A/N: Part 3 😭 Did I cry? Oh, I definitely would’ve if I wrote this in the privacy of my own home. But seeing as I was in public, I had to take a few deep breaths and get through it without crying. You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2)
Friday came and that meant it’d been five days since Chris last spoke with you, and five days since you started ignoring his calls. Both of you were going insane not being able to speak to the other, but that was where you were at and needed to be. So Chris took Sebastian’s advice into consideration and stopped pushing, he ate up whatever lie you gave him and hoped you’d call soon because he was seriously missing your voice. You wanted to call, God, you wanted to call. You wanted to hear his voice; you wanted to see his face on your computer screen; you wanted to tell him about how Jack dropped a fork down a customer’s dress and hear him bellow with laughter, but you couldn’t.
Things with you hadn’t improved; you were still stressed and on the verge of having a mental breakdown that you didn’t want to bother your very busy boyfriend with. As frustrating as you knew you were being, you still believed Chris was better off not knowing. You believed that because you hadn’t talked to him, you couldn’t hear how worried he was about you; how stressed he was because he couldn’t talk to you; how much he needed you while he was pulling sixteen hour days miles from the girl he loved. He, too, was on the verge of having a mental breakdown but was too afraid that you’d do what Sebastian said if he pushed too hard. So he left you alone, gave you the space you apparently needed, and suffered in silence.
The two of you really were too similar, incredibly good at repeating history, and becoming increasingly insufferable to those around you. If you’d just let your incredibly wise best friend give you some brutally honest advice, you wouldn’t be in this situation and the last five days wouldn’t have been your hell on earth.
“Hey, babe,” Ava called from the kitchen as came through the front door; Dodger barked.
“Hey, sorry.” You gave them both a quick wave as you rushed down the hallway to your room; you were running late for work due to an impromptu meeting with Professor Killian, who was concerned about your recent decline in mood. They followed you; Ava with her bowl of Lucky Charms, and stood in your doorway, watching you bounce around your room gathering your work clothes. “I’m running so late, Jack’s texted me twice already and-” you stopped and looked around, frowning, “where the hell is my apron?”
“I think it’s in the wash, but you can use mine.” She told you and walked over to her room to grab it while you got changed. “What were you doing at school anyway?” She asked as she walked back towards your room; she stood in the hallway and waited for you, whereas Dodger left for the living room. “You don’t have classes on Friday, did they change your timetable?”
“No, thank God,” you took the apron Ava was holding out and shoved it into your handbag. “I got an email from Professor Killian because he’s concerned about me. Apparently I’ve been very distracted and unproductive in his class.” You rolled your eyes and Ava pursed her lips in response because she knew your professor was right. “What a ridiculous accusation, I turned in two drafts yesterday.” You headed for the bathroom to quickly fix your hair before you left for your fine-dine restaurant job; Ava followed, quietly eating her cereal. “Have I been distracted and unproductive?”
“I don’t think you want me to answer that,” Ava said with a wince.
“Seriously?” You narrowed your eyes at her. “How have I been distracted and unproductive?”
“Babe-” Ava sighed and followed you as you headed for the front door. “Since you decided to stop talking to Chris, you haven’t been particularly focused on anything.” You stopped and turned to her with raised eyebrows. “You go through your days upset and distracted, and yes- you still do your writing and you go to work, but you’re lacking your usual perky personality and it is very noticeable. I mean- If Killian noticed, you know you’re on rough terrain.”
“God, I know,” you sighed. “I know you’re right. I just- I’m trying,” you told her and she nodded, knowing very well you were. “And I want to talk to him, I just feel like if I do- I’m going to freak him out and make him worry and- I don’t want to do that while he’s busy with work.”
“You know he’s never going to be too busy for you, right?”
“I know,” you managed a smile. “But I still don’t want to add more to his already very full plate. I know I’m being very frustrating and ignoring him is not one of my best ideas, but it’s all I have right now.” Ava reached for your elbow and gave your arm a light squeeze because she was starting to understand why you were doing what you were doing. “I’ll talk to him soon, I just need to figure out how to explain everything to him so he doesn’t worry about me after I hang up. Am I making sense?” You chuckled wearily with limited humor. “I feel like I’m just blathering.”
“Perfect sense,” she assured you, smiling. “You care about him, that’s why you’re doing all this. Props, sweetheart. Really, I’m very proud of you and the way you’re coping with everything.” She gave you a quick one arm hug and you smiled, hugging her back. “You’re going to be fine, like I told Chris- you’re a tough nut to crack. But y'know, in a positive light- not the mysterious, hard-to-deal-with meaning. Though you are a puzzle sometimes, a very complicated puzzle.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucking macadamia nut,” you joked and both laughed. “I really gotta run,” you told her and she nodded, making her way to the couch to join Dodger as your phone started ringing. The ringtone was your average, day-to-day, every-man ringtone so you picked up without looking at it; you’d no idea Chris had borrowed a phone so he could trick you into picking up his call. He didn’t want to push, but he had a terrible day and he needed to talk to you. “Hello?”
