the comfort corner


Fun fact: The debt he’s referring to here happened between chapters 310-311. It took him over 200 chapters to repay his debt and he never once forgot about it this whole time.

Masterpost of Cryptic Shit from The Adventure Zone

Because damn Griffin’s given us a lot of mysteries to work with. (Excerpts from the show under the cut.)

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sad shit always happens to me so i rarely cry about it so whenever something nice happens i can cry and boi did something really fucking nice just happen

The List - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

You punched the button on the elevator and sighed, closing your eyes. It was disastrous date one after another. This guy was sent a message by his ex right when you were having dinner and getting along. He then proceeded to show you the text message of her wanting to try again before running off.

The other one previously was obnoxiously rude. He interrupted the waitress when she was talking about the specials, he interrupted you and straight out said your opinion was wrong when you were talking about movies, at first you thought he was trying to be funny, until you realised he was more serious than ever.

The elevator doors opened and you walked straight into the living room and fell onto the couch with a sigh. Steve shot Wanda a worried look as she moved over to you and rubbed your arm.

“No more dates, I’ve had enough. I’m done” You mumbled into the couch before rolling over to look at the ceiling.

“You say this but then you go on about how you miss the intimacy of a relationship and enjoying their company..” Wanda explained and you covered your eyes with your arm. She was right as always.

“Bad date again?” You heard a deep voice pipe up, you lifted your head to see Bucky in the doorway, sipping coffee from a mug without a care in the world. If anything, he seemed almost smug. You looked at him, his white vest on and his flattering grey sweatpants on. This would be much easier if Bucky Barnes would just love you. 

“You could say that” You mumbled, sitting up and pulling your coat off and your shoes. Wanda shot Bucky a look which brought him to sit next to you. Steve soon excused himself and Wanda put her face in a magazine. 

“C’mon doll, we’ll watch some crap TV and you’ll be over whatever his name is in no time” Bucky rubbed your arm, you dropped your head on his shoulder as he put on animal planet, knowing the puppies were gonna cheer you up. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with your head on Bucky’s lap, as soon as he started playing with your hair you were a goner.

“Bucky Barnes” Wanda hissed making him snap out of his lovesick trance as he watched you. “Do something.”

“I can’t just do something” Bucky hissed back “I’m not what she’s looking for.”

“What’s that then?” Wanda raised an eyebrow making Bucky groan.

“A man with two actual arms, not previously brainwashed, not previously an assassin. Someone who knows how to have a good time. I haven’t even kissed anyone since the 40s..” Bucky listed off, he realised his jerky movements had woke you temporarily from your slumber. He froze on the spot as you sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. You gave them both a small wave before heading to your bedroom.

“Did she hear anything?” Bucky asked panicked.

“No she’s still mostly asleep” Wanda reassured.

The next day you went in the kitchen to grab some breakfast when something really odd happened. Bucky had himself pressed up against Wanda as she bent down to get something. The look of horror crossed his face as he noticed what you walked in on. You felt slightly disheartened, you had only been in love with Bucky since you started, but he never reciprocated your feelings, so who were you to be angry. It did sting you a little that it was Wanda of all people.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll uh..come back later” You stuttered over your words before making a swift exit, not able to get that image out of your mind.

“Barnes, please get your dick away from me” Wanda cursed picking up the plates she had dropped behind the island. 

“I didn’t mean to, I just went to grab them as you did and now Y/N walked in and..” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “This is bad.”

“Look it doesn’t matter, she probably didn’t think anything of it.” Wanda reassured sitting down with her food “As I was saying, we are gonna go through your list of things and make you the perfect candidate.”

Wanda frowned as she picked up the piece of paper that Bucky had passed to her, clearly ripped from his journal.

1. Two arms.

“Bucky, Y/N is not superfical, and you know she loves your arm, plus there’s not much we can do about that” Wanda frowned. “Okay what’s next?”

2. Handsome

“Alright, what do you say about getting a haircut Barnes? And a shave?” Wanda asked and Bucky fiddled with his hands before nodding. He really did like Y/N, and even though he had an inkling she liked him back, he wanted to really blow her away.

You walked into the living room, blanket in hand and chocolate in the other. The room was fully free for once, which was strange it never happened. You had been out all day with Natasha, trying to get you set up with one of her friends. After seeing Bucky and Wanda, it kind of gave you the kick up the ass you needed.

You took comfort in the corner of the sofa and put on your favourite film, Dirty Dancing. You eyed Bucky walking into the room and frowned as he sat down next to you. His hair was much shorter, much much shorter. 

“Hey doll, mind if I join?” He asked with a smile as you eyed his hair, and his smooth face.

“No that’s fine, what happened to your hair Buck?” You asked, running your hand through it. You couldn’t lie he looked good, but this wasn’t the Bucky you were used to. Especially considering he was wearing some very strange designer pyjamas as well. 

“Wanda suggested I get it cut, don’t you like it?” He asked worriedly as you gave him a strange look. Your hands now running along his jaw as you inspected either side of his hair.

“It suits you, it looks good. Just not used to it” You said sitting back down. Of course Wanda would suggest he get a haircut. Maybe it was his choice too, you just hoped she wasn’t rushing him into changing himself.  “Those pyjamas are ridiculous though” You teased.

“What?” He said looking down at his blue button up. “I thought this was fashion”

“Since when does James Barnes do fashion?” You giggled. He smirked and tickled you playfully for your comment. You stopped giggling when he pulled the shirt over his head and chucked it to the side. You soon realised how dry your mouth was, and turned back to the film as he relaxed into your side.  You needed to stop oggling your friends boyfriend.

“You’re getting stubbly” Wanda warned Bucky as they sat down in the living room together to go over the next part of his list. It had been a few days and although he appreciated the haircut, he didn’t like being completely clean shaven, he felt naked. Plus you complimented him on how it looked better now.

“I know, it’s fine. I’m uh, I’m not sure if we should practice this part. Feels wrong” Bucky said chewing his lip. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a friend helping a friend” Wanda shrugged, a lot more comfortable than what Bucky was.

“What if I get it wrong?” Bucky flushed “I really don’t wanna screw this up.”

“I thought you were the ultimate ladies man back in the 40s, you need to get that confidence back. Be cocky, girls love it” Wanda said with a smile before turning to Bucky. She watched him fidget about and sighed before grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

You had ran around the whole kitchen, unable to find your one hoody. It was freezing outside and there was no way you were going anywhere without it. When it seemed like there was no hope, you ran down to Bucky’s room and knocked, he would know where it was. 

After a few minutes when there was no response, you headed back upstairs and into the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you watched Wanda and Bucky making out pretty heavy on the couch. You sucked in a breath, they were your friends you had to be happy for them. Bucky’s eyes opened wide when he caught you stood there, trying not to interrupt as you moved around the living room, trying to find your hoody.

“Y/N?” Bucky cleared his throat, pushing Wanda away gently.

“Sorry guys, I’m just trying to find my hoody, I’ll be out in a second” You mentioned, your voice quiet, trying to hide the hurt. Bucky realised Wanda and him had been lying on it and pulled it out from under him. He passed it to you and frowned when he noticed you avoiding his gaze. 

“Thanks, have fun guys” You mumbled before jogging out the room.

Bucky looked to Wanda who shrugged before going back to his list.

“What’s the point in me going through this list if Y/N won’t wanna go on a date with me?” Bucky asked disheartened from the hurt written across your face.

“We’ll set her up like a surprise date. Don’t worry, you guys will have your happy ever after. That kiss Barnes was mighty impressive” Wanda giggled to herself.

“Yeah, thanks” Bucky mumbled, distracted.

You had avoided Bucky and Wanda for the remainder of the week. Bucky had tried to talk to you but when he did, he was giving you sarcastic remarks and acting like a dick. You had no idea what was going on with him. But that didn’t matter, you had a date tonight and you were going to make sure this one actually went smoothly.

You had no idea what this guy looked like or if he was remotely nice. But Natasha pushed that it was meant to be and that he would sweep you off your feet. You opted for a sleek black dress and a little bit of make up, you didn’t want to go all out like you had on the other dates, believing now that you weren’t showing them your true self.

“Table for L/N” You asked the waiter who greeted you. 

“Oh your party is already here, please follow me” He said with a smile. You followed him, nerves hitting you as you smoothed down your dress. Well here goes nothing.

You frowned when you seen Bucky sat at the table, a nice blue shirt and jacket on, his hair pushed back and a smile on his face. He thanked the waiter and took your hand, sitting down with you.

“What’s going on? Is this a prank?” You asked, looking around trying to see if Tony was hiding somewhere.

“No, it’s me, I’m your date.Name is James Buchanan Barnes, it’s lovely to meet you” He offered his hand and you raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a breath and called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine.

“Alright I’ll explain what’s going on.” He took your hand, although you were skeptical of why he was here, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of Bucky Barnes actually attempting to wine and dine you. Something you had wished for for a long time.

“I’ve been head over heels in love with you for sometime doll” He confessed with a small chuckle. “I kept seeing you broken hearted that all these dates were going terribly but I just kept thanking my lucky stars because I wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet. But I didn’t feel like I was good enough..”

“Bucky, I would have gone on a date with you at anytime, at any place..” You smiled at him softly.

“I know, but I needed it to be perfect. So I made a list of things and Wanda was helping me. I cut my hair and took care of my appearance a bit more, I hadn’t kissed a girl in a very long time so Wanda was helping me, I’m sorry you walked in on that. But I was doing this all for you, I swear..”

