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infinitegalahad · 3 years

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WIFE

Summary: You and Dick, after years of indefinite separation and depression, have finally reunited. Dick can’t wait to start a family with you. You love Dick, but you soon realize that you cannot bear him a son, a daughter, or a child.

Word Count: 10.9k (i’m being generous)

Warnings: Infertility, period typical sexism, Loneliness, based off of a mitski song what did you expect, here comes the angst train *sad choo choo*

Notes: Female reader. and title (literally) taken from Wife By Mitski, which I rec listening too for the extra painful experience. So I’m back from the dead...ish. I wanna apologize for going AWOL for two-three months, guess Iw anted to focus on other works and I feel like x readers are not my strong suit. But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna write them! I can’t promise anything, but I am planning some stories. Not as long or as painful as this is, of course!

I’m not gonna lie, I cried while writing this. Not only because it’s Mitski, but infertility is something that hit’s close to home for me and my family. Was this story just me projecting my generational trauma into this fic? Never! Anyways, hopefully I won’t go AWOL again, atleast not for that long. It’s really hard to find the motivation to write, but I’ll do it. For you guys ;)

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When Dick Winters had left for the war five years ago, he had made a promise to you the night before he was drafted. You were nineteen and naive, planned for college and he was twenty-seven, a post-graduate and Business Major. Your father was his professor and one of his best students. You would see Dick every Friday Night. As you would pick at the leftover peas on your plate, he would turn to look at your father to talk about something business-related. His eyes, you could never tell if they were a light shade of blue or green, would meet yours. It would be for a brief second. Those brief seconds would make you drop your fork and your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

You had a small crush on Dick Winter’s.

It took you a few weeks to catch onto his eye color. They were a beautiful mixture of blue and green, reflecting a mint color. The taper candles would always lighten his eyes up. The reason you finally found out this eye color was because each dinner, you’d catch Dick staring at you. You were naturally oblivious to it, keeping your head down as your father talked a business deal. But whenever he mentioned Dick’s name, you would look up, see Dick’s dilated mint pupils looking right into your eyes before he swiftly turned his head to your father, acting like he was listening to every little word he was saying.

Dick had become a family friend. Instead of dinners once a week, he would come by your house more frequently in the summer months. The summer you had met Dick, there was a three-month-long heatwave. From what you understood, Dick had been doing an internship with your father along with extra studies, extracurriculars, and even more. It sounded like a lot for a young man. He was over three times a week, always in your father’s studies or the porch, drinking lemonade as he and your father discussed business. You’d sit on top of the porch, lazily slumped in a chair in your floral dirndl, reading And Both Were Young as you watched Dick Winters, in shorts and a tight white shirt with his strawberry blonde hair a little messy. Every time he spoke, your heart would skip a beat.

“Two jobs?” You cried, skipping ahead of him in your flats that you had slipped on in a rush, the heels hanging out of the back. “And an internship? How do you do it all?”

Dick looked down at your tiner figure, his lips curving into a subtle smile at your question. Whenever he smiled, his cheeks would wrinkle. It was a small detail you caught into about Dick that you adored. “I don’t go to parties a lot. Not worth the time that I’ve got. I work these jobs so I can get through school and support my family.”

“That’s very admirable, Dick. Not a lot of guys my age would even consider that.” You remarked with a compliment. Dick walked beside you, hands behind your back with a straight back. His gaze lingered in you as he scanned your figure. Now that Dick was around more often, you always made sure to wear your best outfits. You wouldn’t have considered yourself very vain, but with Dick, something had changed. You started wearing the pretty pastel dresses your mother approved off, fine pearls, expensive cologne, and even the short rompers that your mother didn’t approve of. When wearing makeup, you felt like a woman more than a girl, which is what you wanted Dick to see you as.

“Thank you, y/n.” The strawberry blonde politely thanked with a curt nod. The two of you had a little routine now. While your mother would make dinner and your father would smoke a cigar in the back with the dogs, you’d take Dick into your backyard and down a little cobblestone trail to a hidden lake. You liked to go there to read to escape, and Dick needed a small break from working in the burning heat. So it was idle. “Do you have plans now that you’ve graduated?”

“Yes. I’m starting classes at Franklin and Marshall since they’ve allowed women. My mother prefers I stay home and learn how to be a lady instead of reading,” You explained with a sigh. The only woman in a class full for men. Times were changing, and nothing was going to stop you from working. “She cares more about her grandchildren then her daughter’s desires.”

“Well, it is your choice? Not your mother or father’s. As long as you were happy, then they should be happy for you. I think you’ll like it,” Dick kindly reassured, “You’re a very nice young lady, y/n. I’m sure you’ll do great things.”

The two of you arrived at the lake. The sun was setting over the sky as it shined on the lake. There was an orange and pink hue in the sky. Dick and you stood besides each other. The strawberry blonde shut his eyes and let out a long sigh, feeling a small breeze in the night. The air got colder in the nights, which felt like a refreshing treat after a long day of work and unbearable heat. The sun made his strawberry blonde hair and skin glow like he was some kind of god.

You admired Dick as he stood there, biting your lip and hands playing with the belt fabric on your skirt.

“Dick?” You managed to choke, your voice cracking.

He opened one eye and looked at you, worried. “Is everything okay, y/n?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Dick looked bewildered. It took him a second to process the question. His expression was that of a high school student stumped on an equation in math class. He hadn’t been outside much, maybe the heat was getting to him. “I don’t think I heard that correctly.”

“Can you please kiss me?” You reiterated, biting your lip in vexation. “I haven’t met a man like you, Dick. None of the boys my mother is setting me up with are like. They aren’t as intelligent, hardworking, cordial. When I tell these boys I want to read and live my life, they put me down-call me insane and ill. But you don’t do those things. You just stand there and listen to me. I may not make sense since I am probably just some young immature girl who knows nothing about being a proper lady. You even give me kind words of advice. No other boy would do that. Only a man would do such a thing.” You vented, letting your words spill out like vomit.

Dick wasn’t reacting at all. At Least it wasn’t obvious. He turned his figure towards you, eyes glued as his lips puckered against each other’s. He seemed taken aback by your honesty since you were someone who was reserved, only speaking when necessary. That didn’t mean adding your opinion to one of your father’s at dinner. Dick wasn’t obvious to your “rebellious” nature. Your mother would always scold you for interrupting the men. Your father didn’t mind your info if, and so didn’t Dick. He was interested in your perspective, and would always ask for further intake since it was the gentlemen thing to do.

You looked at him and shook your head, turning to walk back. “Forget it,” You sighed as you walked past him, your shoulder brushing against his. Dick got a smell of your perfume, a lavender and vanilla, it was definitely expensive. He liked y/n’s armora, especially after a long day of being in a stuffy room full of whiskey and burning cigars. “You probably think I’m just a mad woman-“

Dick thought about his decision for a second. He had to think thinkly. When he made up his mind, he sped walk towards you. “Wait,” He called. He saw you turn around with your silky (y/h/c) (y/h/t) spring right behind you. He scrunched up a fist feeling a lump grow in his throat as he looked a few slow steps towards you.

“You’re not a mad woman. I think you’re wonderful to be around. I always enjoy our conversations and our midnight walks,” Dick commented. He was at a loss of words for the kiss. When you had asked, you sounded like you were begging, but hid it.

It took him a while to realize that the two’s of you had a fair amount in common. You both were soft spoken souls, friendly but quiet. You distanced yourself from large crowds and were usually confident in each other since you both had a trust. You know how eachother worked like nobody else did-a small, intimate detail that only the two of you would watch into.

“You’re also growing into a beautiful young woman each day. Being a lady doesn’t mean being all prim and proper, it means being mature, kind, and respectful to others. That’s what you are.” Dick was only a few steps away. You listened to every word he said, your hands restraining themselves from touching his chest. He could once again smell the cologne and see the moonlight shine on your eyes and hair-the gloss you wore sparkled as well.

“But I couldn’t kiss you. You’re father wouldn’t approve of it.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back. Your hands met his chest. You were so caught up in the heat of it that you didn’t realize that your hands rested on Dick’s Ivory collared shirt. Dick, however, didn’t protest at all.

You gently scrunched the fabric, “He’s not here. Just one. Before my mom tries to marry me off. Just one kiss and I won’t ask for anything else of you, Dick.”

Dick put his bigger hands onto yours as his thumb finessed the small part of your soft, [y/s/c] skin in between your index and thumb. “I…”

You gave him those eyes. They were begging. One kiss from a real man and you would be content.

Dick let out a defeated sigh, “...will. Just one. For you.”

So he did. In the moonlight, Dick Winters held you close and became your first kiss. Your lips were like a sweet treat. It felt miraculous after a long day of work. It was meant to be quick, but he was obsessed with your cushion lips and sweet lip gloss. His hands firmly rested on your lower back as his fingers scrunched with the material. It wasn’t his first kiss, but it was yours, so he made sure to be gentle with you, even though he struggled. The whiff of your perfume, your shirt showing off your abdomen, the silliness of your hair. It was hard just for it to be one kiss.

Dick walked to you, your arm slung in the hole of his elbow. The two of you didn’t speak any words once you arrived back for dinner. It was a typical dinner. Your mother always made Salmon, rice, and peas on Saturdays, which occurred to be Dick’s favourite meal. Your mother raved about boys who could “tame” you, your father spoke of a new business deal in the news, you picked at the leftover peas, and Dick looked at your father with his weary king eyes, attempting to look interested in the conversation.

What kept him away in the dinner as your bare ankle, brushing against his trousers. It was a little bit distracting. Thank god he was a good pretender. It felt so wrong to be doing this, yet so right. You were unlike a lot of women Dick had met. You always caught his attention, watching you each day as you grow into a young, educated woman.

To tame your foot, Dick wrapped his ankle around yours, tenderly holding it down until the meal was over. After dinner was over, Dick wished your family a goodnight.. He gave your mother who adored him a kiss on the cheek, your father a firm handshake, and you apart on the shoulder. His fingers struggled on your bare shoulder for what seemed like forever, brushing against the edge of your neck.

And with that, Dick was gone into the night. You headed to bed and changed, not washing your lips. You had a smile on your face as you twisted and turned. It was a one time occurance, but it felt like your fantasy had come to life.

But before you knew it, it would all be over. Dick would be back on Tuesday, and the two of you would act like nothing had ever happened.

But what Dick and you didn’t know is that it wouldn't be the first time of hushed kisses, lingering fingers, and limbs grazing passionately against each other.

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The US had entered the war overseas. Most of the boys in your class were putting a pause on their lives to go fight in Africa, The Pacific, or Europe. Anybody who was over the age of eighteen was required to draft, so town was a shit show of crying mothers, lanky boys who could possibly never come home, and military trucks. You wanted to apply to be a combat nurse, but you weren’t of the age requirement.

Dick was going to war.

Ever since the night at the lake, you and Dick kept a closted relationship. He still came over in the Summers. Some days you wouldn’t even see him. But the small moments you had together, whether that be watching the twinkling stars on your walk on the lake hand in hand or cuddled reading books on a rainy day in your isolated greenhouse porch, mattered so much. If you had a bad day, he'd sit there and listen. He wouldn’t judge or give any advice. You didn’t know if he understood your struggles, but it made you happy to know that someone would sit there and listen. For comfort, he would take the book out of your hands and bookmark it, slide off your dangling flats, and pull you into his chest.

Dick’s language of romance wasn’t grand or romantic. Although reticent, his tranquil actions were nothing but idyllic. It was the little things that counted, whether it was fresh perennial’s picked from the field or even a hug. Your relationship didn’t have to be based on gifts and what others thought of you. It was the little things that counted.

The night before he was drafted, Dick invited your family over to his farm. It was at the edge of town and down a long dirt road, leading to a little white house and large red barn. It was picturesque, a cornfield and trees for miles on end. There was no constant chatter, horns blaring, or pressure-it was just quiet.

When your parents and Dick’s parents were distracted in conversation, Dick requested to take a walk with you. As much as you enjoyed talking to the bubbly Anne, you needed a small escape. You followed Dick to the back of his tiny kitchen. Being the gentleman he was, he held the door open and let you walk ahead of him. The only noise that could be heard were the chirps of crickets and the wind gently blowing. You held a hand down on a dress your mother forced you to wear. It was a Jade summer frock, but Dick had complimented you. So it made the frock somewhat bearable.

The two of you walked in his backyard. You had no clue where he was leading you. You turned to Dick to ask. He didn’t respond with words. His fingers edged on your as you unruled your fingers, letting his hand sink into yours. His hands were worked, and you felt awful so you gently caressed the upper skin with your thumb.

“Where are we going?” You questioned as you looked left and right, clinging onto the shawl that hung from your shoulders.

Dick looked down at you. He had a subtle smile on his lips as he looked down at you. All of the anxiety he had felt about being drafted, work, and the war faded away when he looked at you. Dick didn’t need to kiss you to know that you loved him; he could tell from the gentle look of your stunning (y/e/c) eyes. He watched you look into the never ending field ahead of you, the wind blowing loose strands of your updo. You wore a little bit of makeup. It was always subtle. He knew you hated wearing makeup and did you want to do it to look “presentable”. Dick didn’t care what you looked like, whether it be in overalls or a dress, he was infatuated with you.

He should have known from day one that y/n, the mischievous daughter of his Economics professor, had been yearning for him. He attempted to get lost in the papers and speeches of your father in his regal office with the shades closed and the whiff of smoke, earth paper, and Whiskey. Even when he was trapped in the office, you were still on his mind with your elegant perfume and book in hand.

“Here.” He announced, overlooking the cornfield. The colossal, green plants waved in the wind, in front of a hazy smoky dull sunset. You didn’t respond and simply looked into the sunset, slowly watching the shining sun set into the ground. “The cornfields, they remind me of you.”

A smirk curved on your gloss lips as you squeezed his bigger, worked hand with your tinier one. “Is that so?”

“They're wild. No matter the season, they are always growing. They're not the easiest plant to manage, there...unruly.” Dick explained, still a gentle smile on his tringale face.

“Are you comparing me to a bunch of crops?” You teased as your head landed on his shoulder. “Not a lot of women find that very romantic.”

Dick leaned his head on top of yours as he, your thighs brushing against each other.

“I’m going to miss you a lot,” You broke the silence.

Dick didn’t move and had an eerie stoic expression. He tightened his grip on your hand before looking down to let out a soft sigh.

The sun didn’t shine anymore, the corn had stopped moving in the wind, and the stars didn’t sprinkle. You felt your stomach drop as goose bumps appeared on your exposed arms and legs. You froze and looked down at the grass, seeing your feet nestled right next to Dick’s.

The possibility that this could be the last time you saw Dick, held him, read with him, and kissed him haunted you. As a child, you had made it official that love was off the table. But when the giant gentle with red hair and mint eyes waltzed into your kitchen on that fateful night, your world had been turned upside down. Trying to be logical, you could live if Dick died. He was far too old to marry you, and most likely showed no interest. You could've been just a pretty face for him to silently hold before acting like you never shared tender moments in the moonlight. If he died, you would move on, marry someone your mother chose out for you, and start a mundane life of cooking, folding laundry, and having children.

But emotionally, if Dick didn’t come back to Lancaster, something would be missing from your life. Something important.

“I can’t promise anything. You know that, sweetheart.” Dick cautioned you, whispering into your hair. At Least he was being honest-better than sugar coating a sensitive subject. He tried to make you look at him, but you refused. You were being stubborn, pushing away the emotions and trying to think logically. But in all honesty, it was catching up to you know. Tears stung at your eyes as your mouth quivered.

“I know, you don’t have to tell me, ” You sniffled, “I’m not an idiot. I prefer it if you be straightforward with me.” Dick looked at you with his thin eyebrows knit together and narrowed eyes. After sharing such a kind moment, he most likely wouldn't wanna break news that would tear your heart to pieces.

You preferred if he’d just spit out the words and get it over with. Make it easier for both of you to handle.

He moved on his hands to your cheek to wipe the incoming tears, but you refused. You turned your head and swiped the tears with your shaky palm, red lipstick and mascara staining your skin.

You scoffed in frustration, “Just say you want me to break up with me. It’s for the better. I’ll go to school, you go to war. We act like nothing ever happened. For the greater good. It was fun while it lasted..But I...nevermind.” You looked down at the ground, refusing to look at Dick. One glance and the next thing you would know, tears would be streaming down your face as you ran into the night.

Dick turned and followed after you as your footsteps increased with a few mumbled sniffles. “That’s not what I wanted to say-”

A pained sob escaped your mouth as you walked forward, a red face with tears streaming down your cheek. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Please, for the better of us. It’s better to use your mind over your heart and not worry about some young, naive girl who had a crush on her father’s best student!”

“Y/n...”

You continued to walk forward and ignore Dick’s pleas, but your stomping slowed down.

“Y/n...”

Dick was creeping up behind your. Your speed walking slowly turned into slow, sluggish steps. Tears streamed down your face as your hands slung at your sides. Dick was now right behind you, watching you as you sniffled. You slowly turned your head to look at him with mascara running down your face.

“Oh, Sweetheart..” Dick softly sighed. Your whole body turned around as you fell into his arms, letting out a loud sob. Small sniffles turned into wails as you cried into his chest, staining the ivory collared shirt. He stroked your hair as he ran reassuring circles on your back. He wanted you to get all of those pestering emotions out. After a few minutes of sobbing and Dick comfortingly holding you close, he broke the silence.

“That’s not why I brought you here,” Dick cooed into your hair as he traced mindless figures into your lower back.

You looked up with your big (e/y/c) orbs, letting out a little sniffle. He had a soft smile on his face as he wiped a stray hair from your face, slowly tucking it behind your hair. “Then...why did you bring me here..?”

“This cornfield holds a special place in my heart. I come here a lot. It’s peaceful, but lonely.” Dick explained as he grabbed your hand, holding your tiny one in his own. He looked down at you, “After working with your father, I’d come home and run here. I’d stop midway to look at the wind and the way it moved the corn. It was so relaxing, so that’s why I brought you here.”

“To not feel lonely?”

“Yes. I felt alone, until I met you.” He admired, “I was surrounded by people, but I still felt alone. But when I spent time with you, I didn’t feel alone at all. It was a highlight to see you, even if it was sitting across from each other at a table or seeing you, laying on the porch. I looked at you and I got happy.”

“Dick, I…” You were speechless. His words wanted your heart, but his message baffled you. “Appreciate your kindness, but what do you mean?”

The gentle strawberry blonde held your hand. He didn’t hold it tight, but used both his hands to hold them up. He slowly backed up and lowered himself on one knee. From the books you had read, you knew what this way. Initiatively, you would’ve said no and ran away. But Dick had courted you with his gentle hold, reassuring words, and sheer presence.

“I couldn’t keep it any longer. I know there’s a chance that this will be the last time you see me for a while or at all. I said I couldn’t promise anything, but I..can’t hide it. I love you, y/n. I don’t care if you want to start school and make your own money, I don’t care if you wear pants, I don’t care what you do. I care about your happiness. I want you to live a long and happy life. You’re the most beautiful and intelligent woman I have ever met. I understand you’re young, and you can turn this down if it’s too much. Dick announced as he pulled a velvet box from the back of his pants, he opened the box to reveal a golden Celtic band. You put a hand on your mouth in joyous disabelif. “I want to be with you, but only if you want to be with me. You’d never be alone...Will you marry me, y/n?”

“Dick, this is…” You chuckled in disbelief. One minute you were crying, now you were laughing. Dick in one hand held a beautiful ring, and the other hand your delicate hand. “Wonderful. But my parents...they…”

“I talked to your father. He said pick out a white dress you want.” Dick replied. “You’re mother cried. I thought she was upset, but she was beyond happy. She told me she knew you had an eye on me since I started coming over for dinner. They approved...but if you don’t want this, I understand. I just couldn’t hold it in, even if I don’t come ba-“

“Yes, Yes, yes, yes, yes…” Your words started low, but then turned to loud cheers. You squealed, nodding enthusiastically. “I will, Dick. I’ll marry you. I don’t care. If something does happen, I'll be happy knowing that I’m yours. Even if you don’t…” the three lettered words struggled to come out your mouth. It was such a rough word. Unable to bring yourself to say it, you chose to leave your pessimistic side for something more optimistic. “I won’t be alone, even if you’re in Europe, The Pacific, wherever. I’ll just know you’re here, in my heart and dreams.”

It turned out that this whole dinner was a setup by your family and the Winters. It just had to be Anne Winters that she found about your relationship with Winters. Being sixteen and sassy, she casually shrugged it off and stated that “Dick was a horrible liar”. It should have been obvious with Dick’s favourite meal, the fact that you were placed right next to time, Anne’s teasing, and your mother pestering for you to look presentable. It all made sense now.

But there was one ball in the air-the ceremony. Dick would be leaving for Toccoa the next day, the afternoon. Your parents wanted a big ceremony for the morning. The Winters didn’t care-they just wanted the two of you to be happy considering that Dick was going to be away for a long time or forever.

You and Dick had to come to an agreement. You announced at the end of dessert that you would wait to be married until Dick came back from the war.

Obviously, this caused a bit of uproar. But with Dick leaving tomorrow, they chose not to make a big deal of it. As long as you and Dick were happy, your families could be nothing but be happy for you. Even if it was a short amount of time.

After the storm that settled, you and Dick had left his house. You hopped in his truck and drove to the local chapel Dick had attended with his family every Sunday. In the middle of the night, the two of you eloped. He made sure to pull over and pick out a group of Perennials, all kinds of your favorites. You even stuffed some into your messy updo which had turned into a half updo.

After your quiet ceremony, the two of you drove back to your estate. There, the two of you spent your first, and poetically final, night together in your childhood bedroom; making love, cuddling, and cherishing every moment you shared with each other.

The variety of perennials’s Dick had picked out were placed into a blue and white ginger jar. It was meant to be a memory of Dick. He wouldn’t be there psychically, but spiritually, he would be right there.

Dick was surprised to learn that you weren’t a virgin. He was raised a Mennonite, waiting for marriage. You, being a curious young woman, had experimented. It was once, and an unpleasant experience. Before, you had felt indifferent about sex. It was something that women were meant to desire. You were told to be a virgin and wait for a man to take control of you. Hating those words, you chose to do the opposite. Nobody knew of your little secret, besides Dick-your husband.

Dick was nothing like the boy you had lost your virginity to. Unlike that boy, he was a man. Not because he was masculine and tough, but because he treated you like his equal. He never treated you any differently from your father. Dick had morals and integrity, he was compassionate, quiet but polite, open-minded, and used his brain and heart. That was what you defined a real man as.

Dick treated you like you were made of glass. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you. He didn’t care about his feelings, he only cared about yours. He wanted to make sure that you were enjoying yourself. You aided him in some areas, but the two of you were on a ride after a rocky start. Dick always asked how you were doing, if you wanted him to stop, go slower, or if you needed to break. He left sloppy kisses all over your body and had his hands wrapped around you like a young child with a bear. Dick didn’t let go of you once.

That night, the two of you held each other close as you chatted for hours on end. That was what you had looked forward to, not the sex. Sex was still a big piece in your marriage, but it wasn’t the most important. You looked forward to the long and mindless conversations the two of you had. Dick held you in his warm arms, toned and muscles from the workout’s he did year round. He would hold you close to his body as the two of you discussed life after the war.

It didn’t matter what the future held. If Dick was gone for one year, ten years, or forever. What mattered was the two of you had each other in your little moment of peace before all hell would break loose.

You and Dick had chatted the whole night away. The next thing you knew, you would go from the bedroom to the train station. It was a moment you dreaded, but it had to be done. Dick once again had a stoic expression. He kissed his mother, your mother, and sister, shook his father's and your father’s hand, and gave you a long sweet kiss on the lips. Dick struggled to pull away, but he knew it was for the best. Before climbing onto the train, he promised to write to you at every opportunity he got and tell you about Europe, the war, and anything he desired to tell you.

