#let's go to the mall jokes were unintentional until i realized it

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

TayNew, Someone You Loved! MAKE ME SUFFER!!!

Tay understood growing apart. As an adult, that’s the shit you have to learn. It’s the mind-numbing pain that no one warned him about. That ache when someone who had always been there is gone, no not just that. They’ve disappeared. Tay had once said, “Time will tell.” Here’s time and what it did: That closeness changed, it became awkward. Tay didn’t like to use the fans as his source, but hell, they were an observant bunch. He and Newwie used to FaceTime for hours before. Now, it’s a text that says hey. It’s stupid small talk. Six years and a friendship could be barely salvaged. They’ve been through that dance. The will they, won’t they? Tay looked at his phone. No messages. Tay was busy doing promotion shoots for his show 3 Will Be Free, but usually, Newwie was blowing up his phone. Nothing. 

His co-star Joss appeared beside him. “What’s up?” He noticed anguish on his friend’s face.

“Nothing,” Tay took a deep breath. “Want to practice?” 

“Practice what? I’m sure we all have modeling in the bag,” Joss laughed. Tay had completely forgotten what he was doing and where he was. That’s how far his mind drifts, back to the what ifs, to a time where nothing had to be defined and they just were. Joss noticed Tay clenching his fists. “Whoa,” he placed a hand to a shoulder. “You calm buddy?” 

Tay gave him a death glare and Joss held up his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. I’ll back off.” Joss left him there. Tay felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He excitedly looked at it. Why had he expected it to be Newwie? That guy was probably with this supposed girlfriend, with someone other than him. What’s that drowning feeling? It’s as if you’re breathing but drowning at the same time. His phone vibrated again and this time it was Newwie. 

He opened the text: Are you busy? 

Doing a photo shoot. What’s up? Keep it simple. It’s not a declaration of love. It’s not, hey, I love you. Come back to me. Tay Tawan you’re fucking 28, why are you acting like a 16-year-old? 

I was wondering if you could help me. Shit. With what? 

Sure, what is it? 

Can you come shopping me with? Oh, this is good. This is closer to the way before. 

Yeah, when? 

Sunday. I need to buy a gift for my girlfriend.

Tay almost threw his phone across the room. He hit himself on the head with it instead. 

Um, Sunday? Sorry, I’m busy that day. We’re lying. Okay, but it hurts to be near him. It hurts to be away from him, what a fucking double-edged sword. 

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Tay appeared before New. He was surprised since he was told by his friend that he’d be busy. 

“You came anyway? Change your plans?” New asked him. 

“Yeah, I figured you either really couldn’t choose or you needed my money. Hmm,” Tay managed to joke with him. 

“I thought I was the bank to you,” New raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Eh, uh, yeah, whatever. What are you getting?” 

“Oh, she likes knick knacks. Something to put on a shelf and display. Since she likes dolphins I was thinking of something with that.”

Tay suddenly realized this was a bad idea. It was going to be endless drivel about her. It’s not that he was jealous. No, okay, maybe it’s a part of it, but Tay felt like he’d been tricked. The wool over his eyes. That’s what he gets for letting his guard down. Sure, it was unintentional and New has no clue how he truly feels...yeah, this was a bad idea. 

“Where shall we start?” Tay’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest when Newwie hooked his arm. 

“I have to go.”

“Why?” Newwie whined. “We don't hang out like this anymore. Come on,” he shook against Tay’s side. “Aren’t I still your P?” 

“You’re someone I love and I can’t help you buy gifts for someone else.” The confession spilled out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“In a mall?” New shook his head. “All right, we’ll have this talk.” 

“I want us back to the way before. Even if it was fan service, I liked how we were during the filming of our food show.”

“Not all of it was fan service.” The confession was out of New’s mouth before he could stop it.

“Don't give me hope, if there is none, New.” Tay was using his serious voice now. New chuckled. “I’m leaving,” Tay suddenly said. New didn’t know how to stop him.

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New’s girlfriend laid against his shoulder. That made it difficult to stalk Tay on Instagram. He scoffed to himself. Wow, what a terrible boyfriend. Thinking about someone else while the other is right there. Great, good on you, New. His phone buzzed. A text from Tay. 

Can we talk? 

I’ll come over. 

New ran out of the building and to his car before his girlfriend made any objections. You really are a terrible boyfriend to her anyway.