“You did all this for me?” You asked and Bucky nodded. “You didn’t need to change a damn thing Bucky, I was in love with you right from the start. Though please don’t kiss Wanda anymore, I don’t think I can stomach that.”

“I know” He laughed out loud, rubbing his head “I was wonderin, if tonight goes well, if you would consider may be going on another date?”

“Hmm” You tapped a finger against your lip with a smile “I’ll do you one better, if tonight goes well, how about you make me your permanent practice partner?”

“That sounds like music to my ears” 

12.18 coda

Sam tells him in the diner that satyrs lure people away with a promise of pleasure just so they can eat them raw.

Dean thinks that well-meaning waitresses might work the same way.

She gives him a smile, a sweet one that’s everything right with a world so far from his own, and he’s able to let go of his stress after days of stewing in desperate silence. She grabs his hand and leads him out back after the dinner rush slows, and Dean knows he won’t be going back to the motel with Sam tonight. He’ll be wandering, bare foot and chasing a half-real high.

And it works. His body takes over as soon as that door shuts and it tells him he’s happy. But he can feel her teeth digging into him just the wrong side of too hard when they kiss. Her nails gouge deep into his shoulders, leave marks, remind him again that he’s hurting. Her pours his passion into her and he leaves himself cold and empty in the process. 

She devours him and she doesn’t even know she’s doing it.

He lies there in bed with her long after she’s curled up and gone to sleep but invited him to stay, facing away from him in a strip of exposed moonlight. Dean runs one hand softly along the swell of his chest, the closed cavity of his heart, just to make sure that he’s still all there. He stays.

Taptaptaps his fingers. Just can’t seem to help himself. Still longing. Still worrying.

He rolls onto her again in the morning after a bad dream wakes him up and they fuck against her bedroom door before they leave. Dean keeps his tie askew even when he drops her off at the restaurant. He arches desperately closer into her in the doorway, seeking warmth, and he forgets to care if anyone is watching him.

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My fingers
graze your flesh
and you flinch
under the weight
of my mistakes.
I startle,
stuttering ‘sorry’s
and you smile
like a fool
who loves me.
That grin
only hurts worse
'cause I get the knot
of a thought,
knowing I don’t deserve
you or your words.
Your hands
wrap around mine
when I’m cold
at night.
You tell me
that everything's fine
but that’s easy to say
when it isn’t your flame
that’s leading this fire.
So, I say 'I know’
only knowing that I’m a liar.
—  Kelly Stolle

✮  - must find a place where to spend the night (w/ tsundere!jungkook)
@workofteaguk bc jungkook is her main poison and i’m a horrible friend >:)
p.s. this is pretty fucken long i didn’t realize i went this far

When Jungkook’s mother told him to always look on the brighter side of things, he thought… that’s fucking impossible. How are you supposed to look on the positive when the negative comes shoving into your face? Is there enough self-control on every individual to make a decision not to run down the streets because life treated them poorly?

Yes, apparently, yes.

Jungkook stands outside the window of the convenience store, watching as a familiar figure pull over a hood on their head and find comfort in the corner of the table built. With folded arms, face down and legs folded up on the stool, Jungkook debates in his mind if he really wants to put himself through this. He waits, at least… five seconds before he decides to fuck it.

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[01] Run

Originally posted by shin-heerin


Pairing: Yoongi x reader

A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and ‘Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes.

Summary: Jung Hoseok knew you like the back of his hand, and you were almost certain you knew him just the same; but when you meet his friends and watch in shock as everything you knew about Jung Hoseok was only the half of it, you realize just how wrong you were. Jung Hoseok and his friends had completely flipped your world around.  

 Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

“I’ll meet you at the diner in twenty, I have to go pick up some things from Minho’s house.” You smiled at the thought of your wonderful boyfriends name. Hoseok chuckled on the other end of the phone causing you to break out of your drooling. “Y/N yall better not fool around like last time! I waited for forty-five minutes for you!!” He huffed.

“Calm down hobi, he has work today; and I already told you how sorry I was for that!” You laughed softly, reassuring your best friend that you would meet him in twenty.

When you arrived at Minho’s house you noticed his car was still in the driveway. Minho must have taken off work today. Sorry Hoseok, I might run a little late… wink, wink. You thought to yourself as you unlocked the door and walked inside being greeted by a lingering smell of apple cinnamon house spray.

“Minho?” No reply.

You set your keys on the table near the door and made your way to the room where you had left your charger a few nights ago, causing you to use the shitty emergency charger you had found in one of the junk drawers of your kitchen.

Your hand reached out for the door handle, quickly freezing in place before you could turn the knob. A soft grunt escaped through the door followed by a loud moan. Another moan met your ears along with a women screaming out Minho’s name, causing your heart to beat so loud you were surprised the neighbors couldn’t hear.

Without even thinking you opened the door to find Minho pounding into a girl you had never seen before. His lips were latched onto her neck the same way they were latched to yours a few nights ago, his hands tightly gripping her waist just he had done with you. His moans grew louder as she begged him to go faster causing you to finally make your presence known, without being fully aware of your actions.

“Y/N!?” Minho shouted as he pulled out of the mystery girl and quickly tugged his boxers on. Ignoring his plea’s and shouts you grabbed your charger, your extra toothbrush and the few clothes you had kept there for nights you stayed with him. For the nights you slept in that very bed he had just had sex on, that very bed where he decided to betray your trust.

“Y/N, please let me explain!” He grabbed your arm stopping you from leaving, forcing you to look up at his soft brown eyes. A river of tears fell from your eyes the minute you looked at him, remembering every memory, every kiss and intimate moment the two of you had together; when he reached out to wipe them away you pulled away in disgust.

“Don’t touch me Minho. Don’t fucking touch me.” You cried reaching for the door in a desperate attempt to leave the house now full of haunting memories.

“Y/n listen to me please. I’m so sorry..”

“Who is she?”


“I said, who the fuck is she?” You shouted, ignoring the very noticeable crack in your shaky voice. He hesitated a second before telling you all the things you knew you didn’t want to hear but felt the need to know. Most of the story went in one ear and our the other as you stood motionless staring at the man you had loved so dearly. You looked at his slightly swollen lips and down his exposed chest thinking back to the time when you thought it was only yours to touch.

“I gave you everything..’ You said barley above a whisper. “I gave you all of my love, I worked my ass off make sure I had enough money to pay my rent and still have extra on the side for us to do things. I loved you so much.” As if someone had just flipped a switch inside you, anger started to build up inside causing you grab the picture (it was a photograph of you and Minho at the carnival the fall of '15, it was the year he told you he loved you) hanging on the wall and smashing it to the ground. “Go to hell Minho.. and for your sake I hope you take your slut with you. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely”


“Maybe you should just talk to Lisa and tell her you cant work today, I’m sure she will understand y/n. I’ll take you out or we can have our infamous movie nights.” Hoseok whispered to you while played with your hair in the comfort of yalls favorite corner booth, as you cried shamelessly in his chest.

Hoseok was always the friend that would drop anything and everything he was doing to race to you the minute you needed him; yalls friendship was the kind that you knew people had to be jealous of. He held your hand in such a platonic way just because he loved having you by his side, he loved hugging you the minute he saw you, sometimes even picking you up in the process. He stroked your hair until you fell asleep on tough days, occasionally he would stay the night, and on these nights yall would face each other and talk until the wee hours of the morning. A loose strand of his black hair would sometimes fall into his face and as though it was a duty of yours, you’d softy tuck it away. You studied him like he was the greatest subject in school, and he studied you just the same; he was the greatest thing you ever had and the only thing you truly needed.  'Friends will come and go, boyfriends will come and go, but no matter what changes in your life you can always count on me to stay here right by your side. I’m your hope and you are mine.’  He once told you during one of your infamous sleepovers, Hoseok was the best friend you could ever ask for.

“I cant miss any more days Hobi, I am already two months behind on rent; but aside from that I’m glad I have you. Thank you for being the only guy to never do me wrong,” You smiled weakly at your best friend and placed a small kiss on his jawline. “I love you so much Jung Hoseok.”

“I love you so much more Y/n Y/l/n.”

We said our goodbyes and you watched him walk through the diner doors sneaking quick glances at you before he was out of sight.

You painted a fake smile for your costumers but unfortunately the slightly runny mascara and your noticeably puffy eyes gave away your act. Your current state gave you a few apologetic looks and a few eye rolls, a few costumers even gave you a bigger tip almost as though they were saying sorry for something they had no control over.

By the end of the night you had made a total of 175 in pity money, not nearly enough to make any difference in your rent situation. The drive home was silent until your mind decided to speak up. “Her name is Jisoo, we’ve been seeing each other for… for about two years now.” His words kept repeating in your head until finally the tears began to fall. “She is twenty two..” Twenty two.. her age becoming a tattoo on your brain, the entire situation rang through your ears and replayed in your head like it was some kind of movie you couldn’t seem to turn off. He likes younger girls? You thought to yourself as you quickly examined your face in the rearview mirror. Do I not look young enough? Was I not good enough? Was the sex bad? All the possibilities ringing in your ears making the tears fall even harder almost blurring your vision. 'You were always working, and anytime you would finally come to see me you just wanted to sleep.’ You clutched the stirring wheel until your knuckles turned white, you opened your mouth and let out the most blood curdling scream you could possibly make. A string of profanities left your lips as you screamed in anger allowing yourself to fall apart.

Slamming the car door behind you, you made your way up the cement staircase to your apartment door only to find your day was only getting worse.

