he felt so betrayed

owlsarereallycute  asked:

Hello, I don't know if you do DA2 but I would like to request the companions reacting to mage Hawke being in a secret relationship with Meredith

Anders: he is disgusted “after all that she has done to people like us?!” He yells, he has never felt so betrayed in his life, whatever respect he once had for Hawke is now gone.

Verric: “well, shit” is all he can say. He didn’t expect that twist at all, and he’s more confused than anything.

Isebela: she is very upset with Hawke and is curious to know how their relationship even started.

Fenris: what? He was was confused, even more than verric. He didn’t understand how someone who hates mages could be with a mage who fought so strongly for their freedoms. His opinions on Hawke did change when he found out.

Merrill: she doesn’t understand at all, why would Hawke be involved with someone like Meredith? What did they get out of this? She is very upset by the situation.

Aveline: she is confused like everyone else, was Hawke serious? She hopes that they will make the right choices regardless of their relationship.

Sebastian: he was shocked to put it simply, how did something this crazy even happen!? He tries to understand it but can’t and he becomes upset.

Carver: he was surprised when he found out, were they talking about the Hawke he was thinking about, the one who he knows has some strong opinions on mages being free? He is more confused than upset.

Bethany: she didn’t get it, at least a hundred questions were running through her head, why? How? When? What? She didn’t have any words to say about the matter and didn’t talk about the situation.

Shiro Headcanons
  • Watched Inuyasha as a kid. And Naruto. Lots of 90s/00s shonen anime, actually, which is a good seven decades old to him.
    • Really misses coffee.
    • May or may not have a soft spot for Irish Coffee.
    • Don’t tell Commander Holt, he’d be disappointed 
  • Once set a pot of water on fire in the Castle’s kitchen and then blamed it on Keith when Hunk asked for an explanation.
    • “The Red Lion is pretty well-aligned to fire, so it might give its paladin some abilities in that regard.”
    • Keith has never felt so betrayed.
  • He can waltz, but that’s about it for ballroom dances. Every time he tries something faster, or with even a hint of syncopation, he trips over his own feet.
    • Allura thinks it’s funny.
    • He can somehow breakdance, though? Everyone is very ??? about this.
      • “HOW?”
        “I mean, it’s not choreographed, so…”
        “That doesn’t exactly explain anything!”
  • One time, Coran caught him just standing in an empty room and screaming while holding his head between his hands. Not because of a flashback of anything, just screaming wordlessly at a wall for stress release. They don’t talk about it.
  • Can do a catwalk strut. In five-inch heels. He’s proven it to the team but still hasn’t explained why, when, or how he learned to do it.
  • Can flirt extraordinarily well for a mission. Cannot flirt with someone he’s actually interested in to save his life, unless it’s literally to save his life.
  • Almost instituted a swear jar out of sheer annoyance with the paladins deliberately misusing curse words, but relented when Keith suggested they also make an ‘unnecessary death jokes’ jar.
    • “It was one time, Keith. I don’t make that many jokes.”
    • “The last time Hunk asked if you were craving something, both you and Lance said ‘the sweet release of death.’ You make so many morbid jokes that you’ve infected Lance! Lance! He’s, like, the peppiest guy in existence!”
  • Has considered trying to challenge Hunk to an arm-wrestling contest.
    • Hasn’t actually gone through with it.
  • Once mistook Pidge for Matt while super dazed right after coming out of a cryopod. They haven’t talked about it.
  • Had to bargain with Coran for shaving supplies. Coran thinks that Shiro should be growing out his facial hair. Shiro vehemently disagrees.

miraculous-katsukii  asked:

a writing prompt please? victuuri grocery shop au!! ;D

s/o to @forovnix and everyone on the discord chat, and also @targetretales because we’re completely yoinking the setup of that blog for this hilarity


Things that Happened to Me Today at History Maker Market, by Viktor Nikiforov

-A man came to my counter with thirteen bunches of bananas. Thirteen. I think he is living in a maths problem. I didn’t have the heart to inform him, though.

-I gave a set of stickers to three triplets named after figure skating jumps. They were quite delighted by my offering and proceeded to stick them all over their faces. This never fails to bring me joy.

-A lady came in with killer cheekbones and a glare full of daggers. She asked me where the deli is, and I pointed her towards Chris. No one better to help her than the master of meats, of course. However, after she left, Chris’s only remark about her was “mark me down as scared and horny”. I concur with this observation.

-A little girl came skipping down aisle five in a dress that I can only describe as “floating fairytale princess dream explosion”. I want this dress more than anything else in the world right now.

-Yuri Plisetsky, who once bought twelve pounds of kitty litter from this very store, is in charge of samples today. I made the mistake of laughing at his hair net and now he refuses to let me sample the microwaveable wontons that he’s giving out. I feel excluded.

-A man asked me on my break if I wanted to buy some shoes. I was tempted, until I noticed that the samples he offered were Prada knockoffs, and I felt so utterly betrayed that I walked off without another word. 

-Had a very intense discussion with a young boy about the outcome of a shark versus bear cage fight. He argued for the shark, so I had to defend the bear’s honour. I am not sure who was the victor by the end, as his mother pulled him away as soon as I finished her checkout.

-A teenage girl came through my counter with mentos and Coke. I suspect I know what her plans are for the rest of the day, and I applaud her.

-Finally, the absolute highlight of my day: a cute young man walked into the store at around 4 in the afternoon. He had on a t-shirt reading “Touchbook” and a set of jeans so sinful that I could have sworn they were painted onto his perfect, perfect butt. He asked me where the dairy was. I said that his “butter half was right here”, and he laughed. I am certain that when he laughs, angels are born. Alas, I was not at the counter so I could not do his checkout. But I did check him out whenever I walked past him. 

My Dearest

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on „Imagine Loki’s reaction when you go to visit him in his cell for the first time. He’s expecting you to be happy to see your husband again but instead you start yelling and swearing at him. That’s when Loki remembers why he married you – you always speak your mind.” by @imaginemarveluniverse

[Masterlist]


If the storm could take the form of any imaginable thing, you would be its first choice.

You only needed one icy glance at the guards to be let inside the prison that was located in the cold depths of the palace. They must have been warned though, that you might want to make a visit to one of their newest inmates, that just happened to be your husband. Who had promised, even swore on his life that he would not try anything until you came back from your trip. And the same one who should have been sitting on his ass, politely killing some time. Time, not people.

The frigid claws of fury closed around you. You felt your magic flowing through your veins and it probably showed a little, but at the time, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Where is he?” you growled to the closest guard, who was standing at the corner of a long corridor full of cells. You didn’t even have to say who you were looking for, as everyone in the kingdom knew about the most recent events.

The man visibly paled, forcing himself to stay still and not take a step back from your fierce figure as if you could scald him with a single breath.

“This way, on the left side,” he said, not looking you straight in the eyes.

“Thank you, darling.”

Loki frowned, a crease forming between his eyebrows, when he heard an unexpected noise from the other prisoners. The guards kept an eye on them most of the time, not letting anyone start any riots.

