he was like gripping the wheel

4 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as blood, drugs and guns.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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The familiar cherry blossom tree shook violently against the wind as you pulled up the manor house, an accurate reflection of what your life had become. Taehyung had used the GPS locator in Jin’s cellphone to determine where you both were, once he had the all clear from Jimin he came to collect and return you. The entire car journey was painfully silent, the only noise being the loud rhythmic tapping of Taehyung’s large hands on the steering wheel.

As soon as you pulled up into the driveway the car door was opened for you, a strong arm pulling you out of the huge silver Audi Q7 and into a desperate embrace. Jimin squeezed your body in his vice-like grip, his powerful arms cutting off your oxygen supply as he grasped your waist impossibly tighter, a deep relieved sigh landing in the crook of your neck. You nearly stumbled backwards as the tiny pieces of gravel made you uneasy on your feet, getting stuck inside the ridges of your Doc Martens, not to mention the fact you hadn’t eaten or slept in days. You weakly wrapped your arms around his frame, happy to see your brother alive.

“I’ve been worried sick.” Jimin whispered, pulling away to face you. “I’m so glad you’re okay… I’m so grateful that Jin got you out of here before things got too crazy.” He admitted, stepping back from your body. Jin and Taehyung had gotten out of the car, both of them stood behind you protectively like guards.

“What happened?” You asked, your eyes drifting to Jimin’s office window where you could see Sung peeking down at you through the blinds, mascara running down her cheeks as though she’d been crying. Turning your attention back to Jimin you noticed he had a few small cuts on his eyebrow, and a swollen lip. He must’ve got hurt the other night.

“We tried to make the deal, but Hoseok double crossed us… His guy Namjoon killed one of our girls as a decoy-, I think he was going to try and take you…” Jimin admitted truthfully, he knew that he couldn’t keep you in the dark about the truth any longer. “Jin, I can’t thank you enough…” He moved his body so he was stood in front of Jin, the two men sharing a brotherly hug.

“I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep.” You lied, knowing that you wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon at a time like this. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You barely smiled, not hanging round long enough for them to oppose as you made your way across the stones, eventually finding yourself outside the safe house at the bottom of the garden.

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things daveed did during hamilton that were absolutely incredible
  • refused to sit at the lil picnic table during aaron burr, sir, instead just hovered and beatboxed like a precious baby
  • sounded SO PROUD of himself when he figured out how to pronounce anarchy
  • during the story of tonight he kept trying to put his arm around oak and anthony and lin and they kept shoving him away to hug other people and he was just wandering around gripping their shoulders and looking like a third wheel it was so cute
  • attempted to hit on angelica until ham threw him out of the way and he shrugged and was like “ok i’ll go chat w peggy it’s no big deal there’s three of them” 
  • bopped to literally every song 
  • did the daveed special arm thing when he rapped to guns and ships (u know the one i’m talking about) 
  • jumped off of tables and bounced around while not missing a single beat bc he’s literally a beast i don’t understand
  • “you are the WORST BURR” was so aggressive like same, bro
  • when he came out for what’d i miss the crowd went insane and he was encouraging it!! like trying to hype everyone up and halting the song so he could listen to the applause
  • looked so offended when ham pushed washington out of the way. like “who is this lil bitch lemme fight him” 
  • constantly pushed on his hair so it would puff up and have more #style
  • he kept fucking GIGGLING whenever oak would say ANYTHING his little VOICE would GIGGLE i almost LOST IT
  • correction: i did lose it. i lost all of it.
  • “whaaaaaaaat”
  • refused to shake burr’s hand during the election of 1800, instead walked forward so his chest forced leslie’s hand to curl into a fist 
  • made it rain with the reynolds pamphlets
  • bounced around on his seat and GIGGLED. AGAIN!! i CANNOT with all of the GIGGLING!!!!
  • sounded so exasperated when he said “believe me, i tried” 
  • daveed just looked like he was having so much fun the entire time like i have never seen anyone be more infectiously happy ever. he was having the time of his life and so was i 
The right thing

(A/N): I’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to, I really hope you like it!

Request: ok, i’ve thought about it long and hard (not really) and i think i’d like an old man logan request, if you even do that, lol. he sees me on the side of the road in the freezing canadian cold, and decides to do the right thing and drive me to wherever he resides, but he’s a bit hesitant on getting acquainted at first, being the grumpy old coot he is. then, at his place, after getting comfy, we both decide that we might get along and i fall asleep. ya know, just some fluffy shturf. ;3

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @rainbeauxbread

Originally posted by dailymarvelheroes

   Logan gripped the wheel of his car so tightly that his knuckle were white. He could feel the thrum of the engine running through his fingers, into the Adamantium of his bones. 

   The snow outside his window blurred everything in sight, making it nearly impossible to drive and yet he was doing it. With a sigh he reaches over and grabs a cigar, lighting it quickly before taking a long drag from it and that’s when it caught his eye, a long figure standing on the side of the road but before he could even stop to think about his car had passed by them, the snow quickly obscuring their form.

    Logan blinked, attempting to convince himself that what he saw he did not see, there was no way someone was out here in the frigid cold. Rolling his shoulders back he kept on driving but a certain nagging feeling told him to turn around, check it out just to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

  “Damn it,” He mutters through his cigar as he swerves the car around, driving most likely into traffic (if there was any). His eyes thoroughly scanned the the sidewalk, searching for the figure. His gaze locks on the same long figure, standing on the side of the road shivering madly. With not so great parking skills Logan pulls up to the snowy bank, hoping out of his car as soon as he turned the engine off. 

   “Any reason you’re out here in the cold kid?” He asks through his cigar, his voice only a tiny bit muffled. The being turns to look at him, their eyes downcast as they rub at their arm, most likely trying to get some feeling back in them. 

   “I’m waiting,” 

   “What for?” 

   “Someone,” The figure mutters, sniffling a bit. Logan sighs, stuffing his hands into his pocket. 

   “You’re gonna freeze out here,” 

   “Good.” Logan looks at them through squinted eyes, little puffs of smoke billowing from his mouth. 

   “Get in the car,” He mutters, giving them no room to argue. 

   “What?” The figure looks up, looking at Logan incredulously. 

   “I said get in the car, I don’t want you freezing to death,” 

   “Why do you care?”

   “Believe it or not the idea of some kid freezing to death on the side of the road isn’t really a pleasant one, now get in the car,” 

   “How do I know you’re not gonna rape me or something?” Logan looks nearly offended at their words, how dare they accuse him of such a thing? Wrinkling his nose in disgust he turns away, reaching up to grab his cigar. 

   “I’m not gonna hurt ya but if you don’t want to tag along I’ll let you die out here,” Logan walks to his car, ignoring his gut feeling telling him to turn around and demand that however this was get in with him. He took a few steps towards the car, reaching for his keys when he stopped- the figure speaking up finally. 

   “Where are you going to take me?” Logan smiles just a bit, turning to cast the figure with a side glance. “I know a place for you,” The figure nods numbly as they skirt around Logan’s car, violently shivering as they walked towards the passenger door. 

   Logan gave them a good long look, staring at their frozen eyelashes and nearly purple lips; how long had this kid been out here? Shaking off his worry Logan unlocked the car, hoping in and starting the ignition. The figure sighed in relief as they placed their hands to the barely working AC vents which at the moment were spitting out little bits of heat. Logan eyed them once more, the permanent goosebumps on their skin, the way their nails were nearly black from the cold. 