EVICTION NOITCE: Dear current tenant, you have one week to collect your belongings and turn in your apartment key. Any further questions please contact the leasing office.

You were 2 months late on rent and it wasn’t the first time this had happened either. You worked your ass off but it wasn’t enough, you knew you living alone was going to be difficult, you had wanted to move in with Minho but he had never asked.

As if your hands had a mind of their own you dialed Hoseok’s number and waited for him to answer, it wasn’t until after the fourth ring he answered.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” His words dripped with sleep and worry.

“Um, I am getting evicted.. I have a week to move out..” The thought of asking the man who gave you everything for a place to stay made your sick to you stomach. The walls felt like they were closing in on you and a loud sob erupted from your lips without warning.

“Well dear, its time you finally came to my place and met my roommates. I’ll send you the address. I love you, see you soon.” And with that the line went dead and in a matter of minutes you received a message.

Hobi: 3523 Midrow Ave. Just let yourself in, my room is the second door on the right on the third floor. Be safe, we can go back to your place tomorrow and start packing.  

Third floor? He lives on the nice part of town in a three story house? How many roommates did he have? Why did he never tell me any of this? The subject you once studied so diligently turned out to be a lot more complicated then you anticipated. 


This Youtuber has compiled and created the loveliest Pokemon music videos ever. There are three compilations that all formatted and organized very neatly. I have had it on almost all day at work and it has been a perfect soundtrack to a pretty decently productive day.

Imagine Person A finding a large bug in the house and screaming. Person B runs to the rescue, picks up the bug, and puts it outside. Person B comes back inside and comforts a very scared Person A.

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fanfiction  1/?

Inspiration: Katy Perry’s Song “The One That Got Away”

Rating: Mature      Setting: Season 4       Featuring: Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader


I am loving all the requests and song inspired fics out there. Please let me know what you all think! Warnings: Loss of a parent (the reader is a victim’s daughter), teenage angst and sexual awakenings. I do not own any of the characters or lyrics. Enjoy the fluff, stay for the smut, sorry for the tears. xoxo Stu

You hadn’t been home to visit your dad since last summer, having taken your students to Bulgaria to study the ancient city of Mesembria over your January term. His sprawling driveway was cleared and inviting, despite the wind that had followed you from the airport. You entered the security code on the side gate, your low heels clicking on the decorative stone walkway. The entry way to the kitchen was floor to ceiling glass doors that sparkled in the morning sun. You glance inside, expecting to see your dad tinkering with his espresso machine, or maybe making a smoothie with the juicer you got him one Fathers’ Day, after he declared he was going to lose some weight that summer.

Instead, you see an empty room, the sunlight barely penetrating the stone walls. You cautiously step through the door, keeping your left hand on the brass handle. “Dad? Are you there?”

Silence answers. You drop your bag on the table, your footfalls echoing through the cavernous room. You check your phone, verifying that your Dad hadn’t left you a message while your were in airplane mode. No calls or texts. You went around the counter and through the main hall of the house. Now panic was holding your stomach hostage, gripping your insides the further you ventured in to the unlit house.

“Dad! I know you are not asleep, where are you?” You ditch your heels and climb the winding staircase up towards the bedrooms and offices. You found him at his desk, papers on every inch of the wooden surface. His head down, you thought he was correcting papers, or absorbed in a new research endeavor. When you take a step closer, you see the pool of blood around the rollers of the chair’s feet. You scream.

Derek Morgan was on the fourth mile on his course around Locust Shade Park when the case came through. He grudgingly huffed it back to his car, hoping he could get a shower in at the locker room before making it to the conference room. The drive to the office was quick, Agent Morgan scanned the parking lot for his fellow BAU members’ vehicles. Smirking as he found that Hotch’s and JJ’s cars were the only ones in parking spaces.

After a refreshingly hot shower, Derek secured his locker throwing his ‘GO BAG’ over his shoulder, to take it with to the case briefing. He passed through the bullpen nodding to Reid and Prentiss, both nursing fresh coffees. “Any word on the case?” Derek asks in passing.

“Something about Pasadena,” Prentiss answered noncommittally.

“Pasadena?” Reid asked alerted.

“What’s up pretty boy?” Morgan asked, surprised at the younger man’s alarm.

“Cal Tech is in Pasadena, Morgan.” Prentiss answered, leading the guys to the conference room.

“Right, so you going to dial up your old honeys once we get our unsub?” Morgan teased.

Luckily for Reid, the team was assembled and JJ was set to deliver the case. On the evidence screen a wizened face was peering back at the agents. Reid fumbled in his seat.

“Professor Graham Y/L/N was found dead in his Pasadena estate this morning. C.O.D is blood loss from being stabbed by an unknown object, numerous times.” JJ began.

“Who found Dr. Y/L/N?” Reid asked before Hotch could get a word in.

JJ glanced down at her notes. “His daughter Y/N, was visiting over spring break from Columbia.”

“Is she okay?” Reid followed, which gave everyone around the table pause.

“Reid, I am guessing she is pretty shaken up. But she is cooperating with the investigation, so chances are you can ask her yourself.” Hotch stood, attempting to steer the focus back to the case. “What is this about?”

Reid was pale, even more so than usual. He cleared his throat and looked down at the file put in front of him. He closed the folder and squinted his eyes closed for a moment. “Um, you see, Dr. Y/L/N was my first graduate school advisor while at Cal Tech. He is, well, was a very good man.”

“Reid, I am so sorry.” Emily Prentiss cooed at the grieving genius.

“It’s alright,” Reid sniffed, but his eyes remained clear.”Let’s just get the unsub.”

“Wheels up in 20, it is a long flight.” Hotch added quietly.

You sat in the police station fidgeting. The recycled air, chilled your already shaken frame. The detectives had asked you questions on and off for what seemed like years. You had your carry on bag with you, since it held some exams you wanted to read over. Your eyes continuously lost focus on the size 12 font, double spaced pages. You didn’t want to think about what you looked like to the other people in that crammed hall near the front doors of the station.

Rising, you approached the reception counter. You then left a note for the lead Detective, reminding him of your cell number and that you just went out for a quick bite. It had been six hours since you had made it home, 5 hours and 52 minutes since you became an orphan. Well, technically it had been nearing twelve hours since you had become an orphan, but it was 5 hours and 52 minutes since you knew you were one. Even inside your head, you rambled. One of those eccentric things you got from your dad, the socially awkward professor. Your heart tore just a little more.

He was sixteen when he first saw you. You were seventeen, fresh from graduating from your prep school out of state. Spencer had been invited over for dinner at Dr. Y/L/N’s house after a long day as a TA. He knew the professor’s daughter was home, he was just surprised that she would look like this.

At 16, Spencer had finally grown enough to not get stares from students and faculty around campus. His intelligent eyes and thin frame were agile in avoiding direct eye contact and much physical interaction from his academic peers. He purposely dressed like the professors, which actually made him look younger. He came off as a young man in a school uniform, instead of the scholar he was. He was animatedly speaking with Dr. Y/L/N, who had given him a ride, then suddenly there was a girl in the driveway.

Her long Y/H/C locks, were thrown up in a messy bun. Her legs were bare, save for the ragged denim cut offs she wore. Spencer stared, he was frozen in place in the passenger seat of your dad’s Volkswagen. He would never forget your smile that day, even if he didn’t have an eidetic memory.

*snap snap*

Agent Morgan had shaken Spencer out of his memories.

“So you were pretty close with this guy, huh?” Derek prodded.

“He was a good friend.” Spencer nodded.

“Do you know his daughter, Y/N well?” Derek asked over his file folder.

“We’ve met, “ Spencer added, “I was taken under Graham’s wing, being such a young candidate, he was very fatherly toward me.”

“So you had a sibling-like relationship with his daughter?” Derek mused, surprised that he hadn’t heard of you before.

“What? No, “ Spencer flustered, “She was in private school when I started working with Dr. Y/L/N, she was only home for the summers.”

“Awwww, we have a princess on our hands,” Morgan assumed.

“If you know many princesses who speak four languages and can recited the Odyssey and Illiad from memory,” Spencer snipped at Derek under his breath. “But she was her father’s whole world, so in that way I suppose you are correct.”

Derek looked over at JJ and Prentiss, his eyebrows raised. The women stifled their laughter in their coffees. He decided to let this reunion pan out before prodding Reid for anymore details.

You strolled back to the precinct with a mountain of whipped cream in a cup, pretending to yourself that this sugary monstrosity was actually coffee. You couldn’t stomach the salad you had ordered for your afternoon meal, but you could stomach some comfort calories from the corner cafe. You knew the FBI was aiding in the investigation of your father’s murder, so you mentally prepared yourself for another battery of questioning.

Your cell chirped at you, it was Detective Chang, “Dr. Y/L/N,” you answered habitually.

“The FBI’s BAU is here, if we could go over it with you again, we really appreciate it.” The gruff man informed you.

“Of course, Detective, I will be right in,” You answered, closing your phone with a satisfactory snap. You sniff and pull your chin up, your professor face was on.

Spencer was squirrelly, he could not sit still. He had bumped into JJ, twice since entering the Pasadena precinct and spilled Prentiss’ coffee while rearranging files. Hotch was at a loss. Rossi and Morgan were in fits. Once the evidence photos were up, everyone grew more sober and focused on the details of the case. Professor Y/L/N was a world-renowned scholar, he had been published in numerous journals annually since receiving his doctorate. He was a widow and lived in a large home alone, but there was no signs of forced entry or robbery.