He stood up from his small cot, not capable of holding back his curiosity, and moved to the edge of his cell, buzzing from the energy keeping him inside. Loki’s mouth formed a wide smile the moment he recognized your silhouette. It’s been months since the last time you met due to your trip, and he almost forgot how stunning you could become with loose locks of hair flowing behind you and a confident look adorning your features, just as if you owned every marble stone you were stepping at. You were a princess even before he married you.

Loki opened his mouth.

“Shut it before you even start or I may lose the tiny bit of self-control I still have left!” you snapped, taking him off guard.

If one could set people on fire with a mere  glare, you would definitely master this ability. Two guards stopped a few feet from you, not sure if they should interfere or not.

You didn’t care.

“I come back home after a very long, very lonely trip, expecting at least a warm welcome, maybe  a feast or a fancy dinner, and what do I get instead? The whole palace is talking only about my dear love, who came up with a brilliant idea of treason, mass murder, and starting a regular war on the Earth. Did I forget about anything? Oh, right. You didn’t even bother to tell me anything!” you shouted out the last sentence, shutting up the whole corridor. Every prisoner was looking at your fragile little figurine in a wonderful dress that didn’t hide your true self anymore.

Loki smirked. He missed you.

“Darling, I don’t think it would be a good idea to write out plans like that in a simple letter…”

“But you think it’s okay to not even inform me of your plans, so I have to hear everything from your own mother, your brother, and all of my servants?!” your voice echoed through the stone walls.

“This is not a good place for a conversation like this…”

“Really? What a surprise – I actually thought that being a prisoner meant no leaving your cell. I’m so stupid, aren’t I? I made the same mistake as last time, when I thought being together meant no secrets!”

Loki took a deep breath, raising his hands in a calming gesture, even though he would calm down a real storm easier than you. Feeling all eyes on the two of you didn’t help either.

“I made some mistakes, I’ll admit,  and I am truly sorry for what happened…”

“You are only sorry because you didn’t succeed,” you shook your head.

“I am not…”

“Don’t you even start with those sad eyes, I’m over it!”

Loki wanted to say something, but stopped. You were mad at him and you had every right to be. But  at the same time, you still loved him – Loki could see it in the way you looked at him, in the way you clenched your fists and in the way your lips trembled. And you were his, with your anger, your fierceness and your honesty. You would never lie to him and that’s why you felt so betrayed by his behavior.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a different tone.

You threw him a furious look.

“We are not done yet.”

“I know. Thank you for that.”

some dumb headcanons

Armin:

  • As a kid he used to have short spikey hair because his life goal was becoming Sonic the Hedgehog.
  • He sings only the most girly k-pop songs in the most high-pitched voice possible whenever he is out of his room. Alexy always tells him “Even I am not THAT gay”
  • He doesn’t use internet memes, he uses his own and tries to get people to use them too: most are dumb photos of Rocket or his friends’ derp faces photoshopped into viral memes.
  • He had this super crush on his primary teacher. When she announced that she had to leave because she was pregnant he felt so betrayed he stood up and screamed so hard in the middle of class he peed his pants. Still disappointed.
  • Watches hentai for the character development.
  • Loves shitty ass films
  • After shitting he will call poor Alexy to the bathroom to “come admire his art”

Castiel:

  • He went through the most cringey emo phase. He feels FEAR anytime someone mentions myspace. He has worked REALLY HARD to get out of it and will absolutely KILL anyone who dares to dig up his old past. 
  • He met Lys at one of those emo meet-ups.
  • The only thing he is afraid of is blood. He gets light-headed when girls get period stains  Will never admit tho
  • Has a gigantic film collection.
  • Personally offended MCR is still not back together.
  • Was the biggest mama boy till emo phase hit. He still kinda is, but only if the two of them are alone.
  • Loves watching clouds, more so if it’s about to rain.

Lysander:

  • Is really scared of butterflies. Not bugs, just butterflies. Don’t ask why. But he will run for his LIFE if one approaches him.
  • He is not good with animals, specially small ones. He is always scared of hurting them.
  • Messiest person ever. He is just too busy thinking to bother tidying up. His books will eat him while he sleeps one day.
  • Might or might not have kissed some boys during emo phase
  • High libido.
  • HATES kids. Hate is a strong word, but that’s why he uses it. They are stupid, you can’t reason with them, some can’t read, they don’t have existential crisis… they are not even people.
  • Likes jewels and botanical pictures.

sorry they are shit I wanted to contribute to the fandom lol

(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)

They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.

Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.

The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).

The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.

Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.

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Words: 3,843
Cas x Reader
Warnings: description of injuries, blood
Summary: Y/N patches Cas up after he’s injured.
A/N: angst and FLUFF! This was requested like a year ago, so whoever you are, I hope you are still reading, and thanks for the request!


Your name: submit What is this?

“Get him in!” you urged Sam and Dean. They were each supporting one side of Cas. You slammed the hotel room door behind the trio and rushed in behind them, tossing your bag of gear down and flicking on lights haphazardly.

”Easy,” Dean said as they lowered him to sit down on the bed. “Easy. Okay. You’re alright, Cas. You’re good.”

You grabbed the bag of first aid stuff out of your duffel, carelessly kicking it aside and rushed back to Cas. You glanced over at the brothers who were both worse for wear too. “Dean, your face,” you said, stepping closer to him. “That eyebrow needs stitches,” you said. “Sam—“ Sam was again pressing a hand to his shoulder.

”We’re fine. Just take care of Cas. We’ve got more supplies in our room. We’ll patch each other up,” Sam said. He patted Cas gently on the shoulder and looked alarmed when he only winced and hunched over farther in response.

”What about you?” Dean asked. “You’re gonna be sporting a black-eye tomorrow.”

You waved him off. “I’m fine. Just—come grab me if you guys need help.”

The brothers nodded and limped through the adjoining room door, shutting it quietly behind them.

”Y/N…” Cas’ voice was weak and the grit in it was heavier than usual.

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Across the Stars, Chapter 5

Prologue   Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8

AN: Here you are! It’s a day late, but I had some things to take care of last night. I’m so glad you all are enjoying it! I realize this one is a bit shorter, but I felt like the last line was such a perfect place to end it! Don’t forget to like/reblog/reply <3

Rhys cursed under his breath as he stepped into the cool, marble tiled elevator of the ritzy apartment building. He adjusted the lapels of his jacket, blinking away the image he’d seen the night before, blinking away the fact that he hadn’t been able to get that girl from the coffee shop out of his mind while he was on top of Amarantha. It was a terrible, terrible thing that such a beautiful image would pervade such an ugly space, such an ugly event. The last thing in the world that he wanted was to link having sex with Amarantha to the thought of Feyre.

At least she’d allowed him to be the one to show up at Tamlin’s door and warn him of the upcoming deadline. He straightened his shoulders, flexing his hands and setting his mouth into a firm, disinterested line. He hadn’t seen that blond bastard in five years, hadn’t seen him since Amarantha plowed into their lives and grabbed them all by the throats. She hadn’t wanted them to come across each other. She knew they’d rip each other to shreds, and so she’d forbidden them from even crossing paths.

