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knowledgeabletrash · 11 months

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I have so many feelings about the first Hunt and it’s aftermath from 2x08 & 09! Apologies for the word-vomit below this.

I never thought it would happen, but dare I say, Travis has become one of my favorite characters this season.

As an older sibling, I was right there with Travis these last two episodes. His guilt and grief in Storyteller hit very close to home for me and I just.

Right after the crash, everyone looked to Travis to take care of Javi, even when he was still trying to process the fact that he had just watched his father fall out of a fucking plane. He dug up his father’s rotting corpse in order to get a ring to help Javi grieve and remember their dad. He spent months walking 7 miles in every direction every day looking for Javi. And after all that, Javi still died. Not only did Travis lose his father, but now he’s lost his brother for the SECOND TIME. To make it worse, Javi was safe, he wasn’t picked! But then Travis decided to protect Natalie, and from the looks of it, he was ready to take her place; he threw himself in front of the door behind her and stood with a knife at his throat (for the second time oh my god these girls). I missed it before, but Travis looked to Javi and whispered his name after the Hunt went after Nat, he asked Javi to protect Natalie when he couldn’t. And doesn’t that make it so much worse? Up until then, Javi had been running away from the violence. Travis asked him to step up and take care of Natalie, someone they both grew to love. Javi became just like his big brother, and he died for it.

Side note: Travis is a better man than me because if that was my sister trust and believe I’d have done more than send them on a guilt trip, even if I was starving!! Not to soft quote Queen Ramonda here but HAS HE NOT GIVEN EVERYTHING?! His dad died while helping the girls put on their oxygen masks during the crash, Javi died so that the rest of them wouldn’t starve. His whole family died saving the Yellowjackets! Ben didn’t eat Jackie OR Javi and he’s still alive and kicking and burning down cabins, our girls SICK AND TWISTED (said with love). Even in the Donner Party, they made sure they ate in separate groups so that families would not have to eat each other or watch as their loved ones were eaten.

Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of people harping on Travis for telling Van that they should all be ashamed of what they did, and god it makes me so upset. Y’all can excuse hunting your friends and cannibalism but not a grieving teenage boy lashing out after the murder of his little brother??!! Like, the first thing Travis did when he saw his brother’s body was try to untie his hands because he’s not an animal he’s just a kid, and then cradled him like a baby, only to have his body taken from him moments later to be dismembered and butchered.

As the youngest of the survivors, Javi was someone who, by normal conventions, should have been protected by the rest of the group. Of course Travis needs them to be ashamed of what they did, he blames himself for Javi’s death just as much as he does then, if not more!! Travis was supposed to protect him and he failed him!!

I understand that Travis is not a fan favorite by a long shot and Van is one of the most popular characters in the show, which might be skewing the perception of this scene a bit, but I think the people who are dunking on Travis here are missing the point a little? Yes, Van gave him some brutal honesty and was well within her rights to do so. However!! Travis also gets to be pissed at the Yellowjackets. The fact is: they absolutely SHOULD be ashamed, but they’re not. They fully COULD HAVE saved Javi, but they didn’t. Javi was not the one who drew the card, but he died anyway. Why was Javi’s life worth less than Lottie’s, who might have died on her own? Because they liked her more? Because he was more expendable? No matter how much you justify it, Javi did not NEED to die. None of it was fair. That’s the point, that’s the tragedy of it all!

Lottie Matthews really dropped the thesis of the show: “Is there a difference?”

It doesn’t matter if there was some supernatural entity out there who “chose” Javi to die, it would have happened anyway. It’s much easier to stand by and watch a boy drown than to do the killing yourself. They were starving, he was there. Even if the Wilderness chose, the Yellowjackets chose, too.

Circling back a bit, I also want to talk about the difference between the two instances of cannibalism on this show: how they’re similar and different.

When Shauna and Travis discover their loved ones bodies (both frozen might I add), they assume very similar positions, kneeling by their heads and touching their faces. Both of their death’s were caused by the collective inaction of the rest of the group. The person who takes the first bite was the person who loved them most, thus giving permission to the others to eat and spurring on the feeding frenzy.

