Sine, Sine! I'm sorry to bother you, but do you have any good tips for writing 616 Tony! I just love your characterization so much :)
Oh, boy, an opportunity to talk about my fave! I was actually sitting here thinking, gosh, I hope someone asks me to write meta about my favorite characters sometime soon! And then you did, so thank you, anon! (And thank you, I’m glad you like my characterization.)
alright, here’s my second rick x reader fic! i’m,, so sorry it’s so long oh my go s h
i considered breaking it up into maybe two or three chapters, but i wanted to get it all out there in one fell swoop
this fic contains the reader going through a heart-wrenching breakup, borderline alcohol abuse, the presence of a knife used in a threatening manner, and 1 (one) death happens (kinda eventful and admittedly dark for the stuff i normally write but wanted to go into a territory i normally don’t go into with my writing, so!!)
let me know what you guys think ;u; !
It finally happened. You just didn’t think it would happen as soon as it did. You always had suspicions that he was being unfaithful, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, even after all this time. He just made everything feel so believable.
You were more stunned than anything. You were still in that initial phase where everything felt surreal – like a soft veil had been placed over reality; everything sounded muffled. Lights had a soft bloom effect. People moved in slow motion. You weren’t actually there; you just… existed.
And then one day, out of nowhere, reality finally sunk in. It hit you harder than anything ever had before.
A/N: This wasn’t requested, but @doctor-allons-y gave me the idea because I wanted to write some Dean fluff. I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback would be pretty cool!
August was the hottest month of summer, but the last month of summer you had to endure. Fall was so close that you could taste it. With autumn, came those flavors you couldn’t find any other time of the year. Soon pumpkin spice everything would hit the shelves, along with hot cocoa in every gas station coffee machine.
You opened the door to Dean’s bedroom and pushed a box into the room. It was a box of your sweaters and other fall clothes. You couldn’t wait to wear them. They were the coziest clothes you owned, and by far your favorite.
“[Y/N] it’s only august,” Dean mumbled as he took off his headphones. The elder Winchester got up from the bed and picked up the box and set it on the bed. He opened up the box, moving his gaze to you. “You can’t even wear these yet.” It seemed like every year, you brought out these close earlier and earlier.
warnings: mentions of starving one’s self, bullying
authors note: happy birthday mork bork lee i love you so much btw this is my first scenario so don’t kill me lol
genre :🌼🌸 angst/fluff
“honestly, y/n isn’t even that pretty, I have no idea why mark is dating her.”
“There are so many other talented girls he could’ve dated…”
“There’s nothing special about her.”
“ah… she’s so chubby, she should diet.”
“maybe if she fixed her body and face, then she’d be good enough for mark.”
“she looks so bad in that skirt. Y/n please fix your stretch marks, thank you.”
“She should eat less. Y/ N looks like a pig.”
“Mark deserves so much better.”
You scrolled through the comments under the recent article that was put up on Naver. You were currently at the MBC building , visiting Mark before one of his last Cherry Bomb promotions.
During the past week someone had caught you and your boyfriend, Mark , out on a date. The two of you had been so careful the past seven months to keep your relationship on a down low , but the simple drop of the hood from the wind and slip of the mask exposed your relationship to the public. Your thoughts rushed around your head as the sound of camera shutters clicked filled your ears.
“Isn’t that NCT’s Mark Lee?”
“Who’s that girl with him?”
“They aren’t on a date are they?”
Mark had grabbed your hand and made a run for it. Once the coast was clear of paparazzi and pesky fans , Mark noticed the worry in your face.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to you okay , love?”
“The public were to find out eventually. Better now than later , right?”
He kissed the top of your head and held your hands.
A few days after the release of the pictures , SM released an official statement that yes, the two of you were dating. You had been dating a few months prior actually. The usual things such as “ Please respect the privacy of Mark and Y/N” and “ we hope you stand by his decision ” were also included in the statement.
Of course there were the sweetheart fans who were behind everything that Mark did. They sent loving comments to Mark and genuine kind words to you as well. You always loved reading their comments. They made you feel better about this whole situation but in the other hand , there were fans who disapproved of your relationship with Mark.
The amount of mean comments dominated the nice ones.
“Don’t mind it , Y/N. The fans who write all the terrible stuff are just immature. They’re the ones who can’t get over them selves.” He had said to you.
You wanted to listen to him , you really did , but the amount of hate you started to receive was something you couldn’t stay away from.
Mark’s fans had found your social network accounts. They sent messages telling you how much they despised you. You even got death threats one time in your Instagram dm. You were pretty sure you had over 100 people blocked by now.
Majority of the comments body shamed you. You yourself weren’t the standard slim and tall, beauty, but you weren’t terribly over weight either. Yes ,you had your imperfections such as a tummy , thighs , stretch marks, and cellulite , but you celebrated these things rather than letting it get yourself down- usually.
All the mean things people were saying were starting to get into your head. You now took a good look at yourself in the mirror and watched your self esteem deflate.
“Maybe they’re right… I could lose a few pounds…
I need to eat less… will skipping meals work?
Should I get a nose job?
It all hurt. ” You thought.
Everything was just so overwhelming by now. You had shut yourself in your home for the last week, sobbing in your bedroom.
“What has my relationship come to?” you asked yourself.
As the days went by , everything had been getting increasingly more difficult for you.
Today, just leaving your own home felt like something you couldn’t accomplish. As you walked the street some fans had noticed you , even through your mask and sunglasses. They took that opportunity to spit angry words in your face. You just bowed to them politely and went on your way.
Taeyong sucked in air though his teeth as he checked the article on Naver for the nth time. “Mark, you’ve read the article haven’t you?”
The teenage boy looked at his leader though the mirror , while the makeup artist put the final touches on his makeup. “Hyung, I’ve probably read it more than you and all the other members combined. I’ve read articles on other sites too.”
Taeyong bit his lip. “I’m guessing you’ve read all the comments under the articles then as well. ”
“Trust me. I know what people are saying about Y/N. I’ve seen it all.”
Haechan looked up at Mark from eating his food. “I wonder how she’s taking all of this.” By now, all the stylists and managers had left the room for a short while. Mark sank back in his chair, leaning his head back.
“She can’t be taking any of this too well. She’s getting attacked by pretty much our whole fanbase.” WinWin commented while munching on a cookie.
Mark let out a groan. He felt terrible that all of this was happening to you. You were receiving more hate for the relationship than he was. Guilt crawled up his spine. This all wasn’t fair, especially for his precious Y/N.
Mark ruffled his hair in frustration. “Do you guys know how many times I picked up the phone to Y/N sobbing? All of this hatred from fans has gotten to her . She says that she doesn’t think that she’s enough for me. She says that NCT won’t do well because of this setback - I don’t want her to think like that- I need to take some of the blame too-”
Mark hadn’t realized that his eyes had become watery. The boys watched in silence. They had never seen Mark in such a upset state. He was normally so happy and cheerful.
The tension in the room was slightly released when one of the stylists who had been in the room earlier popped her head into the room.
“Mark,” she said softly , catching the raven haired boy’s eyes,
“It looks like Y/N is here for you.” She whispered.
The boy’s head quickly snapped up. He hadn’t seen you for a while and was dying to once again. When he quietly entered the hallway, he found you with your back faced away from the door.
“Huh, Y/N looks thinner than usual…”
Being a few inches taller than you he peeked over your shoulder, the small smile on his face quickly disappeared. Mark pursed his lips as he saw you scrolling through your direct messages , reading what terrible things people had sent you. He waited a minute or two and also watched you open the web browser to the articles , your eyes running over each comment left. He had had enough. His arm reached over you and snatched your phone right out of your hand. Realizing that your phone was soon taken away from you, a groan escaped your mouth.
You sharply turned around with a glare and fumes radiating off of you.
Your mood quickly calmed as you saw Mark standing in front of you.
“M-mark.” You sputtered.
“Y/N” he breathed.
Mark immediately enveloped you into a hug , sending warm waves all over your body. You missed him. You really did.
Entering the waiting room once again , hand in hand , the members greeted you politely.
Mark led you into one of the corners of the room and sat you down on the couch. You immediately cuddled up to him, his arms wrapping around your waist and your head lying on his shoulder. The two of you made small talk , avoiding what’s been happening on the social media outlets. As time went by, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. You smiled and stared at the size difference in your hands, admiring the warmth they gave you.
