall over the array of work monitors.

Huh- maybe an added bonus: we purposely do NOT have a tv anywhere inside this particular space (instead the tv/media center/PlayStation etc is upstairs- in a sitting area just outside the bedroom). But now with this new livingroom arrangement, partner’s right-hand monitor can be swung around a little as needed to become an occasional TV. Not that I really need that but sometimes we take a mid afternoon comedy and coffee break and now I won’t need to uncomfortably hunch-hover while standing beside that (cranked super-low) sit-stand work desk (permanently liberated from Corpoland at start of pandemic). Those monitors are pretty large—I can see it fine from where I am now comfortably sitting.

It also makes partner’s work area into some sort of yesteryear executive office. Nice upgrade! (how about a pay grade raise? Lol)

Very Expensive (liberated from corpo land) ergo office chair now can also become a symmetrically aligned 3rd seating place around the living room coffee table.

Huh. Maybe partner’s work desk needs to double as an Afterhours PC gamer station?? Hmmmmmmm. Ideas.

[ancientwastedlores]

Undone by “Darling”

REQUEST (from @november-solarstorms​): Celebrating another year of this earth being braced by Tom Hiddleston's presence! Lol. Might I make a prompt request? I feel as though it would be interesting to read from Loki's POV to explore the dynamics between him and a human female who is just as intelligent as he. She has a sharp wit and even sharper tongue. Her sarcastic and clever nature enable her to out-banter Tony Stark, the king of snark himself (may he rest in peace). But she is also just as flirtatious and salacious. She never blushes, never falters, and is incredibly clever. You can decide the nature of their encounter. Really im just in it for a good game of cat and mouse.

A/N: Okay, I had SO MUCH FUN writing this!! And yeah, this will run a bit longer than my usual fics lol. Also, there IS a Loki POV, just keep reading thaaanks <3

WARNINGS: none. 

WORD COUNT: 1,932

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Undone by “Darling” 

17 hours and 6 white chocolate mochas later, it was finally ready - an upgraded version of Corvus Glaive’s glaive, this one spec-ed out to your fancies and requirements. It was a beast, and definitely not something Nick Fury would ever let you play around with, even if you made it. 

Satisfied with your work, you remove your safety goggles and grin at Stark, who is working on his own weapon he scavenged from the Black Order. 

‘I’m done!’ you say triumphantly, causing him to look up and groan.  ‘How did you finish before me!?’ he lowers his glasses and looks at your weapon.  ‘I’m smarter’ you say.   ‘I went to MIT’  ‘And I didn’t, yet here we are, both in the same lab’. 

He shakes his head, not unlike a petulant child, causing you to laugh. 

‘How far along are you?’ you ask.  ‘Still running diagnostics’.  ‘Still!?’  ‘Have you seen the size of his hammer?’ he gestures to Cull Obsidian’s chain hammer on his work table, but the innuendo doesn’t escape you and you grin at him. He facepalms. ‘Y/n, for god’s sake...’  ‘You’re just tired, or you’d appreciate the joke too’. 

You stretch your weary body and let out a deep breath. You’d test the weapon out tomorrow, but for now, you need a nap. 

‘Take a load off, Stark. Hammer’ll be there tomorrow’.  ‘Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you...’ he puts his goggles back on and get to work. 

xx

Loki’s POV: 

Humans are surprising, but I always knew that. I never thought them boring, even if my brother says I do. Humans are of so little power but such incredible resilience that it’s frankly astonishing. I am inclined to believe that sometimes resilience is just stupidity... in most cases, I am right. But that’s not to say I haven’t come across some truly brave people. 

Take the Avengers Tower, for example. 

Just in here, you have Y/n, a brave soldier with the mind of an intergalactic scavenger, and I do mean that as a compliment. She’s awfully clever, she can build better than Stark, and has a track record of finishing every mission to perfection and before time. And then you have the Super Soldier Steve Rogers, a big muscled, big hearted idiot who often mistakes challenging our enemies for bravery and morality. 

The two couldn’t be more different, but they get along like siblings. Not siblings like Thor and I... better adjusted, perhaps. 

They sit in front of me, talking about some mission while they play Chess. Her moves are quick but calculated, his take more time because he’s more interested in telling his story than playing the game. 

‘...so there I am, no weapons, no shield, bang in the middle of the Serpent Citadel...’ 

He’s a good storyteller, I’ll give him that. But not as good as Y/n. She paints quite a picture, full of delicious gory details and horribly dark jokes. 

‘Steve, you have to pay attention, you’re losing’ she says.  ‘Yeah, I don’t actually know how to play chess, I just wanted you to listen to my story’. 

She looks up at him, almost offended. ‘STEVE...’  ‘Cool, I’m gonna go wrap Stark into a game of Battleships and tell him about my fight with Copperhead’. 

She laughs as he leaves the room, and she puts the chess pieces away. 

‘We could play?’ I ask her.  ‘Is the God in a mood to lose?’  ‘Over confidence isn’t attractive in anybody’. ‘Oh darling, neither is telling someone what is and isn’t attractive’. 

She’s never called me that before, and in the context it should seem cutting, but it isn’t. ‘Darling?’  ‘Problem?’  ‘It’s quite a term of endearment to set someone straight’. 

She says nothing. 

‘Cat got your tongue?’ I tease her. She only smiles and continues putting the pieces away neatly. Stark’s chess set is gold and black, all individually carved pieces. The pawns are all Iron Man suits, but that’s to be expected. She handles them with the care Stark would. 

‘I mean...’ I continue, ‘honestly, if someone heard, they’d never let you live it down’. 

And she carries on, unbothered. 

‘Y/n!’  ‘Oh dear, look at you come completely undone with just one term of endearment’ she comments, shutting the chess set. ‘Whatever would happen if I held your hand?’ 

The very thought of it seemed to drain my brain of blood. I unwillingly glanced at her hands, working the lock mechanism of the box, her blue veins prominent. 

‘Cat got your tongue?’ she asked. 

I stood up, the human emotion of embarrassment becoming too familiar for me. ‘I’ll have to see you at lunch’.  ‘Sure, darling’. 

Oh, I hate how she’s enjoying this. 

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The next day, Y/n booked a training room to test out the Glaive, and Stark had a rusty but working chain hammer. Steve insists on trying it out anyway, and now our breakfast is being spent on discouraging him from doing that. 

‘Guys... if nothing else, I’ll still have my shield. Let me test it out!’  ‘Y/n’s glaive cuts through Vibranium, you know that, right?’ Stark says.  ‘Y/n wouldn’t do that’. ‘Oh yes she would’ Y/n says nonchalantly as she sinks her teeth into a bacon and egg sandwich. 

As she does, the yolk runs down her fingers. She makes a sound at the inconvenience and sets the sandwich down, then grabs a napkin. I’m hardly ever crude, but the energy it took not to take her hand and lick off the yolk myself could burn every star in the galaxy. 

Captain America scrunches his nose at her remark, severely offended. 

‘In any case, that shield barely covers your giant body. It will force Stark to make you a new one’.  ‘What do you care about his giant body’ Stark says.  ‘It’s America’s ass, Tony’ she takes a sip of her iced coffee. Steve blushes, and Tony rolls his eyes. 

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The training facility is magic, of course, somewhere between a mirror dimension and Wanda’s reality powers creating a safe cocoon inside the building so no one can be harmed. Y/n hardly trusted anybody to fight with her except Thor, but given the nature of Corvus’ Glaive, she knew magic would be required. 

And so she called me. 

After getting into my battle armour, I stepped into the facility, equipped with my sceptre and the teachings of the witches of Asgard. 

She whistles as I walk in. ‘Trying to distract me from killing you?’  ‘Are you?’ I ask. She’s dressed in a black bodysuit, details of purple in her belt and weapon harnesses.  ‘Why yes, I am. Glad you noticed’. 

The glaive is on the floor, and she stomps her foot on one part of it so it swivels up and neatly places itself in her hand. She smiles. 

‘Try to keep up. I’m not just looking for eye candy in a training partner, darling’ she says, getting into battle stance. 

With nothing left to say for the second time this week, I aim the sceptre at her and the stone at the end glows. 

She charges and I shoot at her, but she spins the glaive and creates a shield which absorbs the energy. 

She continues to charge at me. I shoot again, and again the glaive takes the hit. Not a scratch on her. 

Once she comes closer, she simply places the flat end of the weapon against my chest, sending me hurtling back into a wall. 

She spins the glaive and laughs. 

‘Compliments of Wakanda. It absorbs any hits and charges up with kinetic energy’. 

I get up on my feet. This is far from over. I create multiple illusions to surround her, all of them brandishing knives, Chitauri tech, and sceptres. 

‘Damn, suddenly my whole evening has opened up’ she says, looking around.

Even my clones look around at each other puzzled. 

‘Come on then, who’s up?’ she spins the glaive around. ‘One at a time or all at once, baby’. 

They charge at her, and I expected her to fight them off at once... instead she plants the staff on the ground and ducks, and a semi-circle shell grows from the top of the staff, down to the floor... like a mini fortress, completely impenetrable. It could, no doubt, continue to take hits and build up kinetic energy, so I call off the clones. 

She gets up and retracts the shell. ‘Nanotech’ she grins at me. ‘The whole shell sits in a disk. It can withstand bombs and even a moon’.  ‘Is there any tech you haven’t adopted?’  ‘I’m an intergalactic scavenger, aren’t I?’ 

I stare at her, horrified. Can she read minds? 

‘Maybe I can. Or maybe I heard you tell Stark when he was complaining about me finishing my weapon first’. 

Silence. 

‘Also, darling, you’re awfully predictable in your fighting’. 

She picks up every trick and tech she sees, so beating her is less about weapons and more about cunning. 

No problem. Cunning is my specialty. 

‘Ready now?’ she asks.  ‘Mhm’. 

She takes a deep breath to ready herself, her eyes shutting slightly. Once they open back up, she stares in shock. 

In my Jotun form, I give her my most menacing smile.

She cocks her head to the side, studying my icy blue skin. 

The illusion I cast of myself approaches behind her, dagger in hand. Once it’s close enough and I can almost taste my victory, she raises the glaive and in one swift motion, sticks it into its abdomen. 

The illusion disappears into green light. 

‘Cute’ she remarks. She points the glaive at me. ‘What else you got for me?’  I shift back to my Asgardian form and sigh. ‘You win’. 

Y/n laughs and lowers her weapon. ‘Oh darling, I won the second you walked in wearing all that leather’. She winks at me, then walks out of the facility. I feel a blush creep to my face, much against my will. 

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‘Maybe you should stick to your guns, Tony’ Y/n says, ‘Fancy suits is it for you, chain hammers may be overshooting it’.  ‘Is that what they taught you in the back alley you learnt ironmongery from?’  ‘Yes! Do you want their number, I’m sure they’ll have a spot on the waiting list for you’. 

Ah. Y/n’s relationship with Stark seemed more like mine with Thor. While they banter, Steve and Natasha tear up from laughing. I wouldn’t go so far as to call this domestic, but it certainly is comfortable. 

‘Come on, the glaive can’t be that good, right Loki?’ Stark asks. 

The company looks at me expectantly. ‘To say her weapon isn’t good enough means to insult your own tech, Stark. Everything about it is founded on your theories’. 

‘So technically, it’s my brain that made the glaive so cool’ he tells Y/n.  ‘Yeah, you could say that. The glaive comes from the same mind that manufactured Captain America’s dinner plate’. 

Steve doesn’t find that one funny, but Natasha does, sending her into peals of laughter. 

‘Oh whatever’ Tony huffs. ‘I’m going back to the lab’. 

He stands up and Y/n grabs his arm. ‘Aww Tony, I’m just kidding!’ she pats his hand, ‘Look, you’re a brilliant inventor, we all have our slow days’. 

He sighs and nods, and holds her hand. ‘Thanks... I guess I’m just not in my element, you know?’  ‘Yeah...’ she keeps patting his hand. 

And the feeling of domesticity creeps in. We really are all a family. Y/n smiles encouragingly at Tony, and Tony seems more relaxed. 

‘So, you want me to get you the number of that ironmongery, or...?’  ‘OH FOR...’ he snatches his arm away and storms out of the room, with Steve and Nat losing it all over again. 

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Hold On • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: some angst, a whole lotta fluff

word count: 1.6k

warnings: some strong language, descriptions of an anxiety attack

a/n: I started writing this at like 2am one night when I was in my chan feels, then homeboy played Michael Bublé during his last vlive and I took that as my sign to finish it lol. I also highkey recommend the song mentioned in this it totally didn’t make me cry while I was editing this noooo not at all 🖤

You pace back and forth in front of your front door, chewing on your bottom lip, occasionally checking the time on your phone as you impatiently wait for the mail to come. You try to distract yourself by scrolling through instagram and literally every other app you have, but your brain is too focused on one thing: an acceptance letter.

It’s a sunny but chilly Friday of what normally would be a regular week. This week, however, is the week universities send out their acceptance letters, and the first four days were complete agony of not hearing anything back. You had applied to one of the most prestigious graduate schools in the country, one that’s been around for hundreds of years and for some reason didn’t think it needed to upgrade its acceptance announcements with the current century. Honestly, you didn’t know people still sent actual letters anymore, but there’s something a bit comforting in receiving a physical copy of something that could be so important and life-changing to you. You had worked your ass off the day you started your courses in college, ultimately graduating two years ago with high honors and glowing recommendations from a few of your professors. Since then, you managed to score two internships in the film industry, all while working a part-time job and somehow not going completely insane. You did everything you could for a spot in that university’s graduate program, but despite everyone telling you that your acceptance is a sure thing, you still were insanely nervous.