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KLangst Week is here!!! I’m so excited. Today was Unrequited love/unrequited pining. I am a sucker for pining Keith, so here we are. @klangst-week

Rating: T+ for mild swearing

WC: 1,331

AU: Modern, wherein Keith pines over his best friend and is guilty for it


         It was windy. So windy that Keith wondered how Lance stood upright as he did.

    Well, okay, disclaimer. It’s pretty typical of Oklahoma to be windy, and as someone who grew up in the area, Lance was a bit experienced in high winds, Keith supposed. It was crazy, downright insane weather and winds so powerful that Keith wouldn’t be entirely surprised if it was enough to pull brick buildings up off of their foundations.

    In all honestly, Keith was a little afraid that that might just be the case, and Lance’s parent’s house would be blown clean away.

    When Lance roped Keith into watching his parent’s house with him, Keith thought that it would be a fun time; it would just be Keith and his best friend, hanging out in Lance’s childhood home. There were plenty of snacks, the bed Lance put him up in was pure heaven, and the flatscreen they used frequently was fantastic. It was going to be a good time. Hell, it was going to be great!

Well, that’s what Keith tried to trick himself into believing.

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Mystic Messenger Characterisations - Saeran Choi/ Unknown

So, as I did for Yoosung yesterday… I’m going to write some stuff about the characterisation of Unknown/Saeran Choi. @unknown-saeranchoi you wanted to see this, didn’t you? I can’t remember >o<

Again, apologies if it gets ramble-like and stops making sense part way through….

Note: There will be serious secret ending spoilers in this, because most of the things about Saeran which I talk about come up during the secret endings.

[Yoosung]

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• pairing: kim taehyung x oc / kim seokjin x oc
• genre/warnings: angst, adultery, mature themes
• words: 5,368
→ summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
• note. inspired by Dean’s album 130: trbl.

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anonymous asked:

That disconnect on loving/being loved is one of the major conflicts between Cas and Dean (as I see it). Now, this might not be popular but I think Dean did a lot of mistakes in their earlier relationship that has contributed to Cas not getting it now (along with Cas' angelic perspective, of course). Dean is trying like hell to undo some of the damage, kudos to him, but that's why Dean gets in a fit when Cas doesn't answer, risks his life, takes stupid risks and Cas being all "this not ok now?"

Heck okay… Over dinner, Mr. Mittens was talking to me about Scorpion (which he watches and I don’t, really, other than sort of letting him keep me informed about the character dynamics, because I watched the first season with him and it’s nice to know that the various characters are getting along and doing well…)

I do have a point bringing up this completely different TV show, I swear…

The show itself is about this group of geniuses who are all sort of ~socially outcast~ because of their various talents, to the point that most of them had been wanted by various governments for various criminal activity… but they’re all assembled together to solve these sorts of global threat type situations.

The main character is this guy called Walter who’s a supergenius who was arrested for hacking NASA when he was a little kid. So he’s always been on the U.S. Government radar as a potential threat. But he’s not American by birth. This will be important later…

Anyway, in the pilot episode they meet this woman named Paige who was working as a waitress at a diner. She’s just a normal working mom, but she falls in with this group of geniuses because she’s got her own sort of genius: translating humanity for these people who despite being brilliant are sort of “rusty” in the “people skills” department…

So Walter and Paige sort of have this interesting dynamic, and are both attracted to each other, but he’s got like ZERO in the way of people skills or understanding his own feelings, and she thinks she’s got nothing to offer him because she’s just this regular person.

Her son, however, is also brilliant, and Walter helps her to understand her son while she helps him to begin to understand people in general.

At one point Paige discovered that Walter was secretly married to one of the other members of the team, but it was only so he could gain U.S. Citizenship, and she felt betrayed that he’d lied to her about something that big… even though he never had any romantic interest at all in that other character (and all this was only revealed because someone else had asked her to marry them, and she’d kept turning them down, because she couldn’t divorce Walter without him getting deported, but that was supposed to remain a secret… blah blah blah, misunderstandings ensue before the truth finally comes out…)

(ETA: This other character Walter was married to? Her name is Happy.)

Three seasons later, whoops Walter has made a sort of deathbed (drug-induced) love confession to Paige that he didn’t remember making (because drug-induced deathbed confession) BUT IT WAS VIDEOTAPED and then used against him later. When he realized what he’d confessed to her, he began pushing her away.

He found her a “regular” job so she wouldn’t be “in danger” from working with the team anymore, pushing her away emotionally, because he was terrified that now he’d confessed his love to HER that she would use that confession to break his heart. (because why would she love me back…)

Meanwhile she’s angry with HIM for pushing her away because she WANTS to work with the team, and it’s not his job to babysit her…

So Mr. Mittens is telling me this entire sordid tale, and I asked him, “But do you think they’re endgame for each other? Like they’ll eventually get together?” And he’s like “Absolutely. It’s obvious how much they love each other. They just need to communicate.”

And I sat through that entire description from him while eating a pancake like this:

(I have this gif saved as “dean chews judgmentally”)

So you can probably make all the comparisons ever to Dean and Cas through Paige and Walter, because the underlying story is almost beat for beat identical.

So tell me they aren’t writing this as a romance.

RIVERDALE 1X06 EPISODE ANALYSIS AND THOUGHTS

So, I didn’t end up having time to do one of these for the past episode, but I’m doing it for this episode, thank goodness. Anything Betty/Jughead related will go last, in case non-fans of the ship want to read my analysis on everything else.

FRED, HERMIONE AND VERONICA

I’ll be the first to admit - I don’t care about Fred/Hermione’s storyline all that much. Having gone through my parent’s own divorce, I’ve handled the emotions that come with seeing your parent with a new significant other. I understand that their storyline is obviously going to cause some future beef between Hiram / Fred and Veronica / Archie. Because, I don’t know about you, but it seems kind of obvious that the show is setting up Veronica and Archie to be endgame in season one. Anyways. I’m not totally interested in Fred/Hermione’s storyline - don’t care too much about them specifically, but it definitely set up some head-butting between Veronica and Hermione. Veronica is at a prime age for rebellion and add to the fact that she’s just moved, hasn’t seen her father in three months and has just spotted her mother technically having an affair and forging her signature on official papers out of anger? Those two are going to have a major blow up, and I just know some harsh words will probably be said. In the end – I do think Veronica won’t tell her father what’s going on, but I do think her resentment towards Fred might effect whatever uture relationship she has with Archie. Which leads me into…

ARCHIE,(VERONICA x2) VALERIE AND THE PUSSYCATS

So, this was interesting. This was really interesting. We have a blossoming relationship between Archie and Valerie. Val’s willing to put up with Archie’s…self-centered thoughts and Jughead and Betty’s thoughts on the murder of him. And in swoops Veronica, sitting directly between the two of them, forcing them apart. If that isn’t imagery at it’s finest….y’all are blind. And then, with Veronica already resentful towards her mother and Fred – Valerie and Archie hook up musically. I don’t feel too bad for Val - she’s clearly stuck in the middle, and she’s not yet dating Archie, hell, neither is Veronica. This entire scene was clearly about their parents, but the underlying tension between Valerie/Archie/Veronica was super interesting. But I’m going to be real interested in who Archie ends up “choosing” at the end of the season (Note - I do not believe it will be Betty at all. Not just because I ship her with Jughead, since I’m a multishipper, but because it’s not apparently written that way. I actually kind of believe Archie might be a little jealous at a future relationship but Betty shuts that down fast). Anyways. I do believe, as mentioned above, that Archie will end up choosing (I hate that word) Veronica.

