this took me so long oh my god i'm tired of looking at it

in which flash lives in a fancy house and peter and michelle are far too dorky for their own good.

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  • okay, so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep getting larger and more grandiose.
  • ned is in the back just, gawking. “that house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just parked in the driveway!” and ned’s gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
  • when they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
  • when she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car, peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
  • she can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm and him pulling her close.
  • she ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his fingers squeezing at her waist.

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La Vie en Rose

Request: For the Drabble list thing , can you do 5&3 <3333

3. “I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”
5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

Word Count: 1819

A/N: Reader is 17 here~Starts off 16, but is 17 cause woo time skips. But wow I just realized I slightly changed things a bit. So basically. May doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman. But it also doesn’t take place during the movie. But Peter is 16. So, after the movie, but May doesn’t know. YIKES! (Im really only explaining this like this because I’m splitting this into different parts. The next part will go more into the title).

Summary: the reader grew up with Peter and when the reader’s mom dies, May takes her in.

Warnings: None.


You and Peter grew up together. Kind of. Peter’s aunt May was your mom’s best friend. When Peter’s parents died when he was young he went to live with his Aunt, and May would often invite you and you mom over so Peter would have a friend to play with.

The only thing is, you and your mom moved away when you were 10 and you only saw Peter and May about once a year.

So, when your mom died, you found out she had put May as next of kin, and you were shipped off to Queens to live with Peter and May.

It was odd moving back to the city you had called home for so long. After living in a small town in Maine for six years, it was odd being back in a big city.

Of course it was a difficult transition when your mom died, trying to get used to May and Peter again. May treated you like you were her own daughter, and Peter was so nice to you.

You had had a crush on Peter for as long as you can remember. Probably eight or nine years. It was always something small where it would always sit in the back of your mind, but wouldn’t really hit you unless you and your mom went to visit.

By the time you were 15, you and Peter had exchanged phone numbers when you stayed with them for a week with your mom. You had kept in touch after that. You would text at least once a week, mostly telling each other about your days.

Moving to Queens really wasn’t easy. May tried her best to help you, but Peter was really the one who go through to you.

One night, shortly after you had moved in he had heard you crying in your room. He had let himself in and sat down on your bed with you.

He began to tell you about his adjustment to Queens when he was really little and how hard it was for him to make friends, to get used to staring a new school at such a young age, and get used to May and the city.

“I remember that on my second day here in Queens, May told me that someone was coming to see me, and that they were my age. And a few hours later, you walked through that front door. As soon as you saw me you ran over and shoved two toy cars in my face asking if I wanted to play. I was six, Y/N, but I knew that I had made a friend and I would be okay,”

After he had told you this, he pulled you into a hug and held you for a while. But before you knew it, your lips were on his and you were pulling his shirt off. The next morning when you woke up naked next to Peter, you both agreed that it would be best if nothing like that were to happen again. It would be too complicated given your situation.

After that night you and Peter remained close. One could argue that you were even better friends than you were when you were little. And your crush had grown. Living with him only helped it grow into something more than a crush. You couldn’t help but admire Peter.

May was amazing support to you and helped you adjust to living in an apartment in Queens.

When the new Semester at school began you joined Peter at Midtown High School. When Peter introduced you to Ned, you clicked instantly.

Your Friday nights soon turned into a time when you, Peter, and Ned would hang out. The three of your would study or watch movies or go out and wander the city.

One night, almost a year after you had moved in with May and Peter, you were helping May with dinner.

“I have to say, Y/N, since you’ve moved in, we’ve had go out for take out a lot less,”

You laughed, “well, in your defence, you just never set the timer on the oven and leave the food in for too long,”

“Well, that’s very nice of you to say, but why don’t you go get Peter from his room while I change and then we can eat,” May said, heading towards her bedroom.

You walked over to Peter’s bedroom door and knocked twice.

“Peter?” You asked

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the front door, it swung open and Peter fell through.

“Peter? Oh my god, are you alright?” You said

You rushed over to where Peter had fallen on the floor.

Peter quickly hopped up, held a hand over his face and tried to make a run to his room.

You stood in front of him, not letting him pass you.

“Peter Parker, what’s going on?”


“Then take your hand off your face,”

Peter slowly removed his hand from his face, revealing a giant bruise below his left eye.

“Oh my god,” you said

“Please don’t tell May,”

“I’m not going to have to tell her, I think she’ll notice,”

“Can you please just help me cover it up,” Peter begged.

You hesitated for a moment, May had welcomed you into her home and took you in as her own, you didn’t like lying to her.

“Fine,” you agreed.

You allowed Peter to pass you and head into his room. You went into your room and picked up you makeup bag and headed back into the hallway where you ran into May.

“Y/N, did you get Peter?”

“Uh, yes… he’s just - uh he’ll be out in a second. He just needs my help with something,” you said and quickly moved past May and entered Peter’s room.

Peter was sitting on his bed when you walked in.

“So, I have to use makeup to cover that up,”

You pulled Peter’s desk chair close to his bed so you could sit and fix up his face.

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” You asked, rummaging though your makeup bag for your concealer.

Peter remained silent.

“Peter i’m not going to help you unless you explain this to me,”

Peter sighed “Look, I got into a fight,”

“You’re lying,” you said, applying the concealer to Peter’s face.

“Yeah, okay well then if i’m lying you’re an idiot,” Peter said, (knowing that you are extremely smart and not at all an idiot).

“In that case, I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid. Tell me the truth Peter,”

As Peter went to open his mouth Peter’s bedroom door opened and May walked in.

“Guys it’s dinner,” May paused and looked at what was happening, “Y/N, are you putting makeup on Peter?”

You and Peter exchanged a look.

“No?” You said

May eyed you both suspiciously.

“What’s for dinner?” Peter said, standing up and walking out to the table.

“Y/N and I made a lasagna,” May answered as the two of you followed Peter to the table.

“It was my grandma’s recipe,” you said, taking a seat.

You stared Peter down the entire meal, hoping he would get the message that you weren’t finished with the conversation from earlier.

“Y/N, you haven’t touched your food. What’s going on?” May said

“Nothing, May. Sorry. It’s just been a long day at school and I could really use Peter’s help with my calculus homework,” you lied

“Well, why don’t you eat something and then you two can go study,” May suggested.

After dinner, Peter helped May clean up while you waited in your bedroom for Peter.

Eventually he walked in and closed the door behind him.

“I need answers, Peter. You can’t just walk in here all bruised and ask me to help you hide it from may without an explanation,”

“I wasn’t lying before. I really did get into a fight. Someone tried to steal my backpack and they punched me, and they stole my backpack,”

You were hesitant to believe him.

“You’re really not lying to me?”

“C’mon Y/N, I would never lie to you. You know that,“ Peter said.

“Actually, I clearly remember this one time when we were eight that you lied straight to my face,”

“No, Y/N, please don’t bring up the barbie incident again,”

“Peter, you cut off my barbie’s hair. I will never get over that,”

“How many times do I have to apologize for that? It’s been eight years,”

You shrugged, knowing every time you brought this up you got Peter all worked up.

“Peter let me ask you something,”


“Who is she?” You asked.

“What?” Peter said, confused.

“Ive deduced that you must have a girlfriend. You sneak out almost every night, you claim to be at your Stark internship every day after school, but I don’t buy it,”

“I don’t have a girlfriend,”

“Again, I still don’t buy it,”

"Well, what about you, Y/N, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?” Peter questioned.

“Oh yeah, great job turning the tables on me there, Peter. But you know there hasn’t been anyone since Gwen,”

“Shame, you guys were cute together,” Peter said.

You and Peter stayed silent for a while before Peter spoke up again.

“Y/N, remember not long after you moved in with me and May and how I told you about the first time we met and what I remembered,”

You nodded, remembering what else had happened that night.

“I know we agreed that nothing should happen after that night, but I just always thought something would,” Peter admitted.

He sat and stared at you, waiting for you to say something.

“You know what, I think i’m gonna go. All this sneaking out has left me extremely tired,” Peter said.

Peter placed a light kiss to your forehead and got up to leave.

“Are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” You said, stopping him at your door.

“I’m actually kind of waiting to see if anything will happen with this one girl,”

Peter gave you a small smile, said goodnight, and closed the door behind him.

universal-glitch  asked:

Can you write the Connor x Internet friend! Reader as a fanfic. I would love it if you did.

Message Me || Connor Murphy x Reader (PART 1 OF 5)

requested : yep
prompt: n/a
pairing : connor murphy x reader
warnings : suicide plan mention
additional notes : reader is female, based off of a Connor X Internet friend reader headcanon by @watch-the-whole-world-disappear, they meet on tumblr, connor runs an Edgy™ Aesthetic Blog, WHICH I RUN BTW, NOT THAT THERES ANYTHING ON IT YET BUT YEAH FOLLOW ME AT @connor-fvckng-mvrphy lmao it’s a Connor roleplay blog

Bored. Bored. Bored.

Bored is such a boring word. In this moment, you’ve never heard a word that describes you so much.

You scroll listlessly through your tumblr, liking random images and quotes from this one aesthetic blog that you follow. Your eyes wander, not that you’re finding anything interesting, until you come across an interesting poem.   


I have to get this
off my chest before
I straighten every crooked object
offensive clutter distraction
nervous as fuck
I’ll pull out every hair
or tear my fingers off
If I don’t figure out how to look
in your eyes
without screaming

I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
I can’t remember anything before you
I can’t imagine anything without you
I want to live the rest of my life with you

But only if you think I’m cool
We should just kill ourselves

‘Interesting,‘ You think, 'Edgy, but very interesting.’