The reason the BAU had been called in was because he had received a suspicious letter a month prior to being killed. Dr. Olivia Madison, his research partner had told the Pasadena PD. That coupled with the international influence of the victim, they wanted to ensure they utilized every resource.

A knock on the borrowed office’s door, signaled Detective Chang, “The victim’s daughter is back, whenever you are ready.”

Hotch looked around. “Alright, Reid, I am going to let you in there, but Rossi is going to be there to keep you focused.”

Reid nodded, wiping his clammy hands on his trousers. “Got it, Hotch”.

Rossi held the door open for the young ball of nerves, making eye contact with Hotch a cross the room.

“Do you think that was a good idea, letting him into her questioning like that?” Prentiss asked Hotch brassily.

“Was there anyway I could have stopped him?” Hotch countered.

“Hotch, we have a meeting with the President of Cal Tech in ten minutes.” JJ informed the unit chief.

That left Morgan and Prentiss to establish a timeline, build a geographic profile and continue to question anyone in Y/L/N’s department.

You absentmindedly played with your hair, the room was so stuffy. You pictured frescoes on the stone walls instead of layers of primer and acrylic. The grating opening of the door spun you in your seat. Suddenly your jaw became unattached from your skull. Spencer Reid stood before you, all cheek bones and long legs.

“Sir Sir!” You sang, leaping to your feet to tackle the thin genius. He had grown since you had seen him last, he rocks with your embrace. “What are you doing here?” You demanded, pulling back from him, but keeping his sides in your hands, you barely felt his ribs through his layers of clothes.

“Well, actually, I am with the FBI.” Spencer cleared his throat. “How are you doing, Y/N/N?” His big heart pouring through his eyes.

You retreat slightly, knowing you are being observed by his partner and whomever was on the other side of the faux mirror. Nodding, “As good as can be expected.”

Rossi holds out his hand to you, “Miss, it is nice to meet you, I am SSA Rossi with the BAU.”

You look over at the older agent, shaking his hand firmly, “Actually, its Doctor.” In the corner of your eye you can see Spencer smirk.

“Well, of course, Doctor.” Rossi continues, sitting opposite you. “What can you tell us about your father’s house when you arrived this morning?”

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anonymous asked:

"i need a hug" said by morality to anyone? please?

Poly Sanders cause I’m trash! Hope you like it hun!

((Edit: this is really really long and I apologize for that, its probably worth the read tho!))

Warnings: Crying, that thing where you say shitty things about yourself (I can’t remember the word) and tell me if I missed something!
Morality was always there.

When Prince needed to stitched up after a long day in daydream mode, Morality was there with a first aid kit and a glass of hot chocolate in his arms.

If Anxiety had a nightmare and tears falling down his face and the fear twisting his stomach in knots, Morality would be there with a glass of warm milk and a softly sung lullaby to lead Anxiety softly into the warm safe hold of sleep.

If Logic was still awake deep into the night, scribbling endless notes with blurry eyes, Morality would swoop in with….some kind of warm sleep-inducing drink and one of Logic’s favorite books, the only thing guaranteed to put the brainy side to sleep.

Morality was always there when they needed him.

Morality was…….

….not fine.

Not at all.

Tears streamed down his cheeks and he held his blanket close, burying his face into the soft fabric, a particularly loud sob bubbling out his throat.

They hate you.

They want you gone.

They never loved you.

Morality flung himself out of bed, knocking into the nightstand and curling into the corner, walls comforting against his back.

Logic was very tired. It wasn’t often he stayed up this late without Morality interrupting him with a copy of… Where was Morality??

He stood up, stumbling slightly at the vertigo and walked to his bedroom door, walking through the hallway only to find Prince and Anxiety also there, quietly talking.

“You go in there.”

“No you, he likes you better anyway.”

Logic stepped forward. “What are you two doing?”

Then he heard it.


In an instant Logic had flung open the door, scanning the room for Morality. He was curled in the corner under the blanket they had gotten him for his birthday, shaking and repeating the same thing over and over.

“I’m sorry.”

Prince and Anxiety walked through the door, standing around Morality like they were looking at a zoo exhibit.

In Morality’s eyes they weren’t themselves. Everything was blurry through the film of tears on his eyes and words repeated in his head, each voice piercing his mind and his heart.

First Prince stepped forward, a cruel sneer on his face. “You don’t matter, Morality. You’re just a nuisance.”

Then Anxiety moved even closer, putting a hand on Morality’s chin. “You act like a child, there’s no way we could ever love someone as stupid as you. ”

It seemed as if Morality could never stop crying.

He waited for Logic to step forward,for the sting and bite of bitter words and hateful tone.

But no.

He just turned and walked away.

Logic ran down the stairs in a panic, crashing into a wall and moving into the kitchen, searching through the fridge.

What did Morality give them??Hot chocolate?No…Warm Milk?? Ugh, that wasn’t it either!Warm Juice? That didn’t even make sense!

Logic put four glasses into the microwave, pressing the one minute button and prancing anxiously on his feet, hoping Morality hadn’t gotten any worse.

Morality wailed, desperately pushing into the wall, trying to get away from this Anxiety that wasn’t the one he loved.


A strange and not very pleasant smell reached his nose and his lamp flicked on, washing the room in a golden warm glow.

The light washed away his fears, a dark and cruel dream replaced by tear stained Prince and Anxiety and a panicked Logic holding onto a tray.

“L-Logan.”Morality whispered shakily.”Please im sorry I don’t mean- I don’t want- I don’t I don’t I don’t!”

Logic set the tray down, lightly resting his hands on Morality’s shoulders and leaning close to place a soft kiss on the older’s forehead.

“Take deep breaths Morgan.In and out, like you have been your whole life.”

While the command didn’t seem to do much, the stream of tears seemed to get slower and slower until finally all that was left was tear stains under big, still watery eyes.

Logic leaned back, grabbing the tray.Morality could’ve laughed when he was what was on it.A glass of hot chocolate with a literal mountain of whipped cream, a glass of his fruit punch and a glass of milk, both of which were releasing curls of steam into the air.And a glass of water, with the glass fogging and the water evaporating slowly.

“This is what you usually do for us but I forgot what you usually bring me so I heated every liquid in the fridge.”

Morality chuckled shakily, wiping his eyes.”I u-usually give you water with sleeping pills d-dissolved in it.”

Logic blinked, opening his mouth to comment but deciding against it and shook his head.”Well, I can do that if you need.”

Morality looked up at Logic slowly.”You would?”

Anxiety butted in from the side.”Of course Mo, we would do anything for you.”

Tears started to well up in Morality’s eyes and he could see the other three start to internally freak out, unsure what to do.

Logic spoke first.”Morality, wait! Please be okay it’s uh…you’ll be…What do you need?”

Morality swallowed the lump in his throat and spread his arms open wide.

“I need a hug.”

When Morality woke up the next morning he would find himself on the bed, surrounded by his three loves in a huge cuddle pile that none moved from until mid afternoon the next day.


Summary: Peter Parker falls for lab partner!reader when he notices her drawing a bird during class and turns to his pal Spider-Man to follow her to a cafe where she loves to draw and he loves to admire her

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: literally 1 curse word, all of it is just fluff

A/N: i didn’t proofread as usual so sorry if it’s complete shit and i apologize that literally every single one of my stories has ended the exact same i’m an awful writer sjksjsksjsjk btw when will Tom finally show us his new hair he’s making me so nervous uGH

Words: 2347 (srry if it drags on and is super boring)

It was a normal 3rd period in chemistry class as the teacher droned on about the names of certain elements of the periodic table.

Peter’s boredom level had surpassed extreme as his eyelids began to droop closed. He had been losing excessive amounts of sleep having to stay out until the late hours of night saving lives and stopping robberies. He was slowly starting to grow used to his sleep schedule though, sometimes too tired to slip off his Spider-Man suit when he snuck in through his window at three in the morning.

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Seigneur-terraces [Suga]

{{ noun // coffee dwellers who sit at a table for a long time but spend little money }}

He’s basically like a cup of coffee: hot and bitter.

Fluff. Coffee Shop AU. 1,107 words.

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Mondays are the worst, you think sourly to yourself, as you wipe the counters and pull down the chairs from on top of the tables. Amber called in sick, so you’re alone in the front of the coffee shop, and god knows you shouldn’t bother Joonmyeon when he’s going through the bills for this place in his back office.

Finishing up with cleaning the interior, you make your way to your usual spot behind the counter before starting up the coffee machines and making sure all the extras, like hot fudge and caramel, are filled and in stock.

Napkin holders full? Check.

Sugar packets and stirrers put out? Check.

Pastries all set out in the display case? Check.

Angry boy staring at you from the door? Check.

Oh, wait.

You quickly hurry over to said boy as he jabs pointedly towards the opening hours sign and ‘closed’ sign.

Flipping the sign to say 'open,’ you rush to open the door, letting the boy stride in.

“Oh my god, I’m really sor–”

“Uh huh, I’m sure you are.”

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Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (16)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©

Part 16 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

Click for WPWT(1)  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22-Finale

Word Count: 3,700 (ish)

Yixing’s P.O.V

He locked himself in his room and made himself comfortable in the corner of his bed, the sound of rain attacking the window and the occasional roar of thunder and flash of lightening inviting itself into his room to accompany him. Yixing had created a list; a list that he was keeping secret from the rest of the house; a list that enabled him to tick off every time somebody in the house did something weird and out of character in the hopes that it would bring him closer to finding out whom the said ‘traitor’ or ‘traitors’ were.  Today he found himself adding another tick beside Junmyeon’s name. In fact he had added a tick next to Junmyeon’s name every day since they found out they were being infiltrated by the opposition and although he had noticed this inconsistency prior to their knowledge, it was only now that he decided it was crucial in his private investigation, since he decided he couldn’t trust anyone enough to tell them. The reason why he kept ticking next to their leaders name required a one word explanation only.