“Here I was thinking you’d let this call go to voicemail too,” Chris’ voice came through and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. “Um-” He chuckled with limited humor. You were too stunned to process the emotions wrapped in his tone; you couldn’t even tell that he’d been crying. “Hey, um- God, it’s so good to finally hear your voice. How are you, sweetheart?”
“I’m good,” you found yourself lying again. “I’m actually on my way to work, so can I call y-”
“Of course you are,” Chris muttered bitterly; his hand tugging at his hair as he tried not to swear.
“Of course I am?” You felt your eyes narrow even though you knew you deserved whatever Chris was throwing your way. “What is that suppose to mean?” You bit as Ava turned; she saw the expression on your face which meant the call you’d been avoiding had arrived. She found herself lowering her bowl and planting both feet on the ground, preparing to intervene if she needed to- if the fight became bigger than it should. Dodger was on alert too, like he could sense the storm brewing between you and his best friend.
“What is that suppose to mean?” Chris bit back with a scoff. “Are you kidding me right now, Y/N? You haven’t spoken to me in five days! Did we get into a fight, did we break up? I don’t know because we haven’t talked!” You tried to interject, but he didn’t let you. “You’ve avoided all my calls and attempts at FaceTiming you, you reply to all my texts in less than five words- like what is your problem? Did I do something to piss you off, because if I did- please, let me know.”
“Chris-” you began then sighed, “I’m sorry, but this sounds like a fight I can’t get into right now.” You heard him scoff on the other end and you wanted to kick yourself. “It’s not you, okay? I’m just-” you glanced at the clock hanging on your wall, “I need to go. I’ll call you after work and we’ll talk about this then.”
“No,” he practically growled. “We’re going to talk about this now, Y/N. I’ve given you enough time to sort out whatever the hell is going on with you, I want to resolve this now. I don’t care if you’re late for work, this is a lot more important than a shift where they can easily get someone to cover for you. What is going on? Did I do something to upset you?”
“No! God, Chris- not everything is about you.” Your heart ached at the sound of his voice, it ached for him. “I already told you, this isn’t about you.” You said, as you realized how much it was; you missed him dearly and it was affecting your entire being- mind, body, and soul. Up until you heard his voice, you didn’t realize how much your life was in shambles. Sure, school was great and work was good, but- you were alone and apart from your soulmate that you took nineteen years to find. You were not okay, you needed the next seven months to be over. “I’ve just been busy, okay? And I’m busy now, so I really need to end this phone call and call you back later.”
“Don’t you dare hang up on me,” he warned; his voice broke but you were too distraught to notice. “Y/N, we need to communicate. We may be perfect for each other, but God- we are terrible at being in a relationship.” Your eyes narrowed at that. “Couples are meant to be honest with each other. We’re meant to tell each other everything, yet here we are arguing about something that could’ve easily been avoided if we just talked.”
“I don’t even know what we’re arguing about!” You cried with a deep frown; Ava noticed your hand clench into a tight fist and she knew you were about to lost it. “You started this argument, Chris,” you accused and he scoffed. “I was just trying to get to work.” There was a long pause where neither of you said anything, then you did, “I know we need to talk, but I don’t have time to talk to you right now.”
Remember love and how it was a strange concept? How it could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated? How a wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- how all of these factors were capable of tearing a soul into pieces? Well, the two of you were about to experience that ache and anguish.
“Make time,” he bit, trying to hold back his tears. “Have Ava cover your shift so we can talk, Y/N. I’m not asking for a lot here, I’m asking to talk to my girlfriend.” You turned your back towards Ava so she didn’t see you starting to cry, but she knew. “All I want is a second of your time, Y/N, a second of your time to just talk. Can you give me that? Can you give me that and ask me about my day? You’re not the only one who is having a hard time with all of this. I miss you too, and I need you too.”
“This is not how I imagined this conversation would go,” you mumbled under your breath instead of keeping it in your head. That was your mistake; the straw that broke the camel’s back; the prompt that brought forth words Chris didn’t mean and regretted immediately.
“Of course not,” Chris bit. “'Cause everything is just fucking perfect in your stories, isn’t it?” You felt your heart break at the harshness of his tone as well as the bitterness of his words. “Newsflash, Y/N, this is real life and I am not perfect. I am nowhere near fucking perfect,” he spat and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from having a full on breakdown.
