i find this strangely adorable

Good Girl Ch 20: Claim

Thank you everyone for all the love! You have no idea how much I love to hear your thoughts on everything! Keep them coming!

“I wanted her to sit next to her,” Jiyong pouts from the other side of the large desk. Kris had pulled me on to his lap right when he sat down, denying me any chance of sitting with my new friend on the other side, not that I minded; I kind of enjoy his jealousy.

“Mr. Kwon,” Kris snaps taking the older man’s eyes away from me, “Please tell me what you needed to tell me.  I would like to have time to focus all of my attention on my baby before my next phone call.” His arms around my waist tighten, his thumbs lazily draw circles on my stomach.

“I was giving her plenty of attention out there,” My new friend smirks devilishly.

“Ya!” I glare at him, “None of that remember?”

He sighs and holds up his hands in surrender, “I’m sorry Beautiful, I saw the opportunity and had to take it.”

“No more Oppa or we can’t be friends.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell happened out there? Why are you being so friendly with each other?” Kris grabs me by the chin to get me to focus on him.

I shrug, “We talked.”

“You talked?”

I nod.

“Kris, I really don’t appreciate the constant interruptions,” Jiyong glares.

“I’m just worried about my baby.”

“I see that,” He glares at Kris’s hands on my body. “You must be too busy with that to discuss the future of your group.” He moves to stand but Kris stops him.

“Hyung, I’ll stop, please tell me what you came to say.”

Jiyong smirks, “First, I want Joo-ya over here,” He pats the seat next to him.

“Oppa, stop being mean.”

“But Joo-ya, I want to help you out of your cage.”

I shake my head, “I like my cage.”


“Oppa, if you are going to be like this I will leave.”

He sighs, “Fine, I’ll talk about this boring stuff. Just don’t leave.” Looking back to Kris his playfulness disappears, “I learned from an unnamed source that some information was being leaked from someone who was play gangster with our groups. When my source revealed the name of our little bug I quickly found him and captured him. After looking threw his computers I found out nothing about what he knows or where the information he got is being held.”

“What do you need from us?” Kris says back, giving off the same cold professional vibe as Jiyong.

“My brothers and I tried to get the information from him but since that is not something we are very good at, my hyung has a bad habit of going too far and loosing everything all together. So, since getting information is your families specialty, especially that chubby faced hyung of yours, we were thinking of just giving this snitch over to you.”

“This isn’t a conversation I want to have in front of Jooyoung,” Kris states.

“She is already here. She knows. Might as well continue.”

I add in, “I already know most of this from the first night I stayed with you guys.”

“See,” He beams at me, “She’s a brave little girl.”

“Why are you helping them?” I ask him, something that surprised all of us.

“What do you mean?” Jiyong looks a little proud that I’m daring to question him, Kris just looks horrified that I may have offended my new friend.

“You said earlier that you two are the biggest groups in Asia, that means you’re competition. Why would you help them? I mean, even if you weren’t able to get the information out of this man yourself, there must be people you can hire for that, right?” I look to Kris for an answer.

“Baby,” Kris warns, “You shouldn’t think about this stuff.”

The other just continues to beam at me, “She’s so smart.”

“Stop looking at her like that.”

“She’s just so amazing.”

“Why would befriend someone like this?” Kris asks me gesturing to the suddenly glaring man.

I smile at my new friend, “He reminds me of Jihyo.”

Kris grimaces as Jiyong stares at me confused, asking, “Is that a compliment?”

“A very nice one,” Kris answers honestly, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “You should feel very honored.”

“Where is my baby?” Tao yells as he busts threw the doors. I automatically jump out of Kris’s grip to run into the tan man’s arms.

“Taotao!” I yell back gleefully jumping into the tall man’s arms.

“I’m so sorry I was so mean to you this morning,” He kisses the top of my head.

“It’s okay, did you guys get everything figured out?” I question, giving him a once over before going to check the others who are coming in behind him.

“We’re okay baby, thank you for checking,” Kai says giving me a peck on the lips when he sees the man approaching our group. “Mr. Kwon, what are you doing here?” I’m quickly passed around to greet everyone, getting more personal greetings than normal with lots of kisses.

