#HELLO I needed to soothe myself after getting very stressed so I tried to write something I hope it’s okay idk I just have

[corrodedcoughin]

It's home. He's home and its late and its dark. he knows he should have been home hours ago, wishes he could have been but work finished late and then one deal ran into another and before he knew it he was an hour and a half from home at 1 in the morning. After the last deal was done Eddie made his way back in his van, eyes red and itchy with the overhwleming desire to close but painfully aware of the distance he had to drive. After a lot of cut corners and questionable driving he was finally pulling up to the trailer.

All he wants to do is sleep but even in his tired state he clocks the light on in the window. Knowing that lights don't just get 'left on' when there are bills to pay and mouths to feed Eddie enters the trailer quietly, hoping that its not an ominous sign. Hoping as well that this isn't the precursor to getting yelled at for being out late and not telling anyone…again.

As silently as he can Eddie pulls the door open and steps in side. So far so good, nobody has started shouting yet but as he turns he sees the lamp glowing beside the couch and can hear the radio on low. Comforting sounds of Eddie's younger years playing Credence Clearwater Revival. It is at this point Eddie catches the figures waiting in the dim light. Wayne at the end of the couch, hot mug of something in his hand. His expression is one Eddie is well used to, concentrated and contemplative, measuring the words he says and actions he takes. He's in his pyjammas but far from sleep. He's angled towards the figure on the couch next to him. The person, only translated into Eddie's head as 'human' after he deciphered half of the mass as blankets and hair, sits hunched over themselves and hugs their own mug in close.

Eddie takes a step forward, makes to sit down as Wayne talks slow and gentle 'Your boy had a bit of a fright son. Thought I'd break out the big guns and show him what we used to do when you first came home'

He doesn't say the rest, doesn't need to. When Eddie came to stay with Wayne the nights were endless. He'd wake himself up in tears, too scared to go find comfort incase he got pushed away but somehow Wayne always knew. Eddie would never be alone in the dark long before the hall light went on and Wayne was knocking at his door, offering hot milk and a distraction. Eventually the routine turned into going over old photo albums of Wayne's 'glory days' and then, the new additions after Eddie's arrival. It quickly became a fail safe for the both of them when the dark nights and silence were too much.

Which is how Eddie ends up here, sat close to the mass, Steve, a hand crept under the blanket that was quickly latched on to. A photo album is sat across Steve's lap and Wayne talks him through the story of his own high school band and then quickly moves on to the photo of Eddie knee deep in mud and arms out stretched ready to pull the photo taker into the mess with him, devious smile on his 10 year old face, a hint of the dungeon master yet to come.

The stories continue, ranging from photos of a young Eddie in rubber boots and a sun dress to Wayne in denim shorts and an awful sunburn as he points a spatula at the camera in a rustic looking kitchen. This ritual calms them all between the quiet laughter and tired gasps of surprise, eventually Steve's shoulders relax and Wayne's voice becomes somehow even more subdued. Eddie is fully leaning into Steve's space and the warmth between the three of them somehow heats the whole trailer.

They are all close to sleep when Eddie takes the album off Steve's lap and manages to force himself to stand, pulling Steve up with him and still swaddled in his blanket. Eddie makes to guide Steveto their bedroom when he's met with resistance. Steve pulls the blanket tighter to himself but shifts his shoulders back, almost as if to brace for a fight when he tilts his head towards Wayne ' Thank you. I- I've never...Just thank you' he's got his back to Eddie but Eddie can hear the crack in his voice, the battle to keep the emotion down, can see the slight tremour in the blanket as Steve works to keep himself together. Its all for nothing when Wayne stands and places a hand on his shoulder before bringing him into a forceful hug 'Son, you never have to thank me'.

Its a moment that Eddie knows will be seared into his heart until the day it stops beating. The two men holding on, however briefly, to each other, both understanding the other person that little bit more and sharing more of their soul in the process.

There's a pause as they separate and Eddie takes Steve's hand tugs him forward and lets him lead the way to the bedroom. Before he turns to follow Eddie catches Wayne's eye and they share a somber smile. Eddie's heart feels like its going to collapse on itself when he thinks about how Wayne doesn't understand the traumas these boys have been through but how that hasn't stopped him from being there for them.

It doesn't go unspoken, this feeling between Eddie and his Uncle. They find time, they always do, where they put their music on and talk in that unhurried way about what they've been doing, catching each other up on their lives and knowing the love is there.

For now, Wayne tilts his head up 'that's a good one you've got there son.' All the endorsement Eddie could ever want, caught in a few words 'now go to him and let me get my bed' its a grumbled statement that has more meaning than can be explained. Eddie gives a mock salute, knowing that the nightmares and stories will be re-hashed when the time is right. But for now the urgency has been tamed and the fire burns low in their hearts.

Before he gets to the kitchen there's a final 'and I need my sleep boy so don't get any ideas' from the couch. 'wouldn't dream of it old man'

#what Wayne doesn’t mention is that Wayne eddie first saw the photo of younger wayne in his band #he gasped so quietly it’s a wonder anyone heard it and said ‘I wanna be like that. I wanna be like /you/‘ #Eddie climbs into bed next to Steve and holds on tight as Steve tells him that he looked good in a dress and boots #Eddie just laughs and pulls him close ‘pretty sure it’s look better on you sweetheart’ #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #wayne munson #HELLO I needed to soothe myself after getting very stressed so I tried to write something I hope it’s okay idk I just have #a need to write but nothing to write about

[vemuabhi]

ITS OKAY TO TAKE A BREAK

Stressed Reader Comfort!

Hello!!! I am so happy you requested my dear! I am so happy to write for you. Please drink water and take care of yourself. I know it’s a hard time. But don’t lose hope and don’t let stress eat you up. You are loved and you are needed.

Pairing : Sanji X Reader

Word count : 2.2K

Warnings : Not proof read, Stress, insomnia, Hurt then comfort and a very adorable Sanji

Sanji post Tagging : @ye-rin164

 Assignment after assignment. Projects, seminars and exams. Forget about dates, you are not even having time to sleep properly since the last month. Still you stayed up many nights writing all the assignments. Researching stuff needed for the seminars. Memorising all the chapters from all the subjects. Praying to get good credits every time. Even sleeping for those 3 hours a day seemed so stressful because of your piled up assignments, which your teachers just dumped on you mercilessly.

Slowly because of lack of sleep and hectic works, dark circles were visible clearly under your eyes. Headaches became regular now. You weren’t able to focus on things properly. You just… tried to go along with the flow of day. Anything you ate tasted bland making you to loose appetite. All you now wanted was a day to just… rest.

Ignoring the good morning and good night messages from a certain someone made you feel guilty. But because of work, you couldn’t even catch a break. Yes… stress was building up in you.

Researching and taking print outs for the next “group” seminar made you work even harder. Yeah as you know how there is at least one person in the group who doesn’t even attempt to do work. Now you had FREAKING two of them in your 5 member’s team. Guess what happened. You three had to now share the burden of the remaining work.

‘Good thing Sanji isn’t here to see how much of a mess I am right now’, you thought sipping your caffeine. You felt lucky that you were at least getting time to take a quick shower every day.

On the other hand, Sanji knew. He knew how terrible your work was getting, making you to give him a single reply every two days, letting him know you were alive. If you didn’t give him that reply, he’d have gotten a panic attack on how you were. No regular messages, no dates, no video calls, not a single god damn normal call. He was really getting worried. But he stayed patient.

Nami and Robin chan suggested him to go and meet you, but he thought if he went, he’d be a problem to you for not letting you finish your work. His heart was earning to see you. To hug you. To make you something to eat. To just… be with you.

As days passed, you were getting more and more annoyed and you started to have breakouts for almost everything and nothing. Even the smallest things were making you cry. Like once You even cried as you saw a small puppy outside your apartment.

You hated to cry. But because of this pressure you couldn’t even control your emotions. You felt like you were losing yourself.

At Sanji’s house, he and Zoro were doing dishes but Sanji couldn’t help but to worry about you.

“Its just a gut feeling but I cant help but to worry”, Sanji sighed.

“If you feel like shit, why not just go to her place?”, asked Zoro

“Tsk, Its not that easy. What if I interrupt her?”, replied Sanji washing his hands after giving the last plate to Zoro.

The green haired man took the plate and placed it into the shelf. He sighed and said, “Look cook. It’s okay to go and check on her once a while, If you are worried. Maybe she needs you too”

Sanji never thought of that. He was always insecure and felt that he might disturb you if he met you. But this gut feeling of his was telling him to atleast go and see you.

“In 5 minutes, I’m leaving”, the blond told his roommate before going into his room. Zoro just smirked before closing the shef door.

You sat in the corner of the room. Your books were still open and you knew you were supposed to study. Then… the negative thoughts hit you. Your brain wanted to play some tricks on you. And it chose this freaking time to do that.

‘Yeah… you are not gonna get good grades even if you do this’

‘Sanji is so hardworking. He’d be so disappointed to have a person like you as his lover’

‘All your assignments are worthless, stop giving yourself enough credit’, you looked into your mirror.

Tears slid down your face. You looked terrible. With messy hair, unwashed clothes, dirty room. You wanted to tear the place down. You were so hurt and pressured.

*Ring*

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. You wiped your tears quickly and stumbled as you made your way towards the main door. You swung open the door and your (eye colour) orbs met the all blue orbs. The golden hair smoothly covered one of his eye. His smile brightly as seeing you.

“Aish! Y/N, how many time have I told you to check before opening the do-”, He didn’t even complete his sentence and you ran into his arms, tightly embracing him, making him to take a step back.

He instantly knew something was wrong with the way to you hugged him. He wrapped his arms around your body. You started to cry as he hugged you.

“Sanji… I… I can’t… I hate this. I don’t like this”, you whimpered between your sobs. He soothingly rubbed the back of your head.

Without breaking the hug, he pulled you inside the house and locked the door. Leaning his back on the door, with still you hugging him, he pulled you even closer. He patted your back while you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Y/N, look at me dear”, he asked and you slowly looked at him. His expression from worry turned to one of a sad one.

“I missed you so much”, you cried even more looking at him.

“Shhh~~ Y/N, I’m here. Please don’t cry. This hardship will pass away. Don’t let the stress eat you up”, he kissed your forehead as he calmly whispered into your ear.

Actually Sanji was also so hurt because of your situation. But if he wasn’t strong, who would encourage you.

Soothing your tears away, he kissed your eyes.

“I am sorry. I look horrible”, you sniffed and damn yes, he was not happy by the way you said it.

“Don’t ever say that. You are the most amazing and hardworking person. Give yourself a bit more credit”, he shook your shoulders as he said that.

“Listen here, you are tired, but you are still very much beautiful. All you need is a good night sleep”, he said as he pulled you towards your bedroom.

The bed was a mess. Books, papers, laptop, stationary on it. You felt embarrassed as Sanji saw you in your worst state.

“Sorry Sanji for making you see this”, you said as Sanji just made his way into the room and started to quickly clean the bed.

“You are apologising way too much Y/N. If I didn’t support you now, I shouldn’t even call myself your friend let alone your boyfriend”, he said.

Within minutes, he cleared everything up. You went towards the table to continue your work, but then, you felt your wrist being grabbed.

You looked at him and he looked at you with worried eyes.

“Y/N, I never said you should now write your paper”, he said sternly. Even though his voice was deep, his eyes showed worry.

“But I should complete it”, you said but he was quick to pull you towards him. He lifted you up with grace and walked towards the bed swiftly and plopped you on it. You couldn’t even protest because of how quickly it happened.

You tried to get up but then he decided to jump on you and cuddle you. You chuckled at how he behaved like a small child. When he heard your laugh he looked up to you, his head still placed on your chest. Oh how much he wanted to hear that laugh of yours. But you yourself didn’t knew when you fell asleep. As Sanji was looking while you laughed, you almost immediately fell asleep.

He smiled at you as you slept. He woke up and went towards your desk and sat on the chair.

Looking at the assignment that you should start, he analysed what you wrote in the roughly at the side. He took your phone and placed his thumb on the finger print scanner. Yes of course, you guys are having the healthiest relationship. He went towards the pdf of the assignment due dates and found the assignment you were working on. And damn he got angry at how many assignments you were given. The one you were working on was to be submitted the day after tomorrow.

‘Damn… no wonder Y/N had to stay up most of the night for these’, he thought as he called one of the smartest people he knew. No… it wasn’t Luffy. He has the devils Luck to pass his exams.

“Hey Robin chan! This is Sanji”, he said as he looked at the assignment.

“Hi Sanji. What happened?”, she inquired

“Robin chan, I actually need some help”, he started to ask about the assignment and how to collect the required information related to it.

Robin chan understood the situation and started to explain.

“So Sanji, Don’t waste your time searching all the websites. Just go to the websites I told you and you can see almost every possible explanation required to you”

Sanji searched on the laptop as he placed the phone between his shoulder and ear. The un-lit cigarette was dangling between his lips. The habbit of having it made him focus on things even more. But he ofcourse didn’t want to light it and make you wake up from its smell. And for gods sake, it was your divine room. He would never light a cigarette here. Soon he could see the information required to your assignment.

“Oh yes! I got it Robin chan! Thanks for your help”, he thanked her and they both ended the call after the exchanging a few more casual talks.

He looked at some other sites Robin mentioned and found everything that you required for writing this assignment. He actually wanted to write for you but, he knows that you’d feel guilty if he wrote it. So he just searched it for you. Then looked at another assignment which was the next one you had to submit in 5 days from now. So, he started to search for it and found the required information. He looked at the time and noticed that, it was already 2 in the morning. He didn’t even knew how the time passed while he searched for the information.

Sanji stretched his arms and stood up. He walked towards the bad, where you were sleeping peacefully. He smiled at you before kissing your forehead. He hugged you as he slept beside you.

The next day you woke up to the aroma of the food. You woke up from the best sleep you had. It was so refreshing and you felt so much better with it. You got up from the bed and went to the kitchen, where you saw the blond cooking for you.

You hugged him from behind as he grinned at your cute behaviour. “Good morning love”, he greeted you as he placed one of his arm around your shoulder and snuggled closer to you.

“Thanks for making this baby. I am so thankful for this”, you said pecking his cheek. He smiled and continued to make the breakfast.

“Its alright. Well, Y/N, you need to eat before you start writing the assignment. You smiled looking at him. ‘I am sure lucky’, you thought. You ate breakfast and then Sanji showed you the information he collected to write the assignment. Just when you thought you couldn’t fall in love with him more, he proved you wrong.

He was beside you leaning down with the laptop before you two as he was talking about some websites Robin chan mentioned. You placed your hand on his chin and turned him towards you then  pulled him in for a kiss.

“I think, I found the best boyfriend one could have. I’m so lucky”, you said as you hugged him

He blushed so hard when you said that.

“AHHH!! AND YOU ARE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND Y/N, I LOVE YOU TOO”

That day you both wrote the assignments together and finished them.

“Its okay to ask for help Y/N, I am always happy to help you”, Sanji said as he held the finished papers of the assignment.

You smiled back at him and said, “Thankyou Sanji. I… I’ll ask your help”

XOXOXOXO

So, I hope you liked this one shot. I felt so connected writing this. If you are facing a similar situation. Just remember. You need rest and you can always ask for help. Please give yourself credit and stay positive.

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[sword-brainrot]

hewwo!! may I rq shokusani (gn) with him asking to go on his kiwame journey? tysm for your work ❤️❤️

Hello! I am so sorry that this took so long because I really wanted to make it perfect. I really loved this prompt because I adore looking into the emotions swords tend to hide and kiwame is my favorite part of the game to see them change! I hope you enjoy it! I might make a part two of him coming back from his journey. Also, this whole time writing this, I was listening to "i hope ur ok" by nøll. I'm not too sure why it really inspired me for Mitsutada.

Slow Steps, Deep Breaths (Shokudaikiri Mitsutada x GN!Reader)

The day had gone like any other. Swords were busy doing their activities throughout the day and finally were able to relax after the dinner that Mitsutada had prepared for them. Everyone began to unwind as the sky started to shift into amber. The edge only had barely noticeable darkness following close behind. It was at this moment, Y/N was in their office to finish the last of their paperwork for the day before they could also follow the swords' example and relax. Everything was normal and going as plan.

Until a knock came from their office door.

"Come in." Y/N ordered as they put their ink brush down, giving their full attention to the door that was pulled open with a faint 'excuse me'.

Who came through the door was not unexpected. Mitsutada often visited Y/N throughout the day to give them tea and snacks to keep up their strength throughout the day with the tower of paperwork that could fall on the poor master if they were not careful. The cheerful man that made sure to always leave them with a kiss before he left. The man that Y/N began to fall for as they became the sage of this citadel. The sword that Y/N could proudly call their lover.

Y/N found themselves smiling at the man right away, expecting him to come in to ask them if they wanted something to drink and receiving a kiss for all their hard work today. That was until their eyes looked at the rest of his body.

Mitsutada was in his uniform that he always wore when he had to go to the front lines or sparring. Not an outfit for the time of day now and certainly not an outfit Mitsutada often wore when he was alone with Y/N. The outfit that was put together perfectly, not a spot out of place. He even straightened out his jacket before kneeling before Y/N on the other side of the table. His lips in a fine line and his golden eye downcast to the ground as he was trying to get his thoughts together. A look very unlike their lover. His sword was placed to the right of him on the ground as his gloved hands gripped his knees.

"I have something to discuss..." Mitsutada struggled out of voice box.

Y/N smile faded as an eyebrow rose to the sword now seated in front of them. Their hands clasped together on the wooden furniture in front of them.

"Go on. I am listening." They insisted with the most soothing voice they would manage.

Mitsutada was always so well put together. His back was always straight, a smile present on his face, and his outfit never had a speck of dust on it. He was the definition term of a person man, especially to Y/N. Seeing him so anxious in front of them was unnerving, to say the least. How did he change so much in a span of a few hours? Was he dealing with things and Y/N just didn't notice?

Y/N couldn't help but anxiously bite the inside of their lip as they waited for their lover to speak. Were they really so blind to not notice the man they loved so much was struggling with something?

After one ragged breath, Mitsutada began to speak.

"Master, I don't come here today as your lover. I come here today as the sword of the late Date Masamune and of you." His face finally pulling up to give them a stressed smile. A worrisome smile that could instantly break Y/N's heart but they looked at Mitsutada nonetheless. Mitsutada was being brave enough to face his darker emotions with their lover and they were going to face it with him. They weren't going to look away just because it hurts them.

"Master, when you look at me... What do you see?"

The question caught the poor sage off guard. There was so much they saw in their lover. In your sword warrior. They couldn't just condense it in one conversation! Surely they will forget something and regret it later for not telling Mitsutada right away. They thought about their words carefully as they begane to answer.

"I see a strong sword warrior that always tries his best to look cool for everyone. Not just in style but in kindness as well."

Mitsutada head slowly nodded with the stressed smile still on his face as his head dropped down.

"I figured. Master, I don't see that." His voice was now broken as he tried to fight back the sobs in his throat. He wanted to continue to tell his story. No. He needed to. "Master... I am broken. Not just as a sword whose blade was burned to pieces, but as a man as well. I have to look cool. I have to make up for the fact that I'm fragile and can never be that strong sword anymore. I was given this body-"

His gloved hand was placed over his heart and he gripped the clothing aggressively, no longer caring how he messes up his outfit.

"I was given this body and I thought I finally had my second chance of being a sword that I am proud of. But..." Soft hiccups broke his speech as his back hunched over and he cowered into himself. "But I am not. I am still that pathetic sword that was burned and could no longer be used! Hell, I could barely be touched without other worrying that they would break me. I can't run from him! I look into the mirror and I see that burnt man that mocks me and tells me everyday that I can look perfect all I want but he knows what is truly inside."

Sobs echoed throughout the office as Y/N's mouth hung over. Their heart ached and all they wish to do was wrap Mitsutada in their arms and take away his pain. How could they be so blind? How could they have not known he was dealing with this? They knew that Mitsutada suffered by nightmares but he always seemed fine by the morning. Should they have pressed further? Should they demanded for him to talk about it right away? ... Would it even make a difference?

It wasn't like they could just change how he feels with a few simple words...

Soft sniffles were left as the man slowly calmed down. His posture, once again, perfect and his face looking at the sage. Red all around his one eye left.

"Master, I want to get stronger. I have let these thoughts control me for far too long. I wish to finally be proud of myself and become a man that will make you proud until the end of time. So, please-" His body once again lowered to the ground. His head almost on the ground, "I beg of you to let me leave and go train."

It wasn't a new topic to be brought up. Y/N had been the master of this citadel for a long while now and they have seen countless swords go on their journeys to become stronger. Their kiwame.

They finally let go of the breath they weren't aware they were holding. Their legs slowly finding their way next to their lover and sitting down.