The next thing you knew, you were alone again.

When you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes and walked up the stairs. Your mother asked if you were okay, to which you silently nodded your head. Your father had noticed your unusual silence. He had offered to take you shopping, thinking that money would make you happy. All you did was politely decline and retreat to your bedroom.

Your room was stuck in time. The sheets were all over the floor and Dick’s tall figure that had been imprinted on the left side of your bed. The dress your mother forced you to wear laid on the floor, along with your flats and pearls.

The sun shined through the curtains as you crawled onto the side where Dick had laid. You closed your eyes and sunk into his pillow, holding onto the disappearing scent of your husband.

On Top of the books, you had been reading were the perennials; lavender, daylilies, and stonecrops. You looked up from the pillow, your nose buried into the pillow and a blanket loosely covering your legs.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel that so alone anymore.

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One year turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into four. You kept the calendar’s from over the years in your room, neatly stored under your bed. You found it funny how time flew by. You could remember the first day of walking in your classroom and the day you walked off the podium with your diploma. The pretty perennials that Dick had given you from what seemed like a decade ago had died. They were withered and derived of the bright colors they once had, hanging on the side of the blue and white ginger jar. The perennials reminded you of yourself. Once you had been a fiery young girl, and now you were an exhausted graduate student who was bound to become a widow.

Around the time you had found work at Lancaster, BBC announced that the war was over in Europe. That should have phased you and made you jump up with glee, but in all reality, it didn’t. The optimistic side you once had was long gone, turning into a pessimistic bitterness. The war was over in Europe, but not in The Pacific. Dick still wouldn’t be coming home, and you learned to accept that.

Sure, he had sent you letters in the beginning. Lots of them. He would talk about his adventures in training, his dreadful drill sergeant, his friend who was a “one of those city folk”, and so many more things. He expressed his boyish pride in being a patriot for his country. His little letters used to make your day. But as the leaves fell from the trees and the years passed, his letters would slow down. The last one you had received in January, written in December. It was short and sweet. The letter rested in your drawer. As the days passed on, a small part of you broke. You had been married for five years, yet you felt like you weren’t even married. No Dick kissing you, holding you in your arms, or comforting you in your darkest moments.

When the flowers had slowly withered, so did your hope.

But that all changed on a warm September day. Your mother had called you from your room, not specifying what was awaiting for you at the door. You grumbled and got up, taking off your glasses as you walked down the stairs, expecting to see another colleague trying to woo you.

You didn’t expect to see a tall man with a soft smile, strawberry hair, and a neat military uniform. Your husband-Dick Winters.

It was like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You dropped everything, running right into his arms. You buried your face in his chest as he pulled you in close, his worked hands resting on your lower back and hair. He smelt amazing, and his uniform was soft. You missed his tender touch and soft words. It had been forever since you had seen him. In that moment, nothing mattered. No words needed to be spoken. In all honesty, you never wanted or needed pity from others. You just wanted someone-Dick-to be close. You thought of yourself as a coward, but all you wanted to feel was alright.

“Sweetheart, I missed you. I’m so sorry,” He apologized, stroking your embrace. His voice was stoic, as usual. It really was Dick. He was home and in your arms, at last.

“Don’t. Just stay. Please.” You softly cooed into his chest. No, you couldn’t let go now.

Dick let out a soft chuckle and stayed in the embrace. War was a strange beast. It stripped families of their children and caused mass discussion. Dick thought he wouldn’t come home and see his wife who had married the night before he was drafted. As the years had gone by, Dick began to regret his choice. What if he had left you a widow?

But that was the past. It was gone-nothing to waste tears on. In your extended embrace, the future didn’t matter, it wasn’t worth stressing. Dick and you lived in the present moment and made it beautiful.

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Nothing had changed after Dick had come home. Life was still the same, except you weren’t as alone. Dick was still his stoic self. He was a doting husband. You expected him to struggle when he returned to civilian life. He wasn't used to homemade dinners and a bed much-the flashes of exploding limbs and artillery flashing through his eyes. Both you and Dick were independent. It wasn’t a bad thing. You could spend hours reading as he did a puzzle in another. On some days, the two of you would do activities together. You’d lay your head in his lap as he’d did his puzzle. On other days, Dick would be needier. Originally, he wasn’t vocal about it. It took you a while to catch onto it. He held your hand more in public, pulled you closer as you slept, and whenever he was in a mood-he’d come right to you and just give you a look. You knew the look all too well-and knew how to cure it. Dick would wrap his arms as you snuggled into his chest and talk about anything your minds came to. Sometimes you’d talk, but other times the two of you would close yours and fall asleep. Dick wouldn’t have any nightmares if held you close for comfort.

Without you, Dick didn’t know what he would do. How he could return to the simplicity of life.

Somehow, he returned. And every day he made sure to thank you for making him feel like a human and not a machine-whether that be through a gentle peck, a cuddle, or even a literal “thank you”. He loved you more than anything in the world.

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Shortly after Dick returned, the two of you moved out to New Jersey. His “city-boy” friend (his name was Lewis Nixon, but Dick called him Lew) had offered him a job at his parent’s nutrition company. So off the two of you drove from Lancaster to the suburbs of Haddonfield. Haddonfield and Lancester were virtually the same; small country bumpkin towns isolated from the big cities.

You and Dick had bought your first house (which was given by Nixon was a “late honeymoon gift). It was a small colonial house in a tiny suburb, pristine white with red doors. The decorations in the house were limited, a few photos of your and his family with elegant furniture gifted from your parents. It was a little big for your liking. It was a nice gift, but in Nixon’s words, it was for the “incoming armada of redheads”.

Babies. Children. Of your kin.

Dick had mentioned having children. When he was still adjusting, he’d hold you close as he talked about his plans for the future. Buy a farm in Pennsylvania, build his own business, and start a family of his own. He had told you that anywhere you would go, he would go. Anything you wanted, he wanted. He was about thirty two and you were close to turning twenty-five. It was expected at your age to have young children, but with no husband around and a job, it was difficult to settle down. You would gulp and smile, looking down as you held his hand.

Dick didn’t want to pressure you. He knew that were siginactiatly younger. Times were changing, you had a job and life of your own. He never wanted to interfere with it. When you would get insecure about not being the “ideal wife”, he’d reassure you that you were his wife and didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want. Dick wasn’t a man who put fear into others to get what he wanted. He was a patient and gentle soul.

You had tried a few times here and there. As much as you tried to enjoy something that was pleasurable, it was painful. You hid it from Dick, but Dick wasn’t an idiot. Dick wanted you to enjoy it. You could his mint eyes, hungry yet soft, as he laid on top of you, both of your hands restricted as you did the deed.

You weren’t making any noises, looking to the side. Something was wrong, you knew it. But you couldn’t break it to Dick. How would he react?

Dick catched onto his. He pulled himself together and pulled out. You looked at him and gave him a stubble style as he scooted closer to you, his breath heavy and gelled hair a mess.

“Hey,” You smiled awkwardly, clenching at the sheets.

Dick looked at you, a smile curving as his lips as his hand caressed your cheek. “How is my wife doing?”

It was a private nickname. He called you it after the war, especially when he was feeling vulnerable. Sometimes it was “my little wife”, which could be sweet or driven by lust. The little nickname made your heart skip a beat. You were proud to be his.

“Good. I’m tired,” You yawned as you held his hand close, playing with his big fingers.

Dick looked at your face as he admired your natural beauty, a pearly smile, your hair loose on the pillow, and your figure covered by a thin sheet. His hand moved from your cheek, your nape, and eventually your stomach. He drew slow, soft circles around your tummy.

“My little wife with our baby,” Dick remarked, his fingers dancing across your bare skin. Any girl would’ve fallen head over heels if a man had said that. You should have been happy, you wanted a family.

But how could you tell him?

There was a long silence between the two of you. All you did was look into his mint orbs, stroking his hair out of his face.

“I hope he, or she, looks like you. So they get their mother’s beauty.” Dick looked down at your stomach and planted a kiss.

You gulped, thinking of a response. A pretty white lie. “And there’s dad’s redhead and kindness. If you’re a little guy, I’ll tell you that it’s hard to find a man like your day.”

“And it’s hard to find a woman like your mother. She’s a firecracker,” Dick jabbed as he playfully ruffled his hair.

“Dick…” Your words were low as you held back a sob. You plastered a smile, it hurt to lie. “We don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl. I don’t even know if I have a baby there…”

“Well…” Dick laid his head on your stomach, gently finessing the skin under your breast. “If It was a girl, what would her name be?”

You hated the feeling-naming a baby that wasn’t in your stomach. Dick believed that you were pregnant, or at least he believed you were. In response, you bit your lips-looking like you were deep in thought.

“Margaret,” You announced, “Molly for short. After my grandmother, in her memory.”

Dick tilted his head up and nodded, “For your grandma,” He planted another kiss and rested his head once again, “A boy?”

“Lewis? You like that fellow a lot.”

Dick shook his head, “No. I can’t look at him and our child the same way.”

You let out a chuckle before shaking your head. An image of a little baby flashed between your eyes. Mint eyes, dimples, and soft red hair. You wished it would occur.

“I can’t think of a name. You?”

Dick was silent for a minute as he laid on your stomach, your fingers entangled in his locks.

“Thomas. His name could be Thomas,” Dick proposed.

“Why is that?” You questioned.

Dick let out a sigh before crawling up to you, pulling you into his arms,“He was a C.O, to replace Sobel. I didn’t know him for long since his plane was hit. He’s listed as missing in action...but,” He froze on the words, unable to say it. You looked up at him Dick, who looked to the side with guilt tugging at his heart. You planted a kiss on his chin.

“He was twenty-two years old, just married. He sent a letter out to his wife to tell her that he was coming home. She still believes he’s out there, lost in some forest, finding his way home..” Dick looked down at you. Just like Meehan, he had been freshly married, sending out a letter. While Dick had kept his short and sweet (he didn’t want to promise anything), Meehan was too big for his britches. He didn’t show his fear, confidence in the face of adversity.

“Okay, Thomas it is. I like that name” You expressed.

Dick saw your face glow up, and so did his. He smiled, nodding along. “Thomas and Margaret,” He looked at your stomach once more, running his hand across your flat stomach. “I like that too.”

You nuzzled into his chest as he planted little kisses on the nape of your neck, holding you close for warmth. The two of you remained there, the only noise being your breathing.

Pulling your head back, Dick moved his hands down to your lower back to pull you up, closer to his face. “Y/n?”

“Yes, Dick?” You looked into his mint eyes, the candle in the room glittering in his orbs.

Dick held your cheek as he admired your face, “I love you, my little wife.”

You looked down before looking at your husband, moving slowly up to his face.

“And I love you two, my big husband.”

Maybe time stopped when Dick’s lips had met yours, but the flutter only intensified. Your heart pounded in your chest as your knees went numb. You could only focus on how soft Dick felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all of your senses.

It wasn’t clear if you had dreamed this all, but the raw emotion in the way Dick’s fingers curled against yours. Dick kept his eyes open, sneaking a guilt peak every time you took a breath for air, just to make sure you weren’t a product of his imagination.

You weren’t sure if nature rooted for this moment, but it distracted you from everything. You just laid there with Dick, draped each other's arms as you sloppily kissed. Dick pulled you in once again, gently placing his lips onto yours until your knees had once again gone numb, overpowered by his. His other hand rested on your stomach as he murmured Margaret and Thomas, talking about how excellent of a mother you would be to your babies.

By the time you became aware of this, you froze, letting Dick kiss your body. You looked at the ceiling, hands in his hair as he decorated your skin.

It was like a car had run into you, throwing you down to the side-a rude awakening. As much as you denied it, it was creeping up on you.

There was no Thomas. There was no Magaret. There was never going to be a Thomas or Margaret.

Your stomach was flat, nothing moved. There was no life in your stomach ever. No matter how many times you tried, wished, prayed, there was only one conclusion.

There would never be a son or a daughter in your stomach-ever.

From that point on, life was slow. You woke up, gave Dick a kiss goodbye, worked from home, cooked dinner, read with Dick, fell asleep at an ungodly hour, and repeated the mundae routine everyday. With Dick being a general manager, he would work late hours. At some points, the only time you would see him is late at night when he’d crawl into bed giving you a kiss or early in the morning. Still, in his weary and stressed state, he’d always kiss your stomach every night and morning.

With your irregular cycles, constant negative tests, and pelvic pain becoming more evident in your marriage, you decided it was best to see your Doctor. As much as you didn’t want to know the possibility of what could be wrong, at least you would have an idea of what it was and how to make it better.

It turned out you couldn’t make your problem better. The doctor had a sympathetic look in your eyes as he listed off possibilities. You just sat there and looked at your stomach; your cold hands pressing against your stomach.

You were infertile.

There was never a Margaret growing in your stomach, nor was there a Thomas. There was nothing in your stomach.

How the hell were you going to tell your doting husband this?

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It was another Friday night in September. The leaves fell from the trees, the radio softly played in the back, it was peaceful in your little white house. Dick still hadn’t come home yet. You attempted to act like everything was normal as you put on a nice dress, pearls, and a fake pearly smile. It was all fine.

Nothing was fine.

You stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down into the haunting abyss. This feeling of dread and tightness became background noise as if it were traffic on an unseen road. There were times where you could handle it, and times where you could not. This was a day where you couldn’t handle it. Each day passed, and the more you repressed it-it hurt. It hurt even more than it was supposed to.

You were faced with a dead-end, a terrifying one, with thoughts of temptation and contemplation. You felt even lost in your own home and marriage, feeling helpless and scared. This wasn’t supposed to happen. In the partial society you lived in, a woman’s identity revolved around the ability to convenience. As a girl, you laughed it off, saying you’d do what you’d please. But you were no longer a fiery girl, but a broken and bitter woman. Bitter at the world for forcing the idea that women were baby machines. You, as you typically did, pushed it away.

Stuffed it into a closet, but it was now pouring out. All the baggage that you had repressed was right in front of you. You never felt like you belonged in the parthricaral society you lived in with their white picket fences and predictable lifestyles. That didn’t mean you didn’t want a family of your own. You had a husband, a job, a house, everything seemed perfect. But one thing was missing-a baby.

The older you had gotten, the more it affected you. Going to those parties for Dick’s job and seeing all the wives with their babies and fumbling toddlers. You didn’t feel anything towards them at first, but they eventually grew on you. Dick’s first few days home contained long conversations about what your lives would be after the way. You would chat with him for hours about it to distract from the nightmares that flooded his mind, holding his hand.

“A nice little farm near Lancaster, one or two kids, my own business, and the most important thing...you ” Dick would say, his words full of love. “My wonderful little wife, Margaret, Thomas, and me, on our farm. We’ll have each other.”

The kettle boiled in the water, the loud noise screeching in the kitchen. You dropped the knife and heard it clack onto the ground. All you did was stand there with wide eyes and shaky legs, looking down at the ground as your nails dug into the counter.

You couldn’t bear him children-you tried and tried and tried but to no avail. If you were not Dick’s, then what were you?

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Dick had taken off his trench coat, sliding his shoes off as he neatly put them right next to yours. He let out a sigh as he loosened his tie. Work had been stressful once again. All he could think about was seeing you and his growing little babies. Of course, he never told anybody. But knowing the thought was between you and him made it special-something so personal and beautiful. He couldn’t wait to see your face and hold you close, talking for hours on end. Anything you said or did made him head over heels, just like it had done to you five years ago. You had been distant and not your usual self, and Dick was worried. He knew of the insecurities you had, feeling like you never had fit into a certain mold.

He had walked into the kitchen and instead of finding you, he found a dropped knife and kettle that was overflowing with boiling water. It looked like you had left in a hurry. He made sure to check all of the doors to see if you had left, in which you had no. In a calm manner, Dick cleaned up the kettle and put the knife back where it was. He wanted to help so you wouldn’t stress.

The pitter-patter of the shower coming from upstairs alerted Dick. He walked up the stairs and down the dark hallway, seeing the bathroom light creak from the bathroom. Creaking the door open, the all to familiar noise hit his ears. The bathroom was foggy as the shower ran. Looking down, Dick saw the water come to his feet, staining his wet socks. Your flats were spread on the ground along with your knit cardigan, soggy from the water. Inside of the shower was you, clothed with your makeup running, hugging your knees as you looked down.

Dick let out a soft sigh as he looked at you, his shoulder slouching down. It was paining him to see you in this state, “Oh honey..”

You didn’t move, only your eyes did. He walked towards you, into the shower. He wore a white suit and dress pants, which were now we're stuck to his skin. He put himself right next to you as the hot water warmed his cold skin. You adjusted yourself to lean on his wet shoulder. Dick said there as you leaned on him for comfort, listening to the white noise of the shower.

“I tried,” You mumbled as your fingers ran circles in his arm.

Dick looked down at you with his strawberry hair sticking to his forehead and drips of water rushing down his face. He frowned, tiping his head to the side.

“I tried and tried, time after time. I tried so hard and I…” You lamented, grasping onto Dick’s arm. It was hard to spit out the words. You had already said the first half of it, you needed to say more. “I just can’t. I can’t do it.”

“Do what?” Dick questioned, his fingers lifting your chin. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mascara coming down along with it. His thumb wiped away the incoming hot tears. He was too kind to you. His mere presence reassured you. “Don’t cry, my little wife. Let me help you. Whatever it is, whatever you need, I-”

“I can’t have children. Not now, or ever.” The words came out your mouth. It felt like you were spitting fire. It felt strange like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Even though it was gone, it still lingered. “I went to the doctor last week. I’m infertile, Dick.”

Dick just sat with a frown on his face. You couldn’t tell what was going through his head. His free arm had wrapped around your shoulder was slowly falling as he let go of your chin, making an “oh” noise.

You looked at him and let out a sob as your face fell into your hands. “I didn’t wanna tell you. I know you’ve wanted children, every man wants that for their wife. You want a son who looks like you, and a wife who can provide that for you. I can’t. I wanted it too, but I watched my dream break. I’m supposed to give you a baby like a normal wife should...” Through the sniffling and sobs, you refused to look at Dick. He seemed disappointed, but you could never tell what he was feeling. “If you want a wife who can give you a child, then, by all means, do so. I’m worthless.”

You could feel it. Your relationship was over. Maybe it was for the better. Dick could start his family, and you could work a job in Philadelphia. They did have an opening in Philadelphia. It was better to have nobody-so you couldn’t get hurt and hurt others around you.

“No,”

Slowly removing your hands from your face, you turned to Dick. You scooted back, not able to tell if he was upset at you. “No?”

“No. You’re not worthless, y/n.” Dick attested, “What would make you think such a thing?”

“We’ve always wanted a family down the line. You would kiss my stomach every night, talking to the...” You looked down at your flat stomach, your hand gently squeezing the skin. It broke your heart even more just feeling what Dick assumed was Margaret and Thomas. “Just didn’t want you to get mad at me. I know you're upset with me.”

“Don’t give me that malarkey,” He growled, crawled closer to you as he grabbed your cheeks with your foreheads nuzzling towards each other. You could feel the warmth on the top of your forehead, “I’m not upset. You didn’t have to hide this from me. I should’ve known, I’m so sorry sweetheart.”

Dick tenderly grabbed your shoulders and leaned you back on the white subway wall. He was gentle as he wiped the sticky hair from your face for a clearer view. He had a soft smile as he caressed your cheek with you leaning into it.

“But if I can’t give you children, what good use am I?”

“The reason I married you wasn’t that I wanted a family. At that moment, in that cornfield, I wanted you to be my wife. If I didn’t tell you, I don’t know if I would’ve died content with my life,” Dick complimented with a kiss to your wet hand. “You're not just a pawn used for children-my little wife. Just because you can’t have children doesn’t mean I won’t leave you. I wouldn’t even consider the thought. It’d be hard to find someone like you, y/n. Nobody as hardworking, beautiful, and fiery”

A chuckle escaped your lips, “Like a cornfield?”

“Like a cornfield,” He assured. “I don’t care about children, the past, the future, anything. I married you because I was in love with the beautiful, growing woman five years ago, and I still am. All I care about is my little wife, y/n-you. I love you.”

You nuzzled into his shoulder, “I..love you too, Dick.”

Silent communication was your and Dick’s form of romance. You didn’t need big gestures and materialistic gifts to feel comforted, sometimes you just needed someone right next to you, or in your arms. The silence was nice and the warmth was needed. Dick’s warmth felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished that you could extend the night just so you could stay in his comforting embrace, relived in his hold. In his hold, you believed that there is nothing to fear, that there is all sunshine and love. Dick was the cure you needed, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky, he was the morningstar that you prayed wouldn’t disappear.

“I’ll make us dinner,” Dick said as he got up. “I’ll even run you a bath. Does that sound good, my little wife?”

Your fingers held the tip of his hands. Your (y/c/e)‘s met with his mint ones that shined in the pristine light. He gently helped you up with a hand resting on your waist.

Resting a hand on his chin, you looked down and shook your head. “I want to make dinner with you. I feel clean.”

“Are you sure?” Dick questioned, pulling you closer to his body. “I know you haven’t been sleeping.”

“Well I’m not tired. I haven’t felt like we’ve talked lately. You’ve been gone and I’ve been distant.” You confessed. The brutally honest was needed now. You tipped your head to look at Dick. “I wouldn’t mind a helping hand.”

“Fine, if you insist,” He placed his hand on your upper back and swept you off your fear. You let out a little chuckle as you snaked an arm around his shoulder for stability, “You said you needed a helping hand.”

Once you and Dick changed out of your wet clothes and into your matching silk robes (gifted by Lew, the man even had your initials engraved into the pocket), the two of you headed down to the kitchen to cook. The radio played in the back and the kettle silently brewed as you sautéed the chicken and Dick set the small table in the tiny dining space.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?” You looked behind you as you washed your hands of the greasy oils and spices.

“Did you grow up with dogs?”

You nodded as you dried your hands, “Two-a Westie and Cairn terrier. Your point?”

Dick came over the counter as he leaned on it with a smirk. It wasn’t condescending, but it looked like an idea had popped in his head. You loved it when he smirked or smiled; the dimples on his cheeks would show.

“I know you get lonely when I’m not around. Lew knows a lot of good breeders in the area. How do two dogs sound?”

You were lonely. Loneliness was a feeling you knew all too well. It haunted you as a child and adult. Except when you were a child, you thought it would disappear. But in truth, it did not.

“Two dogs sound nice, Dick,” You confessed. The kettle began to make a shrieking noise. Walking over, you grabbed two cups and poured hot water into them. The water from clear to a darkish brown. You let the bags settle for a few minutes before taking the two cups over and handing one to your strawberry blonde husband.

“There breed? Are we sure Lew won’t try and steal them?”

“Well, Lew wouldn’t steal them. He and Grace already have enough animals to take care of,” Dick put his two big hands around the mug. “Two terriers, a boy, and girl. Just like the ones you grew up with.”

“Ok,” You smiled, raising your eyebrows. “And their names?”

Dick took a sip of his tea before smacking his thin lips. “I was thinking of Margaret and Thomas. Do you like that?”

You finally knew the answer to why Dick was asking about getting dogs. Not that you were in protest. Dogs were like children-just easier to take care of.

“Yeah, I like that a lot.”

Dick put a hand over yours, giving it a reassuring squeezed. He smiled at you, and you smiled back.

Within the week, Lew had come over with the cutest puppies you had ever seen. He had also brought over all of the necessary supplies for two puppies, and even two sweaters with their names. One was a feisty and quiet Westie named Thomas and the other was a sweetheart with a sour side named Margaret. You and Dick loved them more than anything in the world. They were fed Filet Mignon from the table, slept in between you and Dick, and always for what they wanted. Even Dick gave into their puppy eyes whenever they got into trouble. The reason he wanted dogs in the first place was for his little wife; y/n-you. Not only did he want to make you feel a little less lonely in your little colonial house, but protected. Dick wasn’t always there to look out for you, even though he knew you could handle yourself just fine. Still, it was the thought that counted. Knowing that you would have two little balls of energy to keep you entertained made Dick content, and so did you.