“I came to have a talk with your brother, now I’ll be on my way out,” Jiyong gives them a polite smile.

“That was all you had to say? You came all the way here to say that?” I pause for a second in Chanyeol’s hug to look back at him.

Jiyong nods, “Well that and to see you again.”

“I thought we were going to talk more?”

He smiles, “You seem to be busy now, we will talk again soon. I’ll be coming by a lot more to talk with your oppas about that snitch.”

“I’ll be going back to school next we so I won’t be around.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I’ll make sure our friendship doesn’t end here,” He comes over to us, Chanyeol’s grip tightens around me when Jiyong pats my head. “I’ll be taking my leave, so all of you can relax. But one last request, I’d like Joo-ya to walk me out.”

All ten men glare at him but Kris answers, “Over our dead bodies.”

I can see the temptation in his eyes to give back some gangster like threat in return but when our eyes lock his mouth closes as he reconsiders his words, not wanting to get on my bad side. How ironic.

“Fine, how about to the elevator?” This time he doesn’t wait for a response, instead he just grabs my hand and pulls me toward the elevator. When my oppas do nothing to stop him I just follow along, letting my mind wander about what all of these things could mean. We stop at the elevator doors, he presses the button before turning back to look at my oppas who had began taking a few steps forward, “You stay.” The boys freeze in the doorway, “Good guard dogs.”

I bow slightly to him, “Sorry about them being so over protective.”

He chuckles ruffling my hair affectionately, “It’s cute.”

“They usually aren’t that physically affectionate in front of others.”

“No worries, they are just marking their territory. Speaking of which you haven’t been claimed, have you?” He scans me.

“Claimed?” I cock my head at him.

“Those dumb boys,” He sighs before pulling off one of his rings and grabbing my hand. “This ring will keep you safe from anyone who would dare try to mess with you.” I let him slide the ring on to my ring finger, I stare at the beautiful dragon ring. It is a golden dragon wrapped around my finger with a small black gem in it’s mouth; I can’t help but find it strangely adorable.

“Does this mean you’re claiming me?”

He hesitates answering for a minute, “Yes and no. You can take it off whenever you want but when you do wear it, people will think you belong to me. I like it on you though,” there’s that smirk again.

“It will make my oppas mad.”

“Tell them, I give them permission to claim you as well. But keep the fact that I’m allowing you to take the ring off, it’ll make things more fun.”

“Allowing me?” I raise a brow at him as I play with the ring.

“It’s something I’m used to saying, sorry.”

“You seem as strict as them.”

He chuckles, “I’m probably worse, I wouldn’t let any man touch you.” He grabs my hand again; staring at the ring he smiles softly.

“Why do they let you touch me?”

Just than, the elevator dings, “I’ll explain it to you next time.”

“When will next time be?” My curiosity gets the better of me.

He steps into the elevator still holding my hand so it won’t close, “Dinner next week? Tuesday?”

“My oppas won’t like that.”

“I’ll deal with that,” He smirks before kissing the ring on my hand and stepping back into the elevator, letting it close. “I’ll see you soon Beautiful.”

“Goodbye Oppa.” Turning around I see my daddies all there staring at me like I had an arm growing out of my forehead. “Is this how my oppas felt the first time they saw us interacting?”

“I’m guessing so,” Suho comes to me, giving me a complete once over. “He didn’t hurt you right?”

“Oh goodness, daddy,” I smile at the worried man, “You are so cute when you are worried.”

“Baby, we are being serious,” Kris says.

Lay nods in agreement, “He is a very dangerous man.”

I scoff, “You’re kidding right? Don’t you guys dare start giving me a speech about how he is so dangerous, that I should be worried about the situation I’m getting myself into. You guys need to realize that I’m already drowning in a situation I don’t fully understand with you guys. I have nothing to gain or loose from talking to Jiyong oppa. I’m living with twelve men who I call daddy. I risk the chance of pissing one of you off and getting myself raped or murdered everyday.” They all share a similar look of guilt and anger, glancing from one another, another silent conversation.