Jackie was an accident, Javi was on purpose. When Shauna found Jackie, she screamed and was in denial, trying to shake her awake. Travis was almost completely silent, only whispering “I’m sorry” and cradling Javi’s head in his lap. They held onto Jackie’s frozen corpse for months so Shauna could grieve her, but they took Javi away from Travis after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. They ate Jackie whole like vultures, but they butchered Javi like an animal. The process of eating Jackie took a long time, almost three months from her death to consumption. Hell, she was slow roasted. With Javi though, “it all happened so fast” he was dead, cleaned, and eaten all within a few hours.

Shauna ate Jackie’s ear first. Jackie was driven into the cold by Shauna’s words. Travis ate Javi’s heart first. Javi went after Natalie because Travis loved her and because he loved Travis.

I’ve seen people say that the progression to the Hunt was too sudden and a result of bad writing but I’m going to have to disagree! Just from the parallels between Jackie and Javi’s deaths alone you can tell these writers know their shit. The Hunt has been teased since Doomcoming back in S1, the bloodthirsty side to the Yellowjackets has long been set up (Not!Tai eating Jackie’s face, Misty pushing Crystal, Shauna beating up Lottie). All season, we have seen various characters talking about eating another person multiple times (Misty and Crystal with the bone broth, Gen and Melissa about Crystal’s body, Mari and Misty both threatening Coach Ben), so they’ve had cannibalism on the brain for a while before they decided to Hunt. I’d go so far as to say the first signs of the Hunt were back in 1x01 with the girls icing out Allie for the greater good so they could win nationals. Them shunning Jackie solidified that the Yellowjackets were more than comfortable singling out and dehumanising one of their own, so long as the rest of the group deemed it necessary.

Cannibalism also is probably one of those things that gets easier the more you do it? Like they definitely would have Hunted and eaten Travis during Doomcoming if they had already taken the first step into cannibalism before then. Once they ate Jackie, all bets were off. The Wilderness “refusing” to let Lottie die was just a convenient excuse, they were hurdling headfirst into hunting their friends for sport looooong before then.

All this to say the Season 2 finale destroyed me and these are only Some of my thoughts about it. I’m not even TOUCHING the Natalie stuff yet.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #travis martinez #van palmer #yellowjackets season 2 #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #javi martinez

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mini-kunoichi · 10 months

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One Chance, pt.2

I wanted to add a little more to this before posting it, but I'll be busy for the next few weeks and I didn't want to leave y'all hanging. One of these days, I'll come up with my own header/line breaks. Just not anytime soon.

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon x OC

Summary: What happens when you put Daemon and Addie together? Peak Youngest Sibling Energy, apparently.

Warning: swearing, hints at parental abuse, Daemon being a menace.

Many thanks to @em-writes-stuff-sometimes for beta reading and translating the High Valerian for my lazy ass.

Part 1 Here; Read on AO3

Daemon waited a few days before bringing up the idea of Adelayde staying at the Red Keep for the duration of their courtship. He would stroll the gardens with her every afternoon, and it quickly became the highlight of his days. Despite her family being only slightly above Small Folk, the lady proved herself to be intelligent and quick-witted. Once Daemon was sure he wanted to continue the courtship, it was time to put his plan into motion.

It didn’t take much to convince Adelayde’s parents to have her stay. Her father was too ambitious to decline and her mother seemed intent on pushing her daughter on him. His brother was harder, but not by much. Once he was able to speak to Viserys privately (and therefore openly) about his reasoning, his brother did not put up too much of a fuss. In fact, he seemed to think it was a lovely idea. Though he did make Daemon promise to “do things properly.” The Queen and her cunt of a father objected on behalf of “propriety” or whatever-the-fuck, but Daemon didn’t really care about them.

The hardest person to convince was, surprisingly, Adelayde herself. When Daemon brought it up to her, she suddenly became agitated.

He was leaning against a wall in the garden, arms crossed, watching her pace and wring her hands.

“I don’t see the issue,” he said eventually. “You will have a much more comfortable life here. You can have a life away from your parents.”

Daemon really didn’t like Lord and Lady Mullendore. They were both overbearing, though in very different ways. He had already suffered through a handful of dinners with them. Adelayde was such a different person when her parents were around; meek, quiet, and submissive. Everything he didn’t want in a wife. He would have thought she would want to be away from her parents.

“Daemon, I don’t know anyone here,” Adelayde replied.

“You know me. And Rhaenyra.”

“That’s not . . . that’s two people out of hundreds.” The hand-wringing got worse, and Daemon pushed himself off of the wall to take her hands in his own. She started to shift from foot to foot instead. It was annoying, but not as self-destructive.

