Clicking your phone off without hesitation, you grabbed the sweater nearest to you and raced out the door of your dorm. Oh god, what did Smiley get himself into?
It hadn’t occurred to you was that he was probably in the building you were heading to now. You were unintentionally going to meet your pen pal and you didn’t know whether it was the best or worst time to.
Without bothering to grab the ice Smiley, man, it was hard to keep calling him that when you wanted to know his real name, requested, you ran out of the building.
The walk to Mark’s building was a short one but it became even shorter with your quick pace. You walked into the lounge, your head whipping around for any sign of your boyfriend.
You froze when your eyes caught sight with him. He was looking at another boy, anger raging through his eyes. You noticed the purple bruise forming just under his eye and gasped.
“What the hell is going on?” You approached them, your eyes widened with shock.
“What?” Hoseok’s eye twitched slightly, looking slowly back toward “Jackson”.
“Uh, did you hear me? I said his name isn’t Jackson! It’s Mark. Mark Tuan,” Y/F/N crossed her arms.
“Mark Tuan?” Hoseok kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?
“Babe,” Mark whined quietly, hanging his head down.
“Uh, you’re Mark? This entire time you were telling me about your ‘friend’ and it’s you?”
“Well yeah. I didn’t trust you and I don’t know you. Calculus? I don’t even take that class. Plus, you’re a pretty shit liar. You had other intentions and I was planning,” Mark’s eyes went to Y/F/N’s, flashing her a disappointed look, “on finding them out. But no, that plan was ruined.”
“Are you blaming me?” His girlfriend–Hell, can Hoseok even call her that? He was sure as hell she wasn’t his Gumdrop–accused.
“Well, no. I’m just saying the plan would’ve worked if you kept your mouth shut for a few more minutes.”
“Hey!” Hoseok cut in, already done with the bullshit going on around him. The two snapped their eyes toward Hoseok who was fuming in anger.
“You wanna know my intentions, buddy? It was to talk to you about your girlfriend,” When Mark’s eyes trailed to the girl standing beside him, Hoseok smiled sarcastically. “No, your other one.”
“How the fuck do you know about that?” Mark took a step toward Hoseok.
“Maybe because I’ve been talking to her for the past few months about her dick of a boyfriend.”
“Hey, watch it,” Mark warned, sternly. Hoseok chuckled humorlessly.
“No, you watch it. I wanted to have a simple conversation with you about how you’re treating your girlfriend like shit but seeing you here, hanging out with you here, with another girl? Damn, that definitely gives me the perfect reason to punch you in the face. I refrained from doing it earlier because she was so convinced you changed but if she found out this is what you’ve been doing? She’ll be crushed!” Hoseok’s fist clenched.
“She won’t find out.”
“Oh yeah? How would she not? She has me to tell her doesn’t she?”
“Pfft–Like you’d tell her. You’re probably that kind of friend who cares too much about her emotional state to just break her like that. As long as she’s happy, you’re happy right?” Mark challenged.
Mark staggered back, his hand clutching his cheek.
“I might care about my–this girl’s happiness a lot but I’m sure as hell more loyal and not as deceiving as you are,” Hoseok spat, his brain internally screaming since his fist was in pain. The next thing he did was text you.
And here you were, witnessing the aftermath.
HEHEHEH HEY FAM! I was gone for a few days (oooooops) I like this chapter a lottttt tbh so give it some love pls (only if you want to ofc)
I don’t remember if I’ve posted this here before or not, so I’m gonna post it again on the off chance someone finds it helpful.
A few years ago I was sitting in a coffee shop with two of my aunts and one was talking about her daughter, my cousin, who was traveling around Europe (that aunt has money) and anyway, the cousin in question was having a lot of difficulty sleeping in the various hotels and youth hostels she was staying in.
My aunt said, “She just hasn’t learned to cope with insomnia yet.”
“The worst thing you can do about insomnia is stress about insomnia,” she said, “If you’re lying in bed thinking about how tired you’re going to be tomorrow, and thinking about how badly you need to get to sleep, and how few hours you have left to sleep, all you’re doing is making the insomnia worse.”
And I’m thinking, “Well, sure, that’s a given, but all those things are still *true*, so how the heck do you NOT think them?”
Then she said the magic words:
“Some nights, you just have to say to yourself, ‘Okay, it looks like I will not be sleeping tonight. That’s okay. I will sleep another night. Tonight, I’m not going to worry about sleeping. Tonight, I am going to lie down in a comfortable bed and rest my body and my eyes. I won’t sleep, but that’s okay. I’ll still rest tonight, and I’ll sleep another night.’”