“He claimed you,” Chanyeol deadpans, glaring down at the ring on my finger.

I sigh staring down at it, “He said it’s okay for you guys to claim me too, whatever that means.”

“What if he likes her too much and takes her away?” Sehun worries, coming over and hugging me tightly.

Kris shakes his head, “From what I saw of them interacting, he cares about how she feels about him. So unless our baby wants to leave he won’t take her.” They all look to me.

“Baby,” Chen calls, “Are you happy with us?”

I sigh but nod without hesitation. Whether or not I’d care to admit it I love their craziness and possessiveness, though sometimes it can be too much.

“What about what Mr. Kwon said earlier, about you being in a cage?” Kris wonders.

“I’m a pretty bird in a cage, at least that what he said. I told him I’m happy to have such an amazing view from my cage,” I look at each of them, earning me a hug from an excited Baekhyun.

“What did you talk about before he got in?” Tao wonders.

“He wants to have dinner on Tuesday.”

“Hell no!” The room rallies.

“That’s what I said, but he seems to think he can change your mind.”

Suho groans, “This just got a lot more difficult. We should get her back to the house before something else happens.”

“Did someone tell the hyungs about this?” Sehun asks nervously.

Everyone in the room shakes their head, “I’m not going to tell Xiumin that our baby was claimed by the black dragon.” Kris shudders.

“Black dragon? Is that his street name or something?’ I ask. Sehun nods making me wonder, “What’s your guys’?”

“Suddenly with all the questions. What do we tell you?” Baekhyun taps on my nose.

“Only big kids need to know.” I pout, “Jiyong oppa would tell me.”

Chen sighs, “Baby, if we answered every question you asked, you would be running away faster than you would have ever thought possible.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“We have done some bad things baby, we will do more, some worse. We want to keep you from such a dark world alright?”

“I’m braver than you think.”

“You are a little girl,” Suho snaps, “you say you are brave, you say you are strong, you say you are a big girl, until all the bad things you said you could handle become too real for you. And suddenly you are curled up in a ball crying when we come towards you, calling us monsters. We don’t want to tell you because we don’t want you to be afraid of us. So please baby, stop with the questions, we want one innocent little thing to not run screaming when we come near. Can you give us that?”

I nod, suddenly feeling guilty for letting for letting my curious show too much when I know better.

“Now lets go home, we have a new problem to deal with.”

“What about Xiumin hyung?” Kris glances at the closed door.

Chen gives him a smug smirk, “You can explain that.”

“Hell no.”

“We just couldn’t tell him for a while,” Chanyeol suggests earning a smack on the back of the head from Baekhyun.

“Don’t you think he will notice the massive ring on her finger?” Baekhyun glares at the younger’s stupidity.

“I can’t believe he gave her his favorite one,” Kyungsoo takes my hand and stares at the ring.

“He kissed it too,” Suho adds. Open my mouth to ask something but snap it close when I remember my scolding a moment ago. But Suho noticed, “What is it baby?”

“I don’t know what questions are okay.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why does it matter that he kissed it?”

Kyungsoo answers, “It’s a show of interest and a promise of loyalty.”


“Take it off right now!” Xiumin oppa demands the moment he see the ring on my finger at dinner. The boys have somehow managed to keep their hyung distracted enough for him not to notice it, but after forcing his way into the spot next to me he sees in on my left hand as I eat.

“Daddy, it’s fine,” I continue to eat as the older man glares at everyone else at the table.

“It’s fine? Did anyone tell her who that bastard is?”

I sigh slamming my metal chopsticks on the table, I stand up, my chair sliding out, earning me every eye in the room. “Daddy Xiumin, I said it’s fine, I had to deal with them the whole way home telling me about how dangerous he is and how worried they are for my safety. None of them told me who he was, he told me himself. I know that he is the leader of a mafia, but so are you. If you want me to question why my alarms didn’t go off with him when I know just from looking at him that they should have, I will have to do the same to all of you. If you all would like the think back to two weeks ago when we met; I was curled up in a ball drunk off my ass in the back alleyway of your club after you guys started a shoot out. Let’s not forget that you killed an innocent man in front of me, after that I got in a car with you. Talking to Jiyong oppa in your lobby is definitely not one the most questionable things I’ve done this month. So please can we leave that alone?” I plop back down in my seat and begin stuffing my face.