As for the Pussycat’s - it was super great seeing Josie’s family and some of her backstory (why do the parents suck in this show, though) and I really hope we see some of Val and Mel’s backstory, too. I think Josie is going to be super disappointed and betrayed when she learns that her Mom took dirty money, though. 

POLLY, JASON, & PREGNANCY, OH MY.

So, this was super interesting. While I knew about the pregnancy, not because of spoilers (c’mon now, she’s “sick”? Super obvious, writers), I was absolutely surprised that the show decided to not have her actually know about Jason’s death. And my heart broke for her in this moment because holy shit, she was probably surviving on the idea of meeting up with Jason again.

So, who killed Jason? A lot of people are in with the theory that Jason was killed by accident and the victim should have been Archie because of his affair with Grundy. I, personally, don’t believe this, since the affair started at the beginning of the summer and Jason was planning on running away with Polly. Polly mentioned that someone had told her parents what was going on. And that someone clearly had to know what was going on, and to be honest, the only one who truly fits that is Nana Blossom. I have no idea why, but – she knew about the whole thing (calling Betty, ‘Polly’ and talking about the ring; Cheryl saying the knowledge of who the murderer is can ruin her life).

I also don’t believe it’s the Coopers anymore (though the Mother, I do believe, is very capable of murder). I felt some sympathy towards Hal Cooper, since he looked so betrayed over Betty thinking he was capable of murder (theft, sure,) and Alice…well, she’s definitely an emotional abuser and, in my opinion, actually capable of it, spoilers make me believe it isn’t a Cooper.

And now, some good ol’ Bughead under the ‘read more’.

BETTY, JUGHEAD AND BUGHEAD

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Never Felt So Much

Anthony Ramos x Reader, ft. Hamilcast, Lin, Leslie, & Oak

Fake Dating AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 2209

Warnings: Fighting, kissing, mild language

Request: Hi!! Can you please do Anthony and fake dating au??? I’ll love you forever and ever @linmanuclmiranda (I already love you forever and ever oops)

A/N: I did it guys! I kept my promise! I really am sorry about yesterday. Thank you the anons and asks today, you were all so sweet and made me feel so loved. It really made my day. Thank you all so much, without further ado…Fake Dating AU, with Anthony. Enjoy, lovelies!


“Hey! (Y/N), wait up!”

You stopped in front of the taxi cab and turned back in the rain.

Anthony was holding his jacket over his head, splashing in puddles as he ran.

“What is it, Anthony?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest, shivering in the rain.

He shook out his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Can we talk sometime? Like outside of work? Or now?”

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the taxi. “Cup of coffee?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

He jumped in front of you and opened the door. You blushed and smiled at him, and slid in the back. He slid in next to you. You were both drenched.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

You told the driver the address of the coffee shop. He started driving. You pulled Anthony’s jacket off and rubbed your hands together, blowing warm air into them.

“Sorry,” Anthony said, “I just really wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, you sure don’t talk to me at work. Plenty of time there.” you said bitterly.

Anthony frowned. “Yeah.” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

The rest of the drive was silent, aside from the hum of the taxi, filling the empty space.

“This is it!” the driver shouted.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, reaching for your wallet. Anthony threw his hand in front of yours and smiled at you.

“I got it.”

He handed the driver a wad of cash, then put his wallet back in his pocket. He opened his door and helped you out, reaching for your hand. You reluctantly accepted it.

Anthony waved off the taxi driver as he drove away, then turned back to the coffee shop. “Let’s go in!” he shouted. He put an arm around your back and hurried you into the shop. He let go when you walked inside.

“Thanks.” you smiled awkwardly as he opened the door for you.

You ordered two hot chocolates and sat down in a booth. You sipped yours slowly, savoring the flavor and warmth. The feeling returning to your fingertips.

“So, Anthony…what did you want to talk to me about, so badly?” you teased.

Anthony smiled and rubbed his hands together, taking a quick sip from his cup. “I need you to pretend to be my date.”

“What?!” you shouted. A few heads turned, but the shop returned to normal after that.

Anthony spoke cautiously. “Please, just listen. A bunch of the guys like Chris, Lin, Leslie, Daveed, Oak, and I are all having a party get together sort of thing. They are all bringing their wives and girlfriends. I need a date. I-I…forgive me for the lack of a better word, I don’t want to show up empty handed.”

“You mean, single?” you spat.

“No! Please, (Y/N), it’s not like that!”

“Oh, but I think it is!” you shouted. You slid out of the booth, grabbed your jacket, and put a five on the table. “Thanks for the drink, Anthony.”

“Wait! Please!” Anthony ran from his chair to catch you.

He caught you at the door.

His hand was around your arm. You wouldn’t look at him, otherwise he would see you were crying. You felt so stupid and betrayed. You had thought Anthony just wanted to hang out and talk. Something you had always hoped to do. You weren’t close to anyone on the cast or crew, you were just there. Trying to fit in. Now you felt like Anthony was treating you like an object. He didn’t want to show up empty handed.

You bit your lip to calm the quiver in your chin.

“Please, (Y/N),” he said softly, “just let me talk.” You stayed silent, so Anthony took it as his cue. His hand dropped from your arm. “I didn’t want to ask anyone but you. I genuinely like you and think we should hang out. Look, I’m just trying to fit in too believe it or not. I may smile and look like I’ve got everything together. But some days I don’t. It’s the simple things that drive me crazy. Please, (Y/N), I need you. It’s just a favor. Nothing needs to come of it. Just one night. Please. You don’t have to do to it if you don’t want to.” He took a step back. “I don’t want to force you to do anything.”

You stood there for a moment, staring at your feet, watching the tears drip down the bridge of your nose. You tighten your arms around yourself.

“Fine.” you mumbled.

“What?” Anthony asked softly.

“I said, fine. Just text me the address and I’ll meet you there after the last show.” you glanced up at him before you walked out the door. He wore a face of bewilderment and guilt. His eyes were full of hope and were beaming at you. A single tear rested on his face. His lips in a small smile. His hair was obviously messed with, as it hung in his face.

You ran down the street without even thinking. Running away from the coffee shop, crying. You called a cab and rode it home.

++++++

You fixed your hair, humming a showtune. You had put on the best clothes you had. A red elegant dress. You dropped the iron from your hair and let the curl fall against your face. Checking the time, you finished getting ready.

