#If you are really really bored next Sunday night and want to listen along text me I’ll send you the link lol. I’m v excited for that show!

[sunburnacoustic]

I was talking to someone about Muse at the radio station and we had the funniest chat that went like this,

Them: ‘Oh! I didn’t realise you were that into Muse! Tough question I know, but where would you rank them amongst your top 10 artists?’

Me: :)

#No. 1 lol #Easy next question #Just this once :) #muse band #musers #It was v funny #I told him we were doing a 1.5 hour absolution listen closer to 29 Sept the U.K. release date #(And literally guess who helped me with that?? Muse Tumblr!!! I’m so excited for this :)))) #If you are really really bored next Sunday night and want to listen along text me I’ll send you the link lol. I’m v excited for that show!

[kkusuka]

december 14th

synopsis: imagine being the object of both Miya twins affection? they’ve know you were theirs from childhood, it just took you a damn long time to realize it. 

osamu miya x reader x atsumu miya 

(i have no idea what this is or where it came from) 

just your normal childhood bestfriends turned obsessive bastards kind of fic! 

THIS GETS KINDA DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN TERM

SEVERE MANIPULATION ‼️‼️

and an overuse of crossed out text. (clarification at the bottom for anyone who is confused) 

is this angsty?  

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you had entered their life in a whirlwind of childhood laughter. it must’ve been hard for you to move all the way from Tokyo to boring ‘ole Hyogo. moved strait to them. but you seemed to love everything about your new environment, and things over there seemed to like you right back. it was bright and sunny and everyone had funny accents!

everyone was so nice, especially the twin boys from the house across the street. the second day you arrived in the town they had shown up on your doorstep and invited you to practice some volleyball with them, but you assume that is was because their mother forced them too. from the way they had laughed when you had taken one of atsumu’s sets right to the face or how osamu didn’t bother speaking to you until you had hit a spike, you were under the clear impression that they did not like you. don’t think that, they love you, they always ask to go over y’know?

 that was until the first day of your new middle school when you heard all about how the miya twins had a cool new neighbor from tokyo. apparently they had been blasting it through the school, and they didn’t hate you as much as you though. turns out you also walked the same way home at the same time, you with a club you were trying to join and them with volleyball practice, so you ah the chance to get info strait form the source. they would tell you anything if you asked, all you needed to do was keep talking to them. 

that walk home was where atsumu declared that they were simply testing you and seeing if you could truly be friends with them. or, as horrific as they made it sound,  you were a girly-girl who was scared to get dirty. luckily you were a fair mix of the descriptions and form then on they were your self-proclaimed protectors. now and forever, they promised. 

the rest of your middle school days wee filled with mindless banter about how cool aran-kun was and how atsumu was going to make it to the Olympics, no matter what. and he declared that you were coming with him. of course not after osamu chimes in about how your going to go with him, to achieve whatever food related path he treaded. 

graduating middle school was the beginning of a new chapter in you and the twins. You had helped them dye their hair and they made sure that absolutely no boys, other then them, were near you. (with the exception of the team and a few of their closest friends) not that anyone who did get too close to you ever did again. now the you were official high-schoolers your parents became more then aware of your close relationship with the twins. the late movie night sleepovers were moved into a more open space where your mother could spy on what you were doing “just in case.” you were also increasingly aware of how the twins had grown. 

they were no longer the small and twiggy boys who had made you play volleyball with them every Sunday. and they noticed that you weren’t that same small girl that would hold things above their head for that short span of time you were actually taller than them. they liked being taller than you, it made them feel powerful.  first year was full of atsumu’s gloating about the all Japan training camp and his new best friend Omi-chan (which did hurt your feelings that you were replaced, but he assured you that you were in fact he favorite living thing on the planet)  and osamu’s grimaces, having to listen to his brother. 

the end of first year was when you truly realized how popular your two best friends had gotten. girls would leave things in their lockers almost daily and the two would take the gifts with great pride. looking back they never did get into a real relationship with anyone.  

it was September of second year that everything took a turn. you had begun to date a boy form the class below, Takehiro. they hated him, you were leaving them, you cant leave them. you had noticed their obvious distaste of the boy, and takehiro seemed not to like them right back. the relationship lasted about a month before he began to try and convince you that the twins were bad for you, and that you should try and move away from them. no, you can’t do that. get rid of him he was bad for you. listen to them. what kind of boyfriend doesn't let his girlfriends have other fiends? thats a bad sign, y/n. 

and with that it was just you and the twins again. as it should be. it was great, you had all of your fun and the twins became themselves once more. one month and 17 days until a point of no return you’ve never thought you’d have to cross. there was no need, it should have happen sooner if anything. 

december 14th, second year. outside the school gates

5:26pm

“look, y/n, i-i, really like you and i was just wondering if-” the poor boy didn't even get to finish his sad confession. two warm bodies were already next to you and glowering at the poor pathetic boy. 

“were, ya sayn’ somthin’?” atsumu. 

“yea, sorry we interrupted.” osamu. 

your wonderful protectors, they would help you out of this mess like always. this guy won't be having any of you. you belonged to them. 

“we jus’ happen to notice-” 

“that ya we talkin’ to our girl, y’know, had to come check it out”

you usually found comfort in them finishing the other sentences, but now it seemed to awaken something more sinister in the twins. you just didn’t see it last time with poor takehiro.  you could hear the venom and possessiveness coming from their words. but all that was drowned out by atsumu pulling you into his arms. how it should have always been, let it happen, don't fight. 

‘yer ours, remember that, no stupid boy is ever going to have you-”

“the only people who will ever have yer is us, understood?” 

you’re theirs, always have been, you knew it, they know you know it. you were just not looking for it hard enough. 

yes you did, somehow you had seen this coming all along and just didn't want to acknowledge it, but no it seems as if you had to face the two faced monster, you pprotecters, this is all for you, that was hiding since you moved to the small town in hyogo. home, your home.

two sets of hands grabbed at you guided you back into the house that was across the street. home home home

“it’s ok if you don’t know it now, we have all the time in the world to show you” 

they were your home from the minute you opened the door on the second day in the town. you just took too long and they had to rush a bit. no worries they have the rest of their lives to show you what home really is. 

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(just a little briefing bc when i originally posted this on my old account there was some confusion, the crossed out text is the twins and as the amount of split text increases so does the amount of control the twins have over you, thats why there is so much and why it gets more frequent towards the end. than you <33)

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[readyourimgaines]

Age Doesn’t Mean Much

Summary: Five times the BAU remembered Reid’s younger than them plus one time they were violently reminded he’s not a child. 

Spoiler/Trigger Warning: The entire ending of the second season’s 15th episode: Revelations. 

Dr. Spencer Reid was merely 21 when SSA Jason Gideon convinced him to join the BAU. With the exception of Aaron Hotchner (who had also read the young doctor’s file) the team wasn’t sure how to feel about the inexperienced man. 

Other than giving a pointer or two to a professor lecturing on a cold case, Reid had no experience working in the field. The others figured that was why the poor kid pushed himself so hard: to prove himself. 

Right after the first case, Elle stopped talking down to him. Half way through the same case, Morgan decided he’d taken the doctor under his wing. JJ was the first of Hotch’s subordinates to warm up to Reid. Their friendship was an awkward one for a couple of days. To an outsider, it looked as though a childhood friend was trying to help the other through a bout of amnesia. 

Though the team never again questioned Reid’s ability on the field, there were times when they were suddenly reminded of Reid’s age. 

1: Trying to Balance on a Curb While Walking

Hotch lost count of how many times Jack would walk on the curb, one foot in the front of the other, both arms outstretched for extra balance. Almost always, one of Jack’s hands would be firmly holding one of his father’s. SSA Hotchner almost laughed at himself when he nearly held Reid’s hand on instinct. 

Reid and Hotch were walking alone to get lunch for the unit while between cases back home. They’d been walking side-by-side while Reid babbled happily about the last book he finished. Hotch contently listened, his mind occasionally wondering. 

Hotch’s mind was pulled back to reality from one of its wonderings when his hand had brushed against Reid’s. The doctor’s hand quickly formed into a fist as he concentrated on his balance, his lips pressed tightly together. While Jack had his arms stretched straight out, Reid held his at more of a slant. 

One thing Hotch quickly noticed, and was surprised the scientifically minded doctor missed, was that Reid’s ever present satchel was throwing him off balance. 

“Reid.”

“Hm?”

“Let me hold onto your bag.” Hotch held his hand out to take the leather bag.

“Why?” Reid’s foot touched down on the road as he lost balance now that he was doing more with his brain than focussing on his footing. 

“It's a hypothesis.” Hotch smirked but Reid missed it, not taking his eyes off his sneakers. 

Carefully, as not to fall, Reid removed his satchel and held it out, blindly, for Hotch to take. The older agent held it by the shorted of the two handles as he continued to walk alongside Reid. 

Hotch chuckled to himself upon seeing the look on Reid’s face. The young doctor was looking at his feet, almost in awe. He hadn’t needed to touch down since Hotch took the bag half a block back. 

Once he walked two blocks on the curb- without losing balance- Reid was content and took his bag back, putting it back over his shoulder so the pouch of it bounced against the opposite hip.

“Did you know the position of an object’s center of gravity affects its stability? The higher the center of gravity is, the easier it is for the object to fall. That’s why a small boat- like a kayak or canoe- is less likely to tip if the occupants are seated lower in the boat. 

“Textbooks usually demonstrate this with either a bus and or two cars of different heights and lengths…” 

2: Mismatched Socks

One of the first things Emily Prentiss noticed about Reid were his mismatched socks. Of course, the other BAU members noticed it too, but they never questioned it. It’s just part of who Reid was. Curiosity got the better of SSA Prentiss. 

“Reid?” 

The doctor looked up from his case file. “Yeah?”

“Why do you never wear matched socks?” She looked down at Reid’s ankles and he followed her gaze. One lavender sock, one pink with blue stripes. 

“My uh- When I was a kid, my mom would tell me it was bad luck to wear matching socks.” Reid pulled the lavender sock back up to where it should be. 

“That doesn’t sound like something that could be scientifically verified.” A slight smirk spread across Emily’s face. 

Reid huffed slightly. “The night I was taken by Tobias… It was the first time I wore matching socks in five years. Burgundy with orange stripes.” Reid blinked heavily, clenching his eyes shut. “I don’t wear socks if they match.” He paused again. “Besides, matching socks are boring. Some people say socks should be a shade darker than their pants or a shade lighter than the shoes- Hotch does the former.

“Also, 82% of men in my age bracket wear mismatched socks at least once a week because we keep losing one of a pair. And a family of four- on average- loses 60 socks a year.” 

3: Playing With Jell-O

Reid loved Jell-O. No-one was really sure why, but didn’t ask, either. Everyone had their favorite dessert, so maybe Jell-O was just his? He liked cake, sure, but he didn’t eat it nearly as often as he ate Jell-O. 

On jet rides back home, no-one ever knew what conversations were bound to come up. This week’s was what the team was going to do with a three day weekend and morphed into best desserts. 

“What about you, Reid?” Prentiss drew Reid from his train of thought.

“Hm?”

“You like Jell-O, don’t you, Pretty Boy?” Morgan checked.

“Yeah.”

“Not even Henry likes Jell-O,” JJ smiled at the thought of her young son. 

“It doesn’t have much of a taste,” Rossi added. 

“I think that’s part of why I like it, actually.” Reid fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. 

“Because it tastes like watered down Kool-Aid?” Rossi frowned.

“Yeah. All the other foods are so strong and Jell-O’s not. It’s cool, but not cold, and it’s fun to play with.”

A ghost of a smile danced across Hotch’s face. “Jack likes playing with it. He gets sad when I don’t buy finger Jell-O on accident.” 

“That’s the only kind I buy.” Reid nodded. “The red is my least favorite- It takes like Red 40.” 

“What is your favorite kind, then?” Rossi couldn’t help but ask. 

“Pineapple. Minimal amounts of dyes and you can see through it.”

“No numbers about Jell-O?” Prentiss challenged with a grin.

JJ, Hotch, and Morgan all smiled while Rossi teasily groaned. The groan got a smile from Reid too. 

“Actually, in the US, the Jell-O brand is recognized- by name and product- by 99% of the populous.” Spencer chortled. “That means that if you got a group of 100 people together, only one person would have no idea what Jell-O is.”  

4: Doodles on Everything

Dr. Spencer Reid didn’t always carry his leather satchel with him. Hotch more or less ordered him to get a notebook he could keep in a pocket. The unit chief didn’t care if Reid drew on his arms. The unit chief cared when Reid jotted down notions or points for the running case.

Garcia loved Reid’s little doodles and had a decently sized collection. She referred to him as a “chronic doodler”. The analysis tech found it almost funny that someone as brilliant and talented as Reid had so little artistic skill outside of his geographic profiling maps. 

Reid knew full well that Garcia collected his doodles. After a particularly stressful case- which always resulted in more doodles, Reid would sign and dare the flip book page before tearing it out and leaving it in Garcia’s bunker. 

There were times when Reid would doodle on his arm rather than the flip book simple because it was more convenient. That didn’t mean Garcia didn’t see those ones. No, no, no. These ones, Reid would take pictures of and send to Garcia when a case was getting to her.

Morgan talked to Garcia more than anyone else on a case. Whether or not Penelope voiced her unease, Morgan- ever the profiler- could tell. He’d have Reid a certain look and the younger man would send Garcia texts of his doodles- evenly spaced- throughout the case. If he did the math and found he didn’t have enough, nothing stopped him from drawing a couple more. 

Hotch and Gideon thought of the times their sons would draw a picture or make them a card when they had a bad day at work. Morgan was reminded of the beaded bracelets his sisters used to make him when he was injured in football or his team lost a game. 

The one hitch with their theory? Garcia was the one person who got to keep the drawings. Not even Reid kept them. She knew this fact and gloated about it to the team whenever she got a new one. All of her computer screens in her bunker had a different doodle as the screen saver. 

5: Dependent on the Team

For the most part, the BAU stuck to themselves after hours if they weren’t going out for drinks. Reid was the one exception and the rest of the team found they didn’t mind. 

JJ was the first one he texted. The message was a simple worded question: How can you tell the difference between romantic feelings and transference? The gentle blonde took it upon herself to explain to the doctor that he’d know when he was in love because how being near the person or even just thinking about them made him feel. 

The media liaison assumed she’d never really see the person Reid texted her about that Sunday evening. She was a little less than shocked to see the light in the young doctor’s eyes shift when Morgan wandered into the bullpen Monday morning.  

A month passed before JJ got a message along the lines of the one she was expecting: Reid asking for advice on how to ask someone out. How to better the wording, how to keep from straying off the point. 

The next day, he texted Elle about flowers: I have a date next weekend. Are flowers too forward?

Elle smiled down at her phone, at Reid’s innocence. She told him that flowers were a nice and caring gesture, but that he’d want to be careful with what flowers he got because different flowers sent different messages. 

This was the first of this Reid was hearing. He thanked Elle and thought more. Hotch was married. He must know a decent amount about flowers and such romantic ideas, right? So he texted Hotch: Do you know anything about flower symbolism? Elle says flowers have different messages to them.

Hotch chuckled, getting Haley’s attention.

“What’s so funny?”

“Do you remember Dr. Spencer Reid?” Hotch looked at the blonde. 

“He’s the shy, Autistic boy, right?” Haley glanced up from feeding Jack.

“Yeah. He’s nervous about an upcoming date and texted to see if I know anything about flowers.” Hotch’s thumb was dancing across the flip-phone’s buttons.

“What are you telling him?”

“That roses have the highest chance of getting him in his date’s bed. Pink camellias and carnations are signs of love and longing; ivy means friendship.” Hotch typed this by naming the flowers, placing an equal sign, and the meaning. 

“Do you know who his date is?”

“Not as far as Reid and his date are concerned.”

So yes, he did.

Friday morning- the morning before his date- Reid sat by himself on the jet ride home, trying to read a book he brought. He couldn’t focus on it for the life of him. He’d been staring at the same page for then minutes. He jumped a little when Gideon sat down across from him.

“What has you so nervous?”

“Noth-” Reid stopped short. That wasn’t the right word; the date meant everything to him. “I uh… I have a date tomorrow evening and I’m worried, I guess. I’ve never actually been on a date, but I really like this person.”

“Okay. So what about it has you worked up?” Gideon’s eyes were gentle and fatherly.

Reid thought about how to answer the question. “We’ve been friends for a while and I don’t- I don’t want to mess up so badly that he doesn’t want to be friends-” Reid froze, his eyes wide. “G-Gideon, I-”

“There’s nothing wrong.” The older man squeezed the younger’s shoulder. “If your friend know you as well as you know him, I think it’s safe to say he’s not too worried about the friendship failing. Sometimes, Reid, you have to take a leap of faith.”

+One: “I choose...Aaron Hotchner.”

“Choose, and prove you’ll do God’s will.”

“No.”

Click. “Choose.”

“I won’t do it.”

Click. “Choose.”

“I...I choose...Aaron Hotchner. He’s a classic narcissist. He thinks he’s better than everyone else on the team. Genesis 23:4, “Let him not deceive himself and trust in emptiness, vanity, falseness, and futility, for these shall be his recompense.” 

Bang. Raphael took a bullet from Tobais’ pocket and held it up, showing it to Reid. “For God’s will.”

Morgan’s heart shattered at seeing his boyfriend crouched over the body of his captor and tormentor. The side of Reid’s head was coated in dry blood, he was avoiding putting weight on his sock-less foot.

Reid limped his way over to Hotch and hesitantly put a hand on his superior’s arm as though he wasn’t sure the man was there. The young man quickly and tightly hugged Hotch.

“I knew you’d understand.”

JJ was the next to hug Reid, the doctor losing his balance slightly and the liaison easily caught him. 

“I am so sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

The second JJ let go of Reid, Morgan stepped forward and pulled Reid into as tight of a hug as he dared. He needed to feel his boyfriend in his arms but he’d seen the same video as everyone else and didn’t want to hurt him more. 

Prentiss was shocked and looked at JJ with wide eyes when Morgan kissed Reid and the doctor eagerly reciprocated. The blonde just smiled.

*****

@stxrryspencer​ @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese​ @the-need-for-reid-speed​ 

#read your imagines #combefere's journal #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #david rossi #elle greenaway #jennifer jj jareau #jason gideon #derek morgan #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #moreid #moreid imagine

[ziaxkawaii]

I need a Hero (Kaminari X Reader)

Paring: Denki Kaminari x Reader

Warnings: Depressive thoughts, Attempted suicide, Bad language?

Other: Characters are aged up and most working as pro heroes.

Summary: One step in any direction might seem like such a small distance, but for you, it's just enough to find out what's on the other side. In honesty, you were looking forward to it, but then a certain hero makes you think differently.

~When it came to Denki Kaminaris love life, it was basically none existent.

~As much as he was a carefree, goofy, and fun person to be around, Kaminari didn't really attract anyone's interest romantically.

~When he isn't working, he's most of the time hanging out with friends or meeting new people, be it in a baseball game or at the local park or mall.

~Even when he was at work, he would still meet a bunch of new people on the streets if they stop him and ask him to take a picture with them. He might not have as many fans as his previous classmates, but he still gets recognized here and there and he couldn't be prouder.

~He was happy that he had friends and people that cared about his well being. But there was a voice in the back of his mind, telling him he longed for something more. Someone special to care for, fight for, and love unconditionally.

~Yes, he needed to find a partner. Someone to share his life with.

~Seeing his friends with their girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands, and wives made him feel a bit jealous. Of course, he was happy for his buddies and friends, but he too wanted to jump on the train of relationships and he was afraid that he never would. He dreaded the thought.

~Lately Kaminari had been busy with his hero duties. From morning till evening, he spends his time at the hero agency he worked at. Mostly doing paperwork.

~It made Kaminari curious and kind of saddened, how rarely he went on missions lately. For the last three weeks, the only "missions" he did, were patrols. Mainly night patrols because if he did end up fighting a villain on the street, there was a less of a chance of harming any civilians with his quirk.

~He was glad he at least had patrols, otherwise, he would die from boredom.

~At 0.24 AM, Kaminari along with his coworker and buddy, Hanta Sero, are on a night patrol together. The weather was nice and the city seemed pretty calm for a Saturday night. Maybe it was because the night was still young, and the ruckus is yet to start but it didn't bother either of the males to have a little breather. Currently, they were having a quick break on a rooftop.

~Sero inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes. "Man, you really start to appreciate the fresh air when you stay cooped up in an office every day." He commented. Kaminari nodded in agreement as he looked at the bright and beautiful city lights while the chilly cold air tickled his face.

~"Can't say it any better. It feels awesomely great to do something. It has been way too quiet in the office for my liking." He said as he stretched, feeling relief once he heard a satisfying 'pop' from his back.

~"That's right, you haven't been out of the office much, have you."

~"Yeah... it sucks. I kinda wish there was more action going on, it's kind of weird that nothing has been happening lately, it's somehow making me feel nervous." Kaminari admitted as he scratched the back of his head.

~"I feel ya, it is kind of unsettling. For all we know, some villain is planning something dangerous right under our noses and we wouldn't know a thing." Sero jokingly said and then both men heard a short 'ding' from their pockets. Both of them confusingly pulled out their phones to see who had texted them. One look at the text, both males groaned.

~"No way! He seriously can't dump this on us tonight!"

~The one texting them was one of their coworkers, explaining that they had "an emergency" at home and "needed" to leave work early, meaning someone would have to cover their patrol area. Guess who?

~"This is the third time he has done this!" Kaminari complained as he was ready to give the dude a piece of his mind but instead pocketed his phone before he could say something he would regret.

~"We gotta find a way to expose him." Sero nodded. This guy was known for skipping work for the most ridiculous reasons and the other coworkers suffered from it. Not many liked him for this very reason. "Not very manly." As Kirishima once put it when he heard about him.

~"Hopefully in the near future, but for now, we have to go patrol his area too. We heroes can't give the villains an idea that there are parts of the city that they don't patrol." Sero reasoned.

~"I agree, but that's gonna take way more time than what we were scheduled for." Kaminari reminded. "I don't know about you, but I want to sleep tonight." Sero thought for a moment.

~"What if we split up? That way we can get the work done and don't have to spend more time than we have to." He proposed.

~"That's a good idea, but we're supposed to patrol in pairs..." Kaminari muttered.

~"I'm sure it's fine, the city has been quiet the whole evening." It wasn't uncommon for heroes to do solo patrols, but it was always advised to have two-person teams during a night patrol. It was safer that way.

~Kaminari nodded. It was decided that Kaminari would finish their own route while Sero covered the extra. They also agreed that if either of them suddenly needed back up, they would send their location from their watch to the other person, and they would come help.

~It made Kaminari feel more secure. Nothing bad was probably not gonna happen. But if something were to happen, help was only one button press away.

~~~

~Kaminari roamed around the area checking alleyways that seemed shady enough to make sure it was empty, walking past closed shops and businesses and checking the occasional rooftop.

~By now, it has been an hour since Kaminari and Sero split up. It might sound like such a short time to be alone, but for Kaminari, it quickly grew boring. It was almost unreal that nothing was happening on a Saturday night. Or should he say Sunday morning?

~Kaminari walked into another alleyway. Nothing more than dumpsters, trash bags, and mice that ran over his shoes.

~"Ah, damn it!" He exclaimed in a whispering tone as he began shooing the pests away. As he did so, he heard soft humming. He stopped what he was doing and looked around. There was no one there.

~The faint humming kept on going and Kaminari found himself listening to the beautiful tune. He didn't recognize what song it was, but it was beautiful none the less. He spotted a ladder to the building rooftop next to him and he started silently climbing, hearing the humming louder and louder each storey he climbed.

~As he made it to the top, he was expecting to find someone mindlessly humming while they sat on a stool while maybe drinking a warm beverage in the cold outdoor wind. But what he saw made his blood turn to ice and his eyes widen.

~There, on the very edge of the rooftop, stood a young woman, barefoot and wearing a pale yellow cardigan. Their hair fluttered wildly in the wind while they looked all the way down to the street, but they didn't seem to mind as they kept on humming the song Kaminari didn't know, sounding now loud and clear in his ears.

~He didn't know what to do.

~Is that woman about to jump? If so, then how in the world is he supposed to prevent it from even happening? A case like this was a first for him, he has never been in a situation like this and somewhat hoped that he never would.

~But here he was, about to witness death from the front row seat if he didn't do anything.

~The (h/c) haired woman lifted their feet, as though they were going to step over the edge. Out of reflex, Kaminari abandoned his spot on the ladder and dashed onto the rooftop shouting the first sentence that came to mind.

~"DON'T!!!" He stood good five meters away from the girl, but he shouted so loud he might as well been standing next to her.

~The person stopped and lowered their foot back next to the other one. They didn't even flinch when Kaminari shouted. They absentmindedly turned around halfway and looked Kaminari in the eyes.

~Kaminari gulped when the person didn't show any emotion. None at all. They just stood there on the edge like a beautiful porcelain doll.

~"Why are you here?" The woman asked, not blinking once. Kaminari was at a loss for words. What should he say? Should he even say anything? Would that even do anything? The girl waited for his answer patiently.

~"I... I w-was p..passing by and... heard your humming..." Was he making the right move?

~"I see... I hope I didn't bother you." She said nonchalantly. Kaminari immediately shook his head.

~"N-no! I-I thought it was very beautiful. That's why I climbed up the ladder to see who it was..." No... he was making the right move. As long as he's talking to them, they hopefully won't do anything rash. He just needs to keep going.

~"I've heard that plenty of times." She looked back at the city. Shit... What should he say now?

~"H-has someone hurt you? What happened to you? If you want to talk about it, I-I'm here to listen." He dared to take one step forward but not anymore. The woman remained unmoving, this could be a positive sign.

~"How is my personal life any of your concern?... Hero.." Sweat started to drip from Kaminari's forehead. Now he was more than nervous. Was she one of those people who didn't like heroes? Can he handle this by himself?

~Kaminari remembered his watch. He could get Sero here at best in 10 minutes. He would just need to keep her busy. Kaminari was about to push the button on his watch when the woman suddenly spoke again.

~"Actually... Tell me something, Mr. Hero..." Kaminari paused his movements. "Is life worth living, when you are successful in your field of work you love but feel miserable and depressed every single day?" Kaminari lowered his hands, forgetting about the watch completely.

~What did she mean? If you love your work then how can you feel miserable? The stress of success?

~"I guess I can't really answer... I'm happy to work as a hero even when I have a bad day... But, if I would feel I'm unhappy in my agency, I would try another agency to see if I would be happier there." He truthfully explained. The woman nodded softly.

~"That is one way to say it. "Keep trying until you're truly happy." is one of the sentences I've heard a lot. But unfortunately, I can't just do what you would do Mr, hero, that just isn't how it works." She explained in return and then began lightly hopping on the edge as if she was playing a childhood game, which made Kaminari sweat bullets and take more steps closer to you.

~""Three steps forward, smile, come back, lift your hands to your face, and pose." That's how it usually goes. No freedom to choose what you want to do or say in your own damn craft. You just get ordered around and you don't get to decide anything, but they'll still use your name as though you did." 

~She looked at Kaminari in the eyes again. Now that he was closer he could kind of distinguish what color her eyes were. A nice (e/c) that now seemed to burn into his own eyes, the same yellow as the woman's cardigan.

~"Are you now going to say that I'm overreacting? That I just had a particularly bad day today? That I just need to go to sleep, and it will be a better day tomorrow?" It felt like she was taunting him. Daring him to say what the others have said.

~His mind was going in all the directions, trying to figure out how to save someone that doesn't want to be saved. He could easily say that you were just having a bad day because of the short story you told him. But he possibly couldn't. He hasn't seen the whole picture yet. In the heat of the moment he blurted out:

~"No..." For the first time, the woman's eyes widened slightly. She wasn't expecting that.

~"I... I'm in no position to say any of that. I can't possibly judge how much pain you're in if I haven't heard the whole story." He looked down at his feet.

~"I might not know who you are or what you are going through... But all I ask is for you to give yourself more time to maybe talk to someone, one last time. If it doesn't work, then decide what to do." He spoke. He wondered, from where exactly he heard the things he was talking about. He didn't care at the moment, all he wanted right now was for the woman to step down, and away from the roof's edge.

~The woman's demeanor changed. Instead of the blank look on her face, her expression looked... shocked?

~"You... You don't know who I am?..." She questioned, already 80% sure she knew the answer but still wanted a clear confirmation. Kaminari lifted his head from to face the surprised woman and looked at her dumbfounded. 

~"I'm sorry, but I don't. Were you expecting me to?" He asked, trying to figure out if he has seen the woman somewhere before but came up with nothing. 

~"Kind of..." She admitted while she still stared at him, looking like she didn't believe what she was hearing.

~'Is she a girl I met in High school and forgot? Or even in middle school? Why can't I remember?!!'

~'Or is she a...'

~"I'm not a villain if that's what you're thinking, I assure you. Nor have we ever met talked face to face." Like magic, she read his mind, but he was still on the edge a bit which she seemed to sense.

~"If you think I'm a villain, Mr hero, then you can just arrest me now." She lifted her hands in front of her, half-expecting him to actually put her in handcuffs. 

~"No no, there's no need for that! I believe you." Kaminari waved his arms in front of him and stopped once the woman lowered their own hands. "Also, you don't need to call me, Mr hero." He scratched the back of his head embarrassed.

~"What should I call you then? What's your hero name?" He thought deeply for a moment.

~"No... You can call me Kaminari even Denki is fine." He replied confidently and the woman cracked a small smile. It made Kaminari, in turn, to smile lightly, it felt relieving that he managed to make her smile while she was still in a dark place.

~"Alright." She said and hopped off the roof's edge, walking towards a door that held stairs behind it. "It was nice meeting you, Kaminari-kun." Kaminari turned his body to face the departing woman as he slightly panicked.

~"Wha-? W-W-Wait! What's your name?" He asked in a hurried tone. She turned to him.

~"I kind of don't want to tell you." She admitted. 

~"I want to have someone who sees me as for who I am, and not as someone who I was presented as." She finished and left the rooftop, leaving behind a confused Kaminari.

~'What was she talking about?'

~~~

1 Week later...

~Even after a week, the (h/c) haired woman was still in his mind, repeating the last sentence she said to him before leaving the rooftop like a broken record.

~Kaminari didn't tell anyone about the incident. Somehow Kaminari felt like he wanted to give the poor girl a chance to figure things out before involving more people. Then again, even if he did tell someone, what good would it have done?

~He didn't know the victim's name nor her exact address. Plus, no one could force the woman to therapy unless she was breaking the law or causing a disturbance, which she wasn't so his hands were tied either way. 

~Speaking of names, Kaminari was driving himself mad over who she was. In the beginning, she assumed that he knew her but he didn't. She also confessed that they have not met each other in real life, and the way she asked for his name indicated that she really didn't know him. So she wasn't someone who he might've known at one point.

~He also believed that she wasn't a villain, so his options were very limited. How come he can't think of anything?

~"Hellooo...., earth to Denki." Someone spoke from beside him and the said male jumped in his seat. He turned to the owner of the voice and sighed.

~"Wow, for a minute there I thought I won't be able to get you to your senses." Sero joked while chuckling. Kaminari shook his head and turned to his friend again.

~"So what brings you here Hanta?" He asked, trying to get his mind off his previous thoughts.

~"Uhhh... We have patrol remember?" Sero reminded him, already wearing his hero costume and ready to go.