“What is your problem, Chris?”
Chris could hear your voice shake and he knew you were crying. He knew he was hurting you and it broke his heart to think that you were crying because of him, but he couldn’t stop the foul words from spilling out of his mouth. “I can’t be the perfect guy you want me to be,” he told you and a whimper escaped your lips. “Your expectations are too high and I don’t know how to live up to them. I thought I did, but-” he swallowed, “I don’t.”
“What are you trying to say?” You breathed and Ava jumped up; she knew exactly what was happening. You waited for him to say something, but he didn’t, so you did. “You know I never asked you to be anyone you weren’t, I never expected anything from you.” Ava tried to take the phone out of your hand, but you moved out of her reach. “But clearly, I was wrong. Clearly…” You trailed off because you couldn’t breathe. “I overreached and this was a huge mistake.”
“Y/N, no! Hang up, hang up now!” Ava hissed at you, but you ignored her with a shake of your head and tears streaming down your face. Both of you were tired and stressed out, neither of you knew what you were doing- you were just doing it. “Give me the phone,” Ava urged, reaching for your phone only to have you dodge her attempts, “give me the phone now!”
“If you don’t want to be with me anymore,” you continued before Chris could process what was happening. “If this is too difficult for you, Chris…” You took a shaky breath, doing everything you could to hold yourself together. “Then let’s just quit while we’re ahead, okay?” You didn’t wait for him to confirm, you just muttered a “okay.”
He finally processed what you were saying and frowned because that wasn’t at all what he wanted, or where he’d imagined your first fight would end. “No no no,” he quickly said before you hung up on him. “No, that’s not what I want. Y/N, I made a promise-”
“It’s fine,” you whispered. “I didn’t expect you to keep your promise anyway, you’re Chris Evans after all and I’m just…me.” You couldn’t hold it together anymore and you knew it was time to hang up. “Consider that letter void,” you managed with your quivering voice. “Like you said, Chris, this is not a story- it’s real life.” You hung up before he could say anything else, slamming your phone on the dining table as your hand flew to your stomach where you felt like you’d just been stab. “Oh my God,” you covered your mouth with your other hand. “What did I just do?”
“Hey,” Ava was quick to go to your aid, placing a comforting hand on your back that you shook off because you knew you’d lose it if you accepted that comfort. “Y/N, you can’t possibly go to work.” She tried to stop you as you grabbed your bag and made your way to the front door. “No!” She ran in front of you and blocked the door, pushing you back with one hand. “You are not going anywhere, you need to process this.”
“I need to go to work,” you told her in the firmest tone you could muster. You heard Dodger bark, but you couldn’t even look his way because he reminded you too much of the guy you’d so carelessly broke up with. “I’m fine, really,” you tried and failed to assure her. “Now please move out of my way because I am really, really late. Please,” you demanded and she reluctantly did as she was told.
The second you stepped out of the house and the door closed behind you, you broke down. You staggered down the first flight of stairs, hiding on the second so Ava couldn’t see you if she came out. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed, wishing you could take back the past five days so you could do it right this time. You had the perfect guy- the man of your dreams, and what did you do? You tossed him aside like he was nothing when he was actually your north, south, east, and west. You wished Chris was wrong, you wished real life was like your stories so you could be less of a fucking idiot and not ruin everything good in your life.
The one thing you hated more than anything in the world was the terrifying act of confrontation. Being confronted by someone wasn’t great, and being the person having to confront was even worse. And right now you were in a situation where you had to be the scary confronter, so that explained your shaking hands and clammy palms.
“Wha’s the matter with you? You usually finish eating your pancakes by the time I’m done making mine.” Harry joked, sitting down across from you before pointing to your stack of pancakes that had now gone cold. “Not hungry?”
This had to be your hundredth time sleeping over at Harry’s place and your hundredth time having Harry make breakfast for you because that was your guys’ thing. A movie marathon, a Netflix binge, or (your personal favourite) a documentary dive, with you and Harry cuddled up on the couch like a cute couple. The only problem was you guys weren’t a couple. In fact, you were far from it, and you knew for a fact Harry only saw you as a friend. He was naturally a touchy, snuggly person, and so the thought of you and Harry being together romantically had always been a fantasy sitting on the backburner. Except now, this thought was invading your every thought and you couldn’t help but wonder: What are we?
“Hm? Oh! Uh, no, I was just thinking about… syrup.” You coughed, reaching over and grabbing the bottle of syrup before popping the lid open. You kept your eyes on Harry, watching as he dug into his stack of pancakes and chewed thoughtfully while scrolling through his phone. Confronting Harry wouldn’t be good. What you had with him now was great! A healthy relationship between two good friends. Friends. And if you were to ruin all of that with one simple question, you’d never forgive yourself. It would be fine! You’d be able to survive without knowing-
“What exactly are we?” Oops. Harry looked up at you from his phone, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He was quiet for a moment before his eyes seemed to glimmer knowingly.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” He definitely knew what you meant. He just liked seeing your face get all flushed.