“That ring is going in the trash,” Xiumin doesn’t take his eyes off me.

Without looking up I say, “Then you are going to explain to him where it went.” I’m genially surprised when they don’t scold me or get mad they just continue to stare.

“Where is our little girl?” Luhan pouts from my other side.

“She is taking a break, but I wish she would come back,” I groan rubbing my temples, for one wishing that side of me would come out. It’s hard to deal with this shit when I’m big, I don’t have the patience for it.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” He wonders.

“Just let me go take a bath,” I stand up but Suho gives me a questioning look and before he can get the words out I groan, “Daddy Chen, lets go please.” He seems to be the only one not pouting about my small side being gone for the moment. The man nods before taking my hand and leading me out of the room where the other men start talking in hushed voices. He takes me to his room, right into the bathroom that had showered in days before hand in. I sit waiting on the edge of the tub while he fills it up, he grabs me a bath bomb that entertains me when he leaves to grab me some new clothes and towels.

He’s back just in time to turn the water off, the water is swirls of blues, black, and purples, creating my own little galaxy. I let him undress me and climb into the water, enjoying the sweet smell and how smooth it makes my skin feel. Chen sits on the edge of the large tub just watching me with a small smile.

“What?” I ask when he just continues to stare.

He chuckles, “I’m just thinking about how the others talk about how you are so different from when you are your little self. I think you are the same just with a little more kick.”

“You guys don’t like me when I’m big do you?” I stare down at the water.

“Speaking for myself, I love you both ways.” I peek up to find him leaning a little closer with a small smile, “You are my baby, no matter how big you are. As for everyone else, they are just worried that if are big you won’t think you need us and you’ll leave. Not to mention how hot it is when you are so cute and needy for our attention.”

“So you guys don’t hate me when I’m like this?”

“If I’m being completely honest, it’s really hot when you are your badass self. But it makes it hard for us to control ourselves when you are being so tough,” His eyes scan my naked body, that is hidden under the dark water, coming back up to find my lips. I smirk, leaning forward and catching his lips in a kiss. Mindlessly he leans forward, I grab his tie and pull him closer into the water, causing a some of it to splash out.

“Oops,” I squeak when he lands in between my legs.

“Oops won’t cover it baby. You got daddy’s nice suit all wet,” He teases.

“I can’t do much more than help you take it off,” I flirt, catching both of us off guard.

“This is what I mean, this big side to you has such a mouth.” I grin when he leans back in for a kiss, sheading his jacket and vest quickly. Next to go is his tie, followed by his button up leaving him in only his dress pants. We break the kiss, our chests heaving; I bite my lip as I take in his perfect chest and abs. “My eyes are up here baby.”

I wish someone would make a Butters x New Kid fanfic.

I find it strangely adorable how our character seems to have a great fondness for Butters (going based on their reactions to things) and their interactions are pretty cute.

Kinda surprised there weren’t any art/fics of it back when Stick of Truth was the only game

anonymous asked:

hello i hope you are doing well, I would like to get some headcanon for Chisaki observing their s/o taking care of Eri and Chisaki feels all flustered by starting thinking about having a family with them but prefer ignoring it because of his work :(

I am doing quite well and hope you are too, all the love for Overhaul right now! I absolutely love it. Eri is adorable too.