  “Shit kid,” Logan muttered as he took of his coat, thrusting into the figure’s lap. “Put that on, you’re gonna freeze if you don’t,” The figure shakily slips the jacket on, pulling it around their body tightly. 

   “Please tell me wherever we’re going is warmer than this?” Logan starts up the car, not even looking behind him or ahead of him as he turned around once again. 

   “Yeah…yeah it is,” Logan rubs a hand down his face, stopping just above his lips. With an exasperated sigh he plucked out his cigar and smashed it into his ashtray, letting out the last few puffs of smoke from his mouth. “You got a name kid?” The figure shivers, nodding their head as they do. 

   “It’s (Y/N),” Logan nods his head, casting (Y/N) a side glance. 

   “Well (Y/N), I’m Logan,”

   “Just take the goddamn blanket (Y/N),” Logan muttered as he thrust another blanket at the still shivering kid on his couch. 

   “Logan, I already have like,” (Y/N) pauses to count the amount of layers they were wearing, excluding one of Logan’s flannels since the outfit they had been previously wearing was tainted by the cold snow. “4 blankets,” 

   “You need another one,” 


   “(Y/N).” Logan growls, shoving the blanket towards them again. (Y/N) grumbles as they take the blanket, wrapping it around their other layers securely. With a pleased sigh Logan slumps down onto the couch, a few feet away from (Y/N). 

   “So, this is where you live?” 

  “Yeah,” Logan rasps, looking at his makeshift little home. “It’s the best I’ve got right now,” (Y/N) nods, humming as they look around. 

   “It’s…quaint?” Logan chuckles, sliding a hand down his exhausted face. 

  “You don’t have to lie to me kid, I know it’s bad,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling just a bit. 

   “Okay, yeah, it’s bad,” Logan smiles, blinking lazily at his home. “Why is this…why is this the best you can afford?” 

   “It’s not easy to get a nice home when you’re being hunted,” (Y/N) looks at him, alarm flashing through their features. 

   “Wh-What do you mean?” (Y/N) asks, quivering for other reasons now. 

   “You ever heard of mutants?” (Y/N) nods their head, their gaze never leaving Logan once. “Well, we’re kinda going extinct, I’m one of the last ones,” Logan mutters, looking over his scarred hands indifferently. 

   “I uh- I don’t think you’re one of the last ones,” (Y/N) whispers, their gaze falling to their lap. 

  “Kid, I’m pretty damn sure I know that I’m one of the last ones-” Logan pauses when he looks around, a good chunk of his home items floating in the air, suspended their by some force. He looks to (Y/N) with a rather surprised gaze, his eyes glued to the way they titled their head, the objects in the room mocking the same power. “You’re one of us,” Logan mutters, his tone a lot softer than it had previously been. Slowly all the objects in the room float back down, settling into their respective places neatly. 

   “I was on the side of the road because I was running,” (Y/N) whispers, pulling their blankets around themself tighter. “Guess we’re kinda in the same boat,” Logan nods, pursing his lips in thought. 

  “I’ll be damned, I guess we are,” (Y/N) smiles a bit, one corner of their mouth twitching upwards just a bit. 

   “So…what do we do from here?” 

   “You’re gonna warm up and sleep, god knows you need it-” 

   “And then?” 

   “And then we’ll lay low, figure everything out as we go,” (Y/N) nods, their own lips pursing in thought. “But for now you definitely need some sleep,” (Y/N) nods, yawning at Logan’s words. They hadn’t realized just how tired they were until Logan had mentioned it. Now that he had they could barely keep their eyes open, every so often their eyes would flutter close only to flutter back open. (Y/N) tilts themself to the side, resting their head against Logan’s shoulder. They yawn again, closing their eyes for good now as they settle in against him, his warmth only adding to their slowly reviving limbs. 

   “G’night Logan,” (Y/N) whispers, ignoring the way Logan tensed under their touch. Logan looks at them for a minute before hesitantly reaching out to brush some hair out of their face, a small albeit affectionate gesture. Logan had only known this kid for a day and his mama bear genes were already kicking in, making him vow to protect this life with everything he had, almost what he felt with Rouge and Laura. With a soft, almost alien like smile Logan settled into the couch, making sure (Y/N) stayed tucked against his side either way. 

   “Good night (Y/N),” 

Tears On Our Tongues

The ride home after the woods

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


When we get back to the car, we both sit in an extremely awkward silence.  Neither of us seems to know what to do.  After all, that was possibly the most pivotal moment of both of our lives.  Where do we go from here.?

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.

           When I turn to nervously look at Baz, he’s staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his brow heavy.  He’s gripping the steering wheel with both hands, but doesn’t make a move to actually start the car.  Rain is beginning to dot the windshield, and I can see my own breath whisper into the air.

           Baz is so tense, like he’s only just fully realizing what has happened.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.

           “Um,” I murmur, breaking the silence, “do you want me to drive?”

           He blinks like he’s snapped out of a daze and takes a breath.  “No,” he says without looking at me, “it’s fine.”  He turns the key in the ignition, and I notice his hands shaking.

           “Baz,” I reach out and touch his arm without thinking. “I’d really prefer if I drove.”

           He doesn’t flinch at my touch like I expect him to.  He just stares at my hand on his skin with an odd expression, like he’s trying to figure out something complicated.  Like he’s thinking how did that get there?

           It’s not looking like he’s going to move, so I open my door and walk around to the driver’s side, and only then does he actually get out of the car.  He doesn’t look at me as he passes, barely brushing me with his coat on the way.

           When we’re both in our seats, I start the car and turn us around, heading back the way we came.  I turn on the heat because it’s freezing in here, but not the music. As much as I want to break the silence, I can’t ignore the fact that this isn’t just the normal we-kissed-what-now kind of awkward.  This is the you-almost-killed-yourself-and-as-a-result-we-kissed kind of awkward, which is slightly heavier than the normal awkward.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.

           I sneak a glance at him.  He gazes at the window.  Not out, just at.  

           “You okay?”  I know it’s a stupid question, of course he’s not, but I have to ask.

           He shrugs and very slightly shakes his head.

           “I know it sounds dumb,” I say quietly, “but it’ll be alright.  You’ll be okay.”

           He doesn’t look at me.  I’m starting to wonder if he ever will again.


I nearly killed us. I nearly sent us both up in flames and then had him against a tree snogging the life out of him.  And here he is asking if I’m okay.

           Point for him though, because I’m not.  Of course not.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.

           I’m not okay, and now I’ve let him see in graphic detail exactly how not-okay I am.  I could not have made myself more vulnerable in front of him, and the thought makes me want to curl into a ball, erase the whole thing, make it never happen.

           Except for the kissing.  That part can stay.

           Even though I have no idea if he meant it.  It might have been a final attempt to pull me out of my suicidal funk.  Even the kisses after the fire was out were probably just pity kisses, albeit very desperate pity kisses.

           “Baz,” he says quietly, and I feel him glance at me, “how long… um, how long had you wanted… that?”

           “Forever.”  It comes out without a thought.


           “Since fifth year.”  Both are true.

           Simon thinks for a moment.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

           “You had enough reason to hate me.”

           “I don’t hate you.”

           “You did.”

           “I always thought you hated me.”

           “I did,” I nod, “until I loved you.”  His head whips to face me and I scrunch my eyes shut.  I can’t believe I just said that.  “Until I didn’t hate you anymore,” I try to fix it, but I know it’s too late.  It’s out, it’s in the air between us, and it’s going to stay there forever, taunting me with how he’ll never say it back.