“You will flourish here. I know you will. Especially without your family holding you back.” He had learned early on that honesty fostered honesty with Adelayde. Though how she always knew whether or not he was being honest was currently lost on him.

“My family doesn’t hold me back,” she replied with a frown.

“Well, your parents sure as fuck do.” Her frown deepened, but she didn’t reply. She knew he was right.

“Does not knowing anyone in King’s Landing really bother you that much?” he asked.

Adelayde let out a resigned sigh before saying, “I suppose I should be used to solitude by now.”

“So there should be no problem, then.”

“The place was familiar, though. I had my brothers. And a cousin.”

“I will keep you company,” Daemon said confidently.

It wouldn’t be too much trouble, he figured. They’d had interesting conversations thus far, and she’d even asked him to teach her High Valyrian. Lessons would surely take up much of her time. But instead of happily agreeing (as most maidens would), Adelayde’s nose scrunched in distaste.

“Surely we would get sick of each other.”

Nonsense. No one ever got sick of Daemon Targaryen. Though, he supposed he might become sick of seeing her. Right now, Addie was like a shiny new toy, and he did have a habit of tiring of his paramours rather quickly.

“Well, I’m sure you can find a way to occupy yourself,” he replied eventually.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I suppose I can spend time in the library when you become boring.”

The nerve of this woman.

– – – – – – – –

In the end, it was agreed that Addie would stay at the Red Keep for the duration of their three-month courtship. After that period, her return to the Uplands would be decided based on if and when a wedding would take place.

She was moved to more permanent (and lavish) quarters and assigned handmaids who tended to everything from dressing her to serving her meals and preparing baths. She found it discomfiting.

Being from a minor house, Addie was not used to having such attention. Sure, her father employed cooks, housekeepers, and the like, but nothing as elaborate as handmaids. They were surprisingly understanding, however, and mostly kept to themselves when not performing their duties. One of them even took it upon herself to acquire thread, cloth, and needles so that Addie could work on embroidery.

The little bluejay visited a few more times. No one ever acknowledged the bird and it never sang, so she ignored it each time.

Now that she had been moved to a new room, her father insisted that they break their fast as a family every morning. He always insisted she dismiss her handmaids so that they could “talk as a family.” It was the worst part of the day.

“You will not fuck this up for me,” her father growled, the same as every other morning.

“I won’t, Father,” Addie replied the same as every other morning.

“You’d better not,” he continued. “My place at court depends on this match. If he finds out you’re fucked in the head, he’ll reject you and it’ll all go to shit.”

I am not ‘fucked in the head’, she thought to herself bitterly, though she didn’t dare say anything out loud. Such defiance had major consequences.

She was saved from having to respond when her mother spoke up.

“Addie is a clever girl. She has navigated court politics quite well thus far. And the Prince seems taken with her.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion,” he spat. “Speak out of turn again and there will be consequences.”

The rest of the meal was eaten in tense silence.

— — — — — —

Addie was uncharacteristically reserved in the days leading up to her parent’s departure. Daemon still had certain duties with the city watch and Rhaenyra had taken it upon herself to entertain her, which he appreciated.

It was kind of the Princess, but the two did not really have much in common. Rhaenyra enjoyed the many forms of hunting; and while Addie was perfectly happy to visit the hawks, hounds, and horses used in such activities, she disliked the killing of animals. Rhaenyra’s assurance that the meat would be used in the kitchens made her feel only slightly better.

— — — — — — —

Daemon took it upon himself to tutor his potential bride in High Valyrian. Partly because the palace tutor had decided she was “too simple for such a task,” (where he’d gotten such an idea was beyond Daemon’s comprehension) but mostly because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Adelayde was a surprisingly quick study. And Daemon was a surprisingly good teacher. The only problem was their motivations; Addie intended to learn and Daemon intended to flirt.

This led to the woman’s never-ending frustrations and the prince’s never-ending amusement.

“Would you get your hand off my leg?” she hissed through her teeth.

“Whatever for?” Daemon asked innocently.

“I am trying to learn.” She smacked his hand off of her thigh, but he quickly replaced it.

“Say it in High Valyrian and I’ll consider it,” he replied with a smirk.

“Aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore ondurās.”

“Close. Kirimvose, aōhi ondos hen ñuha pore nādīnās. Manners go a long way, you know.”