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breathe. “Okay. You can do this.” you said to yourself. “Just one night. One damn night, and you are damn gorgeous. Let’s do this.”

You checked your phone for the address and went downstairs to the lobby,  and called a cab.

You arrived a few blocks away, at a large fancy apartment building. You took the elevator up to the top floor, and knocked on the last door.

“(Y/N)…”

He stared at you in awe.

You stared at him with disappointment and embarrassment. He was wearing a simple dress shirt and blue jeans. You saw past him and everyone was dressed in nice casual. Lin’s wife in a soft blue blouse and a skirt. Aside from her, no one wore formal  attire.

“You look…beautiful.” Anthony said.

“Thanks.” you pushed past him and walked in, taking off your high heels.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Lin call from the kitchen, “(Y/N)!” he ran to greet you and wrapped you in a hug. “It’s great to see you!” he said, when he pulled away. “You look marvelous tonight! So, you are here with Anthony then?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, Anthony and I.”

Lin smiled at you. “Well, go get him!”

“Oh, yeah.” you said softly. Lin walked back to his wife.

You walked over to Anthony, who was mid conversation with Oak.

“Hey, talk to you later, Oak!” Anthony waved as Oak went to join his date. “Hi,” he said softly when you walked up to him.

“Hi.” you replied.

“It’s good to see you. I’m glad that you made it.”

“Anthony,” you said sharply, through gritted teeth, “you didn’t tell me no one was dressing up for this. I thought it was a party at Lin’s. Not a beer and booze and blue jeans sort of party.”

Anthony frowned. “Sorry, I should’ve told you. But, don’t worry you look gorgeous tonight, no one is going to care.”

You sighed. “Well, if I’m your date and we are dating, what is our PDA?”

“Um, depends,” he said softly. “What are the boundaries?”

You eyed the bedroom. Anthony chuckled. “Hand holding, minimal kissing preferably on the cheek, and you have a limit of saying cute.”

“What’s the limit?”

“Zero.”

Anthony laughed. “You’re cute, (Y/N).” he smiled.

You smiled and bumped your hand with his. He laced his fingers through yours and you didn’t protest. The two of you sat down on the sofa. There were beer bottles and Lin brought over a bottle of wine. Anthony poured you some.

“So, how long have you guys been going out?” Leslie asked, his arm around his wife. He was beaming.

“Oh, um,” you and Anthony looked at each other for a moment.

“A week-” you said “Two months-” Anthony blurted out.

Leslie raised his eyebrows at you and grinned.

“Two months and a week,” you smiled, squeezing Anthony’s hand.

“You are a finish each other’s sentence kind of couple?” he laughed.

“Yup!-” you said

“-that’s us!” Anthony finished.

Everyone laughed.

“Okay, here is a juicy question.” Oak said. “Why? You work together everyday and have been for almost six months now, why the sudden interest?”

You looked to Anthony. “You wanna tell them, sweetie.”

“Sure.” he smiled. He turned to Oak and the rest of the group. “We’ve been on stage together for a long time now. Backstage, we would just chat here and there and (Y/N) really made me laugh. If I was tired, she really brightened my day and I was able to get back out there. I guess it’s just because she makes me smile and laugh, and I wanted to get to know her better.” Anthony smiled at you. You watched him, marveling at his words. “Because, I always had a crush on her since day one. She was and still is, the best dancer I’ve ever seen. She is my everything. Her smile. Her laugh. Her face,” he chuckled, “everything about her makes me happy.”

“Woohoo!” Everyone cheered. “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!”

You and Anthony blushed. You went in and he kissed you on the cheek.

“Boooooooo!” they yelled. “Come on!”

Anthony smiled and kissed you. Quick and subtle. Just enough for a spark. He pulled away.

“Yeaaaaah!” they cheered.

Anthony pretended to bow, “Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week!”

Everyone laughed.

As everyone resumed their normal conversations, you turned to Anthony. “Hey, can we go outside? It’s a little stuffy in here.”

“Yeah, of course.” he smiled.

You walked to the balcony, with his hand in yours. He closed the sliding glass door behind you. “Wow.” you said.

“Wow, indeed.” Anthony laughed.

The two of you were marveling at the distant city below.

“The city is so amazing, like mountains. They are so large not in their size but their heart and soul, the lights and windows are like a million stars all in one small. It’s all so beautiful, unique, and amazing.” Anthony turned, his voice softening. “Just like you.”

“Wow.” you laughed. “That was cheesy.”

“Yeah.” he laughed, letting go of your hand. “It was pretty cheesy, wasn’t it?”

“Anthony, I didn’t mean it like that.” you sighed

“No, it’s fine. It’s just a fake date,” he shrugged, “watcha gonna do trying to make it not so awkward.”

“Anthony?” you asked softly.

“Yeah?” he hummed.

“Did you really mean all of that?”

“Mean all of what?”

“You know,” you laughed, gesturing back to the party. “Everything you said in there. How I was beautiful, funny. How I made you smile and made you so happy. The things you said out here too. Or was that all just for show. You know, for the fake date.”

“No.” he said after awhile.

“Oh.” you looked down at the street. “Okay.”

Anthony turned to you and reached for your hands. “No, it was not all for show. None of it was. I was being cheesy comparing you to stars, because it’s unreasonable. You are more beautiful than the stars. They can’t make me laugh, smile. Not like you. They can’t dance. They can’t light up a room-” he stopped, laughing, and held your hands “okay maybe they can. But a million stars does not even compare to your smile, both on your lips and in your eyes. I am cheesy, because I am being genuine. I genuinely like you, (Y/N). I’m interested in you. I really have had a crush on you since day one. But, I didn’t think you liked me. So, I just took a chance and asked you to be my fake date, at this fake party, hoping you would fall in love with me.”

“What?” you said, “Fake party?”

“This party,” he said, “it didn’t exist when I asked you yesterday. It didn’t even exist an hour ago. I had Lin put all this together. Everyone basically knows, (Y/N), but I don’t care. Because, it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“Anthony…”

“I love you, (Y/N),” he smiled, tears in his eyes, “and I’m not afraid to admit it.”

You let go of Anthony’s hand and put your arms around his back. You kissed him. For real. It wasn’t quick and subtle. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t something out of a fairytale. It wasn’t magical. But there was a spark. A spark that stayed and kindled like a flame. He was warm and soft. His hair softer than you ever imagined it would be.

His hand moved to just above your shoulder and one to your hair. It curled it back behind your ears and kissed you gently.

You were on a balcony, looking over the city, kissing Anthony Ramos.

He felt like home. He made you feel protected, safe, warm, and loved.

Love never made you feel so much.