To be honest, you don’t need to go to graduate school. Your bachelor’s degree and internships qualify you for any job you wanted in the industry, let alone your work ethic and resume you’ve built over the past two years. But you love learning, and this is the change to to meet new people and gain new experiences that you could only get from a graduate program. And sure, you didn’t need to apply to such a distinguished school, but the perfectionist inside you wanted the best of the best, and nearly all of your professors and friends encouraged you to apply, so how could you not?

After a few minutes of constant pacing, you check your phone again and let out a shaky breath, your nerves nowhere near being calmed. You sit yourself down in from of the door’s little mail slot and just stare.

“Baby,” Chan chuckles, watching you from the couch as he works on his laptop. “The mail isn’t gonna get here any faster if you stare at the door.”

“I know, but who knows, maybe the mailman will be able to sense my intense gaze from wherever he is and speed over.”

You hear your boyfriend rise from the couch and walk to where you’re planted, sitting behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “You worked hard for this, Y/N, they’d be crazy not to accept you. I’m sure you got in.”

You hum in appreciation and lean back against chest, smiling as he tenderly kisses your temple. Chan, being the actual angel that he is, was one of the main reasons you had managed not to completely lose your shit throughout the entire application process and waiting period. You two know each other like the back of your hand; anytime one of you (mostly you) would get stressed out over something, the other would always be there to help. But for Chan, it’s like he has a sixth sense for knowing when you’re going through it, because he’d be by your side within an instant. He was, and still is, your voice of reason, your comfort, your everything.

He takes your hands in his, gently rubbing circles against your palms. “Don’t worry, I’m sure the letter will arrive any moment now.”

The two of you stare at the door for a few minutes, before you can’t help but check the time on your phone again, and you release a worried sigh, beginning to impatiently tap on the floor. As if he could read your mind, Chan pulls you tighter against his body and snuggles his face into the curve of your neck. “Just relax Y/N.”

Once you manage to calm your nerves down again, he slowly gets up, eliciting a small whimper from you from the loss of his warmth, which only gets you a chuckle in response. “I’m gonna make some hot chocolate, want any?”

“Yes please, with a lot-“

“Of marshmallows, I know,” he laughs as he makes his way to the kitchen.

You smile, resting your chin on your hand, and turn your attention back to the mail slot. You wait as patiently as you possibly can for another five minutes, before you hear a crash from the kitchen. “You okay?” you call out, not taking your eyes off the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Just wondering, where do you keep your broom?”

“Christopher Bang, what did you-“

At that exact moment, the mail slot opens and you’re greeted with piles of letters and papers falling into your lap. With shaky hands, you sort through the mail, tossing a couple bills, a magazine, and some weird catalog from a brand you’ve never even heard of aside before finally digging up the letter you’ve been waiting for. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest as you frantically try to rip it open without giving yourself a paper cut.

“Was that the mail? Did it come?” Chan calls out from the kitchen, but you’re too in your own head to put words together to form an answer. 

You finally manage to open up the envelope, your hands trembling as you pull out the letter and slowly unfold it. All the words just seem to blur together, except the ones that catch your attention:

not accepted

In a matter of seconds, you feel yourself spiral. Your breathing begins to become more shallow and quicken, while your mind begins to race a million miles per second, trying to make of what you just read. 

What are you gonna do now? 

All that work, for what, nothing? 

Did you do something wrong?

Is there something wrong with you?

Are you just not good enough? 

A tear falls on the paper you’re holding, smearing the ink stating your failure, but you didn’t even realize you were crying until then. You furiously wipe them away with the back of your hand, but no matter what you do, tears just keep falling, and you can feel yourself beginning to hyperventilate, you whole body trembling. You know this isn’t the end of the world, but then why did it feel like it is?

“Y/N? Did you hear-“

You turn to your boyfriend, and the look on your face must have said it all, because the next thing you know, Chan is engulfing you in a warm hug, stroking your hair as you start to sob into his chest. “Hey, everything’s going to be okay. Y/N, please listen to me. Everything’s going to be okay. We’ll figure something out.” He kisses the top of your head and continues to let you cry as he hugs you close.

It seems like eternity, but you manage to calm yourself down a bit, clinging to Chan’s hoodie while listening to his steady heartbeat, and you finally bring yourself to look up at him. “I just… I just really thought I was gonna get in,” you say quietly, your eyes welling up again.

He gingerly wipes away the tears from your cheeks and offers you a sympathetic smile. “I know, baby, I know. I’m so sorry.” He pulls you back into a hug, rubbing your back to help ease the knots that had build up there from the stress. “Fuck them,” he mumbles against your hair. “It’s their loss for not choosing one of the smartest and hardest working people on this planet.”

You let out a weak laugh in response, grateful for his attempt to crack some jokes to ease the tension. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, closing you eyes to try to get rid of the stress that lingered in your head.

“I have an idea,” Chan suddenly says, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen in the room. He gently pulls away from you, and you watch in confusion as he makes his way across the living room, taking his phone out from his pocket and placing it on the coffee table. 

The next thing you know, Michael Bublé’s “Hold On” fills the room, and a small smile forms on your lips as Chan turns to you, offering his hand. You take it, and he pulls up from where you’re seated and close to his strong body, putting his hands on your waist as your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Slowly, the two of you begin to sway to the music, and you feel any remaining sadness and tension drain from your body as you dance with your boyfriend, and your smile begins to grow.

“So hold on to me tight, hold on, I promise it will be alright,” Chan’s smooth voice sings along with the music, and he’s looking at you with so much adoration, you can feel your heart swell. “Cause it’s you and me together, and baby all we’ve got is time. So hold on to me, hold on to me tonight,” he continues to serenade you, and you can’t help but giggle, causing him to start giggling as well.

You rest your head on his shoulder, releasing a sigh in content as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you Chan.”

“I love you too.”

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Life After Losing Him

Summary: Reader goes about their new daily life but soon runs into the best friend they had lost several months prior.

TW/CW: Platonic!Reader x Sam and Dean Winchester (mostly Dean tbh). Classmate bullying Reader. Should College Student Reader be a warning? Bc I feel like it should lmao. Lots of swearing. Dean does the silver blade test so a wound and blade are mentioned. I don’t think there’s anything else but lmk if I should add something.

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hello love, your writing is really good and I love how active you are on your account it’s very impressive I could never 🥰 I would be so honored if you could do a platonic imagine for me??? I had in mind like Dean going to hell and coming back and being mad at Sam because he stopped hunting and maybe being mad at reader for moving on and going to college/not trying to help Sam? Idk if that makes any sense lol”

Word Count: 1,880

A/N: So, Dean isn’t as angry as I could’ve written him to be, I didn’t really include Sam much in this one, and it’s mostly Reader going about her day in her new life. If enough of you want it, I could write a second part where Dean and Reader get home and talk to Sam or whatever. I hope this is alright. I personally really like some bits of it but as a whole it feels off to me for some reason.

Your POV

    I grabbed the car keys off my side table before heading out my bedroom door with my backpack slung over my shoulder. I stopped in the kitchen to grab the lunch I had packed the previous evening and a thermos of coffee before heading out for another day of boring ass classes. When I enrolled at the local community college to major in folklore and mythology, I thought the classes would be more interesting and it would be a piece of cake but unfortunately, I got stuck with a boring professor who obviously didn’t even want to be teaching the class in the first place. I push the garage doors open before making my way over to the car. I open the door and drop down into the driver’s seat, set my thermos in the cupholder near my feet, and toss my backpack and lunchbox into the passenger seat. After closing the door, I sigh as I place my hands on the steering wheel, “Alright, Baby. Another day without him but I know you’ve still got my back.” I reach over and pat the dash before cranking the ignition and pulling out of the garage to head for school. The ride to school is quiet aside from the classic rock drifting softly through the speakers.  

    I manage to find a decent parking spot within walking distance of my class but have to mentally prepare myself before grabbing my coffee and backpack and stepping out of the car. I lock the doors, shut mine, and head towards class. On autopilot, I find the classroom that I need and take my usual seat near the front against a wall and turn my back to the wall as I always do. Aside from a few who like to get here early for the same reason I do, to get our favorite seats, the majority of the class hasn’t arrived yet so I pull out my notebook, pen, and coffee. I avoid all eye contact with the others in the room and label my notebook page for today’s lecture. For the most part, people around here seem to avoid me although I haven’t decided if it’s because I intimidate them or because they think I’m “one of those backwoods crazy people” or perhaps it’s both. Regardless, it suits me fine. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to get a degree and do something useful with my new life. When he died, Sam and I both agreed to not try to find a way to bring him back and try to create a normal life. Every now and then, I secretly take a hunt but it’s usually nothing more than a basic salt and burn case. I did get a job at a local mechanic shop. They were practically begging me to take the job when I showed up for the interview in Baby.

    I’m pulled from my thoughts as a loud group of guys enter the room. I try to ignore them but as per usual their little pack leader wants to try to ruin my day. He calls out to me but thankfully before he can start something, the instructor enters and tells him to have a seat. I’ll have to give this instructor points for at least not putting up with any bullshit like that in his class. Anyway, the rest of the class joins shortly and takes their seats and, on the dot, as always, the instructor starts his lecture. A miserable hour and a half later I have several pages of notes, most of which are completely false from a hunter’s perspective, about topics I already know the truth about just so I know what the instructor will expect on the test. The instructor dismisses us so I pack away all my things and head back to the car to eat lunch before my next class.

    I’m about halfway back to the car, which is completely hidden by a huge, jacked up, 4x4 pickup truck, when the loud group of guys catches up to me and their leader calls out again, "Hey, nerd! Why don’t you stop for a second? I didn’t get a chance to take notes in class and I want to get pictures of yours.”

    I ignore him and keep my head down as I mumble under my breath, “yeah because you were sleeping,” and continue to the car. As I come around the back end of the pickup and approach the car, I slam into something, or rather someone, sturdy and nearly get knocked on my ass if it weren’t for the person catching me. Out of instinct I go to grab my dagger out of its sheath under my sleeve but the person grabs my hand, “Don’t pull that thing out here. It’s just me.” Hearing that voice causes pure shock mixed with a touch of suspicion to wash over me. I look up and into the face of my formerly, dearly departed best friend, Dean Winchester. However, before I can ask questions or even test to make sure it’s him, the small group of my classmates rounds the end of the pickup truck causing Dean to push me behind him in a protective way.  

    The pack leader grins mischievously, “Who’s this? You know this guy, nerd?”

    I roll my eyes but Dean speaks up for me, “I’m (Y/n)’s brother you little bitch. Now, fuck off and leave her alone.” In all honesty, Dean wasn’t biologically my brother but he and Sam have been the closest thing to having any siblings in general that I’ve ever gotten.  

    The pack leader looks around Dean at me, “This true?” I nod. He laughs, “Well, I don’t know which of you are driving this piece of junk but you should probably get with the times and stop driving this old rust bucket. Maybe you could upgrade to a nice truck like mine here,” he taunts patting the truck parked beside us.

    “Your attention seeking, overcompensating piece of shit on wheels could never handle the things this car has been through,” Dean argues, stepping forward. I grab his arm and tug in attempts to get him to back down, no luck.

    The guy scoffs, “Yeah right. I bet if your little friend behind you there hit a curb it’d tear this car to pieces.”

    Before Dean can get into a fist fight, I unlock the car door and shove him in before climbing in myself. Unfortunately, the asshole doesn’t get the hint that I’m leaving and leans back against Baby. I check the mirrors to make sure that I’m not going to run anyone over before driving forward out of my spot, mentally thanking whoever didn’t park there or had just pulled out of the spot in front of me, causing the pack leader to fall on his ass. I laugh to myself as I watch in the rearview mirror and then take off. I find a secluded spot on campus to park so that I can test Dean, figure out what the hell happened with him, and eat my lunch before my next class in four hours. When I put the car in park, and look over, he’s already rolled his sleeve up and has a silver blade ready for the test. He presses the blade into his arm right above another wound that looks fresh.  

    “I figure if Sam wanted all the tests done then you definitely will,” he grumbles before wrapping his arm having sufficiently proven he’s not allergic to the silver. I grab the bottle of holy water that I keep in my backpack and hand it to him. He takes a sip of it before handing it back to me. I nod in understanding before grabbing my lunchbox to eat.

    Once I’ve opened my sandwich, I take a bite, chew, and swallow before asking, “What happened this time?”

    “I don’t know, Sam’s working on that now,” he pauses, watching me, “I’d like to know what the hell happened to you.”

    “There it is again. You never call him Sam but that’s twice in just the past few minutes,” I muse, avoiding his question, “I guess you’re pissed at him because he stopped hunting?”

    “Yeah, and it seems to me like you did too so why don’t you answer my question?” he replies.

    I sigh, and toss my sandwich back onto the paper towel in my lap, “After we lost you, Sam and I agreed to not go looking for a way to bring you back and to start living a normal life. Granted, I always mentally thanked him for phrasing it that way because that meant if a way to bring you back fell into my lap then I could take the opportunity. Regardless, I got a job at a mechanic shop nearby and started classes here for a degree in folklore and mythology.”

    He scoffs and whips his head around to look out the windshield, “So you stopped hunting too. What the hell is wrong with you two?”

    “The two of us didn’t stop hunting. He did,” I snap back, “He doesn’t know it but I go on hunts every now and then when the apple pie life gets too boring.”

    “What about that asshole back there? Why do you let him bully you?” he asks, nodding his head toward where we had come from earlier.

    “He’s always trying to pick on me but I ignore him for the most part and keep my dagger in my sleeve just in case. The less attention I draw to myself the better.” I answer.

    “You’re really balancing all this? Like, you go to class and study for exams and shit but then every now and then you go hunting during the weekend?” he asks and I nod. “So, what about Sammy?”

    “He got a job, even been on a few dates but like I said, he stopped hunting, as far as I know anyway,” I respond. My phone dings before either of us could say anything else so I pick it up to check it and find that my instructor for my other class for today has sent out a message to cancel it for today. I toss the phone down onto the seat between us and stuff my sandwich and everything else I had pulled out back into my lunchbox before putting the car in drive and backing out of this spot.