“You know, like… are we… are we a thing?” Well, you were officially in the deep hole of confrontation and there was no clawing your way out. “Because in my opinion, I feel like we act like… like a couple.” You managed to get out, feeling your palms begin to sweat again. You had rehearsed this conversation in your head a million times, but now you had forgotten all your lines and you definitely weren’t as smooth as you thought you’d be.
“We are a couple! A couple of people hanging out together and having a good time.” Harry smirked, stabbing a chunk of pancake and shoving it into his mouth. Oh, this was fun. He liked this game.
“That’s not what I- Look, if you think about it, it makes sense. You force me to cuddle with you-”
“You seem to enjoy it.”
“-you call me nicknames that are typically reserved for people who are together-”
“I’m an affectionate person.”
“-you hold my hand or do very PDA things in public-”
“Like I said, I’m affectionate.” Oh, god. Harry was just throwing your points back in your face at this point.
“-and sometimes we fall asleep together on the couch after a marathon because we’re too tired to go upstairs-”
“My couch is just as comfortable as my bed, so that makes sense.”
“-and when we do go upstairs, I sleep in your bed as opposed to the bed in your guest room!” You concluded, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration. You were giving Harry very valid points as to why you thought you guys were probably more than friends, and he was acting irritatingly casual about the situation.
“That’s only because I haven’t changed the bedsheets in the guestroom in forever. Remind me to do that sometime soon.” Harry hummed, quickly typing it down on his phone.
“Oh my fucking- Harry, we act like we’re dating! Are we dating?!” You stood up quickly, the stool screeching under you.
“I dunno. Are we? Do we do things a girlfriend and a boyfriend would do?”
“I- Were you not listening to what I was just saying??” You said, clearly flustered out of your mind.
“Hm. Then we’re dating, I guess.” Harry shrugged casually, getting up from his seat with his dirty plate in hand. Wha- Was that it? After your whole dramatic spew about why you thought you and Harry were romantically involved, that was the response he was giving you??
“Well, fine! I guess we’re dating!” You weren’t sure why you were still so flustered, but it was probably because the whole ‘then we’re dating, I guess’ still hadn’t clicked properly in your mind. “You can’t just say ‘I guess’ after saying a statement like that because it’s confusing and it makes me- mmph!” Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when Harry suddenly leaned in to plant his lips upon yours, making whatever ounce of an argument left in you fizzle away.
“We’re dating.” Harry pulled away, a cheesy smile on his face.
“Mm. Cool, fine. That’s great.” You cleared your throat, sitting back down and looking down at your plate. You couldn’t hide the smile on your face as you picked at a strawberry, your heart drumming away in your chest. He said it. You guys were dating, and you never had to wonder-
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sorry this took so long, friends! i haven’t been motivated to write and i think that shows in my previous pieces because they’re all pretty…… not great pieces of writing :-/ i’m working on it!!!
Summary: You had a
fight with Wonho because he constantly gets jealous when you’re around Shownu.
are at home, preparing your suitcase to go to your parents’ house again, for
you it was enough, you hate when Wonho gets jealous because you’re talking with
Shownu, “Why he can’t understand that Shownu is my friend? That I only love
him?!” you asked desperately to yourself. You heard someone entering through
the door, but you didn’t care and kept on doing your suitcase.
What are you doing? -. You turned around and it was Wonho, still looking angry
but at the same time very confused.
leaving, don’t you see?
no, no, you’re not going anywhere.
can’t stop me.
I will -. He took both of your wrists making you turn around to face him, you
were very frustrated, very mad and hurt by his jealousness.
me go, Wonho.
If I’m here it’s because I love you and I don’t want you to go, I want you to
stay, don’t you see I love you Y/N?
don’t you see that you’re hurting me? Hurting your friends because you are
I’m jealous it’s because I love you and I care about us… Y/N, please don’t go.
it’s enough for me, I can’t keep with this, Shownu is your friend, and mine as
well, so I don’t understand why you get jealous.
I’m afraid you will leave me for him. I know he’s my friend and I do love him
as well, however I know he can steal you.
I choose you because you really got into me, you really were my type and
because I feel in love with you-. Without any warning your tears started to
fall down your cheeks, as soon as Wonho noticed that he started to hug you
tightly, you started to push him away but he didn’t let you go away from his
cry Y/N… please don’t cry.
else can I do? It hurts my heart, you hurt my feelings once again Wonho… I
don’t say that, don’t say that, it’s not the end.