           “Baz -”

           “Please,” I grit through my teeth, a tear squeezing out of my eye, “I can’t.”  The tear makes its way down my cheek until it drips into my mouth, and the taste is like Simon.  I will probably forever associate the taste of tears with kissing Simon.

           “Okay,” he whispers, and we’re quiet for the rest of the drive.  I try to keep my sobs silent, but I’m sure he’s hearing them,

           I could have killed him.  If he’d died, it would have been my fault.

           Tears on our tongues.

           When we finally pull into my driveway, I climb out of the car as soon as we’ve stopped.  I hear him call after me, but I don’t pause.  I slam the car door and start stalking towards the house.  It’s so over for me.  I thought I was ready to die in the woods?  I hadn’t been kissed by the boy I love who will never love me. How am I supposed to live with that?

           His footsteps on the driveway are quick like he’s running after me.  I keep moving, tears blurring my vision.

           He catches up to me at the doorstep, throwing himself between me and the door, blocking my entry.

           “Get out of the way, Snow,” I mutter, looking down. We’re under the porch light now, he’ll be able to see what a mess I am, and I can’t look at his expression.

           “Baz, please.”

           “Please what?” I snap.  “What do you want?”

           I make the mistake of glancing at his face and I find tears running down his cheeks.

           “I want you to know that you’ll be okay,” he sobs, “and that I want you to be okay.”

           “I nearly killed you, Snow,” I say, shuddering, “how can you possibly want me to be okay?”

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.  Flames licking at my vision.

           “You wouldn’t have,” he shakes his head, “you were going to spell me away, and for some reason, that’s more upsetting than if you’d tried to kill both of us.”

           “What makes you think I would have saved you?”

           “It was in your eyes.”

           Right now his eyes are full of something I don’t recognize.

           He takes my hand tentatively.  “I need you to know something,” he tells me through his sobs, “because you probably think that it was a sympathy kiss.”

           That’s exactly what I’m thinking.

           “Please never think that.  Never think that the first kiss, or any kisses after that were out of sympathy.  I kissed you because I wanted to, a lot more than I realized.”  He sniffles, his eyes pleading.  “I’d kiss you again right now, and tomorrow morning, and every day after that and none of it would be out of sympathy, and I need you to understand that.”

           I’m shaking like a leaf.  Because I’m tense, because I’m cold, because I’m in some kind of shock, because of Simon’s words.

           “You’d kiss me again?” I choke, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

           He goes pink and he’s smiling and crying and laughing all at once, and I finally recognize what’s in his eyes because it’s exactly the same thing as what’s in mine.

           He doesn’t answer with words.  He stands on tiptoe and takes me by the lapels of my ruined suit, pressing his mouth into mine and it fits like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s second nature.  His lips taste like tears again and I’m certain that the taste of tears will always be bittersweet to me now, a reminder that no matter how bad it gets, Simon Snow kissed me because he wanted to.

           And he would again.  He is right now.

           And he would tomorrow morning, and every day after that.

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Originally posted by simondismydaddy

@blameitonssamd OMG OMG OMG OMG Congrats babe!! Do you think you can write me something super fluffy and cute with me and Simon Daddy? I’m leaving the rest up to you. Just make our daddy so cute that it hurts.

Thank you babe! I’m sorry if this took long. I want to make it perfect for you and I am worried because it may not be ‘super fluffy and cute’, but I hope you’ll still like it. ily~

Summary: When your parents saw you talking with Hyukwoo, they thought that he was your boyfriend. They insisted on you bringing him to your family dinner. The man seated alone in his chair watched the scene unfold, and he’s not very happy.

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The air was thick with silence inside Hyukwoo’s car. He was behind the steering wheel, you were riding shotgun, and Kiseok took the backseat.

You stole a quick glance at him through the rear-view mirror as you gripped your seatbelt that ran diagonally on your upper body. The scowl on his face was getting darker each second that passed by. When he saw you looking at him, he flicked his eyes away and set his scowl deeper as if it could be engraved on his facial bones.

The fact that you were sitting beside Hyukwoo didn’t help, but what can you do? He was the one who shut and locked the doors of the backseat before you could go inside.

Hyukwoo gulped as he stared at the road. He hadn’t been moving his head since the three of you left your restaurant, and you’re worried he might strain his neck with the lack of movement.

You leaned the side of your head on the window, sighing, and recalled the events that led up to this predicament.

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Practically bouncing in the backseat and gripping at both Mick and Leonard’s shoulders, you asked, “Are we… Is this where I think it is?”

“Telling you would ruin the surprise.” Leonard replied with that menacingly slow drawl of his before smirking and fluttering his eyes downward to hide his amusement as you began looping your arm around both his and Mick’s.

“We’re going to the warehouse, right?” You beamed, turning your gaze on Mick and dropping your chin to his shoulder. “We’re finally taking a break from all this time travel bullshit and going home…”

“Kid…” He started in that rough grate of his as a small smile quirked through his mouth. “You keep looking at me like that and I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.”

“Promise?” You teased, causing Mick to grip the wheel and let a low breath blow through his nostrils.

At that Leonard hummed and said, “Save it for the destination…”

“Jealous.” Mick grunted.

“Seat-belts…” Leonard responded, rolling his eyes.

(X) (~♫♪~)

*Imagine Mick and Leonard Picking up on the Fact that You’re Homesick and Doing Something about it*

@jaredfabalecki: Hiya’ Puddin ~! I was hoping u could do an imagine where SnartMick, & the reader had been on the Waverider for a while now and she was getting pretty homesick of the warehouse she lived in with Len & Mick. So one day they surprised her and brought her back for one night. Maybe Her and Len have some fluffy bff moments, and her and Mick have some fluffy flirty moments?? Please and thank you. I know it’ll be awesomeee :D

Sweet Caroline (Dean Winchester X Reader)

The drives to different places could get pretty boring, especially if it was just music playing in the Impala because Dean refused to talk.

It was late at night, Sam was passed out in the passengers seat due to an unfulfilled sleep the night before, and you were in the backseat trying to use the dim street lamps as a light source so you could see the book you were reading.

Dean kept his hands gripped tight on the steering wheel, focusing on the road as he listened to your soft groans of boredom. “Instead of torturing me with silence, can you please put some form of music on?” You whispered, careful not to wake Sam.

“You’re still awake? You were out cold like an hour ago” Dean muttered, looking at you through the rear view mirror. “I was never asleep, Dean” you grumbled before he scoffed. “Whatever. Yeah, let’s listen to some music” he spat under his breath, obviously annoyed that he had been driving for so long

You sprawled yourself over the leather interior of the Impala, listening to the familiar beat that always made you happy. The same tune that would always get stuck in your head after just listening to it once.

“Oh please, not this song!” Dean groaned as you gasped, sitting up from your crazy position. “Dean come on! Who doesn’t love Neil Diamond?” You asked, snaking your arms around the front seat to hold his shoulders and gently rock his body into excitement.

“This song is overrated!” Dean said before you began to sing along.

“Where it began, I can’t begin to knowing But then I know it’s growing strong Was in the spring Then spring became the summer Who’d have believed you’d come along”

“You seriously know the words? I thought you were better than this, (Y/N)!” Dean cried before you scoffed. “Come on, Dean! I know you want to sing along!” You smiled, before laughing as he fought the urge to sing along, but he finally caved in.

“Sweet Caroline!”

“Dun! Dun! Dun! Dean added, along with banging his hands on the steering wheel which made you laugh even harder, before Sam let out a loud groan before slamming his fist against the off button on the radio.