Addie’s eyebrows pinched slightly as she processed the sentence. It’s rather cute. Not that he’d admit that out loud.

“What does ‘kirimvose’ mean again?” she asked eventually.

He answered with a smirk and she smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. Addie had taken to delivering light swats or kicks when provoked—as long as they were alone, that is. Daemon understood the importance of appearance within the court and society, but he appreciated that she had become comfortable enough to treat him as an equal. He once asked her if she treated her own brothers with “such brutality” and she replied that she did not. She hit them harder.

“I’m not saying please when I’ve already asked you several times,” she stated primly.

Daemon compromised by scooting his chair closer to hers and draped his arm over the back of her chair. Addie shot him an annoyed look that made her look a little bit like her mother. She opened her mouth to make a smart retort when they were interrupted.

“I believe the lady has asked to not be touched,” came the cold voice of Criston Cole, their assigned chaperone for the afternoon. He had been the one to chaperone them a lot lately, probably instructed to spy on them by either the Queen or the Hand.

Addie turned to look at him, gave him one of the most judgemental and condescending once-overs that Daemon had ever seen, and replied, “I am perfectly capable of handling myself, Ser Criston.”

The knight hung his head and mumbled an apology, thoroughly humbled. Once Addie’s attention was back on the books, Daemon shot the knight a haughty smirk.

#daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon x oc #daemon targareyn x oc #hotd fanfiction #hotd fanfic

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nohoney · 9 months

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omg k sweetness! sweetness!! I have a question and a small req… how is touya’s bond with his family/siblings and could we get a drabble of it pretty please (my hc is that touya is the big cool older brother and has a relatively ok bond with his siblings while sometimes awkward, it still doesn’t deter him from bullying poor shoto)

ty for clarifying bb! i almost thought this ask was for us series! touya and was gonna go well actualllyyyy he doesn’t＼(º □ º l|l)/ and didn’t want to write a downer for a cute ask about siblings lol

i headcanon that he has a decent bond with his siblings! touya is kind of like the “i’m going to mcdonald’s ur coming with me” kind of older sibling instead of the “i’m going to mcdonalds what do u want” sibling

Four sweet treats are packed inside a small box and a cake is packed inside a medium sized white box. Touya taps his phone to make a payment and declines needing a receipt. He grabs the smaller box and hands the bigger box to his younger brother that accompanied him to the bakery. “Here, carry that and be careful. I need to text Fuyumi that we got the cake.” Touya says as he opens the door to exit out the bakery and walk back to the car. “Shouto, do you remember what else she said we had to get?”

“She said we need to get the flowers too and that the bouquet she ordered should be ready for pick up.” His younger brother answers, “Can you get the door for me?”

Touya opens the passenger door side of his car for his younger brother, watching as he ducks his head down first and makes sure both feet are in before shutting the door. He sets the smaller box of treats into the backseat before starting up the car and putting in the location for the florist that he needed to stop by.

Shouto looks back at the separate box of baked goods and asks, “Why did you get more dessert? Is it for mom too?”

“No, it’s for (Name).” Touya answers as he sets the directions and begins to drive towards the new destination.

“Why? She’s not here. You said she couldn’t make it because she got sick.” Shouto points out, making sure to hold the box steady in his lap.

He watches his older brother look at his blind spots before using the turn signal to switch lanes. “I’m gonna give it to her when I head back home to her, duh.”

“Did she ask for them?”

“No, she just expects me to bring her something. And she’ll bitch at me if I come back with empty hands for not getting her something when she wasn’t feeling good.”

Shouto leans his head back against his seat, shaking his head a little to get his bangs out of the way of his vision. Touya’s girlfriend was always really nice whenever she came to visit, she always asked him questions about how he was doing and what he liked. He was a little disappointed that Touya announced she wasn’t able to make it for family dinner due to being unwell.

“Are you supposed to do that kind of thing? For girlfriends?” Shouto asks, his eyes looking to the GPS displayed on the screen for how close they are to the florist.

“Depends on the girl. You’ll find out whenever you start dating.” Touya takes one hand off the wheel and reaches over to ruffle his younger brother’s hair, chuckling when his hand gets swatted away and he’s told a firm ‘stop that.’ It was funnier to mess with Shouto as a teenager seeing as he could actually talk back and sass him. Back then he would just get a time out or reprimanded.