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“Tell me you remember Valentine’s Day?” New wasn’t expecting to be prodded with such a loaded question right from the beginning. 

“How could I forget?”

“So none of those feelings are there any more? Because this someone else crap came out of nowhere. I was getting used to us. I was getting used to the way we argued but loved each other. I was getting used to the way you got frustrated when I didn’t clean up my mess. By the way, it’s an organized mess. It just gets that way and then I-”

“Then you get pissed off and clean it up. I know,” New smiled. “You are the King of Procrastination.”

“Am I? I feel like a hardworker.”

“Who will do a lot of things last minute. Generally, everything still turns out all right.”

“Let’s go back to before. To the days where I don't feel helpless, lost and aching. Come back to me, Newwie.” 

This would be the hardest thing that New has ever done. He couldn’t believe he was doing it when it happened, but he just left. Tay stood there staring at the door. Then he banged his fists against it, choking back tears. He slumped to the floor, his head hitting the door a little too hard. He grimaced, but that pain was nothing. That was minimal compared to that feeling of going under, the numbness. The ache. Tay didn’t know, but in the hallway New had slumped to the floor against the door as well. He couldn’t face that conversation while also being with someone else. If Tay went any further, New would make a mistake. A mistake, a tempting mistake... New’s mind drifted to Valentine’s Day. Tay’s lips against his, and it was only the two of them in the world. Nothing else mattered. Where’d that go? When did he want someone else? Why did he want someone else? When did he become so afraid of his feelings for Tay? 

Tay also now understood that ache. It was the ache of wanting someone to save you. Wanting someone to hold. Wanting someone to be the cure for the pain. Tay never thought it wise to rely on someone that much, but he gave his all to Newwie. There was a time when Tay was never that outspoken or that animated. He learned to open up because of Newwie, even though, it didn’t seem as if they learned anything from each other. They’d earned the reputation of being the “Queens of Banter.” They didn’t care about the title. They owned up to it because if anyone knows Chess, the Queen is the most powerful player. Tay chuckled at his own thought. Then he heard scuffling outside the door. He jumped up and opened it. 

New fell back onto the floor. He looked up at Tay. A hand was offered to help him. New took it. Hands still being held they stood there staring at each other. Tay was going to lean in for it. He was going for it. All or nothing. New denied him by turning his face. 

“Patience,” New told him. “There’s a girlfriend I have to speak to first.” 

“Don't fuck with me because I won’t be able to handle that.” 

“I’m not fucking with you. Just give it time.” Tay didn’t like to give things time. After all, time eventually bit him in the ass. He held onto his anger a moment then let out in a deep breath. The anger shouldn’t be directed at Newwie. It really wasn’t his fault. 

“One kiss?” Tay begged before New could actually leave.

“No.”

Tay huffed. “Fine. I’ll just wallow then until you sort it out. Tonight?”

“My oh my someone needs to calm down. No, it won’t be tonight. But soon.” New wrapped his arms around Tay’s neck for a hug. Tay melted into it and New had to fight his way out of his grasp. 

Soon. One word changed everything.

#long post #taynew #my writing #man I love this fic request thing #haha #also I head canon a cursing Tay #or maybe that's just something I willingly pay to hear in English of course #hehe

[marksmooches]

fly away with me » mark lee au

markxreader, strangers to lovers!au 1.8k words

summary: where you meet a not so charming boy, mark lee, on an airplane flight to canada.