"Raise your head, Mitsutada." They ordered and the raven haired man took no time to follow. His head rose and looked at Y/N. Y/N's hand gently caressed his cheek and thumbed away the wet blemishes that was found under his eye. A smile once again present on their lips, "You silly man... I have always been proud of you."

Mitsutada couldn't help but give a soft chuckle as he leans into their touch. A smile now finding a place on his lips too as he holds their hand there.

"I will let you leave for your training but in the future, it's okay to tell me how you actually feel. I know I won't be able to solve it but you don't have to face it alone. You're still just as cool as when I first met you."

His forehead slowly leaned forward as he rested on theirs's. "Yes. I'm sorry for making you worry, my beloved. When I return, I will make sure to make you your favorite dish as an apology."

It was Y/N turn to laugh at his suggestion, playfully squishing his cheeks. "You better! And you better send plenty of letters! I will die without knowing how the man I love is doing!"

A soft kiss found it's way upon their lips as they both smiled in each other's arms.

"And I will miss you every day I am gone. Take off the rest of the night so I can spend as much time with you as possible?"

"You didn't even have to ask, Mitsutada."

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[intimidating-fettuccine]

hullo, friend! i came back from the most stressful exam ive ever had and i need to indulge myself with your writing. may i please have toby, jeff, helen and e.j. after a really long day with an s/o who tries to brighten things up for them a little? like, how do they act when theyre stressed and tired and how do we make these bois feel better? ~cuddly badass anon

Hello~ I hope you did good on your exam, and I hope you enjoy these~

Toby:

Toby doesn't necessarily get stressed from one day. He tries to ignore it, and it will build up over a few days, and then he'll end up exploding. He'll be angry and loud, and he absolutely hates it because he feels like his father and it just makes him want to curl into a ball and cry, which he usually does.

Toby loves ranting when he's stressed. He'll complain to you for hours about his problems, and ask you for your opinion on what he should do next. The experience is even more rewarding for him if it's done over one of your nice home-cooked meals, wrapped up in your softest blankets, with you held tightly in his arms.

Jeff:

Jeff also gets a temper when he's overly stressed and tired. He isn't as loud as Toby but he can say some fairly harsh things when he's pressed too far. He usually isolates himself because of this so he doesn't end up saying something he's going to regret later. He gets tense and lost in his head a lot when these situations occur.

Jeff actively looks for his partner if he has one when he's stressed. Nothing soothes him more than your hands on his body. He'd love it if you could give him a massage, let him speak his mind for a bit, and then end the situation with a nice long period of snuggles.

Helen:

It's almost impossible to outwardly tell when Helen is stressed. He's got the best poker face in the mansion, and he definitely makes good use of it in his day to day life. If you're close to him, however, you can definitely see the cracks in his facade. He's much more curt with his words, he doesn't speak as much in general, and he has much less patience for things.

One of the things that help Helen unwind after a long stressful day is intimacy, and not necessarily in a sexual way. He loves when you hold him and run your fingers through his hair, when you press loving kisses along his face and neck, and when you let him complain about what's troubling him. Not many people listen to Helen, so he loves the fact that you're always willing to lend an ear for him.

Eyeless Jack:

It's pretty hard to get Jack stressed out. These occurrences are very rare, although very easy to spot. He normally isolates himself and tries to avoid coming into contact with people until he's got himself sorted out, and will usually be hidden somewhere dark and quiet where he can keep his thoughts to himself.

If his s/o wants to cheer him up, he might just have them be in the same room with him, although he'd prefer if they were quiet, as he just needs their presence. If he's feeling a little better he might wrap himself around them as if they're his warm pillow, and let himself sleep for a few hours in that position.

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[crowtrinkets]

Wet Cobblestone

The Apprentice works as Julian's apprentice, but they're having a hard time dealing with the reality of the Red Plague. They miss Asra and try to find comfort in... other forms.

Julian and GN!Apprentice

Word Count: 4,095

Warning: Drinking to cope and big sad

(Am I writing to avoid responsibilities? Yes)

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Wet cobblestone. It's never really a thing you pay attention to, not unless you’re trying to forget something. Something so heart-wrenchingly cruel and painful that you’ll pay attention to the sounds of your boots sauntering across wet cobblestone. Trying to clear your mind after condemning someone to death. Life was easy when I was simply a magician, before the plague, before Asra, before I became a doctor’s apprentice. I didn’t think it would be this difficult, I thought I could cure the plague. But at this point, it’s become a wave, and it’s going to swallow this city whole. I should have left.

The bell jingling on the door of Julian's clinic snaps me out of my thoughts. I didn’t even realize I had already made my way across town from my house call. I was returning from a patient visit. It wasn’t a good one. I remove my mask and take a deep sigh, wiping the sweat off my skin, it may be cold out in Vesuvia but wearing a mask for hours takes its toll. I drop my mask onto Julian's desk as I walk into the back supply room. A wave of emotions overtakes me as I feel my heart racing in my chest. I take a deeply pained gasp trying to compose myself, but it only wills the tears into falling faster. The aching pain in my heart manifests itself in my sobs, I cover my mouth with my leather gloved hand trying to stifle it. Falling to my knees I sob silently. Mourning the victims, mourning myself, mourning my confidence. Did I really think I could cure the plague? Me? A lowly magician? One who couldn’t even manage a relationship, and drove my once chance away.

The wind howls outside, whistling as it makes its way through the drafts of Julian’s clinic. I continue to cry but not as hard. It always goes like this, I hide, I cry, I stop and I go back to work. Slowly standing, I sniffle and wipe my face with my sleeve. I then hear footsteps and start to frantically dry my eyes. I can’t let Julian see me like this, he always tries to take the burden of my pain and I can't let him do that, he’s already too busy. Still wiping my face I quickly walk out of the supply closet but run head-on into the man in front of me.

“Oh my! Oh hello there MC? Oh uh… are you alright?” It's Julian. I avoid looking at him, hoping he doesn’t see the redness of my eyes, stinging from my tears. I slowly nod.

“Yes… I’m alright Julian, thank you,” I slowly back away but he brings an arm around my shoulder.

“Come, I think we both deserve some tea, hm?” He guides me to the clinic kitchen. It's small and has an even smaller chair with a few tables. But it's cozy and a perfect place for tea, and for becoming existential on those especially hard days. I sit at the table and Julian approaches the stove. He fills the kettle with water and searches for matches to light the wood-fire stove.

“Hrm uh, I can’t seem to find the uh… would you mind?” Before he can finish I give Julian a quick nod as I approach the stove. Opening the hatch I use my magic to create a modest fire.

“Ahh, thank you, my dear, I knew having a magician as an apprentice would come in handy,” Julian winks, it causes me to give a small smile, but in an instant, it's gone, and I turn to take my place back at the table. Julian takes to standing by the stove, almost like he thinks watching the pot will cause the water to boil faster. It does not matter to me, I’m still going through the motions of my solo adventure in the supply closet. A few minutes go by and Julian prepares two cups of tea. He offers me sugar which I accept, before placing my cup in front of me and taking the seat across. We sit in silence, sipping our warm beverages, listening to the wind howling outside as rain slowly approaches. The sweetness of the sugar is nice on my tongue, but I still feel the ache in my chest. Julian can’t seem to sit still. His eyes shift from me to his cup, me, cup, the wall, cup, me. I can’t take his fidgeting much longer.

“Are you going to ask me why I was crying?” Julian jumps a little when I break the silence.

“I don’t wish to impose but, not every day you find your apprentice crying in a supply closet,” he attempts to joke. Oh if only he knew.

“I made a house call, to a family of four. They’re all infected and very far along in their symptoms,” I circle my finger around the rim of my cup, attempting to keep my composure. “They’re all being sent to the Lazaret as we speak,” Julian gives me a knowing nod. Humming in response as he glares into his cup. We both know this feeling too well. Having to send innocent people to their demise, where they will be cremated, and buried. Without a marker, without a proper funeral.

“You know what they said to me?” My voice wavers. “They said that they were going to dress in the nicest clothing they had before they left for the Lazaret… so they could go out… looking their best,” hot wet tears start to fall down my face again. I bring my hand to my face, but I stop when the leather makes contact with my hand. These hands, they try to help, but all they can do is condemn people to death, and prolong their suffering by keeping them alive, occasionally aiding the pain. But it's only temporary. I rip off my gloves and send them across the room. As far away from me as possible. Bringing my face into my hands I begin to sob once again.

I hear Julian stand in his chair, and then I feel two arms bring me into the warm hug. The first hug I’ve had in… a while, not since before my fight with Asra. I turn into his chest, letting ugly sobs escape me, while I cling to him like a lost child. All Julian does is hug me, stroking my back with a hand. But it’s the comfort I’ve needed for a while.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be working and here I am sobbing into your shoulder,” I finally pull away from Julian, my hands still on his chest. He keeps one hand on my shoulder, while the other rests on my hand placed over his heart.

“Well I didn’t think we were on the clock, I thought we were just having a tea break hm?” Julian's warm voice always seemed to soothe me in times of stress. But I’ve never broken down like this in front of him. Ever since taking up my apprenticeship with him, I’ve always tried to be the stronger one. Julian is definitely one for dramatics so I thought I had to be strong to compensate. For the sake of morals. What a load of good that did me.

I give Julian a nod, and stare at his hand, pressed softly on top of mine. Despite his gloves, I can feel just how cold his hands are. When I brought it up in the past he said something about it “matching his heart” but I know in reality Julian is a softy. I mean he made me tea and let me cry into his clothes. I flush slightly and pull my hands back. How long have I been holding on to him?

“Thank you, Julian,” I gaze into his kind, stormy eyes. He looks like he hasn’t been sleeping well. I probably look no better, however. I can't sleep. I spend every night haunted by my patients, their cries and wet coughs echoing in my head. I can't even sleep in my own bed, it feels empty and without life. Sometimes I sleep at my desk in the clinic. I wait until Julian has left, or has promptly passed out at his own desk, and try to get some sleep, but even then.

My eyes travel Julian’s face as he still crouches beside me, a hand on my shoulder. I reach my hand up and I tuck a strand of his auburn hair behind his ear, he shivers slightly at the contact. Is this ok? To be like this towards him? I’m his apprentice but… maybe I can be selfish. Just this once. I grab his other hand, lacing our fingers together. Julian’s eyes have gone wide, a flush of pink settling on his face. He stands instantly, pulling away, and clears his throat.

“W-well it seems the rain has let up? And oh! It must be half past 5, and you know what they say about 5 o’clock,” gathering our now cold tea and disposing of it. I suddenly feel cold at the loss of his touch. No, maybe I was doing too much. We work together this isn't some fling like we’re teenagers. Professional, yes.

“I-I could go for a drink,” Julian whips around from the sink and looks at me. A grin forming on his lips. I stand and awkwardly grab my gloves from the corner where I threw them.

“I’ll just change into regular clothing, I think seeing a doctor at a bar will damper the mood,” with a nod from Julian, I exit into the bathroom where Julian and I keep our personal items. I remove my protective gear, undoing the claps and putting it away along with my gloves. I grab my travel cloak and swing it around my shoulders. Exiting the bathroom I go to find Julian. A few drinks couldn’t hurt especially after the day I had.

“Ready to go, my dear?” He asks exiting the kitchen, putting his arm out for me to grasp. With a nod I take it and we exit the clinic together.

—- At the Rowdy Raven

How many tankards has it been? 3? 4? 6? I lost track. The world around me swirls, I hear people shouting because of an unfair card game. I rub a hand across my face, my lips are numb, just like my emotions. Good, I don’t want to feel tonight. I can't remember the last time I drank this much. Julian approaches with a glass of water and hands it to me.

“I uh, think you should drink this, and maybe I should walk you home,” I take the glass reluctantly and take a sip. It's cold and soothes the burn in my chest.

“Wow doctor, if I didn’t know you well enough I think you’d be tryna get me to take you home,” my words slur out. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or my loneliness but Julian is looking extra… something. Shit, I'm not sure, my words are failing me. My eyes are blurry and sounds seem to echo but I think I can see Julian blushing.

“Just, drink your water, I don’t think you will be able to work effectively with a hangover,” he sits next to me and moves the glass closer. With a groan, I take the drink and slowly but eventually finish it all. Feeling a little bit more sober, Julian and I leave the Raven together.

Right out the door, I stumble, Julian catches me by the elbows.

“Woah there! Maybe I should’ve had you drink another glass,” he laughs putting an arm around me to support me, his embrace is warm in comparison to the biting cold wind outside. The walk back to my shop is quiet. There's no conversation, just the sound of our shoes tapping along the wet cobblestone, and me occasionally losing my balance. The wind starts to pick up, sending leaves through the air. I stumble a little against it as it whips my face leaving me shivering. That’ll sober you up. I then feel a drop fall onto my head. Julian and I stop mid-walk and look up at the sky.

“It would seem the storm has picked up,” I nod in response, Julian then looks at me, his usual smirk plastered on his lips. “Think you’re sober enough to run?” He asks.

“Run?” I tilt my head. Just then the rain starts to pick up, and a downpour approaches. “Run!” I shout. We both take off in the rain, headed towards my shop. I grab onto Julian's hand hoping to keep up with him and we laugh as we race through the streets. We finally approach my shop and I hastily open it so we can get warm and dry.

I close the door and lean against it, heart-pounding and breath heavy. Julian is leaning on the counter trying to catch his own breath. I watch as he runs a hand through his hair, sending rain droplets onto his shoulders. The moon shines through a window, illuminating his pale skin. My stomach starts to flutter with nerves, or maybe it's the alcohol. I gulp.

“My, I didn’t expect it to come down like that!” Julian laughs. He rights himself and walks in a circle, observing my shop. “I don’t think I’ve ever really seen the inside of your shop,” he glances at me.

“Oh yea, I um haven't been keeping it open lately cause I’ve been too busy so it’s a little messy… sorry,” I nervously fiddle with the seam of my cloak. Why am I so flustered? Professional! this is a PROFESSIONAL setting. Just two co-workers who went out for drinks… and held hands in the rain… and now he's wet... in my shop. Oh, he’s wet! He’s going to catch a cold!

“W-why don’t I make us some tea and I’ll grab you a towel dry off?” I head towards the stairs and stop before I go up, looking at Julian over my shoulder. Please follow please follow please follow. He nods and we both ascend the stairs.

After clumsily filling the kettle and starting the stove, Julian tries to make me sit, but I insist I am fine and that the rain sobered me up. However I am not fine, I can manage on my own but my emotions are all over the place, why is Julian making me feel so strange? Why am I feeling things towards him? Like I want him to touch me and... No! Professional.

I find a few mismatched towels and bring them over. I hand them to Julian as I take one myself and dry myself off. I technically have a spell to fix all this but… I don’t want him to leave. Julian wraps a towel around his shoulders as he sits in a chair at the table. And then silence falls upon us once again.

“Um, thank you again, Julian, you always seem to know how to cheer me up,” I stand awkwardly, shifting my weight and avoiding Julian's eyes.

“Well, what kind of boss would I be if I didn’t take my employees out every once in a while?” He tries to be suave, but I can sense some unease in his voice. Water drips from his hair to his shoulders.

“Oh! Your hair is still wet,” I approach the table and grab a smaller towel, placing it on Julian, covering his face. Without thinking I begin to dry his hair. Rubbing the towel all over.

“Oh um, thank you,” Julian says. I freeze in place. What the hell am I doing. I slowly move my hands from the top of Julian's head to the back, towards his nape, where I slowly pull off the towel so it falls on his shoulders revealing his face. However, never in all my days did I expect Julian to be gazing at me like he was. His eyes were wide, filled with surprise and wonder. His mouth agape as he looked up at me, still slouched in the chair while I stand between his legs. My arms rest on his shoulders as I look down at him. Neither of us speaks a word. Suddenly I feel Julian’s arms, wrap around my back, he’s not grabbing me, just holding me, keeping me in place. I catch his eyes flick up and down multiple times. And I would be lying if I said mine wasn’t doing so too. The moonlight once again beams through the window as it pokes through the clouds. Illuminating Julians face with a cool glow. But at the same moment, my eye catches a glimpse of something on the table. I look over Julian's shoulders at it. No, it can't be, it was too dark in here to see but now that the moon is out... I see it. The succulent Asra bought me a while ago. It’s dead. A wave of emotion overtakes me, I look down at Julian who stares up at me, confused and almost expectantly.

“Julian, I-I’m so sorry,” I pull away from him, turning my back to face him. Trying to hide my embarrassment. “I shouldn’t have done that, or any of the things I did, I’m sorry. I’m just a mess,”

“A mess? Whatever makes you say that” I hear Julian stand, the chair squeaking as he pushes it back into place. I turn around and gesture towards the potted plant in the center of the table.

“The plant it was a gift from… from a friend, and I let it die,” My vision starts to become blurry once again.

“Well I’m sure your friend would understand, you have been busy lately-“

“You don’t understand!” The flood gates open. “I can’t even keep a plant alive let alone my patients! And all day I’ve just been selfish trying to flirt with you when I could have been working!” The ugly sobs return, I cry into my towel, hoping I’ll open my eyes and all of this will be a dream. How embarrassing I must look.

In the midst of my cries I hear the kettle started whistling. Mid sob, I turn toward the kitchenette and prepare tea for Julian and me. No cream or sugar for Julian, a teaspoon of sugar for myself. I turn around to give Julian his tea but he’s already behind me, reaching for the cup. He takes his drink and sits back at the table, and I join him with my respective cup. Snapping my finger, I like the singular candle on my kitchen table. Once again we are sat in silence drinking our tea. I’ve stopped sobbing, but my tears continue to fall.

“I’m sorry again Julian,” I sniffle between words. “I cannot lie I had an ulterior motive to bring you to my shop, but I shouldn’t have done that,” I’m too embarrassed to even meet his gaze.

“It’s alright, I cannot lie and say I didn’t sense you were up to something, so in a sense, I should also be apologizing,” I meet Julian’s eyes once again, he’s staring at me with a smile that doesn’t meet his eyes. Taking a sip of his tea he continues.

“I understand it’s been hard for… all of us, because of the plague, but you can't allow it to overtake you and make you feel weak,” at this point I have calmed down, my cheeks stained in tears and my nose sniffly. I nod in response, gazing at my poor succulent.

“You said a friend gifted it to you?” Julian tries to strike up a conversation.

“Yes… he um loved to travel and would bring me gifts often,” I take a sip of my tea trying to keep myself composed.

“Were you close?” Julian asks. My eyes shift to his wondrous expression.

“Yes along the lines of that,” I pause for a second contemplating if I should tell him. “We got into an argument when the plague first became really bad. He wanted to leave, and I wanted to stay and help… So he left,” the last few words taste bitter in my mouth.

“Do you miss him?” I pause for a minute before I finally nod. Embarrassed to confess to Julian I was essentially trying to use him.

“I hope you don’t think ill of me… I should really stay away from the bottle,” I laugh bitterly. Julian quietly laughs in response.

“I could never think ill of you,”

“Thank you….” I glance out the window, the rain is still coming down hard. I don’t want to kick Julian out after I treated him so terribly.

“Would you like to sleep here, tonight? Just because of the rain and… I would feel awful sending you to walk home in that,” I gesture to the window. Julian gives me a smile and nods.

“Yes that would be lovely, I can sleep on the floor,”

“Oh no! You can sleep in my bed I insist!”

“I feel sleeping in your bed is a step backward from today,” he jokes. I flush with embarrassment.

“I suppose so,” I stand from the table and collect the cups and bring them to the sink. After cleaning the mess and gathering the laundry I hand Julian some pillows and blankets from my bed. Julian then goes into the bathroom to get ready for bed leaving me alone. I quickly change into my sleep clothes and stare at my bed before climbing in. I haven’t slept in my own bed in a while. I’ve been avoiding my shop like… well, you know. The memory of Asra and I fighting haunts me in my sleep. And now all I can think of when I’m here is how he would hold me in bed. I couldn’t bear to sleep in it alone.

“Well I don’t think staring at your bed will help you fall asleep any faster,” I whip around to see Julian, standing in nothing but trousers. I try not to let him see my flush.

“Yes of course,” I crawl into bed and wrap myself in a blanket and try not to stare while Julian approaches and lays on the floor beside my bed. He lets out a sigh once he’s comfortable and then there is silence. Had it not been for the rain beating hard on the windows, Julian would have heard my loud nervous breathing. I can’t remember the last time I slept in my own bed let alone while someone was here with me. I shut my eyes and try to will myself asleep.

Nothings working, my mind wanders worried about my patients, about my poor plants, about Asra, about Julian, about my shop. Anything and everything is causing anxiety in my mind. I toss and turn in bed trying to get comfortable but nothing works. After what feels like 2 hours have passed I finally open my eyes and let out a huff.

“Can’t sleep?” Julian’s groggy tone cuts through the silence. I let out a sigh.