The car pulls into the lot for the florist and Touya is looking for a nearby parking spot. He lowers the volume of the music to concentrate on finding a spot and curses under his breath that the lot seems really packed.

“Touya, it’s Natsuo.” Shouto points out.

The car jerks to a stop and both brothers lurch forward, their seatbelts doing their job of keeping them strapped in. The cake is still safe.

Touya honks the horn of his car and rolls down his window to wave over Natsuo along with a sentimental call of ‘hey dipshit!’ to get his attention.

Natsuo comes up the driver side, holding the bouquet in his arms and peering in to look at both of his brothers. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We were picking up the flowers, why the fuck didn’t you text me that you were gonna get them instead?” Touya asks with a slight annoyance in his tone. If this was already gonna be taken care of by someone else then he wouldn’t have wasted his time to fetch it himself.

“I texted you but got the automatic message that you were driving so I texted Shouto instead.”

Touya turns his head and glares at his younger brother. Shouto carefully reaches into his back pocket to pull out his phone.

“Natsuo texted that he’s gonna pick up the flowers-“ Shouto reads his notification.

“Fucking thanks Shouto!”

#thank you for the cute lil ask bb!#k.inbox

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cloveswifey · 1 year

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Secret

Parings: Sarah Cameron X Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Secret relationship, Kissing, work?

Words: 1004

As siblings, you and your sister Kiara often held opposing viewpoints, but your most vehement disagreement centered around kook princess Sarah Cameron. Kiara regarded her as a loathsome, treacherous ex-friend who had marred her time at kook academy. They had started out as pals, but the friendship ended inexplicably, causing Kiara to conclude that Sarah Cameron was a malevolent presence. She was the one who had callously abandoned your sister and never bothered to reconcile. Hearing all of this should have triggered an alarm within you, warning you about Sarah Cameron's unsavory nature.

Unfortunately, things didn't pan out that way. Perhaps you were not the best sister, or worse yet, a lousy person all around, but you didn't give it much thought. Sarah was magnetic, attractive, humorous, and intelligent, and you couldn't resist her charm. You soon realized your massive crush on her only two weeks into the school year. At a kook party months later, you finally mustered up the courage to talk to her, and from that moment on, you were captivated.

In light of all this, the sayings about blood being thicker than water didn't hold much credence in your book. You had resolved to wholeheartedly support Sarah Cameron, and you could never reveal your true feelings about her to Kiara.

While covering a shift for Kiara, someone unexpectedly poked you in the sides, causing you to spin around. It was Sarah, grinning slyly at you.

"What are you doing here?" you whispered, surprised to see her.

"I'm rescuing you," she declared, giggling before taking the empty tray from your hands and placing it on the counter.

"But I'm only halfway through my shift, and I'm supposed to be filling in for Kiara. If she discovers I'm gone..." You begin to fret.

"Don't worry. I'm incredibly stealthy, and no one will be the wiser," she reassured, leaning in to give you a tender and quick peck on the lips before you could react.

"Sarah!" You grabbed her hand and hustled her outside to the rear of the establishment.

It wasn't just Kiara who had issues with Sarah Cameron; after learning of their encounter, your father loathed the Camerons as well. They were self-absorbed, money-grubbing individuals who only cared about those in the Eight with fortunes comparable to theirs. You and Kiara were kooks and nowhere near their level.

"If my father catches us..." You panicked, while Sarah simply giggled and bit her lip.

"Calm down, babe. You're overreacting. No one will see us," she insisted.

"Look, my car is just over there. We don't even have to go anywhere else. We can head back to my place, take a dip in the pool, and hang out in my room," Sarah suggested, trying to be alluring as she ran her hand up and down your arm.

As she ogled your physique, you frowned and replied, "I'm supposed to finish a shift."

Sarah pleaded with you, "There's only a few more waiters there. Can't you just tell them you're sick, please? We haven't hung out in days!" A pout formed on her lips.

You thought about how you've been working relentlessly as the tourist season picked up, taking all of Kiara's shifts while she hung out with friends. For once, you wanted to enjoy yourself and do something pleasurable. "I mean, I guess," you finally relented, shrugging your shoulders.

Sarah enthusiastically exclaimed, "That's my girl!" and embraced you, locking lips.

As you reciprocated her affection, your tongues intertwined, and her hands wandered up and down your waist, while yours tangled in her hair, eliciting soft sighs from her lips.