  • Chisaki finds it strange that he’s thinking about starting a family with his s/o and Eri. Eri isn’t his daughter, yet seeing her and his s/o together? It’s a strange. He’s known s/o for awhile now, maybe that’s why he’s thinking about it so much.
  • Doesn’t even notice he’s staring at them while they’re all together in one of his large rooms. His mind becomes bombarded with thoughts that his cluttered desk accidentally gets wiped out. Of course they apologize for it, but he feels like a fool already.
  • Gets really mad at himself for thinking about these things while he has other important matters to take care of, the only main goal he has right now is rebuilding the organization for the sake of the old man. He plans to rule all evil too, and having s/o stuck in his mind messes up his goals.
  • Tries to put those thoughts away while he’s doing work. He excuses himself into his private office and away from seeing all the happiness with Eri and s/o playing. Strictly advises that no one enters his room until he says so.
  • Surprisingly, he slowly pets Eri’s head to see what it feels like to have some children’s of his own. Though he has mysophobia, it’ll be quite hard to engage in sexual activities let alone being touched. Eri stares at him in shock and starts trembling in fear, but he gives her a glare to keep quiet whenever his s/o isn’t looking.
  • Gets the gloominess all of the sudden whenever he sees his s/o acting all happy with Eri. He wants to start a family, maybe sometime in the future but that won’t probably happen because he’s keeping secrets. For now, all he can do is give some attention towards them and discreetly proceeds daily duties. His main goal for the organization is important to him.

This is my favorite crossover right now okay? Yes.
Completely opposite from my last post of these guys, I find this idea strangely adorable in my mind’s logic. Clover has been stated multiple times by its creators to be a “baby” of its kind; the film surrounded it being frightened and lost without its mother. Well, the MUTOs in Godzilla aimed entirely to mate and have babies of their own which *SPOILERwerekilledSPOILER*. So discounting all sequential logics and the fates the monsters befell in their films, how about imagining cute MUTO parents taking care of a little lost and scared baby Clover? Yes. Yes I like this. 

THE VOICE OF NIGHT VALE vs the voice of Night Vale

Cecil Gershwin Palmer. Our narrator. Our voice. Our entrance into the world of Night Vale.

But is he really the VOICE OF NIGHT VALE?

As the most recent episode, Parade Day, illustrated, not anymore. And even though he fulfilled that role for the audience in the past, it was never really who he was.

I’ve seen a lot of nostalgia for when Night Vale was simpler. There is a faction of the fandom that is losing interest due to the ongoing storylines (particularly Strex) and the increasing darkness of the story. I think that there is another reason that perhaps these people haven’t put a name too, and if I’m right, it’s unfortunate. See, I think that what the show has slowly done is incredibly intelligent.

It has made Cecil into an individual, and more importantly, it has made him an individual who does not necessarily speak for the rest of the town. On a characterization level, this is great, but I think it messes with a lot of people’s headcanons.

(As a sidenote, the show has done a similar thing with Carlos. Carlos at first appeared to be representative of the typical outsider investigating Night Vale. He was the “normal” one who was stereotypically handsome and completely unaccustomed to strangeness. Now, I personally find that characterization deathly dull, and I adore our adorkable, nerdy, affectionate scientist with a degree in SCIENCE! We get the impression that Carlos, even if he freaked a bit at first, hasn’t so much gone native as finally found a place where his quirks are seen as normal. This messed with a hell of a lot of headcanons, but it made him a person. But I’ve already meta’d plenty on Carlos. Back to Cecil…)

There is a common trend in the fandom to see Cecil as having a sort of psychic link with the town. When he speaks, one used to be able to interpret it as him saying what most people in the town thought. At the beginning, this was necessary. We needed to learn what typical Night Vale behavior was, and someone unaccustomed to the strangeness would see Cecil as speaking for the majority of the town.

One could even argue that Cecil sees himself this way. He often speaks with the assumption that his listeners will agree with him. He views himself, mysterious missing past aside, as pretty much normal.

And when this is shown as true, and everything is, horror and death nonwithstanding, peaceful and normal, we can relax as we listen. THE VOICE soothingly tells us what we (the people of Night Vale) all think, and even if the casualty count is even higher than average, we (the outside listeners) feel secure.

When Strex first came heavily into play, the mood changed. This was an outside force imposing on what had become our little town. Things were not as they should be, how we had gotten used to them being. We could only imagine that the rest of the town wanted to go the way of Tamika and her army. We thought everyone was as horrified as Cecil. We still, in many ways, saw this bizarre little town as a united front, with THE VOICE narrating all of our feelings towards the invaders.