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Fiddling around with your luggage strap, you start to get impatient as you wait for your flight to board. Your irritation starts to increase as the flight attendant apologizes over the intercom that all the passengers have to wait an extra 30 minutes to enter the airplane. You sit at the edge of your seat longing to board so you can finally arrive in Canada, your dream destination. “Flight 721 is now boarding, sorry for the delay. First class and disabled passengers get to board first. Military and families with children board second, then everyone else,” the intercom rang. You sighed in relief knowing you had the luxury to sit at first class. You entered the plane and sat down beside the window so you can admire the clouds once you’re up in the air. Soon after you got settled in your seat, a boy with brown hair and glasses plopped right next to you. He gave you some type of weird look as he removes a neck pillow out of his backpack and places it behind his neck for extra comfort. Reaching for his pocket, he takes out his airpods case and put on his airpods to listen to whatever music he listens to. The strange look he gave you bother you. You didn’t know this guy, yet he judged a book by its cover. You roll your eyes and continue to look out the window. A few minutes after, he takes out one airpod and taps on your shoulder. “Excuse me?” he questions with some attitude. You turn to look at his piercing big brown eyes, and you take a double glance at him. You couldn’t deny the fact that boy wasn’t attractive, but your first impression of him was ruining it for you. “I was kinda assigned to sit by the window.” “I don’t think I can move anymore, we’re supposed to be seated already,” you reply back with the same amount of attitude he gave you. He then mumbles something, and puts his airpod in his ear. You roll your eyes at him and close it so you can doze off to sleep. It was the fastest way to get this long flight over with, and you don’t have to pay attention to the rude boy next to you. The pilot’s voice rang through the intercom but you didn’t care to listen because you were already falling asleep. — 2 hours later, you wake up startled from a jolt of turbulence, but what startled you even more is your head was laying comfortably on the stranger’s shoulder. You pull your head away from his shoulder which woke him up. He looks at you with tired and confused eyes, to realize he even allowed you to sleep on his shoulder. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you apologize whilst panicking. You felt extremely embarrassed knowing you did that. “Shhh,” he replies, putting a finger over his lips. “People around you are sleeping.” “I’m sorry,” you repeat, but in a quieter tone. He sighs to reassure you, “It’s okay, it was unintentional, and you can’t control where you put your head when you’re sleeping.” “Thank you,” you smile at him, but you wipe the smile off your face because he probably thought you were a creep. Instead, he knew you were a little nervous so he cleared his throat, “So uh, what’s your name?” “Y/n,” you answer back hesitantly. You were a little unsure if you should’ve said your name because he was extremely rude in the beginning, but you decide to say it anyways. “I’m Mark… Uh, how old are you?” he asks, trying his hardest to make casual conversation with you. “I’m 19,” you say carelessly. Telling him information about yourself didn’t matter anymore, especially when you’re never going to see him again after this plane ride. “So, why are you going to Canada?” “Hey! I’m 19 too! And uh, I’m going back home to see my family. How about you?” Mark smiles at the thought of his family and homeland. It excites you a bit that he originally came from Canada since it was your first time going there. Though you did tons of research about the different tourist spots in Vancouver, it wouldn’t hurt to ask Mark about his personal favorite places in his town. “It’s my first time going there. Say, do you know any good spots down in Vancouver?” you question exposing the curiosity in your voice. He hums a bit thinking about the different places he could tell you about. “Personally, I like the aquarium. Only because that place is my childhood. But, it would be strange if you went alone,” he admits, which offends you a bit. “What are you trying to say about going to aquariums alone, huh? What if I wanted to admire fish by myself?” you joke around with a hint of offense. He puts his hands up in a “backing off” motion and chuckles, “Aquariums are the best with your family or a date.” “Hey! I can easily download a dating app and go on a date with any boy out there!” you laugh. “Okay, okay. Well yeah, there’s always the aquarium. You can always go visit the mall.” He frowns, “Thinking about it, I never got to travel around Vancouver.” “I mean, if you don’t have anything to do you can always tour around with me,” you blurt out, which shocks Mark a bit. “Uh, sorry that was kind of strange for me to suggest especially if we just met”. “Nah, no need to apologize,” he reassures you once again and laughs at your straightforwardness. “I know I won’t be doing much, so I guess I’ll hit you up. By the way, you apologize way too much, what’s up with that?” “I don’t really… You know… Think before I speak,” you admit with shame. You curse at yourself for having an impulsive personality, but it didn’t seem like Mark minded. “Uh, you mentioned your family is in Canada. Did you take a vacation to Korea?” you ask changing the subject. “No, I live in Seoul actually. I’m visiting my family after getting a break from work. Uh, I’m an aspiring singer-songwriter with a little dancing on the side,” he replies with a grin. You can tell Mark’s passionate about what he does and you found yourself smiling as well. “I write songs for a living, but lately I’ve been recording my own songs.” “That’s cute. I would love to hear them someday,” you giggle, and he smiles at you then at his hands. The first impression you had on Mark completely went 360° after having a nice conversation with him. You didn’t even realize his eyes were feeling a bit heavy until he told you he was tired. “Let’s sleep,” he whispers groggily, which makes your heart feel weak. His tired voice was extremely attractive to you, and so was his personality and looks. “Don’t worry y/n, this time I give you permission to sleep on my shoulder,” he jokes as you felt warmth start to creep up on your cheeks. He notices you were beginning to feel embarrassed, so he pats his shoulder where you should rest your head on to make you feel a little more comfortable. You put your head on his shoulder and doze off into deep and comfortable slumber knowing the next time you wake up, you’ll already be close to Canada. — Once you woke up, you felt so cheerful that you didn’t even realize you woke up the sleeping Mark next to you. “Sorry, I’m just super excited to look out the window,” you admit quickly moving your hands to slide the window up. There, you are the scenario you were the most amused by— the soft, cotton looking clouds and the bright, baby blue sky. If you looked further down, you could see the ethereal green and brown landscapes and the deep, blue ocean that you could plunge yourself in if you wanted to. You were so close, yet so far away from landing. Mark, however, was just as cheerful as you are to land. It seems as if he was slightly bouncing out of his seat as you both took a peek outside of the window. He kept smiling, and you can tell he wants to go back home. But what surprises you the most is he frowned once he laid his eyes on you. “I’m not going to see you after this flight,” he looks down at his hands, then back at you which exposes his soft glare. “Don’t say that, Mark. We can still keep in touch,” you hope, feeling a little upset that you might not even see this boy. “I don’t want to just say we’ll keep in touch. I actually want to keep talking to you.” Mark looks at you eyes wide, like a little puppy. You nod in response. “Promise, y/n?” He holds out his pinky. “Promise,” You giggle and interlock your pinky with his as he connects your thumbs together to touch. He grins, taking out his phone for you to put your number inside. As soon as you were finished exchanging information, the pilot informs the passengers to fasten up because you were going to land in a few minutes. You felt a bit anxious knowing you were going to land only because you hate the feeling of dropping down rapidly. Mark intertwines his hand with yours to comfort you while landing— but if he had to admit, he was feeling just as anxious as you are. He squeezes it as you both close your eyes. The plane finally lands, and you both couldn’t contain your excitement any longer. You both first let the old couple behind you pass before leaving the plane. “You two are cute together,” the old lady comments, but before you could inform her that you two weren’t together, Mark smiles and thanks her. You both exit the plane together and walk to the luggage area to pick up your bags. Both of you didn’t even realize you were still holding hands until Mark went to pick up his luggage first. You both felt a little embarrassed, Mark rubbing the back of his neck and you rocking your body back and forth waiting for your bag. When you approach your bag, Mark grabs it before you can and carries it for you. “So this is where we part ways,” you say in a disappointing tone. Though you promised to keep in touch, you were afraid that you both would become too busy to even keep up the conversation. You like Mark, and it would suck if you guys just stop talking after this. But he took you by surprise. Mark smiles, grabbing your hand, “Not if I take you on that aquarium date.”