As you heard the back door creak open, you hastily disentangled from Sarah and took up a casual stance. She quickly hid behind a stack of crates, ducking down low.

Kiara strolled in looking bewildered to see you outside. "Hey, what are you doing here?" you asked, coughing to clear your throat. It felt like a toad was lodged in there.

"I just got back from being with JJ, and dad told me you were gone – so I came out to look for you," Kiara explained, scanning the back alley of The Wreck with suspicion. "What are you doing out here?"

"Nothing...just chilling," you responded in a laid-back tone, trying to seem unfazed.

"Right," Kiara said, nodding her head skeptically. "By yourself, outside."

You fidgeted, "Yeah. But you know what? I'm not feeling so good. I think I might throw up, so I'm gonna go rest."

Kiara frowned, "Did you tell dad? Your shift isn't over yet."

"Not yet, but I will. I just need to get some fresh air," you said, bringing your nails up to your lips and lightly biting them.

"Fine, I'll tell dad," Kiara replied exasperatedly, turning to leave. She paused briefly, looking back at you.

"You're acting really weird, by the way." With that, she disappeared back inside The Wreck.

As Kiara left, the door slammed shut, and you heaved a sigh of relief. Sarah appeared from behind the crates and teased, "I think I got a cramp from crouching down like that."

"That was too close," you murmured, glancing back at The Wreck as she tugged you towards her parked car.

"I should tell them," you muttered.

Sarah stopped in her tracks, stunned that you were considering telling your parents and Kiara that you two were dating. They didn't even know that you were bisexual, let alone in a relationship with Sarah Cameron.

"Are you serious? You want to tell them?" She smiled incredulously.

You nodded assertively. "Yeah, I think they should know that I have a girlfriend. What's the worst that could happen? They tell me not to date you? We're already experts at sneaking around," you said, concluding with a chuckle.

"Alright, when you're ready, we'll tell them. And I'll tell my dad and Rose too that you're not 'just a friend," Sarah agreed, radiating joy.

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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Pitch for a self-indulgent fix it au that I'm too lazy to write but need for my own sake and sanity:

Because Aegon was close with Rhaenyra's boys, he gets very close to her. It's slow at first; he is still Alicent's child, and she can't help but feel some level of resentment towards him, no matter how cruel it is. But Aegon is still sweet on her and her boys; he still craves his eldest sister's praise and attention, he is still just a child, and she can't bring herself to resent him for very long. Once she comes around to Aegon, she starts to include Aemond in things around the palace grounds, and puts a stop to the bullying, because now that she's let one little brother into her heart, she can't leave the other out in the shit storm that is this family. She treats them like she treats her boys, especially after seeing how deep the trauma runs in both boys. She takes care of Aegon when he's made himself sick and lets him hold onto her after Alicent, or her father has had a go at him . she takes Aemond out on Syrax and helps him with his studies. aemond is most fluent in High Valaryian, so they can almost talk 'in code', and they do it to mess with the others quite often. She makes sure both boys have a safe place with her and her boys. Things are still rocky; they're still emotionally used, abused, and neglected by their parents, the whole kingdom is still filling their minds with poison, and they're angry. angry at the world, their family, fate. they take it out on Rhaenyra and the boys at times, but she never turns them away, she helps them. They're still struggling to keep their heads above the water, but Rhaenyra is there, she makes it easier; she holds them up the best she can as she begins to drown beside them.

Bad shit still happens, Aemond takes Vhegar and loses his eye, Luke is on the other end of the blade, and the fight in the hall still happens, but everything is easier. Because they were truly treated like kids, Rhaenyra had more to lose in that moment than Alicent could truly take from her; she doesn't allow Alicent to turn the attention away from Aemond and onto politics and petty feuds. She protected all of them. Aemond wasn't treated like a pawn and scapegoat, Aegon wasn't thrown under the bus, and Luke was forced to carry some of the blame (a healthy, child-appropriate load).

There's a rift, but it isn't as big. Aemonds doesn't grow up as angry, Aegon doesn't grow up to be as much of a cold and impulsive drunkard with the maturity level of a teenager, and they stay relatively close even as the family grows apart. The boys still grow up together, they still have their sister, and they are less susceptible to Alicent and Viserys's abuse and neglect.