~Oh damn it, he was an idiot.

~"Oh yeah, I remember now! Just give me a sec." Kaminari said as he headed towards the changing rooms. Sero following him.

~"Did you already hear? He got fired this morning...." Kaminaris brain turned on autopilot for the rest of the conversation.

~Before he even realized it, he was already walking down the familiar streets. Alone. What he could remember from Seros explanation was: Since the guy was fired so suddenly, there was no one to do his patrol. So Kaminari and Sero split up again and Sero went to the other route while Kaminari took care of the same one he handled last Saturday night a week ago.

~Last Saturday night...

~Would she be on that rooftop again?

~Kaminari's curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to stop by the apartment building when he got to that part of the area. Just to make himself feel more relaxed when he goes to bed for the night.

~Part of him hoped that the rooftop would be empty and that the person was doing something more mentally healthy, but there was also a 5% part of him that wanted to see the person again. Definitely, not the 'standing on the edge of the roof' way he saw them a week ago, but more like 'they just wanted a breath of fresh air and nothing more' way.

~Kaminari found himself moving faster through the area, while still making sure there was no suspicious activity going on in the middle of the night. Soon enough, he came to the familiar alley and started to climb up the ladder. He peeked from the edge and sure enough, the woman was standing there with the same yellow cardigan. This time, however, she wasn't standing barefoot at the very edge at least.

~She was wearing shoes which was a good sign.

~He made his presence know to the other person by stepping his foot on the roof with stone pebbles crunching under his boots. The person slowly turned around to face him once he walked a bit closer.

~"I wondered if you would show up." She spoke in a half teasing manner, not sounding as hollow as a week ago. Did something happen during this week?

~"Something told me to come and check on you." He told truthfully, not knowing what to else to say.

~"I figured. It must be hard for a hero to accept someone dying so they at least do an effort to see how the person's life is going if they're alive." She mused.

~"Saving and protecting civilians is what we heroes do, we like to see if our actions have made a difference in people."

~"Well, some heroes could surely do a better job if that's what it's about." She commented. Before Kaminari could ask what makes her say such a fact, she changes the subject.

~"But enough about that, instead tell me about your week, Kaminari." She addressed him by his name as she casually sat on the roof's edge, making Kaminari a tad nervous again.

~'Why must she sit so close to the edge?' He grimaced in his mind.

~"You want to know about my day?" He questioned a bit confused.

~"My everyday-life isn't something I much enjoy nowadays, so I'd like to hear someone else's day instead." She looked at him. "Perhaps that would make me feel better." Kaminari hesitantly nodded his head in agreement and started to talk about his day and the past week.

~It wasn't really anything that interesting to talk about to someone, but the look on the woman's face told him differently. They were actually listening to his non-sense rambling and asking questions here and there.

~Maybe working as a hero who likes to joke around and help people with common problems, was by itself more interesting for some, than some other career. But it even surprised him how intrigued the woman was from all the things he had done that week.

~'Maybe she hasn't done things what I have in a long time...'

~After minutes and minutes of talking, Kaminari checked the time from his watch and almost screamed out loud when he read the numbers on the smartwatch.

~"Oh dude! I've been rambling on and on for half an hour! I still haven't patrolled the area!" He exclaimed, already thinking how Sero or his other friends were going to question hat took him so long.

~"Then you should get going, I'm not going to hold you any longer." The female said and stood up. Already walking towards the door.

~"Thank you for chatting with me Kaminari, now I feel less lonely." Kaminari looked at the (h/c) haired girl, now seeing a bit more happiness in her eyes. Seeing it made Kaminari feel better and glad that he decided to stop by.

~"It was nothing, it was fun talking with you." He assured her.

~"Well ain't that nice to hear, have a good night." She lightly bowed her head.

~"Same to you." He responded.

~~~

~Week after another, it became a routine for Kaminari to visit the person who he still didn't know the name of. Both grew quite close during those visits and by now they were very good friends. 

~ After meeting two more times after the second meet up, the (h/c) haired female had proposed that they could see each other perhaps at different times, rather than during Kaminari's patrols at 1 AM. Kaminari agreed and she gave him her phone number so they could text or call each other when they would meet again.

~Since Kaminari didn't know her name, he gave her the nickname Sunflower, due to the yellow cardigan she wears every time they see each other.

~And each time they met, Kaminari started noticing that every day she was happier than the previous day. In the beginning, she only nodded to his jokes, but as time passed, she began to smile more. Fixing her smile from stoic to a small smile and then to a genuine grin was a huge achievement for Kaminari.

~He was proud that he was able to change someone's life for the better. Surely his job's not over, and he doesn't like to refer it as a 'job' since he was doing it because he wanted to, not because he was a hero.

~He mentally made a promise to himself that he'd fix her even if it was the last thing he would do because it would be worth it in the end.

~~~

4 months later...

~"Hey, have you guys heard?" Mina's voice grabbed the attention of all her companions at the table. 

~Her, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and even Bakugou (Convinced to come by Kirishima) were enjoying a cup of coffee at a cafe. It was pretty rare for the old 'Bakusquad' to have a hung out together with all five of them there, but by some miracle, they all either had a day off from work or they had a night shift.

~"Heard about what?" Kirishima asked with his usual happy tone.

~"About the latest celebrity rumor, silly!" Mina exclaimed as she fished out her phone to open the news app, showing it to everyone. There on the screen were countless of articles of the same matter but with different theories.

~'(y/n) (l/n), a well-known song artist is sending love messages to someone with her music videos and interviews!!?'  Read more...

~'Hidden love messages!!? To whom!?'   Read more here...

~'The newest music video by (y/n) (l/n)!!'   Read more...

~"Oh, you're talking about that one singer. Yea, I watch and listen to her music videos, but I haven't really seen anything that would stand out." Sero commented while taking a sip of his coffee. Kaminari raised an eyebrow, as he was confused by what was going on.

~"What are you guys on about?" He asked.

~"Are you joking? It's so obvious that even I realized it after a while. Here let me show you." Mina opened up one of the news articles and started to explain.

~"Before, her music videos were normal and there wasn't anything out of the ordinary for her, but then two months ago the same things kept appearing in her videos, magazine covers, and interviews." She tapped the screen and started playing the most recent music videos published by the artist titled: I need a hero.

~She tapped play and the video started, showing a young woman with (h/c) hair wearing a sparkly black dress and a black blindfold. Though what caught most of Kaminari's attention was the sunflower shaped jewelry/pin on the right side of her chest.

~As the woman sang and moved around, Kaminari saw the same pin also on the woman's hair.

~"She has been either wearing sunflower themed clothing slash jewelry, or she holds an actual sunflower! There isn't a single picture of her without it from the last two months!" She giggled as if she was still in high school. Kaminari continued to stare at the phone as the video continued on playing.

~It was as if his brain had stopped working. 'This has to be a coincidence.' 'There's no way.' Kaminari kept on saying to himself, but it was hard to deny the evidence that lay in front of his eyes.

~The singer looked a lot like the woman he has been seeing for the past four months and even a middle schooler could link the nickname he gave her and the sunflowers together, not to mention her voice. But he still could not believe it.

~Then came the final confirmation. The video shifted from the singing woman to a scene where a man wearing a cape ran and jumped on rooftops, presenting a hero running to the rescue. Then it cuts to the woman standing on another rooftop, singing, and dancing awfully close to the edge.

~"I need a hero!!!         I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.       He's gotta be sure, and he's gotta be soon, and he's gotta be larger than life."

~Then the singer jumps on the very edge, reminding Kaminari how the woman wearing a yellow cardigan jumped on the edge the same way. And no matter how high of a building she seemed to be standing on, she showed no fear while dancing.

~"I need a hero!!!     I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.     And he's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast, and he's gotta be fresh from a fight!"

~"I need a hero!..."

~At the final line, the woman leaned back on the edge as though to fall to her demise, but a hand grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her against them to safety. The woman and the hero looked at each other for a moment before they embraced each other in a loving hug. Then the video faded into blackness with a caption:

~"Only one hero can save this sunflower."

~That was all that Kaminari needed to confirm once and for all that, his sunflower, is (y/n) (l/n).

~"Why are you looking so much into shit that might not be even true?" Bakugou commented gruffly and Mina gasped.

~"Because it's romantic and the last video just basically proves all the rumors! There's no doubt in my mind that she has someone she cares about but just doesn't know how to express it! It's basically a love story!" She argued with the ash blond. The blond 'tch'ed and went back to drinking his latte.

~"I admit that your theory isn't completely ridiculous, but aren't things like confessions supposed to be done with only the person they're confessing to?" Kirishima pointed out, kind of surprised that he himself was actually this interested about it. 

~"Who cares!? It's cute!" Mina squealed but her momentum stopped when Kaminari abruptly stood up from his seat and started to gather his things.

~"Whoa, What's the rush Denki?" Sero inquired as he watched as the blond grabbed his phone from the table and started to exit the cafe.

~"I suddenly realized that I have something to take care of!" He called behind him and bolted out of the store to the street. While running, he sent a quick text to his sunflower that he wanted to meet her at their usual spot. He pocketed the device and ran faster.

~He needed to see you. He needed to ask why you didn't tell him the truth. Why you would think that he would see you differently if he found out.

~Honestly at this point he didn't even care if you were actually a villain or a mafia boss, he just wanted answers to his questions.

~Did you like him back?

~Kaminari ran into the alleyway and jumped on the ladder to begin climbing at record speed. Just as he made it to the top, the handle on the rooftop door turned and from behind the door, out stepped you, wearing the same color cardigan as his eyes. You looked semi-happy as you stepped outside, but as you got a glimpse of his own slightly out of breath expression, yours turned into a one of concern.

~"What happened Denki? Is everything alright?" You asked him as you stepped closer to him, ready to hear him out. The said male panted and looked at her.

~"Why... Why didn't you... tell me?" He said between short pants.

~"What are you talking about?" You inquired. Kaminari breathed in deeply and looked into her eyes again.

~"(y/n) (l/n). Your name is (y/n) (l/n)."

~In a half a second, your caring demeanor changed and you looked at the ground with the stoic face you used to wear before meeting Denki. But despite your blank expression, you were shaking as if you were standing on top of a windy mountain while gripping your fists tightly.

~This was it... Now, he is either going to begin geeking out on how much big of a fan he was of your music, or he's going to leave you because he doesn't want the pressure of hanging out with someone who's known by almost every other person in Japan.

~You were surprised how long it took for Denki to finally realize who you really were. In all your videos you wore a blindfold because that's what your manager and producer want you to do. In their mind it makes you look mysterious and "Limited", referring to a limited object that not anyone can get.

~Because of that blindfold, he might've not realized it before. Now that he did, everything's going to go back to your depressing reality that he light up with his goofiness...

~"When did you notice?" You asked him.

~"Just 15 minutes ago, I was at a cafe with my friends and they started talking about this popular song artist." As Kaminari said the last words, he could visibly see you tense up. "I didn't know what they were talking about even after they said her name. Only when I saw her in a music video did I know who the person was." He stepped closer to you.

~"At first I didn't believe my eyes and ears when I saw their (h/c) and heard their voice. I was fully convinced when I saw the ending of the video, where you almost fell from the rooftop you stood on. But a hero came to your rescue and in the very ending, you quoted yourself as a sunflower." He explained and you looked at him in slight confusion. Before you could say anything he speaks again.

~"Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I would leave or treat you differently now that I know your name?" He asked stepping even more closer.

~"I-I... I Don't-" You stuttered while tearing up. "What was I supposed to expect? That's how it always has been..." You shifted your gaze downcast once again.

~"Every person I know or knew, they didn't care about me, they only cared about my fame and how it was going to benefit them if we were a couple or my small crush would leave me once they realized my identity because they could not handle being in the spotlight."

~"The last relationship I was in went just like the first scenario, he trash-talked me and made me feel unimportant. He even said that he didn't care if I took the final step from the rooftop. I was only an art-piece whats sole purpose was to make money, anything I did wasn't about the art anymore, just income." Kaminari slowly began to piece the puzzle pieces together.

~"I somehow managed to make him leave, but things mostly stayed the same about me still being a puppet. That's all I ever am to them, an object. A doll that they can make sing and dance to make a profit, disguising it as "a modern business" or "That's how things go these days." I'm amazed how much bullshit they can spit out from their mouths every day."

~"You are not a doll! You are a human! A person, a living being! Why did you stay in that toxic environment!?" Denki gathered up all his confidence and gently gripped your forearms and exclaimed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were suffering and almost ended your life because of it, but yet, you stayed...

~"Every time I thought of leaving and quitting, I knew my manager and everybody I work with would make my life even more of living hell if I did quit. And after every day, I thought things would get better one day. That's why I kept going, doing my best at being positive that one-day things would change."

~"And comically enough, it somewhat did after meeting you." You confessed. Denki was taken aback by it.

~"W-What do you mean?"

~"Everybody in my life didn't care about my feelings or what I wanted! You were the first person in years who treated me like a friend, a human with problems that CAN be fixed. After meeting you, I felt more confident to speak up and say no to things I didn't want. Two months ago, I even managed to change what I can do or wear in my interviews or videos."

~"You mean the sunflowers?"

~"Y-Yes... You gave me so much confidence that I wanted to have a reminder of you with me everywhere, like a form of comfort." You admitted now leaning on his shoulder while Denki shifted a bit to hug you. 

~"You did that because of me?" He felt like he was now only asking questions and not saying things he probably should be saying, but this was new to him and he didn't know how to deal with it.

~"Yeah..." You nodded. "I felt happy again whenever I thought about you, and I wanted to be truly happy again while I sang. So I fought back against my producers and demanded change. Over time, I actually started to have more power over what I wanted to wear or how I wanted to do my music again. Of course, I had to still do many things the way they wanted, but it was one step forward." Then Kaminari remembered.

"So this was what you meant by what you said back then... You love singing and acting but you felt miserable because you were basically forced to do it how other people liked it rather than how you wanted to do it." You nodded.

"I felt so powerless so I didn't fight back. But then you opened my eyes and told me I can try again!" You looked into his eyes and he could have cried out of happiness when he saw the beautiful and bright smile on your face.

~"I'm so proud of you." Kaminari hugged you tightly and you two laughed together as he lightly spun you around.

~"I'm so happy I managed to save you..." Kaminari mumbled to your shoulder a single tear staining your cardigan.

~"So am I..." You mumbled in return to his shoulder, instead if one tear, you had many flowing down your face as you felt overly emotional and couldn't stop them from coming.

~"Are the news articles true?" Kaminari suddenly asked and you pulled apart.

~"New's articles? I don't really read them." You admitted as you dried your tears with your cardigan sleeve.

~"My friends were talking about the rumor of you hiding love messages in each of your videos." He explained. "And apparently your quote: "Only one hero can save this sunflower." has caused quite the ruckus." He chuckled nervously but found his confidence once again when you smiled at him gently.

~"So, are they?" He asked hopefully.

~"Heh... Looks like I wasn't sneaky enough." You chuckled. "I made that quote to see if you would notice, and in some way you did. Now I am curious, did you like it?" You questioned.

~"Of course I did."

~"Then... Will you love this sunflower?" You questioned again.

~"I'd love nothing more."

~He abandoned all his doubts and went in for the kiss. You happily kissed him back as you hugged his neck tightly while he did the same on your waist and back. 

~The moment felt like time had stopped ticking and in the moment was just the two of you. You, a Sunflower and him, a hero. Both of you wished it would've lasted longer, but the need for air was no longer unnoticeable as you pulled apart.

~"I don't care if you're a popular singer or an ordinary office worker. I want to help you to be happy, and help you forget your dark thoughts." Kaminari confessed. "Let me be there for you when you need me." He practically pleaded, not wanting to let go of the person who he had grown to care deeply about.

~"Only if I can do the same for you." You answered.

~"I love you, my sunflower."

~"I love you too, my hero."

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[elisela]

take my whole life, too buck x eddie, 1.4k, vermont verse for @extasiswings and @tylerhunklin because that cellist fic inspired me and chapel said !!!!!!!!!!! so here’s eddie learning to play the guitar because i only know how to play the ukulele and eddie would never choose that so close enough.

Eddie’s not sure why he does it.

Well, that’s not true—they’re in Bobby’s backyard on a warm July night, the kids running around with sparklers, popping little plastic champagne bottles full of confetti over people’s heads when they’re not looking. Eddie’s standing near the grill with Michael and Bobby (he may not be able to cook but he’s from Texas, okay, he knows how to barbecue), recounting some of his funnier stories about being in the military (he can joke about it now, doesn’t feel like choking whenever he mentions it) when Buck’s bright laughter draws his gaze.

“So he starts singing this song and I swear I was so close to losing it,” Maddie says, “I had to pretend to be sick so I could run to the bathroom and laugh.”

He’s not sure what they’re talking about, but they look happy, relaxed, and then Buck says—

“I always wished someone would serenade me.”

And somehow, Eddie’s at a music store the next day in Burlington, buying a guitar.

--

Eddie’s never liked being an amateur. It’s not that he dislikes learning, or thinks he should be great at everything right away, but he feels too deeply the judging looks that people will give (whether they’re in his imagination or not is another story), so his original plan had been: buy a guitar online, hide it, practice like crazy until he could get a simple song out, sing to Buck.

He falls into a Buck-esque research spiral after they leave Bobby’s house that night, googling guitars on his phone and watching “learn to play” youtube videos until 3am, when Buck rolls over in his sleep and slides his hands over Eddie’s stomach and down lower, until Eddie drops his phone on the floor accidentally and then somehow it’s 4am and Buck is breathing hard against him and they both need a shower.

Regardless, he’d learned a few things: don’t buy a guitar online, and it’s really easy to play C and F major.

It comes in handy at the store; luckily, he’s not the only one there so he waves off the bored-looking clerk and looks over the wall of guitars, drawn to the two-tone ones; he reads the signs and tries to look like he knows what he’s doing but in the end he picks up one that proclaims it has a Sitka spruce top and mahogany back, strums the two chords he’d learned from trying to memorize a chord chart in the middle of the night, and buys it without looking at the price tag.

… he probably should have looked at the price tag.

--

Given Eddie’s abundance of free time, it’s pretty easy to hide what he’s doing, which is good, because he is objectively terrible at playing the guitar. His fingers feel clumsy; he’d never played an instrument before, favored extra history classes in high school over band, and he had thought that the easy rhythm he can find while dancing would transfer over, but strum patterns and counts get tangled up somewhere between his brain and his fingers and he ends up off-beat and confused halfway through a song. He tries doing things properly, working through a beginner’s book he bought online and hides in the bottom drawer of his desk, but just picking simple melodies and occasional chords frustrates him and he ends up shoving the guitar in the attic for two weeks before he gives in and does what he’d wanted to do all along—follow along with YouTube videos.

He spends three days looking up songs that only use a few basic chords and finally settles on a simplified version of Can’t Help Falling in Love With You, because Buck loves sappy and Eddie loves Buck, and no one needs to know how when he sings it, he thinks about the first time he saw Buck standing on the porch, crouching down to talk to Christopher, bright smile and laugh lighting up Eddie’s life.

For a simple song it takes him a frustratingly long time to learn it, but finally, he’s ready for the last part of the plan: sing it to Buck.

Oh, shit.

He has to sing it.

--

In middle school, Eddie’s choir teacher called them over to the corner of the room one at a time and had them sing a few lines so she could determine their voice classifications. Her face had been neutral while listening to him, but a few weeks later while they were singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight, she’d pulled Eddie and Robbie Martin to the side and said, “you know boys, no one will notice if you just mouth the words.”

Eddie mouthed the words.

--

So, Eddie makes a new plan. He needed one anyway, because it’s not like he could just pull Buck into the office after work and sing to him, no. Buck wants to be serenaded, and that demands certain things.

Like getting his son out of the house, for one. No offense to Christoper, but he doesn’t need his extremely sarcastic eleven year old around while he’s trying to be romantic.

That’s easy enough, though, given that Denny is at his house daily after school—a single text message to Karen and he’s got the house to himself Saturday night and most of the day Sunday.

He sucks it up and calls Sophia for advice on how to do the rest, hangs up on her after two minutes of her laughing and calls Adriana instead. He always knew she was his favorite sister (okay she wasn’t, but she certainly is now), because she squeals excitedly and he has to ask her to slow the rapid flow of words so he can actually understand her.

By the time Saturday morning rolls around, he’s ready. He spreads a picnic blanket out in the far corner of their yard, under the sugar maple trees and near the fire-pit Buck had dug out the summer before they got married, packs a picnic basket with snacks, and sends Chris over to Hen’s just after lunch. He spends the rest of the day with Buck; they drive a well-known route through the changing trees, holding hands and trading kisses across the center console whenever Eddie stops at a red light. He takes him out to his favorite farm-to-table restaurant in Waterbury, then brings him home and takes out his secret weapon: bourbon sours.

--

Buck is a happy but sloppy drunk, but Eddie’s learned over the years that there’s a point in Buck’s drinking that is optimal for him: happy and affectionate, his hands roaming all over Eddie’s body and his mouth spilling words of adoration.

That’s the place Eddie’s trying to find tonight.

It takes a few hours, time he spends making out with his husband while wrapped up in his arms, sprawled out across the blanket with their legs tangled together. Finally, after Buck spends at least five minutes talking about the perfect softness of Eddie’s bottom lip (five minutes because he’s kept interrupting himself to kiss Eddie), he excuses himself under the guise of getting water, grabs his guitar, and heads back outside.

Buck’s sitting up, leaning back to look at the stars—the view isn’t as good as it was in El Paso when he’d drive out of town and into the desert, but it’s decent enough, and it means Buck doesn’t see him coming until he sits down next to him. He’s not sure what to say so he doesn’t, just strums a few chords and when he knows he has Buck’s attention, he starts to sing.

His voice shakes, and he transitions to the wrong chord at one point and has to hope Buck doesn’t notice, but he gets through it. He stares down the whole time, both because he’s not great at finding his fingering without looking and because he’s terrified to look at Buck’s face and see a hint of judgement, or amusement, or—anything, really. So when he finished and finally looks up, he’s a little stunned to see tear tracks glinting off Buck’s cheeks in the low light of the dying fire.

“Eddie,” he whispers, “I love you so much.”

And then Buck’s moving the guitar, setting it down gently at the edge of the blanket, and pressing Eddie backwards as he straddles his hips and leans down to kiss him.

“I love you,” Buck whispers, and Eddie feels him everywhere, hands on his arms and waist, “I love you,” wet lips kissing across his jaw up to his lips, “I love you, Eddie, I love you.”

Eddie sings to him again.

#buddie #buddie fic #vermont verse #evan buckley #eddie diaz #yes more fluff #so much fluff you will drown in it #eli writes

[superthiccthighssavelives]

Angsty Prompts

Alright @primaba11erina, here is part 1/2 of your prompts.

It’s long af, so I had to split it into 2 pieces, it’s really sad honestly, and my heart hurts from writing it, but hopefully this is what you wanted from them. ❤

Please listen to:

*Ocean Eyes - Billie Ellish*

*Everything to Help You Sleep - Julien Baker*

*The Beach - The Neighbourhood*

(and whatever heartwrenching music you have to get into the mood)

The 2 prompts from the angsty list are in bold

48- “You’re hurting me”

49- “Please just let me go”

@alyss--in--wonderland, @linseykalynn, @jolovesfandoms and whoever else wants to read it.

I’m 3 months into my first semester at college, and I’m completely miserable. I missed my family, I missed my friends, and I especially missed my boyfriend. I knew it was going to be hard, without everyone, but not this hard. I walked around with a black cloud over my head, I couldn’t sleep, I lived off black coffee and my best friend was a tube of concealer. 

My boyfriend, Taron, and I had been together since middle school, ya know the innocent puppy love, developing into a more serious relationship. We were always together, we never fought, well rarely, it was so easy with him. He was my best friend. We barely talk. Between classes, studying, sleep?, and everything else, it’s usually twice a week. A quick goodnight here and there, and maybe facetime on the weekend. This sucks. I haven’t even seen him since I left.

He stayed back in London, going to a drama school. His talent was too good to pass this opportunity up. We agreed before I left to make sure nothing would change, we both cried like babies, and couldn’t let one another go. After a few hours, I had to tear myself away or I’d end up staying. 

Now, 3 months later, I feel like we’re strangers. It may be naive to think that we could keep this relationship from destructing, especially being so young, but, we really do have an amazing thing going. Or did. I tried to concentrate on school, but as time passed, and more time passes, my thoughts get farther and farther away from that, and are planted in worry and ...that uncomfortable, writhing, anxiety ridden feeling in my stomach.

It’s Friday, and I’m about to finish my last class. I wish I could go home for the weekend, maybe take a day or two off after, to see my mom, my sister, and Taron. I don’t even think we’ve talked in a week, the anxiety was building back up again. We basically were playing phone tag, he’d call when he was free, but I was in class, I’d call him but he’d be in rehearsal. I hate this. I hate this so goddamn much. 

I drag myself back to the dorms, skipping the coffee, I just want to sleep. I feel like a snail, I’m practically crawling back. Halfway down the hall, I see someone standing by my door. My eyesight is terrible, I can’t see anything more than 6 feet in front of me. I try to focus my gaze, figuring it was another dude my roommate was banging. As I get closer, my heart speeds up, I see him, my boyfriend, and I very nearly knock him over as I plow into him with a hug. 

“Oh my god, what are you doing here?”

He smiled, god, I love his smile, I missed it.

“Surprise!”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, I couldn’t believe it. He was really here. 

All I could do was stare at him, study his face, the color of his eyes, his pink lips, the way the front of his hair has a little curl to it. I barreled myself into him again, squeezing as hard as I could. I don’t care if we just stay like this for however long he’s here, I don’t want to let him go. 

He pulled back, placing his hands on either side of my face. 

“Are you alright sweetheart?” 

I sniffled, realizing I had actual tears dripping down my face. 

“I just, I really missed you.” “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I was going crazy not being able to talk to you, I’ve been miserable.” “My mam got sick of me, I was kind of being a dick, so she bought me a bus ticket to come for the weekend.”

I grabbed his hand, pulling him into my room. My legs were starting to get weak, the walk to the dorms is a bit aways from campus, and I hadn’t slept proper in weeks. A yawn slipped out, maybe I should have grabbed that coffee after all. 

“Bored of me already?” A cheeky smile spread across his face

“Sorry, I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’m just a little tired.”

I moved closer, sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his.

“I’m so so so so so happy you’re here, I can’t even tell you how much.” I could feel my eyes watering again, I really was draining myself so much that I’d become an emotional mess. 

He wiped my stray tears away with his thumb, and gave me a gentle kiss. I wanted to stay like this forever. He felt like home, comfort, my heaven. My lips returned to his, just wanting to feel him, his body, his energy, his whole being, just close.

This feeling was so overwhelming, I stopped and just pulled him closer again, my head on his shoulder. His arms were wrapped as tight as they could be around me, rubbing my back.

He soothed me, whispering in my ear, kissing my cheek, my temple. 

Eventually I let the craziness pass, and asked what he wanted to do while he was here.

He shrugged “Really, just wanted to see you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He brought out what I hadn’t felt in months, happiness. 

We ordered a pizza and watched movies on my laptop, while I struggled to stay awake. His body was warm, and familiar, and my eyes were drooping, and I ...was...so...tired. 

I snuggled up as close as I could get to him, his arm wrapped around me, his hand twirling around in my hair. I felt more and more relaxed as each second passed, I couldn’t fight it any longer. 

I jumped up abruptly, not knowing what day or time it was, thinking I was late for class. It took me a second as I looked at the clock that read 11:13, to figure out if it was AM or PM. 

My brain started to wake up, glancing beside me to see Taron looking at me concerned. “Are you alright love?”

“Yeah, is it morning or night?” 

“Morning, you’ve been out for 12 hours, are you sure you’re alright?”

I plopped back down, pulling him to me for a kiss, even though I’m sure my breath was terrible, I just wanted to make sure he was still there and I wasn’t dreaming. 

“Of course, I’ve not been sleeping well, and I think my body just decided to take over. I’m sorry I slept so long, is there anything you wanna see, or do today?”

“Whatever you'd like.”

I thought for a moment, unsure of where to take him. There is that bookstore/cafe I go to a lot when I need to get away from my roommate and her endless stream of men. It was late autumn, so a walk through the park to see all the beautiful colored trees and landscapes would be nice too. 

After a shower, and doing the minimum on my hair and makeup, I hurried back to my room. I didn’t want to waste any time doing anything but being with him. 

We had an amazing weekend, I took him to all my favorite places, we tried a new restaurant I’d been afraid of eating at, and crashed back at my room. We definitely made up for lost time, I forgot how incredible he felt and what he could do to me and my body. It was almost enough to make me quit school and go back home with him. 

Sunday afternoon was upon us, and I dreaded sending him off. I just hope this feeling would linger after he’s left, enough to keep me going for another month until winter break.                    

He gave me the sweetest kiss and whispered that he loved me, and then he was gone, like he was never there at all.

I had the urge to chase after the bus, and beg him to stay with me, just for a little while, but my brain was too rational and instead, I sat on a nearby bench and text him all the things I couldn’t say before he left. Have a safe trip, text me when you get there, thank your mom for me, I already miss you, I can’t wait until winter break…

The next month plodded along, it felt like a damn eternity. I worked extra hard on my assignments, I needed the distraction. I packed as much as would fit in my suitcase and took a taxi to the bus station. It took a few hours to get home, which of course, felt like days, I just wanted to relax for a few weeks. My stomach was in knots with every mile closer. 

The last time I spoke to Taron was 2 weeks ago, I hadn’t gotten a moment to call him, and he must have been on the same schedule, because I’ve heard nothing from him, not even a text. 

We had one phone call the week he returned back to London, but he was distracted, at rehearsal, every time I tried to say something, he’d yell back to someone in the background, laugh, apologize, say a few words, and repeat. I’d gotten frustrated and told him to just go back to whatever he was doing, I wanted to hang up on him, but I knew I’d regret it after 5 minutes.

He seemed so distant, and after the weekend we had, I thought that would bring us closer after all that time apart. But...guess not.

I did text him a couple of days ago to remind him I’d be in on Saturday afternoon, and couldn’t wait to see him. But, no reply. I was a little upset, but really, I just wanted to get home and wrap myself around him. I’m sure there was a good explanation. 

I finally arrived, running the moment I caught a glimpse of my mom. Again, my emotions were flooding out of me and couldn’t help but cry and squeeze the living daylights out of her. 

The house looked different, but the same, that weird being away thing that affects your thinking. I text Taron, telling him I’d made it back, and was looking forward to seeing him, again. Mom made the best meal I’ve eaten in months, I caught up with my sister, going over the latest high school drama. 

I kept checking my phone, every other second, waiting, but still nothing. I was starting to worry, and run through a thousand ridiculous scenarios, which caused my awful feeling to build. 

I snuck away for a moment, and tried to call him, but it went straight to voicemail. It was becoming too late to go anywhere to see if he was home or ...who knows where. 

I felt awful, my stomach wouldn’t stop twisting, making me nauseated. I didn’t know what was happening, or why he hasn’t even contacted me in weeks. As tired as I was, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, emotions, for a lack of a better word, suck.

I threw on a jacket and flittered out to sit on the front porch with a cup of coffee. I tried to pick out the constellations I could spot, text some of my friends to plan a meet up, and tried Taron again. Same straight to voicemail. I was halfway between detrimental anger and wanting to cry my eyes out. It was just about midnight, and I had no idea what to do. Everyone in the house was asleep, I felt completely alone. 