-. You started to hug him tightly, you didn’t wanted to go, but at the same
time you don’t want to be the reason why he’s fighting with Shownu.
I’m sorry… I’m so sorry baby.
and I were…
know, I talked with him before coming here. It wasn’t your fault, it was mine…
and I’m sorry about that Y/N.
can you think that I’ll leave you? You’re my reason to smile, and my reason for
guess I’m very dumb.
you still crying?
me see -. Wonho cleaned up the last tears you dropped, he looked at you
worried, you couldn’t look at him in that moment so you started to cuddle up in
can’t look at you, I’m too embarrassed.
don’t have to, after all it was my fault.
you fought again with Shownu.
all better now, I talked with him and I said sorry to him.
-. You looked at Wonho, he started to caress your cheek, and he gently started
to give you a few pats in your back.
the worst, I haven’t the right to be jealous.
want to say that I have been very far away from you lately.
but that’s not the problem.
I feel sorry for that too, I left you behind, and I started to talk more with
the other members than you.
is sweet of you for trying to make me feel better, but it was completely my
fault this time.
don’t be so harsh on yourself. It’s all done.
right… I can’t believe a made you cry again.
supposed to make you happy, and make you feel loved.
it’s not, I should be better boyfriend for you, you deserve better… -. You couldn’t
shut up Wonho so you took the back of his head and without any hesitation you
kissed him deeply in his lips, he started to caress your hair as you two
continued kissing passionately, then both of you stopped because the lack of
can you listen? It was my fault as well, I shouldn’t been so cold towards you,
I know you won’t let me take part of the guiltiness but at least let me
apologize to you.
I really love you and I’m really sorry for the treatment I had have you this
last weeks, I promise I will never make you feel less.
worry baby, I know you have a lot on your mind, and I respect that, and I
promise I will be a better boyfriend too.
are you talking about?
yes, I love you baby.
-. You started to putt your stuffs back where they belong, then Wonho and you
laid down on the bed.
can’t believe you were about to go.
can I say, I really got angry.
can imagine that baby.
I will be back after two days.
cruel… Hey Y/N, want to go later to the arcade with the rest of the members?
you promise to be normal and not a killing boyfriend I’ll go.
promise, but if someone flirts with you, I’m going to kill them.
because I love you.
-I love you too Y/N.
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A/N: This is another one shot for @imakemyownblog who requested the following:
“Could I pretty please get a Jacob
oneshot where the reader is a high-ranking member of the Blighters
and one day they have to face down with each other, not realizing
that they were childhood friends until the actual fight? To make it
interesting, Jacob had a huge crush on them? XD Pretty please &
thank you! <3”
Given the amount here that I want to play with, I’m actually breaking this one into multiple parts.
“You guys need to calm down before you start throwing punches!” Dean yelled, standing between you and Cas.
“That is highly unlikely Dean.” Castiel said glaring seemingly through Dean toward you.
“What are you two even fighting about?” Dean yelled, annoyed at the childish acts.
“Fine don’t tell me, but take it somewhere else!” He sighed in defeat, walking away.
Castiel placed his hand on your shoulder and you were both now in an empty warehouse.
“You could’ve died.” He stated calmly. Trying to avoid shouting but you were too furious.
“But I didn’t, how does no one ever see the bright side?! I’m. Not. Dead!” You yelled, turning your back.
“I wasn’t even close to dying Cas!”
“Dean sa-” He started, causing anger to boil in your veins.
“Oh so now his say is more important than mine?! Cas, that’s not how relationships work!” You yelled quieter, clenching your jaw in frustration. Hurt.
“Well it’s very apparent he’s less reckless and child like! He’s not so…incompetent!” He yelled, louder than he was yelling before.
You flinched at his words and turned to face him. Almost nose to nose.
“Incompetent? I’m incompetent? How many times have I save your ass? How many times have I comforted you when you were so down in the dumps you couldn’t think straight?!” You yelled, your voice strained causing it to crack.
“I came to you expecting you to open up in return! All I’ve ever tried to do is help you, be there for you! But every time I try, you rebel, and start a screaming match! Stop ignoring the fact that I’m trying (y/n), for you! Why do you push me away?” He yelled, stepping closer, trying to place a comforting hand to your shoulder and tears forced their way down your face.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled jerking yourself back.
“I don’t know what to do anymore, (y/n)! I saved you from your father, from Crowley, from so much and you still can’t trust me? I’m so frustrated, and I may not be the smartest but I know you’re not okay.” He said softly.
You looked down in shame, to hide your tears. He was right but you couldn’t explain yourself because you didn’t know yourself.