The end of Parade Day changed all that.

Now, Parade Day was hardly the first time we saw glimpses of how Cecil is, in fact, not quite like the rest of the town. For instance, he is hugely sympathetic towards Megan Wallaby, even when it’s implied that most of the town is against even installing wheelchair ramps for children who need them. He shows no prejudice against Hiram McDaniels, even when it is implied that some in the town are prejudiced against his species.

But Parade Day, for the first time, put Cecil at odds with most of the town, and we have to question a lot of assumptions. Were all the residents as bothered by the Strex takeover as Cecil? It surely affected him more personally than most. I imagine many just took it in stride, and they adjusted to a new kind of evil in charge. People disappear all the time in Night Vale. Does it matter who is to blame?

I bet a significant minority of the population just rolled with it. I mean, Strex is also pretty incompetent in some ways. Their evil plots never seem to completely work out, and a kindergartener could tell that Cecil was sending secret messages to the community.

 Then, my guess is that the majority, (those who didn’t flee like the City Council) just passively wanted Strex gone. I mean, there is a lot of shit in this world that horrifies me: wars, corruption, poverty, etc. But it doesn’t really dictate my actions. It might affect how I vote, or if I share an awareness post here or on Facebook. I might donate some to charity or get into debates with people. But really, these things don’t direct most people’s lives.

So on Parade Day, there was finally a call to action, and people didn’t answer. They came and watched, like it was just another interesting thing going on. Maybe they hoped for a good outcome for Tamika. I bet some of them were placing bets, or planning on having always supported whomever the victor was.

These people are the ones who speak for most Night Valeians.

And the ending hurt so much because Cecil is now alone. It isn’t just that Tamika was captured or that Carlos is stuck in the house that doesn’t exist.

Cecil (and we) discovered that the voice of Night Vale is only a title. It doesn’t get capital letters.

Cecil discovered that he never really was THE VOICE OF NIGHT VALE.

Cecil is the voice of the few.

Cecil is the voice of the revolution.

And Cecil is something much better than the voice of night vale.

Cecil Gershwin Palmer is the voice of Cecil Fucking Gershwin Palmer.

Preference #9 - Nina by Ed Sheeran
This preference is based off of Nina by Ed Sheeran

A S H T O N (HIS P.O.V.)

Sometimes I wonder / In any other summer could you have been my part time lover / To me listening to Stevie Wonder / Under the covers where we used to lay / And Re: Stacks is what the speakers play / I’d be on tour almost every day / When I was home up in my flat is where we used to stay

Being home from tour was fine. Great, even. Until I started seeing things that reminded me of her every time I turned a goddamn corner. This morning when I woke up, I did everything I could to blur the memories of me and her waking up in the same bed, the same broken sunlight streaming through the blinds. I tried to forget the way she’d lazily roll over, the sunlight making her hair shimmer and adding to her overall angelic appearance, and start the music playing from her phone, and we’d just lie there and listen. When I put my phone on shuffle in the car and that Stevie Wonder song played, I had to stop it after the first five seconds to avoid whatever emotion I was feeling. I tried to forget the way we never put a label on our relationship, and the look she had on her face when I hugged her the last time at the airport before leaving for tour. We’d stopped talking everyday after a while, until eventually we didn’t talk at all. I wondered if she knew I was home. I wondered if I should call her. I wondered if she missed me and if she struggled with the memories the way I did. I didn’t even know if I was allowed to feel these things — after all, we were never really together, were we?

C A L U M (HIS P.O.V.)