I don’t know why that shook me so much, but somehow, ever since then, if I’m having a night where I just cannot drift off? I will give myself permission not to. I will stay in bed, turn on some music sometimes, leave my electronics off, close my eyes, and just rest my body. I will give myself explicit permission to not sleep that night.
And half the time? Doing that calms me down so freaking much that I sleep after all.
Now, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes I spend the entire night lying there, eyes closed but mind rambling away about whatever it is my mind can’t shut up about. But even when I don’t sleep a wink, the fact that I rested my body all night still leaves me more functional the next day than I have any right to be.
And the next night I’ll usually be out like a light.
Granted, this will not work for everyone. For those of you who suffer chronic insomnia, you have my deepest sympathies. This strategy may not mean squat for you. And even those of you whose insomnia is intermittent like mine may not find this useful at all.
But if there is even the slightest chance that it can help someone, then I’m happy to type it up and leave it here.
Some minutes after you moved in the living room with two cups of chocolate in hands, trying not to fall with the fluffy slippers on that were making your feet slip on the floor. The scene in front of you was one of the sweetest, the television was on and some cartoons were playing, Jongin was caressing Taeoh’s head that was lying on his strong thigh. As soon as they heard you they turned to look at you, Taeoh snapping up and standing with his little feet on the couch. Jongin smiled sweetly at you.
❝Here you go, watch out, it’s hot❞ you told Taeoh putting the cup on the glass table in front of him. Nevertheless Taeoh, as soon as you put the chocolate down, ran down the couch and picked the cup up, bringing it to his mouth.
Everytime I talk to Krem I remember his family was enslaved and I remind myself to always just side eye it when someone mentions it being only elves and is too arrogant to look it upin the Wiki And then I freaking remember Devera from Dragon Age Origins. She willingly served the Imperium. I came to the realization there will likely be elves in Tevinter who are terrified of change and support the status quo and will be fighting the future protagonist. We are going to see slavery of every single race. There might even be a few Tal-Vashoth who consider it a better option than the Qun If the next game is set in Tevinter I have a feeling a great many in the fandom are going to be disappointed because their expections and assumptions won’t be met. Theres going to be some elves who willingly support Tevinter, as well as the elves who will be conned by Solas and the ones who will be on the side to stop him.
When Jensen agreed to go out to dinner with Misha, he wrongly assumed that Misha was a normal person. Despite everything Jensen’s seen of Misha - from the bizarre sweaters to the poetry written on napkins and then promptly thrown into the trash at the end of lunch some days - since he met him a couple months ago, he for some reason believed Misha would pick a regular restaurant for them to go out to eat.
As soon as they walked in though, Jensen thought, of course, and wondered how he could’ve ever believed Misha would take him somewhere that doesn’t have succulents planted directly into the bar counter.
“So, uh, have you been here before?” Jensen asks as they sit in clear plastic chairs across from each other.
“Nope,” Misha answers easily. “I’ve been meaning to try it.” He starts to open the menu in front of him but then closes it without even looking at it. He folds his arms over the table and looks intently at Jensen. “You’re more of a steak and potatoes guy, aren’t you?”
Jensen huffs a laugh and doesn’t look up from his menu. So far, he hasn’t recognized a single fucking dish on here. “That’s an easy assumption, I took you to a steakhouse last week.”
“And I enjoyed it immensely.”
Jensen lifts his eyes just enough to see Misha smiling at him. His own smile makes its way to his face as he turns his attention back to the menu. He doesn’t really know what he and Misha are doing exactly. They keep…asking each other out, he supposes. They’re building a friendship, but it’s not going the same way as Jensen’s other friendships. He’s used to sitting next to each other drinking beer at a bar, playing video games at home in the middle of an afternoon - not smiling at each other across the table at a fancy New Age restaurant.
As Jensen is deep in thought and not actually reading anything on the menu, the server comes up and greets them. She asks for their drink order, and Misha snatches the menu right out of Jensen’s hands.
Jensen blinks up at Misha, confused, then watches as he hands both closed menus to the server and says, “We’ll have the three least ordered items on the menu. And bring us whatever the bartender’s favorite drink is.”
“Can you see anything? Do i need to zoom in?” Your voice was low as you messed with the phone in your hands. You looked at the screen and smiled when you saw Harry giving you a little smirk.
