two of the greatest people to ever have breathed

Fake You Out

Hello everyone! So this is a continuation of this fic so it’s pretty fluffy and quick. I’m going through midterms right now which is always super fun but I thought I would go ahead and get this out there. This one is a proposal one so it’s cheesy as hell! If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Thanks and, as always, happy reading!

Warnings: None, just fluff

“Hey…hey, wake up!” You groaned and Dodger nuzzled into your hand to force you to pet him. You opened your eyes to see Chris standing next to the bed with a tray of what looked to be like a steaming hot breakfast.

“Well, what’s this for?” You croaked and sat up. Chris shooed the pup off the bed so he wouldn’t try to eat your breakfast and placed the tray over your lap. He laid down next to you and handed you your silverware.

“Just for being you.” He replied and you eyed him suspiciously. “What? Can’t I make breakfast for my smokin’ hot girlfriend?”

“Whaddya want?” You asked as you sipped some of your coffee. “Is it my money you’re after? Or is this is about that thing you wanna try? I’m still-“

“It’s not that!” He groaned and rested his head against the head board. “I was drunk when I said that!”

“And being drunk is just an exacerbated form of yourself. I’m still on the fence about it.” You smirked and pushed some hair off of his forehead. “Seriously, though, we never have breakfast in bed because of Dodger. Everything okay?”

“Well…there was something I wanted to ask you.” He took your hand and your eyes widened. Ever since the visit to his parents’ house, you’d been on your toes. The serious engagement talk you two had wanted you to be prepared for it and it helped that his sisters and brother weren’t the most subtle people.

“And what would that be?”

“Will you do me the honor, the greatest privilege, of-“ He sighed, looking down at your hand. Your heart stopped, you couldn’t breathe, it was really happening now! “Of coming to the park with me and Dodger?” Your eyes went from being wide to nearly squinting as you gave him the most unimpressed look you could manage. You could see the little shit fighting a smile, but quite obviously failing.

“I would love to.” You ground out. He leaned over to kiss your cheek and bounced up, making Dodger bark as you stuffed some scrambled eggs into your mouth. “You’re a jerk.”

“But a cute one!” He called as he grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the shower. You quickly ate the rest of your breakfast, sneaking Dodger a few bites before getting ready yourself and grabbing the leash.

“C’mon boy, let’s go!”                                                                      

XXXXXX

Later on that week, you two had decided to go on a run together in the park with Dodger once again. As you were running, you saw out of the corner of your eye that Chris had lagged behind and that was something that never happened. If anything, you were the one that fought to keep up with him and Dodger. Dodger stopped when he realized Chris wasn’t next to the both of you, causing you to stop too.

“You good?” You turned to find him down on one knee and smiling at you. You walked back towards him and crossed your arms over your chest. You didn’t like to think you were a vain person, but if he proposed to you while you were all sweaty you would be tempted to say no. He smiled up at you, his eyes twinkling but you just stared at him.

With a chuckle, he just started tying his shoe, patted Dodger on the head, and squeezed your shoulder as he began jogging again. After a frustrated sigh, you chuckled to yourself and caught up to him.

XXXXXX

“So, has he popped the question yet?” Anthony asked as he sipped on his beer. You scoffed and looked down at your whiskey and ginger.

“Little bastard keeps tricking me.” You replied, making him laugh. “On Monday, it was the breakfast thing. On Wednesday, he got down on one knee and when I turned around he just started tying his shoe after staring at me for a couple of seconds. Then yesterday the little shit had the gall to start his whole spiel about how lucky he was to have me, how much he loved me, only to get on his phone and call Seb.”

“Need me to take care of him? You want Wesley Snipes or Denzel?” He replied, making you cackle.

“What’s up?” Scarlett asked as she came back over to the table you two were at. “You finally ready to kill Chris?”

“He’s being an ass.” Anthony explained. “He keeps-“

“Faking her out, I know. He told me all about it.” She replied and sat down next to you. “If it makes you feel better, he has the ring.”

“If he keeps this up he won’t need the ring.” You said but with no actual venom to your voice. While it was irritating, you did find the situation amusing. “I dunno, it’s just that we’re gonna have to leave to film Infinity War and I just want some time to enjoy being engaged or married before we’re working all day, every day.” The other two were silent as they looked at you with a hint of pity to their faces.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Scarlett offered and you shook your head with a small smile.

“Nah, if it’s really bothering me then I’ll talk to him about it.”