“Oh, Y/N , we have food. Do you wanna eat?” You turned your head in the direction of Jaehyun’s voice. Sitting up , you starred at the food and chewed on your bottom lip. “U-ummm….”
“Come on babe, go eat.” Mark dragged you over to the table on the other side of the room where the other members were.
You sat down on the floor and gave Jaehyun a small bow as he put a bowl of rice in front of you.
You thanked them for the food as observed as they all started to eat. You sat there for a while and watched everyone dig into the delicious looking food. Taking a small piece of a radish side dish, you popped the vegetable into your mouth and chewed slowly. You didn’t want to admit it to anyone but you had been skipping a lot of your meals for the time being. Things that the fans were saying about your body really took a toll on how you viewed yourself. You mentally groaned as Mark put more food in your bowl. “Eat.” He said while munching on some beef.
“Ani, Mark , I’m okay…” you said while putting your chopsticks down.
“Y/N, you barely ate anything at all.” He pouted , serving you more food.
You shook your head , gazing at Mark. Your stomach churned but you didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“Mark, I said no.”
“You told me you rushed out and didn’t get to eat breakfast. Y/N , you have to eat something babe.”
“I don’t want to eat ,Mark.”
You felt your vision start to get glassy. Nausea filled your body and the thoughts of the comments rolled in once again.
“God, how could someone that ugly date my Mark?
Mark is for everyone , you ugly ass girl . Stop keeping him to yourself.
Y/N darling, please have some control at the dinner table.
Where can I send money to you? You need to get your face fixed Y/N”
You knew it was going to be difficult to date an idol, but you didn’t think it was this hard.
How naive of you , Y/N
“I told you I don’t wanna eat…” you whispered.
The member’s attention was now fully on you. You hadn’t realized you had started crying till a tear fell onto your hand.
“Y/N…? What’s wrong…?” Mark’s eyes widened.
You sobbed and sobbed, not caring what the other members thought. The words spilled out of your mouth.
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t. Don’t people know that words hurt? ‘Y/N , lose weight ’ ,’ Y/N , you need to get your face redone.’ 'Y/N is ugly’ ’ Y/N doesn’t deserve to be with Mark’ , it all just hurts. I’ve been starving myself just to deal with your fans Mark. I just want them to like me and I want all of this harassment to stop. I love you , I really do , but it’s just so hard.”
Hot tears flooded down your face , the members looked at you with pitying expressions. They felt sorry for what was happening .
“I feel terrible for Y/N, I just wanna hug her right now.” Doyoung whispered.
Mark stood frozen in his spot , he was angry with the fans but he knew that this anger wouldn’t get him anywhere. He hated seeing you cry, it broke his heart . Pulling you close to his chest, he hugged you stroking your hair and placed as many kisses on you as possible. “ Y/N… please stop crying… those terrible people don’t deserve your tears.” You hugged Mark back but shook your head. There wasn’t anything that you could do to keep the waterfall from your eyes from running.
“I’m so exhausted Mark, I’m tired of listening to them.”
“Boys? It’s time for your stage.”
You pushed Mark away and dabbed your eyes with a tissue.
“Go on.” You told him quietly.
Mark bit his inner cheek. He wasn’t going to leave you like this. Something needed to be done. As the boys filed out of the room ,Mark grabbed your wrist and pulled you out as well.
“W-wait, Mark where are we going- Minhyung-!”
He was pulling you past the members and through the doors to the stage. Your heart started to race. What exactly was Mark doing?
The back stage crew looked at the teenage boy with a puzzled expression. He turned on his mic and squeezed your hand. Taking a deep breath he led you up the stairs of the stage.
“Mark, what on earth are you doing? Are you sure this is a good idea!? You going to get booed off the stage if you bring me up there.”
“Just trust me Y/N , okay? ”
You trembled as you walked up the stairs. Looking back the NCT members stared at what was happening in front of them. You gave them a concerned look but all they could do was shrug.
As the hot, stage lights hit your face, you squinted and gazed out into the crowed.
Most of the seats were occupied . When the crowd saw Mark , their initial reaction was the fan girl norm- screaming their lungs out. But when then soon saw that Mark not alone,the cheering died down and whispers fluttered around the room.
“Oh My god, its Y/N.”
“What’s she doing up on stage with Mark?”
“Yikes, she really decided to wear that today?”
“Does anyone know what’s going on?”
You tried to pry your hand away from your boyfriend’s but him grip seemed to be too tight.
“Mark, let me go…”
The boy covered up his mic and whispered.
“No. I need to do this. I need to be the type of boyfriend that protects his girl in any type of situation. It’s my job to protect you Y/N.”
You stood there, eyes wide at his words.
“M-mark… n-no…” you frantically looked at the other NCT members standing on the side of the stage. They were just as shocked as you were giving you shrugs. Mark never was reckless like this- they never thought that he would do something to this extent but it seemed that he really cared about you .
Mark uncovered his mic and let out a cough. He gave a slight wave to the fans in a awkward motion.
“Thank you for all the fans who came out today… I really appreciate and love that all of you are here.” Mark gave a small cute smile to all the fans causing them to squeal.
“So… I know you guys know who this is.” He stated , gesturing to you. You looked into the crowd and glanced at the bitter faces of the fans. They shot you looks of death and jealousy making your stomach curl. You wanted to run of stage , but you were so fear struck , your legs refused to move.
“ There’s been a lot things being said about Y/N online , I’ve seen most of it,” the fans started to chatter nervously “ I know that the decision I have made has hurt most of the NCTzens and I’m truly sorry, but please, please be respectful to Y/N . I’m not asking for you all to like her, whether you do or not, that’s up to you. I just want you all to think of how she feels right now. Imagine if you were in her shoes, would you like to hear and see nasty comments being thrown at you?”
Mark squeezed your hand.
You watched as some of the fans faces turn guilty. They shook their heads.
“I really… love Y/N and I hate seeing someone I care about get hurt. If you have anything to say to her , say it to me instead .”
You felt like your heart was about to explode as he said that he loved you in front of the fans. You squeezed his hand back.
“Stop messaging her on her private social media accounts , stop body shaming her , stop telling her that she needs to get plastic surgery. Stop being childish fans who don’t have the decency to give a guy and his girl some privacy. I wish you all could see what a great person she is without judging her by her imperfections first. Y/N is beautiful just the way she is,” he turned to you and looked you dead in the eyes. “You don’t need the reassurance of the fans , you’re the most beautiful and most genuinely humble person I know. That’s why I love you. You honestly make the the happiest guy on this earth.” Mark turned back to the fans.
“Please you all, please leave Y/N alone.”
And with that note, Mark took you off of the stage. The set was dead silent. He brought you into the hallway. You looked up at him anxiously.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Mark shook his head and caressed your cheek.
“Yes I did. I promise I won’t let anything like that happen to you again ,okay?”
The day went on as usual. You went home while Mark continued on with his schedules. It was 10 o'clock at night when you heard a knock at your door.
You were greeted to a panting , out of breath Mark.
“Snuck out of the dorm again?”
“You know it.”
As the night went on , the two of you snuggled up on the couch , watching Studio Ghibli movies. You got a notification on your phone from a close friend sending you a video link.Tapping on the link it opened to a video that someone had taken earlier at that e MBC building. Biting your lip you watched the video with Mark by your side . “I can’t believe you did that.” You whispered. Mark chuckled and kissed your cheek.
“What did your manager have to say about it?”
“Let’s just say he wasn’t too thrilled about my behavior earlier , but what could I do ? I wanted to help you.” Looking up at Mark , you smiled and gave him a soft kiss, letting all the butterflies fly around your stomach.
“Taeyong hyung blamed it on my puberty , don’t worry.”
Scrolling through the comments one last time you smiled seeing that some fans took it upon themselves to apologize for the way they behaved. Although there were still those who said the unthinkable . Smiling, you rolled your eyes and shut your phone off.
“Right about what?”
“That it doesn’t matter what the fans think of me. I don’t have to listen to them. I have a guy who loves me inside and out and that’s all that matters. I love you , Minhyung”
Another sweet kiss was shared, oh, and lots of cuddling too.