“Yes… I haven’t had much sleep lately, I guess I’m not used to sleeping alone,”

“We’ll you’re technically not alone right now…”

“Yes I guess you’re right… But there's a difference between someone sleeping in your bed and someone sleeping next to your bed,” Julian lets out a short laugh.

“Yes I guess that is so, I’ve never had the best luck sleeping either… would you… would you want me to hold your hand?”

“What?” I quickly sit up and look over the edge of my bed at Julian. It’s very dark but I feel that I can see him blushing.

“Well you know, so you don’t feel like you’re sleeping alone,” his voice wavers slightly. I guess that makes sense.

“Ok,” I say. I then lay on my stomach and scooch to the edge of the bed and allow my arm to hang over the side, my hand finds Julians and we both lay there in silence. Our hands interlocked, listening as the rain comes down in the streets. Julian's hands are still cold as usual, but it’s soothing in a sense, against my hands that are usually hot and aching with tension like the rest of my body. I eventually hear Julian’s breath still into a sleepy rhythm. I keep my eyes on him, watching his chest rise and fall as tendrils of moonlight poke through the curtains. Eventually, I close my eyes, and slowly but surely I fall asleep into a warm comforting slumber.

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[wondersofdreaming]

Age is just a number

Characters: Henry Cavill x female reader

Word count: 1.828

Warnings: Family drama. Fluff.

Author’s note: Anonymous request:

“A fic about a relationship with a 10 year age gap (or so) with Henry? Love your writing!”

The poem used in this drabble is by William Blake called ‘Infant Joy’

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader and her family, who are figments of my imagination.

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You were bringing your boyfriend with you home. He was going to meet your crazy family for the first time. You had only been dating Henry Cavill for six months. He had already introduced you to his family within the first month of your relationship, while you were a little more hesitant. Well, a lot more hesitant. Your family were a little more… what’s the word?... conservative. Your own father still had quarrels with his siblings, parents, and other family members, because he married a woman 13 years his junior. It wasn’t like there was a massive age gap between you and Henry, eight years weren’t that bad, but you never knew with your family. They could make you shrink to the size of an ant with just a look and a tsk-sound.

Your stomach was in knots as Henry drove you to your parent’s home. There were at least nine cars in the driveway. You swallowed the clump that was stuck in your throat. Henry took your hand in his and squeezed.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s going to be alright.” He whispered and kissed your knuckles.

“You don’t know my family. They are the most judgemental people on the planet.” You whispered back.

“What, they don’t like English men?” He chuckled.

“That, and the fact that you’re eight years older than me. Everything above four years older is looked down on.”

“Let’s wait and see.”

“And you being an actor is not helping my case,” you continued rambling, “Maybe the children will love the fact that I’m dating Superman, but the older people don’t watch movies much, and especially not superhero movies.”

Henry shut you up by kissing you. All your nerves calmed down for a moment as he expertly moved his tongue with yours.

“Now, let’s go meet your family.” He breathed.

Your parents greeted you at the front door. They had already met Henry on several occasions back in London. You could hear the children running around in the back yard and a baby, your cousin’s youngest daughter perhaps, wailing somewhere.

As you walked towards the back yard, the children swarmed you with hugs, as they told you that they had missed you and asking what kind of presents you had brought with you this time. You shook your head and told them that you brought Superman, they all rolled their eyes, thinking you were lying until Henry stepped outside. Their little minds were blown away as they scrambled to get a touch from Superman himself. They asked him all kinds of questions in your native language, which Henry didn’t understand, but your mother came to his rescue, as she was an ‘outsider’ as well, from another country that spoke another language.

Your cousin walked out from having tried to calm her baby down in the living room. She gave you a quick side hug while bouncing the baby. The children having gotten all their answers went back to playing on the trampoline.

“So, this is your boyfriend, huh?” Your cousin asked as Henry walked over to you, pulling you close to him and smiling towards your cousin and the baby.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Henry.” He said and extended his right hand, which your cousin shook with a bit of difficulty as the baby was trying to wiggle out of her arm.

“Nice to meet you too, I’ve heard much about you. I’m sorry, Mellie isn’t very fond of big crowds, so she might be in a sour mood all day.” Your cousin said with a bit of sadness in her voice. You looked around your family, not really wanting to introduce Henry to them, but then an idea lit up in your mind.

“Why don’t you let Henry try and comfort her? He’s very good with babies. He has an army of nieces and nephews. Then you can relax a little.” You said and reached for the wiggling baby, who grabbed your T-shirt in her small fists. Your cousin reluctantly let her go.

“Are you sure?”

“Let me show you.”

You handed the screaming baby to Henry, who cradled her in his big muscular arms. She stopped crying the moment her head touched his chest above his heart. His steady heartbeat could soothe any angry baby. Your cousin’s eyes widened in surprise.

“How on earth did you do that?” She asked, “I’ve been trying to make her stop crying for over an hour. Did you use magic or something? What’s your secret?”

“No magic here, madam. Babies just like me.” Henry smiled; he rested the baby on his shoulder as he patted her back. His hand larger than the baby’s back, almost swallowing her whole.

“Well, whatever you did, thank you. I’m going to go get myself something to eat. Let me know when she needs changing or gets hungry.”

“Oh hush, give me the diaper bag. I know you have formula in there. We’ll look after this baby, while you go give your other children some attention.” You said and pulled at the bag on your cousin’s shoulder. She handed you the bag and with a big smile on her face, left to find food and then check on her two older children.

“What is your plan, sweetie?” Your mother asked.

“Nobody in this family will yell at a man with a sleeping baby.” You told her.

“You, my darling baby-girl, are a sneaky little one.” She kissed your cheek and left to find your father. You looped your arm through Henry’s free one and dragged him slowly to the group of uncles and male cousins, who were giving you the stinky eye.

“It’s good to finally see you.” One of your uncles said as he hugged you. The rest gave you either side hugs or shook your hand, everyone shook Henry’s free hand.

“How is my granddaughter?” Your other uncle asked Henry and nodded to the sleeping baby.

“She is absolutely a delight, sir. Nodded off as soon as she got into my arms.” Henry told him with a soft smile.

“She has a temper. Everyone in this family has. If you have children with my niece here, they will wail all night long too.”

“Perhaps, but when your niece and I have children, I will gladly walk the hallways all night for my own crying baby.”

There was a grumble of acknowledgement from all the men. You nearly did a victory dance. Henry had won over the men in your family, now on to the worst part, the aunts and female cousins. You gulped as you led Henry towards a large wooden table, where all the women sat and chatted away.

“Hello darling, long time no see. How are you?” Your aunt asked as she kissed both your cheeks.

“I’m well, thank you. This is my boyfriend, Henry.” You introduced Henry as you went around, hugged and kissed every cheek around the table. All your aunts went to kiss both Henry’s cheeks and pull him close, so close in fact that their bosoms were squashed all over his chest. He carefully moved the baby higher up his shoulder as to not let the baby be squeezed between them, and not to wake her up.

“So nice to finally meet you. How old are you?” Another aunt chimed in and gave him two huge smack kisses on his cheeks that left lipstick marks.

“Wonderful to meet you too. I am 36.” He told them.

“Why did you find such an old man, darling?” A third aunt asked you. You sighed.

Oh boy, here we go.

The women weren’t going to invite Henry into the family without a fight.

“Aunt Liz, there is only eight years between us.” You said between clenched teeth. Your parents moved towards you with concerned looks. Your eyes begging for their help.

“He is too old for you to have children with. You should find someone closer to your own age.” A fourth aunt said.

“Besides, dear cousin, you aren’t young anymore. You need someone with young sperm.” Your eldest cousin told you in a teasing tone. You started blushing, not wanting to talk sperm or eggs nor how to make babies, with them.

“I think we’re good in the children’s department. When we’re ready to have kids, we’ll have kids. Besides, I have four brothers, and they all have children, so no worries about my ageing sperm, they are quite healthy and plentiful.” Henry said with a cheeky smile. A soft blush was rising from his neck and up. His heart must have been beating faster as it woke Mellie, who started fussing.

“Here, let me take my granddaughter since you upset her.” Your aunt Liz said and outstretched her arms towards the baby.

“It’s alright. She’ll be content in just a minute.” Henry said, as he moved the baby to cradle her in one arm, while he stroked her blonde hair with his other hand, but she fussed a little. Henry started reciting a poem by William Blake:

“I have no name I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name, Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old, Sweet joy I call thee; Thou dost smile. I sing the while Sweet joy befall thee.”

His voice was low and husky. The poem was one of your favourites, so he had memorized it. You had once told him that your maternal grandmother had recited that poem to you when you were a baby, and she had handwritten it down for you to tell your own children. The note had been framed and was hanging in your office.

All your aunts, cousins, even your parents sighed, when Henry finished the poem. Your mother had tears in her eyes, as she also knew the poem inside out. The baby had been lulled back to sleep by Henry’s deep soothing voice.

“Well…” Your aunt Liz started, “Henry, you may be older than what we’re used to here, but you have a good head on your shoulders, and my granddaughter obviously like you, so, welcome to the family.”

You heard your father let out a breath of relief. Both you and Henry wore bright smiles on your faces. All the stress from thinking your family wouldn’t accept Henry washed away. He had won them over, changed their minds about age.

A few hours later you were driving back to your hotel.

“Your family wasn’t so bad.” Henry noted.

“That’s because you charmed them to death by holding a baby and reciting a poem about a mother and her joyous baby.”

“What can I say? I am an English gentleman; charm is my middle name.”

“I’m just glad that the age difference isn’t a problem with them anymore.”

“Darling, age is just a number.” He said, as he helped you out of the car and kissed you senseless in the parking lot underneath a starry night.

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[miastideclock]

Yang Jeongin Drabble, “Inside Beauty.”

@jhopesdimples​ hello! im a new skz and bts blog and i found yours and have been reading all ur skz stuff at the moment. can i request a jeongin drabble where the reader is insecure about being older and slightly bigger than him? preferably filled with angst but a happy ending? it’s okay if not! keep writing it’s so good! 💖

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Word Count: 1790 Warnings: Eating disorder, but not really??? I don’t know, but just in case it might be triggering, sorry

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It had been a long day, and you were happy that you could spend the rest of the day hanging out with your boyfriend and your friends. More often than not you found yourself at the Stray Kids dorm, hanging out with the boys and having fun. That was how you ended up falling for Jeongin, and luckily- he returned the favor. 

After months of begging to management, they finally lifted the dating ban for the group, making all of them go over the moon. That included you, as that meant you could go public with Jeongin, the love of your life. 

You knew you weren’t perfect, but Jeongin loved you despite that, and that made you fall for him even more. 

It was no secret that you were on the heavier side, and it probably didn’t help that you were also taller than him. But when you were with Jeongin, you instantly forgot all of that. Or at least until Jeongin’s leader, Chan, got a girlfriend for himself.

She was two years younger than him, about five inches shorter than him, and easing in on the skinny side. She was super nice, and never did you any harm, but she made you think. 

“Would Jeongin prefer it if I was like her? Younger, shorter and all around smaller?” But everytime the thought crossed your mind, you forced it out. He loved you like you were, and nothing could change that. But still, you found yourself thinking whenever you were at the dorm.

“Come sit on my lap.” “Let me give you a piggyback ride!” “You’re so tiny and cute!”

Things you heard on a daily basis, but they were never to you. It was Chan talking to his girlfriend, Lacey. They were super cute together, you had to admit- but it got a bit frustrating at times, always comparing yourself to her. 

After a while, you found yourself skipping meals, and walking the long way to work. You would suggest going for walks rather than watching movies like you always did. Jeongin didn’t notice it at first, and much like a puppy-dog was just excited to spend time with you, whether it was on the couch or going for a walk. He did however, notice when your mood had dropped over the last few weeks. At first he connected it to stress at work, and figured you would talk to him if you needed to- that much he trusted you on. But when you never spoke about it, and you never got any happier, he got concerned. 

You were on a walk the first time Jeongin asked. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” 

It had caught you off guard as he had cut himself off to ask you. You had originally talked about his upcoming schedule, but he figured work talk could wait until later. 

“Yeah, I’m good! Why’re you asking?” You lied through your teeth. You weren’t okay, but you couldn’t tell him. He wouldn’t understand. He had hundred of thousands of girl confessing their undying love for him every single day. They praised him like a god, kept telling him he was perfect just the way he was and that he should never change. He could never understand the feeling of not being good enough.

“Just wondering. Maybe my Spidey-senses are off.” He chuckled and continued to swing your hand back and forth as you walked through the park. 

Another week passed before the topic came up again. You were sleeping over at the dorm as they had nothing scheduled for the next morning, however, you found yourself wide awake at two am. You had tried to force your eyes shut for the past three hours, but to no avail. You eventually gave up and made your way to the kitchen, careful not to wake up your boyfriend, who was sleeping soundly next to you. 

You wanted to make yourself a cup of hot tea to maybe soothe you into sleep, but you forgot where they kept the kettle. After looking through about seventy-five percent of the cupboards, you heard footsteps creep up behind you. You turned around and met the face of a might confused and sleepy Lacey. Chan’s girlfriend.

“Hey, sorry. Did I wake you?” You asked in a whisper, her quickly shaking her head. 

“Oh don’t worry! I was looking to make myself some tea. I assume that’s what you’re doing as well?” She spoke, a smile prominent on her lips.

Lacey was one of the sweetest girls you had ever met, which made the situation even more annoying- because god knows you wanted to dislike her. Dislike her for making you doubt yourself, and even worse- making you doubt Jeongin.

“Yeah, but I forgot where they keep the kettle.” You smiled sheepishly. Lacey chuckled and opened one of the cupboards you had already looked through. “I don’t know why they feel the need to hide it, like if they’re getting robbed, I hardly think this will be the first thing they’d steal.” She snickered and pulled the kettle out from the very back. 

Silence overcame you as she filled it with water and plugged it into the wall. The soft sound of silence blended well with the heating water, it eventually coming to a boil. 

“Would you like milk or sugar?” You asked as you prepared two cups, each with a teabag. You had silently assigned each task, as Lacey watched the kettle and you grabbed the tea.

“I actually have it with a teaspoon of honey! You have to try it, it’s so yummy.” She beamed, grabbing the honey that was sat on the counter. You nodded and let her put the honey in each of the cups before pouring in the boiling water. 

After you had cleared away the equipment and the things you had used, you both grabbed your respected cups and headed to the living room, sitting down on the couch before kick-starting another conversation.

“I know we don’t know each other all that well, but maybe it even helps that we’re borderline strangers. Are you alright these days? I’m so sorry if I come off as intrusive, it’s just that the boys have talked about you acting a bit off lately, and they don’t really know how to go about it.” Lacey spoke in her soft voice, a bit of an accent shining though, but you couldn’t place it. 

Her words hit you harder than you had originally anticipated, making tears burn at the brim of your eyes. 

“I don’t know, Lacey.” Your voice broke and you quickly shifted your gaze from her down to your cup of steaming tea. You weren’t okay, and you knew that. You hadn’t been okay for a while. At first, you thought your insecurities had just been an inconvenience, and nothing more. But as time went by, you found it eating you up from the inside. No matter what it was, you always thought about how you looked, especially compared to Jeongin, and how you were scared to talk to him about it. 

So that was exactly what you told Lacey. And before you knew it, you were crying, as was she when she confessed her own insecurities and issues. It ended up with both of you having to put down your cups on the table, because you were both crying and shaking. 

“I know exactly what you’re feeling, babe. Every single day, we have to look at all of those beautiful fans and its only natural for us to compare ourselves! But I do know one thing. Jeongin loves you just as much as you love him, maybe even more. And yes those fans are beautiful- but as are you. So talk to him, maybe he’ll understand.” Lacey finally spoke after you both had controlled your breathing.

You gave her a hug, and decided it was better to do it now, despite the fact that it was almost four am. If you didn’t do it now, who knows when you’d muster up the courage to do it.

Sneaking back into his room, you closed the door carefully behind you, then made your way over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge you carefully shook his body. “Babe, Jeongin? I need to talk to you.” 

He quickly stirred awake, confused and tired. “What’s going on? Y/N, are you okay?” He suddenly came to it, scared for your wellbeing. 

“Actually, I’m not, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I know you asked me a few times last week if I was doing okay, and I lied. I haven’t been doing good for a while. It was like everything hit me all at once, and I don’t know what to say. It’s no secret I’m bigger than you, and that’s never bothered me until recently. I keep seeing all of your beautiful fans, and I keep thinking ‘wow, he has a lot of options. I wonder how long it’ll take before he find someone prettier and better than me. I feel like just a detail in your picture, you know?” You were crying again at this point, and Jeongin looked at you with all the sorrow in the world as he held your hand and listened to you. 

He would never have guessed that was why you had been upset. You always carried yourself with such grace and confidence, it made him swoon. 

“Y/N, baby. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? You know something like that will never happen. Sure, we have pretty fans, but they are nothing compared to you. You are my everything, and even though you are the most breathtaking person I have ever seen, it’s not that that made me fall in love with you. It’s your inside beauty. Your inside beauty shines through your whole self, making you stand out. Not like the flower-crown in a boy’s hair, or the diamonds around a woman’s neck. You are stunning, and so much more than just a detail, you are the picture. You are the view. You can easily be compared to a sunset, or the starry sky a late night, but you are so much more than that too. Both outside and inside beauty like yours is so much rarer than that. You are the northern lights people travel long and far to see. You Y/N, you are unique in the best possible way.” 

You were sobbing, to say the least. Jeongin had even shed a few tears, heartbroken that his baby was hurting. He then quickly pulled you into a hug, holding you tight as you both cried, no longer sad tears, but happy ones.

You couldn’t believe how insanely lucky you were to have someone like him in your life, and that you could call him yours.

“I love you.”

I really hope you like it! 

Feel free to request more!!

-bentley

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Can I have #12 from the fluff with wooyoung🥺

Safe Haven J.Wooyoung

Requested prompt:

“I wanna kiss you right now”

⁞ ❏. Synopsis: Wooyoung wants to comfort you after you isolated yourself due to insecurities and overthinking.

⁞ ❏. Genre: Angst > Fluff

⁞ ❏. Pairing: Female Reader X Jung Wooyoung

⁞ ❏. Warnings: Unhealthy coping, cursing, mentions of suicide, and mental health.

⁞ ❏.A/N: I just wanna say babes I love you! And I know how horrible and rocky life is for you right now, but you are worth it and you always have me to confide in. I lowkey made myself cry I listened to one day at a time by ateez then after that I listened to seasons by 6lack so I'm fucked up clearly.

The silence in the apartment. The trickle of eradicated breathing, the fingers of a tornado gripping the sheets. Beads of sweat staining the pillow hair and skin infusing to the bed. Your eyes open to stare at the blank canvas of a ceiling. Eyes wandering over the cracks painted in the crevices. The technicolor screen projected on the palette, weakly your fingers reach over for your phone. ”Babyboy🦋” the bold font decreasing your heart rate, the white-blue screen glowed upon your skin.

”Hello?” you choke through the silence; wooyoung knew you better than anyone after your parents. His body immediately sat up against his headboard, the unsettling aura settled on him, yeosang stared at his friend; unaware of what he heard all he could recognize was wooyoung rambling his hands through his hair. ”hey, you okay? Baby talk to me” wooyoung already has one foot out the bed. But the bold numbers on the clock prevented him from going any further. He wanted to hold her; dip his fingers into her back to soothe her he wanted her hair tickling his collarbone. Her scent of vanilla extract and caramel seeping into his nose comforting him.

”i—” you start, but the fear of speaking too much opening and closing the glasshouse spiking cracks. You knew you couldn't hold water; you didn't want to drown him you didn't want to smother him. ”oh my god” you dropped the phone the sheets muffling your hard cries. Wooyoung stuck between breaking rules to come to see you, to knock on your door. But it was too late.

Wooyoung wouldn't be able to step an inch out of the dorm, and that is what frustrated him even more. ”baby? Baby?” is all you heard as it faded into the background. The line disconnected, as the stress shadowed on wooyoung. Yeosang ran up to wooyoung who was desperate for a hug. But was more desperate to hold you. “Let’s go talk to the CEO,” no questions asked wooyoung took off faster than his words.

When he was granted the okay, the driver arrived at your house. You were sitting on your carpet dried tears stained on your cheeks, with puffy eyes. The way your eyes glided you to the pills pleading you in with its poised stanzas. The sound of banging on the door was the only thing saving you from slipping into subspace. Your legs quivered as you answered the door. Both from anxiety and the brisk air. “Wooyoung?” You called his name, realizing your mistake you shun your head down “I’m—“ wooyoung leaving no room for an apology engulfed you in his arms, his hand protectively around your head. Helping you back in the house.