This guy (girl? other?) seems interesting. Relatable. You click on their name, intrigued.

At one click, you fall in love with the account. You follow on first sight.

According to his bio, his name is Connor and he’s seventeen. His posts consist of black-and-white photos of chipped nail-polish, of pale wrists with even paler scars zigzagged across the stick-thin appendage. Quotes by Poe, little poems like the first one you read. 

He’s tortured, you know. But you can’t bring yourself to message him, like the little stalker you are.

Hours of pouring over his account turn into days, days into weeks, until finally you have been an avid fan of his for a month. 

And then it all comes crashing down.

One day, you refresh your page, bored, and there’s a new post from him. Literally must have been posted not even a minute ago. 


this is not going to be a great week
or year or life
or anything inbetween
i thought for a millisecond
that i had found a friend
a kindred spirit
but you fucking tore it up

fuck you, E.H.
your friend too
go ahead and laugh
laugh all you want
but will you be laughing when the school shooter is dead?


You’re worried.

This poem…was not like the others.

This was angry. This was raw. This was…this was real.

You bite your lip. Your eyes flick down to the tags.

#suicide plan #goodbye

Shit. Your eyes widen and you click on your inbox, typing in a message frantically

hi I know you don’t know me but I just saw the tags on your newest poem and im freaking out
please please don’t kill yourself
I’m sorry it’s just your poems are really relatable and help me a lot and i feel like I’ve gotten to know you through them and oh my god you probably think I’m so creepy I’m so sorry

You wait, terrified, for a response.

One minute.

Two minutes.




There is no answer, and you bury your head in your pillow and try not to cry. You can’t help it, your shoulders shake with wracking sobs. You probably failed at saving this guy, you failed so bad. You suck, oh god, you suck.

After another five minutes of sobbing, you hear a loud ding from your phone, and you blearily stare at the screen through unshed tears.

im flattered
I didn’t realise that somebody actually read my poems or my tags or cared or…

You gasp in relief, fingers tap-tap-tapping out a reply. 

OH thank god I thought that you had…
Are you okay??
thats a stupid question omg I'm sorry

im fine
actually…i feel much better.
thanks for, you know.

I’m [y/n] btw


i know
thats creepy oh my god;sorry

it’s fine ig I mean it is in my bio so??? its chill


so this might sound weird but ????
you’re…pretty cool.
i just looked over your account and wanted to know
well you know
want to talk more???

wow im??? Really???

yeah i mean you helped me there,,,like a lot,,,

id love to !!!!

You talked almost every day. When you got down to it…he was a sweetheart. He was kind. He got you.

do you think, like…
well ever get to meet each other??
imean you’re a really great friend now and???
id like to meet you.

i wish
but we live like eight hours away from each other…

ill drive to you!

calm down, connor…lmao
we don’t want you burning out on the way

:( I don’t even know what you look like…

i don’t know what you look like either! XD

shit well
if I send you a picture of me
will you do the same?

sure ig

me.jpg my sister took the photo so,,,


id prefer handsome but I’ll take it
your turn, missy.

hnnghhh okay


holy shit



no no no I am definitely not wtf you need your eyes checked?

no way you’re fucking adorable
i think /I’m/ in love you cute lil motherfucker

we should swap phone numbers

and skype??

fuck yeah

oKay !!! im [skype/name] and my number is [number]

my Skype is the same as my tumblr and my phone number is XXXX XXXXXX

saved and I just texted you too :)

'hi Connor!!!!’ with a bunch of happy emojis?
dude you’re just,,,
thats really fucking cute

wh y???? do you keep calling me cute I’m???

because, as it turns out, i have a really cute best friend

best friend??
awww connor!!!

yeah yeah
you’re literally all I have, [y/n]

you’re my best friend too!!
i really wish i could meet you…

me too…hold on a sec

connor??? you okay???

my sister just walked in and was being a dick, being nosy about who I’m talking to and not believing that it was a friend. She thinks I’m talking to my dealer.
i fucking hate her sometimes

do you?

but she thinks I do. It’s easier to let her.

*internet hug*

Fuck…that’s cute.

 As time went on, you found yourself more and more drawn to Connor. His photos could always make you smile, and nothing brightened up a shitty day more than clicking on his Skype name and watching him answer a video call, smiling dopily at the camera.

And also as time went on…you slowly began to realise why.

You were in love with him. 

Fuck, you were in love with a guy eight hours away. A guy that you had never met in real life. What do you do?

…You continue pining for him over a distance, of course.

You watch yourself in the screen, waiting for Connor to pick up the Skype call. Soon enough, he does, and his grinning face fills the screen.

“Hey, [y/n].” He greets sleepily - it’s like, midnight over there - and rests his chin on his hands.

“Heya.” You wave at the camera, grinning sheepishly and a little shyly. The thrill of actually seeing him rather than just a message still gets you.

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“Yep! Any special girl that you had in mind?” You ask, a hopeful smile plastered on your face.

“No, well…actually…” He furrows his brow, and your heart drops.

“Is she pretty?” You ask, concealing your jealousy. You could be there for him.

“She’s cute. Like, really fucking cute.” Connor says, watching you carefully.

Truth be told, Connor felt the same way. He was absolutely crazy about you, but he didn’t want to ruin this adorably heartwarming friendship you had.

To wake up and have no more *internet hug* messages or cute little reminders…it’d ruin his life. You were absolutely the only thing keeping him going.

You talked for ages, until it was about 2:30 on his end. Before long, he was getting tired. 

“I should go soon.” He says drowsily. 

“Mmmm.” You don’t want him to go. “Night, Con.”

“G'night.” He yawns. “Love you.”

You freeze. He freezes and hurriedly leaves the video chat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Connor slams his head on his desk, pissed off. “I fucked up. I fucked up.” He mumbles.

A small chime comes from his computer and he bites his lip, glancing reluctantly at the screen.

i love you too!!!!

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A/N: I know there seems to be a lot of Niall imagines from me, but that’s because most of my requests are about him so I will combine similar requests or those that I feel will work well with each other. I do have some for Harry, Louis, and Zayn so I’ll do my best to space them out!

Character: Niall

Warning(s): Smut

Originally posted by slowhandsmp3

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Best of Wives & Best of Women

Lin-Manuel x Reader

in which the workaholic writer seemingly neglects his love despite their pleadings; their relationship is put on the rocks and Lin is too oblivious to see.

words: 1,345

warnings: loneliness and sadness

Finally! here’s the lin fic I’ve been promising for weeks. Sorry for the wait and if its awful bahaha!

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kaykay8776  asked:

So I was thinking about RttE the other day, and I thought about how awesome it would be to see a lovey scene between Stoick and Hiccup. Maybe Hiccup explodes at his dad for whatever reason and says that he was never there for his son when he was a kid, stuff like that, and then Stoick apologizes guiltily. I really want him to say this in there somewhere: "But you need to know that I love you, no matter what. And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that was something you had to earn." Thanks!

Ooooh man. Deep stuff goin’ here. LET’S DO IT.



Stoick nodded with a proud grin. “I think it’s time Spitelout goes to General, seeing as how he’s been my captain for years now. You, son, are next in line.”

Hiccup blinked owlishly, before running a hand through his hair. “Dad… Thor, I dunno…”

Stoick’s smile disappeared, “You don’t know? What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Hiccup gestured in desperation to explain what he meant, as his mouth open and closed as he tried to find the words. “I… I don’t think I’m… I’m ready, Dad. I’m only eighteen, I’d rather not-”

“Eighteen. I was married at eighteen, Hiccup.” Stoick pointed out mildly, causing Hiccup to blush crimson. 

“You’re a Viking.” Hiccup tapped his way to the table, fiddling with some of the leather straps splayed across it. The fire in the middle of the room cackled, where Toothless was curled up asleep. 

Stoick blinked in confusion, following his son to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Deeper explanation, Hiccup?”

The teen took a sharp inhale, shaking his head sadly. “I’m me, Dad. I can’t- I’m not like you. You knew what you wanted to do, what you had to be. Me. I just… I don’t want that…”

“This will be good for you.” Stoick prompted, waving a hand towards the opposite wall of the hut, where weapons were shown out in high numbers. “It’ll be a life lesson, son. Good preparation for the day when you take my place.”

Hiccup shrugged away, shaking his head firmly. “No, Dad. I’m not ready- have someone else do it, I-I…”

“Hiccup.” Stoick furrowed his brows and crossed his arms. “This isn’t an offer. As your father, I say you have to do it. You’re the heir, Hiccup. There are certain things you have to do, whether you want to or not.”

Hiccup growled and shook his head in annoyance, giving his Dad a short glare. “Dad, I said-”

“Hiccup!” Stoick flung his hands int he air as he paced a small circle, turning back to glare at the young man. “When will you ever listen? Captain- it’s an honor! Why don’t you take it?”

“Because!” Hiccup exploded, taking a few long strides forward, hands fisted and eyes narrowed. “Because, Dad. I’M. NOT. READY. I’ve only been… “liked” for three years! Will people even listen to me? Something goes wrong and BAM, I’m blamed and no one will give it a second thought-”

“How could you say that?” Stoick whispered lowly in shock. “You know they- we’ve changed-”

“Have you, Dad?” Hiccup said calmly, face expressionless. “Are you? I’ve never heard you say anything like an “I’m sorry”. Never. Yet you don’t give that a thought. You expect things to constantly be normal, no matter how hard it is for me.”