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[whydontwe-fanfics]

Unintentional (C.B)

Description: Corbyn doesn’t know you have feelings for him and him always bringing girls around finally gets tiring.

Request: Can you do a Corbyn imagine where the reader like him a lot but he's doesn't realize it and always has girls over and it hurts the reader a lot so she cuts herself off from all of them and then Corbyn finally realizes?

Warnings: swearing, angst, Corbyn being a headass

(A/N: i didn’t add the cutting part, sorry)

Word Count: 2.3k

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It's been two hours. Two hours spent sitting in a chair with a book in your lap as you wait for Corbyn to arrive.

You felt the urge to leave thirty minutes after him not showing up, but part of you felt obliged to stay and wait it out. He hasn’t even sent a brief text explaining why he’s late.

He had called two days ago requesting an outing to the mall and of course, you were down. The blue-eyed blonde is your best friend and you haven’t hung out with him in a while for various reasons, all of them containing sorts of a female other than you.

It was sad to say but easy to realize that Corbyn was a man-whore.

It bothered you because he was never like this when you guys lived back in your hometown. With every day that passes the boys grow more attention and the more Corbyn's ego grows. In the past two months, the boy's had three girlfriends and over ten one night stands. The possibility of him having some sort of sexually transmitted disease was higher than ever before.

The hardest part about it all? You had feelings for him. Watching him parade around with all of those girls hurt like hell and he had not a clue what he was doing to you.