Junmyeon had been making the household eat it every day since they had all moved back in together, his reasons being that it was healthy. Fair enough lately everyone had been feeling lethargic and weak here and there; but to constantly have them eat day after day because ‘it was good for strength’ was extensive and out of character to say the least because for all the years Yixing had known Junmyeon he knew one thing. Junmyeon hated broccoli.

“45 ticks.” Yixing sighed. “Ah…Junmyeon, what are you up to?” He looked further down the list at the candidates with the second highest amount of ticks. Chanyeol and Baekhyun, whom were both joint at 23, followed by Jongdae with 15. Chanyeol had just been outright weird lately and now that he had his break down, only the high heavens knew where he had run off to. Luhan maybe? Baekhyun on the other hand was noticeably less happy than usual, Yixing couldn’t shake the change in the depletion of his moods and it made him highly uncomfortable. Yet Jongdae was who made him feel most on edge. He had been extremely quiet and secretive these days, almost dark. He would frequently sit in corners of rooms and stare at everyone as though he were calculating and his gaze upon Y/N was especially intense. Yixing didn’t like that. Not at all.
“Y/N.” He breathed out slowly; closing his eyes. How could she be pregnant? Sadness descended upon him whenever he thought about it; whenever he thought in detail the steps that she and Minseok took in order to make that baby. Why Minseok, he’d never understand and although he knew it was time to move on, it didn’t make it any easier when he was living with the woman and in the blink of an eye there’d be a mini Minseok running around the house. When it could’ve been a ‘mini him’. He jumped up; his thoughts rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Yixing, are you in there?” The voice called.

“Y/N?” His eyes widened. Jumping up he rushed over to the door and unlocked it; letting her in motioning for her to sit on the bed.

“What’s this?” She picked up Yixing’s checklist and scanned her eyes down the list, squinting as she did so.

“Oh that…it’s nothing. Just a log of decent conversations I’ve had with people.”  He chuckled nervously reaching his hand out to her. But she didn’t question his explanation she handed the checklist over to him and scooted further back on the bed to make herself more comfortable. He dropped down beside her in silence and for a while it was awkward. He remembered the days when it was never awkward and when he could easily melt into conversation with her. He cleared his throat uneasily.
“Uhh, was there something you needed or…?”

“No nothing in particular. I kind of just wanted to know who you thought it was. The mole in our midst?” She looked up him expectantly with the eyes he’d allowed himself to get too used to and too comfortable with.

“Honestly Y/N, I don’t know. But whoever it is I promise I won’t let them hurt you. Either of you.” He placed his hand over her stomach as though it were second nature and rubbed it slowly. The bump was pretty much invisible but the fact that something was growing inside of her continued to amaze him, human life amazed him. So why was it so quick for him to take life away?
She shifted under his touch uncomfortable, maybe it was becoming too intimate for her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean –”

“No don’t worry. It came from a good place.” She interrupted lifting herself from the bed. “I should go now anyway.” She hurried out of the room shutting the door behind her. He sighed at himself; why was he always pushing her away? He knew there was no romantic potential left anymore but he wanted to at least keep the friendship, yet he continued to make every moment awkward.

 Y/N’s P.O.V.

You rushed into the living room, the moment you encountered was way too touchy for you to handle. You understood Yixing kept trying to make efforts, but he kept screwing up. Minseok hadn’t even touched your stomach yet, so it certainly wasn’t his job to. Last night’s images kept popping up in your mind. How you had shouted at Senior being the most prominent memory and it made you laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You raised an eyebrow turning to look behind you; standing at the door frame was Junmyeon with his hands on his hips.

“Oh. Just…nothing serious. Hey sit down I need to talk to you.” You beckoned him into the room with your finger. He took a seat beside you his face blank. “Last night you said you suspected Baekhyun, why is that?” Junmyeon sighed, sitting back further in his seat he began to speak.

“Well you see lately he’s been acting…strange. He hides himself away a lot; he’s on the computer a lot more than usual. You know Baek is our Ace hacker right? He’s the best of the best in this house; he can get his hand on mostly everything. And he’s not really had much to say about this whole situation? It’s odd to me. Besides he’s been going out a lot lately and I’m not sure why that is but I intend to find out. Besides his mood is all off. I mean he’s still happy enough but not to the usual ‘Baekhyun extent’. Think about it, but stay quiet. I don’t want rumours spreading not until I’m sure I can confirm who it is.” He frowned at you standing up from the sofa. “Understand?” You nodded pretending to zip your lips.

“I understand.”


“This isn’t looking good for Genesis. There’s way too much product Junmyeon we can’t shut down this operation at all.” Kyungsoo frowned passing some sheets across the marble table. You were all sat in the board, everyone apart from Chanyeol who still hadn’t returned. Junmyeon grabbed the papers over, his face clouded by an expression of anger and fright.

“Fuck…” Junmyeon whispered looking at the figures on the sheets. “What do we do now? What do I tell Senior?”

“There is nothing we can do now. I mean we can try and beg the showcasing company to close down the case but you need to remember the amount of money going down the drain for that company too, they’re highly unlikely to postpone or cancel it.”

“Right well we’ll have to try.” Junmyeon stood up from his seat pushing the papers back to Kyungsoo. “Baekhyun I need you with me. Who else is coming?” He asked staring around the room waiting for people to speak up.

“I’ll go.” You raised your hand. The room went silent for a while, everyone turned to stare at you. Minseok was looking at you as though you were mad. “What?” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Are you crazy?” Sehun hissed from beside you. “You’re pregnant.” His statement earned a disapproving grunt from both Minseok and Jongin, which had not gone unnoticed.

“So what if I’m pregnant. Besides if they’ll be swayed by anyone it will be a woman.” You rolled your eyes standing up with Junmyeon. Junmyeon was silent for a moment considering your argument. You noticed Minseok looking at him in the most toxic way, but he ignored it.

“In that case; Yuna babe, will you come too?” Junmyeon asked his wife who was sitting beside Jongdae. She nodded slowly, but stood up as well.

“Will they shoot at us?” She asked, her voice shaking; clearly still scarred by what had happened to her a couple of days before.

“It won’t happen babe, it shouldn’t be violent. But I’m here to protect you.” She nodded again but was smiling this time, the comfort of her husband reassuring her nothing bad would happen to her. You looked over to Minseok who still hadn’t stood up yet. You felt betrayed.

“Alright fine I’ll come too.” Sehun sighed standing up. He walked over to the cases of weapons stacked up on the side, pulling 2 guns, a grenade and 2 tazers. “Just in case.” He turned back towards you, handing you and Yuna a tazer each and sharing the rest of the weapons between the other men.
“Let’s go then.”

Baekhyun had given Junmyeon the address of the place in which you needed to go and it took you around an hour to reach. You felt slightly sick on the car journey there but did well to keep it in.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked a little bit scared that you had volunteered to help out now. You looked at Junmyeon waiting for him to speak up.

“Well. I suggest you and Yuna speak to the head and ask to postpone or cancel the Genesis showcasing, we’ll be on standby just in case but –”

“I mean could we not all just go in together, strength in numbers right?” You cut Junmyeon off, fear actually beginning to sink in. Maybe you and Yuna going alone was in hindsight not the best idea you had. Junmyeon sighed.

“Well I guess we could all go in together.” He nodded slowly, opening the car door. “Let’s go.”
You felt more confident now that it was going to be a team effort. As you entered the building, Yuna walked up to the desk requesting to see the head of showcasing departments.

“It’s urgent.” She added.

“I’m sorry Madame, but if you haven’t got a reservation I can’t send you up.” The woman behind the counter looked over Yuna’s shoulder at the rest of you. She was small and neat, bright red lipstick  painted onto her lips precisely. Junmyeon walked forward so that he was standing next to Yuna.

“Mr.Kim. Genesis.”

The lady behind the desk raised her brows, her mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.

“Give me one second please sir.” She began typing things on her keyboard and made a phone call. “Yes sir. Genesis representatives are here to see you. Yes, urgent. Okay thank you.” She turned her attention back to Junmyeon. “You can make your way up in 5 minutes, it’s the 5th floor.” She smiled.

“Thank you.”

Five minutes later and you were making your way into a board room much like the one in the Genesis HQ. Your life constantly felt like a TV drama. You were made to sit down across a scrawny looking man who looked no older than Minseok. His facial hair was unkempt and his clothes not ironed. Hardly fitting for the company image. Another woman with dyed blonde hair walked in with cups of tea and coffee on a tray lowering it on the table in front of you. She bowed and walked off.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” The man in front of you stood, leaving you all in the huge room alone. You reached for a cup of coffee when Sehun swatted your hand away.

“No.” He hissed, you frowned at him rubbing where he hit you. “You don’t know what they’ve put in there and… you’re pregnant.”
You rolled your eyes.

“You don’t need to keep reminding me that I’m pregnant Sehun, that’s what missing periods are for thanks!” You hissed back.
You looked around the room confused.
“Hey guys, where did Baekhyun go?” You shifted your attention to Junmyeon and opened your eyes wide, but before anyone could answer the scrawny looking man from before reappeared.