“Baby—don’t leave me, please. I know it’s hard to express how you’re feeling and admitting to the pain. I’m here for whenever you’d like me to know your worries, baby I just want you to know you’re not alone, even when you feel like it, I’ll hold you and let you cry in my arms all day I don’t care” wooyoung pulls out of your neck to stare into your broken eyes. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, even if you don’t tell me what’s wrong” his thumb sweeps through tears under your eye ducts.

“I’m scared to rant to anyone—“ your hiccups interrupted you as the tears travel down to your chin hugging it neatly. “Hey-hey, you don’t have to explain everything to me right now, let’s get you comfortable first” you go in his arms his fingers hugging your thighs that are attached to his waist. His foot pushing open the door. His fingers delicately removing himself from your body. Whining in a touch starved form wooyoung placed a soft print to your temple. You missed him. As much as you pushed him away, you missed him and you felt bad. Another reason you’ve been crying. His smile appears from the edge of his bed holding a hoodie of his.

“Wear it” he implies, you sat up grabbing the cloudy fabric sliding your head through, and smiled from its warmth. “I need you warm my dear” wooyoung pats your head, his fingers cruising over your head. “I’m sorry” the mumbles escaped, only made him frown. Wooyoung was pondering why you were apologizing to him, you’ve done nothing wrong in his eyes. Pain is inevitable, no one can control that.

Wooyoung says nothing but pulls you into his arms your nose touching his collarbone, fingers attached to your burning skin “do you know why I enjoy performing on stage every night?” Wooyoung ponders, you wipe your face in the hoodie cuffs “because I can feel my emotions, I can let them out in the form of art, and atiny enjoys it, why? Because feeling emotions are honest art, it’s honest feelings. And it doesn’t make you inconsequential, it doesn’t make you lesser okay? It makes you mortal it makes you vital in a sense that you can let out these sentiments and that you've held it together for so long” Wooyoung kisses your hairline, dancing his fingertips on your jawline.

“You don't have to be perfect, because who is? All you have to be is unique. Just be the best you can be, I'm not going to nitpick what's wrong with you, but for every bad thought, I'll cloud it with compassionate poetry” Wooyoung withdraws his face from your hair to show you his sincerity, “I mean that I know j farce a lot and I'm overly theatrical. But I take you very seriously, I promise I won't hurt you and ill shelter you from your demons, only if you let me” you reach up to his stature to give him a delicate peck, Wooyoungs nose looming over yours.

“Be my safe haven?” you state, but it wailed more as a reassuring question, “nothing else I wouldn't want to be I wanna kiss you right now, is that okay with you love?” you nod your head as Wooyoung leans posterior into your space, coinciding your lips with his, your fingers swaddled upon his shoulders. Feeling a smile on your lips that are stickered on his. Wooyoung would do whatever he could to protect that smile. That smile is what makes his day. You pull away from the endearment, your head on his chest, his chin on your head.

“I've been overthinking, about my image my life. I wonder am I doing enough, especially at my age. Compared to everyone around me what the fuck is so special about me?, u feel like everything I've tried or wish for just hasn't gone my way, I've been trying to stay afloat but fuck I'm just sinking faster and faster, u just wanna be okay for once in my life, I wanna be proud of myself and not stare at myself in disgust” Wooyoung draws circles on your arm and strokes your jawline with his thumb. “I'm so proud of you for learning our dance choreography in a day, you were so happy that day, out CEO even said “yah Wooyoung your girlfriend is so talented, we need her here each time we learn a dance “, that time you painted Hyung-Joong a pair of boots I swear he wore them for so long and still till this day he has them on his shelf”

“When you bought us food during thanxx, the staff fell even more in love with you, they wanted you around us all the time, they love your energy, remember that one time we were watching the sunset sitting on the carpet on front of the window? You wrote me that poem in a matter of seconds, till this day its pinned up on my wall in the dorms, you have so many achievements under you belt I’ll be here all night, baby big achievements are amazing don’t get my wrong,but the small one you do for people around you goes a long way, we’re still young baby we have time to blossom, don’t feel pressured by others success because yours will be just as good and a memoir for you to fall back on”

“Why don’t you write songs for Ateez?” You joke with him; he punches your cheeks slightly to earn a whine from your lips. “Who said I don’t , what am I going to do with you?” Wooyoung pokes your cheeks “love me?”

“I do, I’m so in love with you”

You both fall asleep holding each other closely, the morning arrives for you to see the sunrise, wooyoung’s arm draped around your abdomen his fingers planted on your stomach, nose printed on your neck. “Baby? Look”‘excitedly you cheer, your nails caressing his muscles, feeling him stir in his sleep. “Yes my love?” His voice vibrates on your skin.

“Look at the sun, I’m sorry to wake you, I just feel happy now seeing the sun, because of that poem I wrote you, it makes me want to do better because even the sun gets up after it’s downfall, can’t have light with a little dark, if only the moon existed how else would the numbers appear on the clock” Wooyoung’s lips spread across your skin pulling you in closer, propping himself up on his elbows. “You’re so beautiful my dear,” Wooyoung bends to your level kissing your lips softly, holding you face like glass he caressed every scar you deemed to be ugly.

“If you’re bit scared you’re living on edge, it’s hard to escape your worries” Wooyoung starts singing ‘one day at a time’ your fingers wrapped around his wrist never breaking contact with him. Yeah, Wooyoung is your safe haven.

#kpop #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung #jung wooyoung

[rendezvousrenjun]

idk u.

✰ pairing: jeno x reader (strangers ➝ lovers)  ✰ genre: angst + fluff ✰ word count: 2.6k ✰ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of cheating 

✰ synopsis : you just needed somewhere to sit in the morning. never thought it would end up with crying over a dumb boy and riding on the back of his motorcycle. 

procrastination. You were extremely familiar to it and the overwhelming stress that came with waking up at 3 am and realizing you haven’t started your work yet. 

This meant rushing to complete that workload almost everyday on the way to your morning classes. Which, you still question yourself, why you made your schedule play out like that instead of registering for afternoon ones?

Anyways,,, today you were ultra struggling because there was not one available table in sight to plop yourself down at and finish this one tedious assignment right before entering class

Sure, you could’ve gone to the school’s library, or maybe a cafe---but they were both so far from class and why would you when there were a couple of tables right here!! Around the main hall!! Yet they were unavailable

You had two options. Option one was to just say screw it and not complete the work. Option two was to gather strength and just sit across from one of the individuals who preoccupied the tables. 

Much to your confusion, apart from being a procrastinator you are also a perfectionist. Those two traits were never meant to clash,,, but here you are now making your way to the closest table perpendicular to your classroom which happened to be taken by a boy who seemed like he wasn’t doing any work at all. 

What a waste of a table

You hastily blurt out “hi im y/n sorry for the abrupt greetings but can i sit with you?”

The boy takes out one airpod and looks up at you, eyes almost rolling back, nods his head in a very slow and dragged out manner before averting his gaze back down at his phone.

“Great thank you so much” you immediately fling your bag and belongings onto the table, breaking out your pencil pouch and pens to get back to writing-- constantly checking the time as if you were on the game-show minute to win it

You’re so consumed by your highlighting that you fail to notice the boy across from you peeking up and subtly smiling to himself at how determined and tense you look to finish

“Shoot shoot shoot” you scold yourself under your breath as you check the time once more before shoving everything into your bag, and getting up to see your other classmates making their way inside 

You’re about to go inside before you realize that the boy across from you hasn’t moved

“Hey aren’t you coming?”

“I’m not in that class” his voice more soothing than you had expected it to sound

“Oh,,,,, then why are yo- actually nevermind” you just need to BLAST

Thanks to that mysterious edgy boy you were able to turn in the assignment and receive a passing grade.

The next morning you thought you would’ve learned your lesson, but yet again you are rushing against the clock.

And again you see that boy.

“Hello good sir uh can i sit here again??? Sorry…” you apologize but you are already sitting down and pulling out materials. “I forgot to ask about your name by the way,,how rude of-” 

“Jeno” this is the first time he makes eye contact with you for this long. Neither of you break it, and when he talks again your eyes trace back to his lips, “shouldn’t you keep working?”

“Oh right, right” you snap back into reality. This goes on for a couple days, or maybe even a couple weeks.

There’s curiosity gnawing at you; wait what department is he from? How does he get to school so early? Is he actually listening to music? What’s he doing on his phone?

You don’t realize you’ve let his name slip a couple times with your friends (more like one friend let’s be real here) until they bring it up.

“And then this morning he was like ‘you’re late’ which means he anticipates me to sit with him right??? But i said ‘maybe you’re just early, ever thought about that lee jeno’ and he was all like ‘my bad’ like dang okay…” you stretch over to grab the coffee jaemin bought that day. It was extremely bitter. 

“Wait who again??” jaemin looks up at you from the floor, almost snapping his neck at the name.

“Lee jeno” you repeat slowly, a bit surprised by his reaction.

“Do you have a picture?” “ uh no” “mMMmMMMMMMMMMmmm I might know him”

“whAT, how??? Yo lowkey give me so fill me in with information I’ve been trying to talk to him about…stuff,,,,”

Jaemin gets up from the floor and joins you on the bed, the both of you cross-legged and facing each other. “Okay so you remember the best friend I told you about the first time we met at study group?”

“no way that was jeno?”

“Yea.. basically he changed a lot once we got to senior year high school. I think it had something to do with his family and like his ex-girlfriend at the time, but it really upset me. He didn’t let anyone get close to him; it was as if he became some type of dry wall i guess?” You nod your head as you listen intently to what jaemin had to say. There were a couple things you found out about jeno which you weren’t too sure you were even allowed to know. As if you violated his privacy.

For example, Lee jeno has really bad trust issues. Jaemin thinks it’s due to the fact his girlfriend of four years cheated him at the same time Jeno found out his dad had another family in Singapore.

Lee jeno started riding a motorcycle senior year. Jaemin said it was a way to rebel and stop riding in his dad’s car. 

And lastly, that lee jeno likes, as in loves cats. 

“But hey, don’t think of catching feelings for him anytime soon okay? I feel like you’ll regret it.”

“Oh please…. Me? Liking lee jeno??? Pshhhhhh never!” you push jaemin off the bed. But really you were already scared. You were already fond of your table-mate.

The next day you honestly could not see jeno the same. 

“Good morning sir”

“Yea.”

Today was one of those rare days you actually had nothing to work on. I guess you could call that a miracle.

“You have nothing to do today? That’s crazy” jeno puts his phone down to make eye contact with you. You found that as time went on, he did that more often. 

“I would be offended but I’m honestly genuinely surprised myself”

You are caught off guard by Jeno’s laugh. Maybe this is the first time you’ve heard it in the past two months you’ve known him. You notice the way his eyes smile along with him and maybe it was the lack of caffeine, or the chaotic side of you that jumped out because you don’t remember saying “cute”.

Jeno’s smile immediately begins to dissipate. 

Oh fuck he heard you,,, YOU DIDN’T EVEN HEAR YOURSELF WTF hiufegkhglh;orehqo ihwelk 

Jeno just gets up and begins to leave. 

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

You want to deny that you felt this way. That you felt like you’ve been rejected. Despite it being a casual compliment, you should’ve thought twice,, no ONCE before blurting it out considering jeno’s background. 

For the next couple days you did not see jeno at the table. It upset you. But then again, did jeno ever consider you his friend the same way you did? With all the mini relaxed conversations between you two, at least an acquaintance right? Were you being too attached? 

You didn’t mean for lee jeno to hit like this.

The day you realize you caught feelings was when you saw jeno in the main hall carrying his motorcycle helmet and heading over to the vending machines. You could tell he was making small talk with someone from his department. Maybe it was a good time to greet him again?

When you walk up to him you did not expect him to still be upset with you. “Hi Jeno” you timidly say, an awkward hand coming up to wave.

The look he gives you makes you feel disgusting, like a piece of dog shit that he accidentally stepped on. It makes you feel small. 

“Do you know her jeno?”

“No.”

He immediately leaves. You’re left standing there. Did that just happen?Maybe you were being a big sensitive baby who got affected by the littlest things but the next thing you know you were bawling in the main hall. Gosh dARN It jUST suck IT Upppp what are you??????? Some type of ??? idk SHOoot another tear

Jaemin finds you sitting at that dumb table after class and he tries to pat your head, trying to comfort you with his baby shushing sounds. He catches sight of Jeno who begins to pass by to get to the parking lot.

“HEY LEE JENO!” Jeno freezes dead in his tracks. It’s been awhile since he’s heard that voice. He doesn’t have enough time to turn around because Jaemin’s hand is already making him. “Apologize.”

“Get your hand off me.”

“Not to me, but to y/n. I don’t know what you did, but do it. Apologize.”

“I don’t know her though.”

“It’s fine Jaemin, don’t make a scene.” both of them look over to see you walking towards them. jeno shakes off jaemin’s grip and makes his way outside. 

“It was a dumb thing to get upset over anyways.” You quietly mumble to yourself.

The next day you realize you shouldn’t even regret calling jeno cute. It was so harmless! It was literally just a tiny compliment! But your thoughts recall the past and how tiny compliments might’ve been triggering. It’s fine though. You don’t have time to think about this because at least now you have the table all to yourself to do work at.

Which is what you were doing until someone sits across from you.

A hand extends out palm face up, in it a piece of paper folded into an origami cat.

“Who are you again?” you say looking up to see jeno. The eye contact is stronger than ever today.

“Please take my apologetic cat”

“Are you just going to ignore me again?”

“I’m sorry. You probably didn’t mean any harm, I just was taken aback and remembered a couple of things. It didn’t give me an excuse to act like that though. I’m sorry.” he takes the cat between his thumb and index finger and bounces it, little meows leaving his lips from time to time to try to show his sincerity

.A grin blossoms on your lips and you accept his apology cat.

“Open it when you have time.” he gets up to leave again.“Where are you going?” 

“You’re going to be late, I didn’t want to distract you any longer.”

Damn that was kind of sweet, maybe jaemin really did knock some sense into him. 

You ended up opening the folded paper in class towards the end of the lecture. “Hey y/n… i was really dumb sorry. I acted really immature and got mad, real dick move, real SMALL BRAIN move right there… it’s a long story on why I turned out like this, and maybe I can tell you sometime? You know…. When you aren’t trying to finish assignments five minutes before they’re due?? Or not.. Haha that’s dumb..unless…. Um yea anyways I owe you!! This apology cat can be exchanged for one favor so feel free to ask. Again i was dumb. - lee ‘small brain’ jeno”

You try not to laugh in class, your hand covering your face in an attempt to keep the giggles from spilling out. “Btw turn the paper over” you check the back and there lies jeno’s phone number

You felt bad not telling jaemin that you and jeno had started hanging out pretty frequently after you guys exchanged numbers.

It was scary how things escalated so quickly. How you were able to reach jeno over his wall still was a question even you could not answer. 

One day jeno invited you over to his dorm, which you weren’t too sure was a good idea at first, but jeno insisted that he wanted you two to do work right away so you guys could just talk comfortably at the table instead of being stressed first thing in the morning.

“It’s for the sake of our bonding experiences y/n, just trust me.”

“Wow kinda weird how we switched roles huh? See how hard it was for me to approach you and get you to be acquainted with me?”

“B O N D I N G  E X P E R I E N C E”

You ended up going over to his dorm. Jeno already knew you were most likely going to say yes, so he prepared another helmet for you.

“Oh hell nah, I’m not riding your motorcycle dude.”

“I promise I drive safe.”

“I’ll just walk alongside you”

“You can hold onto me, don’t worry.”

Holding onto jeno you could feel how warm his body was, especially with this new found adrenaline with you by his side. 

“You play the guitar?” you point over to the case laying in the corner while you two worked on his bed, backs against the wall.

“Yea, it really helped during that one dark time in my life I told you about.”

“Can you play a song for me?”

“Is this the favor?”

“Mmm i guess so, I have the cat in my wallet let me give it to you.”

“No, it’s okay you can keep it.” He removes his laptop from his lap and climbs over to the bed. He stops two steps in and turns to look at you. “Just grant me a favor in return.”

“Okay, sure.” The expression on his face seemed as if he already knew what it was. He picks up the guitar an starts strumming to the tune of butterflies by queen naija, humming along to the song.

There’s a warm feeling that grows as you begin to adorn his features. The way his fingers delicately place themselves on the strings, or his concentrated expression, or the way his body holds the guitar against it. It’s warm. Really warm.

“Hey jeno? I think I need to go.” you say, realizing it was going to be a terrible idea to keep feeling this way. Jaemin’s warning suddenly being brought back to you. I can’t feel this attached again.

“y/n. Wait.”

“Mm?” you turn back to look at him standing close to you, your hand leaving the handle of his front door. He puts his guitar down, and looks at you again.

He was looking at you with almost concern, as if he wanted to make sure this moment remained a memory for a long time. Was he going to say something bad?

“I’m afraid too.”

You’re breathing quickens, as if you’ve been holding it in for the past hour and now is the only time you’ve exhaled. “You’re afraid?”

“C-can I ask you my favor now?” you give him a nod.

“Please take care of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m asking you to date me.”

“are you trying to make fun of me right now? Because this isn’t funny jeno.”

“No, I seriously like you. A lot. And it scares me because I don’t want you to leave.” jeno begins to tear up and you feel like you’ve misplaced your foot again, misplaced your words and intentions. 

Your hands make their way around jeno’s neck and you pull him into a hug tighter than when you were holding him on his motorcycle. 

“Jeno” your voice is soft spoken against his ear, “I’m afraid you’ll break my heart just as much.” You feel him embrace you even harder as a way to tell you no. As a way to give you reassurance. 

It’s weird. To trust somebody like this. But just like how you don’t know when the next time you’ll finish your assignments earlier, or like how jeno doesn’t know the next time someone will leave him, you two don’t know what will happen if you don’t give falling in love a try. 

a/n: so i totally accidentally deleted this... but yes tell me if you guys want a part two or these type of bulleted lists more! <3

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[ddalphi]

1.0 || Business Deals

Rating: Mature

Genre: Action/Angst

Paring: Jungkook x Reader, Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Description: Why would you care that you have three young, fine, and mafia related men wrapped around your finger? It just matters on the choices you make along the way and who you turn into. But its also not like you have family to turn to, the only person you had is the reason you're in this mess.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse, Mafia themes, Mentions of Abuse, Mature Themes (that's all for this chapter)

Hey guys, so to be honest I am not really proud of this chapter. I already am writing the second chapter and I feel better about it so hopefully the story and writing will get better as it goes, but please be easy on me >~<

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It's not like you intended to hear your father's phone call, he was yelling his business through the whole house.. so that made it basically impossible to ignore his words in the first place.. It was your fault now, though. You we're watching a show in the living room, comfortable under the blanket that kept you warm when you heard your dad's pleas. It started off with simple a simple 'please' but then came in him saying he'd 'do anything' and things like that, so of course it perked your interest.

So you decided to stand up from the couch. You paused the show and then turned on your heel so you were facing the hallway. It wasn't long before you were creeping your way towards your father's office door, standing right next to the cracked opening.. perfectly positioning yourself so that if he turned to the doorway he couldn't see you, but you could however.. see him.

You looked at him slowly, allowing herself to narrow your eyes and examine his face. His skin seemed more red than usual, probably the cause of Alcohol, His eyes were puffy.. lack of sleep or crying. There was a crease in between his eyebrows signalling that he was fairly stressed out.

It's not that you're unfamiliar with that look though.. He was a person who got mad easily, who always resorted on alcohol when ever things didn't go his way. Which was why you had decided to stay with him even after High School. You studied collage courses online and helped out around the house in your free time. You're dad was never to fond of you though, especially after your mother had left the both of you. He always brought up when he was drunk that you had reminded him to much of her and that he wished you would just leave like she did. You couldn't though, something inside of you just wouldn't let you go get a proper education at an actual collage, or to go live life how you want. Instead you found yourself trapped there.

You move out of the way as your dad moves around the room, so that he wouldn't see you. "Please.. anything. I'll do anything just give me more time.." You heard your father beg over the phone, you've never heard him beg so it must've been serious this time.

That begging turned into complete silence and you guessed the person he was talking too had been responding, that made you curious. You leaned to the side a bit so you could peer into the office room, watching your dad's facial expression turn from upset to shocked as well, "What? Her? As like a blackmail? she's not very useful." He said quickly tapping his fingers against his desk as he spoke to the person on the phone.

All of this talk had your own stomach turning, you had no idea what the conversation was about but out of the few sentences you heard, a few guesses could be taken.. all of them were bad. Unless, it was someone finally ending his business. Maybe then he would go and get a real job, that provided real money.. but you doubted that, that was the case so you just had to eavesdrop some more.

"Fine. But once I pay.. Will she be safe??" He asked now annoyed, he seemed upset but you didn't feel like interrupting the call, "That's not a good enough response" He responded once more and then heard the phone click about 30 or more seconds after that and so that was when you decided to walk inside the room and ask him about who that was. "What was that about?" You ask concerned as you made your way to the chair in front of his desk.