“I can see, but mind switching the camera love? All I’m seeing is Julian’s face. Not that I mind lookin at him or anythin.” You laughed as you turned to look over your shoulder and saw Julian giving you a thumbs up. You brought your phone down a bit and quickly switched so Harry was now seeing what was in front of you.
“His award is the next one up.” You bit your lip as you looked down the row and saw Niall sitting there tapping on his thigh, something you knew he did when he was trying to distract himself a bit. “Looks a bit nervous H.” You whispered causing Harry to let out a huff.
“Who’s he sitting by? Why are you so far away from him?” Harry’s questions made you roll your eyes, you knew if Harry was here he would be sitting next to Niall with you sat next to him.
“That’s Shawn, one of Niall’s friends he just won an award actually! Very talented young man.” You answered ignoring his second question because you didn’t feel like starting an argument over the fact Niall wanted you to sit with his assistant and stylist. You watched the screen and when Harry raised an eyebrow and got a slight pout on his face you couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t get like that H, know he loves you the most.” You said trying to reassure him, he just rolled his eyes a bit and shrugged.
“That Shawn fellow can’t even go with him for a drink, see how long that friendship lasts.” His tone had a slight edge to it but you ignored it as the lights went a bit dim and an announcer walked onto the stage. “Oh shit this is it.” You looked down the row and smiled as Niall leaned over so he could see you.
You gave him a thumbs up and when he looked at your phone in your hands a grin overtook his face, he knew you had mentioned FaceTiming Harry during the show but it wasn’t until he saw him on screen that you saw him seem to relax a bit. Before you knew it the nominees for best new artists had been announced and the envelop containing the name of the winner was being opened.
“The winner for Best New Artists is Mr. Niall Horan!” You jumped up from your seat with a squeal almost forgetting about your phone for a moment before you lifted it up as Niall made his way towards the stage.
“He did it! Harry, he won!” Your voice was full of pride as you looked up and saw Harry with a wide grin on his face as the both of you watched Niall accept his award.
“Knew he’d win it.” Harry stated as Niall began making his thank you speech. You slowly sat back down as he said one last thank you and exited the stage.
Soon you were being lead backstage while Niall was getting ready to perform, Harry was mumbling about how wobbly the camera was and you just flipped him the bird in response. You couldn’t help but smile as you rounded the corner and saw Niall standing there holding his award in his hands.
“Hey Mr. New Artist of the year!” Niall’s Head turned in your direction as you got closer to him. You wrapped your arms around him in a hug causing Harry to groan.
“Oi! What time is it Harry? Ya lookin a little rough mate.” Niall took the phone out of your hands as he was now cradling his award in one arm and holding your phone with his free hand. You rolled your eyes as you reached over and switched the camera view.
“Oh sorry I didn’t dress up fo the occasion,” you saw Harry roll his eyes making you laugh. “Proud of you Ni, winnin awards all on your own. You’re a proper award winning artist now mate.” You saw Niall’s cheeks turn pink at Harry’s words.
“Thanks H, really appreciate it.” You saw Harry smile and nod. “How’s da show goin? Ya know if dey need any mo models they can give me a call. Since ya know, I’m a model an all now.” You laughed as Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Niall it’s a lingerie show, doubt they need any male models.” You saw Niall just shrug as Harry looked down towards the award in Nialls arms. “Ya gettin your award all gross mate, haven’t even had it an hour and it’s all dirty.” You rolled your eyes as you took the award from Niall’s arm causing him to raise an eyebrow at you.
“God can i hang up on em now?” He turned his head towards you as he spoke. “Halfway around da world and still finds a way ta bother me.” He mumbled.
“Oi! Ya bloody miss me and i know it, would be in a pissy mood if i wouldn’t have been here fo ya big night.” You laughed as Niall just rolled his eyes at Harry once again.
“Whatever ya say mate, i jus normally wasn’t da one who held de awards when we would win em. Bit bigger when it’s jus you holding em yourself.” You saw Harry’s face drop a bit, you knew the both of them had just realized this was the first AMA award show that a solo member of One Direction was nominated for something and had to attend alone.
“Well better get used to it, gonna be winnin a bunch more awards for ya music. But next time i will be there to help you carry em all out.” You had to hold back the few tears that wanted to spring from your eyes as you saw Niall just bite his lip and nod at Harry.