“Shut up!” Sam shouted, retracting his hand before curling up into a ball and shutting his eyes. “That was fun” you whispered, retracting yourself back into your seat, and lying back down, using one of your many jackets as a blanket. “Good night Dean” you softly spoke before he smiled. “Good night (Y/N)” he responded quietly, continuing to look at the road.

As you were falling asleep, you couldn’t help but hear the soft hums of Sweet Caroline coming from Dean. You began to quietly laugh before his eyes darted to the rear view mirror. “What?” He asked. “Is that song so overrated now?” You giggled as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Go to sleep” he muttered under his breath before you smiled to yourself and closed your eyes, as Dean continued to hum Neil Diamond, all night long.

Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

Turn loose the mermaids(Part24)

Here we go! I’m sorry for the long wait, but I had a week from hell last week. Thanks to @miracujess for being my beta.

Btw guys, do you remember when you thought Chat was afraid of storms, back in chapter 9? Lol, as if. I wonder if any of you will figure out what that was about.

Anyway here comes the feels whaddup.

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One day, I will learn to listen to my fucking instincts when they scream at me, Chat thought bitterly, grabbing tightly onto a rope as another wave broke, the water splashing all over the deck and almost knocking him off his feet. Chat kept in mind to give Kim a raise for holding the wheel of La Coccinelle so well during a storm like this. Lightning struck in the horizon, making him clench his teeth. They needed to get out of these waters as soon as possible. Getting a better grip on one of the ropes, he shouted over the noise of the thunder.

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- Oikawa comes prepared like he knows all the signs and he can practically recite the guidebook

- Iwazumi literally doesn’t care about that stuff he’s more of a go with the flow kind of driver 

- Iwazumi moves to get into the passenger seat and is practically snatched back by Oikawa’s clammy hand 


- They haven’t even moved yet and Oikawa is gripping the wheel with the force of his own serves 

- He’s not scared…yes he is he’s terrified of driving but he wants to so bad 

- Iwazumi is about to offer that he pull out instead and drive them to the abandoned parking lot where they were gonna practice basic turning and two point turns when he realizes that Oikawa’s way too stubborn to allow him to even utter the alternative 

- So he opts for his leaning on the arm rest and reassuring that “You’ll be fine crappykawa, just relax” 

- so he tries to and its….it’ll have to do

- Iwazumi gives him the quick run down of what he’s gonna do stuff like how to parallel his way out of the curb and go onto the main road, wait for cars and stuff and back up if he needs to 

- Oikawa actually parallels out fairly well, its choppy and they both lurch forward a few times but he did it


- He literally cannot move his shoulders he’s driving like a statue 

-His eyes dart from the road to his speedometer every 4th of a second 

-”Oikawa relax or we’re gonna pull over and I’m gonna drive back home” “IWA-CHAN IS SO MEAN” “Tch”

- They get to the parking lot (slowly….he literally stay 5 miles below the speed limit) and iwazumi makes him park and gets out to position the cones 

- “So you’re gonna go all around the parking lot until you get back to this space, turn 45 degrees outward, and then back in slowly If you hit my cone I’m going to fight you” “IWA-CHANNN”

- So he does as he’s told and he’s nervous because man he does not want to mess up in front of his best friend because he’s been hyping himself up for MONTHS now 

- He gets to the space and backs up but he was too close and his rear was too close so he knocks over the front left cone and jerks to a stop

- Iwa sucks his teeth and taps the window all like “Why are you just whipping into the spot its not a race suckykawa-”


- He hides his face in the wheel because HE JUST KNOCKED OVER A CONE WHY WAS HE CRYING but Iwazumi’s too fast and the second he saw the wetness on his face he snatches the door open and lifts his face up so that he’s looking at him

- He’s all like “Oikawa its okay… its just a cone everyone hits it on their first try” and Oikawa is very grateful that they decided to do this in an abandoned parking lot because Iwazumi’s next words seal the deal like “You can hug me you know there’s no one here” 

- and he does. Cries all sorts of nasty into his hoodie. 

- Oikawa always needs a hug when he’s sad doesn’t matter if he’s 8 and just scrapped his knee on the monkey bars or 18 and just failed his mock parking test 

- So after a few minutes Oikawa demands that they try again because he’s stubborn and when he gets determined like that Iwa has no say to stop him

-They practice all day only calling it quits when Oikawa’s mom calls him back home for dinner

- Iwa drives them back because he knows even from the passenger seat night driving is terrifying for Oikawa

- So when they get back Oikawa’s mom asks how it went to which Iwazumi jokingly replies that “He sucks. We almost crashed 15 times. Cause a 20 car pile up. The police were there. It was awful 0.5/10 the government should never allow him to drive again” “IWA-CHANNNN. ITS N OT TRUE”

-He stays for dinner and when he gets up to drive himself home he turns to Oikawa who has walked him to his car he gives him a small smile and says “You did good today” 

- OIKAWA IS BEAMING and Iwa regrets everything immediately 


- *smack* SHUT UP 

- while he’s pulling off Oikawa yells back “THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR CAR! TEXT ME WHEN YOU GET HOME, IWA-CHAN!”

- Iwazumi grins in the rear view mirror and takes extra precaution to drive extra slow on his way home

Come Back To Me (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Summary: After years away from the Avengers, Bucky finds himself yearning to be back in the field. However he has much more to lose than he did years ago.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything angsty(?) and I’m not too sure about my ability to convey such emotions. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

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Originally posted by thechloris

He sat out at the driveway with his head in his hands. His fingers gripped his hair angrily before releasing and gripping the steering wheel. He didn’t know whether he should stay hidden in the car or risk going into the house and have another fight.

He was exhausted; from work, from his failing marriage.

He had perfect view into the kitchen. You were doing dishes; he had come home too late to enjoy a family dinner. He didn’t know whether to feel guilty or relieved. It must had been a mixture of both.

Everyday seems like an intricate dance of avoiding the inevitable talk, desperately holding on the crumbling foundation of your love. But even the most solid foundations crumble and it was becoming more and more difficult to put on a happy face in the morning.

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RFA + V + Saeran reacting to a MC afraid of heights??

I apologize for not adding in the Cinnamon Roll and Edge Lord into this. I couldn’t think of anything for them :/


  • you feel incredibly bad
  • like very bad
  • your nugget wanted to go on the ferris wheel 
    • he just wanted to cuddle with his sweet s/o, overlooking the pier
  • but you just HAD to freak out in line and Yoosung took you somewhere quieter
  • once you calmed down you told him about your fear of heights
    • all stemming from the time your uncle dangled you over the bridge in Seoul and hE ALMOST LOST HIS GRIP
    • since then you never trust uncles, water, bridges, or heights
    • just thinking about it gave you anxiety
  • he feels so BAD because he felt like he was forcing you to go
  • but the face he makes just kills you because he was looking forward to a romantic view with you
  • so you suggest just sitting on a bench at the pier to watch the bright ferris wheel


  • you never realized how TALL the C&R building was until you stood in front of it
  • it practically reached to the SUN
    • why does Jaehee work here again?
    • haha oh the money!!!
  • she told you to meet her at the restaurant but you really wanted to see her
  • it takes all of your tiny courage to storm into the building and get on the elevator
  • but it was kind of crowded going in, you didn’t get a chance to press for Jaehee’s floor
    • and people just kept coming in
    • panic started to set
  • so you were trapped in the elevator going up and down
  • 10 miserable minutes later Jaehee walks into you in fetal position in the corner of the elevator in the middle of your panic attack
    • “jaEHEE AM I DEAd?????”
  • you were NOT looking good so she made sure you two got to the bottom floor and rushed you to the hospital
    • you felt extremely bad because you just VOMITED on beautiful Jaehee’s skirt