Hello, admins can i request a Jin and y/n are
former college sweethearts but ended up breaking up because you thought he was
cheating on you. But years later you guys meet again because of some College reunion
and find out the truth he didnt and you feel embarassed but you guys talk about
it and he asks you out for a coffee date in hopes of getting to know you again.
Genre: Fluff / Drama
It was such a
bittersweet experience to meet your ex again. A part of you, the one that was
still hurt wanted to find him changed and ugly, unkind, bored with his life and
decisions but the other part of you, the one that had loved Seokjin to pieces admired
the way in which he was just like before, handsome as ever while standing in
the middle of the room and surrounded by some other former classmates and
chatting lightly, with that soft movement of his hands that you liked, with his
serene smile and attractive confidence, looking like some sort of model with
his white oxford shirt, navy blue blazer and dark jeans; he was the
personification of success and wealth and you didn’t know if you missed him or
hated to find him there.
You knew that
finding Jin there was a possibility, but you had still gone there despite, so
you had to suck it up and pretend his presence didn’t affect you at all, that
his voice didn’t trigger the memories of your relationship back, that his smile
didn’t remember you how it was so easy to fall for him. He always seemed so
correct in his manners, so sweet and approachable and you were sure the people
paying attention to what he was saying thought that too, had he cheated on the
other girlfriends he had after you too? You smiled sarcastically, taking a sip
form your drink, maybe those listening to him should know that part of Jin too.
throat you decided it was useless to think of that now, things between you had
ended a good amount of time ago and you had moved on the best you could after
your breakup and the worst day of your relationship when you found that girl
naked at his dorm, the betrayal still hurt but you supposed it was normal.
You’d gone to that meeting to have a nice time, put on a dress that you knew
made you look gorgeous, paired with high heels and planned makeup and hair, so
why waste all of that thinking about the past?
Hoseok, one of your old friends greeted you, waving and coming your way. He’d
been in that group of people around Jin and now, with the sound of your name,
Seokjin had shut down, looking at Hoseok dragging you towards him. –Come here
with us –
You smiled but
were honestly panicking a little inside, Hoseok had been a good friend of both
of you and you knew he didn’t have many filters, besides, he was aware of how
thorny your breakup had been, it was only fair to believe that now that time
had passed you would be completely chill and unbothered, so you were left
standing next to Seokjin and not knowing where to look when his warm brown eyes
fixed on you.
Hi! uhhhh idk if you're still accepting prompts but I'd figure I'd send one your way because I LOVE your writing and the way you write character interactions is spot on! Uhhh anyways! #23 or #25 for Gency!
Well since i already covered 25 in this ask I’ll do 23! Also thank you! I’m glad you like them!
Note: This one takes place Pre-Fall of Overwatch
“I don’t know what to tell you, Doc,” said Jack, folding his arms and looking out the window of his office, “With the completion of the Orochi assignment, Genji’s contract with Overwatch is completed. He’s free, so to speak.”
“Well yes, I understand that, but he wouldn’t just leave,” said Mercy, running a hand through her hair, “Security didn’t pick up anything unusual last night?”
“Nothing,” said Jack with a shrug.
“But there was the post-mission diagnostics–the follow-ups—Possible de-weaponization procedures to discuss—” Mercy was thumbing through an armful of files she was holding.
“Formalities mostly, more suggested than required,” said Jack, turning on his heel away from the window towards her, “You were never cleared for discussing those de-weaponization procedures.”
“Well–he wouldn’t be a part of Overwatch anyway….so would it really matter?” said Mercy.
“It’s best if he’s ready if Overwatch has need of his skills again.”
“But you don’t even know where he is!” snapped Mercy.
“Well yeah, but that’s mine and Gabe’s concern, not yours,” said Jack.
Her mouth tightened and she dropped her armful of manila folders onto Jack’s desk with an unusual amount of fury, “You let Torbjörn craft that–that awful rifle with my technology but you won’t even let me help him!?”
“All due respect Doc, but I think he’s the one not letting you help him,” said Jack, calmly gathering her files back up into a neat stack.
Mercy blanched and her brow crinkled and she let out a short, sharp exhale. Jack looked up from the files as Mercy turned on her heel and walked briskly toward the door.
“Doc–your files–Doc?” Jack spoke after her but she shut the door behind her a bit harder than usual and he was left standing dumbly with a pile of her folders on the desk.
Monsta X - Having a Hearing Disability (Wonho, Minhyuk, Kihyun, I.M)
This isn’t my best work, but I hope you still like it! Sorry if you’ve had this experience but there’s always a way around it!
Wonho - You were lounging around on the couch, taking sips from your water bottle. Nothing much happened that day when both you and Wonho decided to hang out, so much for inviting him over. He sat beside you, minding his own business and whatever his fingers were swiping on his phone. At times, you felt the need to hug him or reassure that the both of you don’t have any misunderstandings between each other and that you two don’t lose feelings either. Happy enough, you were more than glad to have Wonho as your boyfriend. “I was thinking of going to this party with you– Kihyun and his girlfriend are hosting it. Would you like to go? We don’t have to if you’re not feeling well.” That last part made it seem like you were obligated to go unless you were sick, but you knew he didn’t mean that. You stood up and nodded, knowing that he hasn’t been to a party in so long and it’d be refreshing to see some friends, both old and new. However, you wanted to make him happy, seeing him rush up the stairs to prepare himself, but you thought about yourself and how you were going to manage the night ahead of you. Knowing that there’d be a significant amount of people there, you’ve had your fair share in conversations where it caused you to question your confidence in listening and the ability to hold another conversation. That was because of your hearing disability. You often misheard the words coming from people’s mouths and felt guilty for the fact that you keep asking what they were saying. But from then on, you didn’t want to burden anyone because of how annoying it’d get to repeat the same thing over and over. Time passed as the both of you stood next to the counter, texting your friends that the both of you would show up. “Are you ready to go?” Wonho patted your back, his smile faltered upon seeing your frowning one. “What’s wrong?” Sudden concern flushed through his voice as you spoke up, twiddling your thumbs as you did. “Wouldn’t it get annoying if I kept asking?” Wonho showed a face of confusion which soon turned into understanding. “Oh,” He began. “About that. You see, it’s okay. You shouldn’t really be insecure about that because if they understand about your condition, they’d speak up or talk somewhere more quiet so you could hear them. You’re not perfect and they’re not either. Don’t worry about it and I’ll be sure to tell you in your ear what they said. Be careful, some of it is my own words.”
Minhyuk - “So when the oxygen molecule is detached, the carbon…” Your teacher trailed off yet again as you struggled to hear her words. Another day of suffering at school and it was already terrible enough to have distracting classmates and the sound of sniffling from behind you. Nonetheless, you managed to block out the noise voluntarily but not take in the important ones such as the teacher’s lessons. Chemistry, the class you were taking, wasn’t necessarily difficult because of her explanations that made you understand the concepts quite well. However, today wasn’t working out for you. Her voice was going in and out of your ear, blocking out the more important lessons and receiving the ones in between. You sat toward the back of the room which made the frustration even worse. Minhyuk, who sat diagonally from you, kept turning his head back to you, watching you shake your head and bite your lip. He would then turn back to the teacher and search for a time that he could ask her to slow down and repeat what she had just said. The reason behind the in-and-out hearing was because of your condition. Often times you didn’t bother asking anyone else to repeat things because of the burden it carried and you’d just ask Minhyuk for his notes by the time class was over. But because it was getting close to exam week, everyone needed their notebooks and possible resources to themselves where they’d cram study in hopes of getting satisfactory grades by the end of it. He saw you constantly erasing and rewriting, contradicting what you heard earlier to the words in your notes. Maybe it was this? No, she said something else. What was it? Minhyuk quickly raised his hand and asked, “Choi Seongsang-nim, can you speak a bit louder? Perhaps a bit slower because the students back there can’t hear you that well and might miss something important.” The teacher looked up from her textbook, gave a small smile and nodded, feeling a bit sorry that they couldn’t hear her well. “I’m sorry– I’ll try my best to speak louder next time. As I was saying…” You looked up at the boy who helped you, smiled, and continued to write in the correct way.