Toothless lifted his head from the floor, eyes wide as he stared at Hiccup, the dragon wishing he could add in some words here. He knew all to well that Stoick had apologized, once upon a time. 

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If I never knew you [1/?]

A/N: So this is one of my first fics in a while! uwu I personally think I could do much better, but I’ve only been editing this at around 5am every day so it’s not showing my full potential. Either way I hope you enjoy and keep reading?? :D

Beta read by @chunruu and @chummy-bear

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It had been a while since Alfred had seen such an organized tribe, and yet here they were; discussing what to do with him. He had heard mentions of killing him off or keeping him as a prisoner and honestly, he preferred the latter.

Ever since he had left his tribe he was labeled as a rogue- a lone wanderer- even. If he was caught on another’s territory, said folk could do whatever they pleased with him since technically, he didn’t belong to anyone. Now, even death was acceptable.

He sat on his knees, arms held securely behind him by two Alphas who were soon accompanied by the rest of the tribe spewing out from the huts around them.

Murmurs quickly started to rise in the air. Snippets from every conversation were being thrown at him; ‘Filthy…’, 'He’ll get the children…’, 'Not even remotely human…’.
Alfred didn’t blame them, rogues were 'dangerous’.

Mothers would tell stories to their young about how rogues would steal children from their homes and brutally murder any unaccompanied adult. The reason was obvious as to why said stories were told however, the bigger the tribe the better. Leaving would endanger yourself and your clan mates and scaring people off from doing so was the best way to go about it.

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Despondency and Orange Crushes (Lin-Manuel/Reader)

Title: Despondency and Orange Crushes

Pairing: Lin-Manuel/Reader

Summary:  Lin finds you despondent about something.

Rating: PG for cursing

Warnings: Complete self-indulgence

Words: 1,202

Author’s Note: I’m getting old and fuck me, I needed to write something self-indulgent LET ME HAVE THIS

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Companions plus faction leaders see get Sole get gravely injured and while trying to help them, they try to walk it off and continue the fight
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Cait:</b> One moment, both Cait and Sole were having the time of their lives, decimating supermutants. The next, Sole was screaming while a mutant dog tore up their arm. Cait bashed the dog's head in without a moment's hesitation. She was about to go back into the fight when she saw Sole trying to get up and grab their weapon. "Oh, no you don't! Sit back down Sole!" Sole said that they were perfectly capable of fighting, but Cait wasn't having it. She forced Sole to stay seated, then threatened them to stay or else. Sole begrudgingly allowed Cait to fix them up. After she was done, she pointed a finger at Sole and told them that if they worried her like that again, she'd kill them herself.<p/><b>Codsworth:</b> Codsworth honestly thought that Sole was invincible before he saw them get torn up by a feral ghoul. He told Sole that they should heal themselves while he takes care of the remaining ghouls, but Sole wasn't hearing it. They told him that they were fine and limped back into the fray. Codsworth couldn't really argue with Sole, so he made sure to take care of the toughest enemies. Ensuring that Sole would have it easier.<p/><b>Curie:</b> Curie lets out a rather loud gasp when she sees the blood blossoming on Sole's thigh while they were fighting gunners. Curie tries to treat it right away, even with Sole telling her to stop over and over again. Sole just keeps on firing their gun while Curie patches their leg up as best she can with them standing. When the last of their enemies were down, Curie properly fixes Sole's leg, not noticing their piercing stare until she glanced up. "What's the matter madam/monsieur​..?" She looks quite shocked. "You got in my way during the fight!" Curie winces and tiltes her head down. "I-I'm sorry, but you seemed to b-be in pain..." She looked up. "I just wanted to help, really!" Sole put their hand on their kind hearted companion's shoulder. "I know Curie, but next time help me when everything wanting to kill us is dead."<p/><b>Danse:</b> Sole got knocked out for a few seconds when a synth hit them with a shock baton. Danse quickly destroyed it, before turning to Sole with his brow furrowed in worry. "You okay soldier?" Sole blinked out the remaining spots in their vision. "Yeah, I'm fine." They tried to stand, but ended up falling right back down. They tried twice more before Danse commanded them to stay. Sole tried to protest, but to no avail. They couldn't disobey a direct command from someone with a higher rank than them. By the time Danse returned, Sole was able to walk, but Danse still had them lean on him. After a few minutes of silence, Sole looked up at Danse and quietly asked him, "Please don't tell Elder Maxson about my screw up today." Danse kept looking forward, but there was a small smile on his face. "Of course soldier. I know you'd do the same for me."<p/><b>Deacon:</b> Sole and Deacon were doing fairly well against a group of raiders up until Sole slipped and got shot multiple times in the stomach. Deacon turned around when he heard Sole's scream. His eyes went wide, panicking for a second before pulling himself together. He shot the raiders around them before running up to inspect Sole's injuries. They tried telling him that they're fine, but coughed up blood while doing so. "Uh-huh. I've heard some pretty bad lies in my time, but I think that one just took the cake. Sorry, but you're staying where you are." All Sole could do was groan and lean their head back while Deacon finished up. He already had stimpacks ready when he came back to Sole's spot. They ended up camping there for the night, giving Sole plenty if time to think about how lucky they are to have Deacon as a companion.<p/><b>Dogmeat:</b> Sole gets grazed by a feral's bony hands while in downtown Boston. Dogmeat thinks that Sole is seriously hurt, so he goes absolutely berserk on the rest of the ferals. 'Must protect human!' Sole ends up not being able to shoot anything because Dogmeat's in the way. He gets rewarded with a brahmin steak later on for being such a good boy.<p/><b>Hancock:</b> Hancock damn near went feral when Sole got seriously hurt by a raider. He only increased the violence when he saw that Sole was trying to help him, scared that they'd get in an even worse condition. He was not going to lose the one good thing he had left on this world. When he saw Sole's dumbfounded look after he was done, he burst out laughing. "Chalk that up to 'reasons why I'm awesome." That snapped Sole out of it. "Yeah, yeah. Just fix me up already." He did it without hesitation and helped Sole to their feet. While they were walking away, Hancock ruffled Sole's hair affectionately, and told them not to worry him so much. Sole just smirked and said that they couldn't promise anything.<p/><b>MacCready:</b> While fighting a bunch of gunners, Sole was flung across the street by a man in power armour. "Holy fu-frick!" MacCready's eyes went wide when he saw his friend sprawled across the pavement. Thankfully, Mac shot the guy between the eyes before he could deliver the final blow. MacCready was relieved when he saw Sole get up, but that was quickly replaced by fear when they suddenly clenched their abdomen. "Boss! Are you okay?" Sole grimaced more than they smiled, but they assured him that they were alright. In reality, Sole just didn't want to worry him. A few broken bones is nothing. MacCready was a bit skeptical, but trusted Sole to know what they were doing. The poor guy never learned that Sole was actually very hurt.<p/><b>Nick:</b> Nick thought he was going to overheat with how hard he was working to keep Sole safe. Sole had just gotten a nasty gash from a mirelurk a few minutes prior, and Nick didn't want them to over exert themselves with more fighting. When the last mutated crab was down, Nick went to heal Sole straight away. They tried pushing him away, insisting that they were fine. Nick stared them down and said, "Sole." That one word was enough to make Sole give in. They couldn't compete with Nick's stern voice. He had a smug smile the entire time he was fixing them up.<p/><b>Piper:</b> "OH MY GOD! BLUE!" Needless to say, Piper was downright terrified. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to die. She didn't even wipe out the rest of the enemies, she just picked up Sole and ran. She ran until she came across Diamond City. Piper took Sole to the clinic, demanding immediate medical attention. All the stress made Piper pass out on her friend's cot after the doc fixed them up. She was just glad that Sole would be alright.<p/><b>Preston:</b> </b> There was only one stingwing left when it stung Sole. Preston made short work of it, but the poison was spreading quickly, making Preston tear up because he didn't know how to save his friend. He soon sobered, however, when he saw Sole start to walk away. "Where do you think you're going? We need to get you help!" Sole didn't even glance back, probably because they were wincing. "Eh. I'll be okay." Preston wasn't going to let them have their way. He ran up to them, and without warning, hefted Sole over his shoulder. He ran all the way to the nearest settlement, even with Sole demanding he put them down.<p/><b>Strong:</b> He let Sole get back up and continue to fight after they got hurt by some mutants. He would've thought them weak if they hadn't. Strong did go on ahead to take the brunt of the fire, so that Sole wouldn't die of course. Then who would help him find the milk of human kindness?<p/><b>X6-88:</b> X6 made a disapproving sound when he saw that Sole had been incapacitated by a stray bullet or four.vHe obliterated the remaining enemies before lifting Sole up bridal style. They asked him what in the world he was doing. One of his eyebrows lifting up in question was the only bit of emotion he showed. "I'm obviously taking you back to the institute to get treated." Sole started pushing against his chest, saying that they're not some damsel in distress. X6 sighed. "With all due respect sir/ma'am. Wouldn't it be better to get bullets dug out of you by sterile equipment?" Sole stopped and thought for a moment. "Holy crap, you're right. Well then, what are we waiting for?" X6 muttered a barely audible "We're waiting for you to accept the obvious answer," before calling in a teleport request.<p/></p><p/><b>Desdemona:</b> She couldn't believe it. One of her best heavies knocked out on the ground. They fainted because they saw a molerat. Now Des has to make sure that none of the 'savage beats' could attack Sole. A few minutes after Desdemona was done, Sole woke up. Des wasted no time in chewing out Sole, putting emphasis on them needing to get over their molerat phobia.<p/><b>Maxson:</b> Maxson would be lying if he said that he wasn't scared shitless. What with Sole bleeding on the ground, and him being the only one who could fight against the rest of the gen-1 synths that infested a building near the airport. He long ago told Sole to not get up no matter what. Somehow, he destroyed all of the synths, and let the tension leave his body. Until it came back when he heard Sole's ragged breathing. He spun around and told them to hop on his back. He didn't know a thing about medicine, but people around the airport do. When he arrived, he was dead tired, but he managed a smile when the doctor that took Sole told him that that'd be alright.<p/><b>Father:</b> He was absolutely mesmerized by Sole's fighting ability. So much so, that he didn't hear Sole's warning. They had to tackle him out of the way, which made them take they blow he was about to receive. He was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that Sole was standing back up with blood running down their face he scrambled back to his feet. "Mother/Father! Let me-" Sole cut him off. "No Shuan. It's my duty as your parent to protect you. Let me." It tore him up to do so, but he obeyed. He never looked up more to his parent than at that very moment.<p/></p><p/><b></b> ______________________
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3. Wingman // Klance