“Good Afternoon. How can I help you?” He looked at the watch on his wrist and looked back up you and then Yuna. He licked his lips subconsciously which made your stomach twist.
Junmyeon cleared his throat and placed his palms flat on the table.

“Actually we’re here to ask a favour Mr…?”

“Mr. Fen.” The scrawny man said looking towards Junmyeon.

“Right. Mr. Fen. Actually we’re here from Genesis. Really we have a…situation on our hands shall we say, and so we’re here to asked you to cancel or at least postpone the showcasing event.”

“Definitely can’t cancel, but I can try postponing it for you. How long do you need?” Mr. Fen asked his eyes darting back and forth between Junmyeon and Yuna’s cleavage.

“By a month maybe?” Junmyeon but his lip anxiously, the produce was big and you would need an ample amount of time sorting through it. Mr. Fen scoffed his eyes widening in shock.

“Month!? I thought you meant a couple of hours. There’s no way I can do that for you. Listen I don’t pull the strings around this place either, the boss is out and I’m second in charge.”

“Well when will the boss man be back?” Sehun hissed, growing tired and impatient at your failed attempts. You placed a hand on his thigh, a habit that you had grown unconsciously used to as it was something you always did to calm Minseok down. You felt Sehun’s leg jolt under your touch, banging into the table. One of the cups of tea spilling over.

Yuna, Junmyeon and Mr. Fen turned to frown at Sehun.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “Nervous tick.” He shot you a side glance and you quickly averted your gaze down at the table.

“Anyway.” Mr. Fen continued. “He’s not back until next week and your showcasing is the day after tomorrow I believe. I’m sorry but there is really nothing that I can do to help this situation right now.” He looked over at the hot beverages on the table and raised an amused brow. “So nobody wants one. My secretary worked very hard making these for you.”

“No.” Sehun smiled smugly “We made sure we were well refreshed when we came. Thanks.” He stood up from his seat abruptly. “Well if you can’t help us there’s no point being here.”
Mr. Fen rolled his eyes at Sehun.

“Listen Buddy I don’t know why you’re being snappy with me. Talk to your colleagues. Only yesterday we had a call from Genesis telling us to not move the showcasing no matter what. Ordered by a bloke named Luhan I think it was.”
Junmyeon’s eyes widened.

“Luhan you say?”

“Yes. I don’t know if it was actually the person that called but it was definitely under his say so. But I’m sorry there’s nothing more we can do for you.” Junmyeon nodded his head slowly and rose from his seat.

“Well thank you for your time.”

You went straight to your room when you got home trying to avoid questions. You felt sullen, there was nothing that anyone could do about the showcasing. Genesis was going to suffer but you didn’t know how badly. All you could think about was how badly Junmyeon would be treated by Senior for all of this. You lay still and quiet listening to only the sound of your breathing when you heard the door open. You looked up to see Minseok walk in; he dropped down on the bed beside you.

“Hey, I know you’re upset I didn’t come too. I’m so sorry for that, I should’ve come I’m supposed to be keeping you safe, I just…” He paused breathing out. “This baby has been on my mind Y/N.” You turned to face him. You blinked waiting for him to continue. “I’m just so scared. I don’t know what to do. How can I be a father, how can I take care of a kid when I can’t even take care of you. I’m not good enough for you we both know it. You would have been better off with Jongin.” He shut his eyes and breathed out again.

“Don’t say that Minseok, don’t be silly I chose you for a reason.” You scowled shifting over properly to get a better view of him. “You can do it if you put your mind to it.”
He shook his head.

“What if I can’t though? What if I’m a lousy father? I lose everyone closest to me what if I lose you and the baby?”

“That’s not going to happen Minseok! Don’t think about it like that. Think about all the things that could happen, the great family we could turn out to be. It would be perfect would it not? Besides you don’t lose everyone you love. The guys are still here aren’t they? And Sehun. Me. We’re all still here.”
He nodded pulling you closer to his body and hovered his lips over yours.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He lowered his lips onto yours and kissed you passionately. You realised how much you had missed his sweet touch over the past couple of days and melted completely. He pulled away slowly sighing quietly. “I’m feeling really tired Y/N, I need to sleep.” You looked over at the clock in your room.

“Minseok it’s still midday, you only got up a few hours ago.”

“I know.” His eyes began fluttering closed slowly. “But lately I’ve just been tired. I need sleep babe.” He yawned closing his eyes completely. You smiled at him softly, he looked so peaceful when he slept and it made your heart melt. You quietly got up from the bed and walked out of the room, bouncing down the stairs you buckled and fell on the last step.

“Fuck sake would you be careful!” You felt an arm lift you up and carry you back up the stairs.
It was Sehun.
He took you into his room and placed you down on his bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Bouncing down the stairs! Don’t you know that you’re pregnant?”

You rolled your eyes this was about the last time you were prepared to hear Sehun remind you that you were pregnant again.

“I know I’m pregnant Sehun! Would you stop saying that. Goodness me! Why do you care so much anyway.” You frowned at him, he was frowning back and then you blinked. “Oh. You care. Sehun? You…you care?”

“Of course I frickin’ care it’s my best friends kid.” He rolled his eyes crossing his hands over his chest. “…Besides I get to be an uncle this way right?…I guess I’d have to learn to look after my niece… or nephew. I owe Minseok that much…” He cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. You smiled up at him, Sehun actually cared. No wonder he kept talking about it, it was because he was concerned. “Stop smiling at me.” He grumbled, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “…Are- are you okay though?…” He tried to be as cold as possible but you could sense the concern in his voice.

“Yeah I’m fine Sehun. Thanks.” You smiled at him.
Suddenly he placed a hand over your stomach and began rubbing it gently. You felt a bit uncomfortable but since you didn’t know when next Sehun would be this nice to you, you let him continue.
“I’m coping.” You carried on “But it’s hard I feel a bit lost and I have no support…emotionally. It’s really really hard.” You felt a tear spring free from your eye. “Oh God. I’m sorry I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”
You noticed Sehun was staring at you intensely. He reached his hand out and wiped the tear from your eye. You gasped, it startled you to say the least.

“Minseok wouldn’t want you to cry. You need to stop. Now.” His tone was cold but he was trying his best although he wasn’t really comforting you at all, but you supposed this was his new ‘look after Minseok’s wife’ approach. But your face was still upset, a pout on your lips.

And then suddenly he kissed you.

Sehun leaned forward and placed his lips on top of yours. You were in such shock. He was so close, his face was against yours and his lips were moving against your own. You pushed him backwards and slapped him hard against the face, leaving a red mark behind.

“Sehun what the heck are you doing!” You shouted, shifting off of the bed in a hurry and walking towards the door.

“Ouch. What the fuck.” He caressed his cheek, where you had slapped him hard; he stared up at you blankly as though he didn’t know what he had just done. Like nothing even happened.

“What the fuck!” You spat, rushing out of his room and back down the stairs making sure not to trip down again. This time you bumped into Junmyeon when you got to the bottom.

“Wow what’s the rush.” He raised a brow. But you didn’t answer; instead you both turned your heads towards the front door that was opening slowly.
Baekhyun walked in looking at the both of you standing at the bottom of the steps.

Junmyeon frowned

“Oi Byun Baekhyun, where did you go?”

The Adventures of Mr. KitKat

Pairing: Damian x Reader (Friendship). 

Summary: Damian is turned into a kitten and found by reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1116

 A/n: Hope you enjoy this. I’m thinking of making this a series but I’m not so sure yet.

Frustrated, that was the word.

Damian Wayne was certainly feeling frustrated. What started as a normal night of patrolling soon turned into a nightmare for the youngest son of Batman. Damian didn’t know how it happened or why it happened, well….. maybe he did know how it happened but admitting it was a little bit embarrassing for him.

He had just stop a mugging in crime alley, the usual thing of everyday: stop the mugging, beat the criminal and call the police, nothing interesting or at least it was until the man he just saved from said mugging turned against him. He took a gun out of his jacket and aimed it at Damian. Now, this was a shock for the boy wonder but what happened next was certainly stranger. The mugger, that just a second ago was on the floor took advantage of Damian’s shock and did something unexpected. The low life criminal threw something at Damian, some king of powder but more heavy than it, the weird object smelled funny and felt hot on Damian’s skin. Damian was certainly not proud of being caught off guard, he was already beating himself for not acting fast enough and on top of that for not realizing that the mugging itself was just a charade.

 All this happened in less than a minute.

 The two men who seemed to be working together ran away after throwing him the stuff, if Damian wasn’t feeling so tired he would have chased them. But that was not the case, Damian was tired and angry. Two common low life criminals had manage to evade HIM, a trained assassin of the league of assassins and Batman, that was outrageous. He would have continued the rambling inside his head if it wasn’t for the tiredness that took over his body, he fell into the floor head first and butt up.

 “Father will find me “he thought

And just like that he fell unconscious.

 It only took him 15 minutes to regain consciousness, but those 15 minutes felt like hours for the youngest Wayne

 Damian stirred a little and with his eyes still closed he thought how his father would react to the past event. “He will be disappointed, I am disappointed” and more so because I went patrolling on a school night. “He will be furious”

 He did not want to open his eyes, so he decided to take a few more minutes of sleep before confronting his father, and with that Damian decided to snuggle closer to the blanket he was sure Pennyworth must have put on him. “Father did find me” Damian thought

 “But, wait a minute”. Damian started thinking

 The manor does not smell like piss and his bed does not feel like a hard rock. Alarmed, Damian opened his eyes, and he was welcomed to a terrible sight, he was not back home but on the floor of an alley. It was still dark so not much time must have passed he thought.