Your dad looks up from his phone, his eyes narrowing as soon as he saw you, "Y/N, i have to tell you something.." he spoke out without hesitation. You looked at his body's posture and how it had changed since you first looked at him on the phone call, he seemed more.. sturdy.. you could say.

"Yes?"

He then began to speak, "A few months ago.. I made a deal with a group of men. I had borrowed 300,000,000 won (approx. $250,000) from them to start my business.." he explains to you and you just sigh out. You honestly didn't know how to react. He wasn't even done talking and it already made you get this weird feeling, "Was it a loan shark?! I told you to never ever get involved in that!!" You exclaimed standing up and shaking your head.

"No Y/N. it's much worse. I wish I could explain it to you but i just can't.. Please just trust me, okay?" Of course that was what he was going to say, he never gave the damn full story and it made you upset. You wanted to know everything so you could help him in the best way you could.. because if it was worse than loan sharks, his life could possibly be on the line.

"If you want me to trust you, then tell me what's going on." You spoke out sternly to him, your arms crossing over your chest as you waited for a response but here was the thing about your father though, he gets easily ticked off and normally is always drunk. Right now he only seemed tipsy... which was pretty hard to tell if his whole reaction or response to you talking back would be better or worse.

"I cant." He responds simply which just made you all the more stressed.

"Why?"

"Trust me."

"So basically.. you tell me that you have a huge ass debt after all and these months and you just expect me to trust you and drop it?" You retorted, does he not understand how big of a situation that this could be. And that he could be putting anyone of anything in the house at risk as well. At this point you could tell your dad was annoyed, and just over all pissed off. But he couldn't protect you forever. You were 19 and he barely lets you leave the house.

He needed to tell you what type if deal you just over heard, and how he's going to ever get the money to pay the men back for, and so he did, "Fine. You're going to go into your room back your damn backs and leave with the gentlemen that will arrive at 11pm. Got that? While you're at it make me a damn drink." You couldn't believe your ears, he made a deal to hand you over to some random group of men that could do absolutely.. Anything to you.

"Wait.. you're giving me up? Just like that?" You question and he just nodded in response, "I stayed here to make sure you didn't do anything to yourself, and this is how you thank me?!" you began to raise your voice now. "Y/N." He spoke out to you, matching your volume, "You need to understand why I have to do this. It's for my own good. They thre-" you cut him off from speaking.

"No don't fucking say my name or talk to me. Once those men get here I will tell them myself, I'm not going with them." You tried to hide the pain in your voice but weren't exactly sure how well you did, "You put yourself in this mess, get yourself out of it." You argued before storming right out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You walked down the hallway to your bedroom holding back some tears, as you slowly closed the door and locked it.

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Your eyes were glued to yourself in the mirror. It's been an hour or two since everything happened and time went by quickly. You steal a quick glance from your phone and look at the time. 11:05. The 'men' he said were coming still failed go show. 5 Minutes past or not, it gave her hope.

Sliding your phone away from your body, you just looked back to the mirror attached to the black vanity that sat in your room. Not knowing what to do, or say. Your dad had just tried to give you up to some.. bad people and now you had to try and get yourself out of the situation.

You looked a mess, your hair tied up in a messy bun and your eyes were now red from crying. You weren't crying over your dad but just that he would give you up so easily. You sigh and just stand up, rubbing your eyes after you had finally got enough courage to walk to the door, unlock it, and leave the room. You look down the hallway and was lucky to find that your dad had also locked himself in his bedroom.. more than likely with alcohol.

You decided to make your way down the hallway and to the kitchen, hearing your stomach growl along the way. Food was always a good way to cheer you up too. A nice warm cup of spicy ramen, maybe? Or some of those even spicier rice cakes. You finally reach the room of goodness and decided to have some of both.

While you were making your food you heard your phone ring from your room, causing you to rush ti answer it and then back to the kitchen. You looked at the number and sigh in relief as you read the name 'Jooheon✔' before answering it while pulling out the rice cakes from the microwave "Hello?" You asked slightly confused on why he called you

"Hey Uh- Y/N- I was just wanting to make sure everything's good, we haven't really talk much since high school." His voice sounds so soothing over the phone, Jooheon was a good friend of yours in highschool, infact he tried to ask you out sophomore year, you rejected him though because your had would kill if he found out you had a male other than ones ye approves if in your life.

Jooheonie! It has been a while~ How are you these days??" You ask picking out a pair of chopsticks and slowly beginning to stuff your face with noodles as he replied to your question, "I've been decent. Caught up in some.. personal stuff, just the usual." he chuckled into the phone. He was a good person although towards the end of senior year is when you two began to separate because of how he began to act and be on edge all of the time.

You finished chewing and swallowing the noodles before responding, "Sorry- I'm stuffing my face right now" you giggle into the mic. You hear one back and honestly, you missed his laugh. You would of said yes to him a long time ago if your dad was less strict but that wouldn't ever happen. "You're good.. what's new with you??"

At that point you realized he still sounded off, his tone of voice was more serious but maybe he just matured, so you decided to drop it and just continued the conversation, "My dad has been stressing me out to be honest." you admit to him, now putting a rice cake into your mouth, "Has he hurt you?" He said a bit darker now which made you sigh, "I'm fine Jooheonie. We should me-" That's when you heard the knock at the door of your home. "Actually I have to go, call you back. promise." you said before hanging up the phone so he couldn't respond.

You slowly moved away from the counter and made your way towards the door as the knocking got louder and more persistent, hinting at the fact that the person on the other side of the door was there for a good reason. "Hello??" you asked once you were right at the front door, the door had a glass that was blurred so you could only see the obvious features like his gender, and height.

"Open the door." Was all that the male responded raspy with, he didn't looked armed so you slowly opened the door to face the person who sounded pissed. "Ah.. You must be Y/N." He said looking up and down at your figure which made you feel uncomfortable.

The male was decently tall around 6 foot if not bigger. He had blonde, fluffy hair with an undercut all around his head. His brown eyes shaped like crescent moons, his nose pointed and extremely boop-able. His lips where slightly thick on both top and bottom lips.. But he seemed all serious which instantly gave off a bad vibe for her, especially since her father had just told her that she was giving him up.

"Excuse me? I don't think I know you.." You quickly responded, your voice sounded smaller than what it normally is with the male in the room. You watched as he took a step closer to you, so in response you took another step or two back so that you were out of arms reach.

The male chuckled as he looked back at the door "Hurry up!" he yelled and soon after another guy was walking into your house, this person was shorter than the first guy. His eyes were feline like, one having a monolid and the other not, his lips where plump and his nose had a small mole on it. His hair was also dyed redish but looked soft and well taken care of.

"I'm here, boss." You heard the red head talk while looking at you up and down, "this is her? she's perfect" he chuckles sarcastically before beginning to walk around and look at the place, making sure no one else was there.

"Where's your father.. Mr. Lee?" The 'boss' spoke out again, making you let out a deep breath, "He's in his room drinking his life away. Why?" You asked a question back but then was ignored as the tall male made his way down your hallway, without permission to even enter your home. Who did he think he was?

"Hey!" You exclaimed out which made both men stop in their tracks, you take that time to quickly speak while you had their attention "I know who you guys are. You threatened my dad over money." you say which caused the redhead to turn and look at you, "Yeah, and you know what he did? Gave you up to us. You belong to BTS now, your life at our mercy." he snarled.

You just look at your feet, your fist clenching as you shook your head "I'm not going with you. My dad doesn't have the right to give me away like property, and you don't have the right to take him." You stood your ground the best you could but it didn't last long before someone grabbed your wrist "Feisty one, eh?" You heard a low growl right next to your ear and you turn your head to see another male who had dead ass just come out of nowhere.You couldn't really see this guys face though, he had a pitch black face mask on and his hair was in his eyes, along with a hoodie over his head. This guy looked the sketchier than any of them. But you began to get nervous now. Three people was way different than two, six hands were way more than four.

You look down and sighed defeated, pulling your wrist away from the male who had grabbed your wrist since his grip wasn't to tight. "Who the fuck even are you guys?" you growled because you had never heard of 'BTS' or whatever the hell that was. The boss laughed running his hand through his hair. "Oh, we're just some of the deadliest men you'll ever meet."

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[beautifulletdownfics]

Twenty Good Reasons :: Part One

Hello!  Welcome to the ‘Someday, Someday’ sequel! I hope you’ll enjoy your time here!  Before you start, make sure you check out the Harry & Nina Chronology page to catch up on a few of the drabbles and novellas that slot in the gap between ‘Someday, Someday’ and ‘Twenty Good Reasons’. As always, please don’t be strangers, posting into the void is a terrifying thing! Love K x

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I wrote a symphony.

I had written a symphony and tonight I was conducting the London Symphony Orchestra in what would be my professional debut as a composer and conductor. London’s Royal Albert Hall was sold out, a fact I sincerely wished the Director of Music kept to himself. I tried not to think about the magnitude of the opportunity I had tonight to disappoint, to not live up to what was expected of me.

The conductor’s suite was cold and quiet around me, and with no instrument to tune to keep my hands busy, I was flipping through a five-year-old edition of Hello Magazine. My eyes stared at the clock on the wall, not taking in any of the dated royal gossip or reality star news, it was an odd juxtaposition really—London’s premier music venue housing a copy of the gossip rag from the pits of hell.

Months of tension and trying to sleep through the noise of dozens of melodies simultaneously rolling through my thoughts at once had finally dissipated into an unsettling silence. The notes weren’t fluid anymore, they were set, and a seventy piece orchestra knew the movements backwards and forwards.

It was anti-climatic in the sense that the worry and stress didn’t end, they just became centred in a different place. Instead of biting my nails over crescendos and harmonies, I was in the middle of an even more terrifying process of considering how it all might sound to the thousands of people above me, being ushered to their seats.

I picked at the sequinned hem of my dress and wondered what the heck I was supposed to do tomorrow.

Tomorrow—when I wasn’t writing and rewriting the movements anymore—when what felt like my life’s work was out there, and I couldn’t hide it way anymore. Did I just wake up as usual, walk to the cafe down the street and order a latte? Sit at a window seat, and one by one delete all the notes and voice memos on my phone from the last twelve months of writing? Did I immediately start work on a follow-up? Would anybody want a follow up from me?

I suddenly wished more than anything that I was in the green room with my peers warming up my horn for any typical performance. Knowing I was going to walk out on stage after they did made my stomach hollow out.

My phone started vibrating from its spot on the vanity in the corner, and when I got to it, I stood over it for a little while, looking at Harry’s name flash up on the screen with a call. After three years my instinct was to reach out to Harry whenever I felt like this; like I wasn’t in control of how time was moving, and I wasn’t sure how to reach back into my life and be present. My fingers itched to answer his call, to hear his voice and be comforted by whatever lovely and motivating things he would say.

But I couldn’t. I’d fall apart if I heard Harry's voice tonight because he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here, and that something I was completely unprepared for.

It wasn’t anybody’s fault, not really.

If anything the fact Harry couldn’t be here was because of me. Harry planned his Asian touring dates around when my debut was supposed to take place, a few weeks from now. A month ago I played tonight’s suites in full to the orchestra board and directors, and they decided they wanted to move everything forward, opening the season with my debut instead of having it in the middle of the season.

It was a promotion for my work, and it was a huge show of faith and support from my community. But it meant Harry had shows with tickets already sold and there was no good way of telling fans in four cities they were going to be refunded or offered tickets for alternate dates. Particularly when Harry’s picture was sure to show up in London somewhere, and it would be plainly obvious he cancelled shows to see his girlfriend.

A text flashed up on my phone.

Harry: I love you. You’re going to be fantastic. Remember to breathe. x

It was sweet of him to text, he would know more than anyone how I was feeling. I didn’t have it in me to do the time conversion to where he was at the moment. He was right in the middle of the Asian leg. I tried my best to swallow my sadness down—I knew Harry wasn’t choosing to miss this.

After finding out tonight’s performance was going to be so much earlier than I had expected the time flew by quickly as I went through all the rigours of finalising the score and then rehearsing it with the orchestra. It had been four weeks of early mornings and late nights, fielding questions from players and getting it up to performance standard. Harry was a saint for dealing will all my teary FaceTime calls and the almost daily texts about giving up.

I tried not to overthink how wrong it felt knowing Harry wouldn’t be there afterwards to celebrate with my family and friends. All the late nights I spent with Harry pouring over my compositions trying to find the notes that were out of place and to then not have him sitting in the audience the first time it was played—and my first time conducting a professional orchestra … It felt like I was being robbed of something.

He was the perfect helper over the twelve months the symphony took to write. Some parts happened quickly, and others were hard-won, with dozens of edits and reprises. Harry was the best second set of ears I could have asked for. He learned over the years how music was put together, and when I was pathetic and frustrated in the middle of the night, he spoke my language in calm, loving perfection.

I had my dad to be my critical, technical sounding board, and my boyfriend to be the ever encouraging, soft set of hands I needed when it all felt hopeless. Harry knew when to push me to keep going, and when to pull me from the room and distract my mind with something else.

I missed him.

Harry and I hadn’t spent more than 72 hours together in four months. There were a handful of weekend visits—most notably my twenty-fourth birthday we spent in Copenhagen—and three days quite recently spending Christmas with our families ... But beyond that, Harry and I were doing long distance, the end in sight but too far away to be a real comfort yet.

In some ways, the four months apart seemed to had passed exceptionally quickly, but in others—mainly the ones that seemed to carry the most weight—it was as if time had slowed to twice it’s speed and filling the extra space was all the time I spent missing him.

I spent half my days hating technology—hating talking through a phone with typed or faceless words, and hating early mornings on Skype where a 2D depiction of Harry could only soothe so far—and the rest of the days clutching my phone like a lifeline, praising the 21st century for its ability to connect to people on opposite sides of the planet.

We made it work, which was a line I’d stolen from Harry in interviews over the years. But it was true, nonetheless. Sometimes it felt overly simplistic, but there was a simple truth to it that I liked.

Today though, I had vowed to be happy even in his absence.

“Ten-minute call,” My eyes snapped to the PA system in the corner, and I let out a long stream of breath.

It was time.

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I held my baton tightly in front of me, shaking from the adrenalin.

I deliberately avoided looking to where I knew my family and friends were sitting when the house lights were turned on.

The applause was almost deafening and completely overwhelming. I held up my arm to the orchestra, diverting the praise of the audience to the players behind me. They had done spectacularly, and once my heart was done exploding from my chest, and I came down off all my nerves, I would be able to adequately comprehend it all.

The applause started quietening down as the Director of Music, Ian, walked out to join me on stage, a handheld microphone in his hand. He kissed my cheek and gave me a warm hug, calling for another round of applause for me that I awkwardly stood through. I recalled our conversation eighteen months ago, where he encouraged me to do this, to challenge myself.

There was a loud whoop from behind me, and I laughed when the horns section was on their feet cheering me from their positions. They were my closest allies in the orchestra and they’d more than earned their stripes tonight. I gave them a little bow and turned back to the front.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our very own Maestro Nina Lawrence,” Ian said into the microphone, smiling through the distinguished term that I definitely hadn't earned yet, “I am sure this is only the beginning of what we will see from you,” He smiled at me.

There were a few more moments on stage before he led me off, the orchestra following close behind me. I sat on the first seat I found in the wings, tilting my feet back onto my heels and dragging my hands through my hair.

“Ni-na!” My name was called out as the players spilled into the green room, a body pressed up next to me, and someone grabbed my arm, “You’re fucking brilliant!”

I smiled up at one of the trumpet players, “Thank you. I feel like I’m about to combust.”

Somebody shouted for a toast, and I watched, completely surprised, by the arrival of trays of flutes of champagne. By the time all the officials and board members had given their own motivational, encouraging addresses, congratulating me and everyone for all their hard work, nearly all my family had snuck in. Friends too were now making faces at me from across the room where they all stood near the door.

When everyone broke apart, I made a beeline for them, asking one of the venue wait staff to follow me with a  tray of drinks. My shoulders hurt by the time I was finished getting hugs from everyone, some tearier than others, my dad the teariest of all. My cousins and my childhood best friends mingling with friends from the orchestra and my life with Harry in a way that overwhelmed me with a sense of belonging to a powerful group of people. Finally, I tucked myself under Rodger’s arm for a touch of respite from the limelight, my back almost touching the wall behind us as he chatted to Laykn and Max.

“None of those sad eyes today, alright?” Rodger turned his head down to the side of my face and spoke under his breath.

“Shhh,” I squeezed his fingers near my shoulder as I took a deep breath and tried to swallow against the tight feeling pressing against my throat, “I’m not sad.”

“Nina,” He chuckled, “You’re inches off looking like you’re attending a funeral.”

“That’s not true!” I argued feebly, chancing a look at him and giving him wide eyes like that might convince him. As Rodger didn’t know me better than almost anybody else.

“It is,” Rodger bit back, smiling at my mother who turned around when my old flatmate failed to whisper quietly enough, she gave us a concerned look but went back to chatting to a friend of our father’s, “And Harry would be so upset if he knew he was ruining this for you,” Rodger’s voice was softer now, “I know this is worse for him. Everyone you love is celebrating with you today, and he’s literally one of the furthest places on earth from you that he could possibly be.”

“It’s not his fault,” I said quietly, looking at my nails and picking at a loose bit of skin I’d been biting all week.

“No, it’s not,” Rodger agreed, resting his head on the crown of my head slowly in warm affection, “But he’s watched you work so hard for this for years, Nina … I know he’d be distraught if he thought you were going to be sad all day because he can’t be here.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “You know it, do you?”

Rodger halted for half a second and then I felt him shrug against me, “He might’ve sent me one of his perfectly punctuated text messages last night instructing me to kick you up the arse if you started looking weepy.”

Something pinched at my heart at Harry’s pro-active concern, “I can’t believe he’d describe me as ‘weepy’,” I huffed, knowing that was precisely the word my boyfriend would use.

“This isn’t about him, this is your night.”

The thing was that my friend was so right about what Harry’s reaction would be to my outwardly missing him today. Harry had lectured me numerous times this week.

When my family and friends followed me back to the conductor’s suite for one more champagne before the celebratory dinner my parents had insisted on organising, I was unable to not still feel disconnected somehow. There was relief though, and an astronomical sense of achievement and satisfaction, and for the first time all day, I felt caught up in the happiness of it all.

The room felt far bigger when I was in here alone before the performance, it was much nicer crammed with my loved ones, all lightly teasing and bullying me. It was loving, and I could read the pride on their faces. I got extra hugs from both my parents and from aunt Anne and my uncle Ted. The cousins and my brother were out in full force—Martin refused to stop filming me and asking mock, documentary-style questions, Josh and Ben didn’t stop trying to make me re-enact walking across the stage. And Oliver was doing impressions of me, waving my baton around and tugging on the lapels of the new suit he got for his tenth birthday.

My dad was holding his phone up taking photos the whole time, managing to wrangle us all together into the groups he wanted. I felt like I’d had an individual photo with everyone a hundred times over.

“It’s the middle of the night in Tokyo,” Laykn draped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side, letting me take a sip of his warm champagne. He knew me well enough to know I had checked my phone a few too many times.

I just wanted to hear from Harry.

“I know,” I sighed, “Sorry.”

“Nah,” My younger brother dismissed, “It’s alright. You miss him, that’s okay. Maybe it means you’ll be nice and let me eat your fries at dinner.”

“Ha, fat chance,” I told him. “And I’m not sure this is a fries kind of place.”

Laykn looked at me playfully down his nose, his fingers darting about pocking his tie back through the gaps in his shirt,  “It’s a rich people’s place, Nina. They’ll make you whatever you want as long as the booking name is under Harry Styles.”

I punched Laykn in the arm, and he laughed loudly, “You’re a jerk. Mum and dad organised dinner.”

“I think Harry pulled some strings,” Laykn teased, “And don’t kid yourself, I’m your favourite jerk,” He amended quickly.

“Yeah, whatever,” I agreed, “I’m going to go find the bathroom,” I whispered right into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek before slipping out of the room.

I waited until I was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet with the lid down before I unlocked my phone again. I checked any of the places communication from Harry might’ve come from, but then when all my email and messaging apps were coming up blank, I had to fight off the disappointment without tearing up.

I knew that it was still essentially nighttime in Japan where he was, but that didn't stop my heart breaking a little at the fact I’d just lived out one of the biggest days in my life while Harry slept. It had been a big day for me, and although I handled days like this a lot better than I might’ve when we were first dating, knowing that Harry was at least awake at the same time was more comforting than I’d care to admit.

After taking a few moments to actually use the facilities, I gave myself one final pep talk in the vast, softly lit mirror before readjusting my dress and mentally preparing myself for what I knew would be a boisterous dinner.