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

The space bar was exactly what Keith would have expected a space bar to look like. He almost expected the Star Wars cantina song to start playing.

“Dude! Check out that giant keg thing! Oh my god, I’m going to get space-wasted!” Lance said, shifting from foot to foot in excitement. “Do they have legal drinking ages here in space? Shit, I don’t have a space-ID—”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Hunk said. “Look—they’re not even asking for ID. It looks like… self-serve?”

He pointed at where some short alien people were serving themselves cups of electric green liquid from the “keg thing” Lance had noticed earlier. The aliens put coins into a slot and then pressed a button to fill their cups.

“Let’s just get some of it before Shiro and Allura notice we’re gone,” Pidge said. “I really don’t want to get another lecture about responsibility.”

“Psh. They’re still at that space movie theater. We’re free for the next couple hours for sure,” Lance said. He sidled up next to Keith, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “So, what do you say—should we get completely shit-faced?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hey, you didn’t have to come along,” Lance said, poking a finger at Keith’s chest. Then he turned to Hunk. “Hey, Hunk—be my wingman for tonight? There have to be some pretty alien ladies in this bar.”

“Uh,” Hunk said. He shot a quick glance at Keith and then looked back at Lance. “Not tonight, man. Sorry. Pidge and I were going to…”

“We were going to play space foosball,” Pidge said quickly. “I thought I saw it when we came in, so….”

“Yeah,” Hunk agreed. “We’re going to do that.”

“Well, damn,” Lance said. He looked back at Keith. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to be my wingman tonight, Keith. You up for it?”

Over Lance’s shoulder, Hunk and Pidge gave Keith a pitying look. He sighed. “Sure, I guess,” he said. “Why not?”

Why not wingman for Lance? Why not wingman for the guy he might sort of actually like in a not-so-platonic way?

This wasn’t going to end well.

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acciovodka  asked:

CONGRATS!!! 🎉🎉🎉 I'm going with funny one (at least I think so)! Maybe 4, please? 😊

For the lovely @acciovodka, who is such a great person, leaving wonderful reviews to my stories and motivating me to keep working on my WIP. <3 <3

Why are you asking?

It was damn early in the morning, the sun only barely visible on the horizon, but the first birds were already singing in the trees of the small park. Hermione couldn’t sympathize with the birds, it was far too early to be cheerful. She blew over her steaming cup of coffee, her life-saving elixir whenever her job as a senior Auror required her to show up all over London at the crack of dawn.

Oh, she hated her best friend right now! He did it on purpose, calling her in this goddamn early when he knew that she had been invited to Luna’s birthday party! Luna’s parties had become legendary ever since she started doing them years ago and everyone wanted to be there.

She groaned as her head throbbed briefly at the memory of the night. Too much alcohol! And now she was standing here, in this godforsaken park at the crack of dawn, waiting for Harry to finally arrive. Thank the gods for the small café at the edge of the park that was already open—a couple of hours of sleep simply weren’t enough after a night out. Why had she even answered Harry’s urgent call when she had some comfortable arms wrapped around her? Arms she hadn’t intended to leave at all today!

“Sorry for being late,” a rather amused male voice said from behind, pulling her out of her thoughts. Harry.

She turned around, the cup still pressed to her lips, only to scowl at him, but she didn’t grace him with a response. He better had a damn good reason for requiring her presence this specific morning.

“You okay?” he asked, lifting his own cup of coffee to his lips, an amused spark in his eyes.

“Me okay? You ordered me here in the middle of the night, after Luna’s party. You know full well that I’ve barely slept and that–”

“No doubt about that.”

“Then why are you asking?”

He chuckled and pointed at her feet. “You’re wearing two different shoes.”

Confused, she followed his finger and was shocked to see that he was right. In her hurry to get out to meet him—because he had said it was urgent!—she didn’t notice that she had put on two different shoes. They did look similar but were completely different colours, one black and the other one a light brown. “Ugh! I told you to take someone else…”

“He kept you up, didn’t he?”

For a long couple of seconds, she just stared at him blankly, only to then blush furiously when her sleepy brain replayed images from the night before,  remembering how his wicked tongue had so exquisitely brought her pleasure. Her cheeks burning, she took a sip from her cup to distract herself. It only made her long for his arms even more so now.

“You should see your face now!” Harry laughed out loud, nudging her gently in the side.

“Stop it!” she cried out, feeling embarrassed. “It’s not funny!”

“Oh, come on, you know I was just teasing you!” he replied, chuckling. “It’s just that Ginny kept texting me about you and Malfoy making out in Luna’s library.”

Draco! Gods, his kisses in the library had been so hot and addictive while his hands had been so damn sneaky, finding their way beneath the dress she had worn at the party, leaving her wanting more. And the more they had kissed, no, devoured each other, the more she knew she had the same effect on him. Her heart momentarily beat faster at the memory of them both being lost in the moment.  

“Fine, we made out!” she finally said, adding a small huff.

“Yes!” Harry cheered. “Blaise owes me–”

“What? HARRY!” She slapped him on the shoulder, even roughly so. Then realisation hit her, and she slapped him again, only harder this time. “YOU IDIOT! There is no emergency, right? You just wanted to know, didn’t you?” She punctuated every single word with another slap, only satisfied when he winced in pain.

“Ouch!” He finally managed to stop her, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder. “It’s only fair, you know? You two drove everyone in the group crazy with your bloody tension. Even Blaise was tired of your constant eye-fucking–”

“That’s it; I’m leaving!” Hermione added another slap for good measure, smirking at his pained yelp in response, before she reached for her wand. “And just for your information, Luna’s party wasn’t the first time. You just didn’t notice.”

“Wait, what?”

With a sly smirk, she Apparated back to her place, only to shed her clothes and climb straight back into her bed and Draco’s arms. “Harry’s an idiot,” she whispered as he placed a sleepy kiss on her shoulder.

“I told you,” he murmured sleepily and pulled her closer for a few more hours of sleep. “He’ll pay for it.”

Thank you to @silverlioness for having a quick look over it and providing a lot more suggestions than expected.

Tagging @darshika121! I have a sieve for a brain… 


My Bullet Journal Set Up

So some of you have asked me about my bullet journal (I’m looking at you, @munirastudies (and some anons - hi anons!)). Here it is: my set-up!

I previously did a post on my bullet journal at the very beginning of this studyblr, which can be found here. It’s just changed so much since then that I decided I’d post a new one!

- 1 - I’ve got a dotted Leuchtturm1917 A5 notebook in a really dark blue - which fits because I’m Ravenclaw. I was actually planning on painting the house crest on the front cover, but I never got to do it… but I think I’ll do it soon haha.

- 2 - When you look at my bullet journal you’ll see that I have some bright tags there. They really help me find stuff quicker (but they aren’t sticky enough so they often get loose.. I should change that). You can see my tag list in picture

- 3 - and it’s at the very end of the notebook. For those of you who don’t know this system yet, it’s really simple! You just decide how you want to tag that page, for example “books” as I did in mine, and go to the back of your notebook to write it down there. Then you choose a colour and put a strip of washi tape (or I use post it flags) on that page in the back and also on the page you want to tag so that the colours are in one line and you can see them from the outside (god I’m bad at explaining this but I can’t find the page that explained it to me, sorry!).

- 4 - On the first three pages there’s an index, and I use the first page for years and months, then the second page (which you can see in the picture) I use for anything else.

- 5 - Then there’s my key. I have a colour coding system, but I use some colours twice (which is really bad, I know) because there just weren’t enough colours! I have one colour for each subject, then also for other parts of my life like work, family and friends, uni in general and health (which is anything really: when I eat, doctor’s appointments, when I clean my flat etc). There’s also a key for my expenses which I rarely use anymore, and one for how long it took me to do a task which I also don’t use anymore.

- 6 - In this picture, and also the one before, you can see my yearly overview (which I am still so proud of because I thinks it’s really pretty). I only write down really important stuff in there, and things I’m looking forward to.