I raided the bathroom cabinet to find something to knock me out, I definitely was going to need help falling asleep. I found some allergy meds that were supposed to make you sleepy, I crossed my fingers downing 2 pills. It kinda worked, I passed out for a couple of hours, but woke up with a racing heart around 3am. My phone blinded me, lighting up with a text.

Taron - ‘See you soon xx’

I stared at the screen, waiting for more, something else, an apology, an explanation, that he missed me, anything but some generic ass, nondescript text. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I threw my phone, thankfully it landed on my area rug and not the wood floor. I was so pissed. After 3 weeks, that’s all he has to say? 

My mouth was dry and I had a terrible taste on my tongue, I darted downstairs for a drink, trying my hardest not to grab caffeine. I poured a glass of milk, and grabbed some cookies, I guess I was hungry too. 

Halfway up the stairs, I almost dropped my glass when my phone started chirping, loudly. Taron.

I should ignore it, like he’s been ignoring me. I watched it for a moment, and sighed answering.

“Yes?”

“Baaaaaaabyyyyyyyy, where are you?” He was clearly drunk.

“Taron, I’m home, remember?”

“Come see me, I’m…” The sound was muffled and I heard shuffling, then laughter.

“Oops, I dropped you.”

I rolled my eyes, my anger turning red hot. He was out, getting wasted, and hasn’t even attempted to contact me. 

“Taron, It’s 3am, I’m going to bed.”

More laughter and voices in the background. 

“Taron?” “Hello?’ 

“Sorry, where are you love?”

His speech was slurred, and quick. 

“Home, in bed.”

“Bed, ooh, what are you wearing?”

“Goodnight Taron.”

I waited for him to say something, but I just heard some people in the background laughing more and mumbling things I couldn’t make out.

“Ok, bye then.” I hung up, frustrated and upset. 

A minute later, my phone was lit up with another call. I ignored it. 

And another.

He left a voicemail, I couldn’t make out half of what he was saying. 

He tried to call again. I shut off my phone and took some deep breaths to calm down. 

I woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. My nose carried me downstairs, only to find Taron in the kitchen with my mom, shoving a cinnamon roll into his mouth.

“Mornin sunshine!”

I glared at him, pouring myself some orange juice. He came up behind me, crossing his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear, “Missed you.” then kissing my cheek. 

Mom excused herself sensing something off.

“What are you doing here?”

His eyes bulged. “What do you mean? I wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me so bad that you didn’t text or call me for 3 weeks? And then wouldn’t reply to anything either? Then you call at me fucking 3am drunk?”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, we had a good first show, so we celebrated.”

“Oh, good to know, maybe if I knew, I could have been there to see, but, it’s cool.”

He reached for my hand, but I withdrew, pulling my robe tighter.

“I’m sorry, I am, it’s been just really crazy lately, you know?”

“I guess.”

“Babe, come on, don’t be mad at me, please?”

He made an exaggerated sad pout, causing me to yet again roll my eyes. 

“Stop, I wanna be mad at you.”

Honestly, looking at him, and those ridiculous puppy dog eyes he was giving me, was breaking me down. 

He kissed my cheek “Come on.” *kiss* “Let’s eat.” *kiss* “I’ve missed you.” *kiss* “You look so cute with your hair a mess.” *kiss* “I’m so happy you’re home”

“Alriiiiight, stop.” He was so damn charming, he could get away with murder. I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face. 

He kissed my lips, and grabbed my hand to lead me to the table.

We spent the next couple weeks glued to one another, the only time we were apart was a few hours on the weekends when he had a show to do, he slept over almost every night. 

I found some time to hang out with some of my girlfriends, do some shopping, catch up on our lives. I still had 3 more weeks at home, and I couldn’t have been happier, and avoiding every thought that entered my mind about going back.

Taron’s break was much shorter than mine, so time with him after that was few and far between. He did invite me to one rehearsal, that was fun. The rest of the time I just lounged as much as I could, read a few books, and mapped out my new classes. 

It was my last weekend home, thinking about going back to school was making my stomach turn. I didn’t want to leave. 

Taron took me out for a semi-fancy dinner the night before I had to head back. We, of course, again, promised each other things would be ok, and to never let more than a week go by without speaking. We had every good intention to.

We ended up at a pub for a few drinks with all our friends, I wasn’t going to see anyone again for 6 months. I didn’t want to be hungover on the long bus ride back, so I kept it to a minimum. Can’t say the same for Taron though. I had to basically carry him to the taxi and then to his doorstep. I was a little disappointed that this was our last night together, and I couldn’t even talk to him properly. I got him to his bed, covered him up and sat down beside him. His eyes were closed, but not yet passed out. I pushed his hair back from his forehead, running my fingers along his cheekbones, lips, jawline. I wanted to memorize every piece of him.

His eyes sprung open, a silly grin on his face, and pulled me down to him. “I love you.” He gave me a rough kiss on my cheek and was out for the rest of the night. I gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, took one last look and made my way out.

Another sleepless night was ahead of me, I felt different, I didn’t know exactly what ‘it’ was, but I knew it felt like a change. 

The drive to the bus station was quiet, save for the dripping rain down the windows. I hugged mom goodbye, and she promised to come visit me soon. 

Back at the dorm, it felt empty, and cold. I unpacked, and just laid in my bed staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t even looked at my phone since before I left. Of course, there were messages from him.

Taron - “Are you still here?”  12:42pm

“Please tell me I didn’t miss you leaving?” 12:55pm

“I’m so sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean for the night to go like that.” 1:14pm

“Text me, call me when you get there, please.” 1:47pm

“I miss you, it feels so empty when you’re gone.” 3:02pm

“Are you home yet?” 4:55pm

“Please call me.” 5:33pm

The last text was just my name and a sad emoji. 6:01pm

There were a few missed calls from him, and only one voicemail, no words, just a few seconds of a sigh, and a *click*

I was tired, I still had one more day before school started again, and I was going to use it for sleep. 8:35pm

I woke up too early the next morning, and needed the coffee I had been avoiding at home. I threw on whatever was visible on my floor, threw on a beanie and headed out the door. 

My phone was dead, I must have forgotten to charge it. Oh well. 

The coffee was so hot, and exactly what I needed. I took the long way back, opting for a few detours through the city. It was lightly raining, and chilly, but somehow it felt like the best thing ever at that moment.

I gazed at the dead, bare trees, the grey, gloomy sky, and the droplets of water gently plopping to the ground, it was beautiful. Even though everything was dead, decaying, it would be reborn, and more glorious than before. No, this wasn’t some metaphor for my life, or maybe it was. I don’t know. 

When I returned back to the dorms, my roommate was back, unpacking. We exchanged some light words, and she headed out, leaving me to my own devices again. I binged watched some Netflix shows, and avoided charging my phone. It was still in my handbag, and I didn’t feel like getting up. I passed out early, awaking the next morning right on time to start my new semester.

Eventually, my phone was revived, strangely it took me a few days to even bother. A few messages cascaded in, from mom, my sister, one of my friends, and only one from Taron. 

Taron - “I’m sorry.” Monday 1:37am

I called mom, assuring her everything was fine, caught up with my sister, replied to my friend, and left the last message unanswered.

I didn’t know what to say right now, and I needed more time to think before I decided to say anything. 

A few weeks passed, surprisingly that black cloud lightened, and the sun came out. I was doing extremely well in all my classes, and I had met a few new people from my dorm hall, and my psychology class. I started to go out more, enjoy life, find myself. I took an art class even though I have no artistic talent, I hoped maybe it was hidden. 

I felt a heaviness over me at times, I hadn’t replied to Taron at all. I had to eventually, either resolve it, or just ...no, I didn’t want to think about it. I was in a sort of bubble, and I didn’t want to burst it, not yet.

I dialed his number, listening to the multiple rings before his voicemail hit. 

“Hey...we need to talk, umm, yeah, call me when you get this.” I hung up before I changed my mind.

Around 9pm I heard a knock at my door. His hair, and clothes were soaked. His face was covered in worry and somberness. 

I stood there, in awe for a moment. 

“Get in here.” 

I grabbed a towel,  handing it to him. 

“What are you doing here?” This felt familiar.

He just looked at me, mouth open, taking a moment, while attempting to dry himself off.

“What’s going on?” “What’s happening?” “I’m worried.”

I sighed, I honestly had no idea what to even say. 

“Take off your clothes.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking amused.

“They’re soaked, You’re not sitting on my bed all wet.”

I dug through my drawer, finding a t-shirt and oversized pajama pants for him to put on.

“Why haven’t you answered any of my calls, or messages?” “Is everything alright?”

I remained quiet, still not sure of what was going on myself. 

“I don’t know.” was all I could come up with.

“You don’t know what?”

“Anything.”

It was quiet for a minute.

“Things aren’t the same, don’t you feel it?”

He stared, searching my eyes, trying to understand.

“I don’t know, maybe a bit.” “But life never stays the same, things always change.”

“Yeah, they do, and …” I pinched my lips, trying to figure out how to put the next sentence together. “And I think we’ve changed, too much.”

It grew quiet again.

“I’m sorry.” was the only thing that slipped from his lips. His head down, arms rested on his knees, and his hands running through his hair.

“Don’t be, I mean, it happens, as much as we don’t want it to, it happens. It’s no one’s fault” 

“How can you be so, calm?”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think. Until right now, I didn’t know what was happening, it tore me apart, it’s been ripping me to shreds for months, ever since I first came here. I missed you so much, I spent so many nights lying awake, crying, wanting to just say forget it and go back home. I was so incredibly happy when you came to visit that day, I thought if I just waited it out, things could be good again, but things never work out like we plan.”

“I’m sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean for that night to end up like it happened, I promise, I will do anything, let’s just work this out, we can figure out how to make this work.”

I shook my head, I couldn’t. Not anymore. It was killing me, everytime he leaves, or when the phone doesn’t ring for 2 weeks, I let a little piece of him break away.

“Taron, I can’t, I just, can’t.” I was feeling that nauseous feeling creeping back in, and my heart bursting into millions of pieces. 

“Please, I know we can.” He grabbed my hands, pulling me towards him. “Look at me, please.”

I was afraid to, I knew I was either going to buckle and give in, or immediately start crying. 

He tilted my head up to him, his finger under my chin. He went on and on, trying to convince me we could make it work, that we can schedule times to talk, and we’ll visit every other weekend.

I couldn’t take it anymore, my eyes betrayed me, spilling salty tears down my cheeks.

“Taron, stop, you’re hurting me, please just let me go.”

I could barely get the words out, I was out of breath, I felt ill, I couldn’t stop bawling.

I turned away, trying to calm myself. He came around to face me, placing his hands on my face, gazing deep into my eyes. “I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry.” Tears were forming in his eyes, making them glisten. He gave me one last lingering kiss on my forehead, grabbed his things and walked out the door. 

#angsty prompt #writing #fiction #fanfiction #taron egerton fic #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton #taron egerton x reader #taron x you #creative writing #part 1 #primaba11erina #prompts

[baeklooming-day]

Carmin 2 | Chanyeol

Parts 1 | 2 | 3

Summary: When in the middle of your messy student life you end up becoming the right hand of a powerful mafia leader, it gets even messier when it puts you in an arranged marriage with one of the family’s sons.

Genre: mafia!au, arranged marriage!au, fluffish

Word count: 1.5k

36. They’re monsters., 67. You’re bleeding all over my carpet., 75. Quit beating me up!, 84. Show me what’s behind your back.

A/N: Part two! frankly, if you know my other writings you know that practically every each of them takes place in Japan. well, in Tokyo. Tokyo is just my home. And this is my backyard. Credit to Tokyo for being my everything and giving me so much inspiration for everything I do.

“You can’t just show up whenever you want.”

You and Sohlhee were just leaving after your lectures in the afternoon, when you saw Chanyeol casually leaning on the wall, waiting.

Waiting for you.

A whole week passed already since you learned that you were about to be wedded to the ridiculously tall, clumsy boy you’ve known way too long than you would like to.

Ever since that day, he’s been frequently coming to pick you up wherever you were, whether it was because of some family business or just to take you somewhere.

Not to mention, that this ‘taking you somewhere’ was obviously against your will.

His non stop presence was starting to seriously get on your last nerves.

Apparently, Mr. Ishikawa decided that the two of you should be spending more time together, since you were about to become wife and husband.

You really wanted to throw up whenever someone said those two words.

The whole thing was annoying you even more because it didn’t go unnoticed by your friends from Waseda, particularly Sohlhee.

“I would have texted or called you, but you never ever read my texts or answer my calls.” Chanyeol crossed his arms, looking at you with his big eyes.

“What?” Sohlhee sounded surprised. “Why do you ignore him like that, Y/N? That’s mean!”

You rolled your eyes. If only she knew.

“You know, what’s the freaking point of you showing up so often out of nowhere? Me and Sohlhee already have plans.” You said, quietly hoping that maybe, finally, you would get him to leave.

You could always dream, right?

Chanyeol lightly squinted his eyes at you. “Oh yeah? What do you actually usually do, if I may ask?”

Before you could tell him off again, Sohlhee was quicker to answer. “We usually hang out in Akihabara or Shibuya. Shinjuku is so boring. And to be honest, I don’t like it around here at night, in particular anywhere near to Kabukicho.” She told him.

You couldn’t fail to notice the weird sparkle in Chanyeol’s eye. And you already knew what he was about to say.

“Why, are you afraid of mafia or something?” He asked with a laugh.

You sent him a glare, but he ignored it. You could’ve imagined.

“I don’t feel comfortable at all around there. And actually everyone knows that everything happens there behind the closed door! Who knows what illegal stuff they might be doing.”

Chanyeol finally looked your way, but continued talking to Sohlhee. “You know, yakuza is actually an admitted organisation...”

Sohlhee looked at him with disbelief at his overly calm tone. “I don’t believe it that they’re clean. Look at all the crime happening in that district. I heard that lately someone was murdered somewhere around the Golden Gai. They’re monsters.” She concluded.

Your eyes immediately dropped to the ground.

Murder in the Golden Gai? Sounded way too familiar, and unfortunately you knew exactly who was the murderer.

God, it already sounded horrible enough in your thoughts alone.

“Well, you wouldn’t want to run into any of them, right.” You said slowly, blankly looking at the ground in front of you.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

Funny that she was technically being around one every single day, because given your position, you could be counted as one of those shady mafia members, no matter how stupid it sounded to you.

“So” Chanyeol’s deep voice vibrated through the air between you once again. “You coming?”

“I already told you.” You answered him through your gritted teeth.

To your utter surprise, you felt Chanyeol’s arm falling on your both shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

You looked at him with complete disbelief.

“Come on Y/N, you know this is super important. We have to be there.” He said ‘be’ as if signaling that it must be some family business where the two of you were immediately needed without any discussion.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

“What a life” You mumbled to yourself, mad that again you couldn’t do anything about it, you just had to be obedient to family’s orders.

You angrily pushed Chanyeol’s arm away, turning to Sohlhee with an apologetic expression already plastered to your face. Lately you had to use that expression way too often for everyone’s liking.

“Forgive me, Sohlhee” You started. “It looks like I really have to go. But I promise you the whole day on Sunday, okay? I won’t go anywhere.”

You pretended that you didn’t hear Chanyeol mumbling a very quiet ‘we’ll see about that’, looking at your friend.

You were more than sure that there will come one day when she would frankly have enough of you always cancelling your plans.

“Well, okay. What a waste.” She was clearly sad, and that made you feel sad as well, just as much as suddenly super disappointed in yourself.

If there was one thing which you absolutely, wholly hated, it would be cancelling on your friends.

But then again, in moments like this one you remembered when Mr. Ishikawa told you at the very beginning that real friends are a luxury that you can’t allow yourself to have in your world. That sooner or later those relationships were bound to fail, to simply end. People from your world were staying in their circle, as simple as that. But clearly, none could prevent you from making some friends whilst you were studying always surrounded by many people everyday.

You started to lose yourself in your thoughts again, not even noticing when Chanyeol already pulled you away by your wrist, straight to the big black car which was waiting for you a couple of meters away.

You were sitting on a chair inside a big, luminous Starbucks in Ginza with a venti size peach tea with extra ice cubes standing on the table in front of you. Chanyeol was lying about some important family business where you two were urgently needed, instead lurking you on some stupid ‘date’, how he liked to call it, again.

“I hate you.” You said, your voice filled with venom.

“Come on Y/N, I even got you the biggest peach tea. You love peaches.” He continued to sip on his own cold matcha, looking at you from the other side of the table.

“I also love the sound you make when you shut the freak up.”

Chanyeol leaned a little forward, holding the cup with both hands and still sipping on the tea. “Don’t be so cold.” He frowned a little. “Don’t you think we should actually try to make this work and get along? Remember, you are my fiancée.” He pronounced the last word making the ‘e’ in it way too long, adding a puppy look sent your way.

Lord help, that you just ended up dealing with something like that.

You knew that it would eventually lead to that.

Some super unnecessary and annoying ‘dates’ and actual family affairs later, you finally lost it.

You never considered yourself an actual violent person, but you knew yourself well enough to know that if someone pushed your limits, you would be able to literally throw tables.

Or different things that were near you in that moment.

You didn’t even know anymore what he did or said that made you literally explode.

It started building up little by little, only to finally explode like a volcano.

“Chanyeol, don’t talk to me, just leave finally. Yeah, leave, this is my freaking room.” You said, leaning on a dark wooden desk with beautiful porcelain cups and matching plates behind you.

“You are probably the most difficult person to talk to, you know?” He replied, completely ignoring your already flamed up cheeks, a sign that you were about to explode any moment.

He continued talking, but you already weren’t listening. You just wanted to be left alone, but visibly it was too much to ask.

Your hand made its way behind your back, taking one of the porcelain cups and holding it very tightly.

“...and more than that... Wait.” Chanyeol stopped, looking at you and your arm. Then he rolled his eyes. “Y/N. Show me what’s behind your back.”

You didn’t even give him an answer. With your free hand you took another cup and using your full strength that you could find in that moment, you smashed them both right on him, not caring too much where the blow landed, you were too mad to care.

It was a long way to actually bring you to a complete furious state like that, so without really thinking you just continued throwing all the expensive cups at him, obviously breaking all of them.

“Holy-” You finally heard Chanyeol’s voice in your ears. “You’re impossible! Quit beating me up! Oh my god, my nose...”

You finally properly looked at him, starting to calm down a little.

Your blow must have been really strong, because next to the red scratch on Chanyeol’s otherwise flawless cheek, his nose was completely red, carmin blood dripping down covering his lips and finally dripping from his chin everywhere.

Before the guilt could take over you, you simply fired: “Well, look. Will you finally leave now? You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” And with that, with his nose all in blood, you just threw him out, making sure to shut your door behind him extra loudly.

Right after you shut the door, you slowly leaned your forehead on the cold wood. Your life was already so difficult before, now you didn’t even know if there was a word to describe its present state.

A/N: one more part to go! i hope you like it, feel free to reblog as always, i forgot to add it in the first part! leave me your thoughts, opinions and stuff ;-; one of you asked me to be tagged in the following parts, idk why but i can’t tag you because your name just doesn’t show up as an option to tag when i type it ;________;

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[keroujack]

ask me if i do this every day

Steve’s not surprised. Not really. It’s 10 PM on a cool March Thursday. He’s locked in his room writing a paper he should have finished three weeks ago instead of waiting until the night before to do it. But he’s an idiot and he always waits until the night before. Suffers immensely because of it.

So no, he’s not really surprised when his phone lights up with a text from Billy, who had finished the paper days ago and wanted to see a movie, rolled his eyes when Steve told him why he couldn’t at his locker earlier that afternoon.

He’s not surprised either that the text doesn’t say anything, it’s just a link to a playlist on Spotify. It’s called “i’m sick of steve harrington listening to shitty music” and the icon is a truly awful picture of Steve that Billy had taken at the diner a few weeks ago. His hair’s flying in about 400 different directions and he’s got no less than 17 French fries shoved in his mouth.

Which, you know, Billy had dared him to do.

“Bet you can’t fit 15 at once.”

“Watch me, dickhead,” Steve had said, pulled the plate of fries they’d been sharing closer to his side of the booth. “And you’re paying for my food if I can.”

“You’re on.”

15 kept his wallet full, two extra proved a point.

It’s a bad picture. Steve laughs anyway.

For the most part, the playlist is pretty typical. Predictable. A lot of loud shit, the kind that makes Steve’s ears hurt a little bit, though, not exactly in a bad way. There’s also a lot of indie nonsense Steve doesn’t entirely recognize, thinks maybe he’s heard the songs once or twice when Billy’s had control over the aux, but not so many times that he knows what the songs or the bands are called. 

There’s only one song that’s any different. One. Sticks out like a sore thumb. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_gxp28AgLA)

Steve’s pretty quick to look and see who it is. Laughs when he does. Gets halfway to texting Billy, “the weeknd is mainstream asshole”, because Billy says it all the time.

“You’re too mainstream, Harrington. Way too mainstream, I mean, Christ. Don’t you ever listen to anything that’s not Top 100?”

And Steve can hear it. Can hear the exasperation, the annoyance. The way Billy goes a little huffy when he thinks he’s right, when he thinks Steve is being ridiculous. 

His thumbs hover over the letters, over send, ready to be right and rag on Billy for the rest of the night, but then the lyrics start. And he stops.

Because suddenly the song’s got his full attention and he’s listening now.

Like. Really listening.   

And the whole thing-the music, the beat, the words-well, it paints a picture. A vivid picture. One that sends a warm flush up his neck, makes his eyes go a little wide, his mouth a little dry.

It’s dirty. The song. And it’s not that Billy doesn’t listen to songs that are dirty. Steve knows he does. Has balked more than once at the lyrics Billy hums under his breath, low and lazy and way too downright obscene for something like lounging next to Steve’s pool on a calm Sunday morning.

It’s more that Steve’s not expecting a song like this at, now, 11 PM on a Thursday on a playlist made for him by his best friend.

What makes it worse is that it’s easy, almost too easy, the way Steve can see it. See him.

Billy.

Often.

The short mess of blond curls that fall across his forehead after practice every day. The bright blue eyes that cut across a classroom where the teacher no longer allows them to sit next to one another. The sharp curl of his lips around a white-hot smile when he thinks Steve’s said something funny.

The broad line of his shoulders, bare, hard, like the muscles that stretch across his chest, his arms, his back. Stretches endlessly for miles and miles and sometimes Steve wonders, quietly, and only to himself, what it would be like to trace along them all with the tip of his finger.

Often.

The image evolves before he can help it.

He can see Billy’s lips, but now they’re pressed to smooth skin, dark stubble rough against it, rougher against the moan that comes from above him, long, high, breathy. The fan of his eyelashes is thick against his cheeks, eyes closed, focused, devoted. The hand in his hair is slender, thin, twists, tightens as he presses slow kisses down a soft, delicate stomach, lower, lower, lower.

Often.

Steve closes his eyes, tries to wipe the thought away with it, wants to wipe the slate clean. But Billy’s still there. Steve still sees him. Sees his head between a pair of pale thighs, kissing the inside of one, the inside of the other, dragging his lips, trailing his tongue. Working up the long, warm line of tense muscle, inching, closer, closer, closer.

Do it how I want it.

By the time the song’s over, Steve’s laptop has gone black, paper long forgotten. His breathing’s gone heavy, pulse quick, jeans way too tight.

He pushes at his eyes with the heels of his hands because what the fuck-what the fuck?

Since when do those thoughts wear Billy’s face?

The next song, back to loud and abrasive, does a good job of wiping the music from his mind, but the image sticks. Makes it hard to focus. Hard to write about The Iliad and the inherent tragedy of a fate you can’t avoid.

He wants to text Billy, wants to beg him for a copy of his paper-like he always does-so that he can rewrite Billy’s thoughts to sound like his own. Wants nothing more than to be done with this already and go to sleep. 

But he can’t. He really can’t.

Can’t even bring himself to answer when it’s Billy that texts him first. Just a simple, “wyd im bored” but it’s still got Steve’s hands shaking. He damn near puts the phone through the wall when he throws it onto his bed before he can respond.

Before he can say something stupid.

For all the distraction finishing his paper is able to provide, fitful, restless sleep brings the images back. Makes sweat drip at his temple, makes his hands curl into the sheets.

Gives him a reason to spend fifteen extra minutes in the shower before he goes downstairs for breakfast. 

Steve still feels like he’s flushed, like he’s exposed when Billy’s shoulder knocks into the locker next to his that morning. Backpack slung easy over one shoulder, Henley done low, collar spread wide over his chest.

“So?” he asks, rests his temple against the cool metal as he watches Steve struggle to shove a textbook in his bag. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?”

“Like what,” Billy repeats, a bit of a scoff, a laugh mixed in with the words. “The playlist, dumbass. What’d you think?”

Often.

Steve can feel the word sitting on his tongue.

“Loud,” he says instead, smiles when Billy narrows his eyes. “It wasn’t bad, but you still listen to too much of that metal garbage.”

“Oh get the fuck out of my face with that ‘metal garbage’ nonsense,” Billy spits, without venom.

Steve takes that as his chance to lean in close. “What was that? Sorry, you’ll have to say it again. My ears are still bleeding.”

Billy reaches out, flicks his ear at that. Steve smacks his hand away, closes his locker with a slam, a laugh that comes as naturally breathing.

They walk to class. The day goes on.

Steve can’t stop thinking about that song.

Often.

He can hear it.

Hears the echoes in the curl of Billy’s hand around the strap of his backpack. In the twist of his fingers when he leans down to tie his shoe. The sweat that glides along the plane of his back at practice. The strip of skin on his stomach that peeks out when he leans back in his desk and stretches.

It’s everywhere.

Often.

Three days of this and Steve feels like he’s beginning to lose his mind. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday pass in a blur of daydreams, a haze of images he shouldn’t still be ale to see this clearly.

Shouldn’t be so easy for the daydreams to shift, to evolve.

For the body beneath Billy’s to no longer belong to some nameless, pretty face. For it to belong to Steve. For it to be him Billy’s looking up at. His stomach Billy’s kissing down. His thighs Billy’s there between. 

Mornings wake him with a gasp, with ragged breaths and goose bumps that ripple up and down his arms, his spine. A flush that spreads along his neck like wildfire and a throb between his legs so strong that he can’t help but slip a hand below his waistband. 

Do it how I want it.

His heart climbs up into his throat on Thursday night. Billy’s sitting in the passenger seat, phone pillowed in his lap, aux cord firmly attached because, “I can’t deal with your mainstream shit today, pretty boy. Not a fuckin’ chance.”

They’re on their way to the diner for milkshakes after practice, both beyond starving and craving something a little sweet after two and a half hours of basketball and getting screamed at.

Often. 

Steve’s heart climbs into his throat and his stomach drops because, just like that, the song is on. The song is on and it’s started and Billy’s tapping his finger in time with it against the window. Steve feels the words wrap around him, hardly has time to even process how he’s going to exist in the same space as Billy for the next four minutes when he realizes Billy is humming.

He’s goddamn humming and Steve swears he can see Billy looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Feels his cheeks go a little pink, feels his hands tighten around the steering wheel with a grip that hurts.

They’re the longest four minutes of Steve’s natural born life.

He convinces himself that it’ll get better after that. That food and company and conversation will be more than an adequate amount of distractions, but he’s wrong. It’s almost like the diner makes it worse.

They’re sitting across from each other in a small, familiar booth along the windows. The place is fairly crowded, which isn’t weird considering the dinnertime rush here is known for that. Their legs are too long beneath the table and Billy’s knees nudge at his when they settle in, warm, snug. Sets Steve’s skin on fire. 

There’s already a shared plate of fries between them when the waitress comes back with their milkshakes. Chocolate for Steve. Strawberry for Billy.

When Billy’s lips wrap around the straw, Steve’s breath catches and suddenly he realizes he should have said no when Billy asked if he wanted to get food. He should have said no. This was a mistake.

Because now he’s trapped here, in this booth. With Billy’s knees knocking into his and his pretty pink lips around a straw and his cheeks hollowed in the exact same way Steve can see every time he closes his eyes. Hollow around him.

It’s too real now. Too real and too much. Way too much. 

He tries his best to hide his face in his glass. Tries to focus on his shake and hide the fact that he’s not breathing. Not looking as he listens to Billy talk between sips. Nods. Doesn’t really trust his voice at a time like this. When his heart’s racking behind his ribs like they’d only just finished sprints and his mind is cloudy like he’d walked through a wall of smoke.

He’s still not sure he’s breathing by the time they’re back in the car. Steve has to drive Billy back to pick up his car from the school and without the noise of the crowded diner to fill pauses, the silence becomes more noticeable. Thicker. Tenser. 

Especially because Billy doesn’t take the aux again. He doesn’t even turn on the radio. Just sits and drums on the window, jiggles his knee.

Steve is wound so tight he’s afraid he’s going to explode.

The silence doesn’t end when they get to the school, isn’t cut off by the loud slam of the passenger side door.

No. Billy doesn’t move to get out at all. In fact, he does the opposite, turns away from the door, turns towards Steve. Faces him. Steve keeps his body square to the wheel.

The sharp breath Billy lets out is harsh in his ears. “So are you gonna tell me what the fuck’s got you so weird or am I gonna have to ask?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Steve swallows hard when the words make Billy laugh. Doesn’t really understand why.

“Steve,” Billy says, and that’s when Steve knows he’s fucked. Well and truly fucked. “What’s the problem?”

And Billy knows something is wrong. Always knows it. Has known it since Steve got pushed off the swings by Tyler Boyd in the fourth grade. Billy had only been in school a week, had only just moved from California, but Steve had scrapes all over his legs, was fighting back tears when he said, “It doesn’t hurt that bad.” Had hardly even gotten the words out before Billy tackled Tyler Boyd and pinned him to the blacktop. He wasn’t allowed back outside for recess for two weeks, but Steve started sitting next to him at lunch and that was about as good as a blood pact in their young, adolescent minds.

Stuck together forever.

It’s then that Steve looks at him, realizes Billy is so much closer than his peripheral vision had led him to believe. He’s got one elbow on the center console, his other arm out long, hand on the dashboard, angled completely in Steve’s direction.

Steve still hasn’t said anything, can’t with Billy’s eyes on him like this. With Billy so close. The car so quiet.

Billy’s laugh is softer this time, comes when Steve worries his bottom lip between his teeth, feels the pinch that’s caught between his brows.

“What?” Billy asks, the word even softer than the laugh. Small. Encouraging.

Steve can’t help the way his eyes fall to greet it.

“You’re not allowed to hate me.” 

It’s the first thing he’s said in a while and it’s low, totally miss-able. But Billy never misses anything. Flinches a little when Steve says it.

“Hate you?” he asks, something like disbelief pulling at his tone. “Why would I-”

Steve leans over and presses his lips to Billy’s before he can finish the question, forgets the words in favor of a tiny hmmph of a noise somewhere in the back of his throat.

Which gives way to total silence.

And Steve’s going to pull away. It’s been at least ten seconds and Billy hasn’t moved and Steve’s going to pull away. Going to get out of the car, dig a large hole, fall into it, and die. 

But that thought only last as long as it takes Billy’s hand to find his jaw. It grounds him, holds him, keeps him there like Billy knows exactly what he’s thinking. It’s Billy that moves first, tips his head a little, brushes his lips over Steve’s and smoothes his thumb along his cheekbone.