“Don’t worry H, i will help you carry ya Grammys around.” You saw Harry’s cheek turn pink as Niall turned and looked at you so he could shoot you a wink.
“Right, well i gotta go now. I’m proud of you mate, go get proper trashed tonight but not with that Shawn fellow he’s not old enough yet.” With that Niall was rolling his eyes as he handed your phone back to you in exchange for his award. “Love you both! have a good night princess, don’t get too rowdy.” Niall waved bye and you blew him a kiss before ending the call.
“Thanks fo that.” You smiled as Niall placed a kiss to the top of your head before turning around and heading towards his dressing room.
You were soon being lead back to your seat so you could watch Niall perform and when you looked down the row and saw Shawn smiling at you all you could see was Harry’s pouty jealous face and it caused you to laugh as you leaned back in your seat. You knew Niall was happy that Harry even from across the world still wanted to be apart of his big night. They made each other less nervous, you knew that Harry seeing Niall and talking with him before he went on to perform at the fashion show helped relax him. The two of them leaned on each other and even if neither of them wanted to admit it they were each other’s biggest fans and would do anything to support each other, even if it meant staying up to an ungodly hour just to FaceTime as the other won an award.
The fact that Dean already owned a pair of $1000 + cowboy boots and a $300+ Stetson and had a freaking hat box for it.
The fact that he was unashamedly excited about getting to use them, had no qualms at hiding what he enjoyed, didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought and no-one batted an eye, they just though it was great that he was happy.
These are more than enough reason to send Davy Fucking Perez a fruit basket.
Supergirl Prompt! Alex sees the text thread between Lena and Kara since the infamous ❤️ ps. you're wonderful and I hope you day is equally so.
“Hey Kar, I can’t find my phone – can I use yours to call myself?” Alex shouts to be heard over the running water in the bathroom.
She hears Kara yank the curtain back and even though she can’t see her, she can practically hear her frown.
“Alex, you know I have – “
“Yes, yes, superhearing, I didn’t have to shout, I know. Can I – “
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to ask, Alex,” Kara chuckles as she yanks the curtain closed again and continues scrubbing residual alien mucus off of herself.
The DEO ran her through decontamination protocols, of course, but she still feels… mucusy.
Alex doesn’t mean to snoop.
She kept being an operative for a clandestine government organization – kept becoming a soldier – a secret from the most important person in her life for two years.
Alex understands privacy.
So she doesn’t mean to snoop. She really doesn’t.
But just as she picks up Kara’s phone to call herself, it’s blowing up.
Not literally, thank Rao.
That was last week’s adventure.
No, it’s just vibrating a bunch.
All with texts from Lena.
And – Alex doesn’t mean to invade Kara’s privacy, but the messages just keep coming through – they all seem to end with heart emojis and little yellow faces with hearts for eyes and…
Well, it’s just really a lot of hearts.
Her stomach sinks.
She’s going to owe Maggie a flash grenade, for sure.
She shakes her head like she’s trying to get water out of her ears, and she blinks and taps into Kara’s contact list, calling herself and tossing over pillows and throw blankets until she finally finds her own phone, wedged between the cushions where they’d been cuddling for Sisters’ Night before Kara got the call to go in and they rushed out, Alex tapping her communications into her earpiece.
Kara’s humming to herself absently when the shower stops running, and now Alex is pretty sure she knows why.
“Finally feel clean?” she calls out, and Kara moans.
“Yes, Rao, it was like swimming through a sea of – Alex?”
Because she’s stepped out into the living room, one towel wrapped around her body, one in her hands as she was using to to dry her scalp enthusiastically.
But her hands, now, are still, because she’s cataloged all of Alex’s expressions. And this one means she wants to talk.
“What’s up?” she asks, and Alex tilts her head. Kara bites her lip to prevent herself from teasing her sister about how much she’s picked up from her wife.
Alex bites the inside of her cheek thoughtfully before patting the couch cushion next to her. “Come sit with me,” she mirrors Kara’s words to her when she’d come out.
“Lemme get dressed. One second.”
And it’s less than a second, of course, before wind is rustling through Alex’s hair and Kara, fully dried and dressed, is next to her on the couch.
“Kara, I… I wasn’t trying to violate your privacy, but I… I noticed that Lena’s been texting you. A lot.”