“You look really pretty tonight. New dress?” Anthony added, making you laugh and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Thanks and yes, I bought it yesterday as a little pick me up.” You heard your phone going off and excused yourself. You saw an unattractive picture of Chris pop up and your brows furrowed. He said he’d be out with some of his “bros” later in the night which usually meant you didn’t see him until late at night. “Hey babe, is-“

“You need to come home now.” Anthony and Scarlett motioned that they needed to leave and gave you quick hugs.

“What’s up, is everything okay?”

“It’s Dodger.” Your heart sank and you quickly grabbed your purse and paid for the tab.

“What’s wrong with Dodger? Is he alright?”

“I don’t know! He just started getting sick and I don’t know what to do. He’s not even getting up from his bed anymore.” He babbled breathlessly.

“It’s alright, I’m on my way. I’m sure he just ate something in the yard.” You fished your keys out of your purse.
XXXXXX

You didn’t even pull your car into the garage, you would’ve just parked it on the street but it was filled with the neighbors’ guests (you presumed). You hurried up to the front door and swung it open, but gasped when Dodger jumped up at you. You knelt down and rubbed his head as he licked your nose.

“Hey, bud, you seem alright!” You commented and looked around you, noticing no stains on your carpet or any undesirable smells. “Chris?”

There was no answer and Dodger kept pawing at you as you stood up.

“Chris?”

Dodger barked and jumped a bit, making you look down at him.

“Where’s Daddy?” You asked and his ears perked up as he tilted his head. “C’mon, boy, where’s Daddy?” He pattered his front paws before taking off through the house and to the yard. You hurried after him as best as you could in your heels but nearly fell when you skidded to a halt. You backyard was covered in twinkle lights and daisies, with Chris at the center of it all in a suit. You could’ve slapped yourself for being so dull and not realizing the whole thing with Dodger was a hoax. But instead of slapping yourself, you choked back tears as you walked towards Chris.

“Sorry for making you worry.” He replied and you chuckled.

“I’ll get you back later.”

“I promise no tricks this time.” He told you, giving you a quick peck before going down on one knee and reaching into his back pocket. “I know you might not believe me when I say this, but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you five minutes into first meeting you. I fell in love with you immediately, as soon as I saw you walk onto set. You’re the most wonderful and amazing person I’ve ever met, even though you’re not a Patriots fan.” You laughed with a sniffle as tears started to gently come down your cheeks. “With that aside, I love every bit of you more than I love anything in this world…yes, even Dodger. So, will you please marry me and make me the happiest man alive?” Instead of saying yes, you nodded and fell to your knees so you could hug him. He laughed and kissed your temple before pulling you apart just a bit to slide the ring onto your finger. You laughed down at it before grabbing his head and kissing him fiercely. His arms wrapped around you as he picked you up from the ground and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Okay, so we’re getting married tomorrow at the courthouse?” You asked, looking down at him slightly. He laughed and squeezed you tightly.

“If that’s what you want, but I think we should tell the others that we’re even engaged first.”

“Ugh, fine have it your way.” You scoffed playfully and he pulled you in for another passionate kiss. You heard a couple of snaps of cameras, whoops, and hollers so you turned in his arms to see a hoard of friends and family at your back door. They started cheering and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. All those cars outside were for your house and you felt even dumber that you didn’t piece it all together sooner.

“I knew you two left too early!” You accused Scarlett and Anthony.

“They had to make sure you were out of the house long enough for me and Chris to set all this up!” Scott yelled out, making you chuckle.

“No too much, is it?” Chris murmured to you. You smiled over at him and gave him another chaste kiss.

“It’s perfect.”

“Stop talking and let’s pop some champagne! We’ve been saving it this whole week!”


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anonymous asked:

Ok but Andreil where Neil is high from getting his wisdom teeth out??