  • Zen sort of surprised you with a hiking trip
  • at first you didn’t want to say anything because Zen was super gung-ho about hiking
  • you just did your fake smile and pretended like you were into it too
  • and you thought it probably wasn’t that bad
  • oh yep nope it’s a fucking mountain
  • anxiety intensifies
  • you made sure to walk close to Zen, away from the edge
  • what seemed like hours, you made the mistake of looking over the edge
  • were trees ever that small???
  • you tried walking but your legs were shaking and you KNEW you couldn’t go up any further
  • thankfully Zen didn’t go up any further
  • the moment he turned around to say something to you he saw you on your knees crying
  • after taking a few minutes to calm you down he insists they head back down the mountain
    • he wanted to pick you up but it would not help your anxiety any further
    • ends up holding your hand and taking you down the mountain
  • you feel extremely guilty but he understands
  • he puts your health and safety above all else the beautiful marshamallow~


  • every time anyone mentioned “penthouse” you imagined it like it is
  • but you didn’t imagine it to be this TALL
    • and he’s on the top floor???
    • Jaehee is it too late to ask him to meet you down here???
  • just looking at how high it was gave you anxiety
  • yet you manage to buck up your strength (and stomach) to be escorted in
  • things went well at his place
  • you thought you could handle just staying up there for an hour or two
  • but what was an hour turned to days
  • every day made you all the more anxious
    • you could swear you feel the building move
  • especially if he wanted you to see the view
    • “Yeah it’s great.”
    • “MC, you’re not near the window.”
    • ;;;
  • one time he leads you to the window
    • oh god can’t get out of this one
  • and IMMEDIATELY you latch onto him
  • no just no
  • he’s confused but just lets it happen
  • when he asks you about it later and you explain it to him
  • you just see this hint of sadness in his eyes
    • because it’s another reason why he needs to let you go
  • once things in the RFA clear up, this donut remodels his penthouse so his home is on the bottom floor


  • omg
  • you were going to murder this jellybean’s ass
  • he talked about taking you somewhere blindfolded 
    • both of you had talked about going to the park
    • and it was kind of boring in the house
  • you heard you were in a car, then takes you to an open area where you heard birds and smelled of grass
  • then at some point, he scooped you up and slung you over his shoulder
  • you laughed because Seven was just being Seven
  • but then you felt the two of you going up
  • like he’s climbing something
  • what concerned you the most is the fact that he’s CLIMBING
  • he stopped and took off your blindfold
  • now if you were a normal person, you would be in awe of the view you had of this wooded area
  • but you happen to be an anxious individual with a phobia of heights
  • you never clung onto anything more than you did his body
  • at first he just thought you were playing a joke on him
  • but when he noticed your eyes weren’t on the sights and buried in his chest
  • you seemed petrified so he brought you down to the ground
  • every word that came out of his mouth was an apology to you
    • it wasn’t his best grand gesture
  • it was a rather silent car ride back home until you wanted him to lay down on the couch with you to nap
  • because anxiety can be exhausting
Tangled Together

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 651

Warnings: Fluff

A/N:This is for my girl, Shmegan, @megansescape, who won a personalized aesthetic and drabble during my 600 Follower Celebration drawing. She requested a Sammy Snuggle with the color purple.  Hope you like it! :)

You were so cold, freezing to be exact.  The heat in the Impala had gone out on the way back home from a hunt and it had been an hour or two since you could feel your toes.  

Sam was the first one to start to notice the chill of the winter seeping into the car and when he brought it up Dean got all huffy and started rambling mechanics lingo that neither you or Sam understood.

After Dean realized you had no idea what he was talking about he gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles turning even whiter with the bitter cold sinking in, and barked that he would look at it when you got back to the bunker.  

As soon as you were back, Dean went to work on Baby, Sam headed to the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee, and you snuggled down on the couch underneath your favorite purple blanket, the one your mother had made for you before your life had been turned upside down.

Sam immediately knew this was about more than just being cold.  He knew that specific blanket you only used when you were feeling down and homesick for the life you used to have.    

He poured two cups of coffee and joined you on the couch.  As he handed you a cup of coffee, you held the mug in both hands, letting the warmth sink into your hands; soothing you.  You couldn’t help but notice Sam still shivering as a sweet smile spread across his lips.  You lifted the far corner of your blanket and motioned for him to join you underneath.  He hesitantly moved over and laid the blanket on his lap.  Feeling the extra body heat under the blanket, you slid your body up against his to absorb the extra heat into your freezing limbs.  

You turned on Netflix started up your favorite movie, Patch Adams.  You snuggled down and Sam wrapped his arm around your shoulders allowing you to fully lean into his side.  

About an hour later, Dean came in from working on Baby.  Mumbling, mostly to himself about needing to get new parts for her soon, he strolled into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee, which of course wasn’t so hot anymore.  It was a good thing that coffee wasn’t very hot too, because as he joined you and Sam, he tripped over the carpet and spilled the coffee down his front.  He stood there, completely in shock at what he was seeing.  

You and Sam were laying down on the couch, Sam’s chest pressed completely against your back, you wrapped in his arms, your legs tangled together.  As he stood there, Dean realized that you both must have laid down to watch the movie and fell asleep. The most shocking part to Dean, wasn’t the proximity, it was the look of pure bliss written all over your faces. He hadn’t seen either of you that happy in a long time.  There was no way he was going to be the one to spoil the moment, so he decided to go clean up and get some rest. 

Dean swore under his breath as he closed the door to his bedroom harder than he had meant to.  The noise resounded down the hall and woke Sam out of his slumber.  He shifted trying to get more comfortable; unable to feel his arm underneath of you, he pulled it free.  At the absence of contact with Sam, you stirred, mewling a cute little squeak and grabbing Sam’s hand to interlace your fingers in his.  Sam smiled and brushed the hair gently away from your face.  He leaned down kissing you tenderly on the cheek.  “I’m here. Sweet dreams, baby girl,” he whispered as he leaned his chin against the top of your head and drifted off into a peaceful slumber, knowing that he would forever be whereever you are.

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Rising to the Challenge

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Angry, angry sex

Word Count:  2687

Warnings:  SMUT, language, unprotected sex (be safe, ya’all), oral (female receiving)

As always, feedback is appreciated.  It’s warms my cold, dark heart to see all those comments, reblogs and hearts.  You rock.

Tags are at the bottom.  If you want to join the squad, send me an ask! Thanks for reading!

Rising to the Challenge

The ride back to the motel is tense. The air is thick with bitterness and irritation. The Impala feels far too confining, the resentment is practically rolling of Dean’s body and invading the vast space in between your bodies. You can feel his anger, like it is physical being, corporeal, prickling across your skin.

He stares straight ahead, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white against the black of the steering wheel. Every few minutes he flexes his fingers to restore the circulation, before reinstituting his death grip on the wheel.

It’s the longest car ride of your entire existence. It doesn’t help that you are dressed in your Fed clothes. The button down is constraining, the starched collar chafing your neck. It feels as if it’s smothering you. You’d pop open the top buttons if you weren’t so afraid that any movement you made would cause him to blow his top. The longer you sit, the more angry you become. Your hands ball into fists against your thighs. You were tired of Dean’s hypocritical bullshit. He was hard-headed, you’d never met a more stubborn man. He was so fucking infuriating.  