Oh Nina / You should go Nina / ‘Cause I ain’t never coming home / Nina oh, won’t you leave me now / And I’ve been living on the road Nina / But then again you should know Nina / ‘Cause that’s you and me both / Nina oh, won’t you leave me now / Now

“Won’t it be nice when you come home, for good?” Y/N asks dreamily from her end of the phone call. “Yeah,” I agree halfheartedly, swallowing the guilt and dread that had begun to form in my stomach each time we went through one of these phone calls. “God I miss you,” she sighed. “Miss you too,” I said truthfully. I did miss her. I just didn’t know how to tell her we’d scheduled another tour, and I wouldn’t really be home for good for quite a while. She was better off without me, better off without constantly missing me — but I couldn’t bring myself to leave her. She’d have to do that on her own. Eventually, Y/N would realize that I spend far too much time on the road to be good for her, and she’d leave. And it would hurt, but I’d let her. The sooner she realized it, the less hurt she would be. As I told her I loved her and hung up the phone, I painfully wished she’d just leave me now and spare herself the tears.

L U K E (HIS P.O.V.)

And every weekend in the winter / You’d be wearing my hoodie / With draw strings pulled tight / To keep your face from the cold / Taking day trips to the local / Where we’d eat on our own / ‘Cause every day when I was away / We’d only speak on the phone

“Its. So. Cold.” I remember her hissing out, her voice muffled from my hoodie that she had pulled tight around her face and creating puffs of smoke in the cold December afternoon air. “Stop being a pussy,” I joked, laughing at how ridiculous she looked in the hoodie that swallowed her small frame, only her eyes and nose visible. She groaned quietly as I continued pulling her down the deserted London streets, towards the nearest cafe to get out of the cold. “You know there’s a reason we’re the only two out right now, right Luke?” she sourly questioned, struggling to keep up with my long strides. “Because we’re adventurous and don’t mind a little cold?” I guessed, raising my eyebrows as her. “No, because it’s 20 fucking degrees outside and there’s half a foot of snow on the ground, and you’re a dumbass who I somehow decided I was in love with and followed to London,” she whined, using her both her hands to grab onto one of mine and try to keep up. “Aw, Y/N, love you too,” I kept up my positive attitude, finding it strangely adorable the way she rolled her eyes in disgust. I knew she hated the cold, but I was determined to get to a cafe. After, we hadn’t come all this way for nothing. I finally saw a glimpse of the familiar cafe and reached my hand out to open the door when I saw a sign clearly marked ‘CLOSED.’ “Are you fucking kidding me?!” Y/N began, before I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. “Guess we’re gonna have to find another way to keep warm,” I had mumbled, her lips complying with mine. Now, I fell out of the distant memory and looked at the snowflakes falling outside my hotel window, and then the phone in my hand. My thumb hovered over her contact info before I decided against it and locked my phone. No. She wouldn’t want to talk to me now. That day in the cold was far away.

M I C H A E L (HIS P.O.V.)

You call me selfish, I understand / But I can’t help it / I put my job over everything / Except my family and friends / But you’ll be in between forever / So I guess we’ll have to take a step back

"Ugh!” she let out angrily as she grabbed a fistful of my shirt. “Why did you wait to tell me you were leaving for five months until the day before you leave?!” she weakly pushed me back away from her. “Y/N…” I trailed off, trying to grab her hands in mine. “No! No, Michael,” she looked up at me, her eyes impassioned and conflicted. “You know what you are? Selfish! Fucking selfish! I’ve known you since we were, what, five? I should’ve fucking known you’d do this to me,” she jabbed her finger into my chest as angry tears streamed out of her eyes. “I know,” I start. “I can’t help it,” I try to explain. “What do you even think we are, Michael? What am I to you? Am I your girlfriend? Your best friend? Someone you’re willing to leave behind without any warning? Explain, please,” she finally lets go of my now crumpled shirt and takes a step back, sniffling and wiping her face with the back of her hand. “I guess…I guess we just need to take a step back while I’m away. This tour, this is what I need to focus on right now, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” I say as a pang hits my heart. She looks up at me and weakly chuckles, shaking her head slightly. “Bye, Michael,” she holds my gaze until she reaches the door, then walks out and to my surprise closes the door silently behind her.

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS IS AWFUL BUT IT MADE ME EMOTIONAL. I may or may not have cried for all four. Also got carried away with Luke’s like usual soz Luke girls. Anyways, please tell me what you thought, reblog it, and send me a request! Love you!