Lewis Nixon was right all along. He never saw you and Dick having children. In his wise words, dogs were “far superior” than children. Dogs didn’t cry as much, they weren’t as needy, and they didn’t wake you up in the middle of the night. Mostly.

You would see the way the dogs would interact with Dick, and how Dick would interact with them. He’d treat them like children. From rocking Margaret in his arms to having long conversations with Thomas about why he shouldn’t bite you his mother while you peacefully sleep, it made your heart skip a beat, seeing Dick be so gentle with the two puppies.

Every night before you would head to bed, Dick would always remind you that his dream had finally come true; buying the little patch of land in Lancaster for the farm was within reach. He’d give you a kiss and pull you close as the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

You broke away from the terrifying cliff that you had looked down, heading towards your morning star, Dick, with hope that it wouldn’t disappear.

#dick winters x reader #richard winters x reader #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #richard winters imagine #my writing #oh gosh this is painful #also listen to wife by mitski #y'know if u wanna even cry harder #all aborad the angst train #*sad choo choo*

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So who else thinks that Billy Hatcher from Billy Hatcher and the Giant Egg should have a 2 or 3 volume manga series where he has an edgy Shadow the Hedgehog rival who is the bird themed Magical Boy Warrior for the Crow baddies?

Like, I already figured out his backstory.

Him and Billy where friends but he moved away but they promised to stay friends. This incel friend though refused to make new friends cuz y'know, even apart he's still got Billy as his BFFFF Forever so he's fine with his self imposed loneliness but not really. Especially because him and Billy agreed to hang out once summer vacation starts and he can Visit his old home town and see Billy.

It's the first day of summer vacation and Billy and his canon friends made plans to spend it doing this tour thing where they're going to visit dynamic places (based around the levels in the game like circus park, or the frozen mountain etc) and he wakes up late completely forgetting that his Incel friend would be visiting and was suppossed to pick him up from the train station but is also going to be late to meet up with his friends to hop on the tour bus with them so he runs off to meet his canon friends. Luckily nothing's wrong with this because the readers don't know about incel friend yet!

So it's like the opening FMV cutscene. He goes to his friends, they chide him for being late, he saves a chicken and gets usekai'd to chicken world to became a chicken based magical girl and rescue the 6 Chicken Elders and find the wish granting Giant Egg and stop Dark Raven.

So plot line 1 is the Forest Village level where Billy doesn't have the chicken suit but has to find it and maybe there's some chicks who are like "why would our chicken God Menie-Fudie have an outsider don the legendary suit? Screw you outsider we'll find it first and save out own village!" And Billy has to go after them and prove he's brave protecting then from the boss and this is how he gets his first emblem of bravery, the suit, and saves the first Elder. Boom. Adapted for comic. Incel friend is not in this part of the story. If he is it's vaguely hinted at.

Next is Dino Mountain and we have Billy meeting up with Rolly in the story now who already got her suit to be the magical girl chicken guardian of the level. She's not doing a super good job combating the local Crows in the area because she's still the pure bubbly character who needs to get a quick arc where she learns sometimes you gotta FIGHT for peace and not just ask for it. She DOES defeat the area boss by being compassionate to the resurrected dinosaur who is being forced to fight for the crows and through said compassion turns on the crow boss and Rolly gets her emblem of courage for having the courage to determine when to fight and when to care, even if it seems more difficult. Unlike the game Rolly stays behind to guard Dino Mountain so the immediate cast doesn't get too big. Before facing the boss though there's the "Rolly kidnapped by the crows" plot which all the "Friends kidnapped" plots are orchestrated by Incel friend who was also brought to chicken land. Depending on how open vs hiding in the shadows he is Billy just thinks he's been kidnapped by the crows or some shit.

(Yes I am aware that Rolly's level is Pirate Isle but I really wanted her to use the power of love and friendship on the giant dinosaur skeleton and really it doesn't make much difference where his friends get picked up honestly...)

The next place is Pirate isle and I haven't decided what happens here but second verse same as the first. He meets up with Chick Poacher, Chick's gotta learn a thing. There's kidnapping involved. Incel friend shows up to cause some trouble making the readers go "Who is this Original character Donut steal??" Bull crap. Same goes for Bantam.

Billy finally gets to confront Incel friend (Who I just now decided is going to be named Rook, or Jackdaw, which are types of crows) in circus park. Maybe a Circus was important to their friendship or some shit? I dunno and this is when we finally get the rest of the OC's backstory which, yes, he is acting like a jealous girlfriend. Billy overslept for picking him up at the train so he was butthurt but going to tolerate it, only to almost be at his house when Billy goes running off. He follows him only to find him talking with his friends about all the stuff they're going to spend all summer doing and gets full dose of unreasonable butthurt and misunderstanding. Because like... How dare my friend have more friends other than myself? /I/ didn't friend cheat on HIM! I literally made ZERO friends! How DARE he not only NOT BE AS LONELY AS I WAS but now he has REPLACED ME TO THE POINT WERE HE'S DITCHING ME ON OUR PROMISED HANG OUT FOR SUMMER?! WELL FUG U TOO BILLY! And the crow from the opening brought him to Chicken Land. Maybe there was a legendary chicken suit for circus park as well and Rook would potentially be the 5th member of the chicken team, but he uses Billy to get it and corrupt it into a crow themed suit instead. He's the dark magical girl!

Billy saves the elder but doesn't get through to Rook. He gets a second emblem of courage for being brave enough to stand up to a friend when they're doing a wrong but it doesn't make Billy feel better because previously it would be his friends who did the brave and got the emblem, but this time it was his friend who was the bad. Billy vaguely insinuates to himself that he hadn't forgotten Rook but this is third person limited so we won't learn the truth until someone says it.

This moves on to sand ruins where Billy purses Rook who is also hunting down the elder to find the last peice of info about the Giant Egg or floating castle or some shit. This does result in some required team work forcing the two ex friends to stop being little bitches for like 5 minutes where Billy asks Rook why he would help the crows gain ultimate power. Rook tells him "I'm not stupid. I have no intention of actually letting the crows have the giant egg's power." And is planning to betray them and take the egg for himself. When Billy asks what he would even do with a wish granting egg we later learn it's as simple and personal as "to wish Billy's friends away" or "Wish that they can't return to Chicken land but Billy and he stay there" or "Wish that I never moved". Prolly all the above in consideration because he feels/ is acting like a betrayed jealous girlfriend.

Also let's refit the "Two chickens facing eachother" puzzle into something about these two working together and making up. Billy get's to reveal he never forgot or replaced his friend but when he slept in late he wanted to catch up to his canon friends before the tour thing started because he had wanted to bring his canon friends to the train station to meet his bffff and bring him on the fun summer tour too. Haha misunderstandings and jumping to conclusions is A+ writing! This friendship reunion doesn't last long because boss monster or main villain kidnaps Rook once the path to the giant egg is open and shit and now Billy has to go save ANOTHER friend.

Shounen power of friendship everyone shows up in the ending-ending. They get sent back to their world and miss the bus, but decide they already had their adventure and will have just as much fun chilling together and getting to know Billy's friend. Now Rook has FWENDS. Da end.

#billy hatcher #billy hatcher and the giant egg

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Drops of Jupiter

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x female reader

Warnings: None! Lil angst if you squint, some language. Lots of fun avengers dialog, because Idk I love the team dynamic

Summary: You just got back from being away for six months in Africa, and your team has missed you! But you're unsure about a certain someone, who you left behind because he broke your heart.

Word count: 5.9k :)

When you stepped out of the quinjet, the first thing you noticed was the sound of snow crunching beneath your boots. That, and the immediate windchill, turning the tip of your nose pink. The pilot had told you to put your coat on... and for good reason. It had been so long since you'd come back here, you'd almost forgot how cold the winters on base could get. You turn your head to the sky and notice it's still snowing. The snowflakes were falling, hitting your skin and melting almost on impact, settling in your hair. This feeling, it was so familiar to you that it made you smile.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere, drops of Jupiter in her hair

It had been at least six months since you last set foot on this landing pad. It had been at least six months since you had last set foot on this landing pad. Six months since you'd last lived here, six months since you'd been without your team. Six months since you'd been without him. Your heart lurches at the thought, though you can't tell whether it's from excitement or dread.

Six months ago, you left for Africa to do work there under SHIELD's relief program. You had heard about them before, but never took the initiative to join until then. Fury had introduced you to the job opportunity a while before you took the offer, saying you'd be a hell of a good fit for it. And even you had to admit, you had fit quite well there. The people you worked alongside were kind, as were the people in the villages you helped.

Before you were a part of the Avenger's initiative, that would have been your dream job. It was always your dream to help people the way you had been the past six months. You wanted to make a difference, make good on everything you had learned in your training.

But of course it all changed when you became an Avenger.

Every footstep you took crunched with the snow underfoot, and it set your mind a little more at ease. The snow made you happy. After being in hot dry weather for so long, you hadn't realized how much you missed the cold. The way it settled onto your skin, the chill of the crisp air as it blows through your hair. The pure enjoyment you get out of sitting by the fire to warm your bones, cup of hot chocolate in between your cold hands. The love you feel for your team when they're gathered by the fire with you, sharing stories and laughing together after a long day in the frigid weather. That was the part you enjoyed the most.

Becoming an avenger had turned your world upside down, more than you could have ever expected and in more good ways than bad by far. You had found family in a group so diverse and different from eachother, but so alike at the same time. You had found home in newfound friendships, strong bonds strengthened over long missions and near death experiences and trust so unbreakable it could stand the test of time.

Or so you thought.

A door opens across the landing pad and out steps a very familiar face, one you found you had missed very much. A million dollar smile splits your face, one to rival that of the playboy himself, but even he seemed happy to see you.

Tony had been your very first friend when you joined the team. You formed a bond instantly, though you never quite figured out what brought you so close, considering you were two very different people. He was like the big brother you never had, a shoulder to cry on, someone who no matter what could bring a smile to your face.

"Tony..." you breathe, almost a relieved sigh as you cross the short distance of snow to wrap him in a hug, which he gladly reciprocates.

"Good to see you too, kid." He hums, and a laugh bubbles up from your chest, genuine and warm. He grips your shoulders gently and pulls back, giving you a once over and grinning.

"Look at you. Six months away from home and you haven't changed a bit." He muses and you roll your eyes good naturedly.

"Oh please, I couldn't change it up too much! Then you'd hardly recognize me. I might show you up." You retort, which causes him to snort.

"You wish. I'm happy about it!" He points out, putting an arm around your shoulder as he leads you inside, away from the cold. He continues, a satisfied smirk on his face and it causes your brow to arch just like it used to when you'd banter back and forth.

"I made a bet with Nat. She said you'd either cut or dye your hair, change your appearance somehow before you got back. I said you absolutely would not, and now she owes me fifty bucks." And then you starts to laugh.

"I cannot believe you made a bet about that! As if you need fifty from Nat anyways, mister billionaire playboy philanthropist." You muse. He shrugs in response, closing the door behind you, engulfing you in warmer air inside.

"It's all about principle. Bottom line, I was correct." He seemed so proud of himself... you didn't want to burst his bubble just yet with the tattoo across your back, so of course you let him have his moment.

You slip your coat off over your shoulders and hang it up, gloves coming off next. They were wet from the snow, and it was much too warm to keep them on anyways. This left you in a long sleeved gray shirt and some jeans, and you were already feeling at home again.

On the plane ride back you were worried about not quite fitting in anymore... it had been six months after all. Things change, people change of course. But the greeting from Tony and the playful banter? It felt just like it used to.

"C'mon, I'm sure the team has missed their resident tie breaker." He comments, which makes you laugh again. It was true. Often there would be team disputes, and you were always the deciding factor. Mostly because several people were impartial, like Vision and Wanda. So naturally, you, ever opinionated, became the deciding factor. You were anxious to see them again, your friends. Your family.

You could hear the warm chatter of voices down the hallway, and your steps faltered a little. Tony notices your hesitation and looks at you curiously.

"Hey, what's got you all nervous? I promise they've missed you. Tin man hasn't shut up about you coming home since yesterday. He said something about having movies to watch." That makes you smile. Bucky was your movie watching buddy. He was the only one with the attention span to sit through your favorites with you, to actually listen to you explain the lore and history involved with the actors and the way they were filmed. He was a film nerd you both had discovered, much to your delight. You were really looking forward to seeing him again too. But he wasn't why you were hesitating.

"Does he know I'm coming?" You ask meekly. Tony's brows furrow in confusion, not quite catching what you meant.

"Of course. I just told you! Your hearing going out? Because I can start calling you old instead of the walking museum exhibits in there." He quips, talking about Steve and Buck, and you hit him lightly on the shoulder, causing him to scowl.

"Not him, Tony." You snap, but there was no real anger behind it. It was more like... fear. Apprehension at the exchange that was bound to happen.

"Oh... him. Yeah, Wanda told him a day or so ago. He hasn't said anything about it though, and he doesn't know when." He replies, tone a little softer than before. Tony was a handful, sure, but he knew when to be sensitive to emotion. And in this situation, that's exactly what you needed. Tony notices the way the tension slips into your shoulders and he purses his lips.

"Hey, it'll be alright. I'm sure he missed you too. Who wouldn't miss you! You keep this team together." He says, his voice gentle yet firm in his statements, and a small smile tugs at the edge of your lips.

"If he isn't happy, that's his problem." He continues, speaking your name with an air of comfort that washed over your nerves. "Truth is we've all missed you. And if he hasn't, then he's stupid and he can stay in his room until he gets over it." He concludes. You couldn't help but smile.

"You always know just what to say, don't you?" You hum, and he chuckles.

"I pride myself in it. Now come on, everyone's been waiting all day. I'm not even sure if they know you're here yet."

You could never say no to him. Even when something inside you knew damn well there was one person that might not have missed you at all, you were still going to see your team. Tony was right, even if you'd never admit it, lest it go to his ego. You'd be damned if one man would make you reluctant to see your family.

The sounds of voices got louder, and you could clearly hear what they were talking about. Well, more like arguing about. That definitely hadn't changed a bit.

"Why'd you have to say anything about it, I'm just trying to enjoy my evening!" You hear, and instantly recognize the voice as Bucky. He sounded whiny, and you had to hold back a snicker.

"How could I not! That mug is damn ugly. It's my duty as a citizen to tell you that." Now that was Sam, another one of your boys you'd missed dearly. One of the first things you'd noticed when you went to Africa was the silence... the lack of arguing from Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

"It is not your duty as a citizen, it's your duty as an asshole." Bucky gripes, and Sam's laughter rings through the hall. You felt the need to stay where you were out of sight just to listen to them.

"I dunno, Buck. It is pretty ugly." Steve chiming in as usual, always deriving enjoyment out of getting Bucky riled up like that. He liked to see him mad sometimes. As prim and proper as everyone thought Steve Rogers was, he sure did love to instigate.

"Well, his word is law." Sam continues. Bucky groans.

"He's not god, you know!"

"As a god I can confirm. The mug is atrocious." The deep voice calls from a different point in the room. Thor was here, which made you even more excited. He was back and forth a lot, but when he was here you really did enjoy his company.

"Everyone is against me and my coffee mug. I don't see what's so ugly about it." Bucky retorts, and Sam is quick to jump on that.

"It's neon green with pictures of cartoon cats all over it. How can it not be called ugly."

It dawns on you that you had bought that mug for Bucky actually. You two had been on a mission in Yosemite, and it had caught your eye because it was, in fact, the ugliest cup you had ever seen. But when you showed it to Bucky he had absolutely loved it. Why, you had absolutely no idea.

"You just have shitty taste in mugs. All of you." He decides, and that makes several people groan. Bucky Barnes was stubborn, that everyone knew. There was no getting through to that man once his mind was set.

"Oh, don't be so bitter, Buck. We're just being honest with you." Steve tries to reason, and the outraged sound that falls from Steve's mouth immediately after along with Sam and Thor's laughter meant one thing. Bucky had flipped him off.

You turned to Tony and found that he had already walked into the room, leaving you behind in the hall. He must have known you wanted to surprise them. Besides... who would Tony be if he didn't give his two cents in the argument.

"What is the married couple fighting about this time?" Tony asks, even though he had been listening right alongside you.

"Sam has told Bucky that his mug is ugly. And everyone agrees." Thor informs him, to which Tony looks at the mug, pretending to mull it over.

"I dunno... it isn't that bad. I've seen far worse ones in my cabinet." He says, and Sam makes a face.

"There is no way in hell there is a mug uglier than that one in the cabinet."

Tony smirks. You already knew which mug the bastard was going to bring up, which also happened to belong to you.

"Have you seen that Captain America mug in there? Tacky as all hell." He says, and Bucky almost spits his coffee. Steve became red in the face

"That's not even mine! I don't even know how it got there!" Steve defends.

If there was one thing Tony was good at, it was bothering Steve. That, and making entrances... which you realized was exactly what he was doing for you. Setting up an entrance. That sly bastard. You take a deep breath and decide that this was a better time than any. And if you didn't take this chance, Tony would complain that he set that up perfectly for weeks.

You step into the doorway and cross your arms over your chest, amusement dancing across your features.

"I leave for six months, and you boys bash my mug taste? Maybe I should have stayed in Africa." You sound your opinion and heads turn to see you standing there for the first time

She acts like summer and walks like rain, reminds me that there's time to change

It was the cutest thing, seeing the surprise on their faces turn into the biggest smiles, accompanied by happy exclamations of your name. You couldn't help but mirror the expression. Steve was the closest, and he was always a hugger so of course you find yourself wrapped in a strong hug much sooner than you expected.

"We didn't know you'd be getting in today!" He exclaims, and you laugh.

"Well, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to surprise you guys since it almost never happens." You point out. Steve pulls away and rubs the back of his neck, still grinning that million dollar smile.

"Yeah, you've got a point." He admits. Pulling a surprise over the eyes of assassins and superheroes and gods was quite the task, so you relished in the reactions.

You walk further into the room, and Sam beams over at you.

"Been a while! And to think we were talkin' shit on your mugs." He teases

"I know! Gonna have to teach you guys a lesson. I got Bucky that mug as a gift, you know." You inform, and Sam scoffs.

"I stand by my statement."

"Good to see you too, Sam." You reply warmly, giving him a huge grin.

Bucky was up off the couch, mug forgotten on the coffee table as he came over to greet you.

"Did you hear them being mean to me and my mug? The nerve of these assholes." He quips and it makes you giggle.

"Oh I know. Such mistreatment, Bucky, how did you ever survive without me here." You muse, pouting playfully. He gives you a hug too, giving you a good feeling as he tells you it was good to see you again.

Tony pours himself a drink at the bar, and Thor tips his own glass of something your way.

"My Lady, it has been too long." He rumbles and you put your hands on your hips, tilting you head backwards a little to meet his eyes better. The tall bastard.

"It has indeed... more than six months I believe." And it really had been. Thor hadn't been there when you left, important business in Asgard regarding his brother and you completely understood. There was no way you could be upset with someone who was the embodiment of a giant teddy bear. He sets his glass down, wrapping you in a close to suffocating bear hug, squeezing a laugh out of you.

"Dear friend, how we've missed you. Are you here to stay once more?" He asks, letting go of you so you could meet more than expectant faces. Truth was, you hadn't told them you planned to come back permanently... Tony knew, but they weren't entirely sure. You didn't want to tell them in case you changed your mind.

But the warm greeting really reminded you why you loved this place, why you loved these people.

"Of course I'm here to stay. How could I keep away from my favorite team?"

The cheers and the hugs that followed made you so absolutely beyond happy, you could hardly take it. It had been so long since you'd felt this loved, so at home. Africa had been wonderful, but here was where you felt you truly belonged.

♡♡♡

Bruce and Clint had made their appearance later, giving the same warm greeting of course. Everyone had settled around the couches and chairs, wanted to catch up with you, talk about your experiences. And to continue the debate about Bucky's mug, much to his discontent.

Nat had popped in at some point, and that had been a warm welcome just the same. She settled in next to you on the couch and handed you a mug of coffee, and you'd never felt more at home, at peace. You were so warm, legs folded beneath you with comfortable socks and friendly conversation among friends. But of course it doesn't take long for that to crash in on itself.

You heard the familiar rumble of a landing quinjet before you even had time to panic and hide away somewhere. The team hardly seemed to notice, too busy being wrapped up in their heated debate. It had moved on from Bucky and his ugly mugs to a better topic of conversation: why Titanic was a better movie than Jurassic Park. The only person who noticed the way you tensed was of course Nat, who was sitting so close. But she could have noticed that from across the room.

She squeezes your knee, a silent reassurance. You'd need all the help in the world right now to get through this.

You could hear the familiar slam of a door from outside, the sound of soft accented voices in the hall. Steve had told you the twins had gone on a short mission... that they might not be back until the end of the week.

Apparently they got home early.

Everything about your posture screamed I don't want to be in this room when he comes in. But you know you should be... if you were going to stay for good, then damn it you could stay if you wanted. Besides... he was the one that broke it off in the first place.

Since her return from her stay on the moon, she listens like spring and she talks like June

Wanda emerged from the hall first, always better at packing up her stuff on the ship before her brother. He always took his damn time, that much you remembered. It used to annoy the hell out of you.

She puts her bag down and breathes out a long sigh, turning her head towards the commotion in the living space. She only takes notice of you when she was halfway to sitting on the couch, and she has to do a double take.

Wanda was like a sister to you, and you really did try to keep in touch, but after what happened it had just been so difficult. But she smiles at you, and you're not so worried about whether or not she forgives you anymore.

"I knew you were coming, but it still managed to surprise me a little." She admits, and you can only laugh. You wanted to drum up a good reply for her, but it dies in your throat at the sound of heavier footsteps coming down the same hall. Everyone else was still engaged in heated conversation, but it was white noise to your ears when he entered the room.

He looked as good as ever, even when he had that mission-worn expression on his face. His silver hair was pushed back off his face, which was smudged in dirt, sharp jawline peppered in stubble aside from his usual facial hair. He wore his tactical suit, which clung to him in all the right ways so it wouldn't get in the way when he ran. You used to love when he put that damn suit on... it made you hot under the collar. It still did, and you realize this with a bit of resentment.

You could tell he was tired, and you almost felt bad for being here because you knew once he realized you were sitting on the couch he'd get ten times more exhausted. But it was too late to hide away now.

Normally he would have noticed you right away, but his exhaustion seemed to be overwhelming his vigilance. He knew you were supposed to show up, he just didn't know when. That's what Tony had said at least.

Speaking of, Tony casts a glance over to you, a sort of brotherly reassurance. He wanted to make sure you were alright. You send him a barely-there nod in confirmation.

Pietro groans and throws his stuff down on the floor alongside Wanda's things, scrubbing a hand through his hair. That's when Tony decides to speak up.

"Welcome back, speedy. You missed an enthralling debate, and we'd love your input. Titanic or Jurassic Park? There's only one side to this that's correct, so choose wisely." He calls over, and Pietro looks at him quizzically.

He seems to ponder it for a moment as he makes his way towards the couches, not quite looking your way because Tony had already captured his attention, drawing him in so he couldn't run off. Clever man.

"Jurassic Park. No question." He decides, and there's a collection of groans from certain team members. You felt just a little pride bubble in your chest. Jurassic Park was your pick too. Tony was among those who groaned.

"How dare you choose a dinosaur movie over the cinematic masterpiece that is Titanic! This team lacks taste." He gripes, and Bucky is quick to jump his case, protesting something like 'the movie is historically inaccurate and there was enough room on the door for both' and then Tony called him a fossil. So on and so forth.

Pietro laughs, a sound that made your heart ache, and he makes his way over towards the couch to sit down, towards where you were sitting. Which makes sense... you sat in the spot he normally occupies on the couch. You were just so used to sitting there alongside him that you forgot it was his spot.

Tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded? And that heaven is overrated?

He casts his eyes up to the seat, maybe ten or so feet away, and he stops dead in his tracks as his eyes lock onto yours. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. That gaze, steely blue, flooded with emotion caught off guard like that? It could bring you to your knees. It has before.

Tony had been watching the exchange with baited breath, seeming to sense the rising tension. He wasn't the only one who had caught on, several teammates were watching now, anxious to see what would happen. They knew your history, remembered the sounds of explosive arguments from the past. Before anything could escalate too quickly, Tony decides to do something.

"Alright, guys! Movie room, asap! We'll watch both movies, and decide which one is better than the other then. Mandatory team bonding! C'mon, let's go." He quips, and as a few teammates start to protest he shushes them.

"And people who have been traveling and recently got back are excluded." He adds. Thank god for Tony Stark.

Everyone rises and starts to leave the room, save for you and Pietro, who were still locked in a silent staring match, both a little too caught in the moment to say anything. Natasha gives your knee a little squeeze before she goes though you hardly register it, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

The air felt suffocating, even moreso following the silence that engulfed the room when they were gone. No one has said a single thing yet... you didn't know what to say to him. So many thoughts were running around in your head, emotions you had bottled up and shoved deep down. Thankfully, after a long while of agonizing silence, he takes the liberty upon himself.

He says your name, softly, like it hurt him to form the syllables at all. His voice was rough around the edges, raw and so quiet that if anyone else had been in the room you wouldn't have heard him. You still say nothing, even if the was he sounded knocked the wind out of you.

"I uh... didn't expect you back today." He continues, trying to find some semblance of control in his emotions. It didn't seem to be working.

"...Yeah. I didn't think you'd get home today either." You reply, and the faltering of your own voice surprises you. God, you hadn't even been here with him more than an hour. His effect on you was ridiculous.

He sighs, though his posture was still rather tense. "Recon mission, ended early." He mumbles, and the way he shifts from foot to foot portrayed his anxiety with the situation. He was nervous... but you didn't blame him. You felt as if your heart would leap out of your chest, even though he caused you so much pain the last time you were with him.

You simply nod, watching him closely. He seemed to be thinking over his next words, long and hard. Like he wasn't sure what to say at all, which was so unlike him. Pietro Maximoff, who always knows what to say, always having a sharp reply on the edge of his lips for everything, a charming smirk to follow. Finally, he speaks.

"I missed seeing you around, you know." The way he said it was so tender, like he really meant it. But the phrasing made you surprisingly angry, and your hands ball into fists in your lap.

"You don't get to miss me." You say, tone even but laced with hurt and venom. He broke you. He doesn't get to pretend it wasnt his fault you left.

The words strike him like a punch to the stomach, and his brows crease. You expected him to argue, but he almost looks resigned to the matter.

"I... I know. I wanted to call, but..." he begins, but you feel your temper flare. All the pent up anger, and hurt, and sadness you felt when you left were finally rising to the surface, settling in your chest and lighting a fire that refused to be put out.

"But you didn't. No call, no text, not even a letter or a post card. I got nothing from you for six months, so I don't expect anything now. You don't get to apologize because you're guilty. You meant what you said before I left, own up to it." You snap. He could hear the way your voice rose towards the end, knew you were angry. You had every right to be.

"Come on, you know I'm sorry-"

"No, I don't. I don't know that. Not once did you say you were sorry before now." Your voice was rising, and you didn't care. You just didn't care. He hurt you, and he needed to feel it damn it.

"I know I let you down, but please, just hear-" he starts, voice rising with an air of desperation but you cut him off again.

"I don't want your apology. I want you to leave me alone." You retort, trying to edge your voice with finality. You didn't want to open yourself to be hurt again. Not by the man who broke your heart so completely. Not by the man who once owned it, dominated your mind with his laugh and quick wit and impish smile. The man who still owned it.

"You know I can't leave you alone. I could never leave you alone, even if I wanted to. Believe me, I've tried." His voice cracks towards the end, and you meet his eyes again. He looked so... broken. But so were you.

Just leave me alone! I had to pick up the pieces of what you broke, I don't want to have to do that again. I-I... I'm still healing... Let me heal. Leave me be..." You plead. Even if you were so damn angry, you were tortured by this. You didn't want to listen. But he kept talking anyways.

"I... after you left, I just couldn't get over you. I couldn't get you out of my mind, how much I missed you. I missed you, damn it." He says, and the way he spits his words out makes you want to believe him so badly. You bite your tongue so hard, you think it might bleed.

"I missed everything about you. Waking up to you in the morning. Hearing your laugh. Making you smile. The way you'd wrinkle your nose when I said something that you thought was stupid. I never realized how completely and utterly in love with you I was until you were gone. And fuck, I love you. I love you so much it hurts." He sounded so desperate to get his point across, so hopeless and anguished. You hadn't noticed you started to shake. He notices and starts towards you, closing the distance slowly with paced steps, gauging your reaction. When you don't protest, he doesn't stop coming closer.

You had never heard him say that before. That he loves you. You told him you loved him for the first time about six months ago, in his room laying on his bed. You meant it so wholly, with every beat of your heart you loved this man. And as soon as the words left your lips, he closed himself off to you. You'd never felt that rejected in your life, that alone.

He'd broken up with you a week later... said that it wasn't working for him anymore with no other explanation than that. That's why you took the job in Africa and up and left a week later. Being around him every day, knowing he'd brushed off your declaration like it was nothing was too much, caused too much pain. You couldn't deal with that. So you left, leaving him behind so you could heal in peace.

Sitting in front of him here, with him pouring his heart out to you, you just didn't know if you had the strength to withstand it. Not when you still loved him with everything you had.

"I should have told you then, I know. I've felt it since the first day I met you, and god it scared me, and I really fucked up. It scared me to love someone like this... the way I love you. And I know, I don't even deserve to talk to you right now, but I just wanted you to know. I'll tell everyone in this tower, damn it. I love you."

He was in front of you now, watching you with eyes so stormy they were more grey than blue. You take in a shaky, gasping breath, and his hands twitch like he wanted to reach out and touch you, comfort you the way he used to, but he doesn't. He doesn't know where the relationship stands now, and honestly, you don't either.

You sniffle quietly, on the verge of tears, just staring at him trying not to cry. You didn't like to cry, not in front of anyone. He used to be your shoulder to cry on other than Tony, but now you just didn't know.

"I-I want to forgive you so... so bad, Piet. But you... you really hurt me. You broke me. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to you." You say quietly, the words meddling together as you try to get them out. You wanted them to come out strong, firm, but the crying didn't help. Instead they were hushed, broken up in between as you tried to breathe. You felt like you couldn't breathe.

His face falls even further, and then he does something that makes you feel so utterly helpless to stay angry. He falls to his knees in front of the couch, like he was begging. And technically, he was.

"Baby, please. My love. My princesa. My everything, please." He whispers with soft urgency, eyes so wide and anguished. He was baring his soul to you, and it made your resolve crumble. He'd never been this emotionally vulnerable before. His hands reach out slowly, testing the waters, and when you don't recoil he takes your hands in his own. They were warm, steady, unlike yours which in the moment were ice cold and shaky. He lifts them to his lips and kisses each finger, and god if that didn't melt your heart. Damn this man.

"Please come back to me. I'll never hurt you again, I promise. Please."

You had half a mind to say no, out of principle. But damn it, he was looking at you like you hung the moon, and you find that you really really missed him. You missed him so much, and here he was, apologizing and saying he loves you and touching you the way he used to, and you just couldn't.

You manage to give him a watery smile, the gesture making tears fall and streak across your cheeks. His hands reach up to cup your face, thumbs brushing them away, waiting for your response with baited breath.

"Pietro Maximoff, if you break my heart again so help me god I'm going to kill you." You mumble, and his face lights up like a christmas tree. It makes your heart trip over itself.

"I won't! Never again my love. I wouldn't dream of it." He whispers quickly, and when you nod in response, still smiling he surges forward in a very Pietro-fashion to kiss you with everything he has. Everything that says he loves you and missed you and that he was wrong, lips kissing you senseless. His hand drifts to the back of your neck, and somehow your own find themselves gripping onto dirty blonde locks of hair.

He was kissing you so deep and passionately, conveying just how much you mean to him, a hidden language only spoken through touch, and god have you missed this. Missed feeling so openly and wholly loved by someone. By him.

Missed feeling at home.

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

#fanfic #marvel #pietromaximoff #avengers #fanfiction #writing blog #writing #pietro maximoff fanfic #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff #peach writes

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riverbabyniyah23 · 3 years

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Plot : Gabriella are the daughter of tiana and neaven aka princess and the frog and you come to riverdale and meet new friends

Also riverdale high is a school of daughters and sons of the famous Disney princess and princes

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Gabriella POV

I am Gabriella Maldonia daughter of Tiana and Naveen I am from New Orleans but I'm moving to riverdale my parents says it's a place where I get to know people like me princess and prince daughters and sons of stories that could be and can be told I got accepted in to it my family is moving there I'm happy that I got accepted It's the last week in New Orleans and we had parties but it's not like that don't happens every week but then it the time came and we had to leave New Orleans my mama and daddy supported me in every way

Then we got settled in and then it came to the first day at school and I went to my first class I walked in and everyone looked at me I was the shy but when people get to know me I'm not as shy as they think I am stubborn my daddy always said it was something I got from my mom

"Ms. Maldonia I have been expecting you come on in " I said then I shyly walked up to him

"Shy type huh?" He said and I nodded a little

"Well can you go sit next to sweet pea " then he pointed and I looked at him he was handsome really really handsome but I went and sat next to him

"Hi I'm sweet pea son of jasmine and Aladdin who are you the daughter of?" He asked and I just looked at him

"Oh so your that shy huh?" He asked and I shrugged

"Oh don't worry I'll get past that " and then I smiled at him and he smiled back at me then we payed attention to class

And then it was lunch and I was at my locker and was getting my lunch that I packed and I shut my locker and I saw sweet pea standing right there and made me jump a little and made him chuckle

"Sorry i didn't mean to scare you I was going to ask if you wanted to sit with me and my friends at the lounge!?" He asked and I nodded my head

"Ok follow me!" He said and I followed him in to the lounge and we stood in front of his friends

"Guys this is - well I don't know exactly what her name is but she's new to school " sweet pea said

"Oh new friends wonderful " a dark haired girl said and smiled and sweet pea sat down and I sat down next to him

"So new girl whose your parents?" A tanned boy asked and everyone looked at me

"T-Tiana and naveen " i said softly

"Oh so you do talk?" Sweet pea asked and I chuckled a little

"I'm shy I had to be at least 40 minutes within school to talk to someone " and I shrugged

"So who are all of you?" I asked

"Im jughead son of Ariel and Eric "

"I'm Betty daughter of Goldie locks"

"Veronica daughter of Snow White"

"Cheryl daughter of Merida "

" Archie son of Hercules "

"Fangs son of tinker bell"

"Toni daughter of Moana "

" Reggie son of mulan"

"Kevin son of belle "

"And you already know me" then I smiled and they all smiled back at me

"So don't mind me by asking what's your family's story I mean we all know eachother's mine is my father was the son of a god but he found love and ended up having me what's yours?" Archie asked

"Long or short version?" I asked and everyone said in unison "long "

"We'll have you all heard the frog prince?" I asked and they all nodded

"We'll see that kinda sent my mom on a path my mom once said when she was younger and I quote I will never never ever ever kiss a frog yuck! Boy was she wrong see my mom was never a princess growing up she lived in a beautiful neighborhood where they loved my grandfather cooking Especially his gumbo my mom and him always cooked and which set her on a path for her dream , cooking and starting her own place and she said she would name it Tiana's place but sadly my grandfather didn't live to see it because he died in world war 1 "

"Go on I'm getting interested in this story!" Betty said and I smiled

"Well my momma promised him that she would live her dream but one day she was able to get a place it had some work to do from what she told me but it was hers but then she found out she lost it while all that was happening my father came to town aka New Orleans and yes I was born and raised there anyway my father had a problem of his own he WAS a prince but he lost my grandparents kicked him out and he was broke also he really didn't know how to do anything himself. but then he meant someone he called him self the shadow man because of his power from his necklace but my father had someone with him Lawrence see the shadow man was a bad man he took the blood of my father and put it in that necklace of his and was able to turn Lawrence in to my father so he would be the prince and he turned my father in to... well a frog" and then Reggie almost chocked on his drink and everyone eyes widened

"FINALLY SOMEONE WHO PARENT TURNED IN TO AN ANIMAL " Cheryl screamed and my eyes widened

"Wait what did your parent turn in to ?" I asked Cheryl

"Oh technically my grandma and my uncles they turned in to bears "

"Huh!? We should hang out more often " and she smiled and I smiled back

"Anyway do y'all wanna keep on hearing this story? Or y'all getting tired of it ?" I asked

"No please go on!" Archie said while eating

"Well then after that there was a party for my godmother Charlotte who was my mom bestfriend and still is also who was supposed to meet the prince see she believed in love and wanted her fairy tale dream come true while at the time my mom didn't think she needed a man to make her dreams come true later that night that Charlotte meant the prince my mom found out she lost the place where she was going to have her place at and she ended up falling in to the table and Charlotte went to help her out and she put on a beautiful dress while Charlotte went back to the fake prince my mother went outside on the balcony and wished apon a wishing star and all of a sudden a frog appeared next to her that frog was my father he caught her off Guard when he said hi to her see my father thought like the frog prince he would be able to kiss a princess and turn back in to a human he told my mom the plan she hesitated at first but kissed him anyway plot twist she turned in to a frog as well and when that happened they ended up in the bayou and meant a alligator who wanted to play music and play jazz"

"See i believe that he became a frog because we have someone hear who went threw the similar type a problem but a alligator who wanted to play jazz come on now?!" Sweet pea said

"Oh really?! Ok " I said then got my phone and played a video of me and my family friend Louis who always been family to me and he looked at me shocked and I showed everyone and they were shocked to

"See told you Louis Surely know how to play jazz " and I smiled

"Ok frog girl please continue!" Reggie said

"You would be surprised how much I was called that back home but please my name is Gabriella but my friends call me bri or Ella " and then they all smiled

"So what happened next they meant a fly named ray and he lead them to mama odie she was how a put this a voodoo priestess she is really powerful for a very very very old lady she might be very old but she surely knows how to party" then I giggled a little

"Come on how old can she be to be very very old?" Jughead asked then I cleared my throat

"She is 223 years old" and Veronica dropped her fork her eyes widened

"Excuse me did you just say 223?!" Toni asked and I nodded

"Yep but anyway she gave my mother and father advice and told them they had until midnight they found out my father had to kiss Charlotte yeah I know a lot of twist and turns but then my mother taught him that he could do stuff by him self with no help and found out he was in love with my mother and tried to tell her but then got locked up in a box by the shadow man and then my mother found out she was in love with Him when that happened she went to the Mardi Gras but then thought she saw my father but it was actually Lawrence and on top of that she thought that she saw him human and with her bestfriend she was heart broken and ray tried to talk to her but she wouldn't budge she hoped away on her tiny feet as fast as she could then ray found out that wasn't him and helped my father and ended up taking the necklace that Lawrence had around his neck that was the shadow man's for his glamour and then the shadow man told the shadows to go after him he was able to get the necklace to my mother and she hopped away with it while ray stayed he might have been small but he surely had a lot of pride so much that he confronted the shadow man but shadow man ended up killing him and Louis found him on the ground while the shadow man went after my mother , my mother ended up defeating him breaking the necklace see the shadow man got that from I think some spirits or shadows but they toke him the shadow man was gone only leaving his last facial expression in the grave yard on a tombstone then my father was with Charlotte feeling her in on everything that happened and my mother got there but then Charlotte and my father ended up kissing but it didn't work it was already at midnight "

Then Cheryl gasped

"Then what happened?" Fangs asked

"Well they had a funeral for ray see he was in love with the star the wishing star Angeline she was his lover and he ended joining her making another star appear my parents didn't care weather they were frogs or human they loved eachother and at their as I put it nature wedding they kissed then turned back human leaving my mother in a beautiful green dress and my father in a green armer anyway my mother ended up making her dream come true with love of her prince naveen and my father learned not to be selfish and learned a valuable lesson they both did then they ended up having me Gabrielle ray Maldonia my middle name is named after somebody who not only saved New Orleans but also saved my parents, my parents say it's there love story but personally I call it the princess and the frog have a nice ring to it " I said

"Wow that was a beautiful story I loved it" sweet pea said

"Yeah it had twist and turns and love and pride " Veronica said

"Thanks " I said then I opened my lunch box to my gumbo and my beignets

"Wait what's that?" Jughead asked as I was pulling it it out

"Oh my momma famous beignets and gumbo these are my favorite food my mom is the best cook in New Orleans " I said then I opened my gumbo

"Y'all wanna try some ? I usually carry extra spoons but only when I'm feeling generous " I said then placed the gumbo on the middle of the table and spoons and they all looked at me

"Come on it's not poison if you taste it you will like it I promise " I said and they looked un sure at first but they all took a spoon and then toke some gumbo and they all put it in there mouth and there eyes widened and smiles appeared on there face

"Oh my god it's so delicious " Betty said licking the spoon

"Yeah your mom is a excellent cook !!" Jughead said then went back to take some more then I smacked his hand and he looked at me

"No double dipping "

"Ugh fine" he said and we all laughed Then I took my gumbo then started eating within 5 minutes I was finished and they all looked at me surprised

"Excuse me if I eat this like I'm an animal it's my favorite food " I said then they all laughed again then I took beignets out

"Girl how many do you have?" Veronica asked and i chuckled

"I always pack some extra just in case anyone wants one and apparently y'all like my moms cooking so here all of you take one these are my favorite dessert " I said then they all took one leaving me one in my box and I took it and they all took a bit out of there's

"Oh . My. God" Archie said and took another bit and i chuckled and toke a bit out of mine

"Oh it's like heaven in my mouth " Toni said eating it

"Exactly I love it" fangs said then toke another bite"

"Ugh! Why is it so good Imma need another one of these " Cheryl said then I finished mine and dusted off my hands then they all finished there's

"Sorry we toke a few only leaving you with one it was amazing!" Sweet pea said and I giggled

"No worries I can make more at home" I said then there eyes widened

"YOU MADE THESE " Betty said shocked

"Yep cooking runs in the family I was taught how to make gumbo and beignets at a young age that was my momma gumbo I like hers better then mine even tho we use the same ingredients but oh well and those beignets was made by me " I said and they smiled

"Well damn I'm going to need more" sweet pea said and I smiled

"Then I will most definitely bring y’all some of my momma food " then they all smiled

"So how was it living in New Orleans?" Fangs asked

"Oh it was the life we had parties every week I was singing with Louis also visiting my grandmama and mama odie in the bayou her teaching me the ways of voodoo since I was a child life was amazing " i said

"Then why did you move here ? I mean riverdale isn't like New Orleans " Toni asked

"I don't know I felt like I was missing something in my life my momma and daddy completely understood my momma thought it was her restaurant that she was missing but that was love as my mama odie always say you got to dig a little deeper to find out what ya need !" And I shrugged

"Do you think that you will find your prince someday?" Kevin asked

"Maybe I do maybe I don't it's not I like I'm giving up on love not giving up on love was a lesson my grandaddy taught my mother as a child my father just reminded her but if I find him I'll love him the same way my mother loves my father !" Then I smiled

"Oh just a question do any of you have powers from your parents story or pets?" I asked

"Oh I have super strength " Archie said and got up and lifted the couch where me sweet pea and Toni and fangs was sitting

"Woah!!"I said then he put us down and sat back in his seat

"I have a magic carpet ! BABA" sweet pea called and then I magic carpet came in flying to sweet pea and stood in front of him

"The carpet got a mind of its own baba go back to my locker please!" sweet pea said then the carpet came up to him and hit him in the face and I busted out laughing so did everyone else

"That ain't funny " sweet pea said and I kept laughing

"Oh that was a good one " I said and held out my hand so me and the carpet can to a high five and the carpet hit it

"Oh so now you both against me?!" Sweet pea said laughing a little

" I mean oh well !" I said then the carpet kept moving around me making me stand up

"Woah!!" I said as he was going around me and I looked at sweet pea and he looked surprised

"Sweet pea what's going on with baba?" I asked

"I don't know he have never reacted this way towards anyone before!" He said and then the carpet sat me down and then went probably back to sweet pea's locker

"What was weird it toke baba I few weeks to like me when we we first meant why did he like you all of a sudden ?" Sweet pea asked and I shrugged

"Eh anyway I can move water!" Toni said and took her water bottle and started moving her hand and water followed from her water bottle to her mouth

"Cool!"

"I'm a merman I can turn in to a merman every time I touch water my mother was a mermaid but my father is human " jughead said and I smiled

"I might be Merida daughter but I don't have powers I use my bow and arrow I also train " and I smiled

"I'm tinker bells son she is a fairy but my father is Peter Pan human so I can turn in to a fairy but also turn back human" fangs said

"I don't have powers but I surely know how to break in to stuff it's apart of my mothers story I also known for the trouble maker I always get in trouble " Betty said

"I don't have powers at all either but I have a looking glass but also I use my brain " Veronica said

"And I'm a worrier my mother saved all of China by proving that girls can fight and my father was a worrier too and I don't have powers!" Reggie said

"I don't have powers either but I'm really smart thanks to my love of books but sometimes I can go beast I mean really mean when I'm angry " Kevin said

"Wait do you have powers princess?" Sweet pea referred to me and I went really red and hid my face with my lunch box and everyone laughed and then I joined them

"Ok but really do you have powers?" Archie asked and I nodded

"Well what are they!" Betty asked smiling

"Oh uh I can do voodoo magic mama odie taught me spells I have my own spell book I also make spells" I said and there eyes widened

"Can we see ?" Sweet pea asked and I nodded

"Wait sweet pea where you get that black eye because I can heal it for you ! " I said and his eyes widened and he nodded

And I put my hand up to his eye and closed your eyes "by earth and air by fire and water so shall you hear my call powers by birth and rebirth powers of silence and peace heal his body and mind" and I opened my eyes and removed my hand and the black eye was gone

"Dude.." Archie said looking at sweet pea

"What is it gone?" He asked and I smiled and and everyone was shocked and Veronica gave sweet pea the looking glass and he looked at himself and his eyes widened and then he looked at me and back at the mirror and touched around his eye

"Oh my god is completely gone" Betty said

"How you do that " sweet pea said then give back the mirror to Veronica and then looked at me....

Part 2 coming!

#sweet pea #reggie mantle #swangs #fangs fogarty #bughead #riverdale betty #riverdale choni #disney #riverdale serpents #riverdale #princess tiana #jasmine #choni #sweet pea x oc #kevin keller

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gottlem · 4 years

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you belong with me (gigi x crystal)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gi”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I broke up with Nicky”

Oh.

OH.

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

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

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nctzendreamz · 4 years

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Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me :: Part Eight

Jaehyun finally takes you home, but he forgets to mention that his family is the richest in South Korea.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

Part Six Part Seven

Jaehyun x Reader ft. NCT

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

“The royal wedding.” Heechul whispered as the three of you pulled up to the expensive scene. There were cameras everywhere. Multiple limos continues to line up behind the mustang you currently sat in, and even though they didn’t know you saw them, everyone wanted to know who was in this car.

“You don’t seem nervous.” Jasmine questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m a good liar.” You whispered, unconsciously tapping your leg out of their view.

“You look beautiful, okay? And you’re at Park Rosé’ wedding. And she actually likes you.” Heechul said in shock.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” You asked in an offended tone.

“Look, all I’m saying, is that you have an opportunity here. Just like we told you at the house, show these snobs that you can look better, be better, and arrive all alone. You got this.”