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anonymous asked:

" Ginny just got into an accident with the children Mike"

Mike drives to the hospital in a haze, white-knuckling the wheel as he flies down the highway  The worried voice of Blip on the phone ringing in his ears like an alarm, refusing to go off until he saw her.

It’s not until he’s yelling at the nurse at the desk that he realizes he’s caused a scene, demanding to see a woman he has no familial relation to, his heart seized in a vice grip.  His fist coming down to hit the counter, the rantings of a man consumed in fear, that Blip finally comes out and sees his stricken face.

“She’s fine, man.  Relax,” he tries to comfort Mike.

“How are the twins?” He asks, his eyes roaming the hallway for which room Ginny is in, his concern no less for the safety of Blip’s kids, but distracted by the need to make sure with his own eyes that Ginny was in fact fine.

An assurance that a few bruises were the only injury sustained on the kids’ frames, he’s led to a room with a pat on the back, as a shaky hand opening the door to her room.

She’s sitting on the bed, her head in her hands, her eyes closed tightly, as if willing away the day.

“Gin,” he approaches her, not wanting to spook her.

She peers up at him, a slight gash on her forehead, held together by a few stitches, her eyes filled with regretful tears, and she’s up off the bed in seconds, wrapping her arms around Mike, burying her head in his shoulder, and releasing the trauma of the day into him, soaking through.

His hand comes to rest on the back of her head, softly stroking over her curls. 

“It’s okay, everyone’s okay,” is repeated like a litany into her ear, until she finally pulls back, the horror of the day, and the ghosts of the past haunt her eyes, and she stares at him like he’s her only lifeline.

“What happened?”  He asks, not wanting to push her.

“I don’t know,” she whimpers, her hands flying up.  “The truck was coming into our lane, and I had nowhere to go, and I just…crashed,” she explains in a flurry of words and gestures, the stress leaking from her.  “And the boys, god, the boys…”

He grabs her hands, securing them by her side.

“It’s okay.  The boys are okay,” he assures her, and she slowly nods, as if acknowledging for the first time that nothing more serious had occurred.

He runs his hand over the gash, and she briefly winces, and his thumb travels over the stitches.  Concern etched all over him, his eyes squinting to scan the rest of her to make sure she hadn’t hurt anything else.

“I scared the shit out of you, didn’t I?” Her eyes downcast.

“Maybe we should think about you giving that license back,” he replies, and her eyes grow wide, before nodding to that too.  “Gin, I’m kidding.  It wasn’t your fault.”

“I just..I don’t have a good track record with cars,” she mumbles into herself.

And he instantly feels like an ass for teasing her, the memory of her dad ghosting itself in that moment.


“’Okay,’ I know,” she says with a soft smile.

“Right,” he awkwardly agrees, letting the silence envelop them.

“Can I go see the boys?” She asks with hopeful eyes, tinged with remorse.

“Yeah,” he says, guiding her to the hallway with his hand resting on the small of her back.

His eyes never leave her, needing the assurance that she’s here with him, healing and breathing.

She glances at him, roaming over his expression of concern.  Sensing her question, he pulls her closer, a kiss placed on the crown of her head.

“I’m glad you’re okay, Gin.”

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Mitch Marner #5

Requested by Anon:  (Inspired by Mitch and Auston singing on the bench) I ❤ your writing so much! Can you write an imagine where y/n and Mitch are singing in the car. The windows could be rolled down and ppl in the cars around them are laughing and it’s just super cute

*Hiii! Thank you so so much! I love Mitch and Auston singing on the bench. Okay, so here it is. I hope you enjoy this. It isn’t exactly what you requested but Mitch is being a dork here so I hope, I really hope you like this. :)*

Word count: 974

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Mitch grabbed your phone from the dashboard the moment your car merged with the traffic.

“Music time!” he declared as he opened your Spotify app.

You gripped the wheel and glanced at him quickly, “drivers get to choose.”

“Ha!” he said playfully, “I offered to drive but you won’t let me so I choose,” he sniggered.

Trust Mitch to actually feel bad about not being able to drive in bumper to bumper traffic. Dork.

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Notes: For the lovely @palmettomonsters for the @aftgexchange. She asked for andreil and road trips and that’s all I could think of. I was listening to Troye Sivan’s Wild while writing this. Hope you like it!

Length: ~1k

Summary: Sometimes home didn’t mean a place. Sometimes home was a person, or a feeling. And for Neil, a wild creature, home would always be the wild feelings that Andrew evoked on him.

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It was the small things.

It was Andrew looking at Neil and fighting a smile. Andrew’s fingertips brushing Neil’s as he handed him the packet of cigarettes. It was the way Andrew’s hand lazily gripped the steering wheel.

It was Andrew’s slightly parted lips before speaking.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

It was the quirk in his mouth, betraying his words.

“Or what?”

Neil lighted his cigarette and shifted his gaze back up at the other boy.

It was Andrew’s teeth unconsciously biting his lower lip.

Andrew smiled devilishly.

It was the small things that drove Neil wild.

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The Potential Future

I have written this One Shot based on “Ease” by Troye Sivan, as requested by @painting-with-rainbows. Lyrics in cursive.

I’m down to my skin and bone
And my mommy, she can’t put down the phone
And stop asking how I’m doing all alone, alone
But the truth is the stars are falling, ma
And the wolves are out c-calling, ma
And my home has never felt this far

His hands tighten around the steering wheel. They feel colder than they did before, but that might just be due to the ice freezing his lonely heart. A stunning awareness has taken grip of his mind. He had it coming all along. A thing like this ought to happen.

After all, he is Baz Pitch. The only person he can rely on is his family. Well. That’s what they say. The truth is that he can’t even rely on them. He’s all on his own, with no friend in the world. He should’ve known that it was too good, he was too lucky. That really should’ve made him suspicious because whenever something remotely nice ever happens in his life, the universe rips it away from him. That’s just the way it works. Baz’ soul is doomed and all the happiness that is granted to him will inevitably be taken from him. There is no kindness, only pain.

Now he simply feels like a fool for ever believing he could have that chance and a normal life. Then again, maybe this is normal. This is what happens to usual people in usual relationships. Perhaps that makes it even worse: Baz is nothing special.

As Baz is driving, with no aim and no orientation, he has no idea where to go. He doesn’t know where the road will lead. And it’s not only the car. He has lost all perspective and purpose. All his dreams are gone, just like that. Because all dreams he ever had involved Simon Snow.

There’s a storm going on outside. Snow keeps blowing against the window. But he can’t think to drive careful, even though the road is slippery. There’s no one who’d ask him to pay attention.

And he’s also so angry. He trusted him. He trusted him so much, he didn’t even see the signs. They were all there and Baz was so in love, he ignored them all.

But all this driving
Is driving me crazy
And all this moving
Is proving to get the best of me
And I’ve been trying to hide it
But lately
Every time I think I’m better
Pickin’ my head up, getting nowhere

His breathing gets heavier and suddenly he feels tears in his eyes. No. He blinks vividly. Stop it. Don’t do this to me. I won’t cry.

Why now of all times? Baz’ life has been a wreck for years and he trained himself not to cry, not to show a hint of emotion. So why now? Has he let his guard down, being Simon’s boyfriend? Has Simon changed him? Probably. Simon is who lured him out of his shell.

But that was a mistake. He needs to build all the walls up again, just to protect himself and all the others.