- 7 - Now we come to the more important stuff in my bullet journal. In this picture you can see my monthly overview. Here I write down everything that happens that particular month, like when I have to work, exams, family and friends stuff, and birthdays etc. I also have space for goals that I want to achieve that month, and an expenses table. This really helps me because often times I would just go shopping for books and stuff and spend so much money (which you can see hasn’t really improved much {{I spent 70€ on books last month?!}}). Now I can see how much I spend and what I should do better next month (like, I should definitely buy less books {{I actually spent more money on books this month and it’s not even halfway through but shush}}). On the next page there’s an example of a weekly overview. This one looks pretty much the same every week (at least the layout). Here are some more examples:

There’s always space for my weekly goals, then a food table where I write down everything I eat (which should make me more aware of what I eat and change my habits of eating - but it kind of doesn’t), underneath that there’s my habit tracker (and you can see I’m not very good at that either), and then there’s some kind of time tracker…? I don’t know what it’s called, I just thought I needed to know how I spend my time each day, like if there’s a lot of pink I’ve been doing a lot for myself (reading, watching movies, listening to music), if there’s lots of yellow I did a lot with friends and family, then there’s days where I was very creative and a lot of the time is purple - or if there’s lots of green (history) and red (English) I did a lot for uni. I really like this one (and I think I came up with it myself, but if someone has already claimed credit I give it all to you haha).

- 8 - Let’s just ignore the fact that this was one of my most unproductive weeks of all time (like, do you see how often I migrated tasks here?!). Just like my weekly overviews, my daily overviews look pretty much the same every week - at least the basic layout. I get bored of a certain layout about halfway through the week, so I try to come up with a new one every week. See how I got an arrow based layout in the orange overview, and kind of tree/nature based in the green one? What I always include is how much water I drink. I try to drink 12 glasses of water, which in my case is about 2,5 litres. Then there’s the basic to do list thing that bullet journals have. I include my colour code here as well, it just makes it easier for me to see what kind of things I have to do each day. Some more examples:

- 9 - I also have pages in my bullet journal that I use for lists, uni stuff, recs, organisation and personal stuff. In this picture you can see my “books to read” list. On the first example picture of the daily pages you can also see my wish list (which only has “money” on it - figures) and a pro/contra list about the two options I have for my stay abroad. Here are some more examples:

My saving goals page (which isn’t really done yet) and my schedule for this semester(which doesn’t have the hours on it):

and a “movies to watch” list (some spelling mistakes included):

- 10 - This last picture is my current spread. I saw this on tumblr and wanted to try it, but my colour code kind of destroys it. Maybe I’ll try it again some time without my colour code… Here’s another picture of the weekly overview:

Wow. This got a little out of hand! I hope you enjoy this :)

Fireworks Have Been Claimed By The Gays

Anon asked: PICTURE THIS! (trumpet sound!) Michael Mell and the gang go to a firework show nearby. The fireworks weren’t the only thing Michael was gazing at though. *An AU where Michael and Jeremy meet at a fireworks show* I just got back from a firework show and this idea popped up in my mind. Your stories give me LIFE! Keep it up!

1) no YOU give me life, random citizen
2) this is really fucking cute whhhhat the hell i…fuuuK
3) I know I have other stuff to write I’m sorry if yours has been sitting but I’m writing this because the 4th was recent and *sets off popper* America

Michael nodded proudly to himself as he stared at his very expert packing. Inside the cooler in front of him were cans of Mountain Dew, Dr Pepper, Coke, and various fruit juices. Right on top of the cooler was a beach bag, it’s handle looped with the coolers long one. Inside were ghost pepper balls, swedish fish, oreo dippers, and Cheetos Puffcorn. He could not wait to get this party started, he had been invited by a group of really cool kids to go to the boardwalk and watch the fireworks. He brought a towel and bathing suit with him, but in all honesty he probably would just sit on the sand and watch everyone fuck around.

As he shoved his towel into the snack nag he realized that he had no idea how he got invited to this. For a bit he had been kinda friends with Rich after the shorter of the two randomly apologized to him for being a huge dick the past few years. Then from there Rich forced him to be friends with Jake and he kept getting swallowed up into forced friendships. He didn’t mind though, just a year ago he had no friends and now six? Shit he was living on air.

He got a message from Rich, he swiveled around on his heels and danced to the beat of music playing loudly in his room, picking up the phone in the middle of the dance.

‘u still pickin me up?’

'Yah dude I’ll be there soon ❤!’


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based on this, it was literally impulsively written

Now Jace is a-okay with whoever anyone wants to love. He doesn’t care, love is love, and who you love doesn’t matter. You see, he is a firm believe of this, yet for some reason he feels like he’s coming off homophobic towards his roommate. Every time a guy would come around looking for his roommate, he would lie and tell them he didn’t know, sometimes he would do it with the girls that came around.

Every time he caught his roommate making out with someone on the bed, he would throw something at them before ushering the other out making him have to deal with a mopey roommate, that is unless he went after them.

He doesn’t get it, he’s fine with his brother dating Magnus, that doesn’t bug him a single bit, nor does his sister’s relationship Clary. He’s been expressing these worries to Maia, why? Because he knows she would be blunt with him.

“Dude, you are fucking stupid,” Maia comments, not looking up from her textbook.

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The Monster Slug
  • Prompt: you have a phobia of spun like insects and Sherlock comes to your rescue when one appears in the flat.
  • Pairing: Sherlock x Reader
  • A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't really been active. I'm on vacation! So I made this in some of my down time. This is different from how I usually write but if y'all like this too, I'll do more! This was a request by an anon that took me way too long to get to! Forgive me! I hope you like it!
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  • Sherlock: John, did you bring back that blood sample?
  • John: What? I thought you put it in your pocket!
  • Sherlock: No. I handed it to you.
  • John: No, you didn't give me any blood samples.
  • Sherlock: I'm most certain I did.
  • John: No, you did not! Check your pockets.
  • Sherlock: It's here. I could have sworn--
  • John: That was Y/N! It sounds like it came from the flat! Sherlock! WHERE ARE YOU GOING! YOU NEED A PLAN YOU CANT JUST RUN- oh my god I'm going to kill him.
  • Sherlock: y/n? *whisper*
  • Sherlock: What's wrong? Did someone break in? Are they still here?
  • Sherlock: Help you? Why are you on the table? And .... is that a toilet sponge?
  • You: Don't judge me! Help me! It's mooovvinggg!!
  • Sherlock: What is?
  • You: It's behind you on the WALL!!! ITS MOVING OH MY GOD!!!
  • Sherlock: Ok, calm down now. I'm here. I'll take care of it ok.
  • You: **nods frantically**
  • Sherlock: In here John.
  • John: WHAT'S WRONG?!
  • Sherlock: Can you be so kind as to take this slug out from y/n's flat, please.
  • John: A slug?! You nearly gave me a heart attack y/n! I thought something ba-
  • Sherlock: NOW JOHN!
  • John: Oh. I got it.
  • Sherlock: Alright now. I'm going to help you down, ok? I'm right here for you.
  • You: **nod**
  • Sherlock: Come lay down on the bed. Deep breaths, okay? I'm going to look around to see if any more are in here. No! Don't get scared. Just checking. I'm sure there's no more, but I want to stay safe, ok?
  • You: Ok
  • Sherlock: Good. Now give me a second.
  • You: S-Sherlock. I'm not like this.
  • Sherlock: I know.
  • You: Just slugs and bugs in general rub me the wrong way.
  • Sherlock: I know.
  • You: they're just so ... scary. I know I'm freaking out bu-
  • Sherlock: I know. Y/n, you are one of the most strong and powerful people I know. You don't need to justify this. Everyone has a fear. It's natural. You do not get to be ashamed about this. You understand me?
  • You: **nods**
  • Sherlock: Good. Now can you smile for me? You need some color back in your cheeks. Your room looks clean. It probably got in by sticking onto something and being brought in here. You're fine now. I'll be in the kitchen, if you need-
  • You: Can you stay with me? Just for a little. You know to help me can down.
  • Sherlock: Are you sure?
  • You: Yes. I could use a little company. You don't need to lay down or anything. Just sit with me a little.
  • Sherlock: you know what? The case today got me a little tired. I could use a moment to rest.
  • You: If you're okay with it. I know you get busy. It'd just be for a little bit.
  • Sherlock: I'm more than okay with it. Come over here. I need a pillow to cuddle with and there aren't any pillows on here.
  • You: I tried to throw them at the slug. I don't know. Maybe it could kill it.
  • Sherlock: I'm not questioning it.
  • You: Who knew Sherlock would be into cuddling.
  • Sherlock: Only with you.
#60 - i said get rid of it

this wasn’t requested because all of my followers aren’t active but i miss writing so here’s this imagine :)

you were absolutely furious, it was taking all of your will power to not start throwing things and knocking over chairs. you were running around your small apartment that you shared with your boyfriend calum hood that was right outside of you both’s campus, looking for any other of the death boxes.

ever since you were a young girl you had always been informed about how horrible smoking is for you, that it can lead to lung cancer and several other life damaging diseases. after you heard that your grandpa had struggled on and off with risks of cancer you had promised yourself that you would never get into the habit and would never be with anyone who was a smoker.

so when you found out freshman year of college that the brunette australian boy you had been dating for a few weeks smoked, you quickly ended things. your friends called you crazy, saying that you should have waited to see if he did it frequently or if it was a rare thing.

but you had made up your mind when your grandpa had a possible lung cancer scare. his doctor told him that a tumor he had was most likely cancer and right after that he quit smoking cold turkey. however, he got lung cancer about ten years later. knowing how much pain smoking had caused your family you didn’t even want to spend time checking in on him.

after what felt like hours of waiting and waiting for your boyfriend of nearly three years to come home, the door finally opened. you ran to the door, ready to say the speech you had been preparing for ever since you saw the cigarettes hidden in the back of his night stand.

in fact, when you went to meet calum at the door you had already started your monologue.

