NOBODY TOLD HIM HE COULD DO IT

in sixth grade my homeroom teacher caught this kid stephen saying,
“that’s so gay.”

so he told the class that for the rest of the week, anytime you wanted to express something negatively, you could say,
“that’s so stephen.”

and it started out as a joke, where even this stephen kid was going around using it, laughing at it, not really caring. it was funny, i guess.

but then one of his friends got a bad mark on a test and said,
“that’s so stephen.”

we had a blacktop recess and everyone kept saying,
“that’s so stephen.”

and when we got too loud doing groupwork and had to separate and work silently, everyone in the class kept muttering,
“that’s so stephen.”

and the weirdest part was that even though it was just a word we were using, even though it had nothing to do with stephen,
we all sort of blamed stephen.

and as everyone kept using “that’s so stephen,” all week, you could see stephen himself finding it less and less funny.
we played a game called “pamplemousse” in french class and everyone got stephen out right away if they could.
someone literally went and found one of stephen’s art projects when nobody else was around and ruined it so he had to start over.

and when my homeroom teacher found out about it, he sat everyone down and told us that it wasn’t okay to say “that’s so stephen” anymore. that the things we’d been blaming him for weren’t his fault and the things we’d been doing to him weren’t fair.

he told us that stephen couldn’t help it that he was stephen. he didn’t choose to be stephen. he was born stephen.

and that’s when it clicked.

we all felt pretty stupid, i think, for sort of falling for it, but i’ll be damned if i’ve ever had a teacher get a lesson across so utterly and completely as mr. bernard did.

it hadn’t even been the full week.

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Funny story how tom holland became spider-man in case you didn’t know. They were having potential actors do scenes with rdj and Chris evans to see who would have the best chemistry. They were chatting and tom holland told them he did gymnastics and could do a back flip from standing position. Naturally Chris Evans and rdj were excited and wanted to see it RIGHT THERE and now while Kevin feige and some of the marvel lawyers were more worried about holland getting potentially injured. After Chris Evans, Robert Downey jr, and tom holland’s insistence, they agreed to let him try. He landed it successfully and got a standing ovation from Evans and Downey getting their seal of approval and basically the job. After all nobody, not even the head of marvel is gonna turn down captain America’s and iron man’s first choice for spidey. Whether you are a dc fan or marvel fan I think you can appreciate how this happened

One time in I asked my English teacher if I could go to the bathroom and he said the ‘I don’t know, can you’ line like it was something new and clever and my mind just sort of went stupid and I told him that if there was a colloquial gap between ‘can I’ and ‘may I’  that was significant enough to genuinely confuse him in the context of a classroom then maybe he shouldn’t be teaching highschool English, and what nobody tells you about that sort of situation is that no matter how good it feels, you do have to come back and finish the rest of the class

Seven Zero Seven, the Legendary Defender of Justice! And part-time hacker who’s currently a slave to a human-run intel company out to sabotage the entire human race, but no one needs to know, right?

Technokinesis is a power that can be further subcategorized into various abilites. Seven specializes in Data Manipulation (self-explanatory, he can change codes with ease whether with his computer or his mind), and Cyberlingualism. If you need to know why your phone’s laggy, give it to Seven, and maybe he can ask for you hahah! Fun fact: nobody took him seriously when he first told them he could talk to machines. It took quite a while before they found out he wasn’t messing with them.

4th Wall Awareness? Hell yeah. Expect a lot of nods to your presence, he loves entertaining the reader almost as much as I do!

Gadgets? Hell yeah (x2 combo). He’s watched every sci-fi movie, and you bet that his lab is more decked out than Tony Stark’s. His pockets are brimming with all kinds of guns and tasers and lasers and wires and probably-illegal battery packs (and there are even more in his bag hahah shet). Don’t expect him to pass through metal detectors any time soon. He’s also got this wicked pair of gauntlets that helps him pack that extra punch if he needs to get physical, but he’d very much prefer to stay in a nice, cold, air-conditioned room where he slides around in his wheelie chair and litters the floor with Honey Buddha Chips crumbs 24/7.

Open to hero name suggestions for the entire gang~ I’m beginning sketch designs for the non-RFA cast (V, Unknown, Rika, Vanderwood bc i haven’t started on them yet rip), so if you’ve got suggestions for them too, hit me up! Pm me if you want info on their powers for inspo! :3

Season 2 episode 9 analysis

More like me rambling abt my hyperfixation but here we go

This episode kind of revealed a lot abt the kid’s personal & familial issues & lives

To start: Nikki

Nikki was either projecting the way she personally was raised, probably with her mom taking on more of the responsibilities, based on how she acted & the fact that her parents are divorced.

Or she wanted her “egg” to be raised the best way possible, b/c she knows what its like to have (possibly) incompetent parents.

Then we have: Max

Throughout the show, Max has a very cynical, distant & angry demeanor. He seems the type to bottle up his issues, based on s2e8 when he pretended “everything was fine” when Mr. Honeynuts got taken away.

Then, when he is tasked w/ the responsibility of raising the egg, I see two things going on here:

1, Max with his usual cynical attitude of “I dont wanna be here and this is wasting my Saturday”

2, Max, projecting the way his parents raise him, neglectful & uncaring. He lets Nikki do what she wants for the most part & there’s a couple of telling moments of his philosophy on parenthood in the episode.

“Let’s just leave it in a box and get back to enjoying our Saturday.” - Max’s parents neglect (?)

“We could just send it to a summer camp and have strangers take care of it for 3 months” - what his parents did to him

“Nikki, calm down! Its like I told you, none of this matters! Nobody knows what they’re doing when they’re taking care of something too dumb to take care of itself! There is no ‘right’ way of doing any of this! How do you think WE turned out so FUCKED UP!?” - Max, projecting some of his own emotional neglect & trauma from his parents.

Neil:

Neil, the whole time, was very over-protective & “hogged” the egg from Space Kid. This, again, could be seen as 2 things.

1, one of his parents hogging him from the other and being very over-protective & suffocating. Based on the fact that he’s at a summer camp, I’m guessing his more “chill” parent sent him there. This is evidenced in s1e3, when Neil says that his plans are “I think I’ll go to dads house and tell him mom sent me to an abusive summer camp. Pretend to like him more so that she’ll try to buy back my love.” Neil has already learned how to work the system of his parents dysfunctional relationship & custody over him.

2, Neil states that he sees a lot of himself in the egg and that the egg is “fragile” (like him) & that he must protect it. Neil has stated before that he’s a nerdy kid who got picked on back at home, so it’d make sense for him to project on the egg & not want it to go through the same struggles as him.

Ered & Dolf

This can be viewed in multiple ways, & overall displays that both Dolf & Ered had more laid-back parents.

This, of course, can also result in some consequences. Being too “laid-back” can result in the child getting hurt. Ered most likely experienced this as a child, & instead of getting the proper love & attention she needed, got a chuckle and “wipeout”.