Jesse McCree is a tragedy

I never fully realized how sad Jesse McCree’s story is. He got pulled into a gang when he was still a kid and probably killed people before he was even a legal adult. When he finally was given a purpose and had a family it ended in a way that would have probably shattered any trust he had in people. Some of the closest people to him were the causes and he would have felt so betrayed. In his comic when he says Talon uses the Blackwatch playbook he calls it ‘My Playbook’, meaning he knows they were agents who betrayed Overwatch. And now no matter what he does he’s blamed for it which has made him an outlaw, which also means that he could never go back to Overwatch until he clears his name or no longer has a bounty on his head, because he wouldn’t want to drag them into it. That and he spent Christmas alone, passed out in a bar, with Sombra potentially scheming lord knows what. Jesse McCree is such a sad character and the fact that he’s still good and trying to make a difference is beautiful, but I just want him to be happy and safe.

Tell Him I Forgive Him

Request: Hi! Can you make an imagine where Bellamy and a grounder girl are a couple? After the Pike thing, she doesnt talk to him. But then Jaha kill her, she begs Murphy to tell him she loves him and forget him. Bellamy pov when he recive the news. Sad please

Requested by: @lachicadelamanzana

A/N: For sure! 

Warning: angst.


Originally posted by kcismyreligion

You felt immense pain, a strangled gasp coming out of you as you bent over. You barely recognized the sound of footsteps and the feeling of arms wrapping around you as you fell to the ground. You grunted, trying to blink away the pain as you struggled to continue breathing.

How had it come to this? You were a warrior. One of the best of your clan and had even been the next in line for commander. Lexa loved you and thought of you like a sister. The actual chances of you becoming commander were slim but you still had hope. 

You had been one of the few grounders who felt as if the treatment of the Skaikru were unfair. You’d joined Lincoln, and had nearly been exiled because of it. But you didn’t regret a moment of it when you found him. Bellamy Blake. Leader of skaikru and one of the most sweet at heart people you’d met.

You’d been originally captured by him. Sacrificing yourself when he tried to capture Lincoln. Lincoln had been a brother to you and there was no way you would let him suffer. But in turn that had gotten you tortured, only for you to open up to Bellamy when he had promised that if you just did what they wanted, he would set you free.

From then on, you two had become a couple. He accepted the fact that you were a grounder and had even tried to have trust in your people. You hadn’t always seen there ways but with Lexa finally trying to trust the Skaikru, you felt as if maybe your relationship with Bellamy didn’t have to be so strained and hidden.

That was before he joined Pike and his crazed team of grounder slaughterers. You hadn’t spoke to Bellamy in weeks, even though he’d tried to contact you. But you wouldn’t forgive him until he apologized for killing three hundred members of your clan and getting Lincoln killed. Last time you’d heard from the boy, Lincoln had been shot dead and Bellamy was no where to be found.

But, though your heart hurt and your mind ached with the thought of him. You still loved him, even after everything he did. There was so much more going on here. You’d met a boy named Murphy when Lexa had died and instantly the two of you clicked. His witty attitude and snarky come backs made you laugh and in the toughest of times, he made you happy.

That was until Jaha and his crazed zombies had come along, trying to convince you to take some sort of chip. You truthfully would have, because of the heart ache you had of Bellamy and the anger you felt, having it all disappear sounded nice, until Murphy had told you the truth.

Which now led you to where you were. Shot in the stomach by Jaha and being held by Murphy as you felt your life leave you. It hurt and you gasped trying to regain what little strength you had left. “Y/N…” Murphy mumbled, staring down at you with concern in his eyes.

Briefly you could see Jaha smile before he walked out of the room. You were a threat to ALIE, apparently quite smart for your people and were expendable. Now, you were glad to have not taken the chip, thanking Murphy, if that was how ALIE treated those who joined her. Like some puppet for her to manipulate.

You turned your gaze on Murphy, smiling up at him. “I’m glad I met you, John.” You nodded to which he tried to hold back a cry. You shook your head, feeling the blood from your wound as you tried to get your last words through.

“Y/N, you’re not gonna die…” Murphy tried, to no avail.

You needed to say something. You’d never told Murphy about Bellamy, but he was Skaikru so you figured he’d know who you were talking about. As you felt yourself bleeding out, you didn’t feel so angry at Bellamy anymore. You felt no pain at the thought of him and instead all you wanted to do was see him.

“Tell Bellamy,” you choked out. Ignoring the way Murphy’s eyes lit up in shock at the sound of his familiar name. “Tell Bellamy… I-I forgive him.” You felt tears starting to fall as a image of Bellamy flashed before your eyes. “T-Tell him I-I never… never stopped loving him.”

“Y/N…”

“Tell him to forget about me.”


“What are the odds?” Bellamy looked up, just as shocked at Murphy to see him standing there. Standing up, Bellamy watched with intrigued eyes as Murphy untied him. Never did he think he’d see Murphy again.

“What are you doing here?” Bellamy asked, cutting to the chase. Murphy’s smug attitude faltered for a moment as he stared at Bellamy with an odd sense of sympathy. Bellamy narrowed his eyes, what could Murphy feel sorry about for him?

“Bellamy… Y/N…” At the mention of you, Bellamy’s ears picked up and he stared at Murphy expectantly. He swarmed at the thought of seeing you again. He missed you dearly and just wanted to hold you again. “I’m sorry… but she didn’t make it.”

Bellamy felt the world crash around him. He missed the way everyones eyes fell on him in sympathy and all he could think about was you. Your smile that use to be for only him before he’d betrayed you. Never before had he felt so guilty and all he could recognized was the way his heart twisted in guilt. 

“She told me to tell you, that she loves you and forgives you.” Bellamy looked up at Murphy, seeing the way his eyes held some sadness. And with a shaky breath he looked down at his hands. How could you forgive him after everything, he found himself asking? 

How would he be able to live with himself. You a constant reminder in the back of his head at the terrible things he’s done.

“And to forget her.” Bellamy would never forget you. He would remind himself of you everyday because he took you for granted when he had you. And that was something he would never forgive himself about.


Hope you enjoyed!

Bad Girl Ch 11: Just Let Me Hold You

Sorry had a busy day! Here is three chapters to make up for it!

“Oh how things have changed,” I sigh as I dip my hand into the warm water. Baekhyun is facing away from me, his body curled into a tight ball in the tub. “Baekhyun,” I call softly, daring to reach out and rest my hand on his shoulder only to have him scoot away from me. “How is your head feeling?”

“It hurts,” He answers back in a small voice.

“That’s what happens when you almost knock yourself out from banging your head on the floor. Why in the world would you hurt yourself like that Baekhyun?”

“I feel guilty.”

I nod, “You should.”

He sniffles softly, “I’m so sorry for being such a horrible person to you.”

Without much thought I reach out and rub his back gently, “I forgive you but only because this whole situation is a hot mess.”

He is quiet for a moment before looking at me over his shoulder, “Were you really going to marry him?”

I hold up my left hand, “Yep, a month from tomorrow we were going to get married.”

“Are you mad at me for ruining it all? Would rather have not known about us?”

I sigh as I look down at the ring that usually makes my heart flutter but now it’s a different feeling, “I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at Jiyong for lying to me, and to be honest, I’m grateful that I found out about all of this before we got married or had a family.”

Baekhyun opens his mouth to speak but closes it a second after only to open it again, the words caught in his throat, “You want to have a family with him?”