You just knew all you had at the end of the day was yourself and you had to be strong.
“Is it me? Cause carrying on with you when you resent me, and hate like this… I’m afraid I might kill myself…trying to save someone who doesn’t want to be saved…” He said, trying again to hold you but you jerked back.
The tears fell harder and you moved farther away, metaphorically and literally.
“Damn it (y/n)!” He yelled turning around in frustration, rubbing his temples trying to understand.
“I have to leave.” You said quietly to yourself.
“Fine, you know what?! Leave, see if I care!” He yelled, instantly regretting his words and the whimper that escaped your lips.
You turned to leave but had to turn around quickly realizing you had no idea where you were.
“I need…” You paused forcing yourself to look up at him.
His face looked as how you imagined your to look, tears stained and puffy.
“I have to get back to the bunker…pack…” You said looking down at your feet, he grabbed your hand slowly and you closed your eyes.
When you didn’t feel any change in atmosphere, you opened your eyes to find you were at the same place and you looked up to find Castiel starring sadly into your eyes causing you to close them again.
You opened them slightly, to find your were now in your room.
It was a very long day for Shay and he was left feeling frustrated
and tired, and he just wanted to see you at the end of it. He was taking off
his jacket and shoes while walking in the house, and laid down on you, burying
his head in your shoulder. He sighed, making you laugh at him.
“Bad day,” you asked still focused on the
television. Shay started moving around and laid his head on your stomach.
“It was awful.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, looking at him and started playing with his hair,
causing him to sigh with contentment; both of you watching the television.
After a while, you decided to order take-out. Shay was still focused on the television, so you just ordered what he normally ordered; before sitting back on the couch.
“You know what? I believe in love at first sight,” Shay said,
staring at you.
“Oh you do? That’s a lot coming from someone who doesn’t believe
in fate,” you said winking at him.
“Well, to be completely honest, I didn’t believe in neither until
I met you,” he said, making you blush.
As much as Harry loved you, he had to admit it was extremely frustrating dealing with a very pregnant Y/N. You were entering your third trimester, and that was when the cravings hit you the worst. You had sent Harry running all over the city to pick up crazy ingredients to satisfy your appetite, and when he failed to get the company you wanted, or the correct amount - You went crazy! Which would explain why Harry was hiding from you in his car. He had bought the groceries for you, but now he wasn’t sure if he had gotten the right spicy mustard. Did you want mild, or did you want extra spicy?
“Should’a gotten both o’ them, you idiot. It’s not like yeh can’t afford an extra jar of spicy fuckin’ mustard.” Harry scowled to himself, smacking his forehead gently as he stared at the little ‘mild’ sticker. Somehow, he felt like had forgotten something really important.. It didn’t matter now - He had left you waiting for an hour and a half.. If he didn’t get into the house now, he knew he’d be dead meat.
“Harry!” You called out, raising an eyebrow as Harry cautiously stepped into the room, his eyes as wide as saucers. It was a mess in your room, with wrappers and takeout cartons scattered about. Oh God, and he was the one who had to clean up.
“Is it safe to come in?” Harry asked meekly, making you roll your eyes playfully. You often scolded yourself after you found yourself snapping and getting angry at Harry, but it wasn’t like you could help it! The human growing inside of you was the one throwing all these mood-swings.
“I’m sorry if I’ve been a little cranky and bossy.” You murmured, watching as Harry made his way over, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I know I should be helping out-”
“No, no. Don’ be silly, love. All you have t’ do for me is give birth to my child. My job is t’ take care o’ yeh.” Harry smiled fondly, rubbing your swollen ankles through the blanket. “I love you, you know?”
“Aw, I love you too.” You sighed, beaming as Harry leaned in to give you a small peck. “Say, did you get the extra spicy mustard I asked for? I’m in the mood for a sandwich.” Harry froze at your words, his heart dropping to his stomach.
“Erm, how about I make yeh a sandwich with mildly spicy mustard?”
“But that’s not what I want.”
“Well, yeah, but-”
“Harry, that’s not what I want.” Harry couldn’t wait for the baby to be born.
To our very beloved chenchen,
Remember when you found out you passed your sm audition and had the chance of living your dream as a singer? Remember when you skipped the levels of a trainee and were told, just months after your audition, you would debut very soon? Remember when you bravely volunteered to join exo m though you knew you would receive more love if you joined Exo k? Remember when people you barely knew, who had known each other for years, welcomed you and patiently helped you to learn their language? Remember when you sang for the first time on the Gayo Daejun stage, you were so nervous? Remember when you finally debuted (with maybe a third of a teaser to your name) and sang songs you could barely pronounce?