Kihyun - “So then he ran into the glass door!” Minhyuk imitated Hyungwon smacking into the airport’s doors before they could open in time. Apparently, he was so excited to see his parents that he forgot to notice the airport sliding doors. You, Kihyun, and your group of friends gave a hearty laugh before faltering to a decent silence. You tried to listen to what your other friend, Jooheon, was saying but now everything began to take a toll on your hearing. The thought of going out again impaled into your thoughts– you thought you were exaggerating, but at this point, you couldn’t help but tell yourself that after trying so hard to listen, what was the point? Insecurity rose within you and these were one of the few times you went with Kihyun to meet his friends. You didn’t want to keep asking them to repeat what they said, so you kept your mouth shut and just went along with the conversation, rejecting your want to understand and have fun. All because of your hearing disability. “Here, I got to go get the food we ordered. Jagi, why don’t you stay with them?” Kihyun said. You couldn’t come up with the words you wanted to say, and if you didn’t say anything, you’d make everyone feel awkward and guilty (as if they forced you to stay). “I don’t want to make you all feel–” “They’ll come with me, I need help carrying the food, actually. We’ll be back!” It was like magic how everyone forgot that moment of silence and instead waved a temporary goodbye to the both of you. As the both of you entered the restaurant (the group sat outside), Kihyun wrapped his arm around your waist and took you down different aisles, “scanning” the different chip bags and occasionally collecting a few and returning a few. “Sorry what happened back there, Kihyun… I was just–” “It’s okay,” He looked up from the shelves and smiled. “You’re insecure about your condition and I get it. We all do. That’s why we speak louder and–” “But I feel bad to make you guys do that for me.” “So? It doesn’t hurt us and we understand. If it gets us in trouble on the subway, we have a reason to. Don’t worry about it okay?” Kihyun stood up and kissed your forehead, ruffling it in the process before rushing to grab the food. “Get back here!”
I.M - The school garden. One of the few quiet places that you enjoy losing yourself in. Hearing the birds sing their morning song, the rustling of the aging trees, it’s almost melodic in a way. Right. Hearing these things were a bit of a challenge. While it seems smooth and flows to the ears of one, it sounds like it’s buffering in yours, though it didn’t really bother you much because you made up the songs in between. You sat down on a bench and ate your afternoon meal, picking at the carrots and radish you packed. It was a bother sitting in the cafeteria, but you still liked the social aspect when it came to your friends but because of your insecurities, you showed your face less often. “Hey, what are you doing out here?” Suddenly, you heard I.M’s voice, speaking to you in English. “Eating.” You squinted because of the sun and saw I.M sit down next to you, wearing a similar uniform to yours. Best friend and boyfriend for a few years, he was everything you ever wanted. Sure, he has a few habits and quirks that he picked up along the way, but no one’s perfect. “How come you’re not eating in the–” “The noise… I wouldn’t be able to keep up a conversation anyway.” You blurted. What was the point, anyway? Keep a decent conversation with yourself and you wouldn’t have to ask anyone to repeat anything except yourself. “Is that what this is about?” I.M slouched a bit on the bench, sighing into the morning air. He heard about your condition and insecurities to where he’d point out the signs where you weren’t up to talking to anyone. You’d keep to yourself, and he noticed that. You wouldn’t talk and so he’d talk for you. Some people take it as the “too dominant of a boyfriend” and some questioned if you were mute. You just didn’t bother asking someone to repeat their words because you took it as a burden and why bother anyway? “Look, don’t be insecure and a lot of us don’t hear things the first time, so if it happens to me, take it as me giving you a chance to listen in. I don’t want you to feel left out just because you can’t hear some of the things we say. If you need to, ask me. If you want to, ask the others. It’s perfectly fine and we’ll understand. That’s the bell. I have to go to Korean class. See you soon and I’ll be at the entrance to walk you home.” I.M patted your leg and grabbed a carrot before dashing off into the school building. “Thanks…” You lifted an arm before packing up your things.
Hey guys! I’m back from my training op, and I have a lot of really interesting stories to share with you. I’ve got enough that I’m going to break them up into two parts, this being the first. I’d love to put them all in one entry, but I just haven’t had a chance to write them all down yet. I didn’t have anything too crazy happen while I was out there, but we did have one incident with a rookie that I found relevant. Since I’m sure you guys have been waiting for these, I’ll just get right into the stories. I’ll assign each batch of stories to the person who told them to me.
* Hamilsquad X reader
* 172: I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it - more depending on how stupid the thing you said or did was
A/N: I loved this prompt but couldn’t work it well into a pairing so this is just the reader and the squad all being buddies. And thanks to @do-i-look-ok for liking stuff and inspiring me to actually write and finish this.
When deciding on a place to live it seemed smart to split the rent on a large home with your friends. Your parents were appalled you wanted to live with four men and tried to talk you out of it. In the end they ask to meet the guys and relented. You just wish you thought about their wild tendencies.
More often then not one person said or suggested something that ended badly. And more often then not you joined in too. Thinking back, most of these things were stupid ideas or plans, usually suggested by Alexander or John. Like tonight.
“Why isn’t it a good idea?” John questioned.
“Because John, knowing us, a few drinks will spiral out of control. Someone will get hurt or something will get broken, and need I remind you we’re renting this place?” You argued back.
“Y/N, I know we’re renting. I haven’t ruined anything. Except that one time, are you ever gonna let that one time down?”
“John, you almost burned down the kitchen!”
“Yeah almost, but I didn’t.” He responded smirking.
“No drinks John.” You said sternly.
“That might be a bit difficult…” He said quietly.
“Please tell me you’re not already drunk.” You really hoped he was still sober.
“He’s sober as a stone.” Alexander spoke up from his spot on the couch, where he and Lafayette were racing in Mario Kart. “But he texted Herc and told him to pick up drinks on the way home.”
Just then Hercules walked in with the drinks. “Got what you asked for John.” He said holding it up. You just groaned. You could not believe these boys.
Like usual, against your better judgement, you joined the boys in drinking. And now you had a horrible hangover. The light coming in through the window was tourture. You looked to your bedside table to check the time. Instead you saw a glass of water, some medicine for you headache and a note. All it said was “sorry, it was a dumb idea. -John” You chuckled and down the medicine and water.
You needed to find a way to keep those boys under control. While scrolling through Pintrest you found your solution. You needed some paper, a marker, tape, and a jar.
Later that evening, when all the boys were in the living room you displayed your creation.
“What the hell is that?” John asked.
You pointed to the paper you taped to the side. “This clearly says idiot jar.” you said.
“I think what he means is what the enfer if an idiot jar?” Lafayette asked. He had a tendency to curse in French, as it was apparently more proper.
“ I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it - more depending on how stupid the thing you said or did was.” you told them.
“Seriously?” Alexander asked. “And who decides the level of stupidity?” He asked.
“I guess the whole gang can.” You shrugged. You hadn’t thought of specifics yet.
“Well I vote Y/N puts a dollar in as this whole idea is stupid.” John voiced.
“John, you should have to put in a dollar just for that statement.” Hercules said.
“Yeah it’s kind of contradicting.” Alexander agreed.
“Guys listen, let’s just try this ok?” You pleaded.
“Fine.” They all said in unison. So you put it on the coffee table. And you all lost a dollar to the jar that night.
You could happily say the idiot jar was helping. That doesn’t mean the boys were less wild but they thought through things more then that usually did. Even so, the jar was quickly filling. You had discussed what to do when the jar was full but you haven’t decided yet, but you needed to.
You walked into the living room to try and figure out how much money was in it. But the jar was gone. Either this was an honest mistake or one of the guys really didn’t like giving up their cash. You decided to ask Lafayette if he knew who took the jar. Only he wasn’t in his room. Ok…maybe Hercules knew. No sign of him either.
This was strange. It was Saturday so none of the boys were working and you guys usually hung out all together. Even Alexander wasn’t in his room writing like he usually was on Saturday mornings. That left John’s room.
Again the room was empty. Among the mess on the floor, however, was the jar. And it was empty. Did they seriously take all the cash from it? You heard the front door open. Oh they were so in trouble. You grabbed the jar and walked out to meet them.
They all froze when they saw you there. You were holding the jar up and giving them what Hercules had dubbed your ‘mom glare.’ “You found the jar then.” John said.
“Yeah I did. In your room. And it’s empty.” You said.