Kara’s eyes fly wide as she reaches for her phone. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah, Kara, yes, I just noticed…”
“Alex, we’re close, you know that. I love her, and I trust her, please don’t make this a – “
“No, no! This… this isn’t because she’s a Luthor.” Alex reaches out to stroke Kara’s hair, to soothe Kara’s nerves. “I’m not pointing it out because you’re texting a lot. I’m pointing it out because you… there were a lot of heart emojis… and heart eyes… and just… Kara, there were a lot of hearts.”
She holds up her hands before Kara can protest that they’re friends. “And I know you’re friends, I do, and I know you love each other. I do. I just… I wonder if there’s something… more. Something… additional. With you. And Lena. And… love.”
Kara blinks once, then twice, then a third time. She tilts her head – Alex isn’t the only one picking up habits from Maggie – and she nibbles on her bottom lip nervously.
“Wait, so you’re saying… Alex, do you think… you think she… likes me? Like… like that?”
Alex grabs Kara’s phone from her hands and turns the screen toward Kara without looking at it. “Kara. You tell me.”
Kara doesn’t flinch and she doesn’t deny it. She just… lights up.
“Really? You think? Me? Like, me, Kara? Because I keep getting this vibe like she wants to ask out Supergirl, or like she’s attracted to her… well, me, but not… as me… but if you think… Alex, do you think?”
“Whoa, hey, breathe, sis. Yeah. Yeah, I think. And do you honestly think she doesn’t know your… secret? Because Kara, I love you, but you aren’t a great liar about that particular thing and Maggie’s right, the glasses really don’t help, and – “
“Oh Rao, do you think – so you think if I asked her out she’d say yes? But I don’t have anything to offer her, she’s amazing, and I’m just… I’m me, I – “
“Hey, Kara Danvers, don’t you do that. I don’t want you saying anything like that about my favorite person. You are amazing. You. And any woman would be lucky to have you, understand me? You. I promise.”
Kara lets herself fall into Alex’s open arms, and the closer they scoot together on the couch, the more they giggle. The more Alex starts tickling her sister’s stomach, and the more Kara starts shrieking and squirming.
When their laughter dies down, Kara readjusts her glasses and sighs.
“Can we call Maggie to come over?”
“No offense, Alex, but you’re a withering mess around women, and if someone’s going to give me dating advice – “
Kara just smiles and stares over her glasses until Alex relents. “I’m calling Maggie,” she mutters, and Kara giggles and kisses Alex’s cheek.
“I’m going for pizza and potstickers. I’ll be back – “
She whooshes out, and she whooshes back in.
“– in a jiffy!”
Alex laughs as she makes grabby hands for Kara’s phone.
“Let’s see more of these texts, and we’ll come up with the most romantic plan ever to romance,” she grins.
FUCK JOSS WHEADON, FUCK WB AND FUCK GEOFF JOHNS AS WELL, ALL OF THEM SO UGLY
they literally changed the original movie bcs they had their own agenda of how things should go, I don’t have any other words for this other than “ugly” bcs they didn’t resepct Zack’s vision for the movie but went with their own thing, altered HIS work how THEY think it’s right and tried to sell that as a “movie”. I can’t even call it a movie, it’s a compliation of scenes, pardon, unnecessary reshots, where you can clearly see what is Zack’s and what is from the backstabbing duo. If they wanted to change the direction of the universe, they should’ve done that with the next movie in line.
And robbing us of all those scenes?
It’s just vile in my eyes what they did.
Out of all directors. Wb and Geoff brings Joss. Fucking. Wheadon. WB wanted jokes? You entire movie is a joke now, congratulations! I’m so happy it’s flopping.
Zack deserves better than having his name as the director on that atrocity.
It’s crazy how much my opinion of game of thrones went from “I enjoy this, despite its flaws, for the small handfull of characters I like and the gorgeous visuals” to just deeply resenting its popularity and acclaim and general existence after watching black sails… like;
GoT: throws in random prostitute characters just for eye candy to distract any dudebro viewers who get tired of plot and talking, then kills said characters off in gross and sexualized ways the second they start having anything resembling a personality.
BS: one of the main protagonists and several supporting characters start off as sex workers who are portrayed as complex, savvy, ambitious business women just trying to make a living in one of the only ways available to them and have hobbies and interests outside of just “being sexy”. The main ones all end up rising above their station and becoming genuinely powerful and influential figures. The only one that dies isn’t killed in a sexualized way, is still remembered several seasons after her death and designs the symbol that becomes the legacy of piracy
GoT: has its token background gay character imprisoned, tortured and humiliated for being gay, and then kills him off without any resolution or catharsis just to further straight characters storylines.