    “What are you doing?” he questions, once again. I swear if he doesn’t knock it off with the questions, I’m going to roundhouse his ass.

    “Going home. My other class for today was cancelled,” I answer shortly.

    He’s quiet until we get to the campus entrance, “Can we- uh- Can we stop and get a burger on the way?” I nod as I laugh at him. This is probably going to be weird to adapt to but we’ll figure it out. The three of us always figure things out. Honestly, if this turns into something bigger, as it usually does, then wouldn’t mind quitting school. Turns out it’s not all it’s cracked up to be and definitely not for me. I just hope Dean won’t sulk too long about how Sam and I handled life after losing him.

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ONF in Cafe AU

(Establishment)

A/N : 200 followers special!! This different universe from Baker Yuto

Settings : A total brand new universe where they just gather by pure coincidence. Or an alternate universe where ONF later when their contract ended, they gathered to open a cafe once Yuto return to Korea from graduating his bakery course back in Japan. Hyojin, Seungjun and Jaeyoung helped by researching how to register+open business in Korea.

Roles

Yuto : The bread maker

Seungjun : Barista

Hyojin & Jaeyoung : Chief waiter and in charge of cashier

Minkyun : Assisting waiter and more of a helper in the kitchen preparing ingredients

Changyoon : In charge of other menus such as sandwiches/bagel sandwich and dessert

Reader : could be part timer or the regular guest (bonus a fan of ONF as well)

Bonus : Minseok might occasionally drop by to visit or Minseok as another member in the kitchen (i mean have you seen his IG???!!!!!)

Headcanons

As Yuto is more of a bread lover, the cafe would be a bakery+cafe style eatery.

The menu is made and proposed by all 6 of them. Also before they start running business, the kitchen gang has already tried making food to do taste test. (Including WM family)

The menu is written in Korean, English and Japanese.

Yuto would keep trying on making the best bread so he would experiment with different options such as more milk or less flour

Hyojin would always give ideas to improvise. And members trust Hyojin's thoughts because he is such a foodie XD

Seungjun would research and practice on his barista skills.

Changyoon would do graphic design of the menu

Minkyun and Jaeyoung would go out to find spot to rent and open cafe

Once the cafe is opened, this is how they run it.

Because of ONF's nature, I personally think they will test the timing of business by doing a few around of simulations.

This would be suggested by Changyoon and agreed by the leaders

So before they opened, they really tried it out at the empty cafe and simulated with full house for 3~5 days straight. Then they are content with the current timing as below.

I also think Seungjun Jaeyoung and Yuto would keep suggesting adjustments on the timing.

Especially Seungjun and Yuto. Seungjun in the bystander view because he is the barista and Yuto sharing the perspective on what timing those outside kitchen should alert those in the kitchen. They would run timer using their phone.

Bakery closes on 6pm, tidying done by 7:15pm, head out for dinner or simple dinner by whipping up some left over ingredients.

Grocery shopping on 8:45pm or 9pm, headback for cafe for preparations if necessary

Next day 6am at cafe to do early preparations, bakery side and morning take away opens on 7:30am,

10:00am opens for eat in + buffet, they do not do dinner so closes at 6pm and repeat for every day.

They closes on big event public holidays, end of the year+new year.

(They will get quick lunch by ingredients whipped up from the kitchen. Hyojin will switch with Jaeyoung, Seungjun will switch with the part timer, Yuto will get quick bites while waiting for dough to rise, Changyoon and Minkyun will switch)

(BTW this is just reference from my weak experience working on restaurant)

There are 5 walkie talkies. Hyojin, Seungjun and Jaeyoung have 1 each, 1 at the cashier and another is at the kitchen with speakers. This is for them to communicate and alert each other about the crowd and also any food items that are running out.

BTW should we are using the Minseok as one of the member in kitchen, he did not join immediately. But he do drop by to support his hyungs and being the 2nd food taster.

His hyungs and Yuto are a bit reluctant to recruit him but, to their surprise, Minsk volunteered himself.

And oh boy his hyungs all in awe at how good this baby boy's cooking is!!!

Funny moment when Seungjun caught Hyojin eyes are gleaming with bliss after Hyojin tasted Minseok's food. And then only the other hyungs swarming over wanting to taste Minseok's cooking lol

(Hyojin already numb due to so many times food tasting lol but cos he loves to eat he still finishes all the samples. But Minseok's cooking was a breather for him at that exact moment)

Also Changyoon has an idea that putting surveys on each table and let guests to fill in. When they submit to cashier, they might get coupons (?) or maybe discounts about 83%

Or maybe some collectibles and when they got all six stickers, they get 83% discount? (its flexible)

The cafe gains popularity because of the quality and due to good looks of chief waiters and barista.

Also, I think in their menu, (should this is the contract ended ONF universe), they might integrate the member recommendations, it is flexible either food or drink. Or maybe both

Hyojin definitely going to recommend 2 smoothies.

Changyoon would recommend pasta and dessert

Minkyun will go for a sandwich

Jaeyoung might recommend Yuto's sourdough bruschetta

Seungjun will recommend one type of latte

And Yuto will recommend 1 or 2 breads found at bakery/buffet corner. But for menu he would give out tips like which bread type goes better with which cheese or jam

（BTW I think its cute should they use their mascot deer, shark, maltese, gorilla, cat and bread as avatar/icon that appear at recommendations!）

And on their birthday, (this could be Seungjun's idea) there will be a 83% discount sticker placed on the recommended food/drink by the member.

And since we talked about menu...

Again its a bread themed cafe, so the main would be bread, brunch and all day breakfast.

Bread type (buffet) : mini croissants, mini buns, scones, baguette, bagel, white loaf, sourdough

Bread type (bakery) : croissant, buns, garlic bread, scones, baguette, bagel, red bean bun, packed bread loafs

Let me explain about buffet first.

Buffet is for brunch+lunch, which starts on 10:30am to 2pm. Its a 90 minutes course. In that course you can pick 1 of each option of bread, salad, toppings, sides (sausages, hams, cheese and baked beans) and also random desserts.

They offer butter (salted and unsalted), 3 to 4 types of jams (strawberry, mixed fruit and marmalade), variety of paste to go with bread (mashed avocado and Parmesan garlic pesto). also Nutella

For buffet, beverage there already stocked variety of juices, warm coffee and tea (that are already prepared earlier) and fresh water

Cheese they will go for cheddar, Havarti, Feta, Mozarella and brown cheese.

Should you don't go for buffet, they have eat in cafe menu. Which are separately made set meals that comes with beverage. Like sandwiches, bagel sandwiches, spaghetti/pastas, or bruschetta with topping of your choice (6 the most)

Seungjun would prepare freshly brewed coffee, latte, tea, frappe and even smoothie.

Desserts are all simple desserts, like mini tarts and mini cupcake. For specially ordered ones would non baked stuffs that Changyoon and Minkyun made early in the morning and stored in fridge (because dont wanna clash with Yuto baking should any bread nearly sold out. Also can have more flexible timing should Yuto need help they can back up)

Initially, Changyoon will always make extra desserts by x2.5 amount, especially mini tarts or mini cupcakes at the buffet area. He is a worry wart.

BTW the bell Changyoon presented Yuto during OnDaeJeon? Its later used at the cafe lol. As the alert tool for waiters that food is done come and take it

I think on early years, at most 2 years, they are not going to do delivery or food app order service just yet.

But they will run an Instagram or twitter account for the cafe and using it just like how they are doing with they current twitter account. Promoting food and giving out random recommendations also a glimpse of their daily lifes running the cafe and bakery

I think Changyoon would upload a pic of seasonal fruit and a teaser for new seasonal dessert? And then lol it will sometimes plot twist ends up being seasonal beverage that made by Seungjun lol

Should Minseok is not a member running the cafe, the boys consult with him occasionally about adding new seasonal,time limited items.

Also Hyojin and Yuto being the photographer taking picture of the food. Oops I forgot, the pictures of food items in menu are both taken by them too!

Minkyun will bring along one of his fave part timer to do emergency grocery shopping should he needed a hand.

Hyojin and Jaeyoung will try to help customer to decide by suggesting recommendation

Also Hyojin, who would sometimes keep an eye on how customer do combination on their food and get inspiration from it then later try to propose to the team.

As chief waiters, both Hyojin and Jaeyoung would always during at the cashier, asking customers should they have any suggestions or proposal (even if they submitted the survey). Values communications and feedback between staff and customers.

Also Seungjun will help out keeping an eye in case they miss out someone trying to call a waiter. Later after a year of profits, they upgraded to bell calling service type, press a button and they come serve you in a minute.

Initially, Hyojin and Jaeyoung would make use of walkie talkie to recite orders that they get so that Seungjun, Yuto, Changyoon and Minkyun can get them

After maybe a couple months of profit, they upgraded it to tablets. while the walkie talkie is used as mentioned above, to alert regarding to run out/sold out food items.

Also, once reached closing hours, I think they will also have a brief meeting. Especially for waiters team. I think Hyojin would guide and critique on performance.

In overall it is very warm to work with ONF but you have to keep up because they are also strict.

I can see should they know part timers birthday, they would wish them. Maybe Changyoon/Minseok will shove special dessert or pasta for them.

It will be funny that some fans went there hoping to see Yuto, Changyoon and Minkyun but they are busy, do not want to disappoint, Hyojin and Seungjun might try to call them out using walkie talkie. (only apply to the contract end universe)

Oh I had a thought, maybe not the public knows that Minseok joined? I think maybe its also Minseok's terms and conditions because he does not want the spotlight he just wanna help running the business

Also should WM family drop by to visit, the first word as they enter the door, both sides will go “Aigooooo~~~~!!!” (Refer to RTK where Oh My Girl drops by to check out ONF for TWML practise)

Should that happen, its a big day for the fans

BUT!!! I can think ONF cafe later be the hangout spot for WM family? like member’s birthday? lets go to ONF cafe! Because Yuto baked a cake specially for us!! and off they go~ 

I mean its a great deal, considering Yuto’s love for bread and he did not sell customised cakes. So its personalised stuff he made for those he cared about.

That is why mostly the gathering will happen after 6pm or

Maybe WM managers drop by to pick up the special cake

Also, Yuto let part timers to have leftover breads or desserts at bakery and buffet area for free. His hyungs agreed because you should not waste food. Plus freshly made bread are their selling point so they won't recycle them.

A/N : gonna stop here and should there is more, I might do a part 2~!

[dreamsafterhours]

college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: III (donghyuk's pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: mark+my/n (fem), donghyuk+dy/n (fem), platonic!mark+dy/n, platonic!donghyuk+my/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college bf warning: some swearing

masterlist

or click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

III: 별빛이 내린다 샤라랄라랄라라 (2+2=4)

the meeting of two souls: donghyuk & dy/n

welcome! back and to the next part

in which things actually happen! yay

so. up until this point

it’s been quite obvious i hope

that this is the one where The Soulmates Meet™

and this one right here is the one where donghyuk meets his future wifenew best (not) friend

dammit this is a set plot with SET relationships

yeah

major spoilers for future parts but hey :) y’all know it i know it let’s just.

let’s get to it!!

that day you accidentally sleep in after a late night and walk into your lecture looking pretty trashier than you would normally a few weeks into the first sem and you’re already tired it’s okay bby aww

and mark suggests skipping the next lecture and going for coffee instead

you’re like ok lmfao free coffee for me yay thanks marcus i owe you one

and to make up for the lecture he suggests he join you and your roommate with his own roommate in the library later that day to study the material you’d missed out on

so you’re like sweet study group hell yeah and apparently his roommate is also in biomed like your roommate? hey they might get along pretty well it’d be nice to have roommates in the same faculty hey

little do you know you little cutie you uwu

mark takes you to a cafe to buy you your favourite drink and a croissant bc you skipped breakfast again and he cares about his friends ok plus he was eyeing that donut next to the savoury menu in the glass cabinet and he would have felt bad if he got something to eat and you didn’t

you sit down, sipping your drink at the window seats and wishing your fatigue away

laughing with mark about what you slept so late for

my/n had been ranting about her love life again or perhaps lack thereof,,

don’t worry tho

after you’d gotten her to sleep, you’d gotten major feels for an essay question that you’d been tasked with due in a week but you hadn’t touched it until last night

staring at the prompt for at least half an hour trying to get your head around it and wondering what the hell you’d write about

but like they say

starting is half of it

so when you start spinning your words and getting into the writing mood

you accidentally wrote an entire draft without realising

albeit being full of loose ends and points you need to refine, etc., it was a decent body of work that you’d tackle for a few more nights before turning in

a skeleton, you’d called it

“a skeleton?”