Dolf states that their egg deserves not to be “held back by a regime”. On the one hand, this could just be a cheap Nazi joke. On the other hand, this could imply that Dolf has very controlling parents (which is why he enjoys the creative freedom that artistry gives him) & wants to be a more “carefree” parent as a result of this.

Nerris & Harrison

When these two got paired, I of course was PRETTY FUCKIN HYPE (I lowkey ship them)

These two obviously for the most part are just bickering over which one of them is more “credible” in the magic department, which results in them projecting their own interests onto their “kid”.

Harrison is not all that advanced in magic, as has been shown in the show before, and this results in their egg getting crushed. Their senseless bickering caused for their “kid” to “die”, which may reflect on their home lives, or may just be a cute joke. Who knows.

Nurf & Preston

This is by far the most fucked up projection of these kids’ home lives out of all of them.

Preston may have a perfectly normal & loving home life, for all we know. Nurf’s really the one projecting on this one.

Nurf, as we all know, has an extremely toxic and abusive home life, which really comes to show this episode. Ironically enough, he doesn’t want his egg to grow up “with an inferiority complex” *cough cough*, and yet falls into the same cycle of abuse.

He probably even repeated quite a few phrases he’s heard his dad say when exerting abuse over Preston, talking about how “you better not say you’re afraid to leave me”. Based on previous episodes, Nurf’s parents probably fought like this until his mom did leave the family out of fear. Of course, Nurf could have seen this as “his fault”, since his parents may have always been fighting over him (?)

The fact that they paired Nurf with another boy to demonstrate his toxic family life is no coincidence.

First, it is undoubtedly more “socially acceptable” to show a domestic dispute between two men, or where the woman is being abusive, than it is to show a man abusing a women (due to obvious problems within our society)

Second, Nurf has displayed interest in boys before. In s2e2, Neil threatens to spread photoshopped images of Nurf kissing boys. Nurf counters by saying “maybe I’ve already experimented with my sexuality” and then “Chris, why did you leave me.”

Preston was very obviously paired in the “mom” role because theater is shown to be a more “feminine” interest, and he sometimes displays some “effeminate gay man” stereotypes.

He’s hope. If we’re going with the timeline of everything. Victor would have still been human at the time that Superman was very much a figure of controversy on this planet. I have to say I’m a BvS supporter and I love the work that was done on Superman. One of the big themese for me watching BvS is you look at Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne; they’re a perfect study as o what’s going on in the world around us. Think about Superman. He’s basically a penniless, orphaned immigrant, who simply just wants to do good and nobody will let him. And then you have two of the most powerful and intelligent men on the planet who have had their places in our world basically upended. They’re basically told, ‘You were at the top of the food chain, but here’s this person who could literally do more than you eve could and doesn’t want a single thing. They don’t want to take advantage of anybody they’re not after money, they’re not after anything except to do the right thing.’ That would make people nervous.
—  Ray Fisher on Superman
I'm a Freak (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Connor Murphy x Reader


TW: swearing, yelling, Connor saying he doesn’t deserve to live, unedited and short. :(

(a/n; first published fic ever!! I hope y'all like it! Its unedited and horrible, but let me know if you would like more in the future!)

656 words (I think)

Connor tossed in his bed, grumbling and angrily yanking the sheets off of himself. He sat up and sighed, running his hands through his hair. The only thing he could hear was the giggling and whispers coming from his sisters room late at night. Connor shot up from his bed and stormed into the hallway, slamming his door open. He pounded on Zoe’s door angrily.

“Shut the fuck up, you guys! Seriously! I’m trying to sleep!” Connor shouted, twisting the door handle and trying to come in.

“Go away, Connor! We’re having fun!” Zoe shouted and giggled. Connor furrowed his eyebrows as he heard more than just y/n’s voice in Zoe’s room.

Connor slammed himself against the door until it burst open. Connor was panting slightly and red in the face with anger. His anger got worse as he noticed Evan Hansen sitting next to Zoe.

“What the fuck, Zoe!?! Mom and dad said y/n Hansen could come over, not her fucking brother!” Connor fumed, not noticing the scared look on Evan’s face. You weren’t startled since you had helped with Connors bipolar disorder before.

“You, you are SO lucky mom and dad went out for the night.” Connor turned around and slammed the door before anybody could say anything.

“I-I’m sorry, Zoe, I should-should go..” Evan turned red and started to shuffle until Zoe took hold of his hands and looked him in the eye. She was whispering comforting words until you got uncomfortable.

You shuffled out of the room while the lovers were making eye contact and sweet talk. You sighed, shuffling slowly downstairs into the kitchen in only a tank top and short shorts.

Connor was pacing the kitchen when you got down there, still frustrated and trying to cool down.

“Connor?” You called out, a sad smile on your face. You stepped forward and placed an arm on his bicep.

“I’m sorry.” Connors voice broke as he dove into your arms, tears welling up in his already red eyes.
“I can’t control my anger, I’m just a freak who doesnt deserve to live.”

You held Connor and ran your fingers through his slightly messy hair.

“Connor, please, come with me to get help.” You begged, trying to convince him to talk to someone with you for the hundredth time that year.

Nobody could convince Connor to do things like you could, he was head over heels for you. He never told you, but he had ways of showing it.

“Okay,” Connor broke, trembling in your arms. “Okay.”

Nobody had known you two were together for a fact, but many people guessed you were. People made fun of you for hanging around Connor Murphy, so Connor made you promise not to tell anyone you were dating. He didn’t want anyone to pick more fun at you.

Little did you both know, Evan and Zoe were standing at the top of the stairs, watching you two.

You rocked Connor back and forth as he sniffled into your neck. He was leaning on you with his arms wrapped tight around your waist. He was shirtless and in black shorts, what he normally slept in.

“I love you,” Connor began, using the L-word for the first time ever. “I love you so much, y/n.”

Your eyes widened as you pulled him closer. “I love you too, Connor. You mean the world to me.”

Connor looked up and pressed his forehead against yours, connecting your lips for a few seconds and still swaying back and forth.

“Wow..” Evan whispered to Zoe. “So, y/n and Connor, huh?

Zoe nodded with a small smile. “She’s good for him.”

Once in middle school our science teacher had to go home during lunch because she felt sick. When we got to class we thought she was just running a little late. But half an hour passed and nobody showed up. So someone went to go find the principal so we could get a sub. He was immediately rushed back into the classroom because a fire drill was going to start soon. He didn’t let him explain that we had no teacher. So we do the drill with no teacher. Somebody must have told the principal during the drill because one of the other teachers was there to cover for us. Everyone called him Dad

Panic Attacks || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by nnochu

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: Fluff


It was almost six in the afternoon when you got the phone call. The other person on the line sounded harried, as if there was something bad happening and they couldn’t control it. At the sound of Jungkook’s worried voice you couldn’t hold back the anxiety that wanted to flow underneath your skin. You took a deep breath, your eyes flicking to the clock in your office.