“I got this.” You assured yourself, before taking a deep breath, and stepping outside of the vehicle. You felt like a celebrity who had to put on an act as a smile immediately found its way to your cheeks. The lights flashing at you made you sweat even more, but the closer you got to the wedding entrance, the more confidence you felt.”

“That dress.” You heard a reporter whisper, clearly in awe of you.

“Everyone this way!” Another yelled, and you realized that their attention was previously on Yuna and her posse. A genuine smile crept on your cheeks at how angry she looked. She stormed inside as well as the rest of her friends, while you continued to pose on the red carpet.

When you finally did get inside, you could spot your biggest fear. She walked with her cousins and sisters, and rolled Grandma through the semi crowded hallway. You looked up at where you were, and you couldn’t believe that most of the people in here were used to this. The white walls were pure, just as they should be. It reminded you of Johnny and Rosé, and how their relationship isn’t about how much wealth they could gain together in the future. It was about love.

When you walked into the room where the ceremony was being held, your eyes enlarged even more if that was even possible.

You had never seen anything like it. The lanterns, the plants scattered all around. It was so beautiful. People were all around, some mingling, and some trying to figure out the best place to sit. Your eyes were on Mrs. Jung, as you finally were able to handle the verdict.

She was never going to approve of you. She was never going to accept you.

“You look absolutely stunning, Mrs. Jung.” You bowed as you approached her on the front row. Everyone looked as if you had the biggest balls they’d ever come across.

She was silent for a moment, before she nodded her head gently. “Thank you. You look...nice as well.”

“And you too ladies.” You greeted. “So beautiful.” You whispered.

“Us? Look at you!” One of them spoke. “That dress? Divine.”

You watched as Jaehyun’s mother gave her the side eye, clearly not enjoying the compliments you were receiving, but you felt no pain. You also noticed the way she kept her purse in place so you couldn’t sit down with the rest of the family, but that didn’t surprise you either.

You turned around swiftly, and scanned around for a place to sit. All of a sudden you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Are you Y/N?” An older woman questioned. She was wearing red just like you, and her eyes were unmistakably those of the bride.

“Yes ma’am.” You said with a bright smile, taking her hand.

“Would you mind escorting me to my seat? I’m getting a little up there in age.” She smiled back.

“Of course, but you don’t look a day over 25. Don’t you know?”

As you sat her down, you saw her pat the space beside her. “I see why my daughter speaks so highly of you. I’m sure you’ve figured out I’m her mother.”

“Those eyes are hard to ignore.”

She giggled softly, clearly reminiscing about her only child. “Ah, yes. She’s always looked like me.”

“Are you sad about today?” You questioned, rubbing her back softly.

“No.” And in her eyes, you could see that she meant it. “Rosé used to always say to me, ‘Mom, no one will ever love me.’ I used to think she sounded absolutely ridiculous until she got older and explained to me what she actually meant.”

“And what was that?”

“I think you know.” She smirked, placing her hand on yours.

All of a sudden, you remembered the conversation you and Rosé had on the beach. The one where she vented to you about how she feels people only see her for her status, and not for her.

“Oh, yes.” You recalled. “She told you about that?”

“She told all of us. She also talked to Johnny about it.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “She did?”

“As I told you, she very much so adores you. And so does Jaehyun.”

The mention of Jaehyun’s name made every memory from the previous night to aflame in your mind. God, you missed him. You had no idea if he wanted to see you, but you wanted to apologize.

“He was there too.” She said, snapping you out of your thoughts. “He was so frantic, saying he ruined everything.”

Your heart was breaking the more and more she spoke.

“But in the end, he was alright. He’s a good boy. Always has been.”

“Was Johnny upset? I hate for all of this to happen during his wedding.”

“Johnny will always be better than okay. My son and Jaehyun are like brothers, and family doesn’t turn away from eachother. We love eachother, and I believe we all needed last night. It was like a last goodbye, almost. Johnny is officially a man after today.” She chuckled once again.

You couldn’t even speak as your eyes rested on your hands.

“In life, I’ve learned to never focus on the people that don’t like you.” She said suddenly. “It’ll only put you in a bad mood, and can deter you away from the ones you love, and the people that love you.”

Just a few feet away, eyes were burning into your features.

“Is she here?” Johnny questioned.

“Yeah.” Jaehyun said in a shocked tone. Deep down, he knew you were coming. God, you looked so amazing. You always did. “She’s talking to your mom.”

“Really?” Johnny was the surprised one now, peeking his head from behind the curtain. “Holy shit that’s a lot of people.” He breathed out nervously.

“Everything is going to be fine. You look great, the venue looks great.” Jaehyun placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “It’s finally here.”

“It’s finally here.” His voice trembled as he spoke. “I get to marry the girl of my dreams.”

“The love of your life.”

“The love of my life.” He confirmed. “With my bestfriend by my side.”

“With your bestfriend by your side.” Jaehyun grinned, his dimple coming out with pride.

“Are you guys done making out yet?” Lucas yawned.

“Yeah pretty boy.” Jaehyun promptly snatched the glasses off of his face, throwing them on the ground.

“Those were expensive!”

“Yeah? Well I think the people would rather see your eyes. I promise you no sponsors are watching.”

“I hope they are.” Taeyong snarked as he rested on the corner. “Maybe it’ll digress his ego.”

“Did mommy yell at you again last night?” Yuta joined in, squeezing his cousins cheek.

Taeyong was silent for a minute, before removing his hand from his face in dramatic fashion. “Not anymore than usual. I’m just...”

“Realizing this is our last boyish moment?” Haechan said.

“Yeah.” He whispered.

“Oh, don’t even get me started.” Johnny sighed, eyes up to the ceiling. He didn’t want to cry before the wedding even started.

“Remember that time when Jaehyun broke the statue of Buddha in the foyer, but he really wanted to go to the fencing tournament so we all took the blame for him?” Lucas said in a somber tone, even though he was laughing.

“And he never payed us back for it.” Yuta eyed.

“That was my one crime!” Jaehyun explained. “Let’s talk about I was always covering for you two.” He pointed at Yuta and Lucas, “for always sneaking girls in. I was risking my life.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Yuta sighed. “Remember that time we all got mad at Haechan and Taeyong because they told on us.”

“And we made up because we saw those spoiled brats messing with the two of them at school, and beat them up.” Johnny couldn’t breathe at this point.”

“I’ll never forget that one.” Taeyong smiled. “It was the first time I felt like I had brothers.”

“Me too.” Haechan agreed.

Now there was silence. It was pure. It was loving.

“It’s true that we can’t be kids forever.” Lucas sighed. “But what we have is something that can never be broken.”

“A brotherhood that lasts forever.” Johnny whispered.

“Forever.” The rest of them said in unison.

“And we’ll always be here.” Jaehyun added. “No matter what.”

“And Taeyong.” Yuta spoke suddenly. “I’m sorry if you think we’re like your parents. We know how good you are at what you do, and we’ve always been proud of you.”

“Thanks, bro.”

“And Jae.” Lucas sighed dramatically. “What I said about Y/N wasn’t cool. But...if you guys are about to break up...”

“And there he is.” They all said.

Together, they all came to Johnny in a group hug, squeezing the life out of him. They stood there for what felt like forever.

Suddenly, the slow ballad began, and they knew it was their que.

One by one, they approached the alter. Johnny couldn’t breathe, and Jaehyun couldn’t help but to look at you for a quick second. He could tell you didn’t notice. The woman hired to sing set the mood perfectly, and the instruments matched the theme. The floral designs everywhere made it all so real for everyone.

The flower girls came out first. They gained awe’s from the crowd who ruffled their hair gently as they threw their flowers out.

The melody continued as they made their way to the alter, giving Johnny and they rest of the cousins big hugs. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Jaehyun. You wanted kids with him. You wanted this moment with him.

Suddenly the lights lowered, and the singing stopped. You were told before the wedding started that this was where the lanterns were supposed to be brought out hanging for the bride to walk through. Together, everyone followed instructions and lit the aisle up. It was so beautiful. Her bridesmaids appeared for a short moment before they moved out of the way and revealed Rosé while water flowed through the aisle. It was guaranteed the most perfection thing you had ever seen.

“Wow.” You whispered. She looked essentric. “She cut her hair.” You smiled as a tear finally dropped down onto your hand.

Now you couldn’t help but to let your eyes go back to Jaehyun, who was finally looking at you too. Time really did stop as the two of you looked at eachother. It always did. It was almost telepathic as you both apologized with your begging, watery eyes. The beginning of your journey replayed like a flash, and you both knew. You knew this was far from over, and that not even the worst could make you two not be soulmates. You can’t mess with fate.

I love you. He mouthed as he bit his lip to contain his tears.

I love you. You mouthed back, wiping the river from your eyes.

Jaehyun then put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder, comforting his brother as he couldn’t contain his tears either.

Rosé had finally made her way to the steps of the alter, her father giving her away and Johnny assisting her.

“Before we join these two in marriage, they have vows.” The minister said, stepping back.

“Johnny.” Rosé spoke in a shaky voice, paper in hand. “These past few years with you have been the best years of my life. When I first met you, I was scared. I was so scared because you were so convincing. For the first time I felt myself falling in love with someone, but better yet, I could tell he was falling in love with me too and it was absolutely horrifying. I wanted to see this day so bad, but I knew something bad would happen, or you were going to break my heart...but you didn’t. And now, I get to call you my husband, and start a family with you, and I just...love you.” A smile radiated across her cheeks as she placed the ring on his finger.

“Rosé.” Johnny sniffled, causing everyone in the audience to awe at his transparent nature. “You are the reason I’m the man I am today. Before we met, I didn’t know myself at all. You showed me that I was human. You’re the one who’s always there for me, you’re the one who showed me just how beautiful life can be—the one who showed me happiness in its purest form. There are so many words that fit with you because you are that amazing, but the most important is that you are the love of my life. I can’t believe God blessed me with you, but I vow today that I will never take advantage of this opportunity. I won’t let you down.” He slipped the huge diamond onto her finger.

Jaehyun once again took a peak at you. As he listened to the vows being said, he noticed that this is exactly how he felt towards you. You were the only person he wanted to see when he hated the world. Even when he didn’t, all he wanted was you. You made him feel human. Not just some rich boy who could take care of you. You saw him for who he actually was. A man who could be insecure, awkward, and could make mistakes. You could take his mind off anything he didn’t want to think about. You are the love of his life.

“Do you, Johnny Suh, take Rosé to be your wife?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Rosé Park, take Johnny Suh to be your husband?”

“I do.”

“Well on that touching note, I now prounouce you, husband and wife.”

Cheers and confetti erupted from the venue. Johnny and Rosé connect in a passionate kiss before joining hands and stepping back into the watered aisle.

Now it was time to party.

#nct #nct 127 #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct jaehyun #nct angst #nct fluff #nct scenarios #nct series #nct imagines #crazy rich and they hate me #nct yuta #nct johnny #nct lucas #nct haechan #nct taeyong

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bibibuckleyy · 4 years

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‘Pinned’ liveblog

there are def spoilers ahead so don’t read if you haven’t seen the episode yet! also this is definitely not gonna make sense if you haven’t seen the episode and it’s very long so i’m sorry in advance

i wanna go to this bowling alley

i agree garett is a damn treasure look at that boi

he’s totally boyfriend manager material

yes buck you are a genuis

“technically it would be an exoskeleton”

LET HIM ENJOY THE WIN

“NO REFUNDS”

ayeeee my son garett gettin his coin go be manager 👏🏽

“JESSE, YOU’RE FIRED” LMAOOOOOO

so apparently green tea fights brain tumors

so let me tall y’all bout my good friend MICHAEL

he’s got a brain tumor and he is scarin the shit out the whole fandom

and hey instead of gettin the SURGERY

THIS BITCH IS GOIN CAMPING

i don’t think he understands that he cannot fucking die

athena and may are literally me

they both like ‘wtf why is he goin camping he has a damn brain tumor’

and the fandom like ‘bitch same T-T’

no pressure bobby but MICHAEL’S LIFE IS IN YOUR HANDS

michael bby i don’t know why your doctor cleared you for this

like ‘hey, you have a life-threatening tumor but whatev’s YOLO lmao go camping dude hopefully you don’t progressively get worse while you are there lol lol’

spoiler alert: he gets worse

me and his doc bout to throw hands

if athena and may don’t get him first

“assuming there is a next year”

well f u c k.

that’s a 2020 mood tho fr fr

athena pls knock some sense into michael you have my blessing girlie

congrats may on gettin into USC!

*casually googles USC*

WOW ALBERT

i dunno what i expected

but it was not...that

throw the whole room away chim

”technically he doesn’t even have a room” DAMN CHIM THE SHADE

things just ‘ignited’ huh?

well that was awkward

EXCUSE YOU ALBERT IN THIS HOUSEHOLD WE DO NOT QUESTION MADNEY

“she’s a good friend to you” with that little sip after DAMN ALBERT I CACKLED

Chim bby you look exhausted lmao

omg wAIT I LOVE THE TREE PLANTING TRADITION

IT’S SO NOBLE

“Plant it, let it grow, and stay out if it’s way!”

i love that they are including bobby in this

michael? michael what’s wrong with your hands buddy

THAT’S IT THIS TRIP IS CANCELLED SIRI TAKE US TO THE NEAREST HOSPITAL

“ah, the dreaded c-word”

hi hello yes i only accept relationship advice if it comes from hen or athena

awkward shoulder laugh?? ok buddie eddie

“tommorow isn’t promised to anyone, so if you love her, tell her”

*still doesn’t tell buck how he feels*

i love athena and may’s bond

it’s real like yea they have problems and disagreements but theye still love eachother

i like that they don’t agree all the time about everything

“we still have time” UH YEA BITCH WE BETTER

michael you are hi key scaring me now

stop stop stop you guys need to go to the hospital

bobby and harry are the duo we didn’t know we needed

ok listen

i really hated this emergency

like just do your dishes bitch

your house is already remodeled

i mean like it was still a good rescue

but i was kind of an eyeroll

he really shot himself with a nail gun

bruh

“i didn’t say i love you back to my daughter”

aii so he’s not as thick headed as i thought

wowzers that’s a lot of blood comign out of his chest

i literally chose the worst moment to make food

i‘m seasoned 9-1-1 vet tho so i’m used to it lmao

EDDIE WAIT ARE YOU ASKING BUCK OUT

WAIT IT WAS SO CASUAL THO

IT’S LIKE

THEY DO THIS OFTEN

ANA FLORES WHO

(ok ok i like Ms. Flores but i am a buddie stan first and foremost)

wow i didn’t expect that when they opened the back of the ambulance

lord have mercy this dudes blood is everywhere

me too buck, me too

i mean like i would lose my appetite but like,,, this popcorn is good yo

“where are you going?”

“to ask your sister out on a date so i can tell her i love her”

YES CHIM GO GET HER

*chants* MANDEY! MADNEY! MADNEY!

uh oh michael and bobby are bout to fiiight

“i’m fine”

“no michael, you’re not, and i think it’s time we all started admitting that”

FUCKING THANK YOU BOBBY

IT’S NOT ALL OK DAMNIT

“you think you are hiding it but he sees it”

YEA SO DO WE AND I THINK I SPEAK FOR EVERYONE WHEN I SAY I DON’T LIKE IT

“to learn!”

“to learn what?”

“how to be a family when i’m gone”

.........

i hate everyone

my heart didn’t deserve to break like that

JOSHHHHHHH

HI BBY

there are still bruises on his face :(

i’m still mad about his date

FUCK YOU GREG

maddie dear chimney is not breaking up with you lmao

poor josh bro sunshine bby didn’t deserve it

i love athena and hen’s dynamic like just GOALS

“this thing with michael is looming over us constantly”

truer words have never been spoken

i want to go to a revolving restaurant

it looked so cool

this is gonna sound weird byut maddie not saying i love you was just even better than her saying it back

she expressed it in her own way

(still fuck you doug)

“i love you maddie, and as long as i know you feel the same, i can say it enough for the both of us”

WHAT DID THIS WORLD DO TO DESERVE THIS MAN

WHOLESOME SO DAMN WGOLESOME

oh hey this dude is gonna propose

foreshadowing??

this dude really dropped the box

lmao why he look so nervous

i thought when she grabbed the box her hand was gonna get caught in the revolver thing

“the answer is-”

MY JAW HIT THE FLOOR

OH MY GOD

FUCKING EARRINGS

LORD NOOOOOOOOOO LMAOOOOOO

the way maddie went “oh boy” honestly same here we go

“five years together and you bring me up here for earrings?”

“it’s your birthday”

“yea, next week”

The dude that turned around right after he said that was me

like i just,,,,

fucking earrings AHAHAHAAAAAAAA

homegirl really chose the worst moment to stand up

i take it back i don’t want to go to one of those restaurants

wowwwww madney really being a dynamic duo in a crisis

and i am here for it!

they saved homegirl’s life

AND GOT A FREE HOTEL ROOM FOR ITTTTTT

I LITERALLY CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE MICHAEL ANGST

two bros, chillin by the camp fire, and i’m freakin out cause one of them’s gonna die

“i wanna see him grow up, and i don’t know if i will”

9-1-1 writers turn on your location i just wanna talk-

“i need you to keep me and my father alive for him”

thanks i hate it

candlelit breakfast is then new thing pass it on

“took maddie out to talk and things...ignited”

CHIMNEY YOU SMUG BASTARD

“hey handsome”

*points* there! there’s the exact moment my heart stopped

HELL NAH GET THIS DUDE AWAY FROM JOSH IMMEDEATLY

rest in power to josh’s mug

OH SHIT

HE HAS A GUN

HE HAS A FUCKIN GUN

“i love you howie”

.....

bitch i didn’t order this take it back

no no no no nO NOOOOOOOOOOO

so i honestly forgot abou the whoe ‘hostage situation thing’

I WASN’T EXPECTING THIS

CAN JOSH GET A DAMN BREAK PLEASE

josh looks so scared awwwww NOOOOOO

“do not move, or you will be shot”

bitch nO

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

somebody call buck he’ll know what to do

so.... this has been my “Pinned” liveblog! i’m sorry it was super long and there was like no capitalization anywhere lmao. i actually enjoyed this so hit up my askbox if you want me to liveblog another episode!

#911 fox #madney #buddie #i am freakin out #hopefully ths doesn't FLOP #chimney han #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash #athena grant #hen wilson

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coolcoolkerberos · 4 years

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Rating Side’s Playlists: Janus

Aka I say Vibes 30 times, these aren’t in order

- Come Little Children by Erutan

Disney villain vibes

Evil motherly song, guiding through the dark

“It must be this way” MY FUCKING FEELINGS

Haunting, I love it

7/10, get’s kinda repetitive

- You’re a Cad by the bird and a bee

Oh boy I’ve been hearing this one is about Virgil

First lyric screams “betrayal”

JAZZ VIBES YESSSSSS

A sort of ‘they’ll see through your lies’

“I should be better, but I’m worse” JANUS MISSES VIRGIL MY HEART

“You’re reckless with my heart, still I wait by the fire, I won’t ever get smart”

10/10 I added it to my playlist

- Denial by the Vaccines

Oooo dark vibes

“I know the world is in your hands” Janus calling out someone’s power?

“Please do my turn the light out, oh I don’t think the conversations over” Major SvS Redux vibes

Chill beats

The song is like someone speaking from your head and saying you’re denying your head from information

“I know where you want to go, oh I do, but do you?”

9/10, meaningful

- Mandy Goes To Med School by the Dresden Dolls

OOOOO MORE JAZZ VIBES

I love the piano in this song

I don’t even know what this song is about, I just think it’s neat

Her voice gets a bit annoying but then it gets good

“I’ve been dying to find out the hard way” idk but this lyric SLAPS

“I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it” (KILLER PIANO ENTERS)

8/10 to my playlist thing song goes

- Razzle Dazzle from Chicago

I’ve never listened to Chicago so here we go

Janus loves Jazz TM

“How can they see with sequence in their eyes?” ooooo

“Razzle Dazzle them and they’ll beg ya for more”

why does this seem like Janus telling Virgil he’s tricking everyone else with a friendly disguise?

I’m pretty sure this song is about prostitution

I know this song is supposed to be about disguising bland things with stupid amounts of show, but it gives off the vibe Janus is horny

6/10 just because I thought the song was SUPER repetitive

- Into the Unknown by the Blasting Company

I see over the garden wall (but I never watched it)

Same vibes as Come Little Children

“All that is lost is revealed” OOOO

Singer has rich voice I love it

7/10 I wanted more

- Don’t Tell Mama from Cabaret

Why do I get poor unfortunate souls vibes?

Song about lying about where you are (What Janus thinks Virgil is thinking?)

“I'm breaking every promise that I gave her, so won't you kindly do a girl a great big favor?” Major betrayal vibes

Lying to eachother is a big theme in this song

9/10 TO MY PLAYLIST YOU GO

- It Seemed The Better Way by Leonard Cohen

Again: evil vibes

DEEP VOICES

“Sounded like the truth, seemed the better way. Sounded like tha truth, but it’s not the truth today.” DAMN

This is more on the lying side of Janus

Violins are GOD TIER

7/10 I love the OoooOOOoooo-ing

- Talking at the Same Time by Tom Waits

Jazz Boys Assemble

Subtle trumpets, good beat

Again: MAJOR SvS REDUX VIBES

Kind of silent drunk ranting vibes

“You got to build your nest high enough to ride out the flood”

8/10 voice is annoying at points but it works well

- Anywhere by the Scarring Party

MORE JAZZ!!!! (Kind of Hadestown vibes)

I can’t understand the singer but it’s fun

Lots of dramas and flair

5/10 I couldn’t understand, but the music slapped

- Change by Lana Del Rey

I’ve never listened to a single Lana Del Rey song so this will be fun

Angst-y

“I’ve been thinking it’s just someone else’s job to care, but who am I? To try?” JANUS STOP BREAKING MY HEART

“Change is a powerful thing, I feel a coming in me.”

Janus would most likely try learning this song on piano

ABSOLUTELY HEARTBREAKING HOLY SHIT

9/10 Haunting, and I love it

- As Far as I Can See by Phantogram

Jazz/Techo? Hell yeah.

I really can’t tell if my phone is glitching of if it’s this song

“As far as I can see, nobody loves me. As far as I can tell, nobody loves you either.” OOP

“As far as I can see, nobody’s listening. As far as I can tell, nobody’s listening to me” SvS VIBES

7/10 confusing but catchy

- I Put a Spell On You by Nina Simone

afsgafafsha JANUS IS A HOCAS POCUS FAN

Jazz Vibes, I love her voice

“You know I can’t stand it, you’re running around” VIRGIL ANGST

6/10 I NEED MORE

- All the Good Girls Go to Hell by Billie Ellish

Fun Fact: I thought Billie was a male white 33 year old country singer until I heard this song a couple of months ago

“Once you get inside em, got friends but can’t invite em.” JANUS AND REMUS BEING CAST AWAY BY EVERY OTHER SIDE

“When the water starts to rise, and heaven’s out of sight, she’ll want the devil on her team” SvS REDUX VIBESSSSSS

“You’re cover up, is caving in, man is such a fool why are we saving him? Poisioning themselves now. Begging for our help? Wow.” I JUST ASDFGHJKL

10/10 I love this song for Janus, and I just love this song in general

- Evil Night Together by Jill Tracy

Man Janus just loves those jazz songs

Evil voices? We love it

“Let sway away the hours, let’s spend an evil night together” Janus, I just- I- why is he horny

“Who’s gonna make you a hero? Who’s gonna blow you away?” BETRAYAL VIBES

I just LOVE HOW THE MUSIC BUILDS TENSION

7/10 gets repetitive at the end, but I love this song

- Bladk Hole Sun from Scott Brandlee’s Post Modern Jukebox

Oooo is this jazz or classical

It’s jazz

Her voice is so beautiful

“Black Hole Sun, won’t you come, and wash away the rain?”