“yeah. next thing i need to do is.. flesh it out”

“.. literally”

cue mark’s small pause

/inhale/

/MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

you know how mark’s laugh is very how do i put this into words hm dictated

you can HEAR each HA and they’re separate syllables yet sometimes they can vary in tone and length right it’s usually the more consistent HAs before he kinda loses it and starts throwing himself around

it was that laugh

honestly man finds everything funny his laughing threshold seems so low

and no matter how unfunny you are he WILL laugh at anything you say

and you’ve been doing it a lot lately

you could say literally any random thing and he’d already be ready to laugh (see Figure 1.1)

Figure 1.1

you: /snort/

mark, already giggling: “what”

you, still sniggering: /touches his elbow/ “arm knee”

mark: /inhale/ gotta live and breathe that oxygen

mark: HAHAHAHAhahAhaHAHAhahAhHa (decrescendo.. cRESCENDO)

^ that but looped, with intermittent slaps to your arm

anyways you never fail to make him fall out of his chair in laughter

but enough of that. dy/n is donghyuk’s y/n for a REASON ahEM

so after you finish up your breakfast at the cafe you go back to your dorm to take a power nap and recharge before your library session you were going to stay awake but mark forces you to take a nap and you’re like bro you just fed me caffeine now you want me to sleep??

then he tells you he ordered your drink decaf

you turn to him real slow

“.. you sick traitor. how dare you besmirch my name so. you scorn my forefathers and our dependence on the holy bean’s juices. betrayal runs rampant in your soul and mine stands at the mercy of your choices, them informed by the devil himself”

mark: /shrug/ “placebo effect yeet. hey, it worked for a bit. now you should really go home and get your sleep”

and he drags you back to your dorm and waves you off before going to his next class

you’re lowkey grateful for it tho when you take a shower and collapse onto your bed, falling asleep in what you think could be half the time you usually take

dreaming about losing your airpods and mark yelling at you to be more careful and then you two fighting bc you’d just lost your $300 bean sprouts but you could have sworn he took them

then police sirens went off out of nowhere and both of you were being arrested for assault and thievery

why you were the one being arrested, you had no idea but it’s a dream nothing follows the guidelines of hard reality anyway

just as you’re about to be handcuffed, you think to yourself, nope. i have a library session to attend. ain’t nobody got time for this shit

and you just

wake up

but the sirens are still continuing?? so you’re like ? is my building surrounded

they’ve come for me

even though you haven’t exactly broken any laws or have you

and you realise it was the alarm you’d set in time to get ready for your library session

so you grab your stuff and leave for the library, double checking with your roommate over text to make sure she was on her way

her lab class was taking longer than usual so she tells you she’ll be 10 or so minutes late

so you tell her you’ll be saving a seat for her and call mark to let him know you’re on your way to the library

“oh i’m already here lol. alright, i’m waiting for you outside”

and sure enough, you see him leaning on the wall of the entrance, eyes on his phone

you consider calling out to him but before you actually do, he glances up and spots you walking over tf do you have psychic spatial awareness mark

smiles and takes his corded earphones out

“you seriously need to upgrade those”

“they work fine”

“nop i’m getting you airpods for your birthday”

“dUdE thEy’RE tOo ExPEnSiVe. nO dUDE NoO”

“nOP. i’m GOING to buy you EXPENSIVE BEAN SPROUTS for your LIFE DEBUT ANNIVERSARY and you CAN’T STOP ME”

at this point i should just put /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ and you should know what laugh i’m referring to

/MARK LEE’S MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

/MLML/ for short

nvm it’s fine it’s kinda fun to type /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/

literally mark laughs in bolded italics i’m just sad i can’t underline it on tumblr unless it’s a link lmfao

n e ways

i digress

you shush him because you’re about to walk into the library

“qUIET DOWN marcus” turn that sh down for quiet new dawn

the library is almost full for the day but after a minute or two scouring the building you find an empty four seater in the middle of nowhere it’s CRAZY you can NEVER find a MIRACLE like this life couldn’t get better

i’m sorry

you speed walk to claim it even though there was no one else in your vicinity to threaten your territory

mark laughs at you trying to get to the table as fast as you could without all out running

getting out your things, you send a photo of your seat to your roommate and tell mark to send it to his roommate as well so they know where to find you

you start watching the lecture online while taking notes and since you’re not in the lecture theatre you can talk more audibly with mark not that you don’t talk in the actual lecture too,,

maybe you do text a lot,,, during class

mark usually says things like “.. implications of what now?? interpretation of huh?” to which you reply “i want cheese when i get home”

and he has to stifle his laughter while you keep your straight face and continue writing your notes he admires this ability ngl

and so while you’re watching it on your computer

you can say things like “fuck. i want pickles”

and mark will /throw himself back/ and cackle and probably say some shit like “DIDN’T YOU HATE PICKLES??” between his giggles

and you’re like “yeah. fuck pickles but like. fuck. pickles”

he almost falls off his chair at this point

but when he balances himself again he spots someone down the corridor and wave them over

“oii! over here dude”

you turn to glance at them to expect his roommate, but you see your own roommate talking to someone and wave her over as well

“heYY my/n”

you see the other person turn to your roommate and tell her something, , then she says something back

which is apparently shocking to them, because he glances over at mark and then at you

and then he looks again when your roommate points straight at you

to which you’re like ?? hi? y u look me

and then they both start laughing

you wonder if they were laughing at you or smth until mark’s like “tf is that idiot doing”

and u look at him like ? what idiot

“that idiot. the idiot roommate i told u about. the one who called u a homewrecker”

and you’re like

wait

[info clog]

wait

[error]

“wait”

“what”

“that’s your roommate?” u point at the boy next to my/n, who r both still laughing at something going all “wOW r u KIDDING” he has a loud voice

and mark’s like “? yeah”

and you go

“.. the girl next to him is my roommate”

mark: “wait what”

that’s what she said

at that point they’ve made their way over to the table, still trying to hold in their laughter

you start to introduce your roommate to mark, who’s still confused by the situation

you: “mark, this is my/n, my/n this is mark”

my/n: “nice to see you again mark”

you: “wait. again?”

mark: “yeah we’ve met. hi my/n”

you: “what”

mark: “yeah”

my/n: “yeah”

his roommate: “yeah”

you:

you: “i feeling like i’m missing something here”

turns out

surprise surprise

that one friend that my/n had made in her biology class was mark’s roommate oh my god they were roommates

whose name, you are told, is lee donghyuk

magical moment

us watching: heh 🤤

u can’t help but do a lil body scan from head to toe bc he a fine piece of cake we all know that

honey skin, oversized white t shirt, black pants, sneakers and lighter brown hair that looks fluffy the type of fluffy that makes u wanna touch it

yes he’s good looking. yes

yaaaaas

then mark tells him your name

“she’s the one i said reminded me of you”

“r u talking abt me behind my back marcus??”

donghyuk laughs and holds out a hand for you to shake

“what kinda coincidence is this?? i adopt your roommate, you’re dealing with mine”

“oh you’re gonna have to get in line to adopt her, i’m her legal guardian, sorry donghyuk”

to which he goes

“lmfao then we’ll both be her parents”

“k but i’ll keep her on the weekends. you see her on the weekdays”

then he wipes his smile off his face and he’s like “who said we’re split”

mark and my/n are doing the /MANIACAL LAUGHTER/ at this point

mark: “so ,, seriously what are the chances”

you: “this quartet,, it’s fate guys it’s fate there’s no way about it”

yes it is. yes. it is

even that four seater table was free because of fate

donghyuk: “this calls for drinks later. we all free? no 9am classes tmr?”

my/n: “we have a physics prac at 8:30 dingus”

donghyuk: “ah shit”

you barely got any notes for that lecture for at least an hour because you end up talking altogether throughout the session but once you remember you’re in a library to study you request a ceasefire and agree to study for a bit which,, you gotta admit ,, isn’t really productive because you’re so excited to meet someone new

but the best part about the day was when you notice how many times mark is glancing at your roommate while she’s reviewing her notes, completely oblivious

donghyuk complains that he’s hungry after another hour or two and you suggest you all have dinner together

donghyuk leans back in his chair in a stretch, his jumper lifting up a little over his jeans and showing a bit of his belly “ah i’m craving chinese”

you perk up, “mE TOO”

so you all go to your favourite chinese place just outside campus where you find out that mark and my/n have the same taste and so do you and donghyuk

he points and u and goes “oH?”

“jjAMPPONG? U TOO?”

“the ONLY DISH EVER”

mark and my/n: jjajang is fine : )

you and donghyuk: “JJAMPPONG IS SUPERIOR”

give him a bro five with the shoulder bump and everything

the boys walk you and my/n back to your dorm afterwards

donghyuk and my/n end up walking in a pair and mark walks alongside you

mark mentions how it’d be fun if you made a group chat together

you: “do it”

“i don’t have your roommate’s number tho”

you’re smiling wickedly at his reaction “?? ASK HER FOR IT”

“dude what?? no u make one and i’ll add donghyuk to it”

“bRO JUST ASK”

“wHAT NO U DO IT THEN”

so u go

bet

and you call out the two biomed kids walking in front of you

“hey donghyuk! give me your number i’ll make a group chat”

“sure lol” and you open up a new contact to let him type his number into your phone

he saves his name as hot boi hyuk ✌🏻

which you just leave bc you’re busy making the group chat

mark is still astounded that you asked donghyuk for his number so easily

you: hi hello good day

my/n 🌸: yeetus meetus

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: bow before me

you: here before me lie the beginnings of a new era

you: one born from blood and stone

my/n 🌸: tf is she saying

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: idk but lets go with it

you: together we rise from the rubble and sort through the debris

hot boi hyuk ✌🏻: yas queen

my/n 🌸: i hate this gc already

you: and we WILL REBUILD THIS EMPIRE

read by marcus the fool 🤡 at 8:21 pm

safe to say you stay up for a good while talking on that group chat while mark just sits idle,,

you honestly don’t know if he’s consciously reading or not maybe he just left his phone on the chat

and thus our quartet is complete,,

and they all lived

happily ever after

but this isn’t the ending tho is it

wink wonk /waggles eyebrows/

this is but the epilogue to the prologue

that doesn’t make sense but n e ways

our quartet has not yet become two pairings

y’all just don’t know what the future has in store for you :)

click here to meet your soulmate, eng lit!mark!

II ⇤ | III | ⇥ IV

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[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

prompt 16 & 19 with jimin please 🥺

  Wow, so this went way over what I think the drabble limit is. Either way, I had a lot of fun with this request and it surprisingly came easy to me. So Anon, whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this and have a Merry Christmas/Happy Hanukkah or good day off. Me? I need to go to bed, because I open early tomorrow at work. Lol

Prompts: “You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me.” “I read your note. I know you didn’t mean for me to, but I’m glad I did.”

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  You often wonder what your life would be like without Park Jimin. On one hand his friendship is the only reason you have any friends at all. If he hadn't decided to 'adopt' you in second grade, you are sure you would've been a hermit. Yet on the other hand if you never met Jimin, your heart wouldn't be in so much pain. Falling in love with your best friend isn't the fairytale dream, movies portray it as. There is none of that will they, won't they crap or slipped confessions and longing gazes shared across textbooks. 

    Instead you get this: sitting next to Jimin and his girlfriend Hyejin while watching a movie of her choosing. A first row seat to the reminder that Jimin loved someone else. "I still don't get it. Why would you write a love letter just to not send it?" Jungkook asks, from his spot on the floor. 

    Tonight is your biweekly movie night, and friends are scattered haphazardly on your living room floor complaining about this week’s choice. Orinignally it was Jimin's turn to choose, but he gave it to Hyejin who excitedly chose To All The Boys I Loved on Netflix. Not your group's usual genre hence the criticism. "It's how she deals with her emotions." Hyejin explains. "She writes a love letter and that's the end of her crush."

    "Seriously Kook pay attention." Jimin teases with a wink. 

  Jungkook flips him off. "This movie is stupid. I mean isn't that what diaries are for?"

  "I don't know. Do girls even own diaries or is it all Hollywood lies?" Jin questions from his spot on the recliner. 

  Besides him, Namjoon shrugs. "Don't know. I never snooped around my sister's stuff."

    "Same. " Taehyung voices for the floor.

"Really? My sister owned one. Used to hit me every time I went near the damn thing. " Hoseok laughs next to Yoongi. 

  You roll your eyes at the exchange. Sometimes you forget how clueless the guys could be about girls. On campus they are such charmers, it's easy to forget how stupid they really are. "Shhh…. you're missing the movie. " Hyejin shushes.

   The boys make a face, but the conversation ends at that. At least it does until your phone dings.

  Jimin: So any diaries I should know about? 🤔

 Me: Like I'd tell you. 

 Jimin: Ouch, you wound me, (Y/N). I thought there were no secrets between us. 💔

Me: If there were they'd be in my diary. 😝

Jimin: Evil. Pure evil. 

  "Babe, watch the movie." Hyejin whispers. 

Your heart squeezes painfully as you watch Jimin set aside his phone to cuddle Hyejin. Deep down you know you have no right to be jealous. You had years to confess your feelings but never did. Fear always stopped you and now it is too late. 

   "I-I think I'm going to turn in. I'm not feeling so good suddenly." You excuse, leading to your feet.

  The guys shoot you a pitying look. They all know how you feel towards Jimin. Everyone but Jimin knows about your crush.  "You okay? You're not feverish are you?" Jimin asks, sitting up.

   He reaches out to feel your forehead, but you dodge him. "It's my stomach!" You lie quickly. "I think it was the Chinese food."

   "Yeah, I'm feeling kinda queasy too. I think I'm gonna head in too." Jungkook adds quickly. 

    You send him a grateful glance, before disappearing to your bedroom. Silently you remind yourself to upgrade Jungkook's rank on your  friend/ roommate list. With a sigh you sink into bed struggling to push Jimin out of mind. However he lingers just like he always does. 

    No matter how you toss and turn or try to distract yourself, Jimin is always somewhere on your mind. It doesn't help that the two of you are roommates either.  "Come on, get a hold of yourself." You whisper to yourself. "You know by now how he feels, so why torture yourself?"

   Unfortunately despite the pep talk your mind refuses to quiet. You're about to give up when an idea appears. Maybe Hyejin’s cruddy movie is right. Maybe you need to write how you felt- like some sort of fake confession, then perhaps you can move on? 

    You move to your desk decided. Although you don't have the envelopes or stamps Lara Jean had (cause let's be real, who writes letters anymore), you can pretend it is a note like ones Jimin received back in high school. A note to the boy you loved before.

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    After that night your feelings become a little easier to manage. The note labeled plainly 'Park Jimin' sits on the very top of your closet safe from sight. It is your own little dirty secret of emotions that would one day fade away. Surprisingly it gives you comfort knowing that even as time changes your feelings, the love you felt for Jimin would remain present in that note.

    "Guess what guys? The guy at the coffee left his number on my cup. I'm thinking about calling him, what do you think?" You inform, plopping the groceries down on the table. 