Steve falls into it like they’ve been doing this forever, lets his hand go to the side of Billy’s neck, follows as Billy guides him. Moves with him. Breathes with him.

He tastes like strawberry when he opens his mouth and Steve can’t quite believe he ever thought milkshakes were a bad idea.

Steve’s pretty sure the soft smack that separates their lips, only barely, is going to be burned into his memory until the day he dies. That. The fan of Billy’s eyelashes, still flush with his cheeks, and the bow of his lips, still parted just slightly.

Billy’s slow to open his eyes, only gets them about halfway there when push comes to shove. Just like when he’s waking up. When they accidentally fall asleep on the couch during a movie and suddenly his breath catches. When he keeps his eyes half lidded and lets consciousness creep in like hunger.

Billy’s looking at his lips when he says, “Yeah?” Breathless. Maybe a little beautiful.

“Yeah,” Steve whispers, doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want the words to take this away.

But they don’t. He says it and Billy doesn’t move, hardly bats an eyelash.

Is actually kind of smiling.

Steve can’t help but kiss him again, laughs when Billy whispers, “Backseat’s probably a lot better for this,” against his lips. Lets Billy drag him into the back and feels that heat spread low when Billy climbs into his lap and ducks his head to pick up where they left off. Like they’ve been doing this forever.

Steve wants this to be forever. Wants Billy to be forever.

Always.

Often.

#harringrove #harringrove fic #steve harrington #billy hargrove #my fic #song's a lil unsafe and fic's rated T

[wangxian-trash-cultivator]

in the dark of the night

Summary: In which Wei Wuxian starts playing the ghost hunting simulation game Phasmophobia with Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, and Wen Ning and wakes up Lan Wangji by shouting like a baby about it in the middle of the night.

Rating: T || Word count: 2600 || Tropes/Genres: omg they were roommates; childhood friends; light fluff; pre-relationship wangxian; mutual pining

Notes: I haven't actually played this game, but my roommate had just started playing it and would tell me about it while showing me reaction videos. Paired with his screams in the middle of the night while playing... this fic was born. If you play, I apologize for any inaccuracies based on my limited knowledge base of the game mechanics! 

Originally created this as a twitter thread fic and adapted it for AO3. Come say hello on twitter! I’m in the process of converting other threadfics over. This is part of my omg they were roommates AU series.  Enjoy!

AO3 Link || Original Twitter Thread

It’s been 1 month and Lan Wangji has gotten used to the fact that Wei Wuxian stays up late.

He’s always been a night owl.

Growing up it wasn’t uncommon for Lan Wangji to wake up to an explosion of text messages waiting for him.  One sided conversations Wei Wuxian would have, mostly nonsense.  The occasional existential crisis.

That was just the way he was.  A supernova of constant energy, thoughts always rushing at a million miles a minute.

So yes, Lan Wangji had an idea of what Wei Wuxian’s ‘sleeping habits’ were like when they moved in together. 

They’re respectful of each other’s complete opposite schedules.  Well, Lan Wangji is always respectful.  He goes about his morning routines in a comfortable silence, taking care not to disturb Wei Wuxian while he sleeps until noon most days. 

Some days he disturbs the curated silence though.

He takes his guqin out onto the balcony with his morning tea, plucks out gentle melodies and hums along wordlessly.  It’s a good way to start the day.

For the most part Wei Wuxian has been pretty subdued. 

On two occasions Lan Wangji had woken at 2am to Wei Wuxian crawling into his bed, the scent of rice wine heavy enough on his breath to make even Lan Wangji dizzy.

The conversations were still one sided, with Wei Wuxian saying anything to come to mind as he nestled in close and asked to be held.  So Lan Wangji would silently hold him, wondering if Wei Wuxian could decipher the morse code messages his pounding hard was sending.

He never could.

Only in the last week had Wei Wuxian really started disturbing Lan Wangji’s sleep schedule though. 

The first incident occurred on Sunday night.

Lan Wangji had woken to the sounds of shouting and stumbled to Wei Wuxian’s room, bleary eyed and disheveled, only to find him glued to his laptop with a gaming headset on. 

“No no no— fuck fuck FUCK! I’m dead, it got me. Hello? Hellooooooo? Can anyone hear me? I’m— oh, Lan Zhan, I’m sorry! Did I wake you up?”

Lan Wangji soundlessly looked between the laptop and Wei Wuxian before returning to bed.  Then it happened again the next night.  And the night after that.  After the fourth night, Lan Wangji finally had enough.

It’s nearly 1 o’clock in the afternoon when Wei Wuxian shuffles into the kitchen the next day, bed head wild, rubbing his eyes. 

Lan Wangji’s chest thrums.  He allows himself to be distracted for only a moment before remembering he’s mad at him and they need to have a talk.

“Good mor-mor—” Wei Wuxian interrupts himself with a loud yawn. ‘Ning, Lan Zhan’

“Wei Ying, it’s no longer morning.”

Wei Wuxian gives him a sleepy smile and pours a bowl of cereal.  It’s hard to scold him when he looks this adorable.  But Lan Wangji’s entire routine has been upended for the past few days.  He needs to put his foot down.

“Lan Zhan, you’re staring at me.”

“I am not.”

He is. 

“Oooookay, whatever you say,” Wei Wuxian says. “Sorry for waking you again last night, that game is just scary sometimes.”

“Why do you play it then?”

“A-Ning didn’t want to play it alone,” Wei Wuxian shrugs.

Lan Wangji’s chest feels warm again.  Of course Wei Wuxian would do something like that.  

“I made Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang join us too.”

And then his heart sinks for some reason.  Wei Wuxian hadn’t asked him to play with them.  Lan Wangji doesn’t even have any games on his own laptop, only really uses it for work and watching cooking tutorials.  

He has no reason to be jealous over their little group.  But he is.

“What is the game?” Lan Wangji asks.

“You wouldn’t like it,” Wei Wuxian says, amused twinkle in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“It’s a ghost hunting game.”

Lan Wangji stares at him.  Wei Wuxian is someone who still sleeps with a nightlight on and rushes up flights stairs in the middle of the night like he is being chased by something.  Is he serious right now?

“Wei Ying, you are terrified of such things.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun to play with them,” Wei Wuxian laughs. “Even you might enjoy it.”

Well, what’s that supposed to mean?

“Okay, I will play too then,” Lan Wangji says.  Wei Wuxian blinks, looks at him like he hasn’t heard right. 

“Really?”

“Mn. Install it for me.”

Later that night they are sitting in their own bedrooms.  Wei Wuxian explained that the mic feedback would echo if they were in the same room, plus it was a better ambiance for the game if they were separated.  So Lan Wangji agreed. 

Lan Wangji is wearing a headset he borrowed from Wei Wuxian and listening to Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, Wen Ning, and Wei Wuxian chatter in the discord voice channel.

He has no clue what they hell they're talking about. 

Something about sanity.  Jiang Cheng is telling Wei Wuxian not to turn all the lights on in the house again unless they want to die.

It's been fifteen minutes and they haven't even started playing yet.  They're all too busy bickering amongst each other. 

“Lan Zhan are you still on? I can't hear you,” Wei Wuxian asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you understand what to do?” Nie Huaisang asks.

Is he supposed to? All they've done is spoken in circles about various items.  Lan Wangji tuned out after Wen Ning said oiuja board 4 times. 

“I will follow Wei Ying.”

“No, we have to split up and search! The ghost only shows up if you're in a room alone,” Jiang Cheng says.

“Lan Zhan it's ok, follow me until you get the hang of it. I'll tell you what to do," Wei Wuxian says brightly. 

“Whatever, let's just start,” Jiang Cheng grumbles.

Lan Wangji wonders exactly how fun this could possibly be if Jiang Cheng is already sounding so aggravated.  Until he remembers one of Wei Wuxian's favourite things to do is provoke and tease him. 

“Here Lan Zhan, use the thermometer to search for the ghost, it's the most important role!" Wei Wuxian says.

“No it isn't!” Jiang Cheng argues.

“Shhhhh, stop shouting, the lights will start flickering!” Wen Ning chimes in.

The mechanics are clunky.  The graphics are definitely nothing special.  Lan Wangji really doesn't understand what could possibly be so scary about the game as they shuffle around the little house.  Their characters are merging through the doors, for god's sake. 

After another fifteen minutes of investigating Wei Wuxian says they should actually split up.  So Lan Wangji wanders around the basement and points the thermometer at random objects.

The voice channel is buzzing with their conversation but Lan Wangji notices something strange.  It actually sounds like they're speaking to each other from varying distances.  Wei Wuxian sounds slightly muffled and quiet, but he can still hear him pretty clearly.

The others, he can barely hear.  Even though they are obviously shouting in to their mics 

Lan Wangji doesn't use discord, so he figures maybe it's just some sort of technical error and chooses not to address it.

And he's really still not getting the hang of this game.

Bored with wandering around the basement, he goes back upstairs to find Wei Wuxian.  The sound of heartbeats floods his ears, catching him by surprise.

“I hear something,” Lan Wangji says quietly.

No one responds.

“Wei Ying?”

No answer.

Lan Wangji frowns and then realizes that his character is locked in the basement now.  He removes the headset and goes to Wei Wuxian's room.

“The lights are off, the lights are off! Fuckkkkk I'm so fucked, I'm so—”

Lan Wangji taps him on the shoulder and Wei Wuxian screams.

Lan Wangji jumps and takes a step back as Wei Wuxian rips his headphones off.

“Lan Zhan! What the fuck, you can't scare me like that!" Wei Wuxian is near tears and breathing heavily.

Lan Wangji's heart lurches, he really didn't mean to do that. 

“I am sorry,” he says quietly.

“It's fine, it's fine,” Wei Wuxian waves his hand and then rests it against his chest. “Why did you come in?”

“I think my microphone is broken, no one could hear me, and I could not hear anyone.”

“Ahhh, yes that's part of the game. I should have told you that, I'm sorry.”

“And I was locked in the basement. Do you have the key to let me out?”

Lan Wangji doesn't really understand the look Wei Wuxian is giving him.  Really, it looks like he's about to start crying again. 

“The doors lock sometimes, it's the ghost fucking with everyone. If you start to panic that's when it kills you.”

“Oh, I see,” Lan Wangji says and looks at Wei Wuxian's screen. “I will return to my room then.”

As he turns Wei Wuxian's fingers close gently around his wrist.  He is giving him that look again.

“Lan Zhan, are you having fun?”

So far, he's felt like the only one that doesn't understand an inside joke between friends.  But Wei Wuxian looks so... hopeful.

“Yes, Wei Ying. I think I understand better now.”

The smile that Wei Wuxian gives him makes Lan Wangji's knees weak.

So what if he doesn't understand a single thing about this game.  If stumbling through it makes Wei Wuxian smile at him like that, he'll gladly break his routine to play it with him.  As the night goes on, Lan Wangji does start to get the hang of it.

In fact, he starts to take it pretty seriously.

During one game he's the only one to keep a level head when the silhouette of a ghost child starts appearing through the flickering lights.  

Wei Wuxian dies during every game they play.

The second anything starts to happen, he immediately begins babbling into the mic and Lan Wangji can hear his fingers smashing against the keys as he forces his character to run.

He's singled out every time. 

Even as Lan Wangji chases Wei Wuxian's character around in an attempt to draw the ghost's attention away and save him, he's always silent on his own mic so the ghost ignores him.

In order to draw it away, he would have to start panicking more than Wei Wuxian. 

He hasn't spoken much at all during any of their games, always unable to make himself heard over the rest of them.

But Wei Wuxian keeps dying.  And he feels bad.  He wants to help.

So during the next game when they learn the ghost's name Lan Wangji makes the decision to draw it out. 

Before he does so he approaches Wei Wuxian's character and drops some smudge sticks, which gives their characters more time to hide when being hunted by a ghost, at his feet.

“Wei Ying, take these.”

“Lan Zhan I already have some! Use them for yourself.”

“You always run out of them, take mine.”

“Are you two done courting each other? We have a ghost to hunt,” Jiang Cheng says loudly.

“You're just jealous you don't have a friend as good to you as Lan Zhan is to me!” Wei Wuxian replies. 

Lan Wangji has to cover his mic with his hand so no one hears the content little sigh that escapes his lips.

“Are we splitting up now?” Nie Huaisang asks.

“I'll take upstairs,” Jiang Cheng announces and disappears.

Lan Wangji continues following Wei Wuxian around when everyone else splits up.  By now he has figured out that the thing that makes the ghost pursue someone is linked to low sanity levels in the game.

Shouting, cursing, crying— all of the things Wei Wuxian does— means his sanity levels are constantly near 0. 

Ways to offset this and preserve sanity without having to take a sanity tablet include having their characters stay in well-lit areas or return to the van outside.  But when Wei Wuxian is running away he doesn't think logically.  And they can't carry sanity tablets around all the time, they need the inventory for other items.

“Lan Zhan, why are you following me?” Wei Wuxian asks after five minutes

Lan Wangji doesn't say anything at first until he's sure he can't hear the others.

“To protect Wei Ying.”

“Lan Zhan”' Wei Wuxian laughs. “It's just a game.”

It's well past Lan Wangji's bedtime.  He might be a little loopy with sleep deprivation.

“Shhh, I will draw it out. Wei Ying, hide with the camera when I do.”

“Lan Zhan, are you sacrificing yourself for me?”

“....Mn.”

Wei Wuxian's laughter rings out again over the mic and Lan Wangji keeps shushing him.

Doesn't he realize the more noise he makes that he's going to be the one to draw the ghost's attention then?

How is Lan Wangji supposed to do this if Wei Wuxian won't cooperate? 

“Ahhh Lan Zhan, you're too much for me.”

“Wei Ying, this is very serious.”

“Yes, of course, of course!”

An abrupt hissing noise echoes in the headset.  Lan Wangji listens calmly, but Wei Wuxian must have heard it in his headset too because he screeches loudly.

God, he's hopeless. 

“Lan Zhan! Did you hear that? Save me, Lan Zhan!”

“Wei Ying needs to be quiet first!” Lan Wangji raises his voice for the first time all night.

Their combined chatter makes the ghost slam a door nearby as the lights start flickering.  Wei Wuxian screams again.  Lan Wangji can't hear the others at all.  Not a good sign.

“Wei Ying, use a smudge stick and hide!” Lan Wangji shouts into the mic and then starts repeating the ghost's name to draw it out as he runs down the hallway. 

It doesn't take long before two dead hands appear on Lan Wangji's screen, indicating the ghost has killed him.  From the other room he can hear Wei Wuxian dramatically shouting.

“Lan Zhan! Your death will not be in vain!”

Combined with the lack of sleep it's enough to make Lan Wangji start laughing deliriously.

After the rest of them regroup to call it to call it a night Wei Wuxian barges into Lan Wangji's room, positively beaming at him.

“I can't believe you sacrificed yourself for me.”

“You are not very good at this game.  Someone had to help.”

Wei Wuxian's laughter rings out bright and warm as he falls onto Lan Wangji's lap and wraps an arm around his shoulders.

“My hero,” Wei Wuxian says.

Lan Wangji's heart pumps out another morse code message. 

He has no idea what to do with his hands.  Should he wrap an arm around Wei Wuxian's waist?

They've been friends since childhood.  They hug all the time, Wei Wuxian loves to hug.  They've shared beds together.

Hell, this isn't even the first time he's had Wei Wuxian draped over him like this.  He decides to grip the armrests on the chair instead.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asks, uncharacteristically low and soft. It's almost a whisper, but not quite.

“Mn?”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“Are you frightened?” Lan Wangji teases. 

“What if I am?” Wei Wuxian asks.

Lan Wangji looks up at him.  He's seen Wei Wuxian scared out of his wits plenty of times.  That's not the expression he's wearing now.  But Lan Wangji doesn't question it.  Wouldn't dare question him.

“Then I will protect you, Wei Ying. I will always protect you.”

#wangxian #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wangji #jiang cheng #nie huiasang #wen ning #phasmophobia #wangxian fic #omg they were roommates #wangxian trash #the untamed fanfiction #mdzs #ghost hunting #pre-relationship

[soobiniebaby]

Angels & Devils Part IX : Magic Hour

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

Yeonjun had been on cloud 9 the whole weekend.

Ever since he and Baby talked things out and she finally said yes to him that Friday, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from smiling. They had been texting ever since he had left her apartment.

Even the horrendously boring and rigid dinner he had with his parents that night became so much bearable since he had been texting her under the table nearly the whole time.

At the end of the day, he’d call her on FaceTime and they’d stay on video call until one of them would fall asleep.

On Saturday, he and the guys had hung out at Kai’s house. They all put together a care basket, each boy contributing a little gift or token along with a note, to wish B a speedy recovery. He had delivered it to B by the end of the day, stopping by her place for a quick visit as well.

“There’s a cute plushie from Hyuka, a novel highly recommended from Tyun, a collection of movies from Gyu, and handpicked snacks from Soobin. And there’s a get well soon card with a short message from each of us.” Yeonjun says, slowly laying out each boy’s gift in front of B. “Also, Soobin requests that you take a picture with his gift so you guys will have something to post for your project this week.” he adds.

“Alright, I’ll make sure to take a few pictures before devouring them.” B says, excitedly looking at the snacks. “Wow, these gifts are amazing. The boys are so sweet.” she says in awe, grabbing the plushie from Kai and holding it close to her chest.

“The boys? What about me? Aren’t I sweet?” Yeonjun asks.

“Well, I guess you are, but you didn’t get me a get-well-soon gift.” she says, pouting.

Yeonjun laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your get-well gift right here.” he says. When she raises a brow at him in confusion, he simply puts a finger under her chin and tilts it upward as he gives her a kiss, keeping it tender and sweet. He feels her smile against his lips and he pulls away, smiling back at her. “See? Bet you feel better already.” he says.

“Much better.” B smiles, feeling tingles all over her body. “Still no gift, though.”

Yeonjun stepped back, shocked. “Was that not enough for you? What more do you want from me?” he says, exaggeratingly putting a fist over his chest.

B laughs. “You’re so dramatic! Don’t get me wrong, your kisses are great, but I want a gift that’ll keep me from getting bored or feeling lonely while I’m on lockdown for the week. The boys’ gifts are all spot on.” she explains. “If I’m gonna be stuck alone here for the next few days, I’m gonna get bored and lonely.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the perfect gift. You’ll see.” Yeonjun says mysteriously.

B raises a brow but raises no further questions. That night, she makes sure to take pictures and sends them to Soobin, each of them creating their own social media posts for their project.

When Sunday came, B decided to plan out her week of isolation, wanting to make it as productive as possible. First, she messaged the boys to thank them for their gift basket and to beg them to help her keep up with schoolwork and lessons, which they gamely accept. She also checks her other messages and sees a few from the girls.

She finally messages them, feeling guilty upon seeing how worried they were.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun starts to make plans of his own, wanting to make sure that the coming week would be perfect.

•°•

Monday

Wanting to start her first day of missing classes on the right foot, B had managed to convince at least one of her classmates in each class to secretly have her on call during the periods, so that she could listen in on the lectures on her phone, as if she were taking an online class. She had called Taehyun for first period Economics, Kai for second period History, Yuna for third period Biology, Beomgyu for after-lunch Maths, Taehyun again for Foreign Language class, and Soobin for Creative writing class.

“Why not me?” Yeonjun had asked her with a pout when she told him her plan.

B laughed at how adorable he was. “Because Soobin is one of my closest friends, plus he’s my partner in the class, so it would make more sense if I called him. Besides, it might seem too suspicious if I called you instead of him.” she reasoned.

The whole day, B had her phone by her side as she struggled to listen to the lectures and took down her own notes as well, making sure to catch any dates for assignment deadlines or quizzes. By the time last period was over, B had gotten showered and dressed, first for a quick visit from her family doctor to check on her condition and then for some time to hang out with Ryujin, who had promised to visit since she was immune to chicken pox.

Sure enough, the doctor came by and did a quick check up of her vital signs and assessed her rashes, simply advising her not to scratch them. He was there for a maximum of 20 minutes before leaving.

At a little past 5:30 PM, Ryujin came ringing on her front door holding a box of cinnamon rolls from Kang’s Kafe.

B excitedly hugs her as soon as she opens the door to let her friend in, squealing and thanking her for the cinnamon rolls.

As they step into the apartment, Ryujin observes “Wow B, you look so happy, you’re practically glowing, and I’m pretty sure it’s not the rashes.”

B blushes and waves her hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s probably just cause I’ve been getting a lot of sleep lately, but thanks.”

“A lot of sleep? More like a lot of Yeonjun.” Ryujin says, smiling devilishly. “Come on, tell me more about it! How are you feeling? What is it like to date him? Have you guys done anything yet?”

“Well if you must know, I feel really happy. So happy in fact that it keeps me too distracted to even think about how itchy these rashes are.” B says, rubbing her arms which had small specks of rashes. “And technically, we haven’t even gone on a date yet, but we’ve been talking a lot and he’s called me on Facetime the past 2 nights and he’s just really sweet. And no, we haven’t ‘done anything’ yet, we’ve just kissed a couple of times.”

Ryujin lets out a squeal. “Ah, it sounds so exciting! I’m so happy for you! Honestly, seeing how hard you were trying to avoid him for the past 2 weeks was hard. I wanted to shake you or something just to knock some sense into you. It was actually kinda funny seeing how stubborn you were about it, I mean he obviously liked you but anyone who knew your current situation could see that you definitely had feelings for him as well!” she laughs. “Speaking of, what have the other guys said about you 2 dating? I bet Gyu’s been teasing you 2 nonstop.” she asks, referring to the guys in the student council.

B laughs nervously. “Oh, uh, we haven’t really told anyone yet.” she admits. “I haven’t even told Ningni—I mean Hyuka, about Yeonjun asking me out at the party, so none of them have any clue about Yeonjun asking me out and me avoiding Yeonjun and everything. I’ve only told you and Yuna.”

Ryujin smacks B’s arm. “B! Why? You should’ve at least told Kai about it! Isn’t he your best friend?”

“He is, yes! It’s just hard, I mean I’ve told him about my past crushes and stuff back when we were younger, but it’s just that Yeonjun is his one of his closest friends, so it just feels kind of weird. Like it might make their friendship awkward, especially if things between me and Yeonjun don’t work out.” B says defensively.

“Please, those guys are thick as thieves, nothing could ever break their friendship apart. And stop saying that you and Yeonjun won’t work out, you’re worrying too much about something that hasn’t even happened yet or something that might not even ever happen. Instead of thinking the worst about the future, you should just try to make the most out of the present instead.” Ryujin says.

“Wow, that’s actually really good advice, Ryu.” B admits. “Fine, I promise I’ll try not to worry too much and stuff. But Yeonjun and I agreed that we’d wait until I’ve recovered enough to go back to school until we tell the guys anything about us dating.”

“Oh sweetie, he’s a guy. Heck, he’s not just a guy, he’s Choi Yeonjun. Guys like to talk about girls. And just like you’ve been talking to Yuna and I about Yeonjun, I’m pretty sure Yeonjun has been talking to at least 1 other guy about you too. The question is, which guy could he be talking to?” Ryujin wonders.

•°•

Tuesday

“So that’s what I’ve got planned out for the next few days. Well, while she’s still confined to her apartment, at least. I’ve got a whole week of stay-at-home dates and romantic stuff planned. I just want to make it as good as possible, even if she can’t leave her house.” Yeonjun says, finishing up explaining his plans in great detail. “It’s what she deserves, especially after hearing how much she struggled the past 2 weeks. I just want to make sure she won’t regret her decision to finally say yes.”

“Yeonjun, that sounds amazing.” Beomgyu says, looking at the blue-haired boy in awe. “I always knew you had your ways to woo a girl, but damn I’ve never seen you plan out something like this before. I especially like the part where you sort of kidnap her.” Beomgyu laughs. “Congrats on finally getting the ‘yes’ by the way. It was kinda killing me to see how hard the past 2 weeks have been on you too.”

“It’s what she deserves. It’s crazy cause I don’t think I’ve ever liked a girl this much before, especially since I’ve only known her for a few weeks.” Yeonjun gives him a bright smile, and Beomgyu could tell just how smitten he was.  “And thanks, Gyu. Thanks for being there for me these past couple of weeks, too. And thanks for keeping it between us.” he adds, remembering how Beomgyu had noticed how different Yeonjun had been acting, and how Yeonjun himself had finally told Beomgyu about everything.

From how Yeonjun had been watching B at the party to how Yeonjun had found himself smitten by B during their 7 minutes together to how Yeonjun had asked her out twice and even to how he had winked at her onstage. He didn’t mean to tell anyone about his feelings for their new friend so soon, but he couldn’t bear the weight of it any longer. Now he was happy to be telling Beomgyu about how he had taken care of B when she was sick and how they had finally been able to talk things out.

“Dude, you’ve got it bad.” Beomgyu says, laughing and clapping him on the back. “I have to admit, it’s a bit weird seeing you talk about a girl so much, but I can’t help but feel proud that you’ve finally found someone you genuinely seem to care for.”

Yeonjun nods. “Yes, I really do. And thanks Gyu, really. She just feels really different, I guess. And I’m hoping that the more I get to know her, the more I end up liking her, instead of the other way around. Usually with me, girls can make a strong first impression at the start but then when I try to get to know them more, they end up feeling just like everyone else. I don’t think it’ll be like that with her, though.”

“With all the things you’ve got planned for her, I highly doubt that’ll be the case.” Beomgyu says. “I’m sure she’ll love it. Go get her, Yeonjun!”

And he did.

That afternoon, he stood outside her apartment door feeling just a tiny bit nervous, his hands full, whispering and instructing the people behind him for the last time before he rang the doorbell.

“Coming!” Yeonjun could hear her yell from inside the apartment, and he smiled to himself.

He braces himself as she opens the door, and as soon as he sees her face, his heartbeat instantly speeds up.

“Hi, Baby.” he simply says as he stands in front of her with a bouquet of blue roses, the string quartet that he had hired for the afternoon starts to play a soft rendition of Euphoria by BTS.

She stands there for a moment, a hand covering her mouth as she stares in awe at the blue-haired boy before her and the blue roses he held, to the four string players holding their instruments and serenading her, until the chorus comes up and Yeonjun softly sings, “Take my hands now” as he takes one of her hands in his and squeezes it gently. “You are the cause of my euphoria.”

She unfreezes then, taking a step towards him and wrapping her arms around him to give him a hug, which was a bit of a challenge considering the dozen roses between them.

He laughs as she gives up on trying to hug him and settles on standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick peck instead. “You’re supposed to take the flowers first, silly.” he says.

“Yeonjun! This is just…wow.” she says, taking the flowers in her arms, they were heavier than they looked. “This is incredible. You’re incredible. This it too much, this is… just, thank you so much.” she says, flustered.

“Oh, Baby. This is nothing, don’t sweat it.” he says, savoring her reaction. If she was gonna smile this wide and get this flustered every time he made a romantic gesture like this, then the rest of the week was going to be fun.

•°•

Wednesday

B had been wondering why Yeonjun had made such a strange request that morning, but she was happy to oblige. It’s not like she had anything better to do in her apartment, and she spent most of her time listening to lectures through phone calls in her bedroom anyway. She had called the same people as she had for the past 2 days, glad that she had found a way to keep herself up to date on lectures.

She had almost forgotten about Yeonjun’s request until her last class for the day ended, and she heard sounds coming from inside her apartment. She kept her bedroom door closed the whole day, so the sound of some unknown person in her apartment was alarming.

She quickly dials up Yeonjun’s number, trying to keep herself calm and telling herself that it was probably not a dangerous intruder but rather something related to Yeonjun’s request.

“Hey Baby, what’s up?” he says, answering on the second ring.

“Hey Yeonjun, uh, I’m in my bedroom right now and I thought I heard something from inside the apartment so I was wondering if it’s something to do with what you texted me this morning or if there really is an intruder and I should call the police.” she says, trying to sound causal and calm.

Yeonjun laughs on the other end, which causes B to relax a bit. “You are adorable. Very smart and safe that you checked with me first though, everytime you hear strange noises in your apartment, call me right away okay?” he says. “For now, don’t worry though, I promise you’re safe. It’s part of the plan, I asked some people to help me set up for our date today. Sorry for making you panic, I should’ve given you a heads up.”

B scoffs. “Psh, I was not panicking. I’m just being very smart and safe, like you said.” she says. “What kind of date requires you to ask for help to set up though? What exactly do you have planned for today?”

“Now why would I tell you that? You’ll find out in about an hour anyway, but for now, promise me you’ll stay in your room until I tell you it’s safe okay? If not, you’ll spoil the surprise.” he says.

B nods. “Yeah sure, I can do that.” she says, even though the curiosity was killing her. What kind of date did Yeonjun have planned now?

Just then, B hears a voice from Yeonjun’s end of the call. “Hey YJ, you want me to ride with you to Kang’s? Or should I ride with Soobin?” Beomgyu asks.

“Hop right into the car, I’ll just finish up this call.” Yeonjun responds. “Hey Baby, gonna grab a quick snack at Kang’s with the boys before I head to your place. I’ll make it quick, so try not to miss me too much.” he says.

“Don’t worry, it’s the rest of the guys that I really miss anyway.” she says teasingly. “It’s only been a few days, but I haven’t seen them in forever.”

“Oh? So since you’ve been seeing me almost everyday now, you don’t miss me? Yeonjun says, and B could practically hear him pouting from the phone.

She laughs. “Don’t be silly, you know I miss you too.”

Yeonjun laughs too. “I miss you too. See you in about an hour, alright? And wear something nice.” he simply says before hanging up.

“Was that her? Was that B?” Beomgyu asks as Yeonjun gets into the car, joining him in the back seat before the car starts to move, taking them to Kang’s café.

Yeonjun nods. “Yeah, she was worried cause she heard a noise in her apartment but I told her it’s just the dinner people.”

Beomgyu raises a brow. “The dinner people? Wait, which date is this? The one where you hire people to set up the apartment in like a super romantic—”

“Yes yes, it’s that one.” Yeonjun said, amused at how excited Beomgyu was, remembering that he told Beomgyu about all his date plans for the week. “I’m a little worried that it might be a bit too much? What do you think?”

Beomgyu laughs. “Honestly, what you’ve got planned for today is…small compared to what you’ve got planned for Thursday or Friday. Considering she’s not supposed to leave her apartment, it’ll be a challenge to pull off too.”

“Oh, I asked her doctor about it and he said that as long as she’s very careful about who she comes in contact with and limits exposure as much as possible, then technically I can take her out. Just a matter of how and where I do it.” Yeonjun says confidently. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, I can pull it off.”

Beomgyu gives him a smile and a pat on the back. “I’m sure you can, Yeonjun. Don’t worry about sticking around at Kang’s either, you can leave as soon as you want, I’ll back you up. Try not to keep her waiting, you know?” he says supportively.

“Thanks, Gyu. I’ll just order something for takeout and I’ll go.”

•°•

B takes a deep breath and straightens out her dress one last time before finally opening her bedroom door and taking a step into her living area.

And she was immediately rendered speechless.

The place looked almost unrecognizable. The furniture had been moved around to make space in the middle of the room for her small round dining table and 2 chairs. The lights were all off, the apartment illuminated solely by candlelight, with tea candles and blue rose petals scattered all over the apartment, carefully sprawled all across the floor and sprinkled on the furniture. The table was set up for 2, with delicious-looking dishes already in place and a bottle of white wine along with a flower arrangement and 2 candles in the center.