“Mon amie. Please calm down.” Lafayette said.
“Yeah we still have the money.” Alexander said.
“Then where is it? We still haven’t decided what we were using it for.” You argued.
“Right here.” Hercules said. He took a few bills out of his pockets. You looked and noticed they were bigger bills. “We took it to the bank to get it put into more normal amounts.”
“We were thinking when the jar filled up we could take the cash in, get normal bills, and then one person gets to decide what to do with it.” John said. “We’d take turns and since you started this jar thing you get to go first.”
You considered this and nodded. “Alright I think that’s fair.” You grabbed your purse and the cash and walked out. “See you guys soon.” And shut the door. The boys stared after you.
“Huh. I didn’t think she’d take the money and run.” John said.
“Here we were thinking she’d spend it on something we could do that wasn’t wild or stupid like we usually plan.” Alexander said dropping to the couch.
“We did fail to mention we took the money.” Lafayette voiced. “Peut-être (perhaps) this is, how you say, payback.”
“Told ya we should’ve said something.” Hercules said.
You hoped the boys weren’t too mad. You just wished they’d told you about taking the money, plus you wanted to surprise them.
You had gone to Walmart and picked up some movies all of you had talked about seeing. Including a new horror movie as the boys claimed they wanted to see how you reacted to it, even though you knew you’d hate it. Next you got some chips, a six pack (just enough for everyone to fairly have one, you decided) and some pizza.
You got back home and found no one in the living room. Wanting to surprise them as much as possible you stopped by their rooms and listened. You could hear some noise from each one confirming they were all home. Perfect.
You quietly went to the kitchen to make the pizza. Sure it was frozen pizza, but pizza is pizza. You put the pizza on the coffee table along with the drinks. You set up the movie and skipped through all the adds to the title screen. Then it was matter of getting the boys together. You had an idea. You went opened the door and slammed it as loud as you could.
That worked. The effect was actually a bit surprising. You heard noise from each room and all the doors opened. The boys came running in, already apologizing. They all froze for the second time that day. You laughed at their expressions.
“Sorry for acting mad you guys. In fact I was a little, but not that much. I wanted to surprise you guys. So I grabbed some movies, food, and drinks. This way we could stay in and watch some movies.” You said.
“We thought you took the cash and just decided to say ‘screw you’ and do something alone.” Alexander admitted.
“A foolish thought clearly.” Lafayette said.
“Thanks Y/N. You had every right to do whatever you wanted with the cash.” Hercules.
“What are we standing here for?” John said. “Let’s get this party started!” He ran over and jumped in the couch. “Y/N sits by me!” He said. You laughed but took the spot next to him anyway. Alexander sat on the other side, Hercules sat in the recline chair and Lafayette sat on the floor. You started the movie and grabbed a slice of pizza and Alexander opened your drink for you. “Hey thanks Y/N.” John said suddenly. “We should’ve told you, thanks for planning this for us.”
“Of course. But you know what?” You questioned.
“What?” Hercules asked.
“You should all put a dollar in the jar.” They all looked at you surprised. “You’re all idiots for thinking I could ever be mad at you.”
Wilford trash is here with a fic because the damn Pink, soft Onesie prompt is just soooo cute. Hope ya’s enjoy!
Where on earth was He? Dark took his seat after explaining the reasons of this meeting. Brilliant, now if He came He wouldn’t know what was happening, and would rather mess around than actively listen. And if He didn’t come, He’d have even less of a clue of what was happening.
“Has anyone seen Warfstache?”
It was the same answer as at the start. An awkward cough, some shuffling, nervous quiet mumbling to deny it. Dark sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Well, I must continue without him due to the importance of this meeting, I take it you lot will understand that this message must be passed on.”
There was a murmur of agreement, then a slam. Dark looked up and there Wilford stood at the door. Dark rose from his seat, squinting at the man who was grinning like a maniac.
“What. On Earth. Are you wearing?”
“It’s a onesie~!”
The others had turned their attention to Wilford as he sat and a murmur started as people discussed his outfit. Dark’s eye twitched in annoyance as he heard both the Jim’s comment on it as if judging the weather.
“A nice pale pink here, Jim and it does definitely look soft. I’m getting the urge to stroke it, Jim.”
“I completely understand, Jim, I, too, would like to stroke it.”
“Yes, all in all I feel we all should be allowed to wear pyjamas to meeting, people would be much happier about that. Back to you Jim.”
And he heard Bim Trimmer whining about wanting to bring his own pyjamas.
“Wilford always gets to do these things without warning, I bet if I came in with pyjamas I’d be dismissed to put on regular clothes. Humph, I have a lovely set of pyjamas I want to wear!”
And Dr. Iplier’s outloud worries.
“It’s possible Wilford isn’t getting enough sleep, and he is hiding this by oversleeping, then acting as if he came to meeting undressed on purpose… If this is the case it’s important I check up on him, I can’t have someone developing sleeping problems…”
Aaaaand the four Googles’ discussion with another.
“It is in my analysis that the combination of materials used to create that piece of clothing go together in such a way that it makes it incredibly soft.”
“That is true, Yellow, and in my analysis I believe is very much suits Wilford Warfstache, I feel that it brings out his eyes.”
“It is in my analysis that, Red, that sounded pretty gay.”
“It is in my analysis that you should shut up, Green, I wasn’t the one looking at his legs.”
“I WAS NOT!”
“It is in my analysis that we should not have made an account on tumblr.”
Even the host was commenting!
“Host believes this is causing quite the conundrum. Wilford’s pink onesie was definitely a show stopper as everyone lost interest in the prior meeting and now discussed the outfit. Dark rose from his seat to…”
Dark rose from his seat to silence them by abruptly banging his hand on the table. Most jumped, apart from Wilford who had been watching Dark as his did this, and the murmurs subsided.
“May we continue the meeting…?”
He hissed out. They all nodded, apart from Wilford, who yawned (Dr. Iplier frowned at this action).
“What is this even aboouut? From the looks of it, everyone is bored, we should just skip it.”
The soft man drawled. Dark snarled in reply.
“You may not know because you were too busy catching up on “beauty sleep” but we are meant to be discussing the financial crisis right now. Youtuber Markiplier can only give us so much, and someone has been foolishly splurging it without notifying anyone.“
“That may have something to do with the fact that I roughly remember going to Las Vegas, last weekend I think.”
“Yes, it’s blurred memories as I think I drank a lot, and you know, alcohol isn’t cheap there buuut I did win a few small jackpots in the casinos, which should even it out~ Oh, no waaaiit, I lost the money I won after I had a quick stab with a guy. The damn cops came, didn’t have enough time to grab it before making a run for it. Police men are so pesky sometimes!”
Dark sat down. He put his head in his hands as Wilford joyfully explained how the money was lost.
“I’ll notify the Youtuber to close the bank account to you, and you alone, Wilford.”
He groaned softly.
The moustache man pouted.
“Well, I hope you find it fair that the meeting is done, no further discussion is needed. Everyone leave.”
There was a soft murmur as people got up. That’s when one voice above all sounded out.
“Wilford rubbed his arms in a huff. While he was annoyed at this development, the softness of his onesie was helping him to calm. Indeed, simply rubbing along it had a soothing affect. The material was as soft as how the sky looked when the sun was only just rising. It felt like it had been blessed by someone of holy background to be so soft. It surely had an addicting feel to it, the softness was almost hypnotic.”
There was a pause as people listened. Wilford stood slowly.
“Yeeees, you are correct, Host! It is indeed very soft~”
Bim piped up.
“Can I touch it?”
The Jims stepped forward, claiming that they wish to touch it too. Dr. Iplier seemed curious to feel it too, even Bing and the four Googipliers wanted to feel. Wilford was ecstatic at this development.
“Of course, of course! Everything can feel it, go ahead~!”
They didn’t need telling twice.
Dark glanced up, rolling his eyes as he saw the group rubbing Wilford all over. He turned his attention back to typing up his message to Markiplier, until he heard a squeak.
“Heh, watch it there, Jim, that’s a bit- EEK! Aaand, other Jiiim, d-don’t pinch, thahat’s- Weheh- oh god-”
Now this was a good development. Dark set the computer to one side, watching the chaos unfold.
“Wah- Hey, hey! Who just pat my butt?!”