When the door opens and reveals your best friend and his giggling companion, you simply roll your eyes and place the book on your lap. You should’ve known.

The two don't seem to notice you as they leaned in and started viciously making out in the foyer.

It was not only disgusting but heart-wrenching.

Enough was enough.

You rise to your feet and without a word you head to the back doors, sliding them open.

Both Corbyn and the mysterious girl turn your direction when the sound of the opening doors caught their attention. Corbyn's eyes widened as the girl gasped.

"Oh my gosh, has she been here the whole time?" she asked, clinging to Corbyn like he was her lifeline. "Corby, who is that?"

You didn't bother to stay any longer than you had to and rushed to close the door back before walking around the house and towards your car.

"Y/N! Wait up!" you heard Corbyn's calls, but by now you were livid. How dare he? Ditch you for some girl he'd toss away like a tissue after having sex with her.

You were a few feet away from your car when his hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

"Y/N," he pants but you still don't turn to him. "Y/N, look at me."

"I have to go," you say through grit teeth, heaving a sigh.

"W-when'd you get here?" he stuttered.

You turned to him with narrowed eyes and a semi-clenched jaw. "I've been here for the past two hours waiting for you like you told me to when you planned for us to head to the food court." You watched as his face went even paler if that was possible.

"Shit," he hisses, causing you to do another eye roll. You were irritated and that was only the half of it. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"I really don't think you are because this isn't the first time you've pulled some shit like this."

"I-"

"Where were you, Corbyn? Where did you find that girl?" When he doesn't answer, you scoff. "I cannot believe you. This is ridiculous, and when I say this I mean us, our friendship, everything. I'm over it."

"What are you talking about? You're my best friend."

"Am I though? Am I really? Because last I've checked, quote-unquote best friends don't ditch one another for a quick hookup with someone they've just met."

"I forgot," he mutters. Oh, how priceless.

"Yeah, you've forgotten about me and my feelings. Why do you get to decide when to put our friendship on hold? When do I get to call quits?"

"You can't just end everything we have," Corbyn's eyebrows narrow downwards.

"I just did, and I guess you’ll have to deal with that." With a quick swivel on your heels, you venture towards your car once more.

"Please, just let me explain," he says desperately as his footsteps follow yours.

"There's nothing to explain. Stay away from me and there'll be no problems."

"What about all of our years together?"

"Should've kept that in my mind before trading me out for a quick fuck," you spat, opening your car door and hurrying into the driver's seat.

"You can't just do this!" Corbyn's voice rises as you slam the door and lock it hastily. "Y/N!"

That's the last you heard before turning your ignition on, pulling out and driving away.

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Jack and Zach were laughing as they walked into the compound, but their good time was cut short when their eyes landed on a distressed Corbyn sitting on the bottom of the stairs while harshly staring down at his phone, his jaw visibly clenched and eyebrows furrowed.

"Hey, dude," Jack greeted cautiously.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the mall with Y/N?" Zach asked, placing their bags on the ground. "We were supposed to meet you at Subway but you guys never showed up."

Corbyn glanced up with a questioning look. "What?"

"Yeah, Y/N said the two of you were going to the mall and we were gonna join but you were running late so we were gonna head there and meet you at Subway," Zach explained.

"We asked Y/N if she wanted to come but she decided to stay," Jack added. Corbyn bit his bottom lip and went to staring back at his phone. "Where is she?"

"I have no fucking clue," Corbyn mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Zach asked. "Did she go home?"

"I checked. She isn't at her apartment, she isn't at her brother's house. She won't answer her phone or text and she turned her location off." He ran a hand through his hair, stress radiating around him.

"Why? Is she mad at you or something?"

When Corbyn didn't answer, Jack and Zach sent a knowing look to one another.

"What'd you do?" Corbyn stayed quiet and Jack rolled his eyes. "Corbyn, what the hell did you do?"

"I was a fucking dick to her, okay? I was an asshole and I didn't realize it until she told me today," Corbyn ran a hand down his face and carelessly tossed his phone onto the floor.

"What'd she say?" Zach asked as Jack began to try to get to you over text.

"She ended our friendship, literally. Doesn't want anything to do with me ever again," Corbyn sighed, glancing up and making eye contact with Zach, who just took notice of the red in the blonde's eyes. "I fucked up," he whimpered, burying his face in his hands.