 But something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

 He was not covered in a blanket but on a very familiar red suit, His suit.

 Now. That was bad

 He was suddenly too small for his suit. With a lot of effort, he managed to get out of his suit.

 Just to realize that not only was he small, but he was also covered in fur and standing on four.

 He had a faint idea of what was happening, but admitting it sounded foolish.

 Damian decided that the best action he could make was call Batman.

He was ready to do so but stopped when he heard something.

 “Mom can we drink some cocoa when we get home”

“I don’t think so Y/N it’s already late and you have school tomorrow”

 “But, mom”

 Oh No.

The voices where getting closer

 What would they think of a cat sitting on top of a robin suit?

They could steal the suit and find out Batman identity, he may be a cat now but Damian was no fool.

He took the suit and boots with his mouth and faster than he could, hid it behind a dumpster. It was hard and maybe he ended up with a sore mouth but it was necessary.

“Look mom, a kitten”

 “Meow” what!?!?

 Damian was startled he may have not been as fast as he thought. This plebeian picked him up from where he was hiding, hurting his belly in the process.

 “Y/N, be careful with the animal, you don’t know what kind of diseases it might carry”

 “But mommy it’s just a kitten, it won’t hurt me”

Getting tired of having his belly squeezed as a lemon, he decided the best thing to do was to escape the barbarian that was holding him.

 “Ouch!! He scratched me ”

Damian took advantage of this and went back to his hiding place, he could here the child and mother arguing from his place.

“Let’s go back home, Y/N, I’ll clean your scratch and then if you’re good I’ll give you some cocoa” he heard

“But mommy, it’s cold, something might happen to the kitty, he could die”

 “What are you trying to say Y/N?”

 “Can we take him home, please”

“MEOW!!” What!!. He would not go home with this foolish child he would rather fight the joker than that.

 “No, it’s a stray cat” at least someone has a common sense Damian thought

 But the child was right, it was indeed a cold night, winters in Gotham were always cold. Oh how he longed to be back home drinking tea while listening to Grayson’s incessant talking.

“But, mom it’s just a kitten”

 “No, buts Y/N, that cat already scratch you, it’s late we won’t get a cab in here. Common Y/N ”

 The women took her bag and walked a few steps ahead of the child, Damian was already getting comfortable in his corner, when he feel the same pain in his belly as before, the child, no, the girl was picking him up again and brought him close to her mouth.

 “Don’t worry Mr. KitKat, I’ll keep you safe from winter” Y/N muttered to him.

 And with that she put him inside her black coat, Damian resisted the urge to scratch the girl again, but the inside of the coat was warm and he was tired.

“Y/N” he heard the women shout

 “I’m coming mom”

 What an impulsive girl Damian thought. Hiding a cat inside her coat when the mother didn’t want the cat. Well that’s not my problem I’ll just focus on getting home, and with that Damian fall asleep without knowing that it would take his family weeks before actually finding him.

Hey There Delilah

Anon: hi, do you take another song based scenario? i want to request jaehyun or johnny scenario based on plain white t’s - hi there delilah. thank you so much! :)

Genre: Nostalgia/ Long distance relationship/ Fluff

Jaehyun x Reader

New York City was always vibrant, buzzing with energy. People were always crowded on every street you turned no matter what time of the day. Being surrounded by so much energy tired you out. Before you knew it, you would be yearning for your soft bed and nothing else. The one thing you missed more than anything was him. His gentle voice as he sang you to sleep. His sleepy face and groggy face when you woke him up in your apartment. He would then pull you into his arms and hover on top of you. His innocent kisses turning into something else as his lips left yours and traced your skin around your neck and collarbones, leaving his marks there. You would comment on how he hasn’t brushed his teeth and he would laugh and kiss you even more. Your bed was never cold when he was there. The sky was a murky shade of grey from the large window of your small apartment. You had done various things to it to make seem more like ‘home’. But sometimes home isn’t four walls and a roof. Its two arms and a heartbeat. Your home lived in Korea, inside that suffocating dorm of his. You found your phone and stared at your desert-like inbox. He stopped texting a while ago. 

Leaving Jaehyun was heartbreaking. When you broke the news to him he smiled despite the pain. “That’s amazing!” He beamed. You only stared at him in dismay. “You’ll live in New York! You’ll make so many new friends!” His dimples were deep in his cheeks as his stupid smile took every single breath away from your lungs. 

“But we won’t see each other.” Your eyes flooded with tears and he shook his head, still beaming. 

“So what?” He said. “We can text, Facetime, Skype. I’ll probably even visit you!” You wondered how fine he was with everything. But inside he was dying. He went home that evening and just sat on his bed. His pillows still smelled like your floral perfume. His closet still held some of your clothes. He wondered if it will all be over when you left.

You both texted each other non stop. But then suddenly it became too much. You were too occupied with work and he was busy with his comebacks. He would rarely text you. Sometimes you would be mad at him for not texting at all and he would retaliate with telling you that it isn’t his fault he’s busy. It would result in you two distancing with time. Losing something so special would break him and you. Jaehyun wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was your happiness, your best friend, your strength. His days without you would go slow. The smallest things would annoy him for no reason. Not seeing any messages from you saddened him. He wanted to appear strong but when you would get mad him, he would get even more enraged. 

You sat on the couch, scattered pages spread in front of you, the laptop showing incomplete work. Every single second you spent there made you stressed. Everything was too much. Coming to New York at first was exciting, even with leaving Jaehyun behind. But being alone made you realise how dependent you were on him. You checked your phone again but it was still silent. A few notifications from here and there but nothing from Jaehyun.

A few weeks ago he sent a mixtape of all the songs he wrote for you in the mail. But he hasn’t done anything like lately. He might’ve moved on for all you knew. But he wouldn’t do something like that without telling you. At least you hoped he wouldn’t.

Jaehyun on the other hand was losing control. He didn’t want to text you first. He always did. He understood you were busy but he wanted to know if you still cared. It was getting too much for him. Days were passing by without any news from you. It worried him that you might’ve moved on. He hoped you didn’t. He finally opened his laptop and booked a flight to New York, not wanting to stay away any further. 

You were enraged because of the possibility of him moving on and finding someone else for himself. Your new coworkers were encouraging you to go on a blind date or at least go clubbing with them. You were too busy sulking over Jaehyun but now that you were agitated, you decided to go. Putting on a short sparkly dress, you went to the nearest club your friends could find. 

The place reeked of alcohol. You being a girl from a small town in Seoul weren’t used to all of this. People danced around you, sweaty bodies moving next to each other. The music blasted from somewhere around the club and the lights were vibrant and dazzling. you sat on the stool at the bar and ordered a Martini, going with the drink you were comfortable with. From the corner of the room you saw a boy, hair red and eyes blue, staring at you. You smiled and he took it as an invitation because he made his way over to you readily. You felt guilty for willingly attracting another man’s attention like this. But god knows what Jaehyun is doing right now. He could be fucking another girl. Setting the guilt aside, you let the boy chat you up. Before you know it, he was dragging you out of the club. He smelled like smoke and musk. You missed Jaehyun’s scent. It was clean and fresh. When you got to your apartment with the red haired boy, there was someone else there. 

Jaehyun sat there on your door, his bag sitting beside him. He stared at you with his innocent and loving eyes. He almost broke into a smile but then his eyes fell on the body behind you and how your hands held his. He eyed you, wearing a mini dress that showed off your curves and lipstick smudged. He slowly got up and stared at you, despondent. “Y/N, what is this?” He asked. You gulped having no idea what was happening around you. Instantly detaching your hands from him, you told him to leave. He gave you an angry look before storming off and calling you a slut. 

“Jaehyun,” you started but he cut you off. 

“I came here, all the way from home, to find you cheating on me?”

“Jae, let’s go inside and talk.” You pushed past him and fished for the keys in your pocket. He trailed in behind you, furious and red. Turning on the lights you faced him. “Jae,” you said, stepping closer to him. He took a step back. 

“You haven’t been calling and now this? Is this why you stopped talking to me? Because of that guy?” He looked heartbroken and tired. He had eye circles and his hair were a frizzy mess. 

“Jaehyun, it isn’t what you think it is. I thought you moved on and I thought that it was only right for me to-”

“Only right for you to do what? Fuck the first guy you found?” 

“No! Well, yes, I mean you haven’t been talking to me either and I just…I’m stupid okay?”

“How long has this thing been going on? Between you and him.” He had his hands on hips and eyes wild.

“We literally just met today Jaehyun.” You touched his arm but he pulled away. “Jae…”

“I am so disappointed in you. You’ve changed so much. You aren’t the Y/N I fell in love with.” His voice was full of fatigue. You wanted to hold him and have him reprimand you until he forgave you. 

“Baby…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” He stopped pulling back and you took your opportunity to pull him closer. “I’m so sorry.” Tears welled up in your eyes. You knew nothing you would say would be enough. “I love you so much and I got blinded for a bit, please forgive me.”

“I know things have been hard Y/N, but the fact that you have so little faith in me.”

“I’m a terrible person, I’m sorry.” He finally held me and pulled me close. I could inhale his scent. The arms I called home, the embrace that instantly made me feel better, the fragrance that was better than any scented candle. His presence alone made everything better. 

“You’re not a terrible person. You just don’t trust me enough.” You looked up and kissed his cheeks. Your lips found his and before you know it he was on top of you, assaulting your lips. You kept on apologising and he kept on kissing you. Suddenly, the small apartment didn’t seem so bad anymore.