“what the hell is wrong with you!? when i decided to get back together with you to help you quit i never thought that you would fucking go back to it!” you yelled, remembering when you had finally caved and got back together with him.

when you paused to collect yourself, you looked up to who you thought was going to be calum. however, it wasn’t. it was ashton, one of his best friends, and yours.

“woah y/n, calm down. it’s just me. were yelling about how calum started smoking again?” ashton asked you. as soon as he asked that your mind jumped to the worst case scenario, assuming that all of the other boys had known about him getting back into the life ruining habit. you didn’t want to jump to that conclusion, but god damn it all made sense.

your voice rose to a scream, “did you know about this!? was i the only one that didn’t, or did my boyfriend decide to just tell one of his friends, who also happens to be my best friend?”

flash back time bitches

“hey ash?” you asked your best friend ashton since your seventh year of primary school. at the moment you guys were on the couch together, two weeks before you both went off to college. you are both going to the same college, but your extended friend group was not.

“yeah?” he said.

you sighed, “are we going to try and make a whole group of friends, or just go stag throughout the campus together?”

“i actually mean to talk to you about this forever ago, but i’m joining a frat. so i’ll have them” he looked up at you as if he was scared you would run away at any moment, “i’ll still spend basically all of my time with you though.”

ashton saying that made a choice you had been struggling with for a while very easy to choose, “that works perfectly! i was thinking about joinging a sorority too, i’ll only do it if my roomate does though too.”

ashton was apart of the same fraternity as calum, so that and you being in a sorority too made it a very easy greeting. you don’t know it, but if ashton had a say in the meeting back then, and still now, he would have never let you met him if he knew how serious the relationship would go.

end of flashback time hoes

“no! of course not, you should know that i wouldn’t hide something like that from you.” he yelled back. right after he said it he wish he could take it back, he could tell that the last thing that you needed right now is getting yelled at by your best friend.

“hey, you have to listen to me okay? i know that right now you don’t want anything to do with him, but i bet he’ll have an explanation. okay?” he said, not using the same harsh tone as before. his words calmed you down.

finally, calum unlocked the door and came into the flat. he looked even more tired than when he had left this morning. granted, it was a 7 o'clock class.

his eyes lit up, “y/n! oh my god you have no idea how jealous i am of you for having later classes.”

when his eyes fell on ashton he visibly stiffened. you were oblivious to it all, the way that you mainly saw ashton when calum wasn’t around, the way calum happens to plan hang outs with the boys when ashton can’t, and mainly the way that every three or four months they would have a huge fight about you. about how calum doesn’t like ashton hanging around you when he isn’t home, and that ashton can’t keep using the best friends card. because everyone but you knew that ashton had been in love with you far before calum had ever met you.

“hey ash, didn’t see you there.” calum said, not looking at you or ashton.

“yeah, i’ve been meaning to come over to help y/n and you set up the sound box.” he replied. ashton saying that should have made calum feel better, it was the truth, but it didn’t. he no reason, but it just didn’t. maybe because it was something that he wasn’t able to figure out.

after less than two minutes of conversation with any of the three, you couldn’t wait any longer.

“calum, i found your fucking cigarettes. i can’t believe you, i said get rid of it years ago! how long? how long have you been hiding these in my home?” you attempted to yell. the more that you looked at him and tried to get angry again, the more you started forgetting. the more you felt yourself thinking that you didn’t care. that you didn’t care that he hid them, that he lied about it, that he had picked up the habit that caused you to break up with him in the past. you didn’t care because all you could feel was love for him. and you were mad at yourself for that.

“they aren’t mine, i promise!” he yelled back. you were surprised that he so able to get so mad so quickly, like this is something that you pulled out of your ass, something that didn’t make any sense.

he turned to ashton, “was it you? did you point her to where they were? you must have known by now. hell, you were probably the one who made her so quick to think they’re mine!” he yelled. you were shocked at why calum thinks calum would do something like that.

not letting it get to him, ashton remained calm, “wasn’t me dude. she found them herself. i even told her that there’s an explanation to why you have them. so instead of accusing, get explaining.”

damn it calum! stay calm around him when y/n is around too, one day he’ll do something that you can call him out for, calum thought.

“they’re michaels. well, his girlfriends. she smokes and he’s trying to have her quit. she’s telling him that she did but he’s finding them hidden around there place. so we’re keeping them here. we agreed to not tell you because we knew that you wouldn’t want them around me.” he finished explaining. even though it was an elaborate plan you probably should have doubted or thought through it longer, you didn’t care. you believed calum.

“i believe you. i wish you told me, but i get why you didn’t…i most likely wouldn’t have let you keep them here. you can now though, i trust you.” you smiled up at him. you took his hands and wrapped them around you, feeling the guilt from accusing go away.

calum was so happy, standing there with you in his arms. for a moment he had thought he ruined everything. that ashton had. but no one did, you were still his. he was still yours.

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The unfaithful Wife ( Jimin * OC)

Chapter 10

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

“The samples all taste absolutely perfect. You’ve outdone yourself.” Jung Kook smiled wide and I felt relief flood through me.

“I’m so glad to hear that. I can tell your fiancé isn’t very forthcoming with opinions. I was very worried about disappointing him.” I grimaced and Jung Kook chuckled.

“Yoongi tends to scare people with his grumpy face but he’s actually a pretty nice guy. I’m glad you didn’t make any of the cakes pink, that may have made him explode.” He grinned.

“You guys seem so different from each other. It’s amazing that you’ve made this work. “ i shook my head, genuinely puzzled. Jung Kook hesitated and then gave me a little smile.

"I won’t lie that it was easy. We both had to change a lot of things about ourselves to fit in with each other. But I don’t regret it. I mean, sure I could have taken the easy way out, dated someone similar but something tells me that just knowing how hard we’ve worked to make our relationship last, is going to keep us happy for a long time.” He smiled.

I didn’t say anything.I felt oddly inexperienced to comment on relationships, seeing as I’d somehow messed the only one I’d ever had.

“I heard about you and Jimin hyung.” Jung Kook beat me to it and I hesitated.

“Yeah, that was a long time ago. We’re… working things out now I guess.” I said softly, still thinking of how Jimin had left without saying goodbye the previous night.

“I’ve known Jimin hyung for a long time and well, honestly we’re a lot alike, him and I. We both think and fully believe that we don’t really deserve a perfect love.”

“Jung Kook…”

“Yoongi cheated on me. Once, early in the relationship.” Jung Kook said bluntly and I shut my mouth in shock.

“I’m so sorry…”

“No. It’s alright. We were very early in our relationship and I guess hyung never even considered it as cheating so it was totally not the same thing as you and Jimin but… I think I know where Jimin hyung is coming from. I mean, I used to think that only a couple who aren’t really in love would break up over cheating. I mean, if you really love someone you should be able to forgive them right? You should be able to look past your own hurt and try to work on the relationship. But when it happened to me, I realized it’s actually the other way round. The more you love someone, the harder it is to get over infidelity. I know that because, six years ago, I took Yoongi back even though he slept with someone else. Today, I wouldn’t be able to forgive him that easily… ”

“Why are you telling me this…"I said miserably.

"Because hyung loves you, very much. and you should know what it was like for him. I used to meet him sometimes, in those days. He didn’t enjoy himself after sending you away, Minnie. He crumbled in on himself and became a walking shell of his former self. But he sent you away only because he would have likely done something very stupid and irrevocable if you’d ben around. ”

“I never cheated on him…” I protested weakly.

“He didn’t know that, did he? The thing is, Jimin always believed that you were too good for him and when he found out you were cheating, he actually felt relieved. He had spent so much time, fully convinced that he was enjoying something he was never meant to have in the first place that , you cheating just proved it to him. That you didn’t love him. That you wanted someone better. In a way he thought he was setting you free, giving you what you wanted. What you deserved. ”

I sighed and looked away.

“I don’t think hyung will ever stop loving you.” Jung Kook said finally and I felt my throat close up.

“I won’t stop loving him either, Jung Kook. It’s just that, after five years, it isn’t so simple anymore. ”

“It could be.”

“Jung Kook…”

“If you want it to be, it could be just that simple. But you have to let go of the past. Stop letting it ruin your future.”

“When did this turn into a love consultation?” I teased, eager to change the subject. He laughed embarrassed.

“I guess when you find happiness, you sort of wish everyone else does , as well. ” He laughed.

But it didn’t work the other way, I thought thankfully. when you experienced heartbreak, you wouldn’t really wish it on anyone. Not even your worst enemy.

“Well, I look like crap….” i said firmly, staring at myself in the mirror and wrinkling my nose. It was Jung Kook and Yoongi’s wedding , in a few hours and I’d finished making all the arrangements. All i had to do was get dressed and show up. Mrs. Min had been kind enough to hire other people to take care of in-house complaints or issues at the time of the wedding. Jin Hee was watching Jin Soo for the night and i was looking forward to having a night out on my own.

Jimin had been out of the country for the past few weeks, finishing a deal in Japan and he’d called me everyday. But it had been a formal, stilted conversation at best. He was busy stressed out, clearly not sleeping or eating right, from the tired tone of his voice and I had been too concerned to be annoyed. In the end I’d just begged him to take care of himself but he’d been almost absentminded and not really listening.