Neil sat in the waiting room, trying desperately to ignore the agitated foxes around him.
“You’re sure you don’t want the drugs?”
“They’re great, Neil, I’m telling you.”
He sighed and put down the magazine.
“I’m fine with just having it numbed. It’s cheaper that way.” The Foxes had taken turns telling him about their own experiences with the drugs they gave you. Nicky said he’d had to be removed because he wouldn’t stop singing and annoying the other patients. He wasn’t afraid of singing, but no matter how comfortable he’d become with his new family, he didn’t want to have all of his inhibitions taken away in front of them.
“Neil, really, the school insurance will cover it, nothing would be coming out of any of our pockets.” Abby gave him a pat on the shoulder. She was the only one he thought should technically be there, being the only health professional, but he had asked Andrew to come so no one in the office would bother him if they knew about his past, and the others invited themselves along.
“Mr. Josten?” A smiling middle aged doctor entered. “We’re ready for you now.”
Abby made the others stay put, something Andrew especially was unhappy about, and followed Neil into the small room that seemed to only have one dental chair and a small cabinet and counter. It was hardly the surgical chamber he had expected. Abby stood by the door while he got in his place, the doctor putting on gloves.
“So, would you like the shot or the drip?”
“The shots are fine.”
She nodded sagely. “My bravest son got that one too. The others couldn’t handle it.” She removed a large needle from a drawer. “Alright, so we’re going to put one through the roof of your mouth, and one an inch in along each of your gums. How does that sound?”
After everything Neil had gone through, a few needles shouldn’t have been so bad, but now that he was safe he didn’t like the idea of unnecessary pain, especially not needles going through the roof of his mouth. He looked to Abby, who smiled back knowingly.
“Actually, I think he would like the drip better. Is that alright?”
The doctor nodded and began setting up an IV with a much smaller needle. Neil wondered if they got kickbacks from how much extra the drip cost.
“Not a problem. Now Neil, you’ll feel a slight pinch at first but that will only last a second. It won’t kick in right away so don’t worry if you don’t feel anything at first. Before you know it, you’ll be out.”
He watched the needle go in and, as she had said, did not feel anything. He looked to Abby again, wanting to ask if he could at least watch practice tonight if he couldn’t play, but he found her face seemed to be stretching infinitely before and behind her, the door twisting into unnatural shapes next to her. She waved the five hands attached to her arm, and he was gone.

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Hug Me

Originally posted by lyssfem

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2271

Group: Bangtan Boys

Member: Jung Hoseok

Help Me II Save Me II Hug Me


“And then he says he wonders why he married me! Can you believe him? I know I said something that shouldn’t have been said, but for him to say that? That is too painful to hear from someone you truly love.” Yuri wiped away her tears as the two of you made your way down…somewhere. The two of you had been wandering these woods for two or three hours, and you were beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get out of there. Yuri stopped in her tracks. “This is as far as I remember coming,” she sighed.

You gawked at her. “You ran for two hours all the way from here?”

“Well this is where I had the fight, and then I ran that way”—she pointed in a direction—“before I got lost. I remember because there’s the paper he ripped.” She pointed down at a shredded, yellow paper. “I don’t remember where we came from here. I’m sorry I’m not much help,” she muttered, head down, and hands quickly wiping away more tears.

“You’ve been so helpful. I would have never gotten this far if it weren’t for you, so thank you so much,” you said, taking her hand in yours. She looked up at you, surprised evident on her tear stained face. “I’ve never been so happy to see someone. You were practically an angel when I first saw you. You’re like my guardian angel, so stop crying so we can go home and take a nice, warm bath.”

Yuri laughed. “Usually a lot of people aren’t straight forward with me. Usually they betray me when I least expect it, but you’re different. I’m hoping that meeting someone straight forward won’t betray me like the rest of the people I once knew.”

“Well I’m not the type of person to hurt them behind their backs. An ex-boyfriend did that to me with who used to be my best friend. You’re too sweet for someone to betray,” you stated, looking around to see if anything looked familiar to you.

“I think it’s because I’m too sweet that people took advantage of it,” she sighed, walking in a direction, and you just followed. You were a bit confused as to why she had suddenly started walking, but you said nothing and followed her. “There was this one girl I knew in high school. I thought she was a friend, but it turns out she wasn’t.” Yuri shook her head as she continued on with her story.

You walked in silence as she continued to tell you stories about people who betrayed her, people she met along the way on her travels around the world, ex-boyfriends, and then she talked about meeting her fiancé. You watched her as she talked so brightly about him. Her face was beaming, a huge smile revealing itself on her slightly dirt covered face. Her eyes shined, and it was as if she had just fallen in love. She reminded you of yourself when you first met Hoseok.

You rested your hands on your knees, breathing heavily, as the music died down before coming back to life. You had been practicing two hours after everyone had left. You had been so lucky to get a call from BigHit to be a backup dancer for Bangtan Boys and their upcoming tour.

You originally wanted to decline, but they made an offer that you couldn’t refuse. You have been saving up so you can buy a studio you had your eyes on for months. You were close, and with the offer BigHit told you, that amount could get you that studio.

Your mind had wandered to thoughts of what it would be like once you buy the studio. You would open it up for those who had the same dream as you. You would teach your students dance moves, and keep fingers crossed that they would get recognized for their talent. You would have a big smile on your face as you watched your students appear on television, or come running to you telling you about how they got a chance to be a backup dancer, a teacher just like you, or even become an idol.