She could hear the string quartet from yesterday from within the apartment, and after letting her eyes adjust to the dim light and looking around she could see that they were hidden away in the kitchen, softly playing their rendition of Home by Michael Buble.

Then Yeonjun reveals himself, he was waiting right outside her bedroom door, and he holds out a hand to her. “Han Baby, I know it’s a bit early, but would you do me the honour of having dinner with me?” he says grandly.

B lets out a laugh, looking at him in awe. “It would be my pleasure, Choi Yeonjun.” she says, taking his hand.

He smiles back at her and leads her to the dining table, pulling out her chair and letting her sit before joining her.

“I’m not sure what food you’d like, but I got garlic butter baked salmon, chicken kievs, Caesar salad, a bottle of Moscato and a serving of chocolate covered strawberries for dessert.” Yeonjun says, presenting the table on the food.

“Wow, they all look so good.” B says, feeling her mouth start to water. “How did you do all this? How did you put this all together?”

“Well, I had a bit of help, of course.” Yeonjun says, pouring the wine. “I asked my driver Hwall and some help from home to bring over the food, move the furniture and set up the candles and flowers. And the string quartet, whom you’ve met yesterday, are a few friends from my old school.” he says, giving a quick salute to the four string players in the kitchen, who warmly smiled back at him. “I hope you didn’t mind having strangers in your apartment, I’m sorry if you got scared. I should have been more considerate.”

B accepts the glass of champagne but shakes her head. “Yeonjun, it’s fine. I trust that you’re being careful and that you wouldn’t compromise my safety. This is all very lovely, thank you.” she says, reaching over the table to take his hand and gently squeezing it.

He smiles warmly at her. “Thank you for trusting me. I’m glad you like it.” he says, once again savouring the moment. The warmth in her eyes as she looked at him, her initial shock upon seeing the dinner set up, how good it felt to have her hand in his, and just everything about her in general.

Since he couldn’t be out too late on a school night without raising suspicion from his father, he wanted to make the most out of every minute. From sharing the most compelling yet laughably random conversations over dinner, to the sickeningly sweet banter over dessert, to the intimacy of slow dancing in her living room.

He made sure to bid his friends from the string quartet goodbye and help B with putting her furniture back in place before calling up Hwall and letting him know it was time for him to go.

As she walks him out of her apartment, lingering by the doorway for just a moment to say goodbye.

“You know, you never cease to amaze me, Choi Yeonjun. I’m starting to think there’s nothing you can’t do.” she says, as he stands outside her door. “Except fly, of course.”

Yeonjun smiles at her quizzically. “What makes you think I can’t fly?” he asks playfully, pulling her closer.

“Because you’re only human?” she says, laughing. “Besides, I don’t want a boy who can fly. I just want you.” she says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Aw, Baby, you’re so sweet.” Yeonjun says, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Now, let’s say I could fly, would you still want me then?”

“And you’re so silly! Of course I would.” she laughs, stroking his hair. “But for now, I think you have to go.” she says, seeing his driver standing by from the corner of her eye.

“I’m afraid I do.” he says, giving a quick nod to Hwall before completely wrapping his arms around B’s waist and holding her tight, which causes her to squeal.

“See you tomorrow?” he says, finally letting go.

She nods. “See you tomorrow.” she says, waving him off and watching him walk away.

Right before he gets into his car, he takes one last look up at B’s apartment, and he’s pleasantly surprised to see her still standing outside, a hand on her chest as she smiled to herself, spinning in place a couple times before walking back into her apartment and closing the floor behind her.

He couldn’t wait to see how she’d react for what dates he had planned next.

•°•

Thursday

With Yeonjun’s simple request, once again, B didn’t really know what to expect.

She certainly wasn’t expecting to be ambushed at her front door with a bouquet or blue roses and to be serenaded by a string quartet on Tuesday, and she definitely wasn’t expecting her apartment to feel like a romantic 5 star restaurant yesterday, but his request for today’s date caught her so off guard that she couldn’t help but to overthink.

Wear something comfy?

What did he mean by that? What kind of date would entail such a simple request? Would it be something as simple as staying in and watching movies together? Knowing Yeonjun, it probably wasn’t.

While still keeping track of lectures through cellphone calls, she spent more of the overthinking about what kind of date Yeonjun could have possibly planned for the day, and what kind of outfit she’d be wearing.

At the end of the day, she decides to message her girl friends for help once again.

And right as she finishes fixing herself up, she hears the doorbell ring. She calls out “Just a second!” and quickly swipes on some blush to finish the look before running up to the front door and opening it.

“Hey, Baby.” Yeonjun says, smiling at her. “You look nice. You definitely found the perfect balance between cute and comfy.” he says, checking out her outfit.

“Hey Yeonjun! Thanks.” she says, smiling back. Just as she opens the door wider, ready to welcome him into the apartment, he takes her completely by surprise and says “Come on, let’s go.”

She blinks once, twice, still surprised. “Let’s go? Go, uh, where?”

“You’ll see. C’mon, put on some shoes and grab your things. Hwall’s waiting for us downstairs.” he says casually.

“Go? Where? And how? I mean, I’m still highly contagious, my doctor said I couldn’t leave—” B starts, still a bit dumfounded.

“I’ve cleared this with your doctor. Yes, you’re still possibly highly contagious, but where we’re going, there won’t be anyone for you to infect.” he says.

Confused, B decides to put on a pair of sneakers and grab a small sling bag before locking her apartment door behind her.

“Ah, before I forget.” Yeonjun says, rummaging through his bag before pulling out a surgical face mask wrapped in plastic. “You’ll have to put this on for now. Safety reasons.” he explains, handing it to her.

She obliges, and once the face mask is secured, he grabs her hand and leads her to the car.

•°•

“So…where are we going?” B asks for what feels like the hundredth time.

“You’ll see.” Yeonjun responds for what feels like the hundredth time.

“Are you kidnapping me? Should I be worried?” B asks. “Hey, Hwall, is he kidnapping me? Should I be worried?”

Yeonjun’s driver Hwall looks at her through the rear-view mirror as he drives. “I assure you, with sir Yeonjun, you’re in good hands.” he simply says.

B lets out a huff. “You didn’t answer either of my questions, but fine, I trust you.” she says, looking out the window and noticing how unfamiliar everything looked. They were now going uphill and had a fairly decent view of the town. “Wow, I am just now realizing just how little I know about this place. I mean, I just moved here, and all I know is how to get to school and back.”

Yeonjun laughs. “I don’t blame you, but it’s practically the opposite for me since I’ve lived here since I was a kid.” he says. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you around the whole town pretty soon.”

B gives him a curious look but doesn’t say anything. She continues to look out the window for the rest of the ride, noticing how high up they were going. Once they reach the top of the cliff, the car suddenly pulls over and stops, causing her to look around excitedly.

“Is this it? Are we here? Where are we?” she says excitedly, trying to look around for any clue as to what Yeonjun had planned for their date. All she could see, however, was the edge of the cliff and how high above the town they were.

“Huh, I guess we got here a bit early.” Yeonjun says, looking out the window. “Molang isn’t here yet.”

“Molang? Who’s Molang?” B asks, raising a brow.

Just then, she notices a low whirring noise, not knowing what it was or where it was coming from. She notices the sound getting louder and louder, until a helicopter comes into view.

As she spots the helicopter flying in and slowly approaching them, her jaw drops. “No way.”

Yeonjun laughs as he stares at her, amused by her reaction. “Yes way. Baby, this is Molang. My beautiful Airbus ACH175 helicopter.” he says, waving at the pilot through the window, who raised a hand back to acknowledge him. “And that’s Sunwoo, our pilot for today.”

“Yeonjun, I—” B starts, but she doesn’t really know what to say. “I—”

He laughs again. “Are you ready to fly?”

B simply nods, staring at the helicopter that was now landing in very close to proximity to where the car was parked. Once Yeonjun opens the door for her and she steps out, that’s when she notices that they were parked next to a helicopter pad situated right by the edge of the cliff.

“Okay, so, helicopter? How?” she manages to say, still struggling to put together coherent words. She could feel the end of her cropped sweater flapping around her torso as they came closer to the helicopter

“Let’s just say that there are a lot of perks that comes with being the sole heir to my father’s business.” he answers, almost yelling to be heard above the noise, taking her hand as they approach the helicopter.

They take the proper precautions and double check everything to make sure that they were securely strapped in, with Sunwoo the pilot briefing them on basic safety protocols and informing them of how they can communicate via the headsets provided.

Yeonjun buckles B into the backseat himself, making sure that she was strapped in tight and taking off her face mask, telling her “Don’t worry, I asked and made sure that Sunwoo is already immune to chickenpox beforehand, so you being contagious won’t be a problem.” before stealing a quick kiss and securing her headset. Next, Sunwoo helps him buckle up next to B, making all the necessary safety checks before they take off.

“Are you afraid of heights, Baby?” Yeonjun’s voice suddenly rings into B’s headset.

“No.” she replies, looking at him and squeezing his hand tight as she feels the vehicle lift off into the air. She wasn’t exactly scared, but she wasn’t expecting to leave the ground when she woke up that morning.

The view was simply breathtaking. She had flown in airplanes before, and as much as she enjoyed being at airports and taking the window seat, but nothing could compare to seeing the small town from a thousand feet in the air.

Below them, the world looked green and blue, the town highlighted by the abundantly green trees and the river that surrounded it.

Throughout the ride, Yeonjun had begun to point out the most random things to B. From the park where he won his first soccer match in when he was in the 5th grade, to the building that his father owned which he absolutely hated. He told her endless stories of the places he’d run away to when he felt like escaping, and stories of the places he’s learned to love the most after years of living in one place.

As the sun started to set, the city lights started to light up slowly, then all at once.

“Wow, this is amazing. It feels like magic.” B says, staring in awe at the town below them, now illuminated in hundreds of shining lights.

“Magic hour, when the sun sets and all the lights start to turn on.” Yeonjun agrees.

B could feel her neck start to ache from keeping it outstretched the whole time as she tried her best to look out the window, drinking in as much of the view as she could.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun had his eyes on her the whole time.

•°•

Friday

Just then, B hears her doorbell ringing.

She yells out “Coming! Just a minute!” before getting up and making sure she was appropriately dressed before making her way to the front door.

As bummed out as she was about their her supposed last stay-at-home date with Yeonjun being cancelled, she also couldn’t help but feel curious about what could have possible come up that Yeonjun had to cancel it.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she forgot to check through the peephole before opening her apartment door, and as soon as she saw the person standing on the other side, she felt her heart skip a beat.

“Baba!” Kai exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. “Surprise!” he says, before engulfing her in a hug.

She unfreezes then, her mind in scrambles, trying to comprehend what was happening.

“Ningning! What are you doing here? And why are you hugging me, step away from me, you might get chickenpox!” she exclaims, trying to pull away from his embrace.

“Actually, I’m here because I have chicken pox.” he admits, subtly rubbing his arms, which B suspected were covered in itchy red rashes. “A few people from school have started to show symptoms, actually, myself included.”

“Oh my god, you have chicken pox? Are you okay? Did any of the other guys get it?” she asks, concerned.

Kai shakes his head. “I’m fine, just a little itchy. And no, as far as I can tell, it’s just me so far. The school’s in chaos now, everyone’s starting to show up to school wearing face masks and spraying alcohol every 5 mintues. Everyone’s afraid of the chicken pox.” he says, shivering.

“That sounds disastrous.” she comments. “So what brings you here exactly?”

Kai grins. “Well, since I have chicken pox now, and you’ve had chicken pox now, and no one else in my family has had chicken pox so I’d be a major health threat to them, I was wondering if I could maybe…stay with you?” he asks sheepishly.

“Oh, like we could quarantine together?” B asks. “I was actually medically cleared by my doctor already so I can come back to school on Monday but I’d love to have you here! Why not?” she says, squealing excitedly as she hugs her bestfriend.

Kai laughs happily. “Oh thank god, Lea practically kicked me out of the house and sprayed me with alcohol the whole time when I got sent home from school. I was able to grab a few of my things before I was banished from my own home.” he says, relieved.

“Oh, you poor thing.” she says, ruffling his hair. “Come on in, I’ll make sure the guest bedroom is clean and ready for you.” she says, welcoming him into her apartment.

“Thanks, Baba! Oh, I’m so excited, I’ve missed you so much! I haven’t seen you in a whole week.” Kai says, whining. “I can’t wait to catch up with you. Honestly, MOA has felt so boring without you so there’s not much I have to say. But I can’t wait to hear all about how you spent your week!”

B laughs hesitantly. “Oh, psh, there’s not much to tell you either.” she says weakly.

“Don’t say that, I’m sure spending a week at home felt like a mini vacation! So tell me, what did you do the whole week?” Kai starts, as they enter the guest room.

I’ve been going on dates with our dear friend Yeonjun B thought to herself, though she knew she couldn’t bring herself to just tell her bestfriend about it.

So what could she tell him about her week?

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limits of desire⤳t.h.||4

chapter 4: choose your flowers

MADE OF HONOR|AU

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the songs and the running away

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff-ish, angsty(a bit), tom is an idiot, guardians of the galaxy, wedding

word count: 6.2k (whoops sorry) 

As usual tell me what you think, this chapter was kind of painful to write because IT’S SOOO MUCH HAPPENING

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The world’s worst hangover, that’s what Tom was calling it. Facing the consequences of that night. Tom had faced the worst kind of memories from past encounters. Crazy girls sending him flowers, girls throwing their purses at him, girls stealing his clothes. Aftermaths that weren’t so nice to remember. But this one, he wanted to remember. 

But seemed that this one had the worst side-effect. A constant headache would’ve been better. Though it had been almost 2 weeks already. 

She may be the face I can't forget

And he had that stupid song stuck in his head. The entire night had been on loop. He couldn’t focus on anything. Not his lines, not in boxing, not in that stupid audition he had had. It was awful. There were no answers, it was dumb. It didn’t make any sense for him, because he was angry at himself, because he had to follow his stupid rules. Right? Couldn’t he break them? 

The only person that could comfort him was exactly the subject he needed to be comforted from. Good idea, to lose your wise adviser. 

He decided to go to the gym, maybe that could get her off of his mind. Everything about that night seemed to be blurry. He’d meet Haz there, he was also training. Maybe seeing his best friend could help him. Y/N was leaving on that day. 

Tom didn’t feel like training, however, and that was off-character of him. He tried lifting, but he couldn’t. He tried to run but fell off the machine.  Tom groaned,  making the whole gym turn around and stare. Nothing was working. 

Haz had seen him and gave him a confused stare, as he ran over. 

“You okay, mate?” 

“Yeah,” Tom lied. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everything is fine.” 

“Is it?” Haz questioned.

Tom hated when Haz was condescending. 

“Yes. Fine.” 

There was something they needed to talk about and Tom could not find a way to tell him, because if anything, Tom didn’t know exactly what he wanted to talk about. Tom decided to box instead. 

Haz didn’t push it because, honestly, he had been ignoring Tom those days. Tom had been extremely annoying, and clumsy. He was like a broken-hearted teenager. Like a small child throwing a tantrum. So, of course, Haz had been ignoring him. Tom didn’t blame him. He couldn’t stand himself either. 

He was so useless. He had broken the coffee machine, burned half of his breakfast and watched all Bridget Jones’ Diary movies on the first Sunday, then the next Sunday he had pizza for breakfast and watched Notting Hill, Best Friends Wedding and Pretty Woman and then Notting Hill again, he had cried on that one. ‘Bridget Jones is a classic and Julia Roberts is fantastic in everything she does’. 

Tom was...pathetic. But he was boxing now, he was getting back on track. So while giving a stronger than normal uppercuts to his punching bag, his friend watched him doing his own gym routines.

Cold sweat ran down Tom's forehead as he went through the events of that night, it had been two weeks already. He remembered, again and again, every single little detail of the night. Andrew Jacob’s wedding had been, in general, merely forgettable. 

But there are things one can’t dare to forget. 

Like that red dress, or those words, or that one dance. Things he’d love to forget, but that were roaming his head, things he hadn't thought about before, or maybe he had but had suppressed them all along. While punching, he couldn't stop shaking, his punch was not precise, and no matter how hard he hit he could not get anything out. The lack of concentration made him shudder, with the little courage that remained, he had realized the great mistake he had made.

Every single detail counted. But there had been plenty mistakes he had committed that night. 

Harrison approached him. “Alright, what’s up?” 

Tom looked up. “I fucked up.” 

----

2 weeks before

“Y/N hurry we’re running late already,” Tom yelled. He had been waiting for about half an hour already and y/n hadn't come out of her room. 

“Coming! I’m just…” She trailed off, her voice was muffled behind her closed bedroom door. “Two minutes!” 

Tom closed his eyes. “Y/N!” She had been so weird about this, so unlike her. It wasn’t the first wedding they’d gone to together. Sure, usually it took her a lot of time to get ready, but she usually had her bedroom open and he’d watch her put her makeup on, while he scrolled through Instagram. But not this time. She had been avoiding his calls and she had been barely texting him. He didn’t know what had gotten on to her, she had even come to premieres with him, what was up with being so serious about a damned wedding. 

“Actually, I need help, come here,” she said, finally opening her door. 

Tom rolled his eyes as he walked over. He scrolled through his phone. “It’s just a party y/n.” 

“Yeah, I know, but remember I might be leaving so it might be our last in a while,” she said, coming out of her restroom as she was putting on her earrings. “Would you mind helping me with my necklace?” 

Tom finally looked up. His breath was taken away, and he almost dropped his phone. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. With the red dress perfectly silking her body and her hair tied up in a bow, her bare neck inviting him to cover it with tattoos of his kisses. He had seen her with that dress, already, but he hadn’t… Observed her. Her lips were as bright red as her dress and her eyes had a certain sparkle leaving only to his imagination how stained he could get him with that lipstick. He cleared his throat. It was wrong to think of his best friend that way. 

“Um…” 

She bit her lip. “Too much? Is it too much? I should’ve bought the other dress, right? I could still change-I think I have another--”  

“What?” Tom’s eyes widened. “No, no, no, no, you look... don’t...it’s just, wow, you...Wow.” 

She chuckled. “Really?” 

“Yeah, wow,” he said, clearing his throat. 

“Wow?” She furrowed her eyebrows. 

“Yes, breathtaking...Wow.”

She blushed. “Thanks.” 

“You’re gonna make the bride feel bad,” he licked his lips “You...you look amazing.” 

“You don’t look bad yourself,” she complimented him. She walked over to him, just inches away. She cleared her throat. He gulped. “Uh, mind helping me...with my necklace?” 

He stared down at her lips but then cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he took it from her hands as she turned around. He was being stupid. But he put it on anyways, gently caressing her neck with his cold fingers. She went stiff as soon as he touched her, and he took his time to put it on. It was contrasting. Mistake number one.

“Uh, so now...uh,” He cleared his throat. “You’re ready, right?” 

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, yeah, oh, uh...perfume!” 

“Chanel, right?” 

“Is there any other?” She smirked. 

-

Glasses were clicking, and people were murmuring. In a room where the music was as loud as it could be, and the dresses as beautiful as they could get. Tom and y/n had arrived earlier at the venue, and they were talking to some other people. Tom already had a glass of white wine on his hand, trying to digest what was going on. He couldn’t stand it. Some of the other guests were very interested in y/n, they were not so subtly flirting with her, and she responded subtly, with smooth and soft fingers moving and cheeky grins. 

“The place is very pretty,” y/n commented. “I wouldn’t get married here, but you know.” 

Tom chuckled. “Where would it be?” 

“Something more fairytale-like, I guess,” she chuckled. “I dunno, guess somewhere magical.” 

“Magical?” Tom chuckled. 

“Oh shush.” 

“What would make it magical?” He asked. 

She sighed. “I guess… I’d have sunflowers,” she started. “Yes, and daisies.” 

“Flowers? That’s it, that’s the magic for you?” 

She paused. “No, I guess not, I guess the person would make it magical because I’d be marrying someone who'd love me, flaws and all, someone who knows me, who guesses my thoughts before I could even think them,” she explained. “Someone, who I trust, you know? Whom I don’t have to pretend with.” 

Tom furrowed his eyebrows. “I guess.” 

“But yes, flowers,” she chuckled. “Flowers are important.” 

Tom smiled but then let out a soft laugh. “You know what my ideal wedding would be?” 

She just looked up. 

“Non-existent,” he winked.

She gave him a forced chuckle. “Right.” 

Suddenly, all the muttering stopped. Everybody had their stares fixed on the newlyweds who were now happily prancing around with their rings. People were clapping at them, celebrating. But y/n and Tom were only faking to be happy about them, they were rather bored.

“Bet this will be the most predictable wedding ever,” Tom whispered on y/n’s ear, as he joined the clapping. 

She looked at him. “Hm?” 

“You know, all of them are, lately,” Tom said. “That’s why I’m never going to have one, I don’t want to fall into that cliché.” 

Y/N gave him a sad smile and then turned to the couple. “Their first dance,” she whispered. 

I must have been through about a million girls, I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em alone.

“Fooled Around and Fell in Love” By Elvin Bishop. Not exactly the most ideal song for a first dance song, but he knew the backstory to it. Andrew’s and Michelle’s first date had consisted of watching Guardians of the Galaxy and their first kiss had been when Gamora and Peter Quill were listening to that song. 

I didn't care how much they cried, no sir, their tears left me cold as a stone

Tom saw how y/n’s eyes had glazed slightly as she mouthed the lyrics to the song, her lips curving just slightly to form a subtle smile. Tom knew he was supposed to watch the couple. He truly knew it. But he had time to do something else. Tom had time to observe a little more than usual. Observing how her red lipstick made her smile illuminate her eyes more, he observed the way her hair pushed back made her look beautiful, he saw how she was trying to pull a little hair back that was getting on her way, but he didn't mind that it wasn't perfectly combed, because she looked perfect. Tom realized that maybe in another context, the song was perfect for them. The song was singing to him. 

But then I fooled around and fell in love

He cleared his throat, hell, he would never tell her about all the songs he could dedicate her. He would give everything to her, and she seemed not to notice. Just as she didn't see how dazzled he was by all of her, from her playing with her hands to her lost gaze, to her lip-syncing to the song. Perfectly Imperfect.

Tom didn’t even notice when the song had ended. But it kept playing on the back of his mind. I fooled around and fell in love.

They were all clapping. Tom joined them, too. They toasted and then the couple kept their prancing through the tables. 

They ended up talking about how awful the wedding was going. Their vows had been...boring. Both y/n and Tom said they were dull, nothing too incredible. Of course, it was Andrew Jacobs they were talking about, but it was just too… predictable. 

“You know, I would’ve said something even more splendid,” she murmured to Tom. “You know, it’s the love of your life who you’re marrying.” 

“Some people don’t marry the love of their life,” Tom shrugged. 

“Well, I will,” she bit her lip. 

He chuckled. “What would you say?” 

She bit her lip. “I dunno.” 

“Ah, c’mon, you can’t just say they were plain and boring without coming up with something better,” Tom teased. 

She rolled her eyes. “Well, they said something that people usually say, I mean, saying ‘I’ve been waiting for my whole life for this’, like, really? So generic? Even if I was marrying someone I wasn’t in love with I’d come up with something more original.” 

There were lights all across the room, creating a perfect atmosphere for the already romantic ambience. The guests were thrilled to be watching the newlyweds. Y/N and Tom were sitting down on their table with Haz, Tuwaine and his girlfriend, and some other childhood friends. 

“Let’s see then,” Haz pushed. “Let’s see our writer in all her splendour.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “C’mon.” 

“Yes, go on, y/n, what would you say?” Tuwaine insisted. 

She chuckled. “I need… I need to say it to someone, so it feels more real, okay?” She laughed. “Okay, okay, okay, Harrison,” she looked at him. 

Haz laughed. “No, no, say it to Tom, let’s see how much he can resist without wanting to run away for listening to something that’s close to a commitment.” 

Y/N gulped and wrinkled her nose. “No, no, it’s fine, then.” 

Tom laughed. “It’s alright, I won’t run.” 

She gulped but turned to him. She smiled. “Thomas.” 

“y/n, my love,” Tom sang. 

She rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. They stared into each others’ eyes. Haz and Tuwaine chuckled. 

“Guys, please,” she giggled. She looked away. “Wait, should I pretend he’s someone else? I--I can’t,” she pinched Tom’s cheek. 

“No, no, imagine you’re marrying him right now,” Haz said. 

Y/N looked down. “I’m screwed.” 

Haz laughed. “You said you could come up with something even if you weren’t in love.” 

Y/N glared at him but turned back to Tom. Tom rolled his eyes and they stared at each other, again. He smiled. She bit her lip. 

“Y/N…” Haz insisted. 

“Sh, I’m thinking,” she defended herself. She blinked a few times, and Tom could take into her features again. She had a unique way to look into someone’s eyes as if she was trying to undress their soul. 

Tom felt naked with her, always. Not in the way he was with the other girls, but in a way that he could only be himself, in which he had no shield.

“They say love is easy when the right person comes,” she started. “I guess I had been dreaming a lie, waiting for that prince charming to arrive on a white horse, I just hadn’t realized that maybe he was riding a motorbike,” she cleared her throat as Tom chuckled lightly but kept looking her in the eyes. “I’ve always thought that I was wrong but suddenly, you became the right answer and I didn’t have to hide anymore, because you had always been there,” her voice was like a song he loved to listen to. “We’ve shielded under that label of best friends when we didn’t realize it didn’t have to be a boundary but a firm step in which we could always rely on because when it comes to choosing the person I’d love to spend the rest of my life with I couldn’t think on anyone else,” she paused, and Tom gulped. “Because it’s simple and as I said before when it’s the right person, it’s easy, and it doesn’t have to be the complicated mess we tend to make. So tonight, looking you in the eyes, I hereby promise you that I’ll always try to be the right answer, and to keep on strong to build over that firm step we’ve formed along because I know that although it is easy, we still have so much to discover, and so much to love.”  

Tom got lost into her words. He felt a dagger across his chest.  She looked away and laughed. “Wow, that was intense.” 

“Oh my god,” Tuwaine chuckled. “I even fell for it, man, you’re good.” 

“Fuck, how did you even come up with that shit?” Haz asked. “What the fuck,” he laughed. 

“See? Even if you’re not in love you can come up with something so not generic,” she coughed and downed her glass.

Tom blinked. What the hell was going on? 

He forced a laugh as he downed his glass, too. “Yeah, that was…” He cleared his throat. “Talented girl we have here.” 

She cleared her throat and blushed. “Yeah.” 

The wedding continued, the toast, the people dancing, the awkward pictures. Everything a wedding includes. Even the surprise for the groom. 

Y/N looked beautiful, and Tom had not hesitated to remind her all night. They ate, laughed as they used to, and even shared their desserts, they had given two cakes at the wedding, these millennials with their ideas, but they didn't complain as they could enjoy the perfect combination of chocolate cake and strawberry cake.

It was not until the time to throw the bouquet, that they began to circumvent the small motivations. 

Their friends insisted that y/n should go to catch it that maybe she’d find someone now that she had graduated, she said she was fine, that she didn't have to go, but they ended up convincing her. Y/N caught the bouquet, without even trying.

And that wasn't even the biggest deal, because, Tom had caught the garter. Tom laughed at how now they, following the tradition, should marry. They joked with that, trying to come up with ways he should propose, and how they’d serve pizza and lemon pie, with chocolate cheesecake at their wedding, or how they were going to have sunflowers instead of roses. 

“She already has her vows,” Haz laughed. “It’s perfect.” 

The dancing had started, and all the table had joined the dance floor. Tom was trying to show some moves as he pulled y/n to him. With each song, they’d find themselves a little more glued to each other, letting the music absorb them and enamouring them. 

A particular song started. She, from Notting Hill. They ended up getting closer, with flutters of butterflies in Tom's stomach from being oh-so-close. 

A particular verse hit. 

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd

They put their foreheads together, they couldn't blame the alcohol since they had not drank much, just a few glasses, but they were sufficiently sober for both of them to know what they were doing. 

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

Their noses pressed against each other, and Tom's hands caressed her back slowly. 

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

A small skim of lips was what caused the first spark, to the sound of the slow ballad to which they danced along to. 

She may be the love that cannot hope to last

Tom wanted more, so he came closer again, brushing his lips against the corner of y/n's lips.

May come to me from shadows in the past

 Her hands were resting sweetly on the back of his neck.

That I remember 'till the day I die

Tom had leaned in, ready to seal the deal. But she had stopped him, only half an inch from his lips touching hers she had moved away from his gaze. 

“Don’t do this to me,” she whispered, her eyes were glazed again. “Please don’t.” 

Tom hadn’t even been able to respond before she left the dance floor.

Tom had followed her, he did not want to lose her, because he knew her. He knew how she loved to disappear whenever she wanted to cry. She liked to disappear. 

There was a bridge outside the venue, where she was leaning on, staring at the water and her reflection on it, with a few light posts decorated with red flowers. She was quiet, he guessed she was crying. Because he knew that she didn’t like to be seen crying. He gave her a few moments until he approached her. 

"You left, like Cinderella at the ball," Tom mentioned. Clearing his throat. “Though I guess I can’t blame you.” 

"I don't want to leave things on you so easy," she said without looking up, he confirmed it, she had cried. "Although, if I had actually done it, it would have been very easy."

"Why did you do it, then?" Tom asked. 

"Run away?" She laughed cynically. “You really are asking why?” 

"The vows, the dress," Tom shrugged. “You practically crafted it.” 

She stayed quiet. 

"Is there a reason why you don't want to?" Tom frowned. “Would it be such a sin if we had kissed?” 

"Friends don't kiss," she reminded him. 

"I know a few who do," Tom shrugged. "Though it’s clear, we’re not that type of friends, you’ve left that clear." 

“I’m protecting myself,” she frowned. 

“You’re protecting yourself by running away?” Tom chuckled, digging his hands in his pockets. “It’s not the first time.” 

"You’re right, and we’ve both ran away from it," She scoffed. "I dunno about you, but I have many reasons to, I don't want to be just one more."

"Just one more?"

"Another one who falls for the lie that your angel eyes are, another who got tangled up in your smile, and who you hypnotized to leave her the next day, I do not want to be another game, Tom," she answered. "Less now that I'm so fragile."

"It's just a kiss." He shrugged, looking away. 

"No, Tom, it's not just that, and you know that" she glanced seriously. "It's the fact that it's just a kiss for you, that's the point."

"Maybe I've always wanted a kiss." He bit his lip. 

"So you can throw me away the next day?" She pressed her temples, closing her eyes. 

"It would not be like that," Tom told her. "Look, let's forget it."

"It would have been easy now that I'm leaving, wouldn’t it?” She clenched her jaw.

"So, it’s decided, you're leaving," Tom finally turned back to her. 

"I decided to accept the job," she explained. "I need to get out of everything, my routine, my family, the school, I need a break from you, Tom, I need a break until we can keep our hands to ourselves."

"What do you mean?" Tom asked.

"You know exactly what I mean, just… Forget it, okay? Let’s pretend it never happened” she turned to him. “Besides, it's also my dream, I'm going to fulfil my dream, would be stupid if I didn't."

Tom felt his heart breaking, shattering, completely destroyed, he couldn't let her go, especially now that he was taking things into account. Tom needed her, Tom needed her to stay sane. Tom had been away from her other times like when he was going to film or a press tour, but if she was leaving it would mean that many things would change. Especially after all that night. 