     Normally you'd keep such flirtations a secret, seeing how they always ended before they could begin. However since your 'confession' you feel ready to consider options beyond Jimin.  "I think who the hell are you and where's the real (Y/N)!" Jungkook cries dramatically. 

   You blink confused. "What the hell type of reaction is that?!"

    "An honest one. Now tell me what you did with my roommate?" Jungkook continues.

   You roll your eyes, turning toward Jimin who has yet to say anything. "What about you? Do you think I'm crazy to want a date?"

    Jimin says nothing merely staring at you like you've grown three heads. An exasperated sigh escapes you. "Seriously? I support you guys all the time, why can't you do the same-"

    "I read your note." Jimin declares suddenly. Your blood freezes at his words. "W-what?"

  "Your note. The one confessing your feelings for me? I found it by accident searching for your chemistry notes from last semester." 

   His words are clear Korean yet your mind refuses to comprehend them. "No. That's impossible. I put it somewhere safe. Somewhere  where you can't find it."

   "I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I read your note. I know you didn't mean for me to, but I'm glad I did." He says, stepping closer. 

    Panicking you step backwards hitting the door. No. No.  This couldn't be happening. You are just dreaming. Your note is safe and Jimin is blissfully unaware of how you feel.  "Please, please just forget you ever found it." you beg.

   A dark look forms on Jimin's faces. It’s one you've only seen a few times when he was truly mad. "Why? So you can continue pretending to be okay seeing me date other girls?"

     "I'll get over it. I swear-" you babble, only to be cut off by him caging you between his arms and the door.

     "You're not listening to me,  (Y/N). You don't have to pretend to be okay with me. You especially don't have to pretend to be okay with me dating other people. Not when I love you too. "

  Your mind stops. "What?"

The dark look on Jimin's face  suddenly transforms into an almost melancholic smile. Gently his hand reaches to cup your face.  "I said I love you too. I have since we were kids."

    "But what about Hyejin?" You ask. 

Jimin shrugs. "I broke up with her last week. It was never going to work out."

   You still  can't believe your ears. Not when  the world handed you everything you ever wanted on a silver platter. It is too good to be true. There is no way-

     His lips press softly against yours. A  full minute passes before he pulls back, a goofy smile showing on his face. "You're overthinking it too much, (Y/N). Just enjoy it."

   So you do. Even through Jungkook's sudden cheers of 'finally,' because really? Why the hell was he still there?

[skiesoftwilight]

An Important Purpose (Jason Todd)

This was a fun one to write, not gonna lie. This piece was inspired by @incorrectclichefandom‘s recent “quote” from Jason Todd about the plants. It had me cracking up and I knew I had to write something about it, so I did!I tried to make it short but you know me: detail, detail, detail! I tried to make it funny just like the quote, but I don’t know, we all have different types of funny, lol. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Inspiration

Word Count: 1753 

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Tim walked around the living room, taking in all of the little details that you worked so hard to put up. He complimented you on your decorating skills, giving you credit for the look cause he knew that Jason didn’t have a creative bone in his body when it came to decorating. Tim stopped by the window as he saw the four trays of flowers sitting by the open window, soaking up all the sunlight they could.

“Nice flowers, they’re very vibrant, they really make the room pop with color,” Tim complimented your choice of flowers as he walked up to them to get a closer look. He leaned down to smell them, but there was nothing–not even the smell of the soil was evident. Inspecting them further with his fingers, he pinched a pedal and instantly picked up the thick plastic coating. He turned to you with a look of confusion, “They’re fake?”

A soft chuckle fell from your lips as you poured the drinks on the coffee table, “Yup. Got them cheap too; to be completely honest with you? They are the best investment that has gone into this house, trust me.”

Tim still didn’t understand, shaking his head while he collapsed onto your couch, still staring at the fake plants by the window, “But why? Why would you spend money on fake plants?”

“Just know that they serve a very important purpose.” Tim just nodded his head with a sloppy smile before sipping on his drink.

In the middle of their brief silence, there was a knock at the door. Excusing yourself, you stood up from the couch and made your way to the door and opened it to find Jason standing there, struggling to hold onto all the bags in his hands and the one between his teeth. With quick action, you took the one from his mouth and moved aside so he could get to the kitchen. After closing the door, you trailed behind him to help him with the groceries.

“You bought a lot,” You made note of the abundance of bags on the table and floor as you leaned over to pull Jason close to you for a peck on the lips, “Did you leave anything in the store for others to buy?”

“Funny, I know how everyone eats in this family and I’ll tell you it isn’t like birds,” his response made you laugh, “It’s mostly snacks, but I thought we could stock up the kitchen as well.”

“Oh good,” You nodded in agreement while you began to go through the bags. Turning your head to the living room, you saw Tim just lounging away on the couch while on his phone, “Tim’s here, by the way; he got here maybe half an hour before you.”

Jason stopped what he was doing to go and greet Tim by the couch, wearing one of his biggest, most genuine smiles he rarely used. “Good to see you, Timmy. Where’re the others?”

“Dick said he was on his way, Damian and Cass had other things to do, but they said they would make it up to us.” Tim’s response dampened Jason’s smile, but he barely made it noticeable as he turned back to the kitchen to help with the bags, “Dick should be here soon, though.”

“Well, that’s quite alright,” You spoke up, placing a hand on Jason’s shoulder, “That just means there is more space for us in this little place and plus we can do the goofy things that we used to.”

Jason chuckled, shaking his head as Tim smiled, thinking back on the old times before things got hectic with Damian and Cassandra becoming new additions to the wild Wayne family. Everyone smiled fondly at the thoughts in their head before returning to their activities.

After you and Jason had finished in the kitchen, you both got settled in on the couch across from Tim. You all to chatted about what had been going on in your lives and what had been going on during patrols and with Bruce and the Manor, never once seeing an end to the conversation. The conversation soon shifted towards yours and Jason’s newly bought house that was a long way out from Gotham.

“I was just telling (Y/N), that you guys do got a nice place out here and the decorating is very different from the last place,” Tim told Jason while looking around the room at all the pieces of furniture, when he looked at the plants, he let his gaze linger there for a moment, shaking his head with a small chuckle falling from his lips.

Jason saw Tim’s gaze on the plants, “Oh you like those? (Y/N) got them about four months back and ever since then, we’ve been taking good care of them; they’ve never lost their appearance, resilient flowers I’ll say,” Jason nodded, sending a smile your way, “Speaking about them, I should water them.”

Tim’s eyes narrowed in a confused manner, watching Jason enthusiastically pick up the small watering off of the coffee table and quickly walking over to the window to water the bunch of flowers that had been sitting in the bare sunlight. The smile on Jason’s face was bright and genuine as he looked down at the flowers with a loving gaze while he poured the water all over the petals and soil.

Tim turned to you with his confusion and in a hushed manner you sent him a small smile with your finger pressed firmly against your lips. He turned his attention back to Jason who was shifting the plants to get more sunlight. Tim’s mouth fell open slightly as he thought that Jason would be smart enough to figure out if they were real or not, but he was clearly wrong about his brother’s intelligence.

Jason excused himself to go to the bathroom afterwards and that’s when Tim lost it. “You didn’t tell him about the flowers?”

“No, I thought he would’ve caught on by now, but I guess not; anyway, that was the purpose I was telling you about,” Chuckling quietly, you shifted in your seat to look over towards the bathroom door, “Jason’s been more domestic and responsible since I got them. Who knew plastic plants would change someone for the better? Maybe if he keeps it up for another couple of months, I’ll upgrade him to some real ones.” Tim laughed alongside you with your comment while you both looked at the plants in the window.

“What do you mean “upgrade me to real ones”? What are you two talking about?” Jason’s voice startled both of you, making you both turn to see him standing behind the couch. His curious blue gaze danced in between the both of you as the small smile on his face seemed to droop.

“Oh nothing, Tim was talking about some tech that he was using that was outdated,” You chuckled, trying to change the subject, but you could see it in his eyes that he wasn’t convinced.

“Funny, Timmy boy here rarely talks tech around us cause he thinks we don’t understand,” Jason stated, looking at his brother with narrow eyes.

“After what I had witnessed today, I’m glad I simplify my research…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason asked, his tone still playful, but hurt. “What were you guys talking about?”

With a heavy sigh, you knew he wouldn’t give it up, so it was only best to tell him. “The plants, we were talking about the plants, Jason.”

“What about them?”

“They’re fake.”

Jason’s smile faded as he looked at the plants, then at you, “What?”

“Jason, they’re fake. Covered in plastic, and the soil is foam.” You told him the truth as if you were ripping off a band-aid and his face looked crushed.

He was silent for a moment, walking over to the plants to inspect them himself, when sat the plastic stem and the pushed the soil down only for it to rise back up he turned to you with complete disbelief. During his inspecting, Dick walked through the door and gave brief hellos before joining you on the couch.

“FOUR MONTHS,” Jason shouted, trying to hide his disappointment, but failing miserably.

Dick, sitting in between you and Tim, was confused by his brother’s sudden outburst turned to look at you, “What’s he talking about?”

Trying to stop yourself from laughing from Jason’s reaction, you leaned over and told Dick, “It’s not that big of a deal, but—”

Jason cut you off as he lifted the plant off the table and turned to you with wide eyes, “You stood by and watched me water a fake plant for four months?”

Everyone except Jason bust out laughing at the whole situation, Tim’s cheeks were a rosy red from laughing and smiling too much, Dick, who was still confused by the who thing but got the gist of it laughed softly as he watched his brother slap around the fake flowers, and you stood up from your spot on the couch and made your way towards Jason, taking the plant from his grasp and pulling him in for a hug.

“Don’t be upset, I thought you would catch on, but then I noticed you had changed for the better with those things, so I didn’t want to disappoint you,” your laughter died down as Jason looked at you with a hurt expression, “You were doing so well with them that I was seriously thinking about getting real ones.”

“Why didn’t you do that in the first place?” Jason huffed, looking at the plants with disdain, thinking that he wasted time on something that wasn’t even real.

“These were cheaper.”

Shaking his head, Jason moved around you to sit on the couch, “If it makes you feel any better, me and Tim were talking about upgrading you to real ones since I saw how good you took care of these ones.”

Jason looked at you with dead eyes, “are you serious?”

“I’ll even let you come along to pick them out.”

Jason’s expression lifted like a kid being given another cone after the first one dropped. His smile returned to some degree and he shook your hand to make an agreement, telling his brothers to take note of it and to not tell anyone what he had done for the past four months. Tim reluctantly agreed and Dick shook his head in agreement, still not sure of what really went on as he arrived.

[wheresmynaya]

Two Ghosts Ch. 16 | Brittana

Okay so, there’s on more chapter for this Thanksgiving saga I’m sorry LOL

“Alright girls, make way!” Maribel says as she comes into the dining room with the turkey. She sets it down in its place and asks, “Can you both help me bring in the other dishes while I try to carve this thing, please?”

“Sure,” Brittany answers and gives Santana one last look before leading the way into the kitchen.

Santana stays rooted in her spot near the record player, stuck in her thoughts, until Maribel calls her name and tells her to help Brittany. She nods and drops the needle before she quickly follows after her. They don’t say much as the pick up plates, not that it’s a bad thing, it’s a comfortable silence despite the fluttery feelings in Santana’s stomach.

They carry out the last of the side dishes as Maribel sets into carving the turkey, the soulful tunes of The Supremes playing in the background. Santana lights the candles and Brittany brings out one of the bottles she brought from the fridge and begins pouring into fresh wine glasses. Once Maribel tires of carving, the girls sit and Maribel asks Brittany if it’s okay that they pray first.

“Of course,” Brittany smiles and takes Maribel’s offered hand.

Santana reaches across the table, offering her hand as well, and it feels oddly familiar except there isn’t any napkin they need to hide under. When Brittany’s fingers slide over her own, there’s a jolt of electricity that runs up her arm. The three bow their heads for Maribel’s quick prayer before going to make their plates. There’s a warmth in the room that Santana had missed and as they settle in their chairs, the glow of the candles and Brittany wiggling a little in her seat to the soft tunes, Santana feels overwhelmed with happiness.

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Midway through dinner, Brittany gets a little more serious and asks, “Could I make a toast?”

“Of course, my dear,” Maribel says happily.

Santana nods too, curious as to what Brittany will say.

Brittany clears her throat and holds up her wine glass and it makes Santana smile because she’s tipsy and Brittany’s still cute when she’s a little nervous, “Okay so, I don’t really know how toasts work now that I think of it. I’ve never really given one before but this feels like a special occasion and I want to do something kind of special.” Brittany says and Santana can definitely tell now that Brittany’s tipsy just from all the rambling but she stays quiet as she begins to speak again, “I just want to say thank you to you both for having me. I didn’t think I was up for celebrating this year, I was fine with being alone with like a whole box of pizza and all these bottles of wine and maybe some murder doc on Netflix but that sounds kind of sad now that I say it out loud. I don’t know, I guess with my family in California and me being here still, I wasn’t in the mood. But then, Maribel, you welcomed me into your family- again- and I couldn’t really say no. It’s nice being here even though it’s different this time because of how things are-” Brittany pauses again as her eyes dart to Santana and she starts to look a little unsure of herself, “I think I’m getting off topic so I should probably sit down.”

“No it’s okay, Brittany, you’re doing fine.” Maribel chuckles but Santana just hangs on every word.

“Uhm, I guess all I’m trying to say is thanks for including me and being my stand-in family for the day. It has been really nice being around you guys again, it feels like old times even if I’m not allowed to do certain things I used to, but that’s okay too. I’m just really thankful Maribel found me in the frozen food aisle and invited me over here. I’ve had such a great day surrounded by great people and I even get to eat great food, so thank you both.”

“You’re welcome,” Maribel beams and places her hand over Brittany’s, “You are always welcome in my house.”