I walked out of the restrooms, flipping my phone over in my hands and concentrating on taking a few deep, filling breaths. The bare concrete walls of the backstage tunnels were marked up with dozens of scrapes and a patchwork of different staging tape. It was chilly too, and I told myself to put my coat on when I got back to everyone, we needed to leave for dinner soon.

“Hey pretty lady," I heard just behind me, my peripheral catching just the slightest movement of someone off the wall.

He smiled when I turned back to face him.

The light glistening in his eyes was the first thing I noticed. But my heart started racing, and my legs were moving before I could really think what was happening, all I knew was that the string connecting my heart to my tear ducts was tugging wildly.

Harry.

He was standing wearing a beautifully tailored pair of high waisted black suit pants, a soft white tee and double-breasted black blazer. I was sure my mouth was hanging open as wide as it felt my heart was busting open in my chest, “Harry!”

"Surprise," He giggled out, bending his neck down slightly when I opened up my arms and reached towards him on my tippy toes, folding my arms up over his shoulders. His arms crossed at the small of my back, and all the air left my lungs when he pulled me against him tightly. “Kept me waiting out here long enough, I didn’t want to make you cry in front of everyone.”

"I hate you," I whined through the shock, but my throat was clogged up with the tears that had already started escaping my eyes. “You’ve been here the whole time? When did you arrive?”

“A few hours beforehand … Tried calling you when we got here though,” He mumbled into my neck, “I was regretting not telling you I was coming because I knew your nerves would be killing you, but you didn’t answer.”

“I knew I’d cry if I spoke to you, I just wanted you here.” “Well, I was here,” He laughed, “And you were fucking phenomenal. I cried like a baby.”

“You’re here!”

Harry's grip on me tightened, and he stood up a little, pulling me with his body, “I am. You look beautiful."

“You haven't seen me in four months," I sniffed, turning my head to press my nose into his neck.

"God, don't I know it," Harry moved his hands up my back and settled them on my shoulders, "Fuck, why do I do this to myself? You're an angel," He pulled back and leaned down to kiss me.

Our lips were hopeless at staying together, even though we hadn’t kissed in months and months. The emotions were catching up with me, and I struggled to settle anywhere between laughing and sniffing back my tears. Harry’s lips turned up into a smile and he pulled my forehead against his, watching through amused, wetted eyes as I tried to keep myself from bawling.

“You’re useless,” He laughed, sniffing away his own emotions when I traced my fingers under his eyes to catch the tears.

“What are you doing here,” I asked, squeezing my eyes shut and moving up again to press my cheek against Harry’s in a desperate attempt to feel closer. “You’re in Japan.”

“I’m not in Japan,” He said softly, “I’m here for you. No one’s as proud of you as I am, Nina, you’ve worked so hard for this.”

“Stop,” I groaned, embarrassed.

“It’s true,” He defended seriously, “You’ve got more talent than anyone I know, and you work harder than everyone else as well. The performance was astounding, you had the whole room captivated. Your work is beautiful and you should be so proud. I’m so proud.”

“Stop,” I interjected.

“It’s true,” Harry swallowed thickly, “You’re always working towards getting better and being better, and you’re constantly creating something completely brilliant that half the time I don’t understand until you stop and baby it down for me … You’re incredible, and I’m so proud of you, my Maestro.”

I felt myself blush, having heard Harry sprout out that affectionate declaration many times before.

“Did everyone know?” I asked, still holding him tight.

“That I was coming?” His chest moved against mine in a few small chuckles after I nodded against him, “Yeah.”

“All of them?” I thought of my whole family and all my friends sitting waiting for me to return from the bathroom.

“Every last, stinking one,” Harry said in what he thought was an endearing Dennis the Menace impression. I pulled back and smiled as I looked up and watched him continue, “There was no way on earth I wasn’t going to be here for this. No fucking way.”

“Seriously,” I shook my head and swallowed back another lot of tears, “You can’t be here right now, you’re in the middle of tour, and you’ve got shows every—“

“Shhh,” Harry took my lips between his again for a few seconds, “Don’t worry about any of that, you think I wouldn’t move mountains to be here? I’m here.”

I smiled and let the tears escape this time, “I love you.”

Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I love you, too.”

I settled back down into my heels and shook my head, "I can't believe it. This morning I woke up thinking there was still three weeks before I'd see you ... And now ..."

He grinned, "I pulled off the perfect surprise then. C'mon, your brother has been texting me for the last twenty minutes about how hungry he is. Impatient little git, isn't he?"

I rolled my eyes and let Harry arrange our fingers together in a tight hold, ”He's famished apparently.”

Harry’s lips pressed into the hair just above my ear before he stood up straighter and slowly took a step forward. I let him lead me along for a few steps before overwhelming happiness overcame me, and I skipped ahead to tuck myself under his arm snugly.

"I love you, Harry Styles,” I told him quietly, ducking my head when we came to a junction where the greenrooms met the holding room, “Thank you so much for coming.”

There was a small tug on my hand and then Harry stopped walking, looking down at me curiously he tilted his head to one side, “You’re welcome, but I hope you realise coming was less than altruistic of me … I’ve been pretty desperate to see you as well, Neens.”

“‘Cause I’m your favourite person?” I said, grinning when Harry’s thumb dug into my side.

“Damn straight, you are,” He nodded, hooking his hand around my neck and leading my lips up to his.

I shut my eyes and let the kiss be led by Harry. He kept it slow, dragging his lips up to my temple and resting them there for a moment.

“Your family will think I’ve kidnapped you,” Harry said slowly as he wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed once before letting me go again and starting to walk. “And I’m starving as well, let’s go, yeah?”

I latched both my hands over one of Harry’s and manoeuvred us quickly back to where everyone was. There was a room full of happy faces when we finally got there, together, and I shrunk into Harry’s side shyly at the stupid catcalls from them all. Georgie held her phone up recording the moment with the promise of sending me the ‘adorable’ photos later. Laykn muttered something about it being ‘about bloody time', Harry beamed though, kissing me firmly in front of everyone.

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It was sweet relief to finally be in the back of a cab pressed neatly beside Harry on the way to dinner. I dropped my head to his shoulder sleepily even though I knew we were only a few blocks from where the Langham was.

Harry quickly greeted the driver and said the name of the street we needed before he turned covered my thigh with his palm and massaged it slowly, “Do you think we should get a pet?”

“A pet?” I asked, completely surprised by what came out of his mouth.

“Yeah.” “That’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“Been thinking about it for a while,” He misheard my tone. “We should get a pet, don’t you think?

“No, I absolutely do not think,” I challenged him, “Pets are so much work, and you go away all the time and what if I want to come to see you? It’d be annoying for us to have a pet.”

Without looking at him I knew the face he was pulling, all wide-eyed and pouted lip, “But imagine having a little furry bundle of love in our lives, Nina. I think you’ve been very flippant in dismissing what could be the best decision we ever make.”

“Harry.”

“I want a puppy, Nina,” He went on, taking a deep breath and racing through his words like that might convince me,  “A little fluffy one that needs help learning to howl and hates walking on the kitchen tiles. A cockapoo, like Rodger and Adriana’s dog. Doesn’t that sound adorable?”

“Harry, we can’t—

“—I said,” He interrupted, “Doesn’t that sound adorable, Nina? With little paws and that look of love, only dogs can give? And when we’re both away Gem can take it, or Josh.”

“Har—

“—Or Laykn! We can send little Pauper to university with your brother for a few days.”

“Pauper?” I gave Harry a look.

“Great name, hey? I’ve been brainstorming.”

“What makes you think I’d let you call our puppy ‘Pauper’. What a stupid name for a dog.”

Harry smiled widely, “Our puppy, eh?”

I paused, realising my mistake, “Shut up.”

He laughed at me and raised his arm up to rest it around me and pull me against his side, “I’m going to win this, I can tell.”

“You’re really not.” “Am too.”

We rode in silence then, the radio playing softly upfront and the streets of London slipping past us in their usual way. Harry was humming along, and when I eventually turned to look back at him, his eyes were already watching me.

“What?” I asked quickly, sitting up and moving out of his arms.

“Love you, you were fucking incredible up there tonight,” He said quietly, leaning his head back against the seat and not changing his relaxed expression in the slightest. His slight smile only created half dimples in his cheeks, and I found myself entranced by the curl of his eyelashes.

I felt my cheeks heat up immediately, “You’ve got that look.”

His eyes widened a little as his fingers snuck across my lap to reach for my hands, “What look is that?”

“The one where you’re secretly imagining me naked,” I said bluntly.

“Ha!” Harry didn’t hide his amusement at all, letting out one loud sound and then falling into an adorable bout of silent laughter, he leant forward and placed a hot kiss to the shell of my ear, “Well, it’s not a secret anymore, is it?”

“Harry!” I smacked him in the chest with my free hand which he quickly grabbed at and held in place.

“The best part is that now you’re imaging me naked,” Harry hummed out lightly.

Before any more could be said, the car was stopping, which had Harry kicking open the door and pulling me out with him. I stood for a second and waited for him to take my hand, leading me up the front steps and straight to the reception of the restaurant.

Inside everyone was already seated, and on their first drinks, I walked around the table and greeted everyone individually. We had a round table in a vast, impeccably styled private dining room. Two seats had been left free for Harry and me, he took the spot next to my dad, and I lowered myself into the place next to my mum.

It was the first time all day I actually felt relaxed. I sat back in my chair and let the pain in my feet ease. The boys were all challenging each other to different meals, making up anything that was in a different language and then convincing Oliver anything foreign would just taste like chicken. Isobel, Georgie and Sam were asking Harry about Japan, listing off a particular liquor they wanted him to bring back for the next time we drank together.

Everyone took far too long deciding what to eat and then even longer actually getting through all the food that arrived. Harry told me he slept through the food on the plane over and was much hungrier than even he knew. I let him take from my plate much to Laykn’s dismay.

“Happy?” My mum leaned over and put her arm around my shoulder for a quick hug, whispering and then watching my reaction with a massive smile on her face.

I pulled Harry, and I’s joined hands over onto my lap like he might disappear if he wasn’t as close as I could get him, “Yeah,” I replied, “Perfect.”

“You look happy,” She observed, “And Harry’s got his dopey face on.”

I laughed and looked back over to my boyfriend who was blushing at something Josh and Martin were teasing him about, “Do you know how long he’s got or …”

When I turned back around to face her, there had been a definite fall in her features, “Nina … He just got here, why don’t you—“

“—I know,” I cut her off, “I know. Harry isn’t meant to be here at all, who cares how long he can stay, right?”

She gave me a small smile and a kiss on my cheek just before I was pulled into defending Harry against whatever he was being attacked for now. Everyone looked happy, though, and I was glad to sit and be taken into whatever conversations I could. It was fun, and it felt almost like it was the holidays, and we all had nothing to do but enjoy each other. I found myself thankful for the occasion in an entirely different way to how I had appreciated it earlier in the day.

Eventually, after an embarrassing dessert experience that involved my receiving a ‘debut cake’, everyone started looking at watches and deciding it was time to end the dinner. Anybody who didn’t live in London had been invited by Harry to stay at our house.

“We’re not going with them,” Harry said to me at the last minute, after the bill was paid and we were all standing out farewelling each other in the foyer.

I looked over at my parents who seemed to already know this information, and everyone else was already loading into Ubers and Cabs.

“We aren’t?”

Harry smiled, “Say goodbye,” He nodded towards my family, and I offered them all a small wave without hiding my confusion.

“Where are we—”

Harry leant down and kissed me quickly, “—I got us a room for the night.”

“Here?” I asked astonished.

He nodded.

My eyes nearly fell out of my head, “Harry! That’s mental! This place is fancy.”

“Yeah,” He changed our positions, so his arm was draped across my shoulders and he started leading me over to the hotel reception, “Well … You’re a gorgeous woman in a beautiful dress, and I ironed this shirt so I’d say we’re pretty fancy. And it’s a celebration … Not to mention the fact we’ve hardly seen each other in four months …”

“Harry,” I warned slowly, feeling myself grow jittery when I saw the glint in his eyes.

He moved his hand down my arm and rested it across the back of my ribcage, fanning out his fingers to reach as high as he could, “I’ve missed you,” Harry whispered in my ear lowly, “And you look bloody stunning, Nina. I didn’t feel much like sharing you with your family at home.”

Home.

That was a concept that I was still getting used to, despite it having been almost a year since I moved all my things in with Harry. Probably because I’d spent most of that time highly stressed about composing, and Harry had been away for so much of it. But still, the fact remained, we lived together now and with that simple fact came a new level of pure intimacy that I relished in. I could only imagine how much better it would feel to have a good chunk of time together there come to the end of the tour for Harry.

“What’re you thinking about? Me naked?” Harry’s voice came right into my ear again.

We were standing at the desk, waiting behind another couple, and Harry moved around to stand tightly behind me, his arm affectionately across my neck.

I looked at him from the side of my eyes, “Just how nice it’ll be to actually live together for an extended period.”

“Hmm,” Harry agreed readily before stepping forward and introducing himself, he turned back to me while we waited for the check-in paperwork, “It will be pleasant.”

“Seriously, how much are you spending on—” I asked, reaching up onto my tippy toes when a piece of paper was placed in front of Harry.

“Oh-oh,” He tutted, plucking it up and shifting, so his back was to me, he smiled at the receptionist, signing his name quickly, “This is perfect, thank you.” She disappeared again, and he turned back to me, I tried not to think about how much whatever extravagant room we were about to stay in would be costing him. Not to mention the cost of him flying out here from Japan in the first place.

I caught a familiar movement over his shoulder and quickly diverted my eyes, “Does it matter if you’re seen here with me?”

Harry frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Someone just took a photo.”

Harry looked back over his shoulder to where I was looking, “Oh,” He turned back to me, “No, it’s okay.”

A keycard was handed over, and Harry profusely thanked the receptionist who pointed us in the direction of the elevators. We walked passed the group where I had seen the photo being taken, Harry gave them a polite little wave with a coolness I know I lacked.

When the doors opened, and we stepped inside, I watched Harry in the mirror as he pressed the for the flood we wanted, “It feels odd not having bags, doesn’t it?”

“Feels sexy,” Harry grinned.

“It feels conspicuous,” I returned.

Harry chuckled, leaning over to kiss my forehead, “I brought some things from home over earlier.”

“Oh.”

“You’re just so cute when you’re worried about silly things, Neens,” He explained.

I was about to rebut when we came to the door for our room. Harry opened it with no hesitation—his years of staying in hotels showing— and he propped open the door for me to walk in ahead of him. I ducked under his arm and hung my evening bag on the back of the door, continuing to where the whole room opened up to an expanse of windows.

My eyes were immediately drawn to the drawing desk by the window. Sitting up in a long, white vase was a dozen white and red roses.

“Harry … What are these?”

“Happy debut,” He said behind me as he pressed his chest to my back and wound his arms around my front, when I looked down he was holding a medium-sized, navy box out in front of me, “This is for you as well.”

I slowly took the box out of his hands and straight away he held them firmly across my stomach. His chin rested on my neck, and he observed as I ran my finger over the engraving on the front.

“Harry Winston,” I read the engraved name, “What on earth—

“Open it,” Harry instructed softly, turning his head to one side to press a kiss to the base of my neck.

The box opened with a satisfying pop sound and it folded out like a flower. Resting in the velvet insert was a beautiful, round pendant necklace.

“Harry, you’re not supposed to get me something.”

“Take out,” He urged, poking the back of my hand with his index finger.

“I don’t want to break it.”

Harry chuckled lightly, “You won’t. Take it out, and we’ll put it on you.”

It turned out that it was quite hard to extract from the box, and in the end, Harry in his own fit of giggles had to pull out the whole lining of the box and work from the underside to get it out. But he managed to get the necklace out and just before he put it on he made me go into the bathroom with him, so I’d be able to see in the mirror.

“Lovely,” He declared once the clasp was secured and the small pendant was resting on my skin. Harry ran his hands down my arms and back up again while I inspected how I looked wearing it.

“It’s absolutely beautiful,” I decided very quickly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Harry returned, looking very pleased with himself behind me.

The movement of his hands halted for a moment as he bent down a little to kiss the back of my neck gently. It was a soft kiss that sent something delicious all the way down my spine and the back of my legs. He hummed against my skin, and his fingers trailed up to the zip at the top of my dress, carefully dragging it down to pull the two sides apart carefully.

“We’re going to have to hang this up if I’m going to be doing the walk of shame in it tomorrow,” I told him, referring to my dress.

“My girlfriend doesn’t do walks of shame,” Harry corrected with a growl, his hands slow and deliberate in their movements, “I’ve got something for you to wear tomorrow and pyjamas.”

“You have?” I turned around in his arms and was honestly surprised by him being that prepared.

“I do,” He said in a funny, high pitched voice, “What did you think I meant when I said I brought some things over earlier? It’s moments like these it comes out that you don’t think very much of my gentlemanly ways.”

I moved my arms up to rest over his shoulders and pulled myself up onto my tippy toes, “I’m happy to be proved wrong.”

Harry’s eyes went to my lips then, and I knew there wasn’t going to be much more talking. He pulled me against him and started out the kisses slow and sweet, getting me ready for when the four months of not seeing each other took over, and our hands started moving of their own accord.

It didn’t take long before Harry had me lying on my back on the bed, my dress over the back of the nearest chair and Harry’s nice clothes draped over the top of them. From there it was all hushed words of missing each other, and incomprehensible noises that only made the moment hotter and more dizzying.

After three years so much about sex with Harry was better than I ever could’ve imagined. Because he knew me on so many different levels, the physical connection between us was only heightened. And it grew in me some enormous sense of pride to know I was the only one who got Harry curling his toes together and panting against my skin.

He was all mine, and I got every inch of him to myself.

It was well past one in the morning by the time we were lying side by side, and I was finally reflecting on the day as a whole. My stomach was filled with a warm, settled feeling just having Harry next to me in bed again. Sleeping alone had been something I hated getting used to still. Having another, albeit longer, body beside me I was sure was the best end result I never would’ve dared to dream might happen today.

“What time are you setting it for?”

Harry stopped moving his fingers across his phone screen and turned his head my way, “What?”

I made a point of looking where the clock app was open in front of him, “What time are you setting your alarm for?”

“Neens,” He said sadly, not giving me an answer but only giving me a look that said whatever his response would be I wouldn’t like it.

“Harry, what time?” I asked again, moving my head over to rest against his shoulder for a better look at the screen, “Three a.m.?” I readout.

“Nina—

“—Three in the morning! Harry, what the hell kind of insane time is that? You can’t—

I was cut off by Harry rolling onto his side and forcing me into silence with a kiss, “Don’t get upset, Nina. It’s okay.”

I frowned and watched him as he hovered over me, “You’re leaving in the middle of the night?”

“I can’t stay any longer, I’m sorry. I’ve got an interview I can’t miss before tomorrow night’s show.”

My eyes widened in shock, “You’ve got a show tomorrow … Tonight?” I corrected myself.

“The time difference is a bit funky, but basically, yes.”

It dawned on me then that Harry had only had a day and a half off, that he had jumped on a plane after a matinee and had to be back for a show the following evening. That instead of going out to dinner with the crew and then sleeping until midday like I’m sure he needed, he had flown thirteen hours to London to have not even ten hours on the ground before flying back again.

He wouldn’t even see daylight in the UK.

“Why did you come?” I asked in a small voice, feeling tears welling with the guilt that was settling in. He was going to be exhausted for days from crossing all the time zones.

He let out a horrified laugh, “Why did I come?” He repeated, sounding every bit as defensive as I expected him to be, “I came because today was a huge day for you, and because I could, and because I wanted to.”

“You’re going to get sick from being tired and all the travel.”

“I don’t care,” He shook his head and hooked a leg between mine, “I don’t care.”

I pulled his neck down and held him there until he settled most of his weight on top of me in a tight cuddle, “I don’t want you to go so soon,” I sniffed.

Harry’s hands ran up my sides from my hips, settling under my arms and warming the skin below my breasts, “I know. I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, you idiot, ” I laughed through new tears, “You’re here. You came. You’re too good to me.”

“I love you, Nina Lawrence.”

“I know,” I sighed, containing my emotions slowly.

“I’ll always come when I can.”

“I know.”

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Well, there’s our intro to Harry & Nina, 3 years later. What did you think? Predictions? 

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A Little Surprise

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fluffiness

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic for this fandom (and the first time I’ve written in about two years) so any feedback will be much appreciated! This is just a short little oneshot for Joon’s birthday that I’m trying to use to ease myself back into writing, I hope you enjoy!