Wilford yelped. This was starting to get out of hand.
“If I were to guess, it was most likely Green.”
Red Google snickered. Green Google cried out indignantly.
“False! Red did it, he’s only framing me!”
“Well b-be careful- Ahaha, Doctor, Dohohon’t!”
“My, I think the clothing around the stomach may be most soft. Feel this, Google.”
There was a echoing of “Ok” from the four synthetic men as they moved to feel Wilford’s tummy. Wilford yelped, falling back. However, he was merely followed to the floor. Bim had started squeezing up Wilford’s thigh, making the doomed man kick out. The two Jims had taken to feeling over his arms, so he couldn’t defend himself as the four Googles started prodding over his tummy.
“Nohohoooo! Wahahahait, stohop!”
He pleaded, bucking as he laughed out. He really should have considered the fact that he’d feel the touching through the onesie, but he’d been so caught up in the attention he didn’t realise it’s consequences.
Wilford yelped, descending into louder laughter as someone, namely Dr. Iplier, squeezed a hip.
“NOHOHO GEHHET OOOHOHOFF!”
He cried in desperation. This was agony, absolute ticklish agony. He had half his friends on him, for goodness sake! He yelped as Green took after Bim, squeezing over the thigh that had not been paid attention to, and squealed as Blue Google massaged his ribs. No amount of bucking or writhing was getting them off.
“DAHAHAHARK HEHEHELP MEHEHE!!”
He cried out. He threw his head back as he laughed loudly, internally cursing his own sensitivity.
Dark sighed, getting up and slowly walking over to the scene.
“Will you splurge our much needed money on random ventures that are of no use to the rest of us?”
“NOHOHO! NEHEVER AGAHAHAIN, HEHEHELP!”
“Will you come to meetings on time, and fully dressed?”
He smirked as he turned away, retaking his seat.
“WHAHAHAT?!?! DAHAHAHARK, NOHO, PLEEEEEAAASE!!”
Wilford wailed. But the man merely smiled as he continued to silently watch the event unfold, only meaning to get involved if he sees Wilford really needs air. But when you have four synthetic men who can keep track of air supply, energy, and anything else, you don’t really need to doubt that it’ll stop when needed. For now though, Dark believes Wilford has finally put on a show that he can enjoy.
There’s definitely change after this meeting. Wilford is rarely late, which used to be a regular habit of his, and he’s always dressed up. He doesn’t dare wear the onesie again. The only way to catch him in it would be to suddenly storm into his room during a rainy day. Any other time, he avoids wearing the maliciously soft thing, the dastardly onesie that put him though such a ticklish hell. Although… He’d be lying if he were to say that he hasn’t been tempted.
RESPONSE: !!!!!!!!!! OMG THE CU TE IM DYING AHH!!!!!!! AMAZIN G GO OD YESS S
around the court, already on your third lap, while some of your fellow
classmates were barely on their second one. You liked sports, you liked
exercising, it made you feel free, and liberated. You felt a little more
comfortable with yourself after you had let some energy out.
But most of
all, you had to admit you liked your gym teacher. Mr. Park was stupidly and
ridiculously handsome. Someone with that face and body should be illegal, it
was tempting beyond measure. You were usually a good girl, you respected your
teachers, you did your homework, you were always on time, but Mr. Park made you
have very naughty thoughts. You couldn’t help yourself, when you saw him run at
the head of the group, with those loose-fitting sweatpants that barely held
onto his hips, and showed off his precious butt, and that sweaty muscle tee
that clung onto his body showing off all his bumps and creases. What was a girl
got distracted by him during class, watching every part of his body, but what
entranced you most, was his eye-smile. You loved the way his eyes became all
small when he smiled, almost invisible. It made your heart flutter more than
any compliment ever had done.
You felt kind
of stupid in all fairness, multiple hot guys from your class, and many other
classes had asked you out on dates, and dances, and the lot, but you had
rejected all of them, because of a stupid crush you had on a teacher. You knew
it was impossible, but you knew that neither of them could compete with Mr.
your hardest to keep up with the man as he ran ahead of you with unnerving
ease, he didn’t even seem to be struggling, and he was running faster than
everyone else, he had actually overlapped a few people, but you were hot on his
trail. You felt your tank top stick to you, and you had to fight the urge to
rip it off.
straight on ahead, not noticing your classmates around you. You took your gym
classes seriously, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of your
teacher, but your other classmates didn’t think the same way you did, and took
the opportunity to mess around. That’s why you should have expected it when two
of the guys began play-fighting while they ran, bumping into you, and knocking
you over, falling on top of you.
You felt an
excruciating amount of pain rippling up your leg. You let out a scream, as the
two guys stumbled off you. Your hands darted towards your now swelling ankle.
Your nose crinkled at the sight of it in a slightly unnatural position.
“Oh my God!
Y/N are you okay?” You heard Mr. Park yell at you, running towards you at full
speed. You almost blushed at the proximity when he knelt down beside you. He
inspected your leg, before yelling at the rest of the class to continue running
while he took you to the infirmary.
could even reply, you felt his arms pick you up bridal style, so effortlessly
anyone would have thought you didn’t weigh anything at all. You blushed
furiously as your face stuck to his sweaty chest. You suddenly felt a little
self-conscious. You hoped you didn’t smell too bad from running.
towards the infirmary, constantly reassuring you that it would all be okay,
that it was probably just a sprain, and that you didn’t have to worry. His brow
was creased with worry, and you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked.
You were flattered, he seemed so worried about you, it made you believe he
cared, even if it was just a little bit.
the door to the infirmary with one of his hands while he supported your body
with the other, surprisingly well. He looked inside, and sighed heavily when he
realized there was no one there.
He mumbled, as he made his way towards the bed-thing, placing you on top of it
carefully, before sitting down on the stool beside it. He automatically grabbed
your hand, his thumb rubbing against the back of it in a soothing manner.
all be okay Y/N. Don’t worry. Does it hurt?” He asked you, his eyes telling you
everything you needed to know. You groaned, before turning to him.
“Why do you
care so much Mr. Park? I’m sorry if I sound rude, but you seem very upset over
this.” You asked him, looking him dead in the eyes. You noticed him blushing,
as he let go of your hand quickly and brought it onto his lap.
just a good student, that’s all. It would be a shame to lose you in the
lessons. You are probably the only one that listens. Yeah. That’s it. That’s
why.” He stumbled over his words, quickly coming up with what you could tell
was obviously a poor excuse for his behavior. You didn’t know if it was the
unbearable pain, or the fact that you were finally alone with the man of your
dreams, but you felt yourself becoming more bold than ever.
Really? Shame… I thought it was because you liked me.” You chuckled looking at
him, giving him a sneaky smirk. His eyes opened wide at your statement.
you?” He asked, his eyes checking to see that you really were alone in the
room. You could tell he was becoming nervous.
would be nice if you liked me, since, well, I like you” You told him with a shy
smile, placing your palm on your cheek, trying to hide the blush that was
beginning to creep up on it. He smiled shyly, before leaning forward and
placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
I get for my confession?” You asked him teasingly, poking his chest. He let out
his beautiful laugh, the one that made his teeth visible, and his eyes go all
small, the one that had you falling for him all over again. He leaned over
again, and gently brushed his lips against yours, his hand finding its way to
the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. His lips ravished yours, his
tongue sliding along your bottom lip, begging for entrance, which you gladly
granted. His tongue explored every inch
of your mouth, and you relished in his taste, finally feeling your dreams
becoming true. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild.
away for air, and looked straight into your eyes, which had full blown pupils
in them. You grinned at him, wondering if this was all a wonderful dream, but
it wasn’t, the throbbing pain in your ankle gave it all away.
go out with me this weekend?” he shyly asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You
let out a laugh.
asking me out on a date Mr. Park?” You asked him teasingly, poking his firm
chest once again.
Jimin please, and yes, I guess I am” he told you with a shy smile and a small
shrug. You smiled at him.
Jimin, I guess I should give you my number” You told him with a smile, but you
were quickly interrupted by the school nurse opening the door noisily, rushing
towards you to check your ankle, and make sure it wasn’t something you needed
to go to the hospital for. Jimin gave you a cheeky smile behind her back,
making your heart flutter.
Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….
Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?