Even though you got the dance moves perfectly, you didn’t want to risk the chance of messing up.

Something cold touched your cheek, causing you to come out of your thoughts and stand up straight with eyes wide open. You looked down at the water bottle, and followed the hand all the way up to a pair of eyes. He gave a small smile.

“You look exhausted.” The water bottle was still held out to you. You took it and gave a small nod. “Everyone left. Why are you still here?” he asked, twisting the cap to his own water bottle.

“Practice makes perfect,” was all you said, taking a swig of your water.

“From what I’ve seen, you have this down perfectly,” he laughed, walking over to the stereo, placing his water bottle next to it.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, closing the lid, placed the bottle on the floor, and kicked it. You watched the bottle roll till it hit the wall.

“Practice makes perfect,” he mimicked. He walked towards the center and stretched. He looked at you from the mirror. “Mind if I join?” he asked, leaning to the side to stretch his arm.

You shrugged. “Go right ahead. I’m Y/N, by the way.” A song came on as you got into position.

He smiled and stood in the center. You were a bit confused as to why a backup dancer was in the center where the idols should be, but you said nothing.

“Hoseok,” he said and began to dance.

You were stupid to not realize that he was one of the idols, but because you didn’t know, the two of you hit it off well. You became great friends, and eventually a couple.

“Are you okay?” Yuri asked, and you were brought back from dreamland.

“What?” you asked, blinking at her in confusion.

She stopped walking and stood in front of you, worry etched on her youthful face. “You look like you’re going to faint any minute,” she said, cupping your face with one hand while the other was placed on your forehead.

You smiled weakly. “I’m just tired. Really tired.” You laughed.

She looped her arm through yours. “We need to find help before you collapse.” The two of you began to walk again. “Tell me about yourself,” she said, patting her hand on yours.

You laughed. “I’m not that exciting compared to you.”

“You never know. Plus, I want to know more about you. I feel like we could be great friends after everything we’ve been through together.”

You smiled, knowing what she was trying to do, and you were grateful. “Well I own a dance studio where I hold classes to experienced people and new people.”

She gasped. “Oh, that’s very interesting.” She turned to smile at you. “Tell me more.”

You smiled and began to tell her about yourself, keeping yourself awake.

The two of you were practically dying of laughter. She was wiping away the tears as you two stopped to catch your breaths. “So he just fell right on top of the cake?” she asked, trying to even her breathing.

“Yeah, he tripped right over his own feet and landed on his birthday cake. It was the greatest moment I have seen ever,” you laughed, wiping away your own tears.

“You have to tell me more about your clumsy boyfriend,” she said, looping your arm in hers again as the two of you began to walk.

“Well there was this one time—” You stopped talking as you stared up ahead.

“What it is?” she asked, worry blending itself in with her voice.

“Do you see that?” you asked, pointing up ahead. She followed your direction and not that far ahead were blinking lights. Red and blue lights. “I think—” she interrupted you.

“Help is here,” she whispered, glancing at you with such hope that you nodded to confirm her hopeful beliefs. She beamed as she lightly dragged you. “Come on! Let’s get out of here.”

You nodded happily and followed her. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as the two of you got closer and closer to the flashing lights. You’ve been stuck in these damn woods for two days, so you felt your feet moving a bit faster. The two of you ran onto a parking lot and stopped to catch your breaths. You could see two guys next to the police car. The guy talking to the police did not look familiar to you.

Yuri quietly gasped before she began to cry. “Jiseok!” she yelled. The unknown man looked up and met eyes with Yuri. The two of them broke into a run towards each other. She was in his arms within seconds. You could hear the two of them crying, kissing one another, and telling each other how sorry they were.

“Miss?” You looked away to see the police officer standing next to you. “Are you Y/N?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yes I am.”

He looked relieved as he brought his hand up to his radio and began to talk into it, “This is officer Kihyun. The missing person Y/N has been found along with Yuri.”

“Y/N,” Yuri said, coming up to you along with Jiseok. “This is my fiancé, Jiseok,” she said, placing her hand on his forearm.

You smiled at him, and were in his arms within seconds. You froze from the sudden action. “You saved her. Thank you so much. I am forever in your debt,” he cried before taking a step back. He wiped away his fallen tears.

You shook your head. “Yuri saved me. I’m the one who should be thanking you,” you said. Officer Kihyun came up to you and placed a blanket around your cold body.

“The ambulance will be here within ten minutes to take a look at you and bring you to the hospital,” he said to both you and Yuri.