Santana is at a loss for words so she just smiles softly in return.

“Thank you,” Brittany finishes and clears her throat one more time before raising her glass, “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Santana and Maribel say in unison then they all clink their glasses together before settling in again.

There’s hearty laughter and good conversation and Santana finds that for the first time in a long time she feels genuinely content. Maybe that feeling is aided by the wine, bottle number three now, but she can’t keep from smiling and stuffing her face, not when Brittany’s sitting across from her doing the same thing. She still can’t believe after all the panicking and overthinking that Brittany still managed to be here, spending the day with her and Maribel, and things are okay.

“I wish I had a selfie stick,” Maribel sighs a little while later.

“No mami, those are lame.” Santana teases, reaching for her glass.

“Hey, don’t be mean,” Brittany chastises lightly and turns to Maribel, “I think they’re super helpful.”

Maribel nods, “I just want to take a picture of this moment.”

“I can take it,” Brittany offers but Maribel shakes her head.

“No, I want you to be in it too.” Maribel says and Santana finds herself melting again because her mom is awesome and so welcoming, “It’s been awhile since I’ve had a Thanksgiving dinner here, I want to remember this moment.”

“Here, I’ll set my phone up here and I’ll put on a timer.” Santana suggests and gets Brittany to scoot in close on the other side of Maribel so they can all fit in the frame. Their smiles are beaming as the timer ticks down until the picture is taken. Santana hands her mom her phone and the three of them coo over how good of a picture it is, before Maribel gets up.

“Text that to me, Santana, I’m going to make your abuela a plate,” Maribel says and there’s a slight sadness in her tone, “I need to check in on her, but you two don’t wait for me to start on dessert.”

Santana catches Brittany looking at her like she’s waiting for something, but Santana feels too happy to let her abuela affect her this time so she just nods and says, “Okay, mami.”

“Hang on,” Brittany says and for a split second Santana’s heart lurches for what’s to come next, but she’s pleasantly surprised when Brittany just asks, “Are you okay to drive? You’ve been drinking..”

Maribel smiles softly, “Not nearly as much as you two. I barely got a glass out of any of those bottles you opened.”

Brittany blushes and Santana giggles because she had no idea she was drinking that much. While Maribel gets together a plate for abuela, the girls tidy up the left overs and set off to clean up the kitchen. It becomes a little bit of a difficult task as Santana realizes they’ve killed off one of Brittany’s bottles already, and it’s a little more embarrassing now that she knows Maribel hasn’t really been drinking any.

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               “Do you want to have a rematch?” Brittany calls from the living room while Santana preheats the oven for the apple pie.

             Santana can imagine Brittany’s proud smirk just judging by her tone and when she enters the room to see Brittany sitting next to the coffee table, she sees she wasn’t wrong.

Brittany’s smirk turns into a grin as she waves her hand towards the perfectly stacked tower, “It’s ready for you..to knock over.”

Santana just rolls her eyes as she plops down on the floor across from Brittany, “Game on, Pierce!”

They play enough games to even out their score but Brittany blames it on the alcohol, saying it’s the only reason for Santana’s suddenly awesome Jenga skills. Santana just wiggles her brows before taking another sip of wine and going to put the pie in.

She really does have a pretty strong buzz going and she hasn’t felt her lips since before they cleaned the kitchen, but being the pro that she is, which is also code for being kind of old now, she knows how to stay on this good feeling buzz plateau. She hasn’t been black out drunk since probably just after she moved to New York and that experience was enough to last her the rest of her life. She remembers being the annoyingly hysterical drunk back in high school too and she can proudly say she’s moved on from that. Now, she’s just a sleepy drunk but is that really an upgrade? So when Brittany tops up their glasses, the first pour of their last bottle, Santana wonders how in the world she’s lasting this long without falling asleep.

But then she remembers who she’s been drinking with and how they’re alone in this big house and that thought alone is enough to keep her wide awake. It’s a kind of a flashback to their high school days when Santana would beg her mom for Brittany to sleepover and they’d stay up all night binging tv shows and playing board games. Sometimes they’d even sneak into her dad’s liquor cabinet and make all sorts of weird concoctions. In their earlier days, those drinks are what gave Santana the courage to act on her feelings before she even knew that’s what they were. They’d hide downstairs under a pillow fort, cradling drinks that were way too strong, and they’d steal kisses and giggle about it until they fell asleep.

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They’re in the middle of another close game when the buzzer for the apple pie goes off and Santana’s stumbling to her feet.

“How convenient, just as I was about to win.” Brittany teases as she watches Santana scramble to her feet.

“Don’t cheat while I’m gone!” Santana giggles and looks over her shoulder with narrowed eyes, “I’m watching you.”

“How? You’re in the kitchen!” Brittany calls after her.

Santana just chuckles and gets on her oven mitts so she can safely remove the pie. The room already smells like warm apple and cinnamon but as soon as she opens the oven door, the scent multiplies. It’s one of her favorite smells and she can’t help the smile that stretches across as she sets the pie down on the rack she laid out on the counter earlier to let it cool before dashing to the doorway into the living room to sneak a peek at Brittany.

“What?” Brittany giggles and throws her hands up defensively, “I’m not touching anything.”

“Better not be,” Santana tells her then turns back to start getting out the dessert plates and vanilla ice cream.

Once she’s able to cut the pie, Santana gets her and Brittany’s plates together before carrying them out.

“Hey, look what I found on!” Brittany cheers, pointing the remote to the tv, “It’s old episodes of Rizzoli and Isles, remember how much you used to love this show?”

“I loved it a little too much,” Santana admits coyly as she glances to the screen, “Oh, this is a good episode though. This one’s yours.”

“Wow, that smells so good,” Brittany compliments as Santana sets down the plate, “Awh, you made me a plate too. You’re so sweet.”

Santana knows Brittany’s just being her usual playful self and she shouldn’t get so worked up over a simple compliment, but she can’t fight the blush that creeps up her cheeks as she adds, “I gave you extra ice cream. I know how you like to drown it all until it’s a mushy mess.”

“Yup, just how I like it!” Brittany grins although she knows Santana’s teasing her then says, “I didn’t think I could eat anything else but..” She cuts a small piece off and combines it with the ice cream then takes a bite. She moans at the taste but the innocent sound makes Santana swallow dryly, recalling those same sounds when Brittany used to eat something other than pie.

Santana quickly tries thinking of anything other than those thoughts, remembering that’s another thing that happens when she hits a certain point in her buzz, but horniness has always been a side effect of hers. It explains the fact that she rarely left a party or club alone and she can’t decide if she’s proud or embarrassed of that fact, but now is not the time for it.

They move up onto the couch while they eat dessert, but they leave a comically large space between themselves as they focus on the screen. There’s a palpable amount of tension in the room and Santana keeps her eyes trained so hard on the screen like if she happened to glance in Brittany’s direction she might just combust.

What makes it worse is that every so often she can actually feel Brittany’s eyes on her and it warms her skin in the best ways and it makes her wonder what would happen if she did look back? What if she put her plate down and faced her? What if she scooted closer, ending the distance between them? What if she wondered what Brittany’s lips felt like, if they were still the softest lips she has ever kissed? What if she were to lean over and check, even if they’re covered in cinnamon and vanilla ice cream? Would Brittany let her? Would Brittany even mind?  

They’re about halfway through a second episode when Maribel returns. The keys jingling against the door knocks back Santana’s thoughts and she looks dazedly to the entry.

“I’m back! Did you two save me some apple pie?” Maribel teases after she hangs up her coat. She kisses the tops of their heads as she walks behind them on her way to the kitchen, something she always used to do whenever coming home back in their high school days and the act makes Santana’s stomach flip because it’s just another reminder of her and Brittany’s history and how well she fits in still.

“Yeah, it’s just on the counter.” Santana says, her voice a little raspier after going so long without speaking, too engrossed in the episode and her not so innocent thoughts.

“Thank you,” Maribel calls out, now in the kitchen, “And thank you for cleaning up! I’m still pretty full. I might just save it for tomorrow. Do you girls want anymore?”

“Do you?” Santana asks Brittany. The blonde looks to Santana and her eyes are a little half-lidded as she shakes her head. Santana calls out, “No thanks!” Then she turns back to Brittany, “You’re looking a little tired. Bored of Rizzoli and Isles?”

Brittany shakes her head and fights back a yawn as she says, “No, no. I’m just chilling,” Then she pauses and looks to Santana, “Unless that’s my cue to leave?”

Before Santana can say anything, Maribel reemerges, “Leave? I don’t think so.”

“Why? Am I being kidnapped?” Brittany deadpans and it makes Santana and Maribel laugh.

“No, but you’ve drinking and it’s way too late for you to drive home now.” Maribel answers and suddenly Santana isn’t laughing anymore. She gulps because she knows exactly where this is going and there’s nothing she can do about it.

“I-I haven’t had that much.” Brittany replies but even she knows that’s a lie, you can just tell by the tone of her voice, “Okay maybe I have.”

 Maribel just chuckles and says, “That’s what I thought. You’ll stay the night.”

“Uhh, are you sure that’s okay?” Brittany asks uncertainly, “I don’t want to be a bother. I already crashed your like whole day.”

“Of course it’s okay! What’s the other option?” Maribel asks a little sassily, “You sleep outside in your car until morning? No way, don’t be silly. We have a perfectly good guest room or there’s this comfy couch or Santana’s r-“

“Mami..” Santana warns and Maribel begins to smirk, “I’m tipsy but I’m not that tipsy.”

“I’m just joking. Geez!” Maribel sighs then says under her breath, “You know, there was once a time when I couldn’t separate you two for the life of me,” Then looks to Brittany and says in a kinder tone, “Take your pick, my dear, you know where everything is or ask Santana. I’m leaving it for you two to figure out, I’m tired and I’m going to bed now. Goodnight girls.”

“Goodnight,” Santana and Brittany say in unison again.

Santana just watches as Maribel heads up the stairs until she’s out of sight; leave it to her mother to stir the pot one last time.

[mosaiccreme]

OTP Meme

@squigglysquidd

Ares/Charles

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Charles is probably the ‘most’ affectionate, but Ares does surprise every now and again by initiating affection himself. Usually things like bumping his forehead against Charles’, or combing his fingers through Charles’ hair. Charles is far more hands-on. If Ares is within touching distance, Charles is probably touching him or holding on to the corner of his jacket.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon? 

Ares for sure. Even if their size difference wasn’t an issue, Charles knows that Ares wouldn’t appreciate feeling the slightest bit ‘pinned down’ while sleeping. Even when Charles starts the night out with his head laying on Ares’ keel, he usually rolls off the turian before sleep takes him.

3. Most common argument?

Miscommunication really is an issue between the two of them, but I’d say their most common argument up until very recently was over Ares’ refusal to take Charles out on jobs with him.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Besides for killing people (but, let’s face it, killing people really sorta is a sexual activity for these two)? I’d say trying out new places to eat on the Citadel and hanging out with Cammus. Charles does enjoy it when he can get Ares to sit still and watch a vid or two, but that’s not super often.

 5. Who is most likely to carry the other? 

Charles isn’t strong enough to carry Ares, though he did take a lot of the turian’s weight onto himself to help them get out of a burning building. But then Ares picked Charles up and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, so ….

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

He has to pick? Even though Ares hates it, Charles loves Ares’s scars. He especially loves the scars created when Ares had Charles carve his name into Ares’ arm. Otherwise his favorite features of Ares’, physically speaking, are his voice, his teeth, his talons, and his cock XD Charles really loves the little things about Ares that Ares either denies, tries to hide, or balks at if mentioned, such as his generosity and protective nature. It means the world to him that Ares’ not only wanted to seek revenge on Charles’ behalf, but he also involved Charles in the matter.

I’d definitely agree that Charles’ scent is Ares’ favorite feature, but I also think he likes seeing his bite mark scars on Charles, and I think he likes the way Charles’ hair feels.

 7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Charles felt a connection with Ares the first night they met, otherwise he never would’ve invited the assassin to spend the night. The scars, an outward sign of the pain Ares’ endured, somehow soothed the ache of his own, hidden scars. I’d say that he started realizing he had feelings for Ares after maybe the third time or so Ares showed up in his apartment. It was undeniable when Ares verbally made a connection between them as being something more than what he’s had with other people. It was well and truly cemented for him, though, when Ares told him that they were going to kill the people who’d hurt him so badly in his past.

I’d say the first thing that changed for Charles is he started to fuss over Ares a little more. Such as buying him more comfortable clothes, trying to get him to eat better food, trying to find ways to make his apartment more comfortable for Ares. The second, or perhaps concurrently, thing that changed is he started taking risks of showing physical affection without the intent of seduction.

Ares still hasn’t really admitted to having feelings for Charles other than telling Charles that he trusts him, which admittedly is huge for Ares. That being said, I’d say physical affection became something Ares was more willing to accept and to give. Ares started trying to take care of Charles in his own way, too, like buying Charles groceries when he was low on cash and shooting Charles’ vidscreen just so he could buy him an upgraded one (Squid will never be able to convince me it wasn’t intentional). And, last but not least, Ares started opening up to Charles more about his past and his family.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? 

In addition to Ares calling Charles ‘idiot’, they are known to refer to one another as ‘mine’. The ‘mine’ originated with Charles stumbling over how to express the budding relationship between himself and Ares to an overly concerned citizen who wouldn’t leave Charles alone. The man saw Ares’ bite marks on Charles and became convinced Charles was being abused by Ares. Charles told the man that Ares’ “is mine” and told the guy to fuck off. Ares, who’d overheard some of it, stepped in and told the man to get away from “my human”. It evolved into something so much more, though.

 9. Who worries the most? 

Probably Charles, but Ares is the most paranoid.

 10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? 