But now, I had bigger things to worry about, like not looking like a clown at the wedding. I was now twenty two weeks pregnant and my stomach was big enough to be more than a little distracting. I was always wary of knocking against stuff and it didn’t help that it looked way too big on my slender frame. The dress I’d picked out for the wedding was a simple sheath dress but it looked ridiculously awkward with my belly sticking out. i groaned. I had never learnt to take pride in my pregnancy body the way some women did. I felt like an awkwardly waddling duck and nothing more.

But then, there was nothing else to be done.

Sighing , I finished putting the last touches to my makeup. I stumbled a little trying to get into the low heeled pumps and by the time i made it down, the car was already waiting. Jimin had sent his chauffeur to pick me up, although i didn’t know if he was back in Korea yet or not. I wondered if that was a good thing or a bad thing. We were both busy of course, him maybe a little more than me.

Sighing, I finished adding a nice chic jacket over my dress, the front opened to accommodate the curve of my belly. Sighing I picked up the small jeweled clutch and quickly smoothed some gloss over my lips as well.

The ride to the posh hotel took a little more than ten minutes and when i stepped out, i realized that I felt awkward and out of place. Most of the people were famous and rich, evident from the jewelry and expensive dresses. I quietly slipped through the back to the catering party. Once I went through the whole menu and the arrangements ( for the fiftieth time, really 0 I ran into Seokjin, busy bending over a tray of chocolate truffles, with white-cream frosting. He glanced up at me in genuine delight.

“Oh, there you are!! How are you, sweetheart?” H said fondly, talking through a mouthful of truffles. Io rolled my eyes.

“You shouldn’t be stealing that. Those are for the guests…” i scolded laughingly and he whipped out his invitation from inside his jacket.

“i promise I’m not a wedding crasher, babe. You’re looking real nice. Much better than the bimbo hanging off jimin’s arm. ”

I blinked.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Seokjin shrugged.

“I met her earlier. She apparently is here, all the way from Japan because she’s ’ curious ’ about how someone so ’ young ’ as Jimin could be so very ’ smart and successful’ in such a cutthroat industry. Poor jimin is stuck chauffeuring her all over town. Although i doubt he’s complaining. The woman is rather too pretty.” Seokjin wrinkled his nose.

I just stared at him, too many different feelings churning around inside me in a thick, tangled web of emotions and I realized that it would be impossible to sort through them right now. So I shook my head rapidly.

“I didn’t know he was back here…” I said calmly.

“He is… Anyway, I’m dateless for the night. Mind accompanying me in so I look less like a loser. I won’t mind if you leave me afterwards. ” Seokjin said brightly and I laughed at the awkward doctor. His old-school , awkward charm was rather adorably endearing. So i quickly linked my arm with his and let him lead me into the wedding hall through a side entrance. We met a few of Seokjin’s friends and ten minutes later, Kim Taehyung appeared, looking undeniably handsome in a perfectly tailored white suit.

“Hi there, Minnie ssi…” He grinned cheerfully, mouth stretched in his signature boxy smile. I smiled back, gaze snapping a little when i caught sight of a familiar figure, just over Taehyung’s shoulder.

Jimin saw me the exact moment i saw him and his gaze went very wide. I watched as he carefully removed the hand on his arm and i finally glimpsed the girl on his arm.

My mouth went dry .

The woman was breathtaking.

Feeling worse than a potato, i had a sudden huge urge to just run.

But it was too late, Jimin mumbled something into the woman’s ear and she frowned briefly before nodding and then the two of them were making their way over to us. i gripped Seokjin a little harder than necessary and Jimin gave Taehyung a nice long glare before coming to a stop in front of me.

“Sweetheart, should you be standing around right now?” He said worriedly and the woman looked very surprised and very curious as she stared back and forth between us.

“Uh.. Hello… I’m Min Hee…” i said awkwardly, holding a hand out.

She didn’t take it.

Instead she gave me a lofty stare and then turned to Jimin.

“Is she one of your employees , Jimin ssi?” She said icily and Jimin blinked a bit at the vehemence in her tone. I fought bacvk a smile. If the woman actually expected Jimin to understand her jealousy and reassure her, she was sorely mistaken. Jimin didn’t recognize petty jealousy for what it was, which was one of the reasons he displayed it so often himself.

“Oh, no.. She’s my wife. And those are my kids in there…” Jimin said with a grin, before reaching out and curving his palm around the curve of my waist.

“Park Jimin!!” I hissed in disbelief while Ms. Ice Princess looked downright mortified. But she stuttered an awkward congratulations and then moved away. I elbowed Jimin lightly.

“What are you doing?”

“Let’s go out into the garden.. Excuse us gentlemen… ” He said but both Seokjin  and Taehyung were too busy holding a passing waiter hostage to notice. I let Jimin lead me into the balcony and then to sit on one of the marble benches in the corner.

“I’m sorry. I… I wanted to apologize for the way I behaved that night when we last met. I didn’t have the right to be so jealous…. It wasn’t right… it just…” Jimin was leaning against the parapet wall and I felt a pang of affection shoot through me. He was very handsome and very familiar and still very much the man i’d always loved and cared for. I supposed we’d gone past the stage of holding grudges, because most of my resentment melted out of me at the sight of him in the moonlight.

“Why didn’t you tell me? That you’d suspected me of cheating.” I said bluntly, patting the bench and watching as he carefully made over to sit next to me. i snuggled up close to him and he opened his suit jacket, letting me rest against his chest.

“I… I don’t know. I guess i was afraid you’d break up with me so..”

“So you broke up with me instead?> That doesn’t make any sense.”

“ I know. But then, none of it made sense to me back then. I was just… i don’t know, relieved almost, that it was over. I was never meant to have you anyway and once you left I felt almost, at peace…” He said softly.

 I sighed in defeat.

“Do you still feel that way?” I said finally.

He looked up surprised.


“Do you still feel that you aren’t meant to have me…” I whispered.

“No. No, I… now i feel like… like if it isn’t you , it can’t be anyone else. It has to be you. only you…” His voice cracked a little on the last phrase and i felt my breath speed up.

“Why don’t you trust me?” I whispered, moving closer and lightly pressing my palm to his face. He shut his eyes at once and relaxed against my fingers, eyes fluttering a little as he bent down to capture my lips with his. I sighed, relaxing into the kiss deeply. 

I felt my joints come unloose, suddenly aware of how tense I’d been all these weeks. I sighed and let him kiss me some more, selfishly enjoying the way he used his mouth against mine, his tongue licking into my mouth and offering me a sweet taste of him. I’d forgotten how good it felt just to kiss jimin, the way his hands pressed against my waist, the way he lightly traced circles with his thumb. 

The way he framed my cheek with his palm, the way his fingers stroked my chin before moving up to tangle in my hair.

I gripped his shoulders a little harder and tried to steady myself, laughing a little when the added weight of the babies nearly made me tip over and jimin grinned, grabbing my waist softly and laughing against my ears, his breath warm ont he curve of my neck.

“I’ve got you…” He chuckled and i grinned back catching sight of the bright smile on his face, the soft curve of his smile and the way his eyes crinkled into half moons.

“I miss you.. All the time… ” I choked out, my throat suddenly closing up. “ Even when you’re here…. i miss you.. Does that make sense…” I sniffled.

“Shush.. It’s okay… i’m here.. for as long as you need me…” He said gently. I took a deep shuddering breath.

“I’m tired of running from this…” I whispered and Jimin sighed, kissing the top of my head.

“i’m sorry..” He said and I wondered when that had become the default status of our relationship. just constantly apologizing to each other . It didn’t feel good.

“And I forgive you.” I said loudly , firmly. “ For everything. ” I said softly . Jimin blinked.


“I’m serious… it’s so hard, and draining, trying to hate you all the time. I don’t want to do it anymore. Apparently my entire system is wired to love you no matter how much of a jerk you tend to be sometimes. So i’ve decided to just accept it now..” i sighed. “ We’re just stuck with each other for life. ”

Jimin started laughing suddenly and i grinned grudgingly till i felt something soak the top of my head. I pulled away surprised.

“Are you crying?’ ” I said laughing. He shook his head.

“I don’t know… Am I? God.. You have no idea how fucking happy i am right now” He was laughing really hard, but there were tears in his eyes and i sat looking at him, falling in love all over again . Suddenly, fireworks rang out and i jumped a bit, turning around to look at the sky. i wrinkled my nose and blinked.

“I can’t see any of them.. where are they setting off the fireworks?” I whispered .

He didn’t reply.

“But the timing is amazing… almost like every single cliche scene from every mov-” i stopped when i felt his weight on me. 

Jimin had slumped forward suddenly with a grunt and I flinched.

“Jimin you’re crushing me!! What… ” I grabbed his chest and tried to push him up when I felt it. Sticky wetness all over his chest and on my palm. Something dull and roaring went through my head and my entire body froze in morbid realization while my brain struggled to catch up.

 i stared at Jimin… 

His mouth was open in shock and his eyes wide in surprise.

 I pulled my hand out of his jacket, stunned , staring stupidly at the red, dark wetness that was clinging to my fingers.


“Oh my God.. jimin what…” I stared at his chest and with a sudden sickening understanding as I realized that I hadn’t heard fireworks.

I had heard gunshots.

Someone had just shot my husband in the chest.