Remember being constantly lost in translation, patiently waiting for the translator to bridge a gap you faced every day? Remember when you walked through the fan-crammed airport without a single present in your hands, your teammates collecting them as if they were leaves falling on an autumn day, when your banner was left to be trampled on, when no one bothered to know your name, yet you thanked everyone with a bright, lovely smile? Remember when a little boy made fun of your inferiority in the Chinese language and made you repeat slowly after him, and in front of everyone you tried your very best no matter how frustrating it got?
Remember when your company told you you were picked to sing a song along with two others, and you were finally able to promote in Korea and you were finally more recognised than the one with secret sass hidden someplace where language wasn’t a barrier? Remember when your group won awards and everyone cried but you held it in and looked away, trying to hide your blurry vision because you felt you didn’t deserve to cry? Remember when your looks and dancing was criticised but your smile never faltered? Remember when you were picked to sing duets with sunbaes?
Remember when Kris hyung packed his bags and said he was serious this time, and the leader you knew - the one who you thought would protect and guide your group to greatest peaks was just… Gone? Remember when you sang your first official ost, your solo song, and kept silent with a shy smile but had it on repeat and watched the YouTube view count with excitement for the first week? Remember when you stood on your first stage, looked out into the glowing lightsticks, and remember that immense, indescribable feeling you had building up in your chest?
Remember when, weeks before it happened, you knew and you couldn’t stop it from happening, and smiled weakly as Luhan hyung promised it was for the best and you could see the weariness in everyone’s eyes? Remember when you always kept in your emotions and never failed to be the coolest, calmest persona in front of the nosy eyes and itchy lips, but wrote a song full of emotions and promises, for us? Remember when Zitao couldn’t take it anymore, when it hurt to let him go but hurt more to see him cry? Remember when you stood on stage and watched the tears fall from your members eyes, and held in your feelings?
Remember when you finally were acknowledged by your company and got to sing in musicals and on shows, you thought you could only dream of sometime ago? Remember when standing in stage with two other members felt so empty and lonely, and when Kyungsoo’s voice to your ears just didn’t seem to blend like Luhan’s did? Remember when you listened to your past member’s new songs and hoped they were happy? Remember when you never forgot to thank your parents and the fans for every award received?
Even if you don’t remember, we will remember for you. And there are so many things we don’t know, and so many things you thought we wouldn’t notice but we did, and we will hold on to these moments and support you all the way. So keep being who you are and who we love, grow up to be a fine young man and most importantly, stay healthy and happy.
Happy birthday, our kitty curled chencing machine, with a heart of gold and the voice of an angel. We love you. 21/9/2015.
Request: Can you do a scenario with
Minghao (the8) where he’s trying to confess but keeps getting interrupted.
Author’s Note: This is my
first scenario request! I’m so excited! I REALLY HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU’RE
LOOKING FOR! Thanks for requesting!
just an ordinary day, well for you. You would sit in Korean/ Chinese boy band,
Seventeen’s, dance rehearsal. You became friends with them through their
choreographer, also your sister. Ever since then you always had your eye on one
particular person, Minghao, or The8 as most people know him. He’s so nice and
caring towards everyone, including you. He’s also very handsome but you never really
care about the looks.
Just the way
he dances in rehearsal and onstage just amazes you. He looks so into it, especially
since he’s member of the performance team. Also, to add onto that, he has an
amazing voice. He can sing, dance and he’s an amazing person overall. How could
you not like him? The only thing is that you don’t think he likes you back. He probably
has a girlfriend anyways.
You were listening
to their album (17 Carat), loudly, and then someone tapped your shoulder. You quickly
look up to see The8 looking down at you, smiling. You smiled back and pulled
out your earplugs.
“Do you need something?” I asked politely.
“I just wanted to tell you that
everyone went to go buy some food and they promised to bring us some back.”
around to see an oddly, empty dance studio. You looked up to him and said thank
you for telling me. He smiled and nodded him head to say you’re welcome. You put
your headphones in and watched Minghao dance around the room. You fell into a
trance just watching him. You quickly noticed that he was getting frustrated fairly
quickly. You took out you earplugs and slowly walked over to the music player
to turn it off. He looked at you with a quizzical look on his face.
“Why’d you turn the music of Y/N?”
“You were starting to get frustrated
Minghao. That isn’t like you. What’s up? Are you okay?”
scratching the back of his neck in frustration and walked over to you, very fluidly.
“I’ve wanted to tell you something
for a while now and it’s been killing me to not let you know this. Y/N I-“
Just as he
was about to say it, Vernon walks in.
“Food’s he-… ohhhhhh, my bad. Carry
out and closes the door behind him. You and Minghao are alone again. He’s
staring at you deeply.
“As I was saying, I-“
his eyes and bit his lip to not scream at the person that just interrupted him.