Your husband was heading back to Ilsan for his birthday. It wasn’t often that he was blessed with time off, let alone some that overlapped with his birthday, so he thought it would be a nice change of pace to head back to his home town and spend the day with his family. Unfortunately, work commitments had prevented you from heading to the suburbs with your husband. You had been extremely apologetic and tried your best to get out of it (to no avail) but your husband, being the sweetheart that he is, understood completely. He knew that these trips didn’t happen often, but when they did they were extremely important. The fact that you’d arranged to take the weeks before the meetings off to go on a tour around Europe didn’t hurt either. You two had the time of your lives together, visiting all the tourist destinations, admiring the culture and sampling the food. You went everywhere from Venice to Wein to Copenhagen, soaking in the beauty and the history of the places whilst simultaneously revelling in the relative peace and refreshing anonymity that these destinations had granted you. Your husband’s job has meant that you often struggled to find privacy and couldn’t have dates in public areas. But in these places you were nothing but another young couple strolling through the romantic city, free to do and explore as you pleased. You’d both arrived back in Korea with hearts full of love and memories to last a lifetime. 

A week later, when he was headed to his parents’ without you, he found that he did not feel disappointed but instead immensely grateful for the time you were able to spend together. He hadn’t been able to spend his birthday with his family since pre-debut, so obviously he was welcomed home with open arms. Unbeknownst to him, his sister Kyungmin immediately got down to business and began planning a surprise party. As he spent his days wandering around Ilsan indulging in nostalgia, she was busy gathering supplies, inviting his friends and scheming with you. Although you were on the other side of the world, you had been doing your best to hurry along proceedings at work. You’d rescheduled some meetings and worked gruelling hours for days, often working 18 hour days with no break. Your schedule was jam packed, but you were painfully close to wrapping the deal that had been the goal of this trip. Although you were overworked and certainly on the verge of burning out, it would all be worth it to see the look on Namjoon’s face.

The day of the party arrived quickly, all the preparations had been made and Kyungmin was practically vibrating in anticipation. Namjoon, for his part, was completely oblivious to the plan and was just enjoying the time he had with his family. His members had travelled to Ilsan to spend the day with him, and they spent a good portion of the day hanging out together. Upon their arrival back at your in-laws’ house, Namjoon discovered the place covered in balloons and streamers, and the party was soon in full swing. Your sister in law, knowing Namjoon’s propensity for cute things and how much he adored the Ryan cake you and the members had given him a few years prior, had ordered an adorable Mangnanyong cake, much to his delight. 

With a stomach full of cake and having received gifts from all of his loved ones, Namjoon found himself well and truly content. He was grateful to have so many wonderful friends in attendance, many travelling all the way from Seoul to be there. There were his members (of course), numerous other idols who had taken time out of their busy schedules to be with him, as well as other friends (old and new) from outside the music industry. It was in moments like these that Namjoon felt well and truly loved and thankful for all that he was blessed with in this life. However, it wasn’t long until these thoughts were rudely interrupted by the chaos brought by three of his members.

“It’s your turn to deal with them now, birthday boy” said Yoongi, unceremoniously dumping his hyung and his youngest dongsaeng in front of the other rapper. Suddenly snapped out of the shock of being dragged over, Jungkook bounded towards Namjoon. 

“Hyung, my present was awesome wasn’t it?” His eyes sparkled in anticipation of hearing Joon’s verdict. “Much better than hyung’s right? He always has awful taste for stuff like this!”

Unbeknownst to him, those two had spent the last 10 minutes bickering over whose present was better, driving his other members insane in the process.

“Yah! Has the youth lost all respect for their elders these days? Besides, you know that mine is better, just give it up!” exclaimed Jin.

“A-hem”. Kyungmin cleared her throat, inserting herself into the conversation before her brother could speak up. “I think I’ve definitely got the best gift here”.  

Before either boy could protest, she quickly crossed the room in a few long strides. She pulled on the door and it swung open to reveal you on the other side. Although exhaustion and stress clouded your features, your radiance shone through nonetheless. At the sight of Namjoon, your face smoothed and a brilliant smile overtook your face, causing all the air to be sucked out of his lungs for a moment. Even after all these years, he still found you to be the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Hey” you greeted softly.

“Y-Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in America still?”

“Yeah I was… But I managed to wrap things up a bit early so here I am” you replied

At that he briskly crossed the room and pulled you into his strong, warm arms. The whole room had stopped to witness the touching reunion, but neither of you took notice as you were both too caught up with the other. You buried your head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He smelled of wood and musk and home, and all at once you remembered how much you’d missed him. No matter how many times you’re apart, be it for his tours or promotions or your own work, you were always overcome by a deep yearning for him that could never be satisfied until you were together again. Pulling back, you looked into his eyes and instinctively knew that he was thinking the same thing. You tilted your head up, allowing him to slot your lips together. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, after years of being together this kind of affection came naturally to you two. That is until you were interrupted by two sets of gagging noises, causing you both to pull away and blush sheepishly. Kyungmin and Jungkook grinned at each other impishly, before the former dragged you away from Joon. “Now that you’re here, let’s get this party started!”

The next day, you and Joon were strolling through Ilsan, revisiting some of his favourite childhood spots with Monie. Although the dog was quite the tsundere towards your husband, he had no qualms towards showing affection towards you, licking you and yipping loudly whenever you don’t give him enough attention. You were always glad to see the furry friend whenever you visited your in-laws. You and your husband settled yourselves on a bench in the park as the little white menace ran around chasing squirrels and fetching the occasional stick your other half threw.

“Are you enjoying being home?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

“Yeah, it’s been nice seeing my family and catching up with old friends, but it’s even better now that you’re here” he replied. You hummed in response, sinking further into your husband’s arms contentedly. Suddenly remembering what you came out here to do, you tensed, fiddling with your wedding band.

“What’s wrong?” asked Namjoon, sensing the sudden tension that entered your frame. His eyes travelled to your finger, where your hand was still fiddling with the ring. This was a nervous habit of yours since the very first day he presented you with a ring, which only served to compound his concern.

“It’s nothing really, I just…. I just have another present for you”. Last night you had given him a pair of his favourite wireless noise cancelling headphones that were only available in the states. He had broken his last pair on the flight back from Europe and he hated the prospect of having to wait months for another pair to arrive. Songwriting, travel and hell even monster dishwashing sessions were incomplete without them (even if the latter was slightly unsafe given your husband’s clumsiness). When you whipped them out of your bag, his face lit up like it was Christmas day and you promptly won the debate between the members. 

“What? You don’t need to keep spending your money on me, you already got me a trip and those headphones, that’s already way too much!” he exclaimed.

“It’s not really like that. I wanted to do something different for you. I really hope you like it. Besides, it not like I can take all the credit, the boys helped me with it too. Really they probably did most of the work… So yeah” you rambled, before petering out. With that, you pulled out your phone and passed it to him, pressing play.

The video started with soft piano melody playing a soothing lullaby. Pictures of your adventures with Joon, old and new, faded into view. Some of them were ridiculous selfies taken at tourist spots, or pictures taken by managers or one of the boys, but most were charming candids of your husband. Each shot allowed him to see himself through your eyes, and the infinite pool of love you felt for Namjoon was palpable. Even at the most breathtaking of locations, the camera’s focus never wavered from the man in front of you. A soft voice filtered out of the speakers, your voice, singing a lulling melody that he didn’t recognise.

“D-did you write this song?” 

“Yeah. Well I had some help from the boys, but it was mostly written and performed by yours truly”. His eyes met yours with something akin to awe. How is it possible that the woman that he loves with all of his heart could continue to amaze and astound him every day? “I know sometimes on tour you can’t sleep. I was thinking that maybe this might help when you miss us.”

“Us?” he questioned, but you merely smiled and shook your head, before gesturing for him to continue the video. Pictures came and went, everything from your wedding photos to images from the last tour to pictures from your most recent trip together to Europe. As the music slowed and diminuendoed, his breath caught as the final picture faded into view. A positive pregnancy test. His head snapped up hopefully as his eyes brimmed with tears.

“Is it true? You’re… ” he whispered, too scared to say the words aloud. You forced your eyes up from the ground to meet his, nodding. You and your husband had been trying for a baby for a while, but it had been unsuccessful thus far. That didn’t make it any less daunting to tell him the news though. At that, he whooped before picking you up and spinning you around. Monie bounded over at the commotion, yipping and tilting his head curiously.

“I’m going to be a dad!” he exclaimed excitedly, half to you and half to the dog, before crouching down. He placed his hand on your stomach, before placing a kiss there, on top of your t shirt.

“Joon, you’re not going to be able to feel anything yet” you said, giggling at his actions nonetheless.

“I know” he replied, “but I want to do it anyway”. 

“Hi little bean, I’m your dad!” he whispered softly, staring at your stomach. He stood up in one smooth motion, before meeting your eyes. “It’s amazing, you’ve really got a little life we made together in there”.

“It really is” you smiled.

His eyes flickered across your face, soaking in your every detail.

“I love you so much” he whispered, before pulling you in for one more kiss.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfic #bts scenarios #bts scenario #bts imagine #namjoon scenarios #namjoon imagine #bts x reader #bts fluff #namjoon fluff

[hawk-n-hum]

huzzow i’ve beat myself into writing some more. rosa and frosty belong to @hello-universe-lovers!!

Rosa’s tattered cloak wrapped around her like a comforting presence. Being in Greenpath wasn’t that stressful of an experience, but her past had been. Sometimes, curling up in her cloak was all she had to comfort herself.

No, she chides herself. You’ve a task. And a friend.

She glances over at Frosty. The vessel is happily squishing a clump of moss in their hands, feeling it ooze softly between their fingers. Greenpath is the perfect place for them: Rosa can gather supplies while Frosty remains safe.

Something catches Frosty’s eye, and they point up ahead.

“What is it?” Rosa queries. She peers ahead, but doesn’t see anything.

Frosty continues pointing furiously, clearly gesturing at something.

“What do you--oh!” Something moves, and Rosa snaps in front of Frosty, protecting the fragile vessel with her body. Frosty tries desperately to peek around from behind her, but her bulk does its job.

“You!” She bellows. “Show yourself! We mean no harm, but will attack if provoked!”

The figure freezes, turning to them. Wide black eyes stare back, full of confusion.

A vessel? It didn’t appear to have a nail, or any sort of weapon to defend themself. How have they made it this far, being defenseless as such?

“Oh, dear, I apologize,” Rosa immediately soothes. “I had taken you for a harsher threat. Unless you decide to surprise me sorely, I doubt you mean any harm.” She looks expectantly.

The little vessel, cloaked in ragged lavender and a scarf, shakes their head with owlish eyes.

“Are you alone?”

The vessel shakes their head again.

Rosa bristles lowly. “Where is your accompanying partner, then?”

They point down the path.

“Retrieve them. I wish to speak.”

The vessel nods, curved horns swaying, before they titter away into the greenery. Shortly, they return with a taller, more stern-looking vessel in tow.

“You,” Rosa points. “What are you two doing here?”

The taller vessel, with rough horns and silk tied around their neck, tilts their head. The same could go for you.

“I am retrieving supplies from this place,” Rosa explains level-headedly. “And, so long as you hold true to your actions thus far, we won’t have an issue crossing paths.”

The taller vessel shrugs, purple cloak ruffling.

“Frosty, stay near…” She turns to find Frosty gone. Her heart sinks. Frosty is so frail, and without the right protection, harm would come to them. “Frosty?!”

Frosty pokes their head out of a bush, the smaller vessel doing the same.

“For heaven’s sake, come here,” she scolds lightly. “You nearly startled me to death, silly.”

Frosty hangs their head slowly, ashamed, before pointing to the other vessels. 

“What about them?”

The lavender-donning vessel kneels to draw in the dirt with a stick. H-U-M.

“Your name is Hum?”

They nod excitedly. Hum kneels again, drawing an arrow to their companion, and spells out H-A-W-K. After a moment, they add a grouchy face next to the name. 

“And Hawk.” Rosa pauses. “Grumpy?”

Hawk scowls deeply, doing nothing to defend their own reputation, but Hum nods solemnly.

“Well, pleasure to meet you two, Hawk and Hum.” Rosa bows gracefully. “I am Rosalina, but you may call me Rosa.”

Hum works with their hands for a second, working out the spelling of her name. ‘Rosa!’

“Indeed!” Rosa giggles.

‘Hawk, Hum, see friends!’ Hum explains to her. Hawk nods, bored with it all.

“Friends? I’ve heard of many bugs that live here in Greenpath,” Rosa continues warmly. “Do you happen to know Lorelyn and Leafwing?”

Hum practically explodes with excitement. ‘See! Lorelyn, Leaf-wing!’

Hawk nods again.

Frosty claps their hands excitedly. They know them, too!

“Wonderful!” Rosa beams. “If memory serves, you’ve a little farther to go, no?”

Hawk nods, flicking their head to the path behind them.

“In a hurry?”

Hawk hangs their head tiredly, drained of conversation and needing rest. 

“I see. Before we part, may I give your younger sibling a little gift?”

Hawk doesn’t respond, but Hum jumps in place happily.

Rosa pulls out one of the medicinal flowers she had picked, a deep red bloom that reminded her of her past, for better or worse. “Here, little one, have this as a parting gift.” She holds it out for Hum to take gently, almost reverently. “Place it in water when you get to your friends’ home, and it’ll last longer.” She smiles.

Hum turns to show Hawk their gift. Hawk waves a hand disinterestedly. Hum holds the flower high and proudly, gazing at it with wide eyes.

Frosty taps their shoulder lightly. They have a gift, too! A little blue flower they had found on the path. Not unique in appearance, but on occasion. Hum gently takes the flower from them and holds the two together happily.

‘Pretty!’ They show their excitement. ‘Love!’

“I’m glad you enjoy them,” Rosa hums. “I do believe Frosty and I best be on our way, however. We have places to be, supplies to gather.” She pats the excited little vessel on the head comfortingly. “Hopefully we meet again, yes?”

‘Friends! Meet!’ Hum promises. They give a gentle, careful hug to Frosty before turning back to Hawk and skittering around them tirelessly. ‘Hawk, go?’

Hawk nods tiredly. They wave half-heartedly at the two as they turn to leave, Hum peeking over their shoulder once more to wave goodbye.

“Well, Frosty, it appears we’ve made some new friends, then,” Rosa remarks. 

Frosty nods happily. They were always excited to have new friends!

“Hopefully next time we’ll be better prepared.” Frosty nods. They want to give their friend a pretty gift! Maybe Hum will have something exciting to give, too!

“Alas, it’s time we head back,” Rosa sighs. “Would you like to walk, or take the high route?”

Frosty immediately reaches up, standing on the tips of their toes.

“Very well,” Rosa smirks. She kneels down, allowing Frosty to clamber onto her back carefully. With two pats, the vessel signals that they’re ready to go, and she stands gracefully to full height.

“Off we go.”

#hawk n hum #rosa #frosty #mav writes

[guysbeingdudesbeingbros]

Exam Stress ~ Blake Imagine

Prompt: hello! since it is/just been exam season for a lot of people could you write a blake one where y/n is up late trying to study but blake keeps distracting her with kisses n cuddles and begging her to come to bed and y/n gets increasingly annoyed until she gets really upset because she’s nervous/stressed and ofc blake is an absolute sweetheart he just comforts her?? thank you i hope you’ve had a lovely day!!

Usually you weren’t nervous for your exams. You were a decent student, getting pretty good grades and enjoying most of your classes.But you were terrified for your math exam. You were awful in math, nothing made sense and everything got mixed up in your head.

So you settled in for a long night a few days before the exam, intent on teaching yourself a whole semester’s worth of information.

You were sat at your desk, books spread out all around you. It was only late afternoon, almost dinner time. You had been studying for a few hours, but so far you felt fine. You took breaks to grab a snack, stretch, scroll through twitter. You had gotten through a couple chapters without feeling confused, which was making you feel better about learning everything tonight. 

Your phone buzzed, making you look up from the problem you were working on. 

From Blakey: Can I come over after dinner? I miss you :( xx

You smile at the message, finding it adorable that you haven’t seen your boyfriend in a day and he says he misses you. 

To Blakey: I need to study, so if you come over you have to be quiet and not annoying... 

You reply, wanting to see him but also knowing that he will also try to distract you. 

From Blakey: You won’t even know I’m there! xx

You shake your head, really rethinking why you said yes in the first place. You went back to your books, trying to get as much done before Blake got to your house. 

For the first hour Blake was at your house, he was quiet and didn’t bother you. He just walked into your room, pecked you on the lips before laying down on your bed and going on his phone. 

You were honestly surprised he left you alone for an hour, expecting him to only last a few minutes at most. 

“Take a break and cuddle with me, Y/N!” Blake said, making you turn around to look at him. He gave you puppy dog eyes, being very dramatic. You roll your eyes fondly before turning back around to your work.

Things were starting to get confusing again. And it had nothing to do with Blake being there. You understood some of the problems, but then they would throw in a fraction or an exponent, and you would be lost again. The problems were getting longer, more complex, and you felt yourself falling behind. 

Blake’s arms wrapping around your neck made you jump, you were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear him get up off of your bed. You just let him hug you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head to watch you work. You messed up the problem, groaning quietly when you erase it to start again. 

“When is your exam?” Blake asks quietly, not wanting to annoy you but finding himself genuinely curious, and slightly bored. 

“Three days from now,” you answer absently, concentrating on redoing the problem in front of you. You get halfway through it, before getting stuck. You grab your textbook next to you, flipping vigorously through the pages to find out how to finish the problem. You find the chapter you need, reading through the explanation. You sigh, seeing that the answer was easy to get. 

Blake presses kisses to your neck, breaking you from your thoughts. You honestly forgot about him for a second. “What B? I’m trying to work,” you sigh, looking up at him. He’s standing behind you, playing with loose strands from your ponytail. He leans forward, placing an upside down kiss on your lips. He lingers for a few moments, pressing light feathery kisses on your cheeks and jawline. 

“You seem stressed. How long have you been studying?” Blake asks, eyes showing concern. You smile at him softly, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers a little. 

“Only a few hours, I have to reteach myself everything,” you admit, giggling when he winces sympathetically at you. 

“Well let’s take a break to get a snack,” Blake offers and you agree, partially because you were hungry, but partially because you know that if you spent a little time with him Blake would leave you alone for a little while again. Win-win scenario. 

Two hours later and you were very annoyed. It was getting late and over the past half hour Blake had not stopped bothering you. 

At first, it was just asking you random questions or showing you something on his phone. And you paid attention to him, not wanting to be rude to him. But, then it escalated to Blake cuddling you while you worked. He pulled up an extra chair, sitting right next to you while you tried to keep studying. He would rest his head on your shoulder or kiss down your neck. 

You giggled a few times, knowing that he just wanted to spend time with you and keep you from getting too stressed. But, the chapters you were working on were so hard. You’ve been stuck on the same problem for about 25 minutes now, unable to figure it out and find out how to solve it. You tried googling the question, using apps to answer it, even checking the back of the book to see if the answer was there. But nothing. It seemed like your teacher put the problem there to confuse you completely. 

And Blake’s constant nagging was not helping. In fact, it was pushing you closer to your breaking point. 

“Y/N, it’s late love and you’ve been working all day. Just come to bed,” Blake pleaded, pulling your arm a little. You shake him off, growling a little under your breath when you have to erase all of the work you’ve done. You restart the problem, but within a few seconds you mess up. You curse, scribbling out the whole problem angrily. 

“Seriously, let’s sleep. It’ll make sense tomorrow,” Blake continued to say, thinking you were ignoring him. But, you felt yourself getting worked up. “Y/N! Come on! Just stop studying and relax!” He sighed. And you snapped. 

“Blake! Can you just stop for a second! I can’t stop studying, the exam is in a few days and I don’t know anything! I’m going to fail!” You shout at him, making his eyes widen in shock. He just stares at you, unsure of what to say to calm you down. “I can’t get this stupid problem! And I won’t pass this exam, I’m such a dumbass...” you shout, your voice cracking at the end. Frustrated tears fell down your cheeks. You felt exhausted, hungry, and overworked. 

Blake approached you slowly once he saw you crying. He wrapped you up in his arms, cradling your head onto his shoulder. “Shush, love. It’s okay, the exam is in a few days, you have plenty of time to learn how to finish the problem. You’re exhausted,” Blake whispered, rubbing soothing circles in your back. You let out a few pitiful sobs, too tired to move your head from his shoulder. You felt the long day catching up to you in his arms, feeling the last of your energy drain away. 

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” Blake asks, pulling back a little to look into your eyes. You nod, giving him a watery smile. He smiles back, wiping your tears off your cheeks with his thumbs. He kisses your forehead before leading you to your bed. Blake pulls back the covers, holding them up for you to climb in. 

Just as you get settled in your bed, you see him start to turn away. You reach out quickly to grab his wrist. He turns back around to you, a questioning look on his face. “Can you stay with me?” you ask in a small voice, hoping he wasn’t annoyed at you for being rude and shouting at him. You watch a soft smile break out across his face. 