Both Zach and Jack frown, knowing that Corbyn having a breakdown was very rare.

"She texted back!" Jack abruptly said, Corbyn shooting upwards with hope.

"What'd she say?"

"She said she's fine. She just needs space," Jack replied.

"Where is she?" Corbyn rushed out.

"She said she needs space, dude," Zach frowned.

"She doesn't need space, she needs me," Corbyn argued.

"Corbyn-"

"She's probably at Heather's house," he went and picked his phone off the ground before heading to the door.

"Corbyn, just give her time!"

"Why?"

"Because you break her heart over and over again and she just wants a break from it all," Jack snapped. "She loves you, you idiot."

"I love her, too-"

"No, not like that," Zach sighs, shaking his head. "She loves you - has for a while. But you've been so invested on random girls from wherever you get them from that you didn't realize."

"This isn't a joke," Jack added. "Why do you think she's stayed for so long? Yeah, this was the final straw for her and I honestly don't blame her for it. You've treated her like a toy for the past two months and it's been pissing us all off because she's head over heels for you and you couldn't give any less of a crap."

"That's not true," Corbyn defended himself. "If I would've known, everything would be different."

"Would it really?" Zach cocked his head to the side.

Corbyn huffed and marched out of the front door, his phone in one hand and car keys in the other.

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"What the hell do you want?" Heather sneered after opening the door and seeing Corbyn's guilty face standing in her doorway.

"I need to see Y/N," Corbyn says.

"What you need is to stay away from her you asshole," Heather hissed.

"I didn't know," Corbyn frowned and when he said that Heather knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Everybody else figured it out."

"I just want to talk to her. To apologize-"

"You've had more than enough chances to apologize," Heather narrowed her eyes.

"Heather, I get it. You're mad at me, and I'm pissed off at myself, too. All I want is to make things right with Y/N."

Heather bit the inside of her cheek as she sized Corbyn up with her eyes.

"She isn't here," Heather sighed. "She went home an hour ago."

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Corbyn let out a sound of relief when he felt your extra key on the top of your door, a secret spot you always put the spare.

Quietly but quickly, he unlocked your door. The first thing he realized was that all of the lights were on. His eyes then roamed around the living room, where he found you sitting on the ground, your back against the coffee table.

"Y/N," he hesitatingly called, to which he didn't get a response to. His eyebrows furrowed but he quickly understood after seeing that you had your headphones plugged into your ears and your sketchbook resting on your lap as you illustrated against the sheet of paper.

He didn't think twice before tapping your shoulder gently.

With a yelp and a pull of your headphones, you whipped your head in his direction, the thought of being home alone still fresh in your mind.

"Corbyn!" you hiss, rising to your feet instantly. "What the hell?"

"I'm sorry, I just needed to see you," he was just as quick to apologize.

"How did you get-" you cut yourself off when you took notice of the spare key in his palm. "Great," you sarcastically hummed. "I could've sworn I told you to leave me alone."

"Why did you never tell me you had feelings for me?" Corbyn immediately asked, not waiting for a better time to bring it up. Your cheeks flushed as your body tensed.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" you stuttered, placing your sketchbook on the coffee table steadily.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he says.

"You need to go," you point to the door, walking to the other side of the table.

"Y/N," he exasperates, taking a step forward. "Why am I the only one who didn't know?"

"I-I couldn't tell you. We've been best friends for years and it's not like the feelings are reciprocated. How would I tell my best friend that I've been in love with him for the past two years when he thought of me as a sister?"

He bites the inside of his cheek as he takes yet another step towards you.

"N-now that you know, you can go," you huff, looking downwards.

"I'm not leaving, we have to talk about this," he reaches forward and tries to grasp your forearm, but you flinch away.

"We're done talking-"

"No, we aren't. You've done all the talking, I have some things to get out, myself."

"Like what?" your voice stays soft and low as you suck up all courage left in your body to pick your head up and meet eyes with him.

"Like how every time you smile, everything gets a hundred times better. Like how whenever you're in the room I can't help but instantly grow ecstatic."

"How am I supposed to trust you? You have all of those other girls to make you just as happy-"

"They aren't you," he interrupts, taking another step closer. With a roll of the eyes, you go to turn away but he stops you when he gently takes a hold of your wrist, bringing you back to face him. "No girl out there can make me feel the way you do."