“I want a family, yes, I’m not really sure with who anymore though. This is a lot right now, I just need to figure out the rest of the week before I think that far ahead.”

He turns a bit so he is almost facing me, “What are you doing about tonight?”

“You guys have me for tonight.”

He perks up, a small smile plays on his lips, “The whole night?”

“Yes, and you are wasting your time with me pouting,” I flick him on the forehead.

“How much time we do we have left?”

I shrug and glance at the door, “Until someone, my guess Xiumin or Chanyeol, come busting in to check on us. So at most five minutes.” He surprises me by grabbing one of my hands in both of his, holding it softly as if it is an egg that he could crush. I’ve never seen those beautiful hands so hesitant to touch me, I think back suddenly of all the times these hands have made me come undone and I find myself blushing.

“Baby,” Baekhyun muses, “Stop looking at me like that, I’m getting embarrassed.”

“Sorry,” I mumble softly as I look away.

There is a knock at the door, “Baby.”

I groan, “You guys shouldn’t be using that nickname since we aren’t back together.”

Chanyeol peeks his head in the door, followed by Chen, Tao, and Sehun, “We are so used to it, are really going to tell us to stop?”

I nod, “Yes, I’m telling you to stop and use my name like normal people. I wasn’t lying when I said I’m a different person.”

They all pout, Chen comes in first and takes my free hand, “Baby, please stop saying that stuff.”

“Well Jongdae,” I take both of my hands away, “Excuse me for being honest.”

“You guys stop giving her a hard time about this,” Xiumin scolds joining us in the suddenly busy bathroom.

“Are we having a party in here?” Kris muses.

“No,” I snap standing up to glare at them.  “Baekhyun was taking a bath and we were having a quiet conversation before everyone started busting in. Now all of you please get out so he can finish his bath.”

“Why does he get alone time with you? Hitting my head up against the wall a few times is all it takes to get your attention?” Sehun murmurs.

“Don’t you even think about doing it,” I warn.

“Everyone calm down,” Xiumin’s stern voice echoes through the room making everyone quiet down, I even find myself bashfully staring down at my hands feeling like I’m in trouble. “How about we each have our time alone with her like when she first got here?”

“Can we make it ten minutes in stead of five?” Tao suggests.

Xiumin nods, “We each need our time to catch up so yes.”

“Does that mean this is my time alone with her?” Baekhyun finally speaks.

“Yes!” The group decides unanimously.

“Than get your asses out of here!” The usually playful man snarls.

The group grumbles but doesn’t put up much more of a fight as they shuffle out of the room with pouts on their faces. When the door is closed and I am alone with Baekhyun again I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding and sit back down on the edge of the tub.

“Those bastards,” He grumbles under his breath as he shifts to a more comfortable position in the tub closer to me.

“Those bastards are your brothers,” I remind him.

He closes his eyes and rests his wet hair on my thigh, “They are my competition.”

I sigh but stroke his head softly, “Why am I called baby when all of you are nothing but children?”

“Children?”

“Yes, children, selfish, narcissistic, and spoiled.”

His face shows obvious irritation but he doesn’t move from my lap, “I am not a child.”

“Than what do you call that tantrum you just had?”

“That wasn’t a-“

I cut him off, “It was an episode right? A mental break from all the stress of my death and, I guess, my resurrection? Do those happen often?”

He shrugs, “Every once and awhile.”

“You should have gotten help from a professional, that’s what I had to do after all of that.”

He opens his eyes to stare up at me, “What was it like for you?”

“For me? At first it was really hard since I had been told that the people who I thought loved me the most left me to die but after some time and two therapy sessions a week I got better. Jiyong and Jiho really helped me too, they made me feel really safe.”

“Did you think about us at all?” His eyes are closed again, his brow crinkles as if he’s preparing himself for an answer he doesn’t want to hear.

I chuckle as his childish attitude, “Of course I thought about you all the time at first.”

“At first?”

I nod, “At first it was hard to go more than a few hours without thinking of you but after time I got myself to stop. It hurt way too much to keep thinking about you guys, I felt so betrayed.”

“We didn’t betray you!” He roars, suddenly on his feet.

I stand up too, my hands out in front of me in surrender, “I know that now.”

He shakes his head, “No, you have absolutely no idea how we felt when we thought we let you get murdered by those bastards!”

Anger boils in my veins, “I may not know the exact feeling you had but I know the pain of having your heart ripped out of your chest and shredded to pieces. Sure, you all had to sit there and watch it happen but I had to experience it, I felt each kick, each punch, I had to listen to all their degrading and threatening words.”

His face softens, “I’m sorry Baby.”

“Our time is probably up,” I straighten my shoulders and turn on my heel to leave. I don’t get very far before wet arms wrap around me.

“I’m so sorry, for everything. For letting that happen to your in the first place and for not being considerate about it now, I’m so sorry.”

I sigh but turn around a pull the crying boy into my arms, his face tucked into the crook of my neck, “I forgive you.” We stand there for a few moments before he starts shivering and I have to pry the boy off me. He looks absolutely miserable shaking there as I run into his room to grab him some clothes. I help him get dressed a small smirk on my face.

“What is so funny?”

I look up at him as I pull his shirt over his head, “I’m just thinking about how we switched. I never thought any of you would need my help this much.”

He gives me a small smile as he strokes my cheek, “We need you more than you will ever know.”

“Time is up!” Sehun busts into the room again.

I kiss Baekhyun’s cheek before looking to the younger boy and follow him out of the room. The younger grabs my hand eagerly, he leads me to his room where he automatically slams the door shut and locks it. I raise my brows at him.

He gives me an awkward smile, “I just want to make sure none of the hyungs try to bust in.”

“Like you just did?”

He ignores the question, “How have you been? You look so pretty, I like your hair.” Without hesitation he reaches out and begins twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.

“I’ve been good I guess, though today hasn’t been the easiest day of my life. What about you Sehun-ah, how have you been?”

He looks me in the eye, “I’ve missed you, so much.”

“I heard you were having some issues, you, Kai, and Tao, how are you feeling?”

“I’m happy I didn’t die. I’m so happy to know you are alive, I’m happy I can touch you again, feel your soft skin under my finger tips. I can breath in your sweet vanilla scent again.”

“You need to remember to keep your distance Sehun,” I remind him as I take a step away. I look him up and down and suddenly I feel on edge from his domineering presence that he only has when he wants to have sex.

“Like you kept your distance with Baekhyun hyung?”

“That was different,” I snap back, “He didn’t have his fuck me eyes on like you do.”

“So I have to look like a lost puppy to get you to touch me?” He scoffs.

I gulp but nod, “I need to feel like you are as defenseless as me.”

“I am completely bared to you right now,” He opens his arms to me, his voice cracks as he speaks. “I don’t know what else you want me to do. You already have my heart so I have nothing else to give.”

“Sehun,” I take a step closer. “I don’t want to make all of you cry today.”

“I cry every day because of you. I lay awake every night because I don’t want to dream about you, I know I can’t handle waking up without you so don’t worry about me crying right now. I just, I just, want to hold you right now. We can talk more later right now I just want to lay down next to you, please?”