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I completely understand if this is a little too heavy to write, but can you do something where you first move in with jimin notice his night terrors and he tells you about how he was abused as a child? And he's afraid you'll leave him or laugh so he doesn't want to tell you. I'm half asking because I need reassurance to tell my own bf about what happened to me...

Okay, so this is not a fun one shot or drabble. This person also spoke with me off anon and discussed their story with me and I am very grateful for the chance to be able to be a part of the healing process–no matter how small my  contribution is. 

Obviously, this contains triggering content, so be wary of discussions of child abuse and some self harm

“Baby, I’ve been here a week and we haven’t slept beside each other once,” you stood in the doorway to the living room, rubbing the sleep out of one eye. Jimin offered a sheepish smile, the only light source the television. “I’m just not tired yet,” he responded. “Bullshit,” you giggled, “you were nodding off when I came into the room. Come to bed with me, Jimin.” He was hesitant, getting up off the couch and almost seeming to drag his feet across the floor. Once Jimin was close enough, you wrapped both arms around his neck. “What are you afraid of,” you whispered into his ear, “I don’t bite… unless you’re into that.” You could feel his chuckle more than hear it, then feel him relax.

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Ianthony Fic - New Beginnings

Anthony hadn’t been himself lately. To anyone else, he was the same old jolly Anthony but Ian knew better. He noticed the crease between his brows that presented itself a lot more frequently now. He noticed the expression of relief after they were done shooting a video - not the kind that the others had, not out of accomplishment; it was the relief one got after coming out of a strenuous situation. He noticed how his smiles seemed to grow less and less genuine with each passing day.

And then there were other things. Things that didn’t require over a decade of friendship and an eye as keen as Ian’s. Basically, Anthony hadn’t been himself lately and it was obvious to anyone who cared to pay attention.

Ian brought it up one night when they were at his apartment “chilling”. In reality, there was an air of awkwardness and tension around them, as if the night suspected what they were about to discuss and decided to set the mood accordingly. Ian was sure the last time a conversation between them had felt so dreadful was when Anthony had called to announce that he was going to propose in Japan.

Trying (and failing) multiple times to bring up the topic without sounding overly concerned, Ian decided it was best to be direct. Although before he could utter another word, Anthony beat him to The Discussion.

“Ian, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” he began in an ominous tone.

And just like that, Ian knew why the night had felt so significant earlier. He had subconsciously picked up on the clues all along and his thoughts had culminated in the realisation mere seconds before Anthony informed him so himself.

“I want to leave Smosh.”

Ian should have prepared himself better, goddammit. Because hearing those words hurt. He grimaced and something like guilt flashed across the other man’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, as if to lighten the blow.

Ian hummed but didn’t say much more. They had talked about this once. Years ago. Leaving Smosh. Back then, it was them and a couple other people who assisted them occasionally. They didn’t have dedicated makeup artists back then, unless it was to make a fake wound. They also didn’t have a movie or wax statues to boast of.

Ian didn’t want to continue their conversation that night. He felt too exhausted all of a sudden and the idea of sleep was too enticing. But this was important.

“How long have you been mulling over this?”

“Quite a while…”


“Since December.”


Silence set in once more. Each man held his breath, anticipating an ugly argument. The tension in the room grew so thick, it was almost like a physical entity.

Ian took a deep breath. “I am not angry,” he enunciated, because it was essential that his best friend knew that much. “I’m not angry but I can’t understand why…”

Anthony sighed and an expression flicked across his face that Ian wasn’t sure he ever wanted to see again. It was gone before he could analyse what it even meant.

Feeling an oncoming headache, Ian massaged his temple gently and thought about what he could say. It was odd because he never had to think before talking to his friend; it was one of the best features of their relationship.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t miss the old days?” He sounded more bitter than nostalgic and Ian hated it.

“I don’t need to look you in the eyes to tell you that. Of course I miss the old days! Everyone misses their old days, nothing new about that.”

“For fuck’s sake, you know that’s not what I mean. I hate this Ian. I hate it! I hate what we have become, I hate that I have no control, I hate that Smosh has become a…a brand,” he spat with no inconsiderable contempt, “and has so many censors on our ideas. This is not what I ever intended it to be and I don’t want to be part of it any longer!”

His chest was heaving and Ian flinched at the last shouted word. Yeah, fights with Anthony, however rare, were always the worst.

“I just really fucking miss when it was the two of us having fun,” he murmured, avoiding Ian’s gaze.

Ian found his annoyance mitigate on hearing that and felt his heart flutter. He pressed his shoulders fondly and smiled sadly at him. “Me too.”

“Don’t get me wrong Ian, I love our friends, I love the crew. I just…I don’t like what we’re doing here. This isn’t us. I wish we could go back to when it was just you and me with our silly skits and lunchtime videos. It’s like we hardly hang out any more outside of Smosh related stuff. When was the last time we had lunch together without talking about any new ideas or business projects? I miss you Ian…” he trailed off.

After a heartwarming speech like this, the only logical option was to engulf him in a bear hug. Which Ian did. And they stayed like that for several moments, breathing in the comfort of familiar arms. Secure. Warm.

“I am such a sentimental ass,” Anthony huffed, his breath tickling Ian’s neck.

“It’s okay. You get to be a sentimental ass once in a while.”


“Look,” Ian pulled away gently, but didn’t place much distance between them. “I won’t lie and tell you I’m okay with you leaving. Because I’ve never done this alone and I don’t know how to. But know one thing, I will always be there to support you, no mater what. I don’t think I want to leave yet. But I trust you and if you’re sure leaving will make you happier, go ahead. And just in case you feel like it isn’t working out-”

“That’d be embarrassing.”

“Doesn’t matter. If you feel like coming back, I’ll be right here to welcome you.”

They shared fond smiles and breathed synchronised sighs of relief. The argument was handled much more maturely than either of them anticipated.

Ian suddenly became aware of their proximity and stood up abruptly.

“I assume you won’t be joining us for the summer games then?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Oh well. It will be a tough job explaining this to the rest of them. Anyway, I’m tired as hell,” he nodded towards his bedroom. “You might as well stay the night, it’s already past two.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I have it in me to drive after having this talk.” He fiddled with a thread on his ripped jeans. Ian knew he was holding back on something else he needed to ask but wasn’t sure about Ian’s reaction.

Before he could prompt him to continue, Anthony looked up at him with dazzling eyes and an uncertain expression.

“Do you remember the other thing we never tried because of Smosh?” He asked tentatively.

Ian froze. “You mean…”


Silence again. They stared at each other with contemplating eyes for who knows how long. It wasn’t common for Ian to have to look down at his friend, but he was grateful for the height difference that Anthony being seated lended him. He felt like he was in control here, the one who could decide whether or not they were about to discuss something they’d avoided talking about seriously for years now.

“We’re both in relationships, you know that right?” Ian said at last.

“And are you happy with her? Because I know I’m not.”

That was a revelation. He had never talked about being dissatisfied in his relationship before. Ian took a moment to process the new data.

“Anthony,” he began, his voice shaking.

“No Ian, please. Yes or no? Are you happy with her? Your girlfriend who just happens to look a lot like me and have the same interests as me?” His words were made worse by the accompanying cold and mocking tone.

“What the fuck man?!” Ian’s temper was rising steadily. “You’re one to talk. Blue eyes. Brown hair. Dog person. Remind you of someone?”

And to his great annoyance, the bastard smiled. Smiled! “Point proven. We’ve both settled for the next best thing we could find after each other.”

Ian was at a loss for words. He knew that, of course. He had accepted the fact that he and Anthony were never going to be a thing and so had given up waiting long ago. But to hear it out loud from another person made him feel pathetic. And guilty. The girls deserved better than this.

“I’m not leaving just because I’m tired of having no control. It’s been years and I’m still crazy about you Ian. I want you. I want so much more than what we’ve got going on now, and knowing that you feel the same way hurts so much because we could have everything if we just tried.”

Ian didn’t ask how Anthony could be so sure Ian still felt for him the same way he did so many years ago. But then again, he was Anthony. Of course he knew.

“I know you’d never agree to be together as long as we were business partners because somehow you found this reasoning by 20 year old me really sensible. God knows why I even suggested that.”

“We were 23 and at the peak of our career. Of course I found it sensible. It’d have been stupid to risk our careers for what could just have been hormones and a little crush. You’ve never been good at relationships, admit it. I didn’t want everything we had achieved to go down the drain because we couldn’t handle a break up.”

“But it isn’t just a crush though, we know that now…right?”

Ian found it very endearing, the hope and uncertainty lurking behind his seemingly confident guise. Anthony rarely looked vulnerable. Ian couldn’t believe this was happening after years of pining. Despite himself, he started crying.

Maybe he should have felt ridiculous. He was almost 30 for god’s sake! He just couldn’t find it in himself to care when Anthony was looking at him like that and strong hands were guiding him to the couch, enveloping him, grounding him, comforting him.

“I’m sorry but you look adorable when you cry,” Anthony chuckled next to his ear. And wrapped himself more tightly around his smaller frame. “I want to kiss you so badly right now,” he said in a rumbling voice.

“But you can’t. I’m not cheating on her.”

Anthony hummed and they stayed embracing each other. Ian found himself drifting off and was soon dead to the world, content in the warmth of loving arms and dexterous fingers stroking his hair, oh so gently. He didn’t hear the soft “I love you” murmured against his forehead.

The coming days would be testing for them both. But right now, they were in the safe space where anything was possible.