Both. Not only are they both pretty predictable when it comes to food and drinks, but Charles is hyper-vigilant about ways he can take care of Ares and prove his love to Ares whereas Ares is well trained to be observant and to remember things. And … he probably wouldn’t say so, but I think he likes knowing what Charles likes, too.

11. Who tops? 

99% of the time it’s Ares. Charles is fairly flexible when it comes to top/bottom dynamics, and Ares is rather dominant, so Charles goes with whatever Ares wants. It also makes him feel … safe. Taken care of. Claimed.

12. Who initiates kisses? 

Their first kiss was initiated by Ares, and it surprised the hell out of Charles. After that initial kiss, I’d say it depends on the purpose of the kiss. Ares is likely to initiate kissing if he’s using it to lead to sex, whereas Charles is likely to initiate kissing as a sign of affection (or to lead to sex).

 13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Charles, no question.

14. Who kisses the hardest? 

They both get rough when aroused, but it’s usually Ares who gets rough to start.

15. Who wakes up first?

Ares, the turian barely sleeps.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? 

Charles, especially if by some stroke of luck Ares is still in the bed with him.

17. Who says I love you first?

Charles has said it, Ares still hasn’t.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) 

Although I think Charles would be more likely to be the one to leave notes in Ares’ lunch (probably something sappy like ‘I love you. Have a good day’), neither of them exactly take lunch to work. I can see them both leaving notes of one sort or another around the apartment for the other, though. Charles’ would probably consist of something like, ‘Hey, I went to see Cammus. I’ll be back by dinner. Come find us if you get bored. Love you.’ Ares’ would probably be something along the lines of, ‘Get some more horosk after work.’ Or, ‘I got a job, heading out.’ Or, ‘The stupid dog chewed on the coffee table leg.’

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Technically, Charles told his father about Ares as they were killing him. Otherwise, Charles has told his friends about Ares to a lesser degree. Ares indirectly told Jasmine about Charles, but it wasn’t planned on his part. Charles has no other family, and Ares is estranged from his family.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Cammus likes Ares. He sees how happy Ares makes Charles, and how miserable Charles is when Ares is away. He considers Ares to be a friend as well. The others haven’t really been around him much. Jasmine thinks is good Ares has someone, and she thinks Charles seems alright all in all so far.

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? 

The only way I see either of them dancing is if they’re both shitfaced drunk, in their apartment, and Charles harasses Ares until he gives in.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Neither of them cook often, but Charles probably does cook more. As for who is better … *shrugs*

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Lol, ah, actually they both 100% do. Ares had some of the cheesiest lines when they first started talking over the extranet and when he first showed up in Charles’ apartment. He’s also known to use cheesy and/or lewd lines to flirt with others. Charles is more likely to do the sappy kind of cheesy pick up lines.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Mostly Ares, no doubt, but Charles isn’t above such behaviors either!

25. Who needs more assurance?

Although I think Ares does need assurances, too, I think Charles needs more of it. He’s clingy, obsessive, and emotionally damaged. He lives in constant fear of Ares leaving him and never coming back.

26. What would be their theme song? 

I like Squid’s answer of ‘Closer’ by NIN. I’d like to add to this, though, and suggest ‘Bodies’ by Drowning Pool.

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep? 

Uhhhh … no. I mean, if we want to be purely hypothetical, I can actually see Ares as being more likely to take on this task as he’d be more likely to hear the kid wake up in the middle of the night as well as less likely to be sleeping anyway. It’d be something he would only do when Charles wasn’t around and couldn’t hear him, though. Charles would if he thought to do it and was desperately trying to get the kid to shut up so he could sleep himself. Babies aren’t in their future, however.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other? 

Ares does Ares like things which remain mysterious and concerning to Charles in his absence. Charles tries not to go crazy without Ares, focuses a lot of his energy on training, work, and Cammus. They both kill people when they’re away from each other …. Sometimes when they’re together, too.

 29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

They’re all technically headcanon for these two, but one that isn’t too spoiler filled would be is Ares’ inability to believe that Charles really, truly find him attractive and loves him.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it 

Charles would do pretty much anything and everything for Ares, and Ares would rip apart anyone and anything that threatened Charles or stood between the two of them.

[wroteasongabouther]

fratboy!harry - part 17

so basically this was just going to be a blurb explaining alex and his relationship with y/n but it turned out to be like 5k words and good enough to be an official part so yeah enjoy lol -- give me feedback too!!

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The morning was quick and loud, reminding you of when you were just a kid - right down to Bailey being stuck to your leg the whole time. Only thing missing was Luke. Nagging you to get out of the shower, to stop playing your crappy Bieber music too loud, and you nagging him for a ride to school while he steal your sandwich so you have to make a new one. That all stopped during your senior year of high school, yet sometimes it felt like just yesterday. Especially today as you drive your mom’s car just out of town to your dad’s house where he’s obviously still asleep as you pound on the front door.

Luke’s death only added onto the crap your dad was going through in life. Mom left him, got married and had another kid, then your grandparents died so he took their house for himself here surrounded by green forest, and then Luke passed. It broke him. You frown while leaning over to hit the doorbell again.

“Dad,” you call through the door.

You hear some mumbling before the front door opens up and reveals your father. A smile tugs on your lips at the sight of him, you’ve missed him. Dressed in an old tshirt and flannel pajama pants, he wipes sleep from his hooded hazel eyes and stares at you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asks, confusion on his face as you walk into his house.

“Dad,” you sigh, “we talked last month, I texted you yesterday after I landed,” you exclaim while setting your bag down on the couch. You don’t miss the few dirty dishes on the coffee table or the open bag of chips on the far side of the couch. Still a mess it seems.

“Oh, right, right,” he mumbles and shuts the front door. “Let me just get dressed really quick, make yourself at home,” he calls while making his way back upstairs to where the master bedroom was located in the small home.

When you were like five years old, your parents had bought the house your mom currently lived in. It was a perfect home for a perfect family. Till the perfect family fell apart, the screaming and fighting and then the lawyers and packing. It was tough. Your dad lived in an apartment for the first year, it was small and cramped up, then your grandma died and one week later your grandpa did. Although you were sure your dad didn’t want to, he moved into his dead parents house and barely had time to remodel the old people feel to it. But you liked it, it was good for him.

After about ten minutes of scrolling on your phone, looking through Instagram and Snapchat, you dad reappears and offers you some coffee. You turn around on the couch and watch him walk through the dining room into the small kitchen.

“I’m alright, thanks though,” you say.

“I was thinking,” your dad pauses as he enters the room with a fresh mug of coffee after a minute, “we should invite Alex although today,” he smiles.

“Uh,” you pause and shrug a shoulder, “sure,” you nod.

“You know, him and his family had me over for Thanksgiving,”

“Yeah, he mentioned that,”

“You guys still talk?” Your dad raises a brow.

“Not like that dad,” you chuckle, “not anymore,” you add while picking at the loose thread on your jeans.

“Why not? You and Alex were good, you know what they day distance makes the heart grow fonder,” your dad says. You give him a small smile but shake your head at him. “Oh come on, kiddo, the guy still loves ya. Don’t think he ever hasn’t, even after Luke’s warning,” your dads smile doesn’t reach his smile this time. Mentioning Luke still felt like a knife to the chest. But his statement add to the ache in your chest. You had Harry now, not that your father knew just yet, but something told you when you mentioned it he was gonna frown and go off on how perfect Alex was for you.

“I’ll shot him a text,” you say and pat his knee as he drinks his coffee.

hey i’m in town, my dad wants to know if you’d like to join us for breakfast??

Hey! Sure, what time?

probably like 30ish minutes, at iHop?

By the shore?

yes

Kk meet you guys there

“Lucky for you,” you pause and look at your dad, “Alex actually woke up a decent time today,”

“Oh good, it’ll be just like before ya left,” he smiles before standing up and disposing of his mug in the kitchen. You force another tight smile while standing up from the couch and gathering your purse and your moms keys again.

“We should get going, did you want to drive?” you ask your dad.

“Sure,” he nods and finds his own keys on the mess of the coffee table. “Meant to clean this up last night,” he mumbles, but you are well aware he’s lying.

Driving in your dad’s work truck takes you back to your younger days. When you’d push in your Jonas Brothers CD, crank it loud, roll down the window and catch your dad singing along with you. Of course that would all stop once you guys picked Luke up from hockey practice and he winced till you turned off your music. Now, you sat in the front seat looking out the window at the ferry boats on the sea and enjoyed the bit of silence between your two.

“The kid beat us here,” your dad bellows as he passes the hostess and sees Alex seated at a table by the window.

You turn away from the smiling hostess - whom you recognized from school, maybe a year younger than you - and look to where your dad was walking off to. Alex stands from his seat as your dad approaches him. He’s wearing some blue jeans, white shirt and a grey zip up sweater over top - and you can tell he’s definitely been working out.

“Hey coach,” Alex grins while embracing your dad in a hug. As he is, he looks over your dad shoulder at sees you. You can’t help but blush under his stare.

“Oh quit calling my coach, would ya,” your dad teases him as their embrace comes to an end.

“You coached him since he was just a kid, dad,” you say while stepping forward and rolling your eyes at him. Your dad simply judges you before taking his seat. “Hey,” you smile at Alex.

“Hey,” he breathes out.

“Give me a hug,” you chuckle. As you wrap your arms around Alex’s torso and his fall around your too, you feel a sense of familiarity. This was what your later high school years were like, hugging Alex and smelling his musky cologne. He was your first love, and you never forgot a thing about your first love.

The hug ends, you smile up at Alex, then take a seat next to your dad while Alex sits across the table from the both of you. He really hadn’t changed that much in the few months since you’ve seen him last. But there’s a pang in your chest as he sits there, across the table from you, and you can’t really explain why you get that feeling. Alex was great, both as a person and to you. He had been best friends with Luke since they were just kids, became pretty much attached at the hip through their years growing up, which meant you saw a lot of Alex. It started off as some stupid little crush on the smiley brown haired messy boy. Then one day, he brushed his hand against yours in the bathroom between yours and Luke’s room, and the look in his eyes told you that he liked you too.

As your dad had pointed out earlier, Luke had warned Alex off as you got older and he noticed his best friend taking a liking to his little sister. But that didn’t stop Alex from asking you to be his date to his senior prom. Luke acted as though he hated it, but then he said he was sort of happy it was someone he trusted dating you instead of some other douchebag. Things weren’t always easy with you and Alex, but they lasted up till the winter of your senior year. He broke it off and the next time you saw him he had a black eye courtesy of your lovely big brother.

“How’s school?” Alex asks after the waitress takes your orders.

“It’s good, I aced my midterms, but let me tell you calculus freaking sticks,” you exclaim before taking a sip of your water.

“Always been the smart one,” your dad says, obviously not catching what he had said as he looks at the smaller promotion menu. But you and Alex catch it, looking at each other with tight smiles. Luke barely graduated. He and Alex skipped more classes than they’d like to admit. While you were a straight A student and your parents loved to brag about it.

“Thanks dad,” you say, “anyways, how’s school for you?”

“It’s fine, school sucks, you know,” Alex shrugs.

“You’re done upgrading, right?”

“Yeah, next semester I can start taking college courses,”

“Maybe you can go to Arizona State with Y/N,” your dad smiles.

You widen your eyes at the seriousness in your dads voice. He truly was the biggest fan of yours and Alex’s. He was just as heartbroken about your two breaking up as you were. You swear he had been playing the damn wedding already.

“I, uh,” Alex chuckles and his gaze falls to the table for a quick second, “I don’t know about that one, coach,”

“You’re telling me you never once thought about ASU? Especially with how much Luke mentioned it,” you dad says. You gaze down at your glass of water at the mention of your brothers again. Even after all this time, just hearing his name aloud makes your chest hurt.

“Exactly, ASU was always Luke’s plan, it was never mine,” Alex shrugs.

“Yeah, and you know I’m always the one stealing Luke’s ideas,” you joke, nudging your dad harshly with your elbow. He chuckles, nudging you back and your heart nearly bursts at the interaction. He seems better, which lets you finally breathe again instead of worrying about him all the time.

Your food is brought out to the table then, your mouth waters at the sight of your waffles covered with enormous glops of whipped cream and lots of strawberries. The moment the plate is placed in front of you you’re cutting a big bite and stuffing it into your face. It’s not till you’re half way through chewing, cutting off more and lifting it to your mouth, that you see Alex watching your every move.

“What?” you question, covering your mouth since it’s still full of food.

Alex just chuckles and shakes his head, “haven’t changed a bit,” he says.

“Shut it,” you narrow your eyes.

Some more conversation about life goes on through bites of food. Alex talks about his job, your dad chats about how his company is doing and the yard work he wants to get done. Of course Alex is a sweetheart and offers to give him a hand. The laughter and smiles, sitting with your dad and your ex boyfriend who’s still a great friend to you, this was exactly what you had hoped for this morning.

“Hey, tell me about that boyfriend of yours,” Alex teases as you all pick at the last bites on your plates. You nearly choke on your water, which only makes Alex’s smile grow.

“Boyfriend?” your dad questions, his voice both confused and upset. There goes his hopes and dreams of getting you and Alex back together.

“Uh, yeah,” you nod and set down your water, “his name is Harry,” you state.

“Had no idea you were seeing anyone,” your dad says.

“It’s been a few months, and you know when I told mom she wasn’t all that excited. Guess I just forgot to mention it to you,” you shrug.

“So, what’s he like?” you dad asks, having a bite of toast before looking to you. This was so weird. Talking about your current boyfriend with your ex boyfriend and your dad who didn’t really talk to your about your life. It was just weird.

“He’s great,” you nod, “he’s from the UK, studies computer sciences, is really sweet, treats me nice, an amazing soccer player,” you list off some things worthy enough to share with your company.

“Sounds like a decent guy,” your dad nods.

“Yeah,” Alex nods in agreement, “from your Snapchat stories and things, he seems really nice, Y/N,” he gives you a small smile.