More major keys then other songs

INSTRAMENTAL SLAPS

10/10 I have no criticisms

- When the Chips are Down from Hadestown

Asdfashdhahesksksk I KNEW HADESTOWN WOULD BE HERE

Very different from the broadway version in voices, but I think it works for Janus

PIANO BREAK (jams)

“Aim for the heart, shoot to kill, if you don’t do it then the other one will” VIRGIL

“The first shall be first, and the last shall be last. Cast your eyes to heaven: you get a knife in the BACK”

8/10 I love this song but the voices don’t do it for me

- Devil in the Details by Bright Eyes

The voice? SLAPS

“Now you have your cake, don’t hesitate. Come on just do it.”

“There’s no backing out. This is gonna be reality, you can never dream it down.” DAMN

The strings? SLAPS

Angst TM

The guitar? SLAPS

“If there’s still time to turn around, I’m going too” SvS REDUX!!! VIBES!!!

Another 10/10

- Criminal by Fiona Apple

Evil jazzzzzzzz

“When a girl will break a boy just because she can”

Her voice is amazing, and it works well with the tone

“I got a lot to loose, and I’m betting high, so I’m begging you.” SvS vibes!!! (Not redux tho)

I really think Thomas, Joan, and Tayln knew what the fuck they were doing with this song and causing chaos with the Janus and Virgil shippers (yes they exist)

7/10 the ending wanted to be a fade out but it didn’t really work

- Trust in Me from the Jungle Book

Oh Jesus

Ooo opening just BURSTS through the door

Scarlett Johansson didn’t have to go this smooth but she did and I love her for it

MORE EVIL JAZZ

I like this take on the song, gives it more evil mom energy

10/10 I just- amazing

And that’s the end, Janus’ playlist overall is a 8/10

#sanderssides #deciet sanders #janus sanders #janus sanders sides #deciet sanders sides #janus’ playlist #SvS #svs part two

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Promises (oneshot)

Pairing: Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff if you squint (what’s new)

Synopsis: Being best friends with Jimin was easy. You never doubted your relationship with him even when you both got older. But what happens...when life happens?

You couldn’t really remember the exact date you became friends with Jimin. All you could remember was you sitting down to eat lunch all alone at lunch when a little boy also joined you, claiming he too was alone. And since that young age of 6, you two were joined at the hip.

You two were as good as they came. Thick as thieves. Peas in a pod. And you didn’t see that changing.

You remember your mom warning you one night, when she realized how close you both were.

“You’re probably too young to understand this Y/n, but I just want you to know that some relationships don’t last forever. Things change honey, and I don’t want you to be hurt by that” she said sadly, maybe even reminiscent of her own life.

And that warning, even though you were just ten, scared you. You knew exactly who she was referring to, and you ran over to Jimin’s house across the street sobbing.

It was at that age, when you promised that nothing would ever change your friendship.

And you both put that promise on a pedestal. As the years passed by and you got older, nothing got in the way of your friendship. Not when you moved away to Seoul, not when you got busy with university, and not when Jimin became an idol.

You became a manager at a tech company at one of the biggest companies in the city. You weren’t really sure how you managed to get there, but you were thankful for the opportunity. As for Jimin, his band seemed to get bigger and bigger everyday and you smiled everytime you saw a billboard with his face on it or an ad on TV featuring him and the boys.

But just because you were an ordinary person didn’t mean that the world didn’t know who you were. One day when Jungkook was doing a V-live, he walked into the boy’s living room where you and Jimin were having your usual movie night. Before you knew it, your friendship with Jimin was exposed for the world to see. At first it was hard, especially when girls you didn’t even know would through death glares at you and your social media filled with hate comments.

But you two even managed to make it through that. Jimin had to clarify to his fans that you meant a lot as his best friend and had wished that no one treated you poorly because of it and since then, you had a pretty good relationship with his fans, at least from what you could tell online.

Was it hard being best friends with an idol? Incredibly. But it was more than worth it. Plus in the process, you gained six more new friends with lots of adventures.

Of course, you also had some girl friends if only keep yourself sane from all the testosterone you were always surrounded by. Li-ah had been one of your closest friends since you moved to Seoul and she always voiced how lucky you were to be surrounded by big celebrities. You had wanted to introduce her to your friends, but the right time never presented itself.

“They’re just a group of over grown children sometimes” you joke back.

“Still.. what I would give to be around someone like BTS” she sighed out loud. “Have you ever had feelings for any of them?” she asks, taking a sip of her beer. You two were out getting drinks at your favorite spot just a block away from your apartment.,

“For those dummies? No way!” You say, taking a big gulp yourself.

“Ok fine, but not even Jimin? How could you not when you’ve been with him for as long as you have? When he’s just so.. so... perfect?” she asks, genuinely curious.

“Ok you’re clearly drunk if you think he’s perfect. Li-Ah, he will always be the boy that wet his bed when we were kids” you say giggling.

“That happened like once and a million years ago! Look at him now!” she says.

“Trust me, we’re just friends” you say. “Always have been, always will be. Speaking of that dork though, do you want to finally meet them? They’re on break starting tomorrow for like the next two months” you ask.

That was all it took for her to squeal so loud the entire bar turned to look at her.

“Yes! YES!” she said clapping her hands.

Perhaps if you knew how that would decision would change your life, you wouldn’t have even asked. But life wasn’t that simple.

The boys had invited you over for game night and some drinks which you gladly accepted. You asked to bring Li-ah, and though they were a bit reluctant at first, they agreed.

You had to talk Li-ah into being calm and not acting like the huge fan-girl she was. If there was anything the boys didn’t need right now, it was having to deal with a fan during their break time.

And to be honest, you were surprised by how well Li-ah managed to stay calm. It was like she changed completely. When you got to the apartment, she simply smiled and introduced herself to the boys. Was this the same Li-ah you knew?

Some of the boys played video games while the rest of you sat at the table playing some board games and drinking.

You watched, as Li-ah conversed with the boys, but how her eyes especially sparkled when she was talking to Jimin. And you also didn’t miss the way how his eyes seemed to light up the same way.

You knew you saw a connection there and you had a small smile on your face as you saw two of your best friends get to know each other. Jimin broke eye contact from Ji-Ah to send you a quick smile before turning back to Ji-ah to give her his attention.

It wasn’t long after that when Jimin had asked for Ji-ah’s number. You two were having your regular movie night when he randomly sprung the question on you.

“You want her number? Oh my god, are you going to ask her out?” you ask him.

“I- I gue- I just want to get to know her a little more?” he says, not really sure.

“Oh my god you like her!” You say, giggling.

“I don’t know yet! Hey we’re not getting any younger and I’m getting lonely!” He says, defending himself.

You throw a hand to your chest, faking pain. “When you have me??” you asked.

“That’s different and you know it!” he says throwing a pillow at you. “You going to help me or not?” he asks again.

“Of course I will, dork” you say, finally calming down from laughing. “I’ll always be there for you” you say a little slower.

After sending Jimin Ji-ah’s number, you walk to the kitchen to make some more popcorn and noticed Taehyung standing in the kitchen attempting to make some kind of food over the stove.

“You know, I didn’t think you’d do it” he said, not looking at you and stirring at the pot.

“do what?” you ask curiously while getting the popcorn out of the shelf.

“Give him your friends number. I always thought you two had a thing for eachother” he said nonchalantly.

“You’re kidding right? We’re best friends” you say while throwing the popcorn into the microwave.

“So? I see the way you look at him. You might not realize it yourself, but I think you’re in deep for Jimin, Y/n” Taehyung says.

“I- I’m not” you say. Both you and taehyung don’t miss the slight stutter in your voice.

“I mean, it’s not my place to meddle. But I want what’s best for the both of you, as always” he says, finally turning towards you.

“Thank you Tae, really” you say. “I know your hearts at a good place but I’m sure when I say we’re just friends” you say.

“Ok ok, I won’t bug you about it anymore” he says with a small giggle you’ve learned to love over the years. “Ok try this” he says, finally handing you the spoon that he was stirring with.

“What is it?” you ask, not really wanting to try whatever it was.

“I was trying to make chicken soup...” he says.

“Oh” was the only thing you could muster when you look at the concoction on your spoon that looked slightly like...tar. Despite your instincts to throw the spoon far, far away, you lick it as to not get much into your mouth.

“I’m going to say this since I too want what’s best for you Taehyung. Get take out and leave the cooking to Jin from now on...” you say, giggling and immediately reaching for water.

“I knew I shouldn’t have added all that fish sauce..” he says, making you choke on the water.

“Best for me my ass.. you just tried to kill me!” You say, downing as much water as you could.

“Ok ok get back to your movie Gorden Ramsey” he says, turning off the stove.

It has now been almost 3 months since Jimin got Li-ah’s number. A week after he got her number, he asked her out for their first date. 2 more dates after that, he asked her to be his girlfriend, with your blessing of course. And now 2 months later, he was going to tell her he loved her.

Was it fast? Yes. But was it right in his heart? 100%.

And during these three months, Taehyung’s words haunted you. Did you have feelings for Jimin? You convinced yourself you didn’t for all those years because you had everything you needed when Jimin was around. But now.. you two didn’t talk nearly as much as you had before.

His time was now filled with Li-Ah. His time... and his heart.

The first time he cancelled on you, it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he didn’t do it before, considering his schedule.

But the more and more it happened just so he could hang out with her.. it started to sting.

What stung the most was when he forget your “anniversary” of friendship that you two had made up as kids. And that was the first time you shed tears for Park Jimin. Little did you know that it wouldn’t be the last.

In the meantime, you filled your time with the others. The boys still invited you over, even if Jimin wasn’t there. And in that time, Taehyung vowed that he was now your best friend since your actual one was doing a shitty job of proving it.

“I know I said I wouldn’t bother you about it again, but are you sure you don’t have feelings for him, Y/n? I can tell him not being around is bothering you...” Taehyung asks one night when the rest of the boys had gone to sleep.

“I’m not sure anymore Taehyung, I’m not sure” you say, beginning to cry again. That was the first night that Taehyung comforted you as you cried. Little did he know it also wouldn’t be the last.

One morning you woke up to someone calling you first thing in the morning. You reached for your phone, somewhere under your pillows and sheets and immediately sat up when you realized it was Jimin.

“Hey good morning!” you say, a little too excited.

“Good morning sleepyhead. Are you busy today? I realized we haven’t had any us time recently and I want to make up for that!” he says, which put a smile on your face a little too quickly.

“I always have time for you, Jimin” You say, giggling. “I’ll be ready in half an hour, ok?” you say.

“Sure, I’ll pick you up then. See you then dummy”

“See you then, dork” you say, hanging up.

The two of you spent the entire day doing all the things you loved doing- eating, people watching, shopping, and going to the arcade. It was the most fun you had in the longest time and you realized just how much you missed him,

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around recently” Jimin says on the way to drop you off.

“It’s ok. You know I understand” You say.

“I would never break our promise, you know that right?” He asks. And that’s all it took for your heart to swell.

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t either” You say, smiling.

you were in love with your best friend.

Though Jimin had said he’d make time for you, not much really changed. Li-ah still took up most of his time, not that you could blame her. But it really took a toll on your feelings. You were feeling worse and worse as each day passed and you just missed him. It didn’t help when you realized your feelings for him and now you were suffering even more than before.

But life moved on. Taehyung had stopped by more and more after you confessed your feelings for Jimin to him. You didn’t mean to, you were drunk and a mess, but it happened nontheless. It was later that night when you passed out that he silently confessed his feelings for you too.

Taehyung didn’t know himself when he caught feelings for you. But it made him understand something- because you probably didn’t know when you fell for Jimin either. It was hard, seeing the girl you like pine over your best friend. He didn’t know what hurt more- the fact that you didn’t know about Taehyung’s suffering or that Jimin didn’t know about yours. It hurt to see you in pain, so for now Taehyung put his feelings aside. For when the time is right he kept repeating to himself.

One day, Taehyung texted you out of the blue for an impromptu movie night. You sighed, not knowing whether or not to indulge in a movie night when it was clearly your thing with Jimin, but then again you couldn’t remember the last time you had one.

You made your way over to the dorm sluggishly, not having the energy and excitement as you once had when visiting the dorms. You let Taehyung know you were here when you got to the lobby through text and he had opened the door for you before you even had the chance to knock.

“Hey there squirt” he said with such a warm smile.

“We’re the same age why do you even call me that” you giggle.

“Because...you’re a squirt. My squirt” he says as if it common sense.

As you entered the dorm, most of the lights were out, confusing you. That is, till you laid eyes in the living room where two figures were illuminated sitting on the couch due to the light from the TV. There sat Jimin and Li-ah, cuddling and having a movie night.

Now, you had never seen the alone together. You were respectful of their space and never tried to barge into to either of their time unless invited...which was never. So this? This stung. You could feel your heart tighten, as all your feelings overwhelmed you.

“Oh hey Y/n!” Jimin said, finally noticing you.

“Hey Jimin.. Hey Li-ah” you say, acknowledging the girl who took away the most important person away from you. You knew that was unreasonable. It’s not like she stole him since those two genuinely hit it off. But still... you wished that was you laying on his chest instead of her.

“Hey” she simply said. Li-ah was a smart girl, or intuitive rather. She knew she didn’t trust you when you said you had no feelings for Jimin. She knew before you did of your own feelings for your best friend. So she did what she thought was the most reasonable thing in her book- she avoided you.

She didn’t call you much or text you after getting together with Jimin. You thought it was because she was busy with her new relationship but it was actually because she didn’t want you around Jimin in case you had suddenly realized your feelings for him. Or worse- he might realize he has feelings for you.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin asked, making you feel small for some reason.

“Oh I invited her over. We’re just going to watch a movie or something in my room. Jungkook was bored” Taehyung said, silently hoping Jungkook found something better to do.

“Oh, ok have fun!” Jimin said, turning back to the movie. For some reason, that broke a tiny piece of your heart off. Sure, it might seem dramatic but Movie night was held... sacred by you and Jimin... or so you thought. SInce you were kids, you only watched movies with him and vice versa. You didn’t let anyone join your movie nights and took weeks or even months of pleading before he allowed a few of the members join during your movie nights.

You pushed your thoughts aside, telling yourself you were just being dramatic, that it was no big deal. You smiled, even though they probably couldn’t see in the dark, and allowed Taehyung to lead you to his room.

He put on some movie, with Jungkook joining a few minutes later much to his dismay, and you watched the movie in silence. It was a comedy, a genre all three of you enjoyed, and yet your laugh wasn’t as loud as it used to be. This didn’t go unnoticed by him, and so you completely missed when his laugh wasn’t as loud too.

Jungkook.... well he was just oblivious and continued to watch the movie.

If there was anything that you knew, it was that life moved on. See, you thought that your friendship was as strong as steel. Nothing could break it or cause you and Jimin to drift away. Not moving away as kids, not university, not even him being in one of the biggest bands in the world. No, nothing could. Not even Li-ah.

But what you weren’t expecting was... your health.

Cancer.

You knew, you weren’t in the best condition recently, but you blamed it on heartbreak. You blamed any discomfort on your heartbreak until you had enough of feeling down. You went to the doctor for a yearly checkup when your doctor felt a slight bump on the base of your neck. It was small, she said. You didn’t even notice it yourself.

Soon after, a biopsy was performed, and you didn’t tell anyone- not your family, not your friends, and especially not Jimin. Why worry before you have to worry, right?

But the agony of waiting was getting to you. It would take about another 3 days before you had the result, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was funny, you thought. At least now you had something to take your mind off of Jimin.

So, what better way than to pass time with movies? You had invited Taehyung over the next night for a full day movie marathon, silently thanking the stars that the boys were on break and that you could spend this much time with him. Taehyung on the other had almost jumped for joy when he saw your text.

You forced yourself to place 100% of your focus on the movies to distract yourself from the intenal clock you had set for tomorrow’s call from the doctor. What you weren’t expecting though, was that the call would come early.

In the middle of The Sound of Music (whcih Taehyung had picked out), when the Von Trapp children were singing one of Taehyung’s favorite songs, you saw your phone light up with the doctor’s office name.

You quickly grabbed the phone and went to the other corner of your living room, which in hind sight you should have gone somewhere more private. But the doctor confirmed what you were dreading, yet already knew in the back of your head. You had cancer.

You dropped the phone after you managed to hang up, and dropped to your knees sobbing. Taehyung was by your side the next instant, and when you broke the news to him between your sobs, he too cried with you that night.

It took a few hours for you to calm down, at least to a point where you could think a little bit more rationally. “You can’t tell him” you say, first.

Taehyung turned to you in shock. How could you think of him at a time like this. “Y/n...” he said.

“No. I don’t want him to know” you say firmly. “Listen Tae, I know, it sounds bad. But I’m not going to die ok? There’s a 97% survival rate if I go through treatment now since it’s at such a early stage. At least, that’s what the doctor explained over the phone. They caught it early, I’m so glad. I’ll be ok” you say.

“But you need him by your side. You need your best friend through this” he pleads. He knew then, that he could never take over Jimin’s place in your heart.

“I need him to not worry, ok? I’m already sad that you had to find out, I wasn’t supposed to get the call till tomorrow. But please, I’m begging you, don’t tell him” you say, pleading with Taehyung.

“If thats what you truly wish..” Taehyung says, wrapping you in his arms for a tight hug. He never wanted to let go.

Just because the doctors caught the cancer early didn’t mean that treatment was going to be a breeze. It was still intense. Your doctor laid out a six month treatment plan for you and so far, it seemd very doable. But he warned you of how draining it could be. You had to come in once every 2 weeks for chemo, so you were determined to not let this derail your life.

The only people you told were the people who absolutely had to know- your work and your family. They were so supportive, with your mom even offering to move in with you for the time being. While you were so tempted, you decided that her life too, was to move on as it should.

During this time, Jimin had texted you once, asking if you wanted to catch up over dinner. You had to say no, because treatment was that night.

The next time he offered, you felt too sick after treatment to even get out of bed.

What really took it over the top though was when you felt too sick when it was Jimin’s birthday. He texted you, saying you better be there since he hadn’t seen you in so long, and you promised you’d be there. But when the day came, you just couldn’t. It was like your body hated you and decided to give up on one of the most important day of the year. But the symptoms from chemo was getting to you especially bad that day, and you plopped onto bed, letting Taehyung know that you couldn’t make it.

You fell asleep before you got his response.

Taehyung saw your message late in the afternoon, when everyone was beginning to get ready for the party. He texted you, asking if you were ok, to which you would usually respond with a sarcastic comment.

But hours passed and he hadn’t heard from you.

Jimin on the other hand was furious when Taehyung said you couldn’t make it. Taehyung had a pretty stupid excuse, saying you suddenly had a work emergency. Why couldn’t you just call and tell him yourself? why the hell didn’t you want to see him? What was so bad that you couldn’t make it to his birthday?

Jimin’s mood was a little down for the party, but he soon started to enjoy the party and forget the dull pain from you not coming. Until, he saw his other best friend, leave the party too. He could tell Taehyung seemed out of it, he kept checking his phone.

But then, all of a sudden, he just left after Jimin cut a cake that was too big.

Taehyung still hadn’t heard from you and decided to rush over to your place, in case something had happened. He beat himself up for not leaving sooner.

He pounded on your door, silently praying for you to open the door. Thankfully, you did open the door, although much slower than he would have liked.

“Thank god you’re ok, why didn’t you answer your phone?” He scolded, embracing you immediately.

“I’m sorry Tae... I fell asleep, I was so tired” you say, slowly.

“I’m just glad you’re ok...”

The next day after the party, Jimin woke up with Li-ah sleeping sound asleep next to him. He smiled, getting out of bed only to be met with Hoseok standing outside in the kitchen making some coffee of his own.

“Wow, last night was pretty crazy Hyung, my head hurts like crazy” said Jimin, grabbing a cup from the shelf.

“Don’t talk so loud...” Hoseok said, swatting the younger one away.

“Is everyone still sleeping?” Jimin asked, a little quieter.

“Jungkook went to work out. He said after eating everything last night he really looked like a rabbit. I think Tae is at Y/n’s. I haven’t seen him since last night. What’s up with those two, are they a thing now?” Hoseok asks, plopping himself down on the chair.

“Taehyung... is with Y/n? He left the party to go to see Y/n?” Jimin asks, not realizing he said it out loud.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just know he didn’t come back last night. And he sent a snap this morning from what I assumed was her place...” hoseok said, missing the way Jimin’s face immediately turned red from anger.

Just then, the door opened the Taehyung walked through the door, looking tired himself. He was still in the clothes from the party, only sparking more doubt within his members.

“You seemed to have a fun night” Hoseok winked.

“Where did you run off to?” Jimin sneered.

“I’m going to go sleep” Taehyung said simply.

“I asked you a question” Jimin said, more forcefully.

“And as you can see, I ignored it” Taehyung said, glaring at the boy before slamming the door shut to his own room.

It didn’t take much longer after that before Jimin changed and rushed out of the dorm in pure anger.

You heard someone pounding on the door again, and you assumed it was Taehyung again. Had he forgotten something? Before even thinking you open the door. “Tae, did you fo-” but you were cut off when Jimin walked right it, pushing your shoulder harshly while passing by. You rubbed at your shoulder in shock, but also in pain from your sore body.

“You want to explain to me what the hell is going on?” Jimin asked, finally turning to you. If only he wasn’t so mad, he would have seen all the changes in you.

“Hi to you to..” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

“Really? What the fuck Y/n?” Jimin says, panting from anger. “Where the hell have you been?” he says.

“I’ve been busy, Chim...” you say, knowing it sounded stupid the second it left your lips.

“really? Busy? Too busy for come see me? Too busy on my fucking birthday? Is that all that’s left for us now?” he asks.

“I- I wanted to be there Chim, you have to know that, right?” you asked slowly. You were still rubbing at your shoulder, knowing you were going to bruise easily.

“That’s bullshit and you know it Y/n. You wanted to be there? Then you could have been. You were busy? Don’t fucking lie! You had Taehyung over! Are you two together? Are you both fucking, is that what this is?” Jimin sneers.

“No, Jimin you don’t understand!” You say, not liking where this was going one bit.

“I don’t? Then please enlighten me. What happened to not breaking our promise, huh?” Jimin asked, getting angrier by the second. You hated when he got mad, especially at you, but this was the worst you’ve ever seen it.

“I- I-” You stutter.

“You don’t even have an excuse! You know what, if you don’t want to try, then neither do I. Just know, I’m not the one who broke the promise, It. Was. You.” Jimin says before making his way back out of your apartment.

“Jimin please..” You whimper.

“save it” Jimin says, slamming the door shut.

Jimin pulled his mask up before entering the garage to your apartment. He knew probably no one would be there, but still he didn’t want to take a chance. As soon as he reached the car though, he saw a familiar figure pull up just a few spaces down. Out popped Taehyung, with a bag with what he assumed was food.

“Back for seconds?” Jimin asked, sarcasm dripping with each word like venom.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked, shocked. He had promised you he’d be back as soon as he showered and grabbed some food.

“Why do you care? Oh that’s right, I forgot you two don’t care about anyone else but yourselves. Have fun with her, see if I care” Jimin says as he makes the final steps to his car. Just as he’s about to open his car door, he’s turned around and shoved into his own car.

“What the hell did you say to her” Taehyung asked. Jimin gulped for a second, never seeing his friend so angry at him before. But in that moment, Jimin was just as angry as he was.

“You know, you two deserve eachother. I can’t believe the two of you” Jimin says, pushing Taehyung off of him and stared him down. Taehyung simply shook his head and jolted to the elevator, looking panicked.

Jimin scoffed, finally getting into this car and driving off. He knew he probably shouldn’t be driving in this stage, so he pulled over in the very next street. trying to calm himself down. Thankfully, he had tinted windows and he could sit there in peace. Or at least try to.

After a couple of minutes of just sitting there, Li-ah called. “Hey babe, where are you?” she asked.