BS: has its entire narrative is structured around the main protagonists fury over the way he and his male lover are treated at the hands of a homophobic society. His trauma and anger and desire for revenge are treated as something completely legitimate AND he still gets a happy ending. And a very significant portion of the other central characters are also gay/bi
GoT: has a very shaky grasp of who its characters are, where their storylines are going or what their arcs are about.
BS: every character has a thoughtful and carefully planned arc that parallel one another and all interact with the story’s main themes in fascinating and complicated ways.
GoT: gore, deaths and plot twists just for shock value, mostly to distract from the fairly thin narrative
BS: carefully planned out plot twists that make sense and deepen the story, intensely emotional character deaths that have meaning and a lasting impact on the plot and aren’t just forgotten about, and only a handful of truly gruesome moments that aren’t gratuitous and focus more on the emotion of the moment.
GoT: has a long and meandering plot with subplots that go nowhere and just exist to fill up time, no clear sense of overarching narrative and lots of fake deep dialogue with no real sense of what the story is actually trying to say
BS: has a carefully structured 4 season story arc that has very clear and well thought out themes about storytelling and identity and the idea of being seen as monstrous or “other”, and every storyline contributes to and interacts with these themes.
Plus everything game of thrones does have going for it (production values, amazing soundtrack etc) black sails does just as well. Like, not to be a dick to anyone who enjoys game of thrones, but in what universe is it the better show? I just feel so bitter about this sometimes.
(This post has been brought to you by my resentment toward all the IRL acquaintances i have who haven’t bothered to watch black sails but insist that GoT is a masterpiece.)
Okay it's not a smut but like imagine Shawn being told his gf or wife is pregnant
Like him being a dork, though you said you had something important to tell him, goofing around as usual and not having a fucking clue what you were actually about to tell him.
And then you just hold up a test and saying “We’re going to be three people in this family in August” and then just watch how his mouth just drops, like not believe what you just told him.
His eyes would expand and his jaw would drop, leaving his mouth gaping wide open and in those few seconds he didn’t managed to breathe. Like he would literally be too happy to even react to your words. You’d just laugh and nod at him and then the biggest smile would run across his face, finally understanding what you were actually telling him and what was going to happen in your life together. He’d wrap his arms around and spin you around in the air feeling pure happiness at that moment. Like he would giggle and smile and not be able to calm down.
“I’m going to be a daddy. Another Mendes is coming.”
When he’d put you down again, he would let his hand run over your stomach, stroking it carefully, before planting a little kiss on there, stroking your stomach with his nose tip. Shawn would push your t-shirt away from your stomach and press his warms lips against you and whisper: “Daddy loves you already” and you would laugh back at him as his lips continued loving your skin.
“Shawn, it’s not even the size of a peanut yet” before letting your fingers run through his dark hair, shaking your head lightly at his reaction.
“But she needs to know daddy loves her already, just as much as her mom”
“Oh, so it’s a girl now?”
“Yes, a little princess to spoil” he would say, before kissing you tenderly.
“Can I call my mom now?” he’d breathe against your lips with the biggest smile ever. You wouldn’t even be fast enough to reply before he was already calling Karen and telling her she was going to be a grandmother.
Eggsy had invited you to a ball that Tilde and her parents were hosting for some charity event. You two were so close, even out of work you went everywhere together, and people always asked if you were a couple. Unfortunately your answer was always no, especially now he’d found Tilde, the princess of his dreams it seemed. Still, you stuck with him, being the supportive best friend you’d always been, even though it killed you a little inside every time you saw them together. You stepped on your long dress, the waist down made of black tulle, with a black short dress underneath it, and cursed underneath your breath as you held on to a chair to steady yourself. An arm snakes around your waist, another holding on to your wrist. Eggsy leant in to your ear, a little closer than he should have.
“I’m fine,” you gulp, your hand automatically resting on top of his on your waist, “just this silly dress.”
You laugh it off and sort yourself out, then he slides his arm away.