“He is,” you mirror his smile. Then when you turn back to your dad who’s staring back at you, you feel like a little girl again as you pull out your phone and unlock it. “Wanna see a picture of us?”

“Sure,” he chuckles as you lean into your dad and bring up a photo you had of you and Harry on your camera roll. It’s in his Range Rover, you lifted the camera up high and snapped the photo one day as he stopped at a red light - turning to smile for the camera without a question before driving again. It makes you smile, totally forgetting about your first love sitting across the table.

Your dad pays for the whole bill, which Alex fuses over for a minute before you simply give him a look while getting up from the table. He pouts out a bottom lip and mouths ‘sorry’, and you swear you’re having deja vu - only this time you don’t walk up into his big chest and kiss his pouty lips.

“You know,” Alex pauses to hold the door open for the three of you, “you should come hangout tonight, we’re gonna drink at Stephan’s and then go out to The Black Dog,” he explains.

You glance over to see your dad getting into his truck while the two of you stop directly in front of the truck. A piece of you wants to say yes, but then another piece of you wants to say no. You run a hair through your hair and tug your cardigan around your body as a cold breeze blows by.

“Come,” Alex urges you.

“Okay, okay,” you chuckle. “Just text me later about it, my dad’s waiting,”

“Feels like I’m 18 again,” Alex smirks.

You roll your eyes and chuckle again, “I know what you mean,” you say.

“See you later,” he says, bringing his arms around you for a quick hug before you’re walking over to your dads truck and jumping in.

This morning went well, you think as your dad drives you two back towards his place. But now all you can think about was how tonight was going to go. Maybe agreeing to hangout with Alex and his friends, who were only yours because you were dating him and Luke was your brother, was a mistake. Guess you’ll have to wait and see.

“Oh shut up!”

“Yeah we missed you so much, it’s so great you’re back!”

“Oh, thanks,” you shrink back in the couch at Stephan’s house as Mary and Jill sit on either side of you, grinning since you arrived claiming there was too many guys around. They had been friends with Alex and Luke through high school, always the two girls that actually stuck around till you showed up upon the start of yours and Alex’s relationship. Then you two broke up and you rarely saw these two - till Luke passed away and your world took an entire 1-80.

Some people handle grieving well and you thought that you would be one of those people. Never did you think that you’d end up drinking your sorrows away, sleeping with your ex boyfriend again repeatedly and getting tattoos scattered over your body to reflect the pain you felt inside of you. But one day you sucked it all up, shipping yourself off to ASU and got your shit together - leaving everyone in Seattle behind.

“Here,” Alex walks up, his leg bumping into your knee, staring down at you while passing you an unopened cooler.

“Thanks,” you smile before he walks away again to where the boys were all hanging out.

“You know,” Mary pauses while leaning closer to you, “Alex really hasn’t dated anyone since you,”

“Yeah we’re pretty sure he’s still hung up on you,” Jill nods.

“Oh,” you breathe out, cracking open the cooler while glancing across the room where Alex stood. He looks over his shoulder and catches your stare, smiling before turning back to the guys and engaging in their conversation again. You shake your head and tilt your drink back to have a good hefty sip. You weren’t into Alex anymore, yeah a piece of you would always love him but that was because he was still your friend and he was Luke’s best friend throughout his entire life pretty much. But you weren’t in love with Alex anymore. You were pretty sure Harry filled that place in your heart now.

The bar sucked as much as it did when you were under aged and showing your fake to get in. You did have some fun on the small dance floor, Snapchatting some videos onto your story - you’d dance with the girls, lift up your drink and then smile at the camera before posting it. By midnight you had enough drinks and were damn tired too.

“You alright?” Alex asks as he joins you at the bar where you had taken a breather. You were just checking who had looked at your story, noticing Harry’s name near the top. It was morning across seas now.

“Yeah,” you smile towards Alex and rest your cheek in the palm of your hand.

“Tired out?” He chuckles.

“Yeah,” you repeat, letting out a sharp breath to blow away a strand of hair that was in front of your face.

“You’re having fun, right?” Alex furrows his brows before taking a sip of his beer.

“I am,” you nod, “I party like this almost every weekend now, don’t ya know, dating a bloody fratboy,” you chuckle and so does Alex at your shit British accent. Always liked to pull that one out while you were drunk.

“I’ve seen,” Alex says.

“Oh, speak of the devil!” You smile as you catch Harry’s name and face on the screen of your phone. Picking it up, you swipe your finger across the screen and lift it to your ear while plugging the other to block out the music and sounds around the bar. “Hey!” you say with utter excitement. You missed Harry.

“Hey,” he echoes, his voice less excited though.

You hold up a finger to Alex and walk towards the front doors of The Black Dog. “What’s up?” You ask.

“Just laying in bed,” Harry all but sighs out.

“Oh, another one of these calls, huh?” You tease.

“You’re drunk,” he states.

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “I’m just out with some old friends,” you add.

“Saw that,” he mumbles. Something was up, even in your drunk state you were catching onto his uneasy tone and short answers. You sigh and lean against the brick wall, shivering as the cold temperatures of Seattle hit you - you were only wearing a tube top and high waisted jeans. Not exactly ideal with the winter weathers here.

“What’s wrong?” You ask in a quiet voice, aware of the fact one of Alex’s buddies is smoking a few feet away from you.

“Nothing,” Harry answers.

“Really?” You’re annoyed now. “Just tell me what’s wrong, H,” you say.

“Who’s the guy? You’ve been Snapping him all day in your story,” he grunts. You recall Alex being in your snap of your waffles this morning, and then during the pre drinks at Stephan’s he was in the shot of you all lifting your drinks into the air. Finally there was the selfie you posted of you two, both puckering up for the camera just moments ago before you sat at the bar.

“My friend from home-“

“That’s rich,”

“You’re not even going to let me explain, really?” You shout out, Alex’s friend looks towards you now. You try to ignore him as he puts out his cigarette and walks back inside to leave you alone to shout at your boyfriend in peace.

“I’m supposed to just believe you’ve been drinkin’ and having breakfast with some old friend and that’s it,” Harry shouts back at you.

“You’re supposed to trust your damn girlfriend Harry!” You say, wanting to kick at the wall or throw your phone from the amount of anger pulsing through you.

“How do you think I feel waking up and watching my girlfriend with some guy I have no idea about, huh?” His voice is a bit quieter but it’s still laced with anger.

“Fine, want to know who Alex is?” Your stomach twists and turns from the frustration you’re feeling and maybe the ton of liquor you’ve had to drink too. “Alex is my ex, ok? He was a childish crush turned into my first fucking love, alright? He means a lot to me and is still one of my best fucking friends because-“ you swallow your words as you’re about to blabber on about how you’d always keep Alex as a friend because that’s what your brother would want. Telling Harry about Luke like this wasn’t how you wanted to tell him.

“Please, keep telling me about how much you still love you’re bloody ex boyfriend, little bird,” Harry hisses out the nickname like it’s venom on his lips. It breaks your heart.

You don’t respond right away, instead you breathe in till your chest feels tight and your eyes are watering. This was not how you wanted your night to go. A few tears fall down your cheeks as all the emotions you’ve felt the past twenty four hours hits you. Everything with Luke and with Alex and now Harry, it was too much.

“Y/N,” Harry’s voice is softer after the moment of quiet through the phone.

“Yeah,” you hiccup out the response.

“Y/N,” you turn around and see it’s Alex calling out your name this time. Harry stays quiet while you stare at Alex, keeping the phone pressed to your ear. “Did you want to go home?” He asks, eyes as soft as you needed them to be.

You nod at Alex, your bottom lip quivering as he steps closer. “I’ll call you later, Harry,” you say into the phone before hanging up and stepping into Alex’s open arms.

“Hey, hey, shhh, it’s okay,” Alex comforts you as you sob into his chest. Thank god he had changed into a black vneck instead of a white shirt so you didn’t stain it with your mascara.

“I—I can’t go home, Alex,” you gasp for air while the uncontrollable sobbing continues. You feel your phone buzzing in your jean pocket as you cry into Alex’s chest. With Harry’s words still fresh in your mind and the thoughts of Luke, you feel like you can’t breathe. You’d also blame it on the liquor. “His room is right there and I haven’t gone in yet and I want to but it’s too much-“ you break out into more sobs as you explain yourself to Alex.

“It’s okay, you can stay at my place if you want,” he mumbles into your hair as he hugs you. His body heat warms you up immediately.

“O—okay,” you hiccup.

Alex drops his arms from around you, only to grab ahold of your hand as you wipe your face with your other and he hails down a taxi. The two of you both get into the back seat and he gives the driver an address while he rubs his thumb on the back of your hand. You still feel like crying, but you can’t in the back of a taxi that’d be an all time low. You inhale sharply and then let out a sigh as your phone buzzed again. Alex tugs your arm gently till you are leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“It’ll be on debit,” Alex says as the taxi pulls up to his apartment building. Same place he’s lived at since he moved out after graduation.

You remember how Luke wanted to move out too but your mom told him he could live rent free and live his life as he wanted to since he was an adult as long as he was still respectful. He was of course, being her favourite child as always. Luke would crash on Alex’s couch some nights - he only slept over once when you had and that next morning was awkward enough to start communicating of when you’d be there overnight or not. Then you two broke up and Luke spent more time at home too. But of course bros will be bros and the bruise barely healed before they were cool again.

“Did you want anything?” Alex asks as he opens the door of his place. He leaves you behind in the small living room as he walks into the even smaller kitchen. “Water?”

“Please,” You croak out. Alex returns with a glass of water and hands it to you. You don’t waste a second before drinking half of it.

“Thirsty, hey?” Alex jokes.

“Yeah,” you hum. Your head hurts already, seems your hangover as arriving early since your boyfriend started a fight from over the ocean and you finally broke down about your brother in god knows how long.

“What happened back there? Seth came in, said you were shouting at someone on the phone,” Alex states.

“It was stupid, we’ll get over it tomorrow,” you mumble before finishing off your glass of water. “Always do,” you echo the words that were once said by Jess from the last fight you and Harry had.

“I think I have something for you to sleep in,” Alex says, respecting the fact you didn’t want to get into the conversation that was your boyfriend being a jealous dick. You follow him down the hallway to the bedroom, as he flicks the light on you see it’s recently been cleaned. Years ago you would’ve cleaned up around this apartment, done dishes and laundry downstairs with the coins he’d leave around.

“Thanks,” you whisper out as Alex sets down some old sweatpants and a tshirt on the bed.

Alex stands up straight, looking at you for a long moment. You keep the eye contact for much longer than you would’ve if you hadn’t been drinking tonight. He sighs and takes a step towards you, with his closeness you feel your chest tighten up.

“You were my first love too, you know,” Alex says softly as he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

He had heard the end of your call with Harry. Your cheeks heat up instantly, causing Alex to chuckle. His smile is genuine and makes your lips tug upwards too. His hand cups the side of your face, he brushes the pad of his thumb just close to your lips and your skin tingles from the contact. For a moment you’re seventeen again and falling in love for the first time. But then as you notice Alex’s eyes drifting downwards, you snap back to reality - where you’re falling in love with someone else who’s currently in the UK and upset with you. You sigh and step out of Alex’s touch.

“I think I love Harry now,” you blurt out aloud of the first time.

“You don’t think so, Y/N,” Alex pauses as your eyes find his again and he shows you a small smile, “you love him, so tell him. Trust me, it’ll make the mans life a lot better,”

You nod your head, unsure of how to respond to him. There’s more behind his words. A hint of jealousy even. You swallow hard and look away from his stare again.

“You uh,” Alex pauses and you glance up at him, “you can sleep in here, I’ll take the couch,”

“I’m sorry,” you say.

Alex forces his smile, “it’s okay, just-“ he stops to think about his next words, “you’ll always be my best fucking friend too, Y/N,” he grins. You chuckle and shake your head at him before he walks towards the door.

“Goodnight,”

“Night, sleep tight,” he says before shutting the door behind him.

It’s not till you’re dressed in the clothes Alex had left for you, swimming in both the top and bottoms cause they’re so big, that you look at your phone. There was four texts from Harry and one from your mom. You open your moms first.

Where are you?

I’m spending the night at Alex’s, be home in the morning.

You know she’s have a few words for you tomorrow. But that was a problem for then, when she could call you a slut to your face for all you cared. As you said before, Luke was her favourite kid and that didn’t change after his passing. She’s always complain about you and look down on you for any choices you made. Especially spending the night at your ex boyfriends house without any context.

How do you expect to me act when you act like this??

This is bullshit and you fucking know it… please try and think of a good lie to tell me when we talk later for you hanging up on me for your ex

You’re making me crazy

Sleep with him and we’re over

Tears spill down your face as you read over Harry’s texts. You turn off the bedroom light and slowly make your way into Alex’s bed - very much alone - while imaging how upset Harry must be. This wasn’t how you wanted things to be. You didn’t want to fight with him during the holidays, you wanted him to trust you and understand things but you knew you needed to explain the whole story for him to get why Alex meant so much to you. You just didn’t use the right words tonight, and you’d blame the liquor for that one.

As you read them for a tenth time over again, you feel anger this time. Did he really think you’d cheat on him? After all the shit with Lindsey and with him reacting how he did with Thomas? Your chest aches while you type out your response.

I’d never do that. Never. Just fucking trust me for god sakes Harry. I’m going to sleep now.

You want to type out so much more. You want to type those three burning words. But you know if you were to send back everything you’re feeling, the sadness and the hurt and the anger, it’s only add fuel to the fire at this point. You sigh and wipe away your tears before setting your phone on the pillow beside you and rolling over to try and sleep. Thing was, the sheets spent so much like him. Like your first fucking love and your brothers best fucking friend. Your fists curl up with the blanket in your hands as you squeeze your eyes tightly. Everything hurts again.