“Of course, Y/N,” Blake whispers, sliding into your bed. You turn so your back faces him, letting his be the big spoon. His arms wrap around your waist, squeezing your comfortingly. You thread your fingers with his, resting them on your stomach. 

“Thank you, Blake. I love you,” you mumble, feeling your eyes slip closed. Blake presses a kiss to your upper back, snuggling his head into your hair. 

“Anytime, Y/N. I love you, too,” Blake whispers, and with that you fall asleep. Right before you drop off into unconsciousness, you figure out how to solve the math problem. But, instead of jumping up out of bed to write it down, you just snuggle closer to Blake, leaving it for tomorrow. 

Sorry for the delay in posting! Hope you like it! Good luck on your exams if you haven’t finished them yet! 

Thanks for requesting, much love 

xx

#Blake Richardson #new hope blake #blake imagine #blake richardson imagine #new hope club #new hope club imagines #nhc imagines #imagines #new hope club one shots #one shots #prompt #request

[septic-heart-and-mind]

“Changed” - “Who Is He” (Antisepticeye Fic) Pt. 4

Literally can’t stop writing, it seems - inspiration is flowing for once and part four is already here!! Hope you like it! :D 

@watermelonsinmyattic @steffid101 @geekygirl0816 @emeralddoesthings tagging you as you guys seem to be following this ^-^

Signe’s POV

I waited and I waited. Hours went by. I couldn’t take my eyes away from Seán until I saw him open his. I barely even blinked in case I missed it, and I refused to leave the room or sleep. I couldn’t think about anything else until I knew he was awake.

“Come on, darling,” I wept softly with trembling lips, stroking his head, “Please wake up now… Please…” Still nothing, not so much as a twitch. “Please, sweetheart, wake up… I miss you…” I began caressing his face delicately. “I miss you so much… So, so much…” His eyes appeared to move under his eyelids. I gasped. “Seán?” Gradually, slowly, his eyes began to open. He looked weary, but he was finally awake. “Hello, you,” I said fondly, smiling through tears at him. He tried to respond, but his body didn’t seem to have the energy to allow him to speak and no sound ever left his mouth. “Shhh, don’t speak,” I told him gently, still gently running my fingers across his cheek. He wasn’t awake for long, before he ended up succumbing to sleep again; he was utterly exhausted. Now that I’d seen him wake up, I knew I needed to try and get some sleep somehow. If I wanted to be there for him properly, I needed to rest at least a little bit. I took myself home, but I couldn’t sleep when I got to bed. All I could think about was Seán. I did eventually fall asleep out of exhaustion, but my sleep was fragmented as I woke up from nightmares. I was so terrified of what was happening, and if it would ever end. It’s hard to get rid of a problem when you don’t know its cause, and we still hadn’t worked out what the cause of all this was. Eventually, I just had to go back to him because I couldn’t sleep or even relax away from him. I got back to the hospital as quickly as I could, and I literally ran back to where Seán was. Except he wasn’t. The bed was empty. I immediately began to freak out. “Seán? Seán?!” I called out frantically as I rushed around the hospital to try and find him. I soon came across one of the nurses that I recognised. “Seán’s gone!” I cried in a panic. “I don’t know where he is!”

“It’s alright,” she replied calmly, “We’ll look for him.” I continued to dash around the building as we searched for him, but I just couldn’t see him anywhere. I was extremely worried because I wasn’t even aware that he was strong enough to get up; I feared that he would be found collapsed somewhere. Those fears faded when I finally found him, in a dark operating theatre that wasn’t currently in use.

“Seán! Oh, there you are!” I said with relief. But I was soon afraid again when he turned around and I saw what was in his hand. A sharp blade. He looked away from it and up at me, and I realised that I couldn’t see his ocean-coloured eyes; they blended in with the darkness. “Seán, what are you doing?” I stammered.

“Just admiring this,” he replied deviously. “So sharp, isn’t it?”

“What - what are you gonna do with that?” I quivered.

“I’ve got ideas,” he teased darkly.

“You should put that down,” I said as I cautiously stepped towards him.

“You should stop telling me what to do,” he answered threateningly.

“This isn’t like you,” I choked, trying not to cry. “Please, just - just put it down…”

“Oh, I will,” he grinned, “Eventually.” I edged a little closer. I slowly reached out my hand and tried to retrieve the blade. He grabbed my wrist and pushed me against the wall, hard. “You stupid, stupid bitch,” he snapped furiously. “You just made a big mistake.” I was petrified of what he was about to inflict on me, and something told me that I had to make an escape somehow. His grip was tight, though, and it felt too strong to fight. Despite how nasty he was suddenly being, I didn’t want to hurt him. I still loved him. But as each fraction of a second passed, I realised that it was my only hope. I bit his hand to loosen his gripped and I kicked him. I broke free and thought I had got myself plenty of time to get away. But before I could even get out of the room, he pounced on me and pinned me to the floor. “You just made things worse,” he threatened me chillingly as he grabbed me by my hair and glared in my eyes.

“Don’t do this…” I pleaded desperately in a quiet, frightened voice.

“Don’t worry,” he smirked, “You’ll never have to see me again.” I felt the blade pierce and tear through my skin. I weakened. Life went black.

Jack’s POV

As I looked at Signe’s limp body, blood streaming from her neck, I suddenly realised what I had just done. The blade fell from my hand and onto the floor.

“No…” I stammered, “No, no, no, no, no…” I checked to see if her heart was still beating. It was - barely. I didn’t see her chest rising or falling. Her life was draining away because of me. “I’m gonna help you, alright?” I cried. I jumped up and ran until I found a doctor. “You’ve got to help her, please!!” I sobbed. “She’s dying!!” The doctor got another’s attention and the two of them hurried with me back to Signe. I knelt down at her side again, gently caressing her pale face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I wept hurriedly as the doctors attended to her, my whole body shaking violently. Eventually they had to take her away to be treated. I sat in the waiting room, rocking and shaking constantly. I gasped for air and I couldn’t stop crying. I wept and wept and wept. My eyes became sore and tired but I still just couldn’t stop. I was so worried and guilty that I had to run to the bathroom to be sick several times. I didn’t even believe in God but I began to beg, just in case. I was willing to do anything if it gave her a chance to survive.

“Jack?” I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up. Mark. I stood up, sobbing. “Oh, Jack, come here.” He hugged me and I held on tightly as I cried my eyes out. “It’s alright, Jack, it’s alright,” he comforted me. “I’m here now.”

“She’s dying, Mark… She’s dying…” I choked.

“Signe?” he checked, his worried eyes looking at me. I nodded tearfully. “I came here because she told me that you were sick. I had no idea about this…”

“It’s all my fault, Mark…” I sobbed.

“No, of course it’s not,” he replied kindly. “How could it be?”

“It’s all my fault!” I repeated tearfully.

“Shhh,” Mark soothed me, “I don’t believe that for one second.”

“I hurt her, Mark… I can’t believe I actually hurt her…” I gasped.

“It must have been an accident,” Mark stated, “You’d never hurt her, you love her so much.” I sobbed harder as I thought about how deeply I loved her and I feared for her life.

“He made me do it…” I wept.

“Who did?” he asked concernedly. “You mean… the voice?”

“I didn’t love her… He changes me, Mark… He made me want to kill her…” I spluttered hurriedly. “I love her so much, Mark, I love her so much…”

“I know you do,” he replied sympathetically. “I know you wouldn’t even harm one hair on her head. Let alone… this.”

“If she dies I’ll never forgive myself… Never…” I wept. I looked at my hands and saw that I had her blood on them. I rushed to the bathroom to throw up again, and then I immediately washed my hands over and over. Even when they were clean, I scrubbed them until they were red raw and stung horribly. I returned back to the waiting room.

“Are you alright?” Mark asked caringly.

“Not until she is,” I replied shakily. I didn’t even sit down this time; I just paced around nervously and continued crying with guilt and stress.

“You’ll tire yourself out doing that,” Mark said, “Maybe sit down.”

“I don’t want to,” I cried. “I don’t deserve to…” I looked at my hands again, the ones I had potentially killed the love of my life with. “I’m an idiot…” I wept. “I’m a stupid, stupid idiot!” I repeated as I punched the nearby wall over and over again. It pained my hands, but I really didn’t care in the slightest. I wanted it to hurt me. I wanted to break my hands after what I’d done. Mark gently pulled me away from the wall to stop me hitting it and doing any more damage to myself. I wept, and he hugged me again. I decided to do what he said, so we both sat down. Exhausted, I rested my head on Mark’s shoulder. I fought it and fought it, but my eyes just grew heavier by the second. I did everything I could to keep them open, but eventually I just had to cave in.

I jolted awake with a gasp, as I had just relived my attack on Signe while I was asleep. I saw the blade in my hands slash her throat. I saw the blood. I saw the life and colour draining from her beautiful face. I couldn’t even reassure myself with ‘it was just a dream’ - because Signe’s life really was hanging in the balance because of what I’d done to her.

“Signe…” I cried. “I want Signe…”

“I know, I know,” Mark replied empathetically, rubbing my shoulder. Hours and hours of tears later, a doctor finally approached us with news on Signe. I immediately jumped up from my seat.

“How is she? Is she okay? Can I see her?” I spoke hurriedly.

“She’s alive,” he replied, and I let out a huge, relieved sigh.”She’s still very ill but she’s alive. She’s strong, considering.”

“Can I see her?” I repeated tearfully.

“Yes, you can,” he answered, “I’ll take you to her.” The three of us made our way to the intensive care unit. I saw that she had lots of monitors and things attached to her, which all looked very frightening and it made what I did to her even more real. Too real. I covered my mouth and sobbed again. I went over to her and sat beside her, tears pouring.

“Oh, Signe… Look at you…” I wept, caressing her face carefully and lovingly. “I’m so, so sorry, skat… Please forgive me…” I placed a kiss upon her forehead. “I love you,” I told her not much louder than a whisper. “I love you so, so much.” Now that I’d been sat there a few moments, Mark joined me and sat at her other side.

“I’m here too, Signe,” he told her, fighting not to cry. “We’re both here.”

“My poor Wiish…” I sobbed, running my finger gently across her head. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I couldn’t stop apologising, caressing her and giving her kisses. I couldn’t stop telling her I loved her. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her until I saw her open hers.

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #jack and anti #anti fic #new fic part 4 #hope you like it

[ak-fantasies]

Meant to be

Genre: Angst/sorta Fluff(?), Coffee Shop AU

Pairing: Kise Ryouta x Reader

Taking a breath, I got out of my car and started walking into the coffee shop. I had a rough week, and was deciding to treat myself today.

My boyfriend, well ex, had been cheating on me with my best friend, or who I thought was my best friend. It was annoying and on top of that, I had work and college stress. I just needed a break and best way was to indulged myself in coffee since I had too much college and work to be out drinking.

I enter the coffee shop, which had a soothing atmosphere, walking straight to the cashier.

“Hello, how may I help you today?” A tall blonde guy was behind the counter. He was wearing the coffee shop uniform, which looked good on him by the way, and had the most gentle voice.

“Uh… Yes.. I would like a small Ice white mocha, with whipped cream on top please.” I said, my order. He reached over, grabbing a cup and writing down my order upon the cup. He placed the cup down and touched a few buttons on the screen.

“Would that be all?” He asked, giving me a smile. I swear that smile gave me butterflies.

“Yeah..” I said, trying to suppress my blush. HE smiled and pressed a few more buttons before telling me the total. I handed him the exact amount and he gave me a receipt.

“Here’s your receipt and your drink will be ready in a few minutes.” He asked, giving me my receipt. I accepted the receipt before walking to a table. I took off my backpack and placed it on the chair beside me. I was tired of this week. I was so stressed out over work and college that I didn’t’t even cry when I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. He wasn’t worth the tears anyways, however we were together since high school. We were in our 3rd year of college and we been together since our first year in high school, so it had been a little difficult. I took a deep breath, as my cup of coffee was placed in front of me.

“Here you go.” The tall blonde gave me a smile. I smiled back.

“Thank you..” I replied, and he bowed before walking away. I swirled the drink with the straw before taking a sip. I hummed in delight, I needed this. I smiled softly to myself feeling tears in my eyes.

“Wow.. I’ve never met someone who cried after taste coffee.. was it that good?” The tall blonde said, somehow appearing next to me. He gave me a smile and placed a piece of chocolate cake in front of me.

“I didn’t order this..” I said, blinking away my tears.

“It’s on the house…” He smiled, before returning back to the counter. The butterflies filled my stomach again. It made me smile, he was sweet.

After a few long hours, I packed up my homework and paper work leaving for home.

A few weeks later, I found out that my ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend were planning on getting married and that they have been dating for about 2 years when he was dating me. I couldn’t believe that I was that stupid to leave them together when something last minute came up. It really made me feel like a stupid idiot. I went back to the coffee shop because the last time I was there, it cheered me up.. Well he cheered me up, and I had hope to see him again. Deep down inside I knew it was wrong.. It felt like a rebound..

“Welcome back.” A familiar voice answered as I walked through the door. There he was.. I walked up to the cashier and looked at him. His name tag was on his left shoulder. I looked at the name. Kise Ryouta. What a nice name..

“What would you like today?” He asked, and I snapped my head to look at his face.

“Small Ice white mocha please.” I said and he smiled, repeating the same action he did last time. He told me my total before I gave him the cash.

I walked to the same table I sat last time, sighing. Seeing him made me feel a little better however my ex was still on my mind.

I heard the chair scraping on the floor when I looked up to see him sit in front of me.

“Hi.. Here’s your drink and a piece of chocolate cake on me.” He smiled, pushing the plate and cup towards me.

“T-thanks…” I said, stuttering. His smile was bright and beautiful, just like his hair.

“My name is Kise Ryouta.. What’s your name?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“(Y/L/N) (Y/N)..” I said, softly.

“Pleasure to meet you. Last time you were here, you looked very down and now you’re back.. Did something happened?” He asked and I shook my head. “Ahh… it must be weird since we’re just strangers.. Um…” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aren’t you working?” I asked, softly and he chuckles.

“I’m on my break now.. I couldn’t let a girl feel down by herself.” He said, making my face turned three different shades of red.

“Thank you.. Just had two rough weeks.” I said and he nods.

“Boyfriend trouble?” He asked, his face a little down. I shook my head.

“Ex-boyfriend trouble.. We aren’t together no more.. He was cheating on me for 2 years with my best friend and I didn’t know until last week.. Now they’re planning on getting married.. And it’s just… It’s stressful because I had to deal with this, college, and work.” I began ranting but stopped myself when I realize I was pouring out my feelings to a complete stranger. Well a good-looking stranger, but none the less a stranger.

“Oh…. Well I think he’ll regret it. I mean I don’t know you but, you seem like an amazing person.” HE grinned, causing my face to turn even more red, if that’s even possible.

“Thank you for your compliment.” I said, look at the cake. I grabbed the fork and picked up a piece of cake.

“This might be a weird request but.. can we be friends?” Kise asked and causing me to choke a little on the piece of cake.

“Um… well… sure.. I would like that a lot.” I smiled at him. His grin grew wider.

That was how we met, me and my best friend Kise Ryouta. And now he’s not only my best friend but someone I have the biggest crush on. However, after visiting him almost everyday, I found out that he was very popular with the girls. Many girls went to the coffee shop because of him and every time he sat with me, I would receive glares from the girls. He would smile and reassure me to not be bother by the girls. I sighed and he pouts. He reached over to touch my hands softly.

“You’re my best friend… I’m not going to let a bunch of crazy girls separate our friendship.” He said, giving me the signature smile that every other girls wish he would give them. I blushed and nod. I didn’t trust my voice in speaking.

He was always kind and we hung out after school. I found out that he was going to the same college I was going to. He was studying fashion and modeling. And I totally understand modeling. I mean he was really really good looking.

“Um.. Kise-kun… I was wondering.. We been best friend for a few months now, I was wondering if you liked anyone? I mean.. I tell you things about who I like but you never tell me anything.. And I’m supposed to be your best friend..” I pouted. He chuckles and pets my head.

“You like talking so I just listen. You seem to never stop talking..” He he laughs, making me blush. I didn’t realize I talk so much.

“Ah… sorry.” I said, bowing over the the table. He puts his hands up and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry.. I was only teasing…” Kiss lets out this cute giggle. I look up at him, face still a bit red. He smiled and put his chin in the palms of his hand. “There is a girl I like… She’s super sweet and nice. She likes to talk a lot.. I really like her a lot though.” He smiled, making me blush. It sound like me… My hopes were up. If I can tell him I would and seems like I had a big shot.

A week later, after our conversation. I took a deep breath. I had dressed up a little different from how I normally dress for today. I walked into the coffee shop and saw Kise standing there.

“Hey Kiss… Are you on break?” I asked.

“I will.. in a bit…” He answered, looking at my outfit. I gave him a smile.

“Okay.. well.. I’m going to be outside this time.. Can you meet me out here?” I asked and he nodded. His face seeming to turn red.  

I sat outside, waiting for Kise’s break. When he comes outside, I stand up from my sea and walked closer to him.

“On break?” I asked and he nodded. I smiled and started fidgeting with my sleeve.

“You look nice… What did you want to talk to me about?” Kise said, making me blush.

“Thanks… I uh… Well I know we been friends, best friends for about 7 to 8 months… And I wanted to tell you that…” I bit my lips before a voice pierced the air.

“Ryouta-kun!” I turned around to see a beautiful girl, who I believe was a model.

“Ayumi-chan!” Kiss waved and jogged over to her. I just watched him, having the benefit of the doubts. However I would’t be surprised. He gave her a hug and my heart broke again, but I didn’t show it. I sucked it up and put on a happy face. Since he didn’t grow up with me nor been my friend for a long time, I knew he wouldn’t be able to sense anything wrong if I didn’t show it.

He brought her over, not holding her hands because there were many of his fangirls around.

“(Y/N), this is my girlfriend. I just asked her out the day after I told you that I liked someone. Isn’t she pretty?” He asked and I nodded.

“She’s beautiful. You’re ver beautiful. I love your outfit…” I answered Kise before turning to her and complimenting her.

“Thank you.. Ryouta-kun had been giving me tips about my outfit… But I do like your outfit.” She replied and I smiled, or at least tried too.

“It’s something different from what I’ve seen. It really matches you (Y/N)..” He smiled and I gave a small smile back.

“Thanks..”

“Oh.. you wanted to tell me something?” Kise asked and my eyes widen.

“Oh.. yeah.. I just wanted to tell you that, even though we been friends, best friends, for 7 to 8 months… I’m glad that you’re by my side and supporting me. IF you need anything let me know..” I said, and he gave me the biggest smile.

“I will.. Thank you… Oh, lets head inside.. It’s hot out here..” Kise said and I gave them a smile.

“You go ahead.. I need to get home to start on my homework and maybe take a nap…” I said, making up an excuse. Kiss frowned.

“Awh… okay… Goodluck..” He said and walked inside with his girlfriend.

Once I got home, I broke down crying. I received an unsaid answer for my unsaid words. I picked myself up to finish up any work I had. Taking my mind off of Kise.. Taking my mind off of the rejection. My phone rang with text message from Kise asking me if I did my work okay. And when I didn’t answer he asked if I was okay.. Even if I felt down, there was no reason for me to expect something in return. I took a deep breath before texting Kise that I was fine. Somewhere deep down I wasn’t sure if I could be friends with him because I liked him too much. However I didn’t want to lose him as a best friend. Our friendship was too precious to let lose, so I locked away my feelings and focused on being a good friend.

Locking away my feelings went easier than I would expect. I still kept in contact with Kise, but I’ve became more busy with school work and my current paid internship. Since I didn’t see I’m often, my feelings slowly locked the locks of my heart.  

After about 1 month without seeing Kise at the coffee shop, I headed back, missing interaction with him and coffee.

The moment I enter the shop, I was pulled into a hug.

“(Y/N)-chan…. It’s been so long… where have you been…?” He was fake crying on my shoulder, before pulling away. I chuckled and pet his hair.

“Sorry, been busy..” I replied. His face was lit up and he smiled.

“The usual?” He asked and I nodded. His girlfriend was sitting at the table I always sat at. I smiled and walked towards her.

“Hey…” I said and she smiled back at me.

“Hey… Kise missed you..” She smiled and I chuckled.

“He told me… Uh… I wanted to ask a favor.” I said, sitting down. She looked at me, giving me her attention.

“Sure… what is it?” She asked, and I knew that I would not regret letting him go, even if it hurts my recovering broken heart.

“Take care of him. He is very special to me because he help me go through my time of needs.” I said and she giggles.

“I will.. I promise… I’ll take care of him..” She said and we both looked at each other with the biggest smile.

Even if I didn’t get him, I still wish for him to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me. I wish the best for him and her.

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