On promises made and kept

For @bgonemydear, who wanted reunited childhood sweethearts in a historical au.

The train hadn’t finished slowing down when Bellamy hopped off.  It had been years since he had been back to Arkadia— six, as a matter of fact— and already he could tell things were different.  There was a train station, for one.  No more walking to Polis and catching the train there.  There was a bank now too, and soon enough there would be a law firm, too.  

Bellamy left the station and turned down the main thoroughfare.  His mother and Octavia wouldn’t be expecting him until tomorrow, but he had decided last night he couldn’t wait.  He’d taken an earlier train and would come back for his things with the wagon tomorrow.

Murphy saw him first.  He waved from the porch of the general store and went back to sweeping, a very different man from when Bellamy had left.  He was married now, Octavia said, and far more settled.  The town had changed and the people had too, which he supposed was the general order of things.  He wasn’t the same boy who left.  The Bellamy Blake who had left Arkadia had been a boy from a poor claim who only owned the shirt on his back and two tattered books and now he was a lawyer with an expensive suit and a position at Charles Pike’s firm, coins jangling in his pockets as he walked.  

He had paid off the mortgage the first chance he got, and now his mother rented the land out to other farmers for pasture.  That was all it was good for, anyway, and Bellamy made more than enough to keep them comfortable.  He rounded the corner separating his mother’s land from the Millers’ and heard a joyful shout in the distance.

Octavia had seen him from a quarter mile off and she was running to him, her skirts flying as she pumped her arms.  She threw herself into his arms with a screech and he swung her around.  “You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” she scolded, and he laughed and set her down.

“I got impatient.  Are you complaining?”

Octavia grinned and punched him in the shoulder.  “Never.”

His mother’s reaction was more subdued but no less joyful, and she insisted on making a roast even though he protested that the chicken she was going to make for herself and Octavia was more than sufficient.  But all throughout dinner she cast him careful, measured looks, and when Octavia was preoccupied with the washing she pulled him aside.

“Have you seen her?”

“No,” he said quickly, but his eyes darted to the window towards the Griffin homestead anyway.

“I thought you might have gone to see her first,” she said.  “I would have understood.”

Even after all these years, it hurt.  By all rights he should have been going to see Clarke first.  He should be coming back to marry her; he would be, in fact, if she had agreed to wait.  That was all he wanted— all he’d ever wanted.  Almost as much as he’d wanted an education.  

But she didn’t want him.

As the sun sank below the horizon he found himself pulling on his boots.  “Want some company?” Octavia asked, but he shook his head.  

“Just want to take a walk,” he said, and that was some of the truth.  Mostly, he wanted to show himself he could remember Clarke without falling apart.

He went straight for the tree on the rise between their property.  There had been some dispute over who found it first, him or Clarke, and for the first year they warred over it like opposing armies.  But at some point their enmity had shifted to friendship, and soon they used it as a meeting spot.  There was a hollow in it the perfect size for hiding treasures, and for years they left notes for each other there.  

The tree had been host to other things too, hesitant kisses and fumblings that were sweet and bright in his memory, with a clarity he had spent six years hoping to shake.  The sky turned orange and purple and pink and he sat down, thinking of all the times he had been in this very spot, his back leaning against the tree while Clarke sketched.  Sometimes she would lay her head in his lap and let him card his fingers through her hair, lulling her into a doze until their mothers shouted for them.

The tree was where he asked her to marry him, and where she broke his heart.  That’s not the life I want, she had said, her face immobile and cold.  He had left angry but that anger had turned to sadness by the time he arrived in his boarding house, but by then it was too late.  He started dozens of letters to her but none of them felt right, so in the end he simply told himself it was a childhood love and nothing more.

Sitting next to the tree now, six years later, he knew that was a lie.  He reached into the hollow out of idle curiosity, but his hand brushed something that didn’t belong.  It was hard, wrapped in waxy canvas, and when he pulled it out and unwrapped it, he recognized it.

Abby Griffin had kept it on the hutch near her doctoring kit, a plain, unremarkable wooden box except for the initials JG carved into the top.

It was Clarke’s.  That much was certain.  It was Clarke’s and he had no right to pry, but he told himself this tree didn’t just belong to her.  And he had spent so long yearning for anything of hers that the temptation was just to great.  He lifted the lid and all the air left his lungs at the sight of his name in her deliberate, careful cursive.  

Dozens and dozens of letters, and as he flipped through them he saw each one was addressed to him, all with a date marked neatly in the corner.  He chose one at random and looked at the date— three years ago.  Another was from five years ago, and one on the top was dated that very year.

His vision swam and he felt lightheaded.  Behind him the prairie grass rustled and he turned to see Clarke frozen five feet away.  “You found them,” she said, breathless.  “I heard you were back, and—”

He drank in the sight of her— she was just as he remembered but different too, like everything.  Some of her curves were softer and some of the lines of her face were sharper, but she was still Clarke, still so beautiful it hurt to look at her.  “You wrote to me,” he said dumbly.

Clarke sank to her knees and snatched the letters away.  She stuffed them haphazardly into the box without looking up.  “I never sent them,” she mumbled.

“You wrote to me,” he repeated.  “You— I thought you— you said no.  You said you didn’t love me,” he stammered out.  “Right here.  Six years ago.  I asked you to wait for me, and you said no.”

She sniffled and kept her eyes on the box.  Her hand shook as she fumbled with the latch and she shook her head.  “I never said I didn’t love you,” Clarke said quietly.

“I asked you to marry me,” he said again.  “You said no.”

“Because I didn’t want you to come back,” she said and looked up.  Her eyes gleamed but her chin was lifted, proud and fierce.  “I didn’t want this life for you.  You deserved better.  It wasn’t because— I never said I didn’t love you.  I did.”

“And right did you have to decide that for me?”

She tore her eyes away from him.  “None.  But I also knew I would never forgive myself if you came back here just for me.  I wanted you to be free– free to choose without feeling beholden to me.”

Bellamy picked up a letter she had missed and looked at the date.  “You wrote to me last week,” he said.  A hope he thought was long extinguished bloomed in his chest.  “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still love me?”

“What does that matter now?”

Bellamy lifted her chin with his finger so she was looking at him.  “Do you still love me?”

“How could I ever stop?” she said with a half-laugh, half sob caught in her throat.

Bellamy had won awards in school for his speeches.  He was devastating in the courtroom with them, and he could marshal them to win any argument, convince any opponent.  But here, words failed him.  

So he caught her face in his hands and kissed her instead.


You were always prone to mental breakdowns whenever you got too stressed. Why would this time be any different? You’d gotten behind in class due to illness and you had tons of work to makeup by the end of the semester. That just so happened to be in two days. So late Wednesday night, early Thursday morning you were surrounded by half finished homework papers, lots of disposable coffee cups, and a lot of tissues. Around three in the morning after finally finishing the hardest math sheet you had ever seen, that’s when it started. The mental dam in your mind cracked as you chucked your pencil across the room in frustration.
‘Fuck it,’ you thought. ‘I need ice cream.’ So down into the kitchen you went, trying to be as quiet as possible so your housemates wouldn’t wake up. Grabbing a spoon and your favorite flavor of ice cream from the freezer, you sit comfortably in a corner on the floor and dig in. But of course, what could possibly go right tonight? The first spoonful of the sweet treat fell right on the floor. That’s when the dam broke. Tears began to pour out of your eyes as you shoved the carton away from you, throwing the spoon so hard it probably dented the wall it came in contact with. Sobs built up in your chest that you just couldn’t hold back.
“Why is everything so FUCKING hard?!” You scream, your emotional distress causing your voice to raise an octave higher. You curl up into a ball and lie on the floor, sobbing violently and that’s how the team found you. Tyler was the first to get your attention.
“Hey, hey, shh Y/N shh. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here, everybody is here.” His tired voice rang in your ears as you felt yourself being moved. Something strong and warm wrapped around you as Tyler continued to murmur comforting words into your ear. A moment later, Mark appeared in your line of vision with tissues. He was followed by Amy, holding a mug filled with what you assumed to be tea based on the smell. Kathryn wrapped you and Tyler in your favorite heated blanket while Ethan got a new spoon from the silverware drawer. By this time, your sobs had quieted to sniffles but tears were still coming.
“You wanna tell us what’s wrong, Y/N?” Amy asked quietly, handing you the tea.
“Y-you guys are so nice.” You whimpered, curling farther into Tyler.
“I mean yeah, but why are you crying?” Mark grinned and you giggled a little, sipping the warm drink to try and soothe your raw throat. After a few minutes of patient silence, you sigh and wipe your eyes.
“I got so far behind in school because I’ve been sick the past two weeks. The stress really got to me and I just… broke.” Everyone gives you an empathetic look.
“We’ve all been there sweet pea.” Kathryn says, smiling. “Why didn’t you come to any of us for help? We would all have been glad to help you work.” You shake your head and cast your eyes downwards.
“I couldn’t ask you guys to do that. You do enough as it is.”
“Oh bullshit.” Ethan says. “You’re part of our little family now. We’ve all gotta help each other out, even if it means with,” he pauses and shudders dramatically. “Homework.” At this you laugh and some of the the tension leaves your shoulders.
“Thanks guys. You’re the best.”
“We know.” Amy says and grins. “Now let’s get some sleep, and we can all tackle that homework tomorrow. Sound good?”
You nod and smile.
‘I have got the best friends ever.’

A/N thank you so much to @sadboyoliverinvisibleboy for requesting this! Sorry it took a little longer than promised but hopefully it’s what you wanted!

Requests are open!