“We are drunk,” Tom said. “We can blame it on that.” 

“We are not, Tom,” she answered. “You know it, and I know it, it was stupid, you’re gonna end up shagging a bridesmaid.” 

“I won’t.” 

“You will, that’s how it goes,” she chuckled. “Lots of them had that doggy-bowl look.” 

Tom nudged her. “They probably don’t think my nose is bent.” 

“Your nose?” y/n frowned as she laughed slightly. “Who said that?” She turned to look at him, the moonlight reflected on her skin made her smile beautifully. 

“You did!” Tom giggled. “The night we met, you said it dropped down at the bottom, a feature accentuated by the thinness of my lips.” 

y/n threw her head back, finally laughing. “Oh my god, I did! Then I called you... What did I call you? I said you were desperate...” 

“Uh-huh, desperate for attention from being alone!” Tom continued. 

“And I said you validated yourself by having…” 

“Sport like meaningless, insatiable sex, yes.” Tom ended her sentence laughing. “Man you really ended me that night.” 

“I mean I was right about that, I’m still right” she chuckled with sadness. “But I lied about your nose,” she confessed with a small smile upon her face. Tom widened his eyes with surprise. “Wanna know what I was actually thinking?” 

“What? Of course!” Tom looked at her. 

“I thought you were hot,” she blushed looking down giggling. “But you called me boring.” 

“Because I was trying to sleep with you!” Tom laughed. “Haven’t tried since, what are the odds now?” 

She stayed quiet, as she looked up at him, she ruffled his hair. Watching her, made Tom feel a jolt inside her. He was blushing, too. 

“Tom, you won’t change, and I mean, I love you and all, but it’s always, I’m your backup plan.” 

“y/n, you’re not-” Tom tried to convince her, but she placed her hand on his mouth, impeding him from talking. 

“No, I know I am... you are not trying to hurt me, I know, and we are friends, okay, I know that, I just need us to stay that way, I know you can’t stop flirting, and I know that what was about to happen tonight was only because you were stuck with me, and I guessed I forced it.” 

Tom didn’t answer right away. Maybe she was right, maybe it had been just the moment. She looked down at her glass. 

“Did you mean it?” Tom asked her. “The vows?” 

“I…”She sighed. “I didn’t,” she sentenced. “I mean, in all seriousness, Tommy, it’s okay, honestly, I let it clear, we’re good like friends, and besides I don’t have that doggy-bowl look anyway, and maybe your nose is actually kinda bent.” She smiled at him. 

“6 months,” he said. “24 Sunday’s.” 

“6 months,” she repeated. 

Tom looked down at the blue water that was reflecting the moon, he jumped to sit on the edge of the bridge.

"Thomas!"

“I’m gonna jump I can’t survive without you,” he said, she laughed as she hugged him from behind.

“Oh my god, stop, can’t you take anything seriously?” She asked him.

“I can’t,” he answered, kissing her cheek.

“I’m gonna miss you,” she said as he laughed as getting back to his feet. He hugged her. Again, she looked up at him.

He stared down at her lips again, it could be easy, she was leaving anyway. He would have time to think about it. But no, she had made a point. It wasn’t just a kiss, it meant way so much more. It meant ruining a powerful friendship. Because he couldn’t give in, he couldn’t love her the way he was supposed to. She deserved way much better than him. Even if her words had said she didn’t want to kiss him, her eyes were begging him to do so.

He leaned over, anyway. And she did, too. But before she could do anything, Tom stopped.

“I can’t afford to lose you.” 

“You’re not losing me,” she whispered. 

“If I do this, if we do this, I’d have to let you go,” Tom cupped her cheek. 

“I’m leaving, Tom,” she said, staring at his lips then back to his eyes. 

“But you deserve someone who will stay, someone who is the right answer, and I’m just the wrong one, alright? I’ll never be able to feel the way I am supposed to feel, and I look at you and I know that if I do this, I’d have to find a way to sneak out of your life forever and I couldn’t do that to myself. I can’t do that to you.”  

She looked down. “I’m such an idiot.”

“No, I am the idiot.” 

“No,” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Then, I guess, this is goodbye, I can’t keep making such a fool of myself,” she said. “Please, don’t look out for me now, you just can’t give a woman hope and then throw her away, see?” A cheek started to run down her face. “I’m just another one, we didn’t even have anything yet you know you’d throw me away, but don’t worry, I’m used to taking the trash out.”

“Y/N.” 

She smiled. “Don’t bother.” She kissed his cheek and left before Tom could ever say anything.

He didn’t go after her.  Tom did the only thing he knew how to do, he flirted with a bridesmaid. At the end of the wedding, they ran into y/n, again who was in her dazzling red dress, watching them with pain.

She rolled her eyes, and smiled at him, and then escaped.

He had not talked to her since. 

----- 

“And you didn’t stop her?” Harrison asked. “Even after all she said?” 

“I was drunk.” 

“We both know you weren’t,” Harrison scowled. “And you ruined your friendship with her, look, you should…Maybe it’s too late.” 

“At what time is she leaving?” Tom asked, getting up. “I need to see her.” 

Harrison stared at him. “I don’t know, I didn’t ask her, she only wanted her family to say goodbye, why didn’t you go yesterday? She probably doesn’t even want to see you today.” 

“Because I’m an idiot, I can’t let her leave without saying goodbye,” Tom reproached and left to the locker room. Haz joined him at the lockers. 

“So, you’re realizing stuff just the day she’s leaving?” Haz said as Tom was getting out his stuff to shower. 

“Realizing what? She’s my best friend, I just can’ let something stupid make us fall apart before she leaves,” Tom complained. “Hey, look, I screwed up and want to make up for it, is it that bad?”

“The longer that it takes you to realize that you’re in love with her, the harder you will fall,” Haz said, as Tom closed his locker door. 

“I’m not in love with her, I just want to mend things, okay?” Tom walked away to take a shower. His best friend knew him better. 

“Sure, Tom, keep saying that to yourself,” Haz yelled. Tom stepped into the shower, to dive back into the thoughts. Tom wasn’t sure if it was love, but that night, at the wedding he had felt something. 

Yes, of course, he had thought about her. She had been the only girl he had never scored with. Tom didn’t know if it was a mere whim, or if he actually wanted to have her for him. It was a fantasy that he couldn’t even try. Because he wanted her, but he didn’t know how he wanted her, friends with benefits, maybe? No commitment needed. No strings attached. But that was being so selfish because she deserved someone who could love her in her entirety and strictly committed to her. He couldn’t give her that.  

And he was about to lose her. 6 months without her weren’t going to be ideal, especially since this last week had been hell. He had done as told, he didn’t look out for her. Maybe that had been a mistake, he should’ve looked out for her. Their friendship was the best Tom could ask for, and he needed to talk to her, text her at least every day. So he had to look out for her, show her that he loved her more than he loved his rules. 

When he got out, Haz was there. “Dude, you gotta leave now, I called her, she’s leaving to the airport now.” 

“Shit,” Tom yelled as he looked down at himself, he looked horrible. He had brought the worst pair of sweats and an ugly t-shirt to the gym. At least they were clean. “Man, I can’t buy her anything, ah shoot, I’ll just-” 

Tom picked up his keys, gave his backpack to Harrison, and ran out of the gym. He hopped to his motorbike and off he rode to the airport. Time was going too slow and it seemed like every single car in London had decided to crash or make him stop. The traffic was bollocks and he was sure he had at least broken 3 laws while driving. He didn’t care, he’d pay for the tickets later. 

His heartbeat was almost as fast as he was going on the bike. It was until 10 minutes later, he realized he didn’t know from which of the airports she was flying off. He stopped and called Harrison. 

“Please tell me she’s leaving from Heathrow, please, I don’t want to pull a Ross and Rachel, she got off the plane, thing but please, it’s the closest one-” 

“Uh, let me ...Yeah, Heathrow!” 

So Tom continued, it would’ve been horrible if it hadn’t been that airport. Quite embarrassing really. He was letting the adrenaline of the situation move him. He knew it was now or never.

Now or never what? While he was stopped at a traffic light he realized he didn’t know why exactly he was going. To say goodbye? To apologize? To say he felt something more? 

He didn’t, he didn’t feel something more. That wasn’t the point, he needed to see her. To wish her goodbye, to tell her she wasn’t just another one. What a jerk he had been, he hadn’t even called her. 

He passed a flower shop, and debated whether to buy her one or not. He didn’t. So he arrived at the crowded airport, he parked in front of the front doors and ran inside. Seemed like everyone was acting against him, blinding his path along the way. But then, just like magic, he saw her, beautiful as always. She was hugging her grandma and her mother was letting out a few tears. 

Tom ran his way over, trying not to be rude while he pushed away everyone that was standing in between them. y/n was standing backwards. Her mum saw Tom, and he saw how her smile warmed. 

Y/N saw her mother smiling, and turned around with confusion. Tom saw how she broke down when she saw him. Her eyes filled with tears, as she jumped over to him, Tom picking her up in the air, and holding her tight.  

“I’m sorry, y/n,” was his initial statement. “I’m gonna miss you so much,” He whispered in her ear. 

“I’m going to miss you, too.” 

“I’ll give you guys some space,” her mum said, as she stepped off. Her grandma stayed there watching them with a smile. Y/N coughed and her grandma realized how inappropriate she was being and stepped back with her mother. 

Tom looked down at her, as the tears were streaming down. 

“Woah, hey, don’t cry, you don’t like people seeing you cry” Tom smiled as he wiped her tears off. “Look, I’m sorry, I was a jerk, and…” 

“Tommy, don’t-” 

“Shh...let me speak, I love you more anything, okay? You’re not just one more, you’re the best  friend I have,  and please don’t tell that to Harrison.” 

y/n giggled as she hugged him again. “Let’s just forget that night, okay? Please, it didn’t happen.” 

Tom knew he couldn’t forget it, but he nodded anyway, placing a kiss on top of her head. 

“I can’t believe I won’t see you in 6 months, gosh, you’re growing up!” Tom joked, as she punched him lightly. 

“I’m really scared...I won’t go, I don’t want to,” she said, with panic, Tom took her by the shoulders. 

“You’re gonna do it okay? And they’re gonna love you, you’re going to report everything,” Tom chuckled as he made her smile. “I don’t know how that works, okay? But I want you to go and make me proud.” 

“Tommy,” she smiled. 

“And you will text me, every day, okay? Promise me,” Tom said. 

She smiled. “I promise.” 

“You won’t forget me, right?” Tom asked her, wiping away more tears. 

“I won’t, how could I?” She chuckled. “I can’t forget that bent nose.” 

He grinned and then wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want to let you go, but it’s your dream, so I know I have to. I’m such an idiot for not seeing you these two weeks” 

And they stared deep into each other eyes, making sparks fly. Tom let her go before trouble could come. 

“Tommy,” she took a deep breath and hugged him again. “You know I love you, right?” 

“Love you, too,” and he hugged her knowing this would be the last time he’d be hugging her for 6 months. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but y/n…” Her mum approached her. “I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” y/n let Tom go, clearing her throat. Tom blushed as he played with his hands. The goodbye went so quick, and before Tom knew it he was watching her walk away. 

No, Tom hadn’t realized it yet, and by the time he would realize it, it would be too late. He still had that stupid song in his head. 

The meaning of my life is

She, she

Oh, she

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A Walk Home

This is the intro to a much longer piece that I’m really hoping I’ll be able to finish! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Angelica Taffet had had about enough of customer service. 

After being yelled at by two older women, being “pranked” by a couple of middle schoolers, and just generally dealing with a group of people that wanted to be anything but cooperative, she was ready to bash her head against a wall and scream for hours. Customer service was the worst part of the job. She’d much rather be in the back, taking stock. But her manager said she was “good with the customers” and “a polite young lady”.

“Thanks,” she had mumbled under her breath, “it’s the social anxiety.”

What mattered was that her shift was over and she could walk home now. 

It was still light out, so she wasn’t too worried about popping in her earbuds and listening to some music while she walked. She was about to slip her phone back into her pocket when it vibrated. She pulled the notification down and opened her texting app.

Theo <3: are you out of work yet?

Angelica chuckled. She could practically hear her partner’s whining voice asking.

You: Just got out! Walking home now!

Theo <3: stay safe angel

You: I will! The sun hasn’t gone down yet, so it’s not too dangerous to walk home

Theo <3: don’t get lost again

You: That was one time!

Theo <3: lol

Theo <3: seriously though, watch where you’re going

You: Theo, I’ve got it!

Theo <3: just making sure

There’s a few beats of silence, and Angelic is about to put her phone away, when it vibrates again.

Theo <3: did you see that the next book in the series is available for preorder?

You: WHAT???

Theo <3: I KNOW!!!

Theo <3: i really hope they can figure out where Abe’s family is…

You: If they don’t, I’ll scream

Angelica and Theo had met because of their shared interest in the “Clockwork Fairy” book series. They had found each other online, and had instantly formed a connection. Not just over the books, but as people as well. They could rant and rave about the books day in and day out, but they could also listen to the other’s problems and passions and never get bored or uncomfortable. The two of them really were perfect together.

Theo <3: hey, have you drawn anything new lately?

You: Nah, not really. Been too focused on finishing up school

Theo <3: >:P

Theo <3: lame

You: Tell me about it

You: I can’t wait to finish school

You: Hopefully The Plan can pull through by then

Angelica bit her lip. It had been a while since the two of them had talked about The Plan. 

Ever since Theo had gotten a place of their own, Angelica had talked about moving in with them. Their apartment was big enough for two after all. The big problem was that they lived on opposite sides of the country. Theo was in California for school, while Angelica still lived in Virginia with her parents. It was a bit of a pipe dream, sure, but Angelica had been saving up from her job. She couldn’t save every penny, but she was slowly making a dent in her end goal.

Theo <3: hopefully

Theo <3: you know, if you really can’t make it out here we can always live together later in life

You: I know

You: But I want to live with you as soon as possible

Theo <3: aw :’)

Theo <3: sap

Angelica chuckled. She slipped her phone into her pocket before she crossed the largest road between her house and the store she worked at. Her music was still playing. Some soft indie band she had discovered recently, she couldn’t remember the name of. She began to bob her head back and forth to the rhythm of the song. After she had crossed the road, she glanced behind her, before pulling her phone out again. Theo had already sent a few more texts.

Theo <3: i mean it though, don’t get your hope up

Theo <3: it’s a nice thought, but you can’t put all your eggs in one basket

Theo <3: or whatever it my grandma used to say

Angelica frowned and turned her music up a little louder to try and drown out her negative thoughts.

You: Can’t I just have this?

Theo <3: sorry, sorry

Theo <3: i just don’t want you to end up heartbroken is all

You: It’s going to work Theo. It has to

Theo <3: i admire your dedication

You: Thank you!

Angelica glanced up from her phone and realized she was already home. She slipped her phone in her pocket again and punched in the code that opened the apartment building’s main door. She stepped into the elevator and watched the numbers climb as it went up the building. There was no service in the elevator for some weird reason. She walked to the end of the hallway (to the right) on the eighth floor, and used her key to let herself into the apartment. Her mom was already standing in the kitchen.

“Hey sweetie!” She greeted. “How was work?”

“Awful,” Angelica replied. “I had to work returns today.”

Her mom tutted. “That’s good for you, dear! You need to get better about opening up to people!” 

Angelica plastered on a fake smile. “Yeah, you’re right. I just don’t like it yet. I’m sure I will eventually.” She glanced down at her pocket. “When is dinner gonna be ready?”

“About five minutes,” her mom replied. “Why don’t you go change and then set the table?”

“Okay.”

Angelica walked down the hallway to her room, and quickly changed out of her work clothes into a pair of white shorts and her favorite pink sweater. She didn’t have time for much more than a quick “dinner time” text to Theo before she was setting the table and sitting down to dinner. 

She served herself some of the spaghetti her mom had made, and nodded along to her dad talking about his day. Something about one of his coworkers getting a divorce. She secretly thought to herself that she was glad she’d never have to deal with that. She drifted off into her own thoughts after she had nodded along for long enough. Thinking about holding Theo’s hand and holding Theo while they watched movies and kissing Theo’s forehead right before they fell asleep and-

“Isn’t that right, Angie?”

Angelica jumped at her dad’s nickname for her. “Huh?” She asked.

Her dad chuckled. “I said you won’t have to worry about getting divorced! We’re gonna make sure of that!” She chuckled awkwardly, and looked to her mom with pleading eyes.

“Now, Robert, we talked about this,” her mom said. “Angelica can date anyone she’d like. We have to trust her judgement about who she thinks is right for her.”

“Thank you, Mom,” Angelica said, even though her stomach was churning.

“Well… I still want to give the final seal of approval before my little girl settles down!” Her dad said. 

“I’m sure she’ll let you,” her mom said.

Angelica just nodded and began to eat again. 

She finished quickly and excused herself to her room for the evening. She fell against her bed and stared out the window for a little while. The sun had set by now, but her neighbors' lights were on. She could see them through the blinds that had been drawn. She heard her phone buzz, and she hopped up to retrieve it from her hoodie.

Theo <3: you doing ok angel?

Theo <3: you kinda disappeared

Theo <3: dinner doesn’t usually take this long…

You: Sorry Theo, I was just thinking about some stuff

Theo <3: don’t hurt yourself lol

Theo <3: For real though, what’s on your mind?

Angelica sighed and flopped against her bed again.

You: Dad brought up marriage over dinner

Theo <3: >:P

Theo <3: yuck

You: Tell me about it

Theo <3: what’d you say?

You: Same thing I always say

You: I just nodded along and kept my head down

Theo <3: when do you think you’re going to tell them?

You: Which part?

Theo <3: both parts

You: The gender thing? Never. I’m fine with being a girl most of the time, there’s no point in correcting them

You: The aroace thing? I honestly don’t know

Theo <3: have you told them we’re partners at least?

You: Are you kidding?

You: They’ll understand the aroace thing better than the qpr thing

You: Meaning that they’ll kick me out over it

You: The second one, I mean

Angelica sniffed quietly and squeezed her eyes shut to hold back tears. She felt the phone vibrate a few times in her hand, but it took her a moment to be able to look at it again.

Theo <3: it’s ok angel

Theo <3: your parents don’t control you. your parents don’t have final say over your life. they’re in the wrong if they think that you’re not right or broken or whatever. you’re one of the best things in my life, and i know that other people feel the same way. you’re a ray of sunshine, even if you aren’t the most outgoing person. you’re great just the way you are, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

Angelica sniffed and let a few tears trickle down her cheeks.

You: Thanks Teddy Bear

Theo <3: any time

Theo <3: you wanna play a game or something?

You: Nah, I’m too tired. Can we just talk for a bit?

Theo <3: no problem!

Theo <3: can you tell me your theory about Abe’s family again?

Angelica chuckled. Theo had her theory written down in a google doc that they always kept open, they hadn’t forgotten it. It was just a distraction, but it was one that Angelica was eager to snap up.

You: Well… I still think that AF2 has something to do with it

Theo <3: how so?

The two of them talked about The Clockwork Fairy well into the night. Angelica had the day off work tomorrow, and it was a Sunday, so she didn’t have to worry about school either. So she could stay up until one am, no problem. She stayed up well past when her mom came in to hug her goodnight, well past when all the neighbors’ lights went off (well, most of them at least). She stayed up with Theo until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore and she passed out, still holding her phone.

She had dreams about fairies and robots and holding hands.

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Heaven

Homecoming is this weekend. The losers were planning on going in a group. But they still wanted dates. Ben asked Beverly a while back. He was scared that someone else would ask her before he could.

Stan and Bill were going with each other. They were quietly dating. As if, you weren’t sure if they were dating but they had announced their relationship.

Eddie’s mom would murder him if he had a date, so he didn’t bother. But Richie wanted to bother. He just didn’t know how.

Richie and Eddie have been hanging out a lot recently. Richie’s parents were never home, so he always asked Eddie to come over. He loved Eddie’s company. He couldn’t stand being alone and Eddie made it a lot easier.

One night at Richie’s house, Eddie came in looking very pissed off. “God, my mom is such a total pain in the ass. I can’t stand it anymore.” Eddie ranted. He sat on Richie’s bed, still rambling.

Richie was staring at Eddie. He didn’t want to stay inside tonight. And some walking would probably good for Eddie. “Let’s go somewhere.” Richie says.

“What? Are you even listening?” Eddie asks.

No. Richie gets up from his position on the bed and reaches his hand out to Eddie. “Yes. But I think a walk on a night like this would be good. C’mon I know a place.”

Eddie blinks. “Richie, I swear to god if you try to murder me-” Richie laughs heartily at him.

“Calm down. It’s just boring in here!” Richie waggles his hand.

“Fine,” Eddie grabs Richie’s hand. “But I don’t want to be out long. It’s cold.”

Richie picks up two jackets off his floor. He gives the comfier one to Eddie. “Now you have nothing to bitch about.” Richie sticks his tongue out.

Eddie follows his best friend to a small playground. It looks as if it hasn’t been used in a while. Like it was a hot spot for young kids long ago, but it lost its charm. Eddie smiles. “I should’ve known you would take me to a playground.”

Richie chuckles. “I like coming here to distract myself.” He sits on an old swing.

“Is this sanitary?” Eddie inspects the swings. They’re rusted and used. The chains creak with a slight push.

“I’m still alive so, yes.” Richie says sarcastically. “Just sit. You’ll be fine.” He pats the swing next to him.

Eddie sits down on the seat. There’s a breeze that makes him shiver. Involuntarily, Eddie huddles into Richie’s huge jacket. He has one foot on the ground and is swaying more than swinging. Richie clears his throat to catch Eddie’s gaze.

“So,” Richie starts. “I was thinking about homecoming. It’s coming up soon.” Richie is clearly nervous. His attention on the dirt beneath him. “And I know we both don’t have like, dates. So, ha, can I take you to homecoming? As your date. As a date. Yeah.” Richie doesn’t dare look up at Eddie.

But Eddie didn’t dare take his eyes off of Richie. “Richie,” Eddie’s voice was barely audible. “I’d really like to go to homecoming with your dumbass.”

Richie looks up at Eddie. “Wait really? You don’t think it’s weird? Because like..” Richie gestures between Eddie and himself.

"If I didn't feel like it was okay, I wouldn't say yes. I want to go with you, Rich." Eddie smiles warmly at Richie. And Richie feels like he's melting.

"Wow. This is not what I expected." Richie sucks on his teeth. "Well, okay maybe I was prepared for a yes. Would you want to come hang out at my place after homecoming? Just to chill. Because I always feel so crowded during homecoming. No time or space to connect or bond."

Eddie leans back in the swing to think. "Ma would never let me." He sighs.

"Spaghetti, just tell her homecoming ends at 12." Richie says.

Yeah.

"Alright. Bet." Eddie says. He laughs at his own response.

-

It's the night of homecoming. Richie and Eddie are so excited. Eddie has prepared for everything. He can not leave anything behind that he may need in an event like this. The germs.

There's just one thing that Eddie shoved to the back of his mind. That fucking slow dance. He knows it's going to happen. So what's he going to do with Richie?

Eddie knows what he wants. Richie owes him that dance. But he's terrified of people seeing. He doesn't want to be labeled as a "fag" again. It was just dying down.

Eddie was dressed up in his very special Sunday clothes. It was a salmon tuxedo with a red bowtie. His mother was fawning over how cute he is and taking more pictures than a child could count.

Eddie's mom was touching his face and making sure he looked perfect. According to Richie, he always did. Eddie swatted her hands away. "Mommy, I'm going to be late. Let's go."

"Alright. But just a few more pictures." She snapped some more and Eddie tried not to scream at her. She grabbed the keys and left for the dance.

When they arrived, Eddie's mom kept asking him if he had all of his meds. He didn't know how many times she asked the question. "Okay so pick up at 12?" She asked.

"Yes. But I could maybe get a ride home with Stanley. That way you don't have to drive out." Eddie said.

Sonia frowned at this. "Okay. Make sure to be safe and have fun. Don't touch anyone. And no romance." She warned.

"Bye, mommy! I love you." Eddie leaned over to give her a kiss and then got out of the car. Eddie had texted Richie to meet him in the lobby. He took a deep breath and went through the venue's entrance.

There he was. Looking around nervously for his date. For once, Richie's hair doesn't look like a rat's shit house. It's still curly, but a comb has run through it. He looks oddly nice. His tuxedo isn't buttoned at all. His tie hangs around his neck, untied. The tuxedo itself is slightly wrinkled. The black tuxedo obviously hasn't been used in quite a while.

Eddie almost couldn't stand looking at him. He couldn't believe that this was his date. He loved it.

Richie caught sight of Eddie and raced up to him. "M'lady." He said. Richie extended his arm to Eddie. Eddie wrapped his arm in Richie's and pushed up the oversized glasses Richie wore.

"I hate you." Is the only thing Eddie could say.

They dropped arms once they went into the main event area. The music was loud. You could already smell the body odor and perfume mixing in the air. The crowd by the speakers was humongous.

Right away, they spotted the losers in the area towards the seats. "Look at these babes! Wow! So you can look attractive, Richie." Bev exclaims.

Richie laughs at her. "I'm sorry if I embarrass you because my looks are superior."

"Shut up, Tozier." Eddie says.

The night goes on. Random pop songs from the radio come on. The losers are dancing along with some of the songs. Mike surprises the group with some moves he had up his sleeve. Everything is perfect. Richie and Eddie keep sharing longing glances at each other throughout the night.

Then, the dreadful part came around. A slow song that's probably trending on the radio. Immediately, the air in the room changed. Couples got together to dance. Ben and Beverly paired up to dance. Bill and Stan even paired. But then there was Richie and Eddie.

They made direct eye contact with each other. Both of the boys visibly froze up. Richie is the first one to do anything. He comes in close to Eddie's ear. "I'm sorry, Eds." Richie whispered. That's how Eddie knew Richie shared the same fears he had. They were too scared of what others would say if they had been spotted.

Richie gestured over to the chairs so they wouldn't have to stand awkwardly. Eddie followed him to the area. When they sat down, Eddie felt okay. He wasn't upset. He knew it was going to happen. "It's okay, Richie." Eddie said. He gave a genuine smile to Richie.

Richie let out a breath he wasn't holding in. He leaned back to get more comfortable in the small chair.

The homecoming dance ended. The losers were saying their goodbyes to each other. They all had such a fun time. They didn't say much because they were tired and probably just going to talk over group chat.

Richie's house was close enough from the venue to walk. Along the way, Richie and Eddie had their usual mindless conversations. They got to Richie's house and made home in his bed. “Was it just me or was the music terrible?” Richie says. He turns on his speakers.

Eddie chuckles. "It was really bad. Like really fucking bad." Eddie lies down on Richie's bed. He felt like his ears were ringing. The music was so loud and it shook his whole body.

“Good. Because my music taste is way better.” Richie smirks. He turns on a playlist he made in Spotify. He titled it “vibe check!” The first song to come on is Let It Happen by Tame Impala.

Richie sits on the bed next to Eddie. Eddie stares up at the ceiling, letting the song go through him. He finds himself humming along to the song.

“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” Richie murmurs. Eddie almost doesn’t notice Richie’s words.

“It was fun.” Eddie says back. The atmosphere was weird. There was a strange silence between the boys. The music provided a weird background for them to rest. Yet, they were both comfortable.

The song changes. The Night We Met by Lord Huron sounds through the speakers. Eddie feels the bed shift next to him. Richie’s footsteps were soft. Eddie sits up.

Like the night Richie had taken Eddie to the playground, Richie had his arm extended with his hand open to Eddie. “This is a dancing song. Don’t you think?” Richie says.

Eddie smiled. “I’m going to check that out.” He places his hand in Richie’s. Richie helps pull Eddie from the bed.

They had no clue how to actually dance. Their hands were placed weirdly on each other’s sides. Eddie moved his hand that was not captured by Richie’s to his shoulder. Richie shifted his hand on Eddie’s waist to a better position.

Richie rested his forehead against Eddie’s and shut his eyes. He couldn’t help himself from smiling. Eddie looks at Richie’s face. It was unbelievably close. They shared breaths. Eddie found himself wanting to be even closer. Every nerve in his body was on fire. Is this safe? Should I be feeling like this? Eddie thought. But he didn’t care.

Without even thinking about it, he met Richie’s chapped lips. Eddie had never been so aware, yet lost all in one moment. But it was a good lost. Like his mind was gone and he was content with it.

Eddie took in every detail. The way Richie was so apprehensive until he was sure Eddie did want it. It was a first kiss for both of them. It felt much better than in daydreams. It felt real.

Eddie felt his stomach twist and form into a pit. If you had asked Eddie what that pit was, he would surely say appendicitis. However, it was clearly love.

Richie pulled away and stared at Eddie. “You’re better at kissing than your mom.” Richie jokes.

“I literally hate you.” Eddie laughs. They’re still holding each other and dancing. Eddie didn’t want to let go.

“I know.” Richie says. His smile was big. Richie felt like this was heaven. He had no other explanation for it.

So the both of them decided that it was heaven. Their dance would forever be the heaven that only the two of them would share. A wordless love.

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[exobyharu]

PCY - One Shot

Image source to follow. I just Googled it like this

“Yeah, look, listen, are you uh…”

Summary: A flustered PCY? It was a close call. He was definitely going to tell Baekhyun about his minor fuck up. He may need more than “just make sure you smell good” from him. He got what he came for, though. You can’t say it was a bad idea either.

⏰ 2:10 PM 🌏 7-11, near Chanyeol’s imaginary radio station ☁️ Just immediately after a heavy thunderstorm 👥 YN, Park Chanyeol, Byun Baekhyun

Notes: Another one shot because I’m busy for the holidays. :( First person: It’s my first time! Next update will be on the series. Happy Holidays!

Words: ~1,700

💙💙💙

I just want to be in a proper relationship and stay in it. Instead, the only eligible guy within my social circle is my childhood’s worst nightmare, Byun Baekhyun. I know that I seem way too ungrateful, seeing that countless women would kill to be in my place, but if they had only grown up with the guy, they would know that it would be almost impossible to see him more than a pesky little brother.

Trust me. I tried.

I could barely get the facts straight in my head: He’s actually older than me – even though he behaves way too much like a stubbornly mental teenager and five hyperactive puppies, all combined in one body.

My life was set. Until last night, my life is going to be with this guy I’ve been in a relationship with for the past five years. At least until I discover that he had been cheating for at least half of it, because I turn out to be too boring (his words) for his fun-loving, go-getting ways.

I was told and it explains why I suddenly –  and oh so desperately – want to try something crazy to change that. By my albeit too boring standards, a slow drive down the outskirts of the city in the middle of an afternoon thunderstorm seems like the perfect kind of reckless to me.

There isn’t even alcohol in the picture. Just me, my father’s hand-me-down-SUV-slash-motherwagon, and a bag of chips and soda on the passenger’s seat. The plan is to get moving, reach the shore in a couple of hours and make it back before it gets dark. I will bring my journal with me, binge on junk, and stare out into the sea with the liftgate as the roof over my head and hopefully a stray dog for company.

So yeah.

I am boring.

I leave three text messages anyway, for those in my Top Three Most Important People In My Life list, who have recently ascended up the ranks by default, simply because the Love Of My Life TM, is no longer in it. 

I’ll be out. Be back my midnight, I tell my sister. 

Borrowing the car. I’ll be safe. Driving over to Baekhyun’s, I tell my dad. 