“Oh.. I just came out to get some food. You called just in time, what do you want babe?” he asked, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just have a big fight with both you and Taehyung.

“Hm.. can you get me that avocado toast from that one place we go to?” she asked. As she was talking, he could hear sirens getting closer and closer, until they stopped.

“You said avocado toast? Sorry, I can’t really hear with the sirents. but sure babe, I’ll see you in a bit” Jimin says, hanging up. He feels his pocked for his wallet, only to find nothing. He swore he brought it, he always did. He did a quick search of his car, only to find nothing. Maybe it fell out when Taehyung had pushed him? Sighing, Jimin turned the car back around to the garage of your apartment complex.

Luckily, the spot he was in was still open and his wallet in fact had fallen out when Jimin stepped out. “Stupid Taehyung” he muttered.

Jimin was about to step back into the car when he saw the ambulance parked by the entrance to your apartment. There was a paramedic standing by the elevator and Jimin watched on with curiousity.

He didn’t know why he stayed, what pulled him to stay there when he should have been on his way to get some stupid toast, but when the elevator doors opened the the gurney had come out, it was as if time stopped.

His legs took over before his mind processed what he had saw. Before he knew it, he was already at your side, laying unconscious on top of the gurney, with Taehyung on the other side looking scared and panicked.

“y/n.. Y/n.. what happened?” Jimin said, finally, helping the paramedics get the gurney through the door.

“Sir, i’m going to need you to step aside please” the paramedic said, trying to get you to the hospital soon. “Mr. Kim, will you be riding with us?” the same paramedic asked as he turned to Taehyung.

“Yes of course” Taehyung said.

“Taehyung what happened, please” Jimin pleased. “What happened to her? Is..is it because of me?” Jimin asked, tears forming in his eyes at the sight of you laying there.

“YES” Taehyung yelled. “YOU ARE SO FULL OF IT THAT YOU COULDN’T EVEN SEE YOUR SO CALLED BEST FRIEND SUFFER THIS WHOLE TIME. NOT WHEN SHE SO CLEARLY HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU. AND NOT NOW WHEN SHES SICK WITH CANCER” Taehyung yelled before pushing Jimin away getting into the ambulance and closing the door shut.

Jimin stood there, watching as the ambulance pulled out of the garage, absolutely speechless. Breathless.

A/N: do y’all even remember who I am omg. I’m so sorry for not posting for so long, and I’m even more sorry that I didn’t post one of the other parts of the series first. But I just felt like writing this. Let me know if know if you want one with Jimin’s POV and an ending to this. If not, I’m just going to leave it at this... :D

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thisonesforfanfic · 4 years

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Light in the Dark (5/?)

Bucky x Reader

A/N: Still not sure if I have to put any warnings, please tell me if you think any are needed :)

Summary: The boys come back from the war for a while, and Bucky takes you on a date

Word Count: 2.3 k

You were eager to see them again. Steve and Bucky had been gone for a while now, and you missed them like crazy. Yeah, sure, it's not like you knew them your whole life, but they had been so good to you ever since the moment you met them, ever since their last visit, you'd get at least a telegram or letter a week from them, always checking on you or secretly letting you know if they weren't going to be able to send anything for a while. And at those moments, your heart ached, though you tried to send them cheerful and happy letters back, everytime.

You could feel your heart pounding on your throat as the train arrived at the station, your glance running through every single window, looking for a sign of the men's blue eyes.

"Y/N!" Your eyes filled with tears of joy as you saw Bucky and Steve rushing towards you

"Thank God!" you let out with relief, jumping into Bucky's open arms. He spins you around in joy, finally listening to your sweet laugh again

"I missed you so much doll" he put you down and hugged you tight, burrying his face on your shoulder, breathing in your scent

"Me too, Bucky" you pulled away to embrace Steve "And you too Steve!" your cheeks were hurting as you couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear "I actually can't believe my eyes right now"

"Well, you should" Steve chuckled "Because someone couldn't shut up about that reward you promised for the whole trip, right Buck?"

"Shut up, punk" You let go of Steve to see the red taking over Bucky's cheeks, letting a loud laugh escape through the smile

"No, no, please, tell me about the supposedly heroic act!" you were practically skipping in place with your hands joined together, jokingly pleading to Steve

"Best thing I can remember is him not hitting on any nurses" Bucky sent him a bothered look

"Punk" He let out under his breath, then turned to you "Doesn't 'going to war' count in on itself?"

"You remember I said 'maybe', right James?" His eyebrows frowned as if he was a puppy that had just fallen of a moving car "What kind of girl do you take me for?" you put your hands on your waist. Bucky's whole face was bright red, and you bursted into laughter

"Haha" Bucky took a minute to get your joking manner, and it made the situation even funnier for you and Steve, who could barely breath

"You'll have to at least buy me a drink first" you winked

"Let's go, pair of clowns" shaking his head, he started walking away with his bag, while Steve put his arms around your shoulder as you followed Bucky.

Steve stayed by your side, and Bucky was a few steps ahead, but still listening to Steve as he told you about their missions. As you got to your apartment, Bucky finally faced you, with a serious expression

"I'll be here at seven" then, he turned away

"What bit him on the way back?" you looked up at Steve to see him shrugging his shoulders

"I guess you'll find out at seven" once your door was unlocked, he then held you again for a moment "See you tomorrow doll?"

"I will need help from someone who doesn't get drunk" Steve shook his head with a chuckle

"Alright then... Had I known I would become a sitter everytime we go to a bar, I would've had second thoughts about the whole serum experience"

6:30

Twirling in front of the mirror, you were second guessing the third dress you had tried on before the date. None of them seemed to be the perfect one, and it was getting closer and closer to the hour. Your last hope was the emerald green one, hanging in the back of the closet, you hesitantly grabbed the hanger and took a good look at it. It was off-shoulder, tea-lenght with a pleaded skirt "here goes nothing" you slipped into it and looked in the mirror again.

The green in contrast with your skin was gorgeous, you couldn't even believe your eyes. It was perfect, you didn't remember it fitting you so flawlessly, the stripes hanging just below the shoulder, your hips comfortably fitted, and the flowing skirt beneath it. You didn't put much make up on, and pulled part of your hair back on a neat half bun at the back of your head

Almost instantly after you finished getting ready, you heard the door and ran downstairs. You opened it to see an extremely well dressed Bucky, on an Oxford blue suit, holding a bouquet of pink heather flowers on his hands. You thanked yourself for not putting any rouge on, since your cheeks were naturally blushed with the sight of him

"You're early" Smiling at him

"And you are stunning" he handed you the flowers with a wink. You forgot you had told him about them. Heather flowers were your favourite, small and with a sutil, soothing scent. "Shall we go, doll?" he offered his hand for you to hold

"Let me just put these in water, come on in for a second" climbing up the steps with Bucky right behind you "So... What are we doing tonight?" the only sound was the tap running as you filled a vase with water. You started wondering if you said something that bothered him "You know... you were acting so strange on the way back from the station, did I say-"

"It's a surprise doll" He cut you off before you could start blaming yourself for the jokes you had made, with a smirk on his face "Now, can we go?"

You looped your arm on his as he lead you through the streets, guiding you to the carnival.

"Really? I didn't take you for a man who liked these" you looked at Bucky with one eyebrow arched, he shrugged as he glanced at the booths "Bet you never won a thing for any of the ladies you brought here" you laughed as his arms tensed when you mentioned other girls

"Don't worry James" you were a proud smile on your face as you walked to a booth "I'll win you one"

"There's no way, this whole thing is rigged" he said as he stopped you from reaching into your purse "And also, you are not spending a cent tonight" paying the man himself, then handing you three tiny sandbags

"Watch and learn, Barnes" the cans all fell on the first strike, along with Bucky's jaw "Which one do you want, doll?" smirking shamelessly

He was laughing, still in disbelief as you handed him the stuffed bear with a bright red bow.

"I can't believe you did that" he put his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer as you walked through the carnival

You played some more, laughing with eachother and rode the carrousel before leaving to get some dinner. After that, you headed back to your bar, it was meant to be closed today, so it was just you and Bucky.

You sat side by side at the counter, pouring out of a special whisky bottle into two glasses, you caught Bucky's stare "what?" you asked while closing the bottle

"I love you" his words left his mouth before he could stop them, fear immediatly showing through his eyes "I mean- I-" before he could continue, you put your hands on his face, pulling him closer, and let your lips clash onto his.

He was hesitant for a second, then realizing what was happening, Bucky held you closer by the waist, the warmth and sweetness of your lips dominated him, he kissed you back passionately, his tongue taking control of yours before you pulled away to catch your breath. Resting your forehead on his, you stared into his eyes, he was confused, waiting for a verbal response

You were lost for words, you loved that man, Bucky was everything you wanted, but you were afraid, you didn't know what to say, how to say it. He pulled back to look at you properly

"Y/N, I didn't mean to startle you" he began, scratching the back of his head "I have never felt this way before... That is, you are different- special"

"You don't know what you are talking about James" you were shocked by the fact he wanted you "You can have any girl you want, why me?" you took a gulp of the whisky and then he smiled

"That's why" you looked down at your glass and then back at him, with one eyebrow arched

"Because I give you good scotch?" he chuckled at your disbelief

"Because you are confident, proud of who you are, as smart as they come" you blushed at his speech "extremely beautiful, knows how to throw a punch, independent... But, most of all-" he let his face get closer to yours "you are one of the most uplifting spirits I have ever met. And no one, not even Steve, can make me laugh like you can"

"Bucky, I-" you looked down, avoiding his eyes as you felt your face burning

"The way my name sounds in your voice, how you are always willing to help anyone in need, the way you drink like a sailor" he chuckled as you put your glass down, feeling a little embarassed "I can list everything that's great abut you all night. You are everything I want Y/N.... Give me a chance"

"I don't know what to say, I.." you finally looked up at him, with hope and fear mixed in his eyes "Bucky, I wanted you ever since that first night" he lit up "I was kind of trying to get rid of you when I asked you to help me, I'd never thought you would actually help. I knew right at that moment the man you were, and..." You paused, sipping on the glass while trying to find the words, Bucky rested his hands on your knees "What I'm trying to say is... I think your are special to me too"

"Is that all?" He taunted you, raising an eyebrow "I feel like that kiss had a little more than just 'you're special"

"I can't really think straight when all my blood is flowing to my face" you shrugged with a smile "I don't think I can put in words everything I feel for you" you could feel the tears coming "You helped me in one of the most difficult moments in my life, and I don't think I can ever repay you- You are all I want"

He couldn't hold back any longer, as he saw the tears trying to escape from your eyes, Bucky leaned in, letting lips brush yours softly, just long enough to soothe you, slowly his lips travel through your skin, until he found your neck. The nibbling on your skin made a quiet moan leave your mouth, and you let your hand travel over his suit, desperate to feel more of him.

"We should go" your voice was breathy, Bucky's eyes were immeadiatly on yours

"Did I- do something wrong?" he sounded worried, afraid he had crossed a line, moving too far

"No, I mean-" you handed him the glasses and grabbed the bottle, getting up and heading for the door "We should go" turning to him and pointing at the celing. Your apartment

Quiclky locking the entrance and practically running to your door, Bucky's hands were on you again before you could finish turning the lock on the inside. You wrap yourself around him as he lifted you up, heading up the stairs, this time, your face burried on his neck, kissing every inch of it, making your way up to his ear, letting your tongue trace it carefully before whispering

"I love you too, Bucky"

He put you down for a second when you reached the living room, putting the glasses and bottle on the table. Bucky stood there watching you bite your lower lip, curious to know what his next move was going to be.

He took a deep breath, and wrapped his arms around you. No kiss, just his lustful glance locked on yours.

"I don't want you to regret this, doll" he paused, looking for any signs of hesitation

"I won't James" your lips softly toched his "I want you, I've wanted you for quite a while now... The only thing I could ever regret is letting this moment go to waste" his smile widened, then kissed you softly, the slow movements picking up the pace as the kiss grew more passionate and more heated.

Leading him to your bedroom, not letting your lips part, you let him have all of you. That night, you were his, and he was finally yours.

In the morning, none of you dared to move, you rested your head on Bucky's bare chest, listening to his heartbeat, while he stroked your hair gently. Comfort you both had been aching for, finally fulfilled.

About half an hour of serene silence, Bucky asked if you wanted to eat something, offering to make breakfast

"Well aren't you a keeper, James" he groaned at his name, making you giggle "If you make me breakfast every day, I may start using 'Bucky' more often"

"You seemed quite comfortable saying it again and again last night" he scoffed "And also, what kind of man do you take me for?" mimicking the face you had made yesterday

"In that case" you jumped off the bed, grabbing a ring from your nightstand and getting down on one knee "James Buchanan Bucky Barnes, will you do me the honor of making me breakfast everyday" barely holding back the laughter beneath your smile

"No way! That'd be my question to ask" he sat on the bed, crossing his arms and frowning. You stood up chuckling and sat on his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck

"I'm pretty sure you lost that spot when I was the one to win you that teddy bear" your smirk was interrupted by Bucky's lips, roughly pressing against yours

"Then I'll get it back, right now" his whisper against your lips was followed by him grabbing and throwing you back in bed, his body hovering over yours

"I suppose breakfast can wait"

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pidgeonspen · 4 years

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A decade of friends - in no order, here’s to all the amazing people in my life old and new!

@shinkumancer : I remember following your work waaay back in the Archie Comic days. I had always been too shy to approach you, but I loved your work. I still remember so much of your Egg Boss art and it’s insane how far you’ve come. You’re still one of the sweetest, kindest people I know and I always enjoy the little drawpile sessions we have!

@zlatis-art : We haven’t been friends for very long - it’s roughly been a year, now, but it feels like we’ve been friends longer. Something just... clicked when we met, and god I came on strong looking back! I don’t regret it tho - taking the plunge and letting you into my life was such a good call. You’re super patient and you strive so hard to treat everyone fairly and give people so much love. You’ve come such a long way with both your OCs and your art, and our calls are always so much fun!

@sege-h : Would you believe I actually don’t remember exactly how we met...? I know it had something to do with the Sonic RPC iirc. But you’ve always been such a wonderful source of optimism and joy, and I love our talks! You’ve always been so supportive of me and I don’t know how to thank you for it?? I need to draw Storm and Carey doing more shenannigans when I get better!

@rainingautumn : I also don’t recall how, other than vague recollections of the Sonic RPC I think. I feel like I learned so much from you - you’ve provided me with different perspectives, which really helped me open my eyes to a lot of things. You’ve always been such a warm, positive presence while still standing firm and speaking up for yourself, which is so hard to do. I love your little messages, even if I don’t always know how to respond to them!

@boy-of-silence : You’re legit one of my oldest friends around and looking back on where we started it’s honestly kind of insane? We met on dA and we were practically babies like??? It’s insane, I remember so much and it all blurs together like mad, but we’ve always just sorta stuck by each other and I’m always so happy to see you on my dash. You got me into Homestuck, and you made me curious about Bioshock (I still need to finish Infinite), and I still remember the little art collabs we used to do...! I got nothing but good memories!

@kismeti : We don’t talk much, but I’m hoping to change that soon! I love your work, and you’ve put so much into your OCs. Seeing you tweet about petsites makes me think about Neopets and I age 500 years every time,, You honestly seem so sweet and kind and I can’t wait to see what more you’re gonna share with us in the new year!

@fini-mun : I don’t talk with you as much as I should (purely because I’m shy as all get out) but you’ve honestly been such an inspiration to me. You’re so incredibly kind and patient -- I still have that doodle you sent me while I had been down in the dumps. I remember I found you so intimidating when I first met you on dA, when I first tried to commission you -- and watching you grow as an artist and getting to know you has been so great! You don’t know how much I smiled that night when I expressed how I knew nothing about BatIM and you up and streamed the entire game live. I know we were both excited to play FO76 together and that was a let down for like, the entire fandom. But we should definately hang sometime and do stuff! Give your ratties my love!!

@oddpastrys : JAAADE,,, I vaguely remember meeting you in one of Kaden’s streams,, and then in Joan’s weird campaign. You’ve always been such a fun, energetic person and you always bring the best jokes. Deadass, watching RWBY with you both ruined it and enhanced it. You’re so much fun to be around and you always work so hard to cheer everyone up and please everyone, and we don’t say thank you often enough - I don’t thank you often enough. You’re so sweet and fun to be around and I’m 100% not sorry about all the horrible, horrible things I’ve made you see.

@calderscauldron : Kaden!!! You’re another one of my oldest friends, and it’ll never be wild to me how insanely lucky it was that I happened to move to the same state as you. I remember when we were dumb kids on dA, and how you used to joke about kidnapping me -- and how my first thought when getting to Texas was “I should see where this guy lives and meet up!” sjkfdjkfs It’s been a helluva ride and I don’t regret it. We had our bumps and fallouts but we’ve always worked through it all -- and your art has come such a long way. You’re always so sweet and so much fun to be around. You deserve so many nice things and I can’t thank you enough for sticking by my dumb ass for so long!

@haunted-pixel : Yet another decade-old friendship! Bronwyn it’s been such a fucking wild ride. I still remember your old OCs from back in the day; I remember our gryphon friend group, and our lizard group and screaming about digimon, I remember getting really into Kimba/Jungle Emperor Leo cos of you and your OCs, I remember all the drawings of Z and Miki. I remember Nuki and the others. It’s been such a long time and so much has changed around us both. We don’t talk as much anymore but I’m always thrilled when we do hit eachother up on twitter!! I seriously gotta draw more Carey x Zanity sometime. You’ve also just, improved so much as an artist and branched out so much?? Your plushies and your fursuits are absolutely amazing and I can’t believe how far you’ve come! I also still have the sketches you and your sister did for me when I was technically homeless and stuck in the hospital and I’ll always treasure them - and the Nack you made for me is still sitting cozy on my shelf, along with the yeen and Sonic you sent!

@nuttyrabbit : My absolute best friend!!! And probably most unexpected friend! I remember seeing your posts in the Archie Sonic tag way back when, and how my asshole ex used to rant about how she hated you for w/e reason. I used to be so intimidated by you because you told it how it is, and I respected your opinion so I was always lowkey afraid you thought I was stupid and hated my ideas/OCs. But even before we got close, you stuck your neck out for me when things got bad between my ex and me. And in 2018, we finally just started to click with our OC stuff. Lady Luck became a huge comfort dynamic for the both of us. You always argue against it but I still say you’re one of the kindest people I know. You always try to look out for me and find ways to lend a hand when things get tough, you’re always trying to help me when I’m down and you go out of your way to cheer me up and I can’t thank you enough. Meeting you at RTX this year was incredible. Thank you so much for being you. <3

@finitevus : We don’t talk much but I can’t not add you!!! You’ve been so kind and supportive to me, and artistically you’ve always been such a big inspiration. I love your character designs and your writing is so so good, and you always strive to be so positive and warm to others and I promise I’m not ignoring you when you reach out; I’m just very shy and dumb ankjdjkfs I need to,,, say hello on discord sometime. And draw you many things!

@lightdax : You’re always a whole lot of fun and I refuse to apologize for your eyes with half the shit you’ve been exposed to by proxy. You’ve always been really sweet and you’ve really been pushing to improve this past year and it shows! Take time off your mayoral duties for the town of Cuckoldia and put up your OC bios tho! @nvllspace : I,, gotta tag ur RP blog cos IDK ur personal but JACKKIIEE. You’re so sweet and fun and your art is always such a treat. You came through with helping me realize just how toxic a certain person I needed to cut out of my life was, and you’ve always been so kind and supportive. You’re always a blast in our calls and I love your AUs so much! Also you need to stop having so many gorgeous characters cos holy shit,,,

@frecklefacefromouterspace : Nixe! You’re usually busy these days but whenever we do catch you it’s always fun. If it wasn’t for your old server, the current server wouldn’t have even existed and you brought us all together! You’re always so sweet and bubbly and you have one of the cutest, most distinct styles I know.

And to all my other mutuals - thank you all so much for sticking by me! I’m having difficulty typing now so I’m sorry I couldn’t get to everyone but sincerely: thank you, all of you, for making these past years such an amazing ride. I’ve learned so much from each of you and I can’t wait to see what’s in store for 2020!

#I'M SAPPY SO SUE ME #<3

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relatablemormonmoments · 5 years

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October 2019 Saturday Session Notes

Morning

Jeffrey R. Holland

Anonymous women and men identify Christ as reason for clamor

Find Jesus at center of it all

Our faith can be overwhelming

Love of heavenly PARENTS

Recieve your sight, your faith has healed you

Skeptics and faithful still contend

Faith and service

Terrence M. Vinsen

Build the lord's temple instead of staying in our safe houses

Earneth wages to put in a bag with holes (oooo graphics)

Less wifi and more Nephi

We shouldn't let the gospel be an added extra or just go to church 2 hours on Sundays. Church is extended 6 more days a week

Fair Dinkum->being commited

If we think things will be easy we will lose

Parable of the Fat Lip and Broken Jaw -> resulted in giving our all

Giving our all =/= blessings and success, Giving our all=Happiness

When he falls he shall rise again

Never waivered in faith and goodness, but deeply hirt for a long time

Wound expanding over our hearts

Pain in heart = Pain in soul, If we go to God it can be taken away

What should I do ghat I may have eternal life, that I shall return to God?

Prepare to give up all we have

Consider your ways

I hope this guy becomes an apostle 😍😍😍

Stephen W. Owen

Cellphone intentions quickly become distractions

Missed scripture study and subsequently the blessing and spiritual healing that comes with it

24 gour news cycle = bad

We must learn to recieve revelation

Herd of deer trapped outside of habitat-could starve. Deer can't eat well meaning hay -> starve to death with stomachs full

Spiritual nourishment is not trending on social media

Pride of world causes us to abandon church

Motions of spirituality do not mean true conversion

We need to be faithful, not faithless

Home centered church helps us thrive in days of spiritual malnutrition

Master of distraction, author of procrastination = Satan

Children need more of your time, not less

Curriculum for meetings is being adjusted

Moved to new neighborhood at age 14-> feels like tragedy

Parents, let youth know they are not alone as they walk

Your influence might be the church support that that young person needs.

D. Todd Christoffersen

We can feel joy regardless of what is happening or what's not happening in our lives

Those who serve God and are chaste are more joyful than those who are only obedient

Recieving the gospel makes us feel like a free bird

Be of good cheer

Joy of returning to geaven

Bring light, relief, and happiness ro our brothers and sisters

Michelle Craig

How can I tell when God is trying to tell me something?

Be intentional about creating time and space to hear God's voice

Imagine what would happen if we were as intent in staying connected to heaven as we were to staying connected to wifi

Lord can use your ordinary skills to accomplish his extraordinary work

Dale G. Renlund

New but unwavering commitment to Jesus Christ

Unchanging fidelity to God

MY ARCHAEOLOGIST BRAIN ISNT HAPPY WITH THE IDEA OF THROWING THE ITEMS RELATED TO OUR OLD IDENTITIES AWAY AND COMPLETELY DESTROYING IT

Begin new life in Christ

Spiritual sneeze, faithful flu- doesnt work

Recieve Christ's image more fully.

Constant flow of Faith

"Isn't this the truth that we have heard"

Anchor yourself to the Savior

Oaks

No.

Afternoon

David A. Bednar

Yesss its my boy

Camoflauged cro odiles -> Satan vs. Youth (Packer)

Cheetahs, fastest accelerating mammals on earth

Cheetahs stalk Topies while working in tandem to hunt them.

Alternating pattern to dostract and decieve the Topies and keep them from knowing there was any danger

Older Topies watching give warning and Topies escape.

Cheetahs still pursue, restless.