I trusted you. Why would you do this to me?

It was all just lies and pretending. But then again, Baz knows Simon, and he knows that Simon is not that kind of person. He wouldn’t have done it without reason. Perhaps it’s just impossible to love Baz Pitch. And maybe it simply took Simon long to realize that.

Quickly Baz wipes away the disturbing tears and concentrates back on the road.

I guess I can’t hold it against you, then. That’s just what happens when you get together with a monster. (So maybe you believe me after all that that’s what I am.)

The phone on the front seat beside Baz rings again. It’s Simon.

Does he feel guilty now? Does he want to apologize for not breaking it off before he did it? Or does he just want to tell me to go to hell? Maybe that’s where I’m headed. I don’t know.

Whatever it is, Baz doesn’t want to hear it. Not now when he can’t keep his damn emotions in check and has no bloody control over himself. Next time he sees Simon, he’ll really make an appearance. He’ll be his old self again, and not even Simon will be able to look past that mask.

That is, after he cried for hours and had a lot of ice cream and watched a lot of shitty movies. That’s what the normal people do, isn’t it? But then again, they probably have somebody to do it with. It’s no fun all alone. And also, that’s not how Pitches deal with stuff like that.

Yes, maybe he has changed. Maybe Simon has moved something inside of him. But that was all Simon’s fault and now that he’s gone, there’s nothing he can live by anymore. All that mattered once suddenly doesn’t anymore. And it’s pathetic. He can’t let this shake him. And most of all, he can’t show how much it does in front of Simon.

Baz had really considered himself a better person now. He has been starting to believe that he is worth the love. But now that he knows that Simon just lied to him, how can he carry on?

But that’s not what your mother taught you, isn’t it?, a voice in his head whispers. Baz frowns and stares straight ahead. She had told him to always stay true to himself. No matter what happens. And Baz would like to think that after all this time, he’s grown so much as a person that he won’t fall back. He’s not the person he once was and the person he is now will get over it.

But why does it have to hurt so much? To know that he doesn’t mean as much to Simon as Simon means to him?

Baz takes another breath and adjusts himself.

Take me back to the basics and the simple life
Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease
Your touch, my comfort, and my lullaby
Holdin’ on tight and sleepin’ at night
Holdin’ on tight and sleepin’ at night

Couldn’t Simon at least have tried to stay friends with him? The truth is, most probably, that Simon doesn’t want that. Baz still wishes that wasn’t the case. At that very moment, Baz isn’t able to imagine a life without Simon.

As he stares into the storm, barely able to see the road in all the fog, he thinks of all the things that were and will never be again. Things he will miss, probably forever. Perhaps that’s not as bad a thing as Baz thinks it is. Memories should be cherished. Baz can save them and lock them away in his heart. At least he still got them.

Memories of countless evenings when they laid in each others arms. When Simon looked at him with love and whispered things. When he told him that everything would be alright.

Baz will probably miss that forever. But then a thought occurs to him and he sits up a little straighter.

This has nothing to do with him. This happens to normal people. This doesn’t mean that Simon sees him as a monster. He just somehow fell out of love. And that’s okay. Simon is allowed to find happiness with someone else. Baz always just wants what’s best for Simon. And if that’s what’s best for him, so be it. Baz only wishes Simon had just told him instead of having to find out like that.

Of course, Baz grew suspicious when Simon wasn’t sad at all that Baz was going to leave for a week to visit his family. And he had been awfully distracted lately. Always texting someone… But only today Baz had witnessed him sneaking out of their neighbors flat.

Obviously, Baz didn’t want to jump to conclusions. So he wanted to confront their neighbor (who is terribly good-looking, much to Baz’ distress) but instead overheard him talking to somebody. Baz heard him say how he waited for his boyfriend to break up with whoever they were officially together with at the moment.

That’s how Baz found out that Simon had been cheating on him. After all, he hadn’t been aware that their neighbor was dating anyone, but apparently he was the only fool who hadn’t known.

And he just had to leave, without a word to Simon, and he just drove away with no aim.

Maybe he was hoping to find something, anything, just a clue as to what to do now. His whole world has broken apart.

But all this driving
Is driving me crazy
And all this moving
Is proving to get the best of me
And I’ve been trying to hide it
But lately
Every time I think I’m better
Pickin’ my head up, getting nowhere

Take me back to the basics and the simple life
Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease
Your touch, my comfort, and my lullaby
Holdin’ on tight and sleepin’ at night

Baz makes a decision. He’ll go back and talk about things, even if it will break his heart. He can’t just run away from the situation. He has to face the truth, even if he doesn’t like it. Maybe he won’t have to say good-bye to Simon completely. Perhaps they really can stay friends.

Just because Simon has stopped liking him like that, it doesn’t mean he has stopped liking him altogether.

Come on, Baz. You are brave now. You can do this.

So Baz turns the car and starts driving back home.

I’ve been lyin’ to them all
I don’t need it anymore
Don’t you worry about me
I’ll be fine if I can breathe
I’ve been out here for too long
Taking shit for how I’m wrong
How I’m wrong
Always wrong

Soon enough, Baz pulls into the drive-way. He’s scared to go in, but this is his home and he has to one way or another. He is scared of the things Simon will say.

Be brave. You can do this. You are a bigger person than you were before.

So he knocks because somehow that’s the only thing that feels right. Immediately, the door is pulled open and Simon looks at him, his hair all messed up.

For a second, Baz is overwhelmed by the urge to touch his hair, but he knows that he can’t.

“I came to talk,” Baz says and lifts his head.

Simon looks like he’s about to cry.

“Where were you?”
“I just needed some space.”
Simon hugs himself as if he’s freezing and Baz wants to pull him close.

“You know why.”
“No, I don’t. Come on, Baz, you just vanished. How am I supposed to know what’s going on?”
I wish I could hug you.

“I’m not a complete idiot, you know. I know what you’ve been up to.”
Simon looks instantly surprised and gasps shortly.

“You do?”

Baz nods and looks away.

“And… that caused you to drive away?”

Baz nods again. Suddenly, Simon seems horribly uncomfortable.

“I- I guess… I’m sorry. If I had known you’d react this way-”

“What? How did you expect me to react?!”
“I just thought… I guess I was being stupid.”

Simon looks at him again and his gaze is pleading.

“Can we just go back to how we were and forget this has ever happened?”
This catches Baz by surprise. But then again, he knows he’d do anything for Simon.

“That depends… Will you stop it?”
“Of course. I’ll drop it.”

“And… was it… was it love?”

“What do you mean? Of course I did it out of love!”

It hurts too much.

“Then why do you even want to be together with me? Out of pity? Do you just feel sorry for me?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You betrayed me, Simon, but I thought I could look past it. But not if you… If you love him.”

“I… betrayed you?”
Baz looks away, feeling like an idiot again. Why does Simon pretend he doesn’t know what they’re talking about?

“You think I cheated on you?” Simon whispers disbelievingly.

“With our neighbor,” Baz confirms.

That’s when Simon laughs and Baz feels humiliated. Maybe he should’ve just driven away and never returned.

“That’s ridiculous,” Simon eventually says and takes Baz’ hands in his. “I thought you trusted me,” he whispers and sounds hurt.

“I did, but then… You acted so weird. And I heard how he said… That he wants you to break up with me.”

“Oh Baz,” Simon smiles sadly. “He wasn’t talking about me. He’s been in a secret relationship for a couple of weeks.”

“Not with you?”
“Not with me.”

“But what were you hiding from me?”