He takes a leap of faith and reaches up to caress your cheek, but you turn your face away.

"Is this supposed to make up for you being an asshole in the past two months?"

"I'm not saying that. I'm saying that I want you and it's always been you. But I couldn't have you because I thought you saw me as just as Corbyn, your best friend. So I did the only thing I thought of as reasonable at the time - I went and got any and every distraction I could, but not even that worked. You couldn't imagine the thoughts that went through my mind when Jack told me that you love me."

You tried to keep the tears from falling but you couldn't help it. They grew glossy with tears before they began streaming down your face subconsciously.

Corbyn goes to wipe them away with his thumb, keeping his palm against your cheek afterward. A small smile made its way onto his lips when you didn't reject his touch.

"I can't go back and erase all of my recent mistakes, but I can change my future, and I want it to be with you."

Your watery eyes didn't divert from his as he leaned down and you could feel your heart beating rapidly. You didn't stop him as his lips grew closer to yours.

"You're the only one I want," he murmured right before placing his lips onto yours.

While his right hand stayed on your cheek, his left wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer. His warmth and gentleness to the kiss made you let out a small sigh. Your arms instantaneously wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer than he was before.

He straightened his back and pulled you up with him, your toes barely grazing the carpet. The kiss lasts for another few seconds before you pull away to take a breath, but not too far whereas your noses aren't touching.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

"I know," you softly smile before pulling him back and reattaching your lips once again.

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black coffee and sweet tooth || Kaldur’ahm/Aqualad

I can finally write a one-shot of Kaldur again ;;-;;

Note; this is an AU where Kaldur works at a coffee shop. Just normal AU. No superhero stuff.

Kaldur'ahm was the owner's favorite, he was a hardworking guy, a fast thinker, he also polite to the customers.

Okay, maybe he wasn't only the owner's favorite.

Everybody loved him.

He loved his work with a passion which made him the best barista that ever worked there, he didn't know though, no matter how many people praised him for his cool looking, delicious tasting beverages. He just thought that they were just being kind.

This guy was so humble.

Today, he also went early to his work. The owner gave him a spare key because of it.

"You always come before me. Here, a spare key." Was the thing the old man said as he handed the key with a proud smile on his face.

Kaldur unlocked the door before pushing it open, a soft jingle was heard from the bell that was placed on top of the door. He made his way in further, the shop was a little dim, he had to pull up the blinds to get the light inside.

He took his time with preparing the shop, his coworkers came one by one, helping him with the chairs and the tables. They would occasionally make small talks, laughing softly when one of his coworkers made a bad joke.

The other thing he loved about his work was you.

And as if on cue, the door opened. You walked in with a few of your friends, making your way towards the counter as you chatted with them.

He didn't know much about you. He only knew that you were this short, cute looking girl he had ever seen since you stepped your feet into the shop, you always came every day but at a random time. You wore a baggy sweater and a pair of black leggings, it was a little cold outside so it was normal for you to wear something thick.

When you reached the counter, you sent a shy smile his way that he gladly returned and would cause a hit of crimson hue dusting your cheeks. He brushed it off as the cold.

"I will get the usual." You politely told him, tucking a strand of hair that got into your face.

"Bitter black coffee?" He, of course, was sure that it was what you wanted, he was just making sure. Or that was what he told himself.

"Mmhm." You hummed your respond.

Then he went to do his job, making a cup of warm coffee for you.

The thing he didn't know was, you had your eyes on him, the serious face he made as he skillfully moved his hands to get what he needed even though it was just a simple black coffee never failed to cause your cheeks to flush. He was such an attractive guy.

"Here you go." Kaldur put your cup gently on the marble counter, "please be careful, it is hot."

"I know." You laughed, both hands reaching up to wrap around the cup instead of one, it was easier that way.

Now, this was his favorite part, everything seemed to blur as he focused his eyes on you. He leaned his body forward against his crossed arms over the counter. He watched you blow the heat before taking ginger sips.

The bitterness of the coffee caused you to make weird faces, it was so cute he had to bit back a chuckle.

You were cute.

It causes him to be curious though. Why would you buy something you don't like?