“Noona, it’s Hobi-hyung. He started freaking out, and nobody knows what to do, and they won’t let me see him, and it’s just– the other’s told me to call you and tell you to get here as soon as possible.” The words flowed out of Jungkook, some of the words being stuttered. You could tell how freaked out Jungkook was, as it was something the boys had never had to deal with before.

After having been with Hoseok for almost two and a half years you knew the ins and outs of his personality and who he was. Never had he ever had a panic attack in front of the others but there had been countless times where you had to talk him through it and calm him down. It was one of the reasons he loved you so much, and being able to be the one to help him made you feel better.

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im in tears over the moments between min hyuk and bong soon in ep. 14. besides the cute coupley moments and their dates, the ending was seriously heartbreaking and telling when you think about the beginning scene between them. he was willing to stand by her side and die with her, as long as he knew they would be together. and not in a creepy way, i mean in a true genuine way. he wasn’t going to let her be afraid and on her own. but he’s supposed to be this rich, funny, and sexy ceo right? no, not even true. he is a lonely person, someone who was afraid of being by himself and felt he had nobody beside him after his mother died. then bong soon came into his life, and he found someone who didn’t walk away from him and who he could genuinely truly love and care for. and he was still in doubt that she had a place in her heart for him? and even when bong soon told him that she loves him, you can still see in the ep. 15 preview his mystified reaction when he remembered bong soon telling him to leave her on the rooftop. call it what you want, but i am in love with ahn min hyuk, his love for do bong soon, and how deep that love really is.

Colors

A/N: So I’m not a writer but Imma try this shit. This is based off of a song by Halsey, Colors, and this is gonna be kinda sad. Sorry, but I’m bored in class all day and this is what I wanna do,,, so if you like it, I might do more stuff like this! Also, this is set when they’re like 17 so, c h i l l. Very angsty as well, I l o v e don’t hate writing it so Imma try this out. 

Pairing: Richie x reader, reader is Eddie’s twin sister, the works

Warnings: attempt in suicide, language of cOURSE, mentions of suicidal tendencies, suggested abusive relationship with some guy I made up for the sake of this oneshot thing, and too much detail into somethings that are better left alone OH WELL,,, Also it’s a cliffhanger

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so
You said your mother only smiled on her tv show
You’re only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope


How was it not obvious to Richie? He had never seen her like this, and he’s know Y/n ever since he met Eddie in the 5th grade, them being twins and all. He never realized it, but maybe she wasn’t as okay as she said she was. Looking back, did any of her smiles ever touch her eyes? How did she sit so long, just staring out the window, thinking and looking as if she were dead inside? All of these things should have been obvious, especially with the twin’s home life. The only time their mom looked at them was to tell them to take their meds, but who knew she felt so neglected. 

But why didn’t Eddie ever tell her how much he admired her? Richie knew he did, she’s the only thing he talks about besides having to clean shit up. Eddie loves his sister so much, how did she not see it? Why didn’t he tell her she was loved and cared for? 

Maybe he didn’t know she felt this way either. Maybe Richie should have said something to her. Maybe he wouldn’t be in this position right now; watching her sit on the edge of the Quarry, with a big pill bottle and a pack of cigarettes. 


I hope you make it to the day you’re twenty-eight years old
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise
You’re spilling like an overflowing sink


Her eyes were overflowing like a sink, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. She sat there in the warm summer sunset, the sweater she was wearing earlier was laying on the ground behind her, now only in her sports bra, her hands tracing the bruises on her body. Y/n was dating a guy named John, but they all knew she hated him, she only dated him because he asked her to prom and things just sorta happened from there. John was the type to get physical when things didn’t go his way, but Richie never realized how far the guy would take that, it infuriated him. 

He thought tears back himself, seeing the girl he loved like this. How did he not know? He asked himself this so many times in the last 5 minutes, he just can’t comprehend that the one girl who saved his life was dying inside right in front of him. His y/n, the one that laughed at all his jokes, highfived him for him mom jokes EVEN if they were about her own mom. His dream girl is right in front of him, about to do something she won’t be able to take back, and he doesn’t have the courage to say something. 


You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
And now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink


Richie can’t describe just how genuinely amazing she is, she was a piece of art that created chaos, but somehow calm surrounded her at all times. It seems her masterpiece was ripped at the edges, she was just smudged ink on a page. But to him, she was the light at the end of a hallway, the cool breeze on a hot summer day, the very breath he breathed. She was everything to him, he couldn’t just let her slip away like sand in an hourglass. He has to say something, he has to convince her to stay here, to stay with him.

“Y/n,” he spoke barely above a whisper, “Y/n, stop.” His voice was weak, his heart wrenching, but he has to stop her. The pale girl turns around, looking at him up and down, not speaking. She turns back around as he says, “You can’t.” He walks and sits next to her, he felt like a ghost screaming at a living person but they can’t hear. She stares off at the dying sun, taking a puff of her cigarette. “Why can’t I? It’s so much better than staying here with everything going on. I could just leave and not have to deal with all the shit. All the shitty shit.” With every word both of their hearts broke, not knowing that the other loved the first. Richie new he was just Eddie’s nerd best friend that always hung out at her house, hell, he thought y/n thought of him as a brother as well. Little did he know, she felt what people would call an undying love for him. He was the one thing keeping her there for the longest time, but after what happened, she felt it was all for nothing. The suffering, the relationship, the life she was just barely surviving. 

That was all she was doing now. Surviving. 


Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams
And it’s blue


Ever since that day, all she could see was black and white. The only thing she could feel was blue. A deep dark blue like I could imagine is only found at the very bottom of the deepest ocean. She was at the Quarry with her friends of the Loser club, and it was a decent day. Honestly, it was a great day until the very end, when her boyfriend came looking for her and nobody said a word when he was grabbing her and touching her a little too hard. Not one person said a word when he told her that she needed to be punished for not getting him a cigarette and doing as told. No one looked her way when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to his truck and drove them away, leading to what pushed her over the edge. Richie didn’t say one thing to her, Eddie avoided her at all costs, Bill and Stan were busy making out in the river to notice, and Mike, Bev and Ben wasn’t even there. If they had been there, maybe, just maybe she wouldn’t be so heavily considering what she was doing now. 

But after that night, it didn’t matter what she did, she couldn’t get her mind off of it. She scrubbed herself down in the shower 7 times the next day, she burned the clothes, she attempted to slept away the pain, but nothing worked. So she took her bullshit medicine and headed for the Quarry. Maybe if she could see that beautiful sight one more time she could forget about everything and just go. Go without the thoughts of him in her head. 

She felt as if she were being pulled apart at the seams, her insides felt like mush and everything was just failing. Nothing felt the same. Nothing felt safe. Not even the thought of Richie felt safe, and she loved him. But once she heard his voice, her tears dried up, and she could breathe a little better. 


Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he’s so devoid of color
He don’t know what it means
And he’s blue


The smoke. The smoke from her cigarette was grey. The sky was starting to turn grey as the sun said it’s final words to Derry. Her looked grey in the dimming light, everything felt grey. Of course Richie knew it was the situation, but he hated that this was probably how she felt all the time. If he had said something to her earlier about how he felt towards her, maybe this would be different. Maybe if he said something that night he could feel his courage in his throat instead of this lump. 

He knew he should have said something, he knew that was no way to treat anyone, let alone his y/n. He was angry, he wanted nothing to do with her boyfriend, and he was PISSED when he showed up at he Quarry. That’s why he didn’t say anything, and he hated himself for it. He knew exactly what John was doing, and he hated him for it, Richie knew he should have punched the boy in the face and drove her home himself. What he didn’t know was what actually happened after he watched that monster drag y/n away into his truck and drive off. He didn’t want to know either, he just wished he could take it all back, he wish he could have said something and not be the wimp he knew he was. If he hadn’t let his anger get the better of him maybe they could be laughing right now at his house, hanging out like they use to. 

But none of that could happen now. 


You were a vision in the morning when the light came through
I know I’ve only felt religion when i’ve lied with you
You said you’ll never be forgiven till your boys are too
And I’m still waking every morning but it’s not with you


And somehow their minds lined up, and they both began thinking about the time they both knew how they felt for each other. Of course, each time was different for the other, but the feeling was so strong for both the teens, it was easy for everyone else to see how the two felt, and as cliche as the usual romcom, hard for the silly teenagers to see. It was like the films Eddie made them go see with him, some magical force brought them together and yet they couldn’t see it when it was right there. 

For Richie, it was the day he met her, the 5th grade boy wasn’t much on liking people and yet there was something about her that he couldn’t get out of his head. The way she relentlessly loved her brother and made sure he was okay and told off bullies and gosh- she was amazing. She stood for what she believed in, she stood for those she liked, she stood for him. The day they met, he was at the deadly hands of Henry Bowers, getting beaten to a bloody pulp. She threatened to call the police, more specifically his dad, and he ran off. Her and her brother cleaned him up and that was it, he fell fast and hard. 

For y/n it was different, it took a little longer to warm up to Richie, but when she did it was like a train hitting her in the face. The summer IT had come along, they went into the Neibolt house, and immediately after Eddie got lost, she got lost. It took the longest time for them to find her, or at least that what it felt like. By the time they found her she was having a mental breakdown in the spot IT left her to fight the Losers, but what he used against her was the deepest darkest fear she had, it left her paralyzed in fear for hours, and all those long hours, Richie stayed with her. He soothed her, he did everything he could to make sure she knew she was safe. That’s when she knew for sure that she loved the thick glass eyed nerd. 

But the real question is, was it too late? Was it too late for y/n to feel the will to live, for Richie to finally tell her how he felt, to save both their lives? All questions I can’t answer. Maybe it was the end, maybe it was the beginning, but there was something so loudly unspoken between the two that y/n stood up right on the edge, leaving everything right where it was when Richie walked in, and finally saying, “Look how easy it could be. Just one step off this ledge and boom, in a matter of seconds.” She turns around with her arms open and Richie’s mouth followed suit. “But there’s one thing I have to tell you Rich, I love you. And waking up everyone morning without you was killing me.” 


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With All My Heart - Part 6

Word Count: 2636

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Illness. There it is. 

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. Tags for this series are closed. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

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When your eyes finally fluttered open again, the afternoon sun was peeking in your hotel room window and shining on your face. You rolled from your stomach to your side, lifting yourself up on one elbow and running your hand over your face and through your hair. You felt much better than you had earlier, more like yourself. When you moved to get out of the bed your hand landed on a sheet of folded paper with your name scrawled on the front in Jensen’s handwriting.

I had to run down and get ready for the con. Breakfast will probably be cold by the time you get it, but it’s in the tray on the desk in the living room. Text me when you’re awake, please? If you feel up to it, we’d love to have you down here.

 

- J

 

You decided to surprise him instead of texting him and quickly showered, ate your breakfast, and got dressed. You ran down to the convention and walked into the open green room door. Rob saw you first and waved, but you put your finger to your lips to shush him as you walked up behind Jensen, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his back.

“Misha?” He teased and you kneed him in the back of his thigh. He spun in your arms, wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Feelin’ ok? I was worried.”

“Just massive jetlag I think.” You shrugged. “I feel normal now.”

“Ok. Are you gonna watch this panel? I’m gonna warn you…Daniela gives us apple juice and things get…weird.” You sniffed the glass he was holding and scrunched your nose.


“That ain’t apple juice.” You took the glass and downed a large gulp. “But it’s good.”

“Jensen?” Adam Fergus said from across the room. You both turned to look at him, his own glass held firmly in his hand. “Keep her.”

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Order of the Diadem | 1 | TEN

Genre: royalty!au | fluff angst 

Member: Ten / Reader

Word Count: 5,900

Warnings: violence

Part: one | two | three | four

Originally posted by honeyxxxmoon

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When I Lost You - Part IV - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI

This is from Y/N’s POV. So! A lot of people seem to enjoy this heavily angsty series for some reason, and I really wanted to thank you so much for all the continuous love and support you give this writing <3

Word Count: 1765

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst

Dedicated to [and requested by]: @taeyongbelviso , I hope you’re enjoying your vacation, sweetie <3


You had finally finished the group assignment that was due your already most hated class, and you thought that this project would be a good start to boost your marks up.

All of that, and it was just the first week of senior year. This was really no joke.

Submitting it last night via email, you had gotten the first proper amount of rest since the year had started, finally feeling like you could breathe.

On the plus side, it was now a Friday, and that meant that after this one day at school, you could enjoy your well awaited weekend and do nothing as you relaxed.

The alarm went off but you had been awake for a few minutes, relishing the little time left before you had to drag yourself out of bed.