“If you try anything I’ll kill you,” I warn him as I slowly make my way over to the bed.

“I would prefer it to a life without you.”

I want to ask him more but the sad look on his face keeps me from opening my mouth. Instead I just shuffle to the bed and roll into the comfortable warmth. Sehun goes under the covers before snuggling closer to me. “Sehun.”

He looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes, “I’m a lost puppy.”

I snicker but roll on to my side so we can snuggle, he scoots closer behind me so our bodies curve together perfectly. His arm snakes around my waist as he tries to pull himself closer and closer until there is no space left between our bodies.

“Thank you Baby.”

…………………………………….

“You are all such children,” I groan as Kai insists to snuggle like Sehun did. After a few minutes of being wrapped in the youngest’s arms he was fast asleep. Kai came in when the ten minutes were up and it was easy to see the jealousy on his face. He was some how able to pry me out of the other’s arms without waking him but the moment we got into Kai’s room he demanded me to basically rock him to sleep. Like before I lay on the bed expect Kai to take the same position as the younger by but instead he rests his head on my chest and wraps both of his arms around my waist before rolling us so he is on top, his whole body resting on me.

“Only when it comes to you,” He mumbles into my chest.

“How ironic when I’m supposed to be the baby. I thought I was supposed to be the only little in this house.”

“You make me feel so little some times.”

“Oh really?”

He chuckles, “I thought I would be okay when you were gone, but I wasn’t. None of us were but I think Tao, Sehun, and I had it worse.”

“We are still really young, we aren’t as mentally stable as the older boys so that’s probably why.”

“Mentally stable? None of us are mentally stable anymore, I don’t even know if we were to begin with but the moment we lost you we all went completely insane.”

“Jongin, there is no need to exaggerate.”

“You are right , this no need. I’m not exaggerating at all! Sehun and I stood on the edge of a building for a whole day talking each other on and off the ledge. Tao was in the hospital for two months after he tried to kill himself in a car accident. You saw what Chanyeol and Baekhyun are like now, they’ve been doing that to anyone that just looks at them wrong. Chen, Suho, and Lay have been MIA for a good amount of the year doing horrible things that they said they would never do. Lay got involved in providing black market organs for gods sakes, we don’t deal with people. Kris created a new branch in the human trafficking line in Korea. Luhan nearly overdosed and Xiumin,” He stops to take a breath, “Xiumin hyung has been as bad as you would expect.”

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Why? Is that too much of an update for you?”

“No,” I snap, “I’m just struggling with the answer to a question and you are distracting me. Our time is running out so you should get to sleep.”

He peeks up at me, “Can you run your fingers through my hair?”

“Yes.”

……………………….

Tao holds my hand tighter in his, our fingers tangled together. We lay on the couch in the living room that is surprisingly empty.

“So I heard there was an accident,” I sadly muse at Tao.

He looks away strangely bashful for his usual demeanor, “I was hoping they wouldn’t tell you.”

“Tao, this is really serious, how could you just try to roll your car? You almost killed yourself and a few other people.”

“Can we not talk about it?”

“Fine,” I cross my arms over my chest. “What do you want to talk about?”

“You.”

“You have to be more specific, what do you want to know?”

He hums to himself for a moment, “Tell me about your new life.”

“Like what?”

“Do you go to school still?”

I shake my head, “Jiyong got me a tutor.”

“What about friends? You don’t talk to Jihyo still do you?”

Again I shake my head, “I stopped talking to her when you left, Jiyong’s reasoning was that I didn’t want her to get involved in all of the crazing ness but now I realize it was because she thought I was dead. Was the funeral nice?”

He chuckles, “Are you seriously asking me that?”

“Yes,” I actually laugh, “Not many people get to know how their funeral turned out so I’m curious. Have you gone to see my tomb stone?”

“Yes, all of us have even though we made a pact that none of us deserve to see it since it was our fault you died. You have lots of flowers, it’s never dirty, your favorite foods are always there.”

“Thank you guys for taking such good care of me in the after life,” It all weirdly warms my heart to know my resting place is so well taken care of.

“I’m just happy we don’t have to do that anymore now that we have the real thing back.”

“You know I’m not really back.”

He sighs and places a kiss on my forehead, “Fine, but whether you are back or not, you are alive and that is all that matters.”

…………………………………

“How did you not know I was alive?” I wonder with our fingers tangles together. Xiumin lays as closes to me as possible, I realized a hour ago after my time with Chen that this is all they really wanted. Not sex or half the time not even words, just this little amount of physical attention seems to be good enough for them.

“I thought I was crazy,” He admits.

“Had something like that happen before?”

He nods, “All the time, I would see you on the street or in a crowded bar. I’d think I would your voice in the distance or in my dreams. I had just thought that since I had seen you that night I was just loosing it even more.”

“So did any of you stay some what sane when I was gone?”

He chuckles, “I mean Suho seemed pretty stable from what I heard.”

“That man was living in sin with the rest of you, don’t you dare lie for him. He told me about his time with debauchery.”

“Don’t act like you were an angel.”

“I would definitely say I was a step above you, though sin is still my friend.”

“I believe he is a friend of all of ours. How was your time with everyone?”

“Well when we weren’t talking about how everyone pretty much killed themselves things were fine. You and Kris were the only ones who didn’t cry. The only people who got me to cry were freaking Tao and Yixing, those two were just so sad today.”

“They are like that everyday. What are you planning on doing about Jiyong?”

“I’m going to ask him about my kidnapping and how Jiho is involved in all of this but everything after that depends on his answers.”

He sighs, “Is there any chince of me being able to convince you to just stay?”

“I have work and Jiho to worry about tomorrow.”

He pouts cutely, “Jiho this, Jiho that, who is this bastard?”

“Ya, watch your mouth,” I flick his forehead. “that is my friend you are bad mouthing.”

He takes my hands in his so I can’t swat at him again, “I will bad mouth anyone who thought they could take my baby away from me.”

“Jiho didn’t take me away from you, calm down, he wasn’t involved in this mess.”

“What makes you so sure? I mean you can believe Jiyong is involved over this man, he must be something special.”

I glare at him, “If you are assuming what I think you are, I will answer your question now, I am not sleeping with Jiho. He is like my older brother. He is a loyal friend who would do whatever he has to do to keep me safe.”

“He did a horrible job, Baekhyun got you.”

“That is only because Taemin doesn’t like him in his house.”

“Taemin is a very good judge of character, you should listen to him.”

“Is this really how you want to spend your ten minutes with me? You all are so easily entertained. Kris and I talked about work, Lay started off our conversation about the new Zoo downtown that I went to. Kai and Suho are the only two people who actually gave me an update on people. Everyone else just kept asking me about my life with Jiyong.”

“Because we are having a inner battle on whether or not we want you to leave him and come back to us or stay with him where you are obviously happy.”

“You guys should know by now I am the only person who can decide what happens.”

He chuckles, “A man can dream.”