It saddened him that you had to leave after he made your friends' orders. You were just a costumer after all. It actually made him a little sad at the thought of you finding a better coffee shop that will make you stop coming to his, or maybe you became bored of the coffee.

But the thought always got kicked away from his head when you came back with the same order, again, and again, and again.

Until you came on your own at an early summer.

"Can I get a café caramel?" You asked, sitting on one of the bar stools in front of him instead of standing and wait like you usually do.

He was pretty taken aback with the sudden changes, he never thought you would have a sweet tooth. He hid his surprise by clearing his throat quietly, "coming right up."

Then you watched him again, this time didn't go unnoticed though. He was also tried to steal a glance at you only to find you looking at him, he almost dropped the milk. It would be so embarrassing if he really let the box to slip out of his hand and spill on the wooden floor.

Thank heavens you didn't notice.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked, trying to avoid the awkwardly, unintentional eye contact that would also cause the more awkward silence between the two of you.

You averted your gaze from his serious but gentle looking face to your lap, blush dusting your cheeks again as you fumble with your words. "I, um, nothing---yeah, nothing. Nothing."

He quirked his eyebrow in pure curiosity but said nothing as he drizzled the caramel on top the white, milky foam before placing the tall glass in front of you just in time as his coworker put a plate of strawberry cake by your drink.

"I am sorry if this is so sudden," his words gained your attention, you were chewing on the cake as you looked up at him. He decided to ask you the question that had been bothering him, he was afraid that his question would sound rude so he carefully picked the words and let them slip out of his mouth. "Do you have a sweet tooth?"

You swallowed the cake in your mouth as you nodded, "mmhm."

That answered the question about the face you made every time you took a sip of the bitter coffee you always ordered.

"I just wanted to look mature in front of my friends, as you always see---I don't know if you remember or not, they look mature and I felt a little left behind with my immature look." You stopped, "why did I tell you this, I'm sorry, just ignore it."

You picked up your glass, bringing it to your lips before you took a sip. A smile made it's way across your lips as soon as the sweet taste greeted your tongue instead of the usual bitter black coffee.

Kaldur couldn't stop the sharp laugh that threatening to escape from his lips, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Something funny?" You questioned as you set the glass back down.

He took a shaky deep breath, moving his hand from his mouth, the laugh replaced by a gentle yet wide smile. "My apologize but you have some on your nose." He pointed at the tip of his nose.

You felt silly when you tried to wipe it off with your sleeve Kaldur was faster, he had taken a tissue and wipe it off of your nose.

You sure blush a lot around him.

"I know I do not have a saying in this matter but you do not have to be someone else to fit with your surroundings, be you." He crumpled the tissue and threw it into the bin near his leg. "That what makes you extraordinary."

He was afraid he was going to say too much so he stopped, his pale green colored eyes were on you, observing your expression.

"You're right." You sighed, knowing he had a point.

A wave of relief washed over him, his shoulders were almost visibly relaxed as you took another bite of the cake that had been forgotten for a few minutes into your conversation.

"Do you want to know why they aren't here?"

"If you want to share."

You pushed your bottom lip into a pout which he quickly found cute, "before summer, we voted on where would we go on a week-long vacation. There were three options we could pick; hiking, the beach, and a sleepover. I was the only one who picked the beach so I decided not to go."

"What did they pick?"

"The boring sleepover." You groaned. "They're probably at the mall right now. Why couldn't they just pick the beach? I love the beach."

Kaldur didn't realize that he has accidentally got some information about you by hearing your ranting. He also loved the beach, would it be weird and creepy if he told you that he'd love to be your company to the beach?

He shook the thought out of his head. He sadly had to stop the talk right there as he made two cups of iced coffee for another customer.

"Oh shoot," you jumped from your seat and he lifted his head up. "I forgot that I have to return a book to the library."

He watched you fumble with your bag to get your wallet, putting the cash down near your empty plate and the half-full glass.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you squinted your eyes in an attempt to read the name tag on his chest, "Kaldur! I'm (Y/N) by the way!"

He waved back at you, or he tried to before you pushed the door open and ran to the library that was quite far from the coffee shop.

For once, he didn't have to worry about you not coming back. You told him you would see him tomorrow, though he wasn't sure when.

He just couldn't wait to see you again.

I’m gonna be honest, it’s a little hard to write his character after so long... XD he’s so kool;;-;;

SO. NAILED IT.

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