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Dorian - Two Years Later

During the Exalted Council, if the Inquisitor speaks to Dorian, he sits in front of a chessboard. So, I headcanon that this happened (chess’ headcanons from here):



“I saw Demetra’s hand, Cullen.”
The silence felt heavy between the two of them.
 They had met a couple of hours before, when the new Tevinter ambassador had smugly shooed away his colleagues that were chatting around the Commander.
They both needed to speak and they both knew they gave their best if some chess game was involved.
So, they played.
Dorian spoke quietly again, tapping one finger on the luxurious chess board “Well, I admit I forced her to show me her hand. When you wrote me the first time I thought you were a bit paranoid. Now, I regret you didn’t write me earlier.”
The mage moved his pawn “Do not think I’m blaming you, of course. I’m furious with the stupid me.”
The Commander opened his mouth, his eyes gentle, but Dorian shook one hand vehemently “Please, don’t. I’m a Mage. And a very good one. I should have known that an ancient magic such as that damned Anchor is couldn’t just stay quietly carved on her flesh forever. Visante kaffas, I have been so stupid!”
“Nobody could foresee this, Dorian. Nobody. I’m sure Demetra told you the same.”
“Actually she told me to stop being silly and give her another cup of tea.”
Both the men forced a smile.
“How is she doing, Cullen?”
“She…” he stopped, staring at the chessboard. He couldn’t say aloud again what she had said him not later than six weeks ago – six weeks and five days ago, most precisely. He couldn’t. Dorian had the right to know, though.
“She is fighting the Anchor, but she’s not sure who will win.”
Dorian sighed heavily, pinching his nose in a poor attempt to hide his reddened eyes “We’ll save her, Cullen, even if I had to invent a spell myself bargaining with all the spirits in the Fade.”
Cullen looked at him, his throat painfully clenched.
“Thank you.”
It was all he managed to say and it was insufficient to express his gratitude towards Dorian. Towards his friend.
Dorian understood and nodded anyway.
“I told her she shouldn’t be here, wasting her time with this useless, ungrateful bunch of people.” the Mage hissed “She should take care of herself better.”
“I told her the same” the Commander captured Dorian’s Hero of Ferelden “But Demetra helped Thedas’ people while they suspected her of destroying the Conclave, calling her an abomination. She’s not going to act any different now that she carries the Inquisitor title.”
“I bet she also doesn’t want to put Leliana in a more precarious position.”
“That, too.”
“I warned her that nobody was going to thank her,” Dorian sighed conquering a position near Cullen’s Divine “And I fucking hate being right. But this? An Exalted Council against the only person who stood up between Corypheus and the world? This is beyond ingratitude. It’s monstrous.”
A silent nod was all that Cullen could add.
Cassandra had said something along that line, in a more colorful way. Varric, the same. Sera had already menaced to kill at least thirty nobles and twenty diplomats. The Iron Bull and Thom Ranier hadn’t spoken very much, but they escorted their Inquisitor silently daring people to say something wrong, as Demetra greeted people here and there.
Vivienne had been kind enough to keep away from the Inquisitor the most problematic guests, while Josephine took care of being the first to talk with the ones who would like very much spat their venom in the Inquisitor’s face. Cole had asked Maryden to sing Demetra’s favorite song and Leliana, though bounded to her role, had sent in her bedroom fresh flowers, trustworthy servants, useful information about the ones who still sided with the Inquisition and a giant box of the finest Orlesian chocolate.
Demetra had wept in Cullen’s arms “I’m so lucky to have all of you. As long as you still trust me, I’m alright.”
Dorian cleared his throat “Speaking about messy things, I heard there was quite a problem with the bedrooms when the Inquisition arrived.”
The Commander couldn’t stop the blush, but Dorian’s grin was full of pride “Well done, Cullen!”
“So everybody knows about my change of quarters?”
“Are you kidding me? The Commander of the Inquisition army that takes his luggage, ignores the outraged Chamberlain and marches in the Inquisitor’s quarters declaring that he will stay there, messing with thousands of years of protocol? My friend, you are a legend.”
Cullen shrugged “Demetra agreed and I’m not going to leave her alone just because a useless etiquette told me so.”
“Of course! I can already hear the minstrels singing about the Lion of the Inquisition who marched in his beloved Inquisitor room and took her in his strapping arms before kissing…”
“Yes, thank you, Dorian, I get the concept.” Cullen shivered, making him laugh. A sincere one.
“And I didn’t kiss her in front of everybody! I just told them to go to bother someone else.”
“So no kisses? Not even a little one?” Dorian pouted.
Cullen tried to not grin “I didn’t say that.”
Dorian winked at him “Your admirers will be heartbroken to have the ultimate confirmation that you’re not available.”
Cullen smiled “Finally! Maybe they’ll stop to send crows asking me to marry this countess or that noble.”
Dorian tipped his head on the side “Since we’re speaking about this, let me ask you a thing: are you going to ask her to marry you?”
“Yes.”
No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just fierce firm belief.
“Good. Soon?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a plan?”
“Not anymore. I had one, but now I suppose I need another one.”
“Do you have a ring?”
“I was going in Denerim to buy one when all of this happened.”
Dorian nodded again, stopping their match, and fishing something out of his pocket. Cullen took the delicate box from his hands with a perplexed frown. When he opened it, he couldn’t hold back a surprised sound: laying against soft velvet, a couple of golden rings glittered under the afternoon sun. Inside the biggest one, it was carved “Demetra & Cullen”. In the other one, he read “Cullen & Demetra”. A line of minuscule arabesques in the external part made them two little masterpieces of gold-working.
Before he could speak, Dorian smiled, quiet and sincere “In my Country, it’s the best friend of a bride or a groom that buys the wedding bands. Now, since you don’t have a lot of friends that can  be better than me and I’m quite sure Demetra loves me as much as I love her, allow me to follow one of the few traditions that I’m still proud to.”
Cullen’s thanks were too full of emotion to be as much eloquent as he wished, but they were sincere in every bit. And Dorian winked at him “One last thing: I won’t tell you to take care of her. I have no doubt you will because she’s lovely and you don’t want that an angry Magister sets your ass on fire.”
Cullen smiled, but he knew Dorian was deadly serious.
His friend continued “What I want you to promise me is that the two of you will do the impossible to be happy together. That you will treasure what you two have and you will fight to keep it alive. Life can be hard even for people who love each other as you two do, but you have something precious. Treasure it.”
“I will. We will, I promise on my life.”
“Good. And now, let’s finish this game. I want to take back some Tevinter pride and kick that awesome Fereldan ass of your.”
Cullen chuckled, putting the precious box with the rings safely in his pocket “Good luck with that. And… thank you, Dorian.”



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Nobody Like You. CEO series.

Song by Little Mix


I’m alive if living’s just a beating heart
‘Cause we won’t admit we’ve taken it too far
I know it’s love ‘cause I will always be the first
To start making up excuses when it hurts


But I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone again
And all I want, all I want is to feel again

Harry was a busy man–a CEO and CFO of his own company. He was always on the go and usually he would make time for you. But, eventually that wore down.

You didn’t remember the exact moment that your relationship with Harry started to wear thin. The way things happened was slowly and gradually and before you knew it, things were far too broken to fix. Harry was slipping through your fingertips and there was nothing you could do anymore. He was falling–falling for places you have never had the pleasure of knowing-for the people you could never meet and it was killing you.

It was another date night that Harry skipped. You were beyond confused as to why he stopped coming to them, why he stopped calling or texting to the fact he wasn’t going to be able to make it. Date nights were never extravagant–especially this one. You were at home with Chinese food takeout and some romcoms that Harry was dying to see. But, where was Harry?