Beware of evil's beguiling disguises

Restored Gospel light in our lives

Stay awake and be alert

Don't be complacent or careless

A cheetah is a predator, Satan is the enemy of Righteousness

PLAN OF HAPPINESS Provides direction and enduring joy to God's Children

Lucifer seeks to frustrate our progression via misusing our bodies

Powerful parables are obtained from our daily lives

Ruben V. Alliad

Jesus is the Lord of Lost Things, he loves Lost Things

200 copies of the book of mormon in one room

"And when ye shall recieve these things..."

Pray about book of mormon and you WILL know that its true

Found directly through power of BOM

Think hard and answer honestly, follow up on baptism promises

Diligently seek the BOM

Holy Ghost confirms our knowlege

Russell M. Nelson

Youth Battalion

(If any of you saw my previous post this talk is what tipped my Grandmother off about Hitler's Youth)

Quentin L. Cook

Smartphones = bad

Youth must be the focus of Bishops and other leaders

Youth have more personal responsibility at you bf er and younger ages now

Announcements do not limit bishoos responsibility over Young Women

Young Women leader is besf for meeting the needs of Young Women

YOUNG MEN PRESIDENCIES NO MORE

Ward youth council, mutual is retired

Mark L. Pace

God loves us

70 steel piles provide firm foundation

Increase faith in Jesus Christ and his Atonement

Adversaries increasing attacks on our faith

Come follow me a chance to bear testimony and learn differently

Consistent Effort throughout the week

Remodel home into center of Gospel Learning

Come follow me helpsnus establish foundation

L. Todd Budge

Peace and Joy when we surrender ourselves to God

Afflictions and Sorrow prepare us for joy -13th century poet

Afflictions are small

Life full of purpose and meaning

The lord will not allow us to suffer in darkness

How can we make it through the day without the Lord?

Questions and concerns -> Faith and Love

"I don't feel safe, but I am"

Wind never ceases to blow us towards the promised land

Didn't cease to praise the Lord

I really like this guy. He gives me peace and brings me joy

Jorge M. Aluardo

Some blessings come soon, late, or not until heaven, but they will come

Temple

Works at temple bless you with increased revelation and peace

Example of righteous parents

Strong familial chain link

Follow your own council (kid eating too much candy)

This man brings me joy

"Amazing Papa!"

Ronald A. Rasband

Grateful for the Lord's eternal companionship

Promises to improve

Promises to eachother increase promise to the Lord

Partnership with the Lord

The lord will be with you

Women's Session

Reyna J. Alberto

Black clouds which blind us and cause us to question God

When our minds are suffering, it is appropriate to seek help

Together we realize there is hope, and we do not have to suffer alone. Find resources about emotional illnesses!

Isolation thrives in secrecy and shrinks in empathy

When it comes to healing, we all need Him desperately

Nothing you have experienced will change the fact that you are God's child

Lisa L. Harkness

Living under Christ's name

Jesus is here for us

Do we honor the name of Christ

Bonnie H. Cordon

Sure knowlege of divine purpose and identity

NEW YW THEME ( I DIDNT CATCH THE WHOLE THING BUT): I am a beloved daughter of HEAVENLY PARENTS

Shift from we to I

Peace and Guidance will be yours

We need to have shelters and sanctuaries from life's storms

Be a light to those around you.

All classes are now unified under one name: Young Women

Every class should have a class presidency

Make the calling of leading class presidencies a priority

Revelation is real

We need the Wisdom, Council, and Energy in youth council

Henry B Eyring

Divine mission is to help lift the souls of others

We do not know the time or duration of our assignments

Preparation of a powerful loving heart

Minister to every stranger as a neighbor and a friend

We must be a mother in some way

Mold living clay to your hopes in tandem with God

God loves you

Oaks

NO!!! (Homophobic version)

Russell M. Nelson

He is now the church grandpa

Access to all spiritual treasures for Lord's children

How do we draw the savior's power in our life? Holy Ghost will prompt you

Bad men are not allowed- men must drink respect women juice

RESPECT WOMEN JUICE!!

Misogyny bad

Women are society's guardians, wonderful, magnificent

Covenants = Priesthood power for women

I LOVE MY NEW GRANDPA

Encouraged to participate in ward councils

166 temples and more to come (TEMPLES ANNOUNCED IN WOMEN'S SESS? THIS IS A FIRST)

8 new temples -> sierra leone, utah x2 , arkansas, philippines, texas, guatemala, utah

Strengthen your faith in the Lord.

#mormon #mormon teen #lds #lds conference #lds general conference #lds church #ldsconf #lds convert

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Problematic Children

Present Day**

Everyone of the boys witnessing it were all frozen in place, scared that the second one of them tried to intervene it would get worse. In the middle of NCT 127′s dorm room were Haechan and Mark, the latter clenching his fists tightly alongside his jaw. Haechan’s bottom lip was shivering, his eyes threatening to spill the tears of frustration. Huannie the middle ‘man’ of all of their arguments wasn’t there due to not wanting the 12 boys to starve that day and had taken Jisung and Chenle with her.

Taeil and Taeyong were hesitant on whether on not they were to intervene or let them go at eachother again.

Instead the door slammed and it was Huannie to diffuse the situation yet again. She barged in between the two with her eyes cold and eyebrows frowning again.

“I leave for twenty minutes and you’re at eachothers throats again?” She asked clearly irratated. For a moment the dorm were silent.

-----

***Three Hours ago**

It was no lie that the camera noticed everything. As NCT Dream walked onto the showcase stage and got into their places dressed in their cute sailor boy outfit. Huannie could be seen next to the main camera filming the boys with a murderuous glare on her face as she watched Haechan get bothered by Mark calling him out for something and Haechan retorting something, making the mood on the stage all wrong. Jisung and Chenle looked to Huannie who was currently wishing she could jump up on the stage and bang both of their heads together, hopefully giving them some more common sense. She caught Marks eyes making a harsh motion to her neck telling him he’s done.

They got into their places with Huannie giving an agressive smile on her face at them to tell them. “Put a fucking smile on your faces before I kill you all.” It was a clear message since both of the boys gulped nervously and forced the smile on their faces.

The performance was going fine until Haechan mislanded his transition and ended barging into Mark who replied by giving him a death glare, to that Huannie stormed off and waited for the performance to finish. At this point was where any fucks Huannie gave flew out of the window.

As the boys all sat in the car in silence waiting for the manager and their Noona they were all looking towards eachother wondering where she went.

“The hell were you two doing up there?” She piled into the van with the manager, her hands on her hips and a stern glare on her face.

“He started it by calling me out for nothing. I wasn’t even in the wrong place Noona I-” Haechan tried defending himself.

“No you were being an idiot and didn’t listen to the direction the stage manager gave you and-”

“I don’t give a diddly darn fuck who started it or who’s fault it was.” She fumed back, she knew what happened and she wasn’t impressed by both boys.

“Huannie, die down the language.” The manager tried to quieten down.

“I’ll stop the language when these two stop acting immature and act like professionals. People don’t come to watch you to see the two of you bicker aimlessly- Now both of you better be quiet until we get home.”

***Present time***

And here they were.

“You may think that in the NCT 127 dorms with all of the older members that you can get away with your screaming matches because they don’t want to scold you. Let me tell you something, i’m not scared of scolding you two because i’m sick of it all!”

“Huannie that’s enough!” Taeil added in placing a calm and gentle hand on the womans shoulder to diffuse her anger before it blew up.

“No, you don’t know what it’s like in the Dreamies dorm. Jisung cried every night because he thinks they won’t make up and will continue shouting at eachother. You don’t have Chenle and Jaemin calling you every hour crying, because they think the managers will disband them all!” It was a known fact that Huannie had gone to live in the Dreamies dorm for the month they had been arguing. The older members were at a loss for words.

“Renjun and Jeno come and sleep in my room because they don’t want to witness them arguing all the god damn time. But you two wouldn’t know that would you, because for the last month you’ve been so selfish.”

“Huan-” Jaehyun muttered, observing the two boys undergoing Huannie’s brutal scolding. He must admit, the Chinese girl was like a dissapointed mother at this point.

Haechan’s body was undergoing heavy treamors as he tried to conceal his sobs, he had his head lowered to the floor in shame with his hands tightly behind his back. Mark wasn’t any better either, his eyes puffy and he wasn’t hiding his cries. They couldn’t bear meet her firery eyes.

“I sit with Jisung everytime as he cries himself to sleep everynight because he misses his friends. I have to rock Chenle to sleep because his anxiety makes him feel like it was his fault. I have to make Jeno and Renjun come and deal with you two because i’m trying to mend your damage. And poor Jaemin walked straight into your confusing fucking arguments. I end up having five boys in my bed trying to muffle out your screaming. It’s breaking me I can’t do it anymore.” She ended up crying at the two boys. “I have Haechan coming to me crying because you’re stressed because of all of the units, and you decide to use him as a punching bag. And I have to be Mark’s venting machine because you’re being petty and won’t let things go. I physically can’t cope with you two being problematic!”

“Huannie that’s enough now they get the point.” Ten spoke quietly gripping her arm and pulled her towards him. Eventually Huannie began to simmer down noticing the states the two boys were in.

Her heart was broken, it washed over her like it had ounched her in the face. Each tear was a knife to her heart and sent pain through her chest. How she longed to take back her harsh truth and speak softer, but it had been said now. There was nothing she could do but hope she could fix it.

“I’m sorry Noona.” Heachan finally let his sobs be heard as he headed rapidly towards his room and slamming the door behind him. She looked to Jaehyun and motioned to the door with pleading eyes, he nodded softly and slipped inside the room to attempt to calm the hysterical boy.

However Mark dared to look his Noona in the eye. “I’m sorry Noona, I didn’t mean to take it out on all of you.” Mark shook, “I’m just tired. I’m so sorry to all of you really sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. But you need to learn not to take it out, talk it out Markie. We will all listen to you. Come here kid.” She smiled opening her arms, the younger boy quickly placed himself within them, savouring the loving moment. Before saying he needed to take a walk, Taeil walking behind him to keep him some company.

She turned to the rest of the boys that were still shook. “You can scold me later Oppa, I need to check in on him.” She sighed at Ten who looked ready to argue with her himself.

“Go easy on him Noona.” Chenle voiced up for the first time since they got back, the older girl kissed his cheek only to get stopped by Taeyong.

“Thank you for looking after them all. I know it’s hard for you to keep up these days.”

“Hey i’m a Noona, it’s my job.” She winked before sliding into Haechan’s room.

---

When Huannie got into the room Jaehyun was hugging the boy who was awkwardly sobbing into his shoulder, the older boy rubbing circles on his back trying to calm him down.

“Jae, can I have a moment with Haechannie please?” She asked as the older boy nodded and left the room.

Huannie immediately walked over to the boy and brought him into a tight hug. All of Haechan’s emotions were let out into Huannie’s neck, she sushed him until he’d calm down.

“Shhh.. it’s okay Sunshine. Everything is okay.” Haechan gripped Huannie’s baggy hoodie, aka Taeil’s, and refused to let go of the fabric.

“Are you still angry Noona?” He whispered between sniffles. Huannie shook her head. “Why ... not?”

“Because you’re still a teenager, you were bound to loose your temper at some point baby. I’m always here when you need to talk Haechannie. I made a promise to keep you happy.”

Haechan’s somewhat dry eyes had began tearing up from the love from his Noona. She began to play with his hair until he fell asleep tucked into her side.

When the door creaked open revealing Mark she didn’t question him she just opened her left arm to give him the otherside gesturing him over.

“I’m sorry Huannie.” He whispered into her shoulder. “I’m surprised you even let me in.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I was ready to smack you and Haechannie up the head. How could I hurt my foreign swagger Markie poo.”

“Noona, I thought you wouldn’t do that.” He groaned hiding under her duvet cover.

“How about a day out, just us three tomorrow?”

“Sound good.”

“Be there or be square kid.”

“I hate you Noona!”

#19th member of nct #nct127 #nctdream #kpop imagines #haechan imagines #mark imagines #markhyuck #Jaehyun #Kun #Ten #Jaemin #Chenle #Jeno #Renjun #WinWin

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Dear No One - One Shot

SUMMARY | All your life, it always felt like something was missing. Every single day, in every action you did and in every place you went, it just always felt off. But maybe, just maybe, you aren’t the only one feeling this way...

PAIRING | Soobin X Reader

CATEGORY | soulmate au, distance, sadness, loneliness.

WORD COUNT | 2.6k

WARNINGS | none

SONG REC | Dear No One - Tori Kelly

I like being independent Not so much of an investment No one to tell me what to do

From a young age, you had always been on your own. From childhood to adulthood, it had always been that way. It wasn’t all bad, though, it was just something you got used to over time. It aided your independence, made you work hard and focus on things you needed to work on, and made you stronger. It was easy to get things done without distractions, and while all the other kids on the playground played tag with their crushes, or sat in the grass sharing secret pecks with eachother, you were inside, nosed buried in a book.

Being on your own was simple. No one controlling you, or annoying you with their demands. It was easy.

It was lonely sometimes, of course it was, but it was easy to push the feeling aside when you got older. When the longing feeling started getting easier to recognize, when it got easier to dismiss it.

It got easy to ignore it, but it was never easy to forget it.

I like being by myself Don't gotta entertain anybody else No one to answer to

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Your best friend asks you from the doorway a final time, watching you cross-legged on your bed, texbooks sprawled out in front of you.

“I’m sure.” You say, still highlighting a passage from your literature book.

“But... it’s the winter dance. And I heard Mark’s gonna be there!” She squeals, fixing her shiny lip gloss in her tiny phone screen reflection. It was just a middle school dance, and you could see right through it’s false appeal.

You just shake your head. You knew the feeling all too well. The guilt, the feeling of rejecting boys because as much as you tried, as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t be with them. Because, at the end of the day, it never felt right. They weren’t it. Nothing more to say about it.

“I hope you have a nice time,” You give your friend a small smile, “Slow dance with Mark for me.”

Your best friend gives you a sad look and then she’s off, brightly colored outfit flashing through the doorway. Your gaze lingers on where she just was, and then it drops back down to your work, your heart shattering noiselessly in your chest simultaneously.

But sometimes, I just want somebody to hold Someone to give me the jacket when its cold Got that young love even when we're old

“What are we doing to celebrate passing the calculus test?” Your best friend of countless years asks you, turning left down her street a bit harshly. She had barely passed her drivers test and was still learning that you were supposed to break before turning. It was a work in progress. The ache in your shoulder from being thrown against the inside of the car door countless times reminded you of that.

“Dunno, we can do whatever,” You answered honestly, “Maybe a movie night-”

“Oh my god, why is Mark in my driveway?” She shrieks excitedly, braking extremely hard before throwing the car in park, stumbling out of the car before you’re even able to catch your breath.

You watch from inside of the car, that familiar feeling growing inside of you all at once. Just when you think it may be gone - it returns - unwelcome and frothing at the mouth.

Their words are muffled, but you don’t need to hear them in order to know what is going on.

They’re happy.

They’re all wide smiles and entangled limbs as they pull eachother closer, and for a second you wonder if it’s supposed to be like that. Like loving someone so much you can’t physically stand to be apart from them that much. Like it’d kill to even be an inch apart. You wonder if that’s what it would be like for you.

You watch them kiss from inside the car, and you can physically feel the difference in atmosphere. You watch quietly as your best friend kisses her boyfriend, the one she’s able to confidently call hers after liking since the early age of twelve, before pushing the feeling down relentlessly.

Without another word you step out of the car and walk past them, muttering a, “I’ll see you at school.” Before you’re gone.

But the thing is - you’ve already been miles away. Even when you were in the car with your best friend, and even when you’re right next to her. Because that’s always what you are. Far far away.

Yeah sometimes, I want someone to grab my hand Pick me up, pull me close, be my man I will love you till the end

“You aren’t going to find a boyfriend by sitting inside and reading romance novels all day,” Your best friend comments, putting the finishing touches on her mascara before fixing her hair in your bedroom mirror, “Just saying.”

You bite back the urge to roll your eyes, and instead lock your gaze on the passage you’re reading.

“You already know how I feel about relationships.” You say quielty, not looking up.

She slings her jacket over her shoulders. Black leather, color matching the short, tight dress she adorns over her thin figure.

“If I’m going to get Mark to take me back, he needs to see that I’m happy without him,” She explains, even though you didn’t ask, “Then he’ll realize what he’s missing.”

“Have you tried talking to him?” You ask, eyes still scanning the lines of the book in your hands.

“Are you seriously trying to give me relationship advice like that, especially when you’ve never even-” You cut her words off.

“I’m just trying to help.” You say, finally snapping your book shut.

Your friend shakes her head at you before grabbing her purse.

“Well, I know what I’m doing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She says before exiting the room quickly. You hear her car roar to life and pull out of the drive way after a little bit, and the pounding of her music grows more and more muffled as she gets farther away, the sound finally dissappearing after she pulls away from the street.

You take a look at the book in your hands, and the dread claws its’ way up your throat.

Before you know it, you’re using all of the force you can muster to throw the book across the room, feeling your heart snap in two.

Without a second thought, you turn your lamp off and bury yourself under your piles of blankets, shutting your eyes tightly.

Because that’s how it goes. This feeling you’ve grown to resent. What was once an aid in helping you achieve things you needed to, now latched onto you, like an annoying scar or weights attached at the ankles. This was your burden to carry, and no one could help you. Not even yourself. It was your life sentence - a life without love. A life of longing. It was yours, and nobody else’s. You could wish that it didn’t have to be this way, that maybe timing was just wrong, but you knew better. You always knew better. So instead, you did nothing.

Nothing but lay there, tears streaking down your face silently, as despair resonates in the pit of your stomach, sending you down a dark, spiraling hole, causing you to wonder if you’ll ever be able to surface again.

So if you're out there I swear to be good to you But I'm done lookin', for my future someone

“College is the time for new beginnings!” Your mother cheers as she watches you pile your belongings into your small, old car on your own.

You nod at her gently, giving her a gentle smile, “I’ll make sure to call every other day.”

She wipes at her eyes and pulls you in for a tight hug, “Just update me when you can. And don’t live in your dorm room either, make some friends!”

I have friends, you wanted to say, but singular does not count as plural, so you choose to nod at her instead, agreeing to empty promises before her very eyes.

In a whirlwind of emotion, and a lot of tears, you’re on the road, merging onto the freeway.

The radio plays softly, and the lyrics resonate deeply within your chest. You let out a long sigh and sing along to the lyrics, trying to ignore just how empty the passenger seat next to you looks and feels, almost mocking you silently.

Because what else could you do? All you really had was yourself in these moments, you knew that by now.

You sing along, a single tear falling down your cheek.

“Cause when the time is right You'll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song.”

I don't really like big crowds I tend to shut people out I like my space, yeah

“It’s one party,” Your roommate of two weeks explains, looking down at you pleadingly, “It could be fun?”

You run a hand through your hair and yawn tiredly, “Thank you for the offer but parties and me? We don’t mix.”

She gives you a sad smile and nods understandingly.

“I have my key so don’t worry about waiting up. Have a good night.”

And then she’s gone. Leaving you alone, with the softness of your music flowing through the small dorm room.

College will be different, you tell yourself, as if it hasn’t already started yet.

It will be different. It has to be. Or else, what are you going to do?

But I'd love to have a soul mate And God will give him to me someday And I know it'll be worth the wait

Of course you got asked out at first, everyone did. Everyone you talked to did. And some people took up the offers, your roommate especially. She was classified as a social butterfly, and it showed.

Spending nights in was your thing, and spending nights out was hers. And that was fine. It was fine. Neither of you minded the other, and you had a stable friendship. You just had different habits.

“So who’s your date tonight?” You ask curiously, furiously typing on your laptop to complete the essay that was due the next time you had your literature class. You spot her in the mirror, applying a thick layer of eyeliner, before your eyes find your screen again.

“Some guy who got set up by his friend, “ She chuckles, “It’s a blind date. His friend told me that he needed to see someone or else he’d go crazy. His words, not the date’s.”

You nod at her words, barely listening as you focus on your word structure for the essay. You did think it was nice that the friend was trying to set his friend up at least. You hoped your roommate had fun. After a few more minutes of the two of you exchanging small talk, she slipped her coat on and gave herself one last look in the mirror.

“What’s his name?” You ask, finally saving your essay as you look over at her.

“Huh?”

“The blind date. Don’t you have to know his name to know who he is?”

“Oh right,” She shakes her head, “Soobin. His name’s Soobin.”

So if you're out there I swear to be good to you But I'm done lookin', for my future someone Cause when the time is right

You'll be here, but for now Dear no one, this is your love song

“Worst date of my life.” Your roommate groans into her coffee cup, causing a library worker to glare her way. You grin at her before tilting your head.

“That bad?”

“No, he wasn’t bad,” She explains, “We were just so different. Which is sad because he was cute. Like, cute, cute.”

You shrug at her, “Oh well, you’ll find a cuter guy who you actually relate too and it’ll be fine.”

She smiles at you and then catches sight of something in the distance. You furrow your brows.

“What, who is it-”

“No one.” She hisses, grabbing your arm to get you to look at her again before she hides her face.

You pull your hand back and try to hide your laughter. Your roommate was very over the top, and she had no problem showing it.

“I need to go look for a book for my lit class, I’ll be back.” You announce, your laughter finally dying down.

“Hurry please, I wanna get outta here.” She answers back, slipping her phone out of her pocket. You nod and dissappear down one of the aisles quickly.

The shelves are piled high with hundreds of books, and the quietness that engulfs you is calming.

It is moments like this that you appreciate. No miserable feeling - no lonely feeling. If anything it feels lighter in this moment than you can ever remember it feeling, which is new, but you don’t dare question it.

Sometimes, when it’s not as heavy, you can almost tolerate it. The thought of being alone for the rest of your life. Granted, the distractions you need to keep the emotions down are endless, almost obsessive, but it’s better than the alternative. Being utterly and completely alone.

Because no one wants that. Not even you.

With your newfound peace, and a small grin on your face, you reach up to grab a book from one of the shelves, fingers barely grazing it.

“Oh!” A deep voice let’s out, and suddenly you’re losing your balance and falling to the right.

“I-”

“I’m sorry!” The deep voice apologizes quickly, grabbing your wrist to stable you.

Dear no one No need to be searching, no

“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking.” You say suddenly - and then your words are stolen from your lips, forcefully pulled from your mind.

The boy, now directly in front of you, is still holding onto your wrist, and for a second you think that maybe he’s got something wrong with him or maybe something on him because he’s touching your skin and it is tingling under his touch. And that can’t be normal.

You look down to see nothing but long slender fingers holding onto you and then back up. The boy notices and retracts his hand, covering his face in embarrassment.

“I didn’t see you, I really am sorry.” He says quietly, round glasses reflecting the bright lights above the two of you as soon as he lets his hands drop from his face. His eyes are a dark brown behind the frames, and you look down for a moment.

Your heart is beating in your chest, against your ribcage agonizingly, and you don’t know what to say.

Because you don’t know what is happening.

You study the way the boy’s dark hair covers his forehead when you look back up, and his dimples curve into his cheek deeply as he bites his lip nervously.

And in that moment, somehow, everything clicks.

This boy in front of you, the feeling of his touch still lingering on your skin.

It feels like he’s been like this, facing you for your whole life, and you don’t know how it’s ever been any different.

You blink multiple times in shock, and he’s staring at you like he knows what you both do, like he feels the exact same thing.

“I’m Soobin.” He says briskly, like it’s the only thing he needs to say in the moment, even though you didn’t ask for his name.

“Y/N.” You mutter, staring into his eyes.

He nods softly, knowingly, at your words.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says, and then horror flashes in his eyes as if he’s just heard his confession.

He knows. He definitely knows.

Because soulmates always know. And this isn’t any different.

“It is,” You say before he can overthink it too much, and because your heart is pounding so fast you feel like you need to say something before you combust.

“Finally.”

Dear no one This is your love song

#choi soobin #choi soobin imagine #choi soobin au #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together au #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together drabbles #kpop #kpop imagine #kpop drabbles

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