Authors Note: As always thank you all so much for all the support, it means more than I can ever say so I shall post this chapter early for you guys. This is a beast of a chapter at over 7,000 words! But hopefully it has some of the answers you’re all looking for. As always this story is painful but I hope you do enjoy…
Warnings: slavery; bad language; blood; fight; magic;
Notes: So, guys, now I will post this one one chapter at time. This is the biggest fanfiction I wrote until now and I hope you enjoy it. Also, I am still learning greek, any mistakes, please forgive me!
She stood frozen in the moment they stepped in the
docks, like a marble statue, cold by the icy weather. Her wrists were throbbing
because of the thick ropes that tied her up to the main beam of the boat. The
sight of the village was terrifying to a young heart used to the copious sun
from her lands in the south.
nothing but a miserable slave!” she thought to herself closing her hands
in fists, angry mad for have been betrayed by her own flesh and blood.
She frown in a
deep look, shirring her lips like an animal ready to bite and rip apart
anything that appears ahead. The other girls close to her started to tremble in
fear for her breath was like of a beast just waiting for the right moment to
this?” asked one of the men noticing the state of fury that the young lady
gods deem me capable of massacring any man who finds himself entitled to
subjugate me!” she said in greek, her mother tongue.
slaves began to scream in the moment they saw her eyes turn into solid black.
stop!” the nearest girl said almost in a whisper with tears in her eyes.
fight for my freedom and I will die if I must to!” she said through her
teeth like a growl.
Summary: “And I know that I’m drunk but I’ll say the words and she’ll listen this time even though they’re slurred so I, dialed her number and confessed to her I’m still in love but all I heard was nothing”
A/N: I haven’t written in forever! But I’m back and here’s this! Pretty angsty if I’m honest, but I hope you guys like it. Contains frequent flashbacks which are marked with italics. You know the drill, if you want a part two pls request. Thanks dolls:) -Bronte
Approx. 3.4k words
The burning liquid went down his throat easier than it ever had before, the frosted glass icy to his fingers but he couldn’t feel a thing. The numbness had long since taken over and the alcohol helped blur his memories of days he wished more than anything he could go back to. But those days were over now and he had no one to blame but himself. He had wanted the fame so bad; the fame and everything that came with it in all of its bright and shining glory. But if he had known what he would be losing, if he had known what the emptiness would feel like without the one person in the world who could turn his dark days into a summer’s dream then he would have turned his back on all of it.
“Another one.” He waved his empty glass at the bartender, but his bloodshot eyes and his slurred speech gave him away.
“I think you’ve had enough tonight son.”
Calum scoffed. “I’ve had enough when I can’t see her face and I can’t hear her laugh anymore and unfortunately for the both of us I still can so pour me another fucking drink.”
He was angry when he got drunk now. He used to be fun and cuddly, or at least that’s what you would tell him when he stumbled home after midnight and wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. But not anymore. Now the memories of you had hardened him, the good with the bad blending together so that it was hard to determine which was which anymore. But he knew one thing. He was still in love with you, just like he had been the first time he saw you and no amount of burning alcohol tainting his system could change that.
“Just go talk to her mate. It’s not like she hasn’t seen you staring at her for the last hour and a half. At least if you talk to her it might make up for all the creepy.” Michael snickered as he took a sip of his beer.
“No way man. A guy like me does not just go up and talk to a girl like that. Snagging a girl like that require a six step plan and I am not fully prepared to-”
“Oh shut up you moron and go talk to her before I do.” Michael gave Calum’s shoulder a little shove, pushing him off the wall he was previously leaning on. Calum strutted over to where you were leaning against the bar, your bright eyes surveying the dimly lit nightclub but your posture straightened the moment you saw the tall, dark skinned boy walking towards you.
He stood next to you for a few moments, silently joining you in the onlooking before speaking.
“So how well do pickup lines work on a girl like you?”
“A girl like me?”
“A girl who’s clearly the most beautiful in the room.” He smiled, the crinkles by his eyes melting your heart.
“Oh well in that case I don’t know if they’ll work at all.” You teased.
“Good, because I prefer getting straight to the point. Do you wanna get out of here?”
“With you?” I don’t know, I was looking forward to a pick up line.”
“Well I was looking forward to telling you that this shirt is made of boyfriend material, but if the most beautiful woman here says I can’t then I guess I’ll just have to settle with taking you to dinner.”
“I can live with that.”
It took six phone calls for Calum to be able to drag Ashton out of bed to pick him up. Ever since that night, he had unofficially moved back in with Ash who had unofficially been tasked with keeping Calum out of the bars, a task in which he had obviously been slacking in recently. With a scowl and a shaking head, Ashton dragged Calum into his flat.
“This needs to stop Cal. You’re going to drink yourself to death and I am not going to let that happen. It’s not fair to yourself and it’s not fair to the band.”
“The band is what got me into this mess in the first place.”
“Jesus Cal, you’re so ready to blame everyone but yourself. Maybe that’s why she’s gone.” Calum was silent, clutching a pillow from the couch and trying not to throw up. “You’re better off without her anyway. Now you can go on tour without needing to take a skype break every forty five minutes. Maybe you can pick a girl from the crowd, help you forget or something.” He chuckled. Ashton was trying to make light of the situation, but Calum was in too much pain for any of his attempts at cheering him up to have an affect.
“You also thought taking me to a bar to forget her would work too and look where we are now.” Calum growled, standing up from the couch and heading to the liquor cabinet. He grabbed the first bottle he saw and went to take a drink, but not before Ashton could snatch it right back from him.
“You’re spiraling out of control Calum. You need help.”
“I need her!” He shouted, his hands gripping his hair and tugging at the roots as he slid down the wall and landed in a pile on the floor. “I need her.” His last statement came out in a whimper, your name a ghost across his lips as he whispered it to himself.
Ashton sighed, unable to come up with the right words to comfort his heartbroken friend. “Get some sleep mate, you need it.” He mumbled before turning back and heading to his room.
The flat was silent, before the buzz in his pocket jolted him. He fumbled for his phone, squinting to read the notification.
THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER’S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!
He remembered when you had stolen his phone to write that message in his calendar so that he would never forget your birthday. Ironic how now the idea of forgetting you seemed absurd to him, like the possibility of ever being able to forget was lost on him. He was stuck with you, the memory of the night everything went wrong permanently stamped on his brain.
With a soft smile, he remembered the day just one year ago when he had thrown you a surprise party, the look of joy on your face as your closest friends yelled your name. You had rushed into his arms, thanking him profusely with kisses and giggles exclaiming how you were the luckiest girl in the world to have someone like him. He would give anything to hear you say that now. To even hear you speak his name would be better than the silence. He needed to hear you. With the alcohol clouding his brain, he scrolled down to your contact and clicked.
It felt like it was ringing forever. Maybe you were already asleep, or maybe you had already deleted his number. If he was you he would have. Or maybe you just wouldn’t pick up at all. He was wrong on all accounts.
The ringing stopped, but your voice did not greet him.
He could hear the faint sound of your breathing on the other line and if he was sober maybe he would have hung up, but drunk Calum had no filter and he was going to say whatever he had to.
“God I miss you so much. I was a fool. An absolute fool baby and I want you back. I need you back in my life Y/N. It’s only been a couple months but it feels like a lifetime and I’m going crazy without you. I still love you and I always will, I just need you to know that; you have to know that. I can’t bear the idea of you thinking those things I said were true. You’re perfect and you’re too fucking good for me. I love you. I love you so much.” His words were slurred, almost incoherent to his own ears as he babbled into the speaker. He could have sworn he heard you hold back a sniffle, but still your voice did not grace him.
The line went dead before he could even get a syllable of your name out of his mouth.
“I can’t believe you didn’t even think to bring an umbrella!” You whined, clutching onto your boyfriend’s arm as cold rain poured down on the two of you.
“I did bring an umbrella. It’s locked in the car just like everything else.”
“You really test my love for you when you do dumb shit like this Cal.” You laughed, giving his bicep a loving squeeze.
“Everyone has to lock their keys in their car at least once Y/N.”