Harry was anywhere but, by your side. Harry was missing so much in your life that you had to start making excuses in front of your friends. Two months ago, you had gotten a promotion at work. All your friends had gathered to celebrate for you at Mike’s pub and grill. Harry was nowhere to be seen. You had called him and left him a voicemail saying he should come by and celebrate for an hour or too. Which was nothing serious, and yet he didn’t show. Leaving you having to make up excuses as to why your boyfriend if 3 years isn’t around anymore at important things. “He can’t make it, meetings with clients, I guess…”

It was a week ago that you had a dinner with your parents to celebrate your birthday and also your parents getting a new house. Harry was supposed to attend, but once again he was a no-show. There was no call or text or anything to let you know he was sorry or he was running late. You could feel your heart breaking every day. All you could of think to tell your parents was that Harry got sick at work and was making it up to you tomorrow with a day out.

So here you were, another small unimportant date night gone unnoticed and unappreciated. You sat on your couch, stared at a black screen, and wondered, “How long have I felt this empty?” All you wanted was to feel again.

Strong, a side of me you never found
'Cause you only see me when my guard is down
And it’s wrong, and I hate that it’s the truth
But I only like myself when I’m with you

The next day you went to his office, the secretary let you in with ease. When you entered his office. He wasn’t busy with work what’s so ever. He was staring out his window. You timidly walked in. All the courage you had worked up is now sprinting away from you. His gaze was intense. It usually softened when you were in the room.

“H-hi Harry.” He was unresponsive. “I wanted to talk to you. S-sorry for barging in.” Still nothing. “I think I am gonna move out. Your hardly there anymore and I don’t feel like bugging you with my life and presence anymore.”

You were met with pure and dreadful silence. You looked down at your shoes and nodded. It was clear that he has nothing to sayy to you. “I will be out of your hair, hopefully by tomorrow afternoon. I will sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.” Still nothing. “Why, Harry? Have I upset you the past 3 months? You know I would do anything for you. I would change completely for you.” You start to lose any control of your emotions now, “I can be quiet. I won’t talk as loudly or laugh as loudly. I won’t ask for so much of you anymore. Just tell me, please!”


And once again a heartwrenching silence. You know you shouldn’t but you just lose self control–all your morals are out the window. You thought you would never do it to him. To anyone. But especially him. You walk up to him and slap him, “Don’t you care enough to tell me? To fight back? To fight for me?” He turned his face a little, but after that still silence. You couldn’t take it anymore. You stormed out of his office and back to your apartment to get ready to leave the love of your life for good. You really wished he still wanted you. He had helped you in so many ways. He was the one who helped you love yourself. You had learned to like your reflection–it was your personality you had issues with. You had always thought that maybe you were too loud and too opinionated. You saw yourself as bossy and annoying. Harry had told you he loved hearing your laugh, your witch cackle of a laugh. He told you that he loved listening to your opinions and watching your work ethic. But, with his absences, all you could think was, “he probably had enough of me”. Truth was you only like the version of yourself when you were with him. He made you a caring, relaxed, happier version of you. 

There’s nobody like you, nobody like you, nobody like you
I’ve tried “goodbye” a hundred times, not one of them true
Nobody like you, (nobody like you) nobody like you (nobody like you)
I’m screaming, “I don’t want you” but you know that I do

Days of you spending the night in a hotel were getting to you. The sweet things Harry once said to you were on a loop in your head. You missed him with every breath you took. You only felt pain and regret. You wished you hadn’t lost your cool, you wished you didn’t laid a hand on his precious face, and most importantly you wished you didn’t lose him in the first place.

Days in the hotel turned into months in a mediocre apartment that didn’t have proper heater.  You really hadn’t realized how much you had depended on Harry. All your friends were encouraging you to go out and maybe mingle. But, you couldn’t help but compare everyone to Harry. He was forever in your mind. No one made you laugh like he did. No one sang in the shower like he did. No one prance around little kids like he did. No one was as beautiful. There was nobody like him. Harry was the perfect man. This had made you wonder what you had done to hurt him, what did you do to push him away? You didn’t know what to do anymore. Often, you had found yourself wondering the streets, listening to soft ballads through your ear buds.

Each ballad felt like a warm hug from him. Your heart continued to yearn for him. You’d never thought you would see him again. That is why you were shocked when he showed up at your apartment.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (31)

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Part 31 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

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  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 3,500 (Maybe a little more or less)


Sehun’s P.O.V.

He gripped the knife lightly in his hand staring in fury at Y/N and Minseok. He tried so hard to push the thought of Minseok moving on from him away. He wanted so hard to believe that Yixing was lying about what he interrupted the night he saw them kissing. But it was all true, if he hadn’t walked in on them now how far would they have gone. Sehun closed his eyes tightly he was disgusted by her and ashamed of Minseok. Why was he investing all of his love and time into her, he barely knew her, why was he acting as though his life depended on her existence?

“Sehun how the fuck did you get here? How do you know about this place?” Minseok hissed at him, taking a step in front of Y/N and pushing her back gently.

“I followed you here, how else? I saw you both sneaking out of the house. Funny though Minseok isn’t it? you show her this place, but you never brought me here.” He scoffed. “Some best friend you are, huh? Putting a whore before me.”

Minseok rolled his eyes at Sehun.
“Stop reaching for issues Sehun and she’s not a whore.”

There he went again. Defending her.
Sehun’s blood was pumping and his heart was beating wildly. Since he came to the house Minseok always took care of him, it was as though he had raised him, he had been a mother to him, he was his best friend. In fact, the bond ran deeper then just a friendship, Minseok was his family and the only person he truly ever wanted and needed by his side. The other guys were nice, there was no doubt about it, but Minseok was different, he had taken him under his wing and shown him as much affection as he could. Over the years he gave him the attention he needed and craved, there was no way he was going to let her take that away from him. He walked closer to them, knife still held tightly in his hand. He had no remorse for what he was about to do, he just needed to get rid of the enemy and that’s exactly what she was.

“Sehun…” Minseok whispered, putting his arm forwards towards him trying to warn him to not come closer, but there was only so much authority he possessed when he was without a weapon.
“Sehun this doesn’t need to happen.”

He laughed darkly at Minseok, why he was wasting his breath on trying to stop him he didn’t know. He was already in a crazed state and he would kill even if it was the last thing he would do on earth. Minseok was his, not hers.
He pushed Minseok out of the way rushing towards her with the knife.

“Sehun stop!” Minseok regained his balance and ran back in her direction.
But he had already pushed the knife forward.

“Ah fuck!” Minseok hissed.

Sehun stared down, his eyes widening in shock and fear. There was a cut on Minseok’s arm, he got the wrong person.  He dropped the knife on the grass quickly grabbing Minseok’s hand in his, inspecting the cut. He began crying, he had hurt the person who had meant the absolute most to him in life.

“Fuck…” Minseok hissed, looking down at his arm. “Stop crying Sehun, it’s not deep it’ll heal in no time.” He snatched his arm out of Sehun’s grip and walked backwards in front of her. “Sehun if you kill her I won’t forgive you for it.”