And of course, for my one and only best friend: Let’s go SuperM! Dear leader, told dad I’m driving to your place. Please don’t kill me. I just need to be at my usual spot. I’ll be safe. I promise. Enjoy your tour!

And after a couple of hours preparing and getting my shit together, my eyes are finally dry enough from all the crying. I have my favourite rain jacket on, just in case, and my journal. With my last ritual stop being the nearby convenience store, I know that I will be well on my way to the beach in a few minutes.

It’s a little funny how the thunderstorm has cleared, right when I finally decide to leave the house and head out of the driveway. So much for being reckless. Still, the skies are adequately grey, perfectly sympathising with my sentiments.  

Also, why do they play sappy love songs on the radio at this hour?

I leave the radio on anyway, telling myself that I have to get used to this whole self-partnered concept. Well, for the record, it’s been about six hours into this and all I can say is that it sucks. I miss my stupid, good for nothing, ex. That’s normal, right?

Biting my lower lip, I pull up at the parking space, making sure that my brokenness and frustrations do not reach my eyes once again. Thinking of nothing but the tantalising image of the bag of Lays that I am to devour in a couple of hours, I head straight into the store, the comforting sound of door chimes signalling my entrance. I grab an extra bottle of Mountain Dew just in case, as well as a Snickers bar. And a bag of m&m’s. And a can of Dr. Pepper. And another bag of cookies.

What?

Nobody will see, save for the kind lady by the counter. What’s there to be ashamed about? I am a brokenhearted girl. That means I deserve it. That, and I’m unstoppable.

In about ten minutes, the chimes sound once again, and I am out, running back to the car even before I grab more than what I can actually eat.

“Ya ya ya, slow down!”

The startled voice is too easily recognised. I whirl around, a giant bag of salt and carbohydrates in hand, and am faced by Park Chanyeol, frozen in place with an outstretched hand.

First of all, why am I not surprised? Second of all, I already know too well, what this conversation is going to be all about.

“What a weather to be up and about. Always a busy one, our YN.”

Right. The weather. What a perfect conversation starter. And did he just say our YN? A pout grows on my lips when he comes closer. This can’t be good. 

“I could say the same and have you explaining to me, you know.”

“If it gets rid of this,” he says, and presses a light finger on the wrinkled skin between my brows, “then I will tell you that our radio show got cancelled because of the storm. The station’s just couple of blocks down this street.”

Too bad for him, I’m not easily convinced. “So you’re down here, actually buying something for yourself?”

“And I can’t?”

I close my eyes, unsure if engaging in our usual banter will help nurse my broken spirit. “Don’t you have personal assistants to get you stuff when you need them?”

His shrug makes me even more suspicious. “It’s rare to have the streets empty. You know we don’t get this chance whenever we want.”

Celebrities. Right. Sometimes, I forget. My mind travels back to the time when I went with Baekhyun and his brother to catch a movie on a Sunday night. That will never happen again.

“Look, I don’t want to be blunt or anything, but…” Chanyeol comes even closer – close enough for me to smell his perfume. He must have emptied a bottle over his head.

“But …what?” I watch him take a deep breath and pause. The movement of his lips is subtle, but I don’t miss it. It’s like he’s carefully choosing his words but he eventually gives up after a few tries. Now that’s a sigh.

“Were you crying,” he says instead.

Is this guy serious? It does not even sound like a question. “Are you asking because you’re not sure?”

“It’s just your eyes. The skin around it, actually. It’s bugging out, kind of. You cried a lot, didn’t you?”

Bugging out, huh? When I don’t answer, he gets it. I hope he does.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m stupid. Call me stupid.” Now he’s frantically raising both hands in front of me as if to defend himself. The heck. I’m not going to punch him or anything.

“Damn it. Forget I asked,” he says, when I stay quiet more out of confusion than anything else. It makes him look up into the sky, muttering something that sounds very much like goddammit said over and over. He does this while he rakes at his hair with both hands and it lasts too long to be a simple show of frustration.

What now? It makes me look up too.

Just clouds. Just nothing, really.

When I glance back at him, his eyes are now screwed shut. It takes a few seconds before he finishes his deep breaths and slowly stuffs both of his hands inside the front pockets of his jeans.

Jesus, Chanyeol, quit weirding me out.

“Um, hey?”

It’s like summoning his consciousness back to earth. “Yeah, look, listen, are you uh…” He purses his lips to the side, looking thoughtful and possibly, forcing that crooked smile. “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah, Look, listen, I am going somewhere.” I almost laugh when I answer. Look? Listen? What’s he being so nervous about? He doesn’t need to hide anything – they would not stand a chance. I know that Baekhyun sent him. Cut the shit. I’ll be fine. You can enjoy the rest of your day. Thank you very much.

I wave him off. “Stop pretending, Chanyeol. You know already.”

“Yah! You don’t understand, YN. I just want to know…” He looks at me sheepishly, if not stuttering. “Is there beer in that bag?”

The drink did not even make it to my Reckless Afternoon shopping list. It makes me shake my head and sigh. “What can I say? I’m a terminal case of boring.”

What I said makes Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “That’s loaded. Wanna talk about it?”

Nope. So I cross my arms, fake indifference, and change the topic. “Did Baekhyun send you? Cause if you’re here to stop me, that’s his job. Not yours.”

One side of his lips rise – a sign that a smile is starting to ease in. He gets it. That topic’s off limits and he goes along with it. “Baekhyun…” he starts, tilting his head in thought. “He said that you would be here, yes. But as for coming here, that’s on my own volition.”

I’m sure. I snort. “Obviously, you wouldn’t let him force you.”

“Obviously,” he says back. And then nothing else.

He just flashes a perfect smile and stares meaningfully into my eyes making my brain short circuit. I don’t know what he means. My eyes refuse to process such sensory input.

Stop this, Chanyeol. Stop this now.

“What I’m saying is that this is Baekhyun’s job,” I explain, avoiding his gaze. “It’s not your responsibility. So why don’t you go and do your musician stuff?”

“Hmm… YN, it’s like this…”

I just know that I’m fucked whenever Chanyeol switches gears and transforms into the argumentative version of himself. “If your best friend feels responsible for you, then I feel responsible for my best friend. The line of responsibility can extend as far as it can go. I can even send my mom over here to watch over you, if you won’t let me.”

By experience, I know that I could argue for an entire afternoon. However, also by experience, I know Chanyeol to be the type to argue until much later in the morning. Long conversation short, I’m stuck in a hopeless situation. “Baekhyun’s right. There’s no reasoning with you, sometimes.”

And it’s clear to him that he’s won. That grin is him, claiming his prize. “That’s because I’m bright, people say.”

“You can’t stop me though. My mind’s set.” It’s a promise.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do that.”

I blink. Then what’s this all about?

“Leave your car here”, he says. “I’m just here to take you there.”

And my best friend’s best friend never takes never for an answer. I’m not even surprised that Chanyeol knows the way to my favourite place. That is how I end up falling asleep, smelling his strong perfume, with the sound of the road flying beneath the wheels of his car.

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[writing-realityawayfromreality]

Running Scared

*roughly based off of the song All too Well by T.Swift. I’m deep in the Jake feels at the moment so please bare with me. Hope y’all enjoy. As always, all the love.

-K

*Warnings: there is a decent age gap between the reader and Jake*

*present (reader is about 26 and Jake is 36)*

 You were back in town and your parents had asked you to come have  dinner with them at the Gyllenhaals. you were suppose to be getting ready but you found yourself sitting on the bed on your phone in your old room at your parents house. “Maybe I was a young, naive, little girl” you thought as you were scrolling through Instagram seeing picture of a guy that you thought was going to be your best friend for the rest of your life. You couldn’t get away from him, everywhere you looked there he was, and it was all because of his new movie coming out. He sure did know what he wanted to do with his life, how could you blame him, someone who as talented as him should be doing exactly what he was doing. You couldn’t help yourself but watch some of his interviews just to hear his voice, a voice that you could listen to all day long, you came across a clip of him reading one of your favorite books as a kid. 

*flashback (reader around 6 years old, Jake around 16)*

“Where are we going?” you asked your parents  “We are going over to the Gyllenhaals honey, you know Maggie and Jake...” your mom said. “Yay, I love spending time with Jake.” you giggled. “Well that’s good sweetie because your mommy and I are going out with their mommy and daddy and Jake said that he wouldn’t mind watching you.” you dad said. “A whole night with Jake? Cool!” you said.   You’re parents knocked on the door only to be greeted by Jake. “Hey” He said hugging your parents. “Mom and Dad are just about done getting ready, please come in.” Jake said stepping aside to allow you into the house. “How are you y/n?” Jake asked. “I’m good, mommy and daddy said that you were going to watch me tonight.” You said excitedly. It wasn’t the first time that Jake had babysat you. Honestly he was your favorite babysitter. Jake just smiled.

Jake had just made your favorite meal. Chicken fingers and Mac and Cheese and for dessert he cut you a piece of cake. Jake had let you alone to play with some toys that you brought along while he cleaned up from dinner. not too long after he asked if you wanted to watch a movie. “How about Toy Story?” Jake asked looking through the movies. “I love that movie!” you yelled. Jake placed the movie in the tape player and walked over to the sofa. It started off with you both eating popcorn, slowly as time went on you could feel yourself getting tired. You moved closer over to Jake and snuggled into him. After the movie had ended Jake woke you up asking if you wanted to go to bed, you nodded sleepily and he carried you up and laid you the spare bed. “Jake, can you read me a bedtime story?” you asked looking at him. “Sure.” He said grabbing a book off the shelf. “How about goodnight moon?” He asked. “My favorite!” you said curling up under the blanket 

*Present* 

You still kept that book in a box in the back of your closet in your apartment.  You could feel the feelings coming back of how you felt about Jake. You threw your phone expecting it to hit the bed next to you but instead it fell to the ground. Getting off the bed you picked it up off the floor but not before noticing something under your bed. It was a box, opening it you saw all your old school stuff, you were a pretty good student. Looking through the papers you came across a math test which had a score of 100% probably the only one with 100% on it. 

*Flashback (reader is about 10 and jake is about 20)*

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Jake asked walking into the dinning area of his house, “Parents are out of town and they think that i wouldn’t be okay alone at home so i have to stay here for the weekend.’” you said not looking up from your homework. “What are you doing home? shouldn’t you be at college” you asked. “Just getting a few things.” Jake said before walking away, going up stairs. “This is so stupid!” you yelled. Jake came back into the room . “What?” he asked. “This math homework, I want to be a writer, where is math going to come into play?” you asked. “Well,you never know when you are going to need math in real life situations. What’s the problem?” He asked sitting down next to you. placing his bag on the floor.

*Present*

You could recall staying up all night with Jake doing problem after problem. He had spent the weekend at home making sure that you could pass your test, barely making it back to college for his own classes. He had spent a lot of his summers at home, you recalled spending the whole summer with him since your parents had gone to help with a movie and they didn’t want to drag you with making you spend a summer away from friends so they left you with the Gyllenhaals.

*Flashback (reader is 16 and Jake is 26)* 

Your parents had to go out of the states for a movie they were helping to produce, you had to stay with the gyllenhaals the entire summer, it was exciting. It would had been a boring summer but Jake was home and was able to take you places, you guys went to movies, to the beach. Every Sunday night you guys would unwind with a movie at home. It was your favorite summer by far. That was the summer you started to fall for Jake. 

*present*

“Stupid” you thought thinking back to that summer. You remembered those stories you would write based on the adventures you guys went on. It helped you to develop your writing style, Jake would read the stories and help you correct certain things, improving your story. You continued to look through the box coming across the flowers you kept from prom, they were all dried up but still in tact. 

*Flashback (reader is about 17 and jake is about 27)* 

You felt your heart sink when your date didn’t show up. You sat there on the steps outside your house when you heard a familiar voice. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing on the steps crying?” you looked up to see Jake standing in front of you. “He didn’t show up...” You said wiping your tears away. “What a jerk.” Jake said sitting down next to you wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him. You rested your head on his shoulder. You two sat there for a while in silence “It is what it is.” you said shifting to stand up. “What time does prom end?” “Not for another hour or so...” you said looking at him confused. “Come on.” Jake said grabbing your hand and headed to his house. You waited while he ran upstairs, it didn’t take long before he came back down dressed in one of his suits. “Shall we?” He asked. 

*Present*

You smiled remembering how everyone looked at you and Jake when you showed up at prom with him. They guy that was suppose to take you was dancing with your best friend. usually you would had ran away crying but Jake held you closer, a slow song started right as you walked in, Jake lead you to the dance floor, pulling you in close he placed his hands on your hips swaying back and forth, you looked around, you could feel yourself shaking because everyone's eyes were on you “Hey...” Jake said placing a hand on your chin to turn your face towards him. “I got you, just look at me.” Jake said. You felt yourself relax, resting your head on him as you dancing to the song. That following summer you and Jake had spent the entire summer together, traveling to his sets, late night just talking about anything and everything, you could feel yourself really starting to like Jake and you thought he felt the same way. Shaking your head and pushing those thoughts away you continued to look through the box. The last thing that you pulled out was a college letter. 

*flashback (reader is 18 and jake is 28)*

“Come on honey, open the letter.” your mom encouraged. “He should be here by now.” you said looking out of the window. “Sweetie, you know that he is busy filming. you can text him to let him know whether or not you got in.” your dad said. you checked your phone to see if he had texted you, nothing. you had no choice but to open the letter. Reading the first line you let out a scream of excitement “You got in?” your parents asked. “I got in!” you yelled hugging them. You were going to NYU for college to pursue your writing career. Jake had promised to come home so he could be there when you opened the letter but he hadn’t even texted you. When it was finally time for you to move into college he was nowhere to be found, you hadn’t heard from him all summer but you saw that he was out and about with is girlfriend, you could feel your heart shatter. This was both of your dreams, for you to get into NYU and you would live with him at his place in New York that way your parents didn’t have to worry about housing and whether or not you would be safe, it was a bulletproof plan. Jake was still living in New York, living his dream, just not the one that you dreamt of together.

*present*

You placed everything back into the box and pushed it back under the bed. You finally decided that it was time to get ready for dinner. You had showered and in the midst of doing your hair when your mom walked in “Hey honey, the Gyllenhaals had just texted and said that Jake was home, this is going to be so much fun.” you mom said excitedly. “Yay!” you pretended to be excited. You were mad at him still, he basically left you the summer you graduated college, he had stopped coming home and hardly texted you, he seemed to be too busy with those girls he was dating and all the movies he was promoting and filming. You finished doing your hair and makeup before heading downstairs. You put on a maroon dress accompanied by a plaid scarf, grabbing your knee high boots you headed down the stairs to meet up with your parents. The Gyllenhaals lived a few houses down so you all just walked. Your mom knocked on the door. Jake had opened the door. “Hey guys, come in!” Jake said excitedly. your parents walked in first and you followed behind. You could feel eyes on you, turning around you saw Jake starting at you. 

“You’ve grown.” Jake said walking up to you. “That’s what happens in life Jake.” you said before walking away. Both families were talking to one another before sitting down for dinner. You could feel Jakes eyes on your the entire time you were there. “So y/n, no boyfriend.” Jake asked,  “Actually, y/n is engaged. The wedding is in a few months.” Your mom said before grabbing your hand to show off your ring. “He is an editor.” you dad chimed in. “Jake, did we forget to tell you? It’s going to be the... 18th of January. You’ll be attending, right?”Jake’s mom asked. “I think I’m going to be out of state.” Jake  mumbled. Your parents continued talking about the wedding but you found yourself looking at Jake. His whole demeanor changed. He was now tense hardly making any eye contact with you. You and Jake had been asked to clear the table wash up some of the dishes. Jake dried while you washed. It was just like old times when both of you were younger. “How’ve you been.” you asked Jake. “Well.” Jake responded not looking at you. You continued to wash while Jake dried in silence. 

You knew Jake all to well to know that he was mad. “What’s your issue?” You asked turning off the water. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jake said as he continued to dry the dish in his hand. “Bullshit Jake...” you said grabbing the towel out of his hands. “What the hell y/n?” Jake said looking at you. “I come in and you couldn’t stop looking at me and then my parents bring up me being engaged and you completely changed. Why?” you asked. “ I don’t know what you are talking about y/n, now can we get back to cleaning up?” Jake asked. “are you mad?” You asked looking at him. “No.” Jake said “you totally are... Oh this is great, you are mad because I’m engaged aren’t you jake?” you asked looking at him. “I AM NOT MAD!” Jake said raising his voice. “You totally are... but you have no reason to be, and you want to know why Jake?” you said, Jake raised his eyebrows at you. “I should be the one to be mad at you.” “And why is is that?” Jake asked now surprised. “Because you left me!” you yelled not caring who heard. Jake looked taken back, he  motioned you to be quiet before quickly grabbing your wrist and leading you upstairs to his childhood  bedroom, the twin size bed still sitting where you remembered it was. “Don’t touch me.” you said pulling your wrist away from Jake “What are you talking about, I left you!” Jake yelled. “Oh please, you did what you always do, you ran because you were scared Jake!” You yelled back. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jake said looking down at the ground. “That’s why you still aren’t married Jake, you leave right before it gets too far. You get close and then you just...” you quieted down. “I what?” Jake yelled. “...leave.” You said fuming. “You don’t know anything y/n, you don’t know how I felt...” He said looking at you. “I don’t know anything? Then why don’t you fill me in Jake?” you asked even more mad than you were seconds ago. Jake stayed silent. “Let me tell you what i do know Jake... I knew how I felt when we would drive up state, singing in the car, not caring what we sounded like to those around us, I knew how i felt when your mom pulled out the photo albums showing me pictures of you when you were a child on the tee ball team. I remember you getting all embarrassed because of your thick glasses you were wearing in those pictures. you thought you looked goofy but i thought you looked cute.” you said looking at him, you could feel yourself getting all choked up thinking about the past. 

“I.. I remember how i felt dancing with you in the refrigerator light that night I applied for NYU, I was scared about the future, you told me about your past, i thought you were going to be my future, but now that’s long gone Jake.” you said pausing to see his facial expression. “maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much, maybe i thought we were more than what we wer. And so what it is wasn’t right? what we had was rare. And then you come back just to break me like that promise...” you said stopping yourself before you started crying. “Promise? What promise?” Jake asked looking at you.

“Of course you wouldn’t remember, why would you Jake, you know i thought that this feeling would pass as time went on but it was like i was paralyzed by it. I’m trying to get back to being the old me but, I just can’t. Not with seeing you everywhere and anywhere...” Jake cut you off. “College... living together... Y/n, I am so sorry...” Jake began as if he just remember the dream you both had but it was your turn to cut him off, “No Jake, you don’t get to apologize, not after all these years. You ran away...” you started “Because I loved you!” Jake blurted out. you were taken back, at a loss for words, Jake and you both just looked at eachother, for a few seconds the room was silent. “Loved? Jake...” you were still looking for those words when Jake spoke “Love...” Jake said. All of the sudden you weren’t feeling so well, you walked over to the bed sitting on it with your head in your hands. “Y/n, I didn’t know how to tell you back then, you were so young, what 18? For christ sake I was 28, i use to babysit you when you were younger y/n, now tell me that doesn’t sound creepy.” Jake said sitting next to you.

“But you dated all those other girls and  now are in a tizzy because I am engaged.” you said. “Because I was trying to get over you! You don’t know how hard it was for me y/n.” Jake started  “I love you y/n, and I know that you love me, still, you said that that feelings not there but I know they are... ” Jake said taking you by your hand. “Jake, I.....I’m engaged.” you said. “But I know that you aren’t happy.” Jake said. “If you really love me Jake, you would be happy for me, not here trying to make me feel bad about being happy...If I mean that much to you, then come to the wedding.” You said getting up and walking out.

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It has been a few weeks later and you found yourself sitting in your apartment.   The excitement of the holidays were long over and you were back home.You kept replaying the words that Jake said. “I love you y/n, and i know that you love me, still...” Did you still love him? who were you kidding, of course you did. You never stopping loving him. You glanced down at your finger, the shiny ring reflecting up at you. It was only a few weeks until the wedding. 

“But I know that you aren’t happy...” you replayed in your head. You knew that you weren’t truly happy either. You loved your fiance but you weren’t in love with him, he was just someone that you thought would help you get over your feelings for Jake. It turns out that you were still  in love with Jake, even after all these years. You thought making all these different decisions for your wedding was the hardest thing you had to do. Looking past your dress and out the window you saw the beautiful city lights that you had dreamed of as a kid. You were right where you wanted to be, the city, the job, the relationship, just not the guy you dreamt of it being with. You knew that you couldn’t leave your fiance for Jake. 

All those things that Jake had said to you over the holiday made you feel like you had those butterflies fluttering in your tummy, for Christ sake, he told you he loved you, but you weren’t sure that you could trust him. What if the going got tough? would he run away scared? There was only one thing left to do... go through with the wedding, both of your families were flying across the states just to see you guys. 

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It was finally your wedding day, you had just gotten your bridesmaids pictures done, it was them helping you put on your dress, there were a few pictures of your dad seeing you all dressed up. Everything was going according to plan, it was almost perfect, except for one thing....Jake. You found yourself hoping and praying that he was going to be sitting in the church when you got there. You wanted to see him one last time, you needed to see him before you say I do. There was a slight knock on your door, you could feel your heart skip a beat, Jake? you thought. Hearing your maid of honor telling the person that they would give you the note you felt yourself getting nervous. 

“It’s from your soon to be husband.” you maid of honor said. You thanked her and took the note, looking at you confused “Aren’t you going to open it?” She asked. “Oh, um yeah... why don’t you guys start heading down to the lobby, I’ll read it and then head down.” you said acting like you were going to open the note. “Alright, come one girls...” your friend said. Once you were alone in your room you could feel yourself starting to get nervous. You knew that it wasn’t right going through with the wedding when the only man you could think of is Jake. You headed out the door, leaving the note on the bed unread. 

Meeting the girls in the lobby they could tell that something was wrong. “Nervous?” they asked. “Just a little.” you said. “well the limo is here and they said that the guests are being seated now at the church, waiting for your arrival.” “Let’s do this.” you said heading out the hotel doors and  into the limo. 

As the church came into sight you could feel your body shaking. “Hey... It’s going to be alright y/n...” your best friend said. “I know.” you replied half heartedly. You and your bridal team took their places at the door lining up in order of how they would stand at the altar. One by one they disappeared through the doors and down the aisle. You felt yourself wanting to run, run away from all of this. If you just wouldn’t had seen Jake at Thanksgiving everything would had been fine. Glancing down at the flowers in your hand your eyes caught the shine of your ring. 

You could hear the music beginning to play signaling you to walk through the doors, usually it would be any girls favorite song to hear on their wedding day but to you it sounds like a death march. “Are you ready miss?” the man at the door asked. “Yeah, i’m ready.” You said as they opened the door to reveal your fiance at the end of the aisle. You walked to your dad grabbing his arm. “Are you sure you want to do this, we can turn around right now and go home...” your dad said. “I’m sure.” you said continuing to walk down the aisle, that was until you saw Jake sitting in the middle of the church. You could feel yourself slow down even more looking at him, he was looking back at you, smile on his face but the look of don’t do this in his eyes. You were finally at the altar, you were so focused on Jake that you didn’t even hear anyone talking, you felt your dad whisper in your ear “Go to him.” those words snapped you out of your thoughts. 

Looking at your dad confused he was looking back at Jake. You shook your head and headed up their stairs to meet your fiance, grabbing his hands. When it was time for your vowels you couldn’t remember what you had written, trying to recall from memory. Your fiance laughed telling you that it was okay, that it was an emotional day. Your fiance said his vowels without any issues. You hardly heard them. The only thing that you heard was the gasps, bringing you back to reality. Looking at the crowd you saw Jake standing there in the middle of the aisle you had walked down. 

“Sorry, I’m so sorry everyone, I’m not usually someone who objects. But, I just couldn’t sit there when there are so many things that I have yet to say to y/n. You had refused to look at Jake, continuing to look at your fiance. “Y/n... Please.” You could hear the pain in his voice. You turned to give Jake your full attention only hoping this whole thing would soon be over. Jake and walked closer to the altar, standing at the bottom of the steps looking straight at you, as if only talking to you with no one else around. 

“I know that I said a lot of stupid things that last night we saw each other...” of course you did you thought. “But I really meant what I said.... I love you.” Which caused you to laugh. “Listen, I was young and dumb, I didn’t think that it would be okay for me to date someone who is 10 years younger than me, I thought our parents would be displeased, that the media would change me into this monster that I wasn’t, but I was selfish and only thinking about myself. So yes, I moved, I had girlfriends, but the truth is I was just trying to get over you, and I honestly thought i had. When I saw you at Thanksgiving, all those feelings came back, and when I heard that you were engaged, I was furious, not at you but at myself for not being able to tell you all the things I remember all too well. I thought that I had missed my chance...” Jake stopped looking at you for any sign, any sign at all.

“Is that all?” your fiance had asked looking at him, you felt your fiance trying to turn you back around to get on with the ceremony. “ “Do you remember the time we were driving and I almost ran the red?” Jake asked. “Oh come on.” your fiance said looking at you. You had let go of your fiance’s hands and walked down a few steps to get closer to Jake to listen to him. You wanted to hear what he had to say since he recalled one of the most scariest moments between the two of you. “I almost ran the red because i was looking at you, watching the wind blow through your hair.” Jake said. “I screamed, and you apologized the rest of the ride, asking if I wanted to drive the rest of the way.” You recalled. “Because I couldn’t imagine life without. Do you remember how the leaves looked, they were so pretty...”   Jake stated. “They were just starting to turn.” you smiled remembering.  “I remember you coming over to my place the night that we found out that you got into NYU, how we danced in the refrigerator light. How the light looked glistening off of your skin. I remember that scarf you left at my sisters house that one Thanksgiving when you were much younger, how you were so upset because that was the last scarf at the store and you had gotten such a good deal on it... I still have it.” Jake said smiling “After all these years?  You found it?” You asked. “It’s in one of my draws.  I told you, I remember all too well.” Jake finished. You could feel yourself starting to tear up, he really did mean it, that he loves  you. “But you ran...” you said “Because I was scared... but i’m not scared anymore.” He said looking you in the eyes. “Um, not to be mean but, we are kind of in the middle of getting married, come on y/n.” your fiance said behind you. “Please.” Jake mouthed. “I....I...  I can’t” You said walking down the steps and out the doors. 

You were sitting in your bridal room, packing up your stuff. Your ex fiance had come down asking you to come back, there was no such luck for him, except he had gotten the ring that has been haunting you for months. Your bridal shower has come down to your room, they didn’t dare ask you to come back, instead they understood and said that they would go and pack their things. Your mom had come and asked if you were okay, you cried on her shoulder. “Honey, your father and I knew this was going to happen....” you looked at her. “That Jake would interject?” you asked sitting back. “No, that you two would be together. I know that you liked.... ryan.... jack.... whatever his name was, but there was always something between you and Jake. Don’t worry about the wedding, you are still young, there can always be another.” Your mom said patting you on the shoulder before leaving you all alone. 

The was a light knock. “Come in.” you said not getting up from the bed, you have been sitting there since you talked to your mom. Jake walked in, not saying anything but just taking in your state of appearance. He didn’t say anything but just sat beside you. “Did you really mean all those things that you have said?” you asked not daring to look at him. “That I love you... yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I am so sorry  I left you.” before you knew what you were doing you felt your lips on his. It was a quick peck, taking both of you by surprise. “Sorry...” You said. “Not as sorry as  I am for this.” Jake said before crashing his lips on yours again, you could feel his hand cupping your cheek. You both pulled away but not before Jake grabbed your hands in his. Looking down he saw that there was no ring. 

“He wanted me to come back and finish the ceremony.... I gave the ring back. Clearly he wasn’t the type of man I thought he was. He was rather rude to you.” You said. “Well I don’t think any guy would appreciate a random guy crashing his wedding and confessing his love to the person he was going to marry.” Jake said laughing. “I love you Jake, I never stopped.” You said trying to change the subject. “I know you do. And even though I might had dated those other actresses who were wonderful people. They could never compare to you.” Jake said. 

“You know. My dad told me to go to you...” You said laughing “What?” He asked looking a little confused. “My dad, before I walked up the stairs he told me to go to you.” You said. “wow, you know your dad said the same thing when I walked into the church, he said go to her.” Jake said looking at you with a smile. Just then you heard another knock on the door. “Come on in.” you hollard. “Hey honey, your mother said that...” you dad stopped short looking at the situation in front of him. Jake sitting on your bed, you still in your wedding dress with the makeup smeared down your face. “Finally.” your dad said before walking back out of the room.  

You and Jake both started laughing. “Alright.... But in all seriousness, Jake if this is going to work between us, you have to promise me something.” you said looking at him. “What’s that?” “No more running scared. If the going gets tough. you stay and we talk it through.” you said. “deal. But that goes for you too.” He said. “Deal.” You felt Jake place a kiss on your cheek before getting up. “Where are you going?” you asked. “I thought you might want to get changed, and I was hoping we could go and get some food.” Jake stated. “Oh Jake, how you win over my heart day after day.” you said laughing.”Haha funny, see you in... five?” He asked. “Of course.”

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*3 years later*

You woke up grabbing the robe and wrapping it around you and walking out onto the deck. You watched as the sun appeared above the mountains.  “Sleep well?” A man asked. “Like a baby since I was sleeping next to you.” You said placing a kiss on the man’s head. you sat down next to him, looking over and smiling. “It looks good on you.” He said taking your hand, the both of you looked down at the two rings shining bright from the sun. “I could say the same thing about yours.” You said gesturing to his hand. “Do we really have to leave this beautiful place?” you asked changing the subject. “Not if you don’t want to, our honeymoon could last a lifetime.” Jake said looking at you. “as long as we are together.” you finished.   

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal imagines #cute #thoughts?

[so-langdon]

Safe Word - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N uses her safe word for the first time when it becomes too much with Duncan.

Warnings: Angst, dom! Duncan, swearing, spanking, hair-pulling, object use (hand cuffs, blindfolds, riding crop/whip), dirty talk, oral (female receiving), light edging, some fluff

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme 

A/N: Thank you to @ccodyfern for helping me come up with a proper “safe word” that suits well with Duncan! <3

The weather outside was gloomy and dreary, making the night sky seem darker than it actually was. It had been raining off and on all week, but still had been cloudy the entire time. Usually cloudy weather was Y/N’s favorite. It made her feel relaxed and content, wanting to just snuggle in bed and curl up with a good book or watch some Netflix. But this week had been particularly difficult.

Really though, she just wanted the work week to end so she could have two off days of peace with her boyfriend, Duncan Shepherd. Without even trying, he always made her feel better and made her forget about her stressful, crazy week and whatever annoying antics she was currently dealing with at work.

Things between them only got better after the moment they first got together. They were on a never ending ride that only went up, the two growing closer together and being each other’s favorite person and safe havens. They found a comfort and love in each other that they never found or got from anyone else. 

The connection they had was inspiring to anyone who witnessed the two. You’d see them just sitting beside one another and know they were in love and meant to be. 

They could talk about any and everything, having endless conversations with plenty of laughter and smiles. During harder times, they were each other’s confidant’s, actively listening and being there while the other person vented to them, unafraid to show their true emotions and feelings. Their relationship had a strong foundation built on loyalty, trust, respect and communication.

Their strong connection also led to them having an intimate life that was very colorful. It didn’t matter what kind of intimacy they were having together, they were loving and enjoying every moment of it. 