“I’m not hurt,” Yuri began, “but please tell them to hurry. Y/N has been in there for days. I want to make sure she’s okay.” You smiled gratefully at her.

Officer Kihyun’s radio went off, but you didn’t hear it because all you heard was a familiar voice call your name. You froze and your heart was racing as you turned to look past the officer.

Off into the distance you could see a panting Hoseok staring right back at you. He was wearing grey sweats and a black hoodie, and to be honest, he looked like a mess. However, to you, he looked so beautiful. So comforting, and safe. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe. “Hoseok,” was all you said before you were slowly taking off towards him. You were running towards him, but you felt yourself dragging your feet. You fell, but Hoseok was quicker and caught you in his arms. “You’re here,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his own against your waist. “You’re here. You’re here,” you repeated yourself as if it wasn’t true. He was holding onto you so tightly you couldn’t tell whether you were shaking or if he was. You slightly moved back to see that his eyes were red, and tears were rolling down his cheeks. Your hands went to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing away his tears. “Please don’t cry,” you said, your own voice breaking.

“I thought I lost you. I thought I lost you for good. I was so scared that I would never find you.” His forehead rested against your own. “I love you so much. I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m sorry for not being there for you. I’m sorry for being such a horrible boyfriend. I love you, Y/N. Please don’t ever do that to me again. Don’t leave me like that again. Don’t leave me alone. I love you so much.”

“No. I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m so sorry for making you mad that day. I’m so sorry for fighting with you. I’m so sorry for everything. I love you, Hoseok,” you said, closing your eyes.

His lips met your chapped ones. “I love you,” he said between kisses. Your heart was racing. You felt lightheaded. A familiar feeling you welcomed happily.

“Y/N.” The two of you broke away. You turned to see Yuri standing next to Jiseok and the officer. “The ambulance will be here in five minutes,” Officer Kihyun said, and you nodded.

You looked towards Yuri and smiled. “I hate hospitals, so I’m going home.” You nodded, watching her as she held out her hand. You took it, but she turned it over to write on your arm. “This is my phone number. Call me when you’re out of the hospital. I’m going to take you out for a spa treatment.” You were ready to decline, but she interrupted your unspoken words. “I’m not taking no for an answer. You helped me find Jiseok, so this is the least I can do.” She smiled and left without you uttering a word.

You looked towards Hoseok and smile. He smiled back and gave you a sweet kiss. “Is there anything I can do for you?” he asked, kissing you again.

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Just hug me please.” He complied, holding you tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. So much, Y/N.”

 -Hartwood

~ airport adventures ~ preference ~

Dan:

Whenever you and Dan go on trips, whether it’s for YouTube events, conventions, or just for a vacation, he always helps you in anyway he can to make your airport experience relaxing. We all know that staying at an airport during a 6 hour layover can get boring and exhausting.

Dan would offer to carry your luggage, even though he’d be holding quite a few of his own. You’d refuse his help, but he’d keep pushing you until you say yes. It made you laugh, thinking how Dan would never voluntarily exercise, yet he’s inviting himself to lift additional weights.

When looking for a place to eat, Dan is willing to go wherever you would want to go. McDonalds? Sure. Panini’s? No problem. Sushi? Whatever you want sweetheart. Not only does he let you eat wherever, he pays for it too.

After a few hours, the exhaustion sets in. Sitting down at the terminal waiting for people to start boarding, you could feel your eyelids getting heavier and you start to yawn. Dan would pull you closer to him and you rest your head on his shoulders. His steady breathing lifts his shoulders up and down, lulling you to sleep.

~•oOo•~

Phil:

Phil would be the greatest company you could ever have at the airport. His fun nature keeps you alive and excited, never a dull moment. Anytime the two of you get stuck with a hefty layover, the first thing on both of your minds is to wander around the airport. You would go into every store, one by one, checking out all of the goods the airport has to sell.

Whenever you come across small souvenirs, Phil immediately spots for the ones with your name on it. He has been buying you all sorts of goods with your name, leaving you with a box full of goodies back at home.

Few hours will pass and your arms would start to hurt from dragging a suitcase behind you. He’d offer to take the bag every few seconds, each time with a response of “no, I’m fine”. Eventually, he would convince you.

When arriving at the terminal, you notice how packed it is. Unfortunately, there aren’t any seats that are adjacent to each other, only single seats between people. You consider standing, but Phil motions you to sit down. You ask him where he plans to sit and he just answers “I’m not going to”. You ask him if he’s sure and he responds “absolutely”.