“And you had to do it during a downpour didn’t you babe.” You shook your head. You should be annoyed that he had made a stupid mistake like this, especially when he had not only locked the keys in, but locked in both your cellphones, the umbrella, your coat, and the picnic basket on what was supposed to be your one year anniversary date. But that was just Calum and you loved him no matter what. Besides, you could make the best of getting caught in the rain with your overtly sexy boyfriend. Especially when he looked this good in his singlet and wet hair that was sticking to his forehead.
“At least I did it in summer and not in the dead of winter though right? I mean, you like the summer rain, I sing about liking the summer rain, so this really isn’t as bad as it could be right?” He leaned his head down to kiss you on the cheek, water droplets from his hair falling down onto your face. You reached around his neck, pulling him down to you again and attaching your lips to his. Every time you kissed him you felt the same butterflies in your stomach as the first time he had kissed you.
The two of you continued walking down the sidewalk, his arm protectively wrapped around your shoulders. He was silent for a while, his face telling you he was deep in thought. The rain had died down, a few stray droplets falling from the trees and landing on the pavement the only evidence of the previous showers.
“Can I ask you something?” Calum’s soft voice broke the silence, his eyes were shining as he smiled sheepishly at you.
“Of course Cal.” You nudged his shoulder.
He was quiet for a second more before blurting out, “I think we should move into together.”
He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, I mean I just think it would be a good idea and stuff I guess because I just want to be able to wake up next to you in the morning and come home after a long day and crash on the couch with the woman I love more than anything. I just think that would be great.” His brown eyes were filled with adoration as he stared at you, awaiting your answer.
“Yeah, I think it’s a good idea.”
“Do you know how much I love you right now?”
“Yeah I think I do.”
“Maybe if go I over there right now, then she’ll take me back!” Calum stumbled getting up from his spot on the floor.
“Cal, don’t. This is just hurting both of you.” Ashton groaned. This is how it was every night. Calum would make an elaborate plan to get you back after a few too many drinks and then Ashton would calm him down and bring him to his senses. But tonight he was serious. Tonight was going to be the night he finally got off his ass and did something to get you back instead of bitching to the boys about what an idiot he was.
“No I have to see her. Maybe if she knows how sorry I am and how much this is hurting me too then she’ll take me back.” He mumbled, mainly to himself. He wasn’t thinking straight. How could he, when the love of his life hated him. And how could he blame you? He was the sole cause of this. He was the one who had said all those things, the one who rashly jumped to conclusions. You were the one that walked away, but he was the one that let you go.
He was out the door in a flash, hailing a cab and repeating your address to the driver. He needed you to take him back. You were the best part about him, the part that made him happy. And without you in his life he wasn’t sure how to be happy anymore.
The taxi rolled to a stop in front of your house and slowly he got out of the car, a flood of memories rushing in. The last time he had been here was the night everything fell apart. Oh, how he would give anything to go back and fix it.
The moment he walked through the door you were on your feet, a large smile plastered on your face as he strolled into the kitchen to grab a can of beer. You followed him to the refrigerator, unable to contain your excitement.
“Calum I have something amazing to tell you.” You gushed, stepping closer to him.
“Can it wait babe? I’ve had a long day at the studio and I really just need to take a shower and go to bed.” He brushed you off but you ignored his flippant tone, too excited for what you had to say to sense his readiness to pick a fight.
“Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.” You grinned but he only sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a long swig from his drink.
“James and Callie are getting married, and guess where they’re having their wedding?” You didn’t wait for him to guess before continuing. “Maui! And she asked me to be maid of honor which means that me and my lovely boyfriend of course get to accompany her to the beautiful Hawaiian island no expense to us! Her dad’s paying for the whole thing! We’d get a suite to ourselves for a whole week! A week, me and you in Hawaii together! We leave in six days.” You shouted gleefully, grabbing his hands in excitement. You practically already had your bags packed and you had been searching online for the perfect swimsuit to bring along with you. Now all you needed was for him to be excited as you.
“The AMA’s are next week I can’t go.” He deadpanned and just like that your once joyous smile faded.
“But you do those every year, you can’t skip it this year?” You asked hopefully.
Calum snorted, “5 Seconds of Summer isn’t 5 Seconds of Summer without a bass player Y/N. I have to go.”
“Artists back out of award shows all the time, you couldn’t maybe just do that once for me?”
“I am not backing out of the AMA’s Y/N.”
“Calum please, this really means a lot to me. I have to sacrifice things for your music career all the time and you can’t sacrifice this for me?”
Calum glared at you. “My music career is what’s paying for this nice apartment you live in. My fucking music career is what lets you live the lifestyle you live, don’t pretend like you would be anything without it. You do not get to tell me what to do when you don’t know anything about the life I’m living.” He growled, slamming his beer can on the countertop.
“Is that what you think of me? You think I’m some gold digger who’s just in this for your money? Jesus Cal, is that what you really think?” You sniffled, shocked at his sudden outburst.
“You said it not me.”
“Calum what’s gotten into you?” You furrowed your brows. This was not where you thought this conversation would go. There had to be something else bothering him, because he rarely picked a fight with you unless something big was eating at him. “What’s going on Cal? Just tell me what your problem is and we can talk this out.”
“What am I to you Y/N? A fling on the other side that you can gossip with your friends about, maybe sell a couple stories to the tabloids once you’ve had your fun?” He shouted, his face red with this rage that took you so off guard.
You were silent, unable to process what was happening. Sure you didn’t have a whole lot of money. You were still in school, struggling to get by when you had met him. But it wasn’t his status that had attracted you to him that’s for sure and it wasn’t his money that made you stay. You were in love with him and right now he was breaking your heart.
“I saw the pictures.” He growled. “You and that guy, yeah I saw the pictures. I guess being with a famous person isn’t as great when you have paparazzi stalking your every move. Or maybe you love it, I don’t know. All I know is that we are done.”
“Show me the picture.”
“Show me the fucking picture Calum.”
He pulled out his phone, flicking through the pictures before he landed on one of you sitting on another boy’s lap in a dim night club. You recognized it immediately.
“That’s not what you think it is.” You said calmly.
“Oh really? It’s not my whore of an ex girlfriend cheating on me with another fucking guy?
“No Calum. It’s your ex girlfriend hanging out with her cousin who she is very close with and hasn’t seen in awhile which you would know maybe if you asked about my life a little more often!” You yelled at him, your voice cracking as you watched your relationship crumble before your very eyes. “How do you want me to prove it to you? I’ll call my fucking aunt and have her fax over a birth certificate. Fuck you.” You turned to leave, ready to be anywhere but with him.
“Baby, c’mon how was I supposed to know.”
“BY ASKING ME!” Jesus christ Calum, you could’ve just asked me! Or trusted that I would never, ever in a million years cheat on you. Anything other than assuming I was sleeping with him. How many girls are you photographed with every day Cal? And how many times do I sit here wondering if you’re fucking any of them? Never, because I trust that you wouldn’t do that.” Tears flooded your eyes and ran down your cheeks like two rivers polluted with mascara.
He reached for your hand but you pulled away. “No you don’t get to touch me anymore. We’re done remember?”
“Y/N don’t be like that, it was a mistake anyone would have made!” He protested.
“Not anyone. Not me.”
“This is stupid, let’s just go get in our comfy clothes and watch movies and forget this ever happened.”
“A gold digger, a whore, and now I’m stupid. Nice.”
“Babe that’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“No, I don’t know Cal. But I do know that you just fucked up one of the best things you’ve ever had.”
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes in an attempt to save his ego.
“Whatever.” You echoed quietly. You stared at him for a moment, as if you were expecting to wake up from this nightmare. But you didn’t. And those brown eyes that once felt like home now felt more like a warzone than anything else and you weren’t going to fight anymore. Without a word you turned and walked out of the apartment and out of his life for good. And he let you.
He didn’t know what made him act that way. Maybe it was the stress of the new album, or the couple drinks he had had earlier to offset the idea of you with another man. Whatever it was, it the cost was more than he could bear.
His shaking hand formed a fist, his knuckles wrapping on the door. He could hear you roaming around inside. The love of his life was so close to him but you had never felt so far away. The door creaked open.
“You should never knock down a lady.” Snoop Dogg said, after helping you up. “Thank you, at least someone cares.” You said in English, straightening your shirt that riled up when you got knocked down. “I’ll be fine, you can go sit down.” You said before you left to try and grab the mic.