“I don’t think it’s silly. You look stunning,” he smiles as he walks away, back into the crowd and to an angry looking Tilde. You smile back at him and let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding since he put his hands on your body. Tilde’s eyes bore into yours, her face scrunching up as if she’s sucking on a lemon, and you can’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. You carry on circling around the room, talking to various diplomats and other members of royalty from different countries. With each movement you make, you can feel someone watching you, and every time you turn around, it’s Eggsy that’s looking at you, his eyes suddenly darting around the room to avoid your questioning gaze. You start to move towards each other, pausing for conversations along the way, both of you checking how far the other is away from them. Whenever you catch each other’s eye, you can’t help but smile across the crowd. The small talk with these people was killing you, and Eggsy knew you’d be hating it, but he desperately wanted to keep you here all night.
“So, when are you going to get engaged?” One of Tilde’s uncles asks Eggsy.
“Umm, actually, we haven’t spoken about that,” he says, looking around the room to check where you are, “(Y/N) and I are taking things slow at the moment.”
“Oh, sorry! Tilde, of course!” Eggsy corrects, still scanning the room as he looks around Tilde’s uncle’s head.
“Are you okay? You seem distracted,” Tilde’s uncle frowns, unimpressed with Eggsy’s behaviour.
“Yes, sorry, um,” Eggsy starts, then suddenly sees you, nearer than he thought you’d be and his eyes light up, “I must go, I’ll catch up with you later.”
Eggsy pushes his way through the crowd, reaching out to touch your arm when he’s close enough, but is stopped by Tilde standing in front of him, eyes like daggers.
“Oh! Hey!” He smiles, snapping his hand back to his side.
“Come with me, now,” she orders, storming off through the crowd. You turn around just as Eggsy runs after her, and your heart drops into your stomach. There he goes with the woman he’s sure to marry after all this. And here you are again, enticed in by his cheeky smile, working your way towards each other through the crowd, and now completely dejected, stuck talking to some distant relative of the Swedish royal family. You make your excuses and slowly wind your way back through the crowd, not paying any attention to the people you pass.
Out in the hall, Eggsy stands with his fingers pressed firmly against his forehead frustratedly.
“I need to get back in there,” he says exasperated.
“No! You need to explain to me why you’re staring at her all the time!” Tilde yells.
“What are you on about?!”
“Eggsy, you clearly have feelings for her. I’m not putting up with this any longer. It’s me or her. You need to decide now,” Tilde frowns, hands on her hips defiantly. Eggsy looks up, his hand falling down from his face as your name immediately pops into his head, no hesitation about it whatsoever. How had he been so stupid? He’s probably lost you now if you’d seen him running after her. Tilde’s eyes widen at his silence, and the realisation that now covers his face as his mouth opens a little to try and speak.
“Don’t say it. I know. Get her and leave as soon as possible, or I’ll call security,” Tilde orders, stomping away to the toilets. Eggsy takes a deep breath and runs back into the ballroom to find you, pushing people out of the way without care. He spots you, head hanging down as you slowly walk towards him unknowingly. His hand reaches out and grabs yours, pulling you towards him, and you bump into his chest with the force.
“Woah!” You breathe, looking up at his face.
“We need to leave. Now,” he says seriously, dragging you through the crowd and out into the hall.
“Eggsy, what are you-?”
“You’re welcome to him, bitch!” Tilde then shouts out from behind you, as Eggsy doesn’t even look back, pulling you out of the venue as quick as he can.
“Eggsy, why did she-?”
“Just hold on,” he says, bursting through the front doors and looking around for his car.
“Eggsy! Stop! What the fuck is going on here?!” You call out, stopping in your tracks, and pulling on his sleeve to slow him down.
“I love you, okay?!” He yells, turning to face you, his heart skipping a beat when he takes in your wind swept hair, figure hugging dress, and shocked face. You feel as if you’ve had the wind knocked out of you as you stand there looking at his worried face, his suit lopsided from running with his arm connected to yours behind him, face slightly red from his outburst.
“Eggsy,” you whisper, closing the gap between you both as your heels crunch on the gravel, trying to keep your balance. You fix his suit, straightening out his jacket and tie, then smooth the arms down and look up at him with a calm smile.
“That’s better,” you sigh, “now, what did you say before?”
“I love you,” he exhales, feeling instantly calm from your touch. You smile wider, reaching a hand up to his face and placing it gently on his cheek, your thumb stroking over the soft skin just beneath his eye.
“Tilde told me to choose between you or her, and it was only then I realised that I couldn’t live my life without you. I’m so stupid, I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away right now, it’s taken me so long to realise this. I’m so sorry,” he explains, voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t be sorry, Eggs. Better late than never, right?” You smile, his face now mirroring yours, “and for the record, I love you too.”