He wiped the tears from his eyes with his fingers, now his whole body was shaking with hate and rage. After he had just stabbed Minseok, after he had just injured him, all Minseok could still think about was that stupid bitch.

“Why does she matter more than me?!” Sehun screamed, picking his knife up back from the grass and pointing it towards her direction. “Why do you care so much about her? I’ve already lost you to her Minseok, emotionally and mentally. Why can’t you see that?! When did I become so insignificant to you, why the fuck are you doing this to me?!” He threw his knife towards the far end of the garden, causing it to stick into the wooden fence.

“Stop Sehun! You’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

He didn’t care he didn’t want to hear it anymore. He would get his revenge somehow. He just had to wait for the right time. He spun around, racing out of the house without turning back.

Minseok was his, not hers.


Y/N’s P.O.V.

“So can you explain to me why the fuck she’s here again?” Junmyeon seethed, looking at Tao through angry eyes.

“Shh, keep your voice down Myeon, she’ll hear you. Red said he was taking too long with his request so he shot her mum as a warning, what else could he do? He couldn’t just leave her. Christ, everything’s getting messy. Ughhh. You realise we’re going to have to keep everything in this place PG right?”
Junmyeon rolled his eyes, banging his fist against the wall in frustration, walking into the living room with a fake smile plastered on his face he took a seat beside Kris.
A cute little girl the age of three was bouncing on his lap, with a stuffed zebra plushie in her hand. She looked up curiously at Junmyeon, trying to make sense of the face in front of her.

“Hi sweetheart, what’s your name?” Junmyeon gave her a plastic smile, he really had no idea how to treat a child and this situation was less than ideal. She looked up at her dad, wondering if she should reply to this stranger.

“It’s okay sweetie, you can tell him your name.” Kris planted a kiss on the top of her head.

“Ara.” Her voice was so sweet and delicate, and reduced everyone in the room to soft piles of slush, apart from Sehun and Junmyeon.

“Well you’re going to have to give daddy some space right now, he’s quite busy since I need to talk to him” Junmyeon said through clenched teeth, looking up at Kris. Kris sighed, lifting Ara off of his lap and handing her over to Minseok who was holding her extremely awkwardly over his lap. Ara looked up at Minseok apprehensively.

“I don’t know what to do with a kid, take her back.” Minseok, held her at arms length but Kris had already left the room.
The child’s eyebrows began to crease.

“Ahhh no…” Minseok breathed.

Her face crumpled slowly.

“No don’t. Don’t do that.”

Suddenly she burst out into tears, her face turning red. Her lungs were much bigger than she looked because she was very loud. Minseok shook his head in a panic, still holding her at arms length unsure of what to do with her.

“What do I do with it? It won’t stop.” He shook her slightly, only making her crying worse.

“For goodness sakes Minseok, give her to me. And it’s not an ‘it’ it’s a her and she’s a baby.” Yixing stood up from his seat, taking Ara from Minseok’s awkward hold and bouncing her up and down as he held her against his chest.
“That’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay. Shh-shh there’s no need to cry, daddy will be back soon.”He began rubbing her back slowly, still bouncing her up and down at a steady rhythm her sobs gradually reducing as she burrowed her head into his chest, she was only sniffling now. The rest of the men breathed out in relief, thank God she was no longer crying.

“Wow Yixing. Didn’t know you were such a mum.” Chanyeol laughed, looking at Ara in amazement, she was calm now and was slowly falling into a silent slumber.

Yixing put his fingers to his lips. “You’ll wake her.” He mouthed, exiting the room with the infant in his hands.

“Well that was really weird.” You spoke up, talking to nobody in particular. “What is she doing here?”

“Red killed her mum, It must be a warning for Kris to get his shit together and get rid of Baekhyun sometime soon, or he’ll go for Ara next.”
You nodded, looking over at Baekhyun, his face was blank. He got up and left the room, but you could tell something was off. You excused yourself too, following him into the hallway.

“Baekhyun are you okay?” You asked, placing a light and comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you sadly, and that told you everything you needed to know. You pulled him into a hug making sure it lingered a while so he could receive as much comfort as you could physically offer him.

“Red’s really out to kill me Y/N. How many  more people need to get hurt because of me. First Soo, now Ara’s mother. Maybe I should just hand myself in. If it wasn’t for me she’d still have a mother and Kyungsoo wouldn’t be…you know.”

You shook your head violently, forcing Baekhyun to look at you. “Listen none of this is your fault Baekhyun, it’s that sick bastard’s fault, so don’t you dare blame yourself. You should get some sleep it will do you some good, okay?.” You said patting him on the back and watching him walk slowly up the stairs to his room. You walked back into the living room and you could feel Sehun’s eyes burning into the back of your skull. You took a seat beside Minseok which in all honestly was an extremely stupid choice. Were you trying to wind Sehun up?

“Hey what happened to your arm?” Jongdae asked, pointing at Minseok’s cut. You looked up at Sehun who was biting his lip nervously and looking at Minseok with an expression which you were guessing was fear.

“Oh, I was practicing something with my knives, it went a bit wrong.” He frowned, leaning back in his space next to you, why didn’t he just expose Sehun. He was mental he deserved to be exposed. You looked at him in confusion but diverted your gaze when you felt Sehun staring at you again.

“Can someone take me upstairs? I’m tired.” Kyungsoo said, looking down at his hands. He was still embarrassed by his condition and the fact that he was dependent on everyone but he was taking it in his stride.

“Actually I think it’s time we all go to sleep.” Chanyeol said, standing to his feet and stretching
“It’s been a pretty long day. It’s like 2.A.M. anyway; we need to discuss assassinating Red tomorrow in more detail.”
The rest of the men nodded in agreement and stood up, you stood up too making your way to the door and rushing up the stairs, in all honesty you were extremely tired.
But an hour later and you still couldn’t sleep. It was dead silent in the house and so this meant that thoughts were buzzing crazily around in your head which you couldn’t control. You were wondering if the dynamics of the house would change for the better now that Ara was here, but you couldn’t help thinking how inconvenient it all was, especially since the boys were preparing for their biggest mission yet. You closed your eyes in an attempt to force yourself to sleep, but then you heard your door opening. You opened your eyes slowly, looking to the other end of your room. Jolting upwards and scooting back towards your head board you stifled a scream.

It was Sehun.

He was holding a knife.

“And if you even think about screaming I’ll slit your throat.” He stepped inside closing the door behind him and sliding the lock. “You’re really stupid; you know there’s a lock here for a reason. Although I guess it doesn’t matter because I would’ve just kicked the door in.” He smirked sadistically, walking closer to where you were. You tried pressing your body further up against your bed, but you couldn’t move any further backwards. He spun the knife around in his hand, staring at the shiny blade.