From making out on the couch during a movie, or rough sex on the kitchen counter before Sunday brunch with one of their families. They were never bored, never unsatisfied. From vanilla sex, to quickies, to hard and fast, to soft and gentle, they loved any and all of it. It was due to the fact that they were immensely in love with each other of course, always feeling complete with one another, but it was also due to how well they communicated. “Communication is key” they always say when their friends ask how they have such a great relationship. 

As Y/N waits for a traffic light to turn green, she lays her head back against the car seat and sighs out. It had been such a long week and she just wanted to hurry and see Duncan. The impatience in her was overbearing. 

Duncan knew of the week she had been having as they had talked on the phone about it the night before. Duncan listened to her as she ranted about the people at her work and all the upcoming demanding projects that she wasn’t ready to deal with yet. After letting Y/N vent and let off some steam, Duncan told her that after work the next day he would have some surprises for her to help her get rid of some stress and tension she had been feeling.

She perked up, knowing that any of Duncan’s surprises could range from a sweet dinner, to a sensual massage or fun sex. Whatever it was, she was excited for it and it was the only thing that was getting her through the last day.  

Duncan had been texting her throughout the day too, leaving sweet texts for her to read to get her excited for the upcoming night. From texts such as, “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” and “I miss you, I can’t wait to see you,” to “Tonight will be all about you, baby.” The day couldn’t end soon enough. 

One of the last texts she got from Duncan was, “Don’t be late,” which didn’t mean anything in particular to Y/N. She didn’t think anything of it, thinking the text was just him whining about her hurrying up, which made her laugh a bit as she thought about him complaining to her about being on time.

Y/N stepped up the stairs that led to Duncan’s front door a little too quickly as she wasn’t just excited about whatever Duncan had planned, but to see him in general and have him hug her and make her forget the week with his warm hold. Getting the key to his place out of her purse, she unlocked it in one swift motion and stepped inside. 

“Duncan?” She called as she shut and locked the door behind her. She put the key away and set her purse aside on the in-table by the door. “I’m here,” she draws out, stepping further into his house. “Duncan?” She calls again and walks around. 

She passes by the kitchen and his office, looking around for him. It’s unusual for Duncan to not already be waiting for her in the living room. He was always there to greet her with a smile and kiss. But she figures he’s probably in his bedroom waiting for her, so she keeps walking down the hall. 

Stepping into his room, the lights are already on, bed made neatly but still with no sign of Duncan. She narrows her eyes a bit, wondering where he could be. But she turns around when she hears his footsteps approaching, along with his voice ringing through.

“Where have you been,” Duncan’s voice questions impassively, coming from around the corner as he walks into the room a second later. “You’re late.” “Hi to you too,” she smiles a bit. “It’s only been like half an hour,” she shrugs. “I had a few things to get done before I left, and then traffic was awful. You know how it is, especially on Friday evenings,” she explains. Duncan walks over to her, Y/N stepping a few forwards to meet him, expecting him to pull her into a hug and kiss her. But instead he grabs the sides of her arms, swiftly turning her and stepping her back until hitting the wall to the side of them and holds her in place.  Y/N’s eyes widen a bit, confused for a second over Duncan’s actions. “What are you doing,” she asks. “I told you not to be late,” Duncan starts, voice low and annoyed. “And you have the audacity to blame it on your work and traffic?” He glares at her. Y/N raises her eyes, trying not to grin. She always loved when Duncan was dominant and rough like this. So she knew this is what the surprise was going to entail now. “Um, yes?” “‘Um, yes,’ really?” He furrows his eyes. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?” “Sorry Mr. Shepherd,” she purrs, mocking the situation and grins, unable to hide it any longer.  Duncan grabs a fistful of her hair, gripping tightly, causing Y/N to yelp a bit and gasp, looking up at him intently, her heart beating with excitement. “Are you mocking me?” Y/N doesn’t say anything as she looks at him.  “I gave you a very simple task, and you completely fucked it up,” Duncan lets go of her hair. “I don’t care if it was thirty seconds, or thirty minutes. You were late,” he hisses. “If you were on time, like I told you to be, you would have been rewarded. I know how hard this week has been for you,” Duncan starts, his harsh tone shifting, trailing the back of his fingers against her cheek gently, making her bite her lip. “I was ready to pamper you with everything you wanted,” his tone suddenly softens. “Your favorite meal, a bubble bath, chocolate covered strawberries --  anything you wanted,” he spoke gently. Duncan’s hands trail from her cheek, down to her neck, fluttering over her exposed skin. 

Y/N swallows, his touch giving her butterflies like always, his dominant demeanor arousing her more quickly than she’d like to admit. When Duncan was rough, pulled her hair or spanked her or fucked her hard and fast, it was a different type of bliss for her compared to their gentle and sweet love-making, though she was always satisfied with both.

“I would have cherished every part of your body,” Duncan continued, trailing his hand down to her collarbones, his other hand raising to meet with the other. Both hands trail slowly down the front of her body, hands fluttering so gently, so softly over her breasts, teasing her agonizingly as she just wants his hands on her bare skin everywhere. “Would have touched you everywhere you wanted me to,” Duncan says, hands trailing down to her hips. They continue until a hand cups her heat through her clothes, causing a hitch to leave Y/N’s mouth as he palms her. “I would have made you feel so, so good, baby,” Duncan whispers, smirking, rubbing his hand against her teasingly.

Y/N whines a bit, bucking her hips forward to create some friction with Duncan’s hand against her.  “But, you were late. So you don’t get that.” He takes his hand away, causing Y/N to pout and internally groan. “Instead,” he leans in, “You’ll be punished.” Y/N narrows her eyes, letting out a deep breath from Duncan barely doing anything yet.  Duncan smiles almost mockingly. “Get undressed and lay on the bed.” He steps away, and heads for the door. Y/N looks at him walking away, wondering what he’s up to, not even able to move her feet at the moment over how Duncan just had her captivated where she stood. Duncan stops at the door, grabbing the door frame and turns his head back. “Don’t make me tell you twice,” he states huskily, blue eyes burning back at her. His tone and look causes Y/N’s stomach to jump and she nods. Duncan grins smugly, and then disappears down the hall.

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Once Y/N is completely naked, her clothes discarded, she takes a deep breath to keep herself calm from the suspense, her body being overcome with excitement for what’s to come. They’d never done something like this, the whole role-play of “rewards” and “punishments.” The reward seemed enticing, but she couldn’t help the curious anticipation she had for this “punishment.” They’d talked about it before, saying the whole “rewards” and “punishments” would be fun play in the bedroom. They just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. She was glad they were now. 

She lays back on the center of the bed, against the pillows, knees slightly bent while waiting for Duncan as he said. Her mind starts to wonder with what he could be doing. Maybe getting them drinks, a fun toy, or the strawberries he mentioned earlier. The possibilities were endless at the moment, and she was growing more impatient as time went on. She wanted Duncan to hurry up so she could find out what was going to happen. In every way possible, she needed him after the week she’d had.

Finally, when Duncan does come back into the room, he’s dressed in only his black boxer briefs, holding a few things in his hand, lust written all over his face.

Y/N squeezes her thighs together when seeing him, seeing how he carries himself with a dominant stance, full of confidence and control. She admired his body, broad at the shoulders with a fit physique, brunette hair tussled back. Just looking at him come into the room like this was already sending a flood of warmth into her core and he wasn’t even doing anything.

Her eyes drift down to see what he has in his hands, noticing a blue fabric and two pairs of hand-cuffs. 

Duncan sets the items on the nightstand, and walks to the foot of the bed after, Y/N sitting up with her elbows. Duncan kneels onto the bed, crawling up to her body and to her face. She lays back as he does, looking up at him. 

“You managed to listen to me this time, didn’t you,” Duncan grins, leaning in. 

Y/N nods, raising her head to meet his lips and kiss him. They hadn’t kissed or hugged at all since she got home and all of this started. It wasn’t an issue what they were doing, but she was still missing the feel of his mouth on her. 

Duncan’s lips brush over hers, some of the stubble on his face tickling against her skin. Y/N keeps reaching up towards him, wanting so desperately to feel the touch of his smooth, plump lips on hers. But she rests back when Duncan leans back, pushing himself up with his hands. “You might have listened this time, but you were still late. You don’t get rewarded for anything now.”

Y/N pouts as Duncan gets off the bed and stands at the nightstand beside. Y/N pushes herself to sit up with her hands, looking over him. “So you’re not going to kiss me at all tonight because I was a little late?”

“Lay back,” he tells her, ignoring her question as he picks up a pair of hand cuffs. 

Y/N rolls her eyes but grins, laying back against the pillows again, knowing the game he’s playing. Her eyes stay focused on Duncan, watching his every move, watching as his eyes can’t help but trail over her exposed body greedily. He always made her feel so sexy and beautiful with the way he looked at her with hunger, devouring her body with his eyes.

He reaches a hand out towards her. “Give me your wrist,” he commands. Y/N raises her hand without complaint, Duncan grabbing her. Though Duncan was often dominant, and could be rough or behave “angry” like he was tonight, his touch was still always soft with her, especially as he grabbed her wrist now.  Duncan cuffs her wrist, tightening the hold just enough and then cuffing the bed post with the other side of the cuffs. Y/N pulls on it, testing it, realizing that they’re real handcuffs, not the fake, playful magic one’s. “Good?” Duncan asks. Y/N nods, “Yes. It’s not too tight.” He reaches for her wrist again, and then tightens the cuff more, the metal straining lightly against her skin. “They alright now?” He asks again, smirking. Y/N stares at him, shocked from him tightening the cuffs more on her. “Pretty tight.” “Good,” Duncan smiles smugly and walks away.

The tightness of the cuff was a bit discomforting, but it also aroused her. She didn’t mind a little pain here and there. Duncan had edged and denied her orgasms, spanked her, tied her up with rope, used toys and even had some candle play once. They were always open-minded and experimental, always trying anything once, so a little pain didn’t scare Y/N. It turned her on more than anything else, as long as it didn’t go past her limits, which is why they always talked about these things beforehand. 

Duncan walks to the other side of the bed, putting his hand out for her other wrist. Repeating the same actions as before, he cuffs her, cuffing the bedpost with the other side of it and makes sure the cuff is tight on her. 

“So what now,” Y/N asks, leaning back against the pillows. “You lay there patiently, that’s what,” Duncan states as he walks to the front of the bed. Y/N looks at him, waiting as patiently as she can for his next move. He kneels onto the bed, crawling up and grinning at her. He uses his knee to nudge her legs apart, hands grabbing at her knees to spread her further in front of him, making Y/N whine a bit at the anticipation. With an obvious smirk rested on his face, he rests his body between her legs, lowering his face between her thighs.

Watching Duncan lick his lips and eye her entire body down to her most vulnerable parts had Y/N’s stomach turning and twisting with an impatient excitement, Y/N pulling on the cuffs a bit.

Duncan leans down, kissing softly at her left inner thigh, the touch soft but teasing. He kisses upward slowly, planting a series of kisses toward her heat. But turns his head away just before reaching her center. Duncan repeats his movements on her other thigh, wanting to work her up, wanting to make her wait for the real pleasure. Y/N breathes out, feeling the contrast of his stubble against her soft skin, his lips brushing tenderly against her, taunting her as he kisses up just until her core and stops again.

As Duncan kisses up to where she really wants him, he skips over, kissing above, and upward to her navel. Y/N groans quietly, laying her head back against the pillows from the teasing and basic torture from Duncan. 

When Duncan is kneeled over her body fully, head above hers, he grins down at her. “Everything alright?” “Yeah,” she mutters, somewhat pouting. “Something bothering you, baby,” Duncan hums, leaning his head down and into the crook of her neck, kissing against her skin. Y/N closes her eyes, turning her head to the side to give Duncan more room to kiss against her.  “I hate when you tease me,” Y/N says, or rather lies, since they both know she actually likes it. But denying it was all a part of the game.  “Do you?” Duncan hums against her, his hand trailing down the side of her bare body. Y/N squirms a bit, wanting to feel more of his touch on her, wanting to touch him back. 

Duncan keeps trailing his hand down, fingers following one after the other until caressing the side of her ass and bringing them up towards her heat. He slicks two of his fingers against her, making Y/N moan quietly, coating his fingers with her wetness, feeling how aroused she is for him already. “Sure doesn’t feel like you hate it,” he smirks, lifting his head up to look at her as his fingers continue to graze her and then lightly circle over her clit. “Oh, Duncan, please,” Y/N moans, looking at him desperately.  “You need to learn to be patient, love,” he grins and removes his hand, gaining a frustration sigh from Y/N. “Lift your head,” Duncan says, straddling his knees on either side of her and reaching over to the nightstand. “Why,” Y/N asks, eyeing his hands as Duncan grabs the blue fabric from the nightstand. “You’ll see,” he says, reaching over when she lifts her head. Bringing the fabric up, Y/N realizes he’s going to blindfold her. “You’re going to shield my vision away from you too?” She asks. “That’s not fair,” she mutters. “Nor was it when you were late when I told you not to be.” “You’re so dramatic,” Y/N states as the fabric covers her eyes, Duncan tying it around her head tightly but comfortably.  “See anything,” Duncan’s voice asks. “No,” Y/N mumbles. “Perfect,” he replies, Duncan moving off of her and getting off the bed.

Y/N leans her head back again, not seeing any light or anything through the silky, dark material. Laying back against the pillows, with her wrists cuffed, eyes covered, and body laid out in full display, she feels the suspense pulsing through her, getting her worked up just from waiting. She can hear Duncan shuffling around in the room, wondering what he’s doing, hoping she’ll be finding out very soon.

She feels Duncan get back on the bed when there’s a dip beside her. She feels Duncan moving to situate himself between her bent legs again like earlier. Y/N breathes out, leaning her head back further as she feels him against her, kissing along her body, starting at just below her navel. Duncan’s lips travel downward, the touch of him against her feeling more sensitive with her vision blocked.

She feels Duncan’s hot breath fan over her heat as he lowers down to where she really wants him, Y/N bucking her hips a bit to get Duncan to touch her already. But Duncan was playing hard to get. He hums, no doubt a smirk residing on his face as he began kissing her core, around everywhere but her clit. Everywhere else was just a tease, taunting her, wanting to overwhelm her with the feelings she so desperately wanted to feel. 

“Duncan,” Y/N whines out. “Don’t tease me, please.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he hums against her inner thigh and kissing over her clit feather-like, with just enough touch for her to feel. She jerks lightly, the sensitivity being higher since she’s blindfolded and can feel everything more with one of her senses blinded. “I’m just giving you what you deserve,” he kisses her again, causing Y/N to groan and to rut her lower body up to try and cause more friction. “To teach you to not be late again.” Leaning in he does kiss against her clit with more pressure this time, probing his tongue out and licking a slow lick over her.

“Duncan,” she whines more. “This isn’t fair.” “Whine all you want, but you deserve this.” “If I knew you would be this much of a--” Y/N halts when Duncan lowers his head further, enclosing his lips over her clit and sucking, promptly shutting her up. She gasps out, a soft whimper following. 

Duncan sucks on her clit carefully, flicking his tongue against her after, licking through her folds and up to her clit again.

Y/N pulls on the handcuffs, wishing she could grab his hair or the bed sheets or something, anything at all. The fact that she can’t see what he’s doing, can’t touch him, and can’t really move her body, it makes her legs start to tremble around his head, the sensations overwhelming her. It’s the lack of control that causes her to squirm, and to make her more wet. 

“More Duncan, please,” Y/N moans out.

Duncan brings a hand up, pushing two fingers into her slick entrance, Y/N moaning out contently and with relief at the feeling. Duncan keeps his focus on her clit, sucking and lapping at the bud while he begins to push his two fingers inside of her, curling and pumping them in a consistent pattern. 

Y/N tries to rut her hips forward, wanting to match his movements, feeling a deep coil already building inside of her as her breathing becomes more shallow. Her back arches when Duncan begins to suck fervently at her clit. “Oh, God,” Y/N moans, pulling on her cuffs again. 

With Duncan’s lips enclosed around her and his fingers pumping and curling, the buildup inside of her keeps growing more and more. Her breathing becomes more shallow, her legs starting to shake harder, her stomach contracting deep inside. 

Duncan knows her body well enough that he knows when she’s close, and he knew she was on the edge now. That’s why Duncan stops, removing his lips and fingers and sitting up between her legs. 

Y/N lifts her head to look at Duncan even though she’s blind-folded. “What, no, Duncan?” She pouts breathlessly. “Why’d you stop?” “I told you. You’re going to be punished tonight. No rewards for you,” Duncan says, tone cocky.  Y/N groans, laying her head back and pulling on the cuffs. “I’m sorry I was late, okay, I didn’t mean to be. It wasn’t too late, please Duncan.” “No excuses,” Duncan states, crawling up, lips kissing up her body. Kissing achingly slow along her skin again, kissing to the middle of her waist, up between the valley of her breasts, one hand grasping a breast gently, Duncan grazing his lips over her other.  Y/N whimpers. “Duncan,” she whines.

Duncan kitten licks over her nipple a few times before wrapping his lips over the sensitive area and sucking, sending pleasured tingles through her body while his other hand’s fingers graze over her other nipple.  “Duncan, please,” she sighs, pulling on one of her cuffs harshly.  “Fuck, you’re so fucking needy,” Duncan stops, his tone more harsh. “So greedy for more. For more of my touch, more of my tongue,” he says, his tone arousing Y/N more. “I wouldn’t have to be needy if you’d fucking hurry up and fuck me instead of playing some kind of teasing game with me,” she retorted.

It’s quiet. Duncan not saying anything or moving. Y/N can’t see what he’s doing, can’t see his expression, can’t figure out anything as the silence fills the room. Y/N swallows, mind racing as the silence continues on. But then Duncan gets off the bed again, and causing Y/N confusion.  “What are you doing?” Y/N asks.

Duncan doesn’t say anything still. Only a few footsteps are heard. Y/N’s left wrist suddenly drops, her wrist freeing from the cuff. She turns her head when feeling her hand drop. Her other wrist drops a moment later, causing her head to turn to the other side. Her hands clasp together as she rubs over her wrists one at a time to soothe her skin, feeling the small indents of the cuffs as they had pressed into her.

“Turn over,” Duncan demands in the next moment. “What’s going on,” she asks as she sits up, reaching for the fabric around her eyes. “Don’t remove the blindfold.” Y/N stops, looking in the direction of Duncan’s voice. “And turn over. On your hands and knees like I fucking said,” he hisses.

Y/N bites her lip and turns over as he said, standing on her hands and knees. She grins a bit to herself then, knowing her comment riled him up to get more angry. Y/N knew Duncan took pride in his teasing, but she didn’t want to wait a second longer for him. So she figured her comment would give him that push. 

A harsh slap against Y/N’s ass follows in the next minute, causing her to yelp out but more from the shock of it and catching her by surprise. Duncan grips her hips suddenly, aligning her with his body as he kneels behind her. 

“You deserve to be punished because you were late. But I was going to take it easy on you since it’s the first time you fucked up. But guess that was my mistake.” “Your mistake?” Y/N laughs a bit. “What happened to the Duncan Shepherd that never made mistakes,” she taunts.  Duncan slaps her ass again, Y/N groaning a bit as she feels the arousal pooling between her thighs. Duncan grips her hair harshly in his hand, but not yet pulling. “Do you really want to be testing me right now?” He whispers from behind. “Maybe,” she bites her lip, testing the waters and smirking to herself. She grinds her ass backward a bit, pressing back against Duncan, teasing him just like he’s been teasing her, easily feeling the hardness of his cock through the restraints of his briefs. “What are you doing to do about it?” Duncan pulls her hair, causing her to wince and look upward. “You can’t just fucking listen and do as your told, or keep from being a smart ass, can you?” Duncan says and lets go of her hair. “I told you, you would regret misbehaving.” Y/N turns her head as if she could see, feeling him get off the bed again. “Quit leaving the bed, dammit. You’re too jumpy,” she jokes, laughing a bit.  “You’re not taking this seriously,” Duncan states, sounding to be on the other side of his room where his closet is.  “All part of the fun, right,” she says, smiling to herself.

Duncan doesn’t say anything, but she hears his footsteps coming back over. Feeling the bed dip once more, Duncan places a hand on her ass, rubbing against her bare ass cheek to the other. “You’re going to be sorry, now,” Duncan draws out arrogantly. 

Y/N bites her tongue, trying not to show her excited smile for Duncan to accidentally see. Angry, rough and dominant Duncan was always a great time. Sweet, loving and gentle Duncan was amazing, but he was always like that with her, intimate or not, which she loved. So getting a taste of a “mean-like” Duncan was fun and different and exciting. But when she feels the coldness of something long and leather feeling, her smiles fades. She narrows her eyes under the blindfold, trying to figure out what it could be. “What is that,” she asks. “You’ll be finding out soon enough,” Duncan says, trailing the material over her ass.  “Duncan,” she starts, tone concerned. “No, what is that?” “You’ll think twice about being a sarcastic brat to me now,” he says.

Y/N swears all the breath inside of her leaves her body when she feels the sharp and harsh smack of hard leather hit against her ass, sending a surge of shooting pain through her, and not in a good way. She yelps out, eyes bulging out if the blindfold wasn’t on her. “Duncan, what the fuck,” she calls. “That fucking hurt,” she exclaims. “That’s the point,” Duncan says sarcastically. “I don’t like that,” she states harshly. “Don’t do it again.” “You don’t get to decide that. Not when you’ve been so fucking greedy and needy all night,” Duncan says, slapping the riding crop against her ass again.  “Ow,” Y/N cries out, body flinching from the slap, eyes burning with water suddenly through the fabric. She reaches up to the silk material covering her eyes, yanking it off her head and throwing it to the side. She turns her head around to look at Duncan, seeing as he kneels behind her and sees the black riding crop in his hand, long and narrow, intimidating as she always thought they were. “Did I say you could take your blindfold off,” Duncan glares, and raises the crop up. “Duncan, stop, I don’t want to d--” she tries to say as she tries to move her body away and flinching again, but stops when Duncan hits her again, making her cry out, the loud smack screaming through the room. “Duncan stop,” she shouts, turning over fully to sit on her bottom. But it hurts, and she winces, tears falling down her cheeks consistently. “Turn back over,” Duncan demands, glaring. “No,” she cries. Watching Duncan raise his hand with the crop makes her recoil, “Duncan, stop,” she calls, trying to move further back on the bed to get away from him. “Mercy!” She cries out fearfully, using the safe word, her eyes blurring with tears again as she looks at him terrified, him looking furious and livid with the riding crop in his hand as he raises it.

But in just the blink of an eye his angered expression fades and it becomes soft and concerned. He tosses the riding-crop to the side and crawls closer to her. “Baby, what happened? You’ve never used the safe word before,” he states. “Are you okay?” He reaches a hand towards her to wipe her tears. “No, I’m not fucking okay,” she glares, smacking his hand away while tears still stream down her face and she scoots away from him further, making Duncan stop moving when seeing her move away. “And what do you mean what happened? What do you think happened?” She shoots a shoots a look towards the riding-crop on the ground by the bed and back to him. “What? The whip?” Duncan raises his eyes, wanting to clarify. “Yes, the fucking whip! What is that? Why do you have it?” She asks angrily. “Since when do you have one of those?” She gestures out harshly. Duncan looks to the crop again for a second and then back at her, “Well, it, it’s just a riding crop. I got it a few weeks ago.” Y/N furrows her eyes at him. “I got it to surprise you.” Y/N scoffs. “I wasn’t sure when the best time to use it was, but I figured after the long week you’ve had, it would be fun to use tonight.” Y/N stares at him in disbelief for a long second. “You know what’s wrong with everything you just said?” Y/N starts. Duncan stares at her, pressing his lips together. “You got it. You weren’t sure when the best time to use it was. You figured it would be fun to use tonight. It was all your idea, but never my idea also. You never mentioned it or talked about it with me,” she states. “I know, but, it’s because I wanted to surprise you,” he explains. “Who are you, fucking Christian Grey?” She narrows her eyes. “A surprise is surprising me flowers at work, or surprising me with my favorite dessert after dinner. This was just painful and agony, and not communicated between us!” She yells. Duncan shrinks back a bit, “I’m sorry. I get that.” “Yeah, now you do.” “I thought it would be fun,” he repeats sorrowfully.  “Fun? What the fuck kind of fun is that when you’re just hurting me?” She glares again. “And using it as a surprise? We don’t fucking do surprises like that, Duncan,” she yells. “We always talk about everything. We do that to avoid what just happened now!” “Baby, I know,” he tries, “But I thoug--” “No, don’t fucking ‘baby’ me,” she points out. “You hurt me,” she sniffs, wiping her wet eyes away. Duncan’s face falls, looking to be overcome with sadness, hating how upset she is right now, and because of him. “That riding crop is different than anything else you’ve done to me before. That shit just brings actual pain.” “I -- I didn’t mean for it to hurt you so badly. I thought it would be okay,” he says softly. “Well you thought wrong. This is why we fucking communicate about it!” She gets off the bed, crossing her arms over her chest as she stands. She feels vulnerable standing exposed and bare like this in front of him but she does her best to ignore it when she turns to him. “We talk about everything so we know what we’re getting into. We had talked about blindfolds and handcuffs before, but not riding crops and whips! That shit’s used to hurt people, at least with me tonight it fucking did. That’s why we communicate about it first!” She repeats and turns, stalking off towards his bathroom. Duncan gets off the bed, following after her, “Y/N, wait, please.” He rushes around to halt her in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he pleads. “I didn’t realize this would happen,” he reaches his hands towards her to try and grab her hands. “That’s why we were supposed to talk about it first,” she exclaims, and pushes his hands away from her. She moves past him, walking to the bathroom, attempting to shut the door. But Duncan holds it open with a hand as he follows her. “I know, I know, you’re right. I know we communicate about everything, it’s one of the things I love about our relationship, and I fucked it up,” he shakes his head in defeat. “I’m sorry. Don’t shut me out, Y/N. Talk to me about this, please,” Duncan tries. “Oh, talk? You want to communicate about our feelings now? Fuck you, Duncan. You hurt me,” she shoves his hand off and slams the door, locking it before Duncan can get a grip on the handle and try and push it back open. But he’s too late, making him sigh and lean his head against the door.  “I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t realize. I didn’t realize that I should have talked to you about it first before I used it on you. I wasn’t thinking.” He tries turning the doorknob again but groans internally when it didn’t budge. “Please. I’m sorry, baby. Let me fix it. Let me make it up to you.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, not having anything to say back to him at the moment as she steps up away from the door. She turns to look at herself in the mirror, with her tear-stained cheeks, eyes lightly puffy from the crying and lips frowning. She turns her body, seeing in the mirror the harsh impact of the whip to her ass, still feeling the pain of the hits. She winces, seeing how there are harsh welts beginning to form, angry red lines burning and raising up on her skin.

She decides to take a shower, needing a few moments away from Duncan to calm down and hoping the warm water will soothe her body after everything that’s happened.

Duncan sighs out when hearing the shower turn on. He refuses to leave, not wanting to miss the chance of talking to her face to face for whenever she decides to come out of the bathroom. So he turns, kneeling to sit down and leans back against the bathroom door, committing to wait for her, hating that he fucked up.

Y/N lets the water cascade down her body, relaxing and calming her down. The warmth of the water subdues her body, helping to loosen the tension and stress in her muscles. She winces when the warm water hits her ass, her skin stinging along the welts. She bites her tongue when it burns more when she turns around, flinching every now and again when letting the water hit her backside fully. It eventually subsides, Y/N able to relax completely in the comfort of the shower. 

After, she wraps a fluffy towel around her body and places her hands flat on the sink counter as she looks in the mirror, sighing out. She doesn’t know what Duncan’s doing, if he’s still there or left and given up. But she knows she’s already missing him and hates being mad at him.

Duncan turns his head when hearing the door being unlocked. He stands up from sitting on the ground, just straightening up and turning around when Y/N opens the door. 

Y/N diverts her eyes away when she sees him, and tries to step forward to walk past him. But Duncan puts his hands up, refusing to let her walk. “You’re not going anywhere. We need to talk about this,” Duncan states. “I don’t want to talk right now,” she says quietly, tone sad and timid. “You don’t need to talk, you don’t have to say anything. Just listen to me, please,” he reaches a hand forward hesitantly. His fingers brush against one of her hands, her allowing him to grab it gently. Her eyes look back at him shyly. “I know what I did was wrong, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself for doing this to you. I saw how afraid you looked, and knew you might be in pain when you told me to stop. But I don’t know,” he shakes his head, “I just didn’t realize, and I should have. I should have spoken to you first, I know that’s our thing. I should have known better,” he explains. “It kills me knowing that you were so afraid of me when I saw how you recoiled away, but I was so caught up in the moment, I didn’t understand.” Y/N sighs, knowing he’s genuine and understands what he’s done. “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I’m sorry for over-reacting. I know you would never mean to intentionally hurt me and would never try to upset me.” “Don’t invalidate your own feelings,” he cups her cheek. “You have every right to be upset with me. I fucked up.” “But I know you’d never try to really hurt me. You’d never want to actually hurt me. I just couldn’t help but get upset anyway, and I should have talked to you instead of just shouting and storming away.” “Stop. Don’t do that,” Duncan speaks softly. “It’s my fault, okay? Not yours. Don’t apologize for anything.” Y/N stays quiet, only looking back at him as she listens to him carefully. “I screwed up. I know you know that I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I still did, and I’m sorry.” Duncan drops his hand from her face and wraps an arm around her waist carefully. “I love you so much -- so unbelievably much. I hate what I did to you. I can’t imagine what the marks must look on you now. Let me make it up to you. Please?”  “Duncan,” she sighs, “you don’t have to--” “Yes, I do,” Duncan states. “Let me treat you how I should have in the first place,” he pulls her closer to him. “No punishments, no props, no exaggerated bull shit about me being ‘upset’ you were late,” he says, making her smile slightly. “Let me cherish your body like I said I was going to.”

Y/N’s eyes fall to Duncan’s hands as they reach for the top of her towel, grabbing the fabric and undoing it, unwrapping it from her body as it falls to the ground and pools at her feet, exposing her body to him.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Duncan whispers, momentarily distracted by her beauty, eyes trailing down her body, his hand reaching to her hip, trailing against her skin. He looks back at her. “I never meant for this to happen to you,” he says apologetically, hand brushing down towards her heat, his fingers brushing between her thighs. “Let me help you relax,” Duncan purrs, fingers brushing against her clit and rubbing a gentle circle against her. 

Y/N bites her lip, looking into his eyes as she feels her heart starting to beat faster, feeling the excitement building back in her.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he leans in, kissing her, Y/N immediately relaxing against the touch of his lips, having been waiting for the moment he would kiss her all night. She moans a bit into his mouth, feeling as his fingers continue to rub against her clit, rubbing a bit harder now. Duncan pulls back a bit. “I hurt you earlier, and I’m sorry. I want to take care of you now,” he whispers, tone low and soft, but sexy. “Let me make you feel good, baby,” he mumbles against her lips, words hanging in the air as his touch lingers, her mouth parting, her breathing becoming heavier. “Let me, please,” he whispers, moving his lips to kiss against her neck just below her ear. Y/N breathes out, nodding as she closes her eyes. “Okay.” “Good girl,” Duncan whispers against her skin, planting another kiss against her before making sure they have the best make-up sex of their lives.

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