You both look to see Dino run in along with Vernon.
“I told you not to come in Dino!
“I just want to eat man!”
finally walks out with a whining Dino. You quietly giggled at the two and The8 couldn’t
help but smile at your adorableness.
“I like you, Y/N. Like a lot.”
at him to study his eyes. Did you hear him right? He likes ME?
“You don’t have to say anything yet
Y/N. Just please don’t say it yet. It’s fine if you don’t like me back. I-“
could say anything back you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.
He almost immediately kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You
pulled away and looked him in his eyes.
“I like you too, Minghao. Like a lot.”
laughed and share another kiss. You then hear S. Coups behind the door, yelling
“That’s my boy” along with cheers and
yelling from the other member’s and your sister.
“Y/N, you said you were going to come in the water an hour ago! C’mon, live a little. We’re in Mexico, for Christ sakes - This is my week of freedom before I get married, and you said you were going to try to have fun.” Y/F/N whined, patting herself down with a towel before dusting some sand off her arms. You peeked up at her through your sunglasses, squinting slightly before returning your attention back to the novel you were currently invested in. “Yesterday, you didn’t go out clubbing with us. The other night, you skipped out on free drinks at the bar, and-”
“I know, I know. Just give me like, five more minutes.” You sighed, reaching up to adjust the umbrella so that you weren’t too exposed to the sun.
“Y/N, I know you’re still hung up over-”
“Don’t say that name, I swear to god.”
“I know you’re not over your ex, but you have to move on. Friend to friend, you’re kinda being a party-pooper right now.” You cheeks flared slightly, only because it was true. This was supposed to be a week of fun, but all you had been doing was moping around. “Seriously! And maybe you’ll find someone new here! I’ve already spotted a lot of cuties but unfortunately I’m getting married.” She joked lightly, pointing to the sparkling engagement ring on her finger.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be a happier camper.” You smiled lightly, setting your book down before pushing your sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of your head. “I’ll join you in the water soon.”
‘Soon’ ended up being.. Well, never. Y/F/N had to admit - As much as she loved you, her levels of frustration were ascending very quickly. So, she decided to take matters into her own hands. If you weren’t going to go to the fun, she’d bring the fun to you.
“How’s the book?” She asked, taking a sip of her martini as she sat down on the towel to join you.
“Still reading.” You murmured in response, reaching up to flip to the next page.
“I saw a very colourful fish in the water. You don’t see that a lot at home.”
“Also, I ordered a drink for you if that was alright. One of the servers will bring it over soon. Virgin Piña colada?”
“You got it.”
“Ooh, I almost forgot! I gave your number to the cute bartender.”
“Cool-” You froze suddenly, looking up from your book with wide eyes. “I’m sorry - You what?!” Y/F/N smirked to herself, giving you a look of innocence.
“I gave your number.. to the bartender.” She slowed her speech, giggling when your cheeks heated up a significant amount and you dropped your book. “Don’t be like that! You need to get laid, my friend.”
“You need to tell me these things if-”
“He’s the one with the bandana if you were interested. Has a couple tattoos, too - He’s definitely your type.” She pointed over the bar. You followed her line of sight, locking gazes with- Oh, he’s nice-looking. “And his name is Harry. Cute, right?” If even possible, your cheeks turned even redder when this so-called Harry waved at you, a flirty smile on his face. You turned back immediately, your heart racing and your palms growing a little clammy.
“Well, I don’t want to disappoint, but I won’t even be talking to him, so, ha.” You shrugged casually, watching as Y/F/N stood up from her spot. “Where’re you going?”
“Back into the water.” She watched as you stood up to join her. “You can’t join me now, honey. You lost your chance forty minutes ago.”
“Too late - Harry’s coming over.” She grinned, laughing lightly at your look of desperation before she was padding off.
“A virgin Piña colada for.. Y/N?” Even his voice was attractive. And that accent.. You looked up and smiled politely, thanking him as you took the drink from the tray.
“Oh, thank you.” You were currently racking through your brain, trying desperately to not seem so awkward. “Do you think maybe I could get some extra maraschino cherries? I really like them.”
“Yeah, of course! They’re usually a little extra but it’s on the house. Did yeh wanna come over and join me at the bar? My shift’s about t’ end and- I’m Harry, by the way. Should’ve started with that instead.” He laughed, your heart practically melting at how cute he was. “Your friend is very persistent, by the way.” He teased, gesturing over to Y/F/N. You turned to see her shooting you a thumbs up and a wave. “You don’ have to join me, if you don’ want to, but-”
“No, I’ll come. Throw in a bag of mini pretzels too, while you’re at it.” You joked, walking with Harry as he led you over to the bar.