Baz presses Simon’s hands and holds them tight. Simon glances at him nervously and lets go of Baz’ hands. He swallows and murmurs: “I didn’t want to do it like this, but whatever…”

He drops to one knee. He gets a little box out of his pocket and holds it up to Baz.

“I’ve been planning this for a while now and I was going to make it really special for you. I would never cheat on you, Baz. You are the only person I can think of. I can’t picture a future in which we’re not together. I love you and… Just… Will you marry me?”
Baz stares at him, eyes wide open.

Okay, I guess I shocked him, Simon thinks and gets more nervous. The ground is damp and Simon just wants Baz to do something, anything. But he doesn’t.

“It’s okay if you say no but please don’t break up with me,” Simon adds. That’s when he realized he needs to open the box and he quickly snaps it open to reveal the ring he’d carefully chosen.

Baz still stares. Simon begins to wonder if that equalizes “no”. Maybe he just needs time?
Simon gets up awkwardly and rubs his sweaty hands off his trousers.

“You don’t have to answer now. I’ll give you all the time you need to think about it.”


“You don’t have to answer at all if you’re not ready. Or we can get married in twenty years. That’s okay with me.”

And that one word makes Simon smile brighter than ever before.

Take me back to the basics and the simple life
Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease
Your touch, my comfort, and my lullaby
Holdin’ on tight and sleepin’ at night

Holdin’ on tight and sleepin’ at night

Now, Baz finds comfort in knowing that Simon means the world to him and he means the world to Simon in return. They don’t know what the future holds but they have made a promise to love each other no matter what. To stay together through everything.

A promise is nothing sure and it’s no security. But it means that they’ll try and do their best.

Therefore, a promise is all they need.

Baby Blue

// a quick drabble inspired by late conversations in cheap diners with dark haired boys. i just wanted to write wonwoo ok im sorry

// warnings: heartache??? it’s just after a breakup so, a little bit of fluff, lots of roasting wonwoo

// sneak peek: “You’re testing my emotional bounds here, baby blue.” He pauses, takes a moment to drink the suspicious beverage in his white mug. After a moment, he speaks again. “I stopped caring a long, long time ago.”

// wonwoo x reader

// word count: 1,140

   The car ride is silent, the night out even more so, and you have a hard time breathing as your grip on the steering wheel tightens, vision blurry as you keep your eyes on the road.

   You’re crying.

   At first, you can’t really tell, but then you’re almost blinded by the tears, and they’re spilling down your face like a damn waterfall. A lump in your throat is choking you, and your heart and stomach wrench at the same time, a familiar sense of sadness hurting you with painful stabs.

   For the fourth time, you know your current relationship is unhealthy and you decide to end it, but this time - this fourth, final time - it’s real.

   Your current boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend?) is by far the worst you have ever had. Maintains himself like a classic alcoholic slob and treats you no better. But he’s cruel to you, says things that shouldn’t be said to any human being alive, and as you drive down the dark road, you know there’s no way you’re turning back.

   You can hear your things in the back seat toppling over each other after you swerve around a bird you didn’t catch sight of on the street, and you’re thankful you didn’t take anything breakable or fragile from the shared apartment. But the painful pulse of your heart is affecting your throat, and your mouth feels dry and eyes too puffy. You know you can’t drive any longer - if you do, you might end up killing yourself (whether it be accidental or not is a matter of your own wellbeing).

   You blink away the tears in your eyes and take a shuddering breath before catching sight of an old beat up diner on the street. You decide to pull over for a break.

   You park the car and turn on the light inside, staring at your own puffy red eyes in the rearview mirror. With a choking gasp, you bring up the sleeve of your sweater and wipe harshly at your face to rid of any more tears. Without glancing at yourself in the mirror again, you turn off the light and the car, stepping out into the cold night before entering the too-hot-and-stuffy diner. You immediately make way for an empty stool at the bar.

   A waitress comes by and you can barely hear her voice asking for your order - it’s almost like you’re listening from the bottom of the ocean. You blindly ask for a cup of black coffee before going back to staring absentmindedly at the bar, not being able to think or do anything else.

   “What’s a pretty person like yourself doing at a diner so late at night?” It takes you almost a whole minute to realize the question is being directed at you, and you look up to find a boy with dark hair and a lazy smile sitting a few stools away from you.

   You attempt a friendly smile before saying, “Avoiding people like you.” The boy grimaces with feigned hurt, and he scoots closer so he’s now sitting on the stool next to yours.

   “That hurt, baby blue. Hit close to home.” The waitress comes back and sets your coffee on the bar without a word before leaving again. You ignore the boy next to you, and take a drink of the coffee, grimacing at the bitterness. “I’m guessing you don’t do coffee too often?” He asks, chuckling. You roll your eyes.

   “I prefer mint tea.” You’re both quiet for a long time, and then the boy holds out one of the napkins from the bar, nonchalantly waiting for you to take it. “You’ve got tear stains on that pretty face.” You hesitate, then take the napkin, trying to ignore the compliment as you wipe at your face. “I don’t know what the problem is, but by the looks of it, we’re in the same boat, baby blue.” You snort.

   “I highly doubt it.” Your mind wanders back to the painful things your ex-boyfriend had said only earlier today, and you grind your teeth together as you try to bury the memories.

   “You could always be hurting more than you are now.” When you turn at the voice, you realize the boy has been staring at you all along, a gentle smile on his face. He’s got dark eyes, but they look kind nevertheless. “Besides, trust me, whatever it is, it’s not worth it.” You breath out a bitter laugh, gripping your mug tight.

   “That’s easy for you to say. I bet you’ve given up every opportunity to have a stable life.” The boy mouths, ‘wow’, and shakes his head as he stares at his hands on the bar.

   “You’re testing my emotional bounds here, baby blue.” He pauses, takes a moment to drink the suspicious beverage in his white mug. After a moment, he speaks again. “I stopped caring a long, long time ago.”

   “If you stopped caring, then why do you care about me?” The boy doesn’t say anything for a long moment, and you think the conversation is as good as over. But then he turns to stare at you, and he’s gently smiling again, the ends of his dark eyes crinkling the slightest bit.

   “Because you’re attractive.” He licks his lips. “And judging by that hideous outfit and unusual manners, I can tell there’s someone behind your icy personality right now. Someone who’s kind and got something going for them, but is too blinded by other’s stupidity and harshness to say anything else. Besides, why should somebody else have to hurt just because you’re hurting too?” He lets it sit in the air for a while, all those different words. Then, he says, “And I’m flirting with you. If you haven’t noticed already.” There’s a slight teasing tone behind his voice.

   “Well…” You begin, but, frankly, you don’t know where to end. “I’m not available.” The boy raises an eyebrow at you.

   “Why? Got a boyfriend? Girlfriend?” You shake your head, and you feel your face flush. Tears prickle harshly at your eyes once more.

   “I just ended it with a boyfriend. For good. And I’m not sure if I can take any more of it.” The boy nods.

   “Well, I’m not asking for marriage. Not yet, anyway. But I’ll wait.” He sighs. “I’ll wait for you.”

   A silence passes again, this time longer than before. It’s been forty-five minutes before the boy finishes his drink and leaves a twenty on the bar. He rises from his seat, runs a hand through his dark hair.

   “The name’s Wonwoo, by the way.” He gestures at the bill on the bar. “Your drink’s on me. I’ll see you here next Tuesday. Same time, baby blue.”

   He leaves the diner before you even have the time to tell him your proper name.

//admin miely//