“I could kill you right now you know, but then Minseok would never forgive me would he?” He advanced in your direction, closer and closer. Until he was breathing right on top of you. You couldn’t scream even if you wanted too, because you were too paralysed and your breath was caught in your throat. He brought the blade down to your head, slicing off a lock of your hair and stuffing it into your mouth, causing you to splutter it out onto your duvet.
“So I’ve made my mind up.” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath almost making you vomit. “You’re going to stop talking to Minseok Y/N. Or I’ll kill him. If I can’t have him then no one can. I’ll kill him first and then I’ll kill myself after.” He planted a kiss on your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth out of spite. Your skin was crawling. He was a bitter, sick and twisted man and it was only now that you were really beginning to see it properly.

“You’d never dream of doing that. That’s cheap talk. You’re bluffing.” You breathed, you were scared of him and you wanted him to leave more than anything.

“Oh am I?” He smirked at you. Then his face went blank, standing up straight he walked over to the side of the room that the door was on. Placing one hand on the wall, he raised the hand that he was holding the knife and drove the blade into his palm. He shouted out in pain. You screamed, grabbing your duvet closer to your body and shutting your eyes tightly.
“Trust me…” He panted and winced in pain, looking you dead in the eye. “If I’m crazy enough to do this to myself…arghhh…. then I’m capable of doing anything.”

You shook your head and began crying, not because you felt sorry for him, but because you were in the same room as a psycho and you couldn’t even scream for help.

“Sehun, you’re fucking crazy. You need help!”

“No… arghh… no… the only thing I need… is Minseok to stay by my side and protect me forever and always. He’s been my rock…fuck… he’s been a mum to me…and you think you can take my guardian away from me? Who do you think you are bitch?” He pulled the knife out of his palm, groaning in pain. He walked to the door and unlocked it.

“Breathe a word of tonight to anyone, and I promise you…I’ll fucking kill Chanyeol too.” He slipped out of your room quietly leaving you alone in darkness and fear. The silence had never been so loud in all your life and your heart was beating wildly. What were you to do? The craziest part was you knew that Sehun would do it.


You woke up around midday hoping it had all been a dream, but you were assured by Sehun’s blood on your wall that it wasn’t. You walked to the bathroom shaken up and freshened yourself, you slowly walked down the stairs to get some breakfast. Mostly everyone was in the kitchen apart from Kyungsoo, Junmyeon and Baekhyun. You looked at the right end of the dining table, to see Sehun staring at you coldly his palm was bandaged and he was sitting next to Minseok.

“Sehun, what happened to your hand?” Jongin asked, standing up to put the milk back in the fridge.

“Hmm? Oh, just practice with knives gone wrong.” He winked at you subtly so only you could see.

“You aswell?” Jongin scoffed.
You sat at the table trying to focus your attention on Kris who was feeding Ara and Yixing trying to keep her entertained as he was doing so.

“Oi Minseok, we should go do some training together, hmm?” Sehun said, elbowing Minseok lightly in the side.

“Why?” Minseok frowned, scooping his cereal up into his mouth and staring at you in frustration, you turned your head away.

“What do you mean why? Why not Min? We always train together, besides it’ll be fun, hmm?”

“I’d rather not Sehun.”

Sehun frowned, looking down at the slice of toast in his hand and violently ripping a bite out of it.
You decided you weren’t hungry anymore and exited the kitchen; you began walking towards the living room when you felt a hand grip your wrist. You turned around and were staring into the face of Minseok.

“Hey why are you ignoring me? I’ve tried giving you eye contact so many times this morning. You keep on disregarding me. I thought we made up at mine yesterday, or did the kiss mean nothing to you at all?” He half hissed half whispered keeping a strong hold on your wrist. You were about to say something when Sehun walked towards the two of you. You grabbed your wrist out of Minseok’s hand and took a step backwards towards the staircase. Sehun frowned looking at the both of you, clearing his throat.

“Minseok, I’m going shopping. You coming?”

“No. We all went out the other day, why would I need to go again now?” Minseok grunted keeping his eyes trained on you but you disappeared up the stairs. Lingering in the hallway, you stood just outside of your door so that you could eavesdrop and hear what was being said.

“Hey I’m going to watch a film, come watch it with me Min?” Sehun pleaded.

“What the fuck did you say to her Sehun why is she ignoring me? I know you have something to do with this.”
You inched a bit closer to the top step so you could hear them clearer, you could just about see their legs from where you were stood.

You heard Sehun laughing in disbelief, shifting from one foot to another. “I’m talking about us and you’re bringing her into it. God Minseok, you’re so obsessed.”

“No Sehun you’re obsessed!” Minseok hissed, you saw his feet taking a step closer towards Sehun’s. “You’re fucking obsessed with me Sehun and you need to realise that. But I guess this is my fault, for spoon feeding you constantly and making you reliant on me, for being around you too much. You’re a grown man now Sehun! Not the kid you used to be and you need to fucking realise that you don’t need to be so far up my fucking ass anymore! I fucking like her, you know I do, why are you sabotaging this shit for me, huh?! You say I’m like you’re brother, like your mum yet here you are, hindering my pleasure. Don’t you want me to be fucking happy Sehun?! I’ve been through so much in life why the fuck are you being like this. You’re being childish, grow up Sehun you’re a man! Even Kris’ fucking child is more mature than you’re behaving. Are you seriously trying to gain my attention like this; day in day out?! You know none of the boys in the house mean as much to me as you do?!” There was silence for a moment until you heard Sehun speak up.

“No the boys don’t, but she does. Don’t you fucking understand Minseok, you’re all I have. My dad never cared, I lost my mum. We lost Luhan. Now I’m losing you…to her! It’s not fair. You are all I have left and if I lose you now I may aswell be dead. How can an infant cope without it’s mother? I thought you cared about me more than you do. You tell her things you don’t tell me, you take her to places you’ve never showed me. You let her in and you’re shutting me out! How is that fucking fair. You’re neglecting me Minseok.”

“But I’m not your fucking mother Sehun and I never will be!”
You heard Sehun gasp and saw his feet take a step backwards away from Minseok’s.
“Listen Sehun. I feel like I practically raised and this bond is nice, I’ll never neglect you, but you need to give me some space. You’re suffocating me. And yes I treat you both differently, but the love I have for you is different to what I have for her. This is brotherly whilst with her it’s desire and something more, I don’t know…”

Sehun laughed sarcastically. “So love her now do you?”

“No that’s not what I meant Sehun I’m just trying to explain the difference in the relationship. Stop being difficult and let me live, I deserve that much don’t I?”

Another pause.

“I know you’re listening!” You heard Sehun shout, it seemed as though he was talking to you.
“Don’t worry you can fucking have him! He doesn’t care enough to need me anymore; I’m not worth shit to him. I hope you can make him happier than I ever could, clearly my job wasn’t enough.” You saw Sehun’s feet turn away and walk to words the front door.

“That’s not what I said. Sehun wait. Wait! For fuck sake. Sehun!”

You heard the front door slam shut.



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Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Words: 3147


A/N : and now everyone: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE AND THIS IS NOT EDITED. Please keep that in mind. There are probably some mistakes.

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