When Aegon is supposed to be crowned he runs to the one safe place he's ever known, into his sister's arms, now with the additional protection of his uncle. Aemond and Luke have a confrontation, but Luke is willing to surrender whatever it takes to bring his uncle peace and Aemond can't do it. He never wanted blood, but he thought he should, as his entire life was surrounded by numb violence, his studies full of carnage, his family line had blood on their hands and were dead set on tearing one another apart. But as he looks at his nephew he just couldn't, doing it made him feel sick. Luke was still so little compared to him, still so young, yet willing to give it all up right then and there. It really just turns into a screaming match, both of them in tears, screaming at the world for putting them in this hell hole (they hug it out after). At the end of it, all of Rhaenyra's kids and siblings are safe at dragon stone (Heleana and her children included, I didn't know exactly how to tie her in, but she's here don't worry).

the 'war', though that's and over statement at best, a straight out lie at worst, is an attempt to out the 'king' back on his thrown. Rhaenyra won't give up her siblings, her supporters behind her, her husband and children both ready to fight rough and bloody for their family.

I can just imagine Aegon, who's always suppressed how caring he can be, standing in front of his pregnant sister, knowing she will fight and die for him if need be, because he won't let her lose anything else. He won't take anything else from her. He won't let someone else get hurt because he's a coward. Luke behind Aemond, Jace in front of Helaena and her kids. Deamon taking a stand next to Aegon, giving him a nod of approval. And even if this means war, this is one of the first times any of them has belonged to a true family.

how it ends I'm not 100% sure. full circle redemption, bittersweet end, something in-between. it could go in a lot of ways. I just know that I'm mentally ill thinking about it.

#aegon targaryen #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #deamon targaryen #heleana targaryen #luke targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd #I just want everyone to be ok #just let these kids be happy #please #let alicents kids have a safe space #let them have family that loves them #let them work on their trauma #I dont care how ooc this seems #I NEED this

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 4 months

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The New Solar Opposites Scene: “Sonya’s Choice” (by @avaveevo)

Kara takes a deep breath and sighs in frustration.

Kara: Look. Korvo, Janiz, I did what I had to do, that officer deserved after killing my mom and it’s giving me a lot of thought that Sonya should be one of us.

AISHA: Uh, just to remind you, you do have a time limit.

Kara: snapping I’m fully aware of the time limit!

Kara takes a deep breath and tries to manipulate the two Shlorpian siblings and two AIs calmly.

Kara: Korvo, I had no choice. That man deserve after what he did to my mom. I couldn’t kill him because he’s always been a sick person. Plus, Sonya would be a danger to any harm she faces. As a water bender, I have to do what’s best for her. Even if it means taking vengeance.

MAX: Pfft. Yeah right.

Kara: firmly Sonya, you’re sticking with us.

Sonya: I’m not going with you.

Kara: Huh? It’s okay. That means you can have a home now-

Sonya: I’M NOT GOING WITH YOU!

Thunder clashes as Kara froze in shock.

Janiz: What?

Sonya: You said you what to do what’s best for me… but Kara, if that’s true… why do you also… hate me…

Korvo is shock then gives Kara a death stare.

Kara: N-No! That’s not true! I-

Sonya: then turns her attention at Korvo, Janiz, AISHA and MAX Korvo? You know how to take care of your kids and do anything to protect them. I wanna go with you. Maybe I can learn.

Korvo is shocked by Sonya’s suggestion.

Korvo: Um, I think that’s okay you're certainly coming with me, but I'm not doing a daycare. I mean I am an inventor, an husband, father, brother, a scientist and a team leader, but I’m not sure I can be your parent.

Sonya: Kara and Zuto were either. Kara is shocked and distraught I promise to take care of myself.

Korvo then thinks about it.

Janiz: Korvo this is could be your chance of having another kid. You and Terry always wanted that.

Korvo: But Janiz, I am not sure if I can raise an orphan human teenager.

AISHA: Hey you took great care of the Replicants and Pupa. That girl is getting get herself hurt out there, without parental supervision.

Janiz takes Korvo’s hand.

MAX: Plus, you already saw what Kara and Zuto have done. If they take Sonya, they could lead to a wrong path of growing up.

Korvo sighs.

Korvo: Alright. Well, I suppose this is my chance. walks towards Sonya Okay Sonya, you can live with me and my family.

Sonya smiles and hugs Korvo.

Kara: Ugh! tries to grab Sonya I am not taking any chances-

Korvo grabs Sonya and holds her safe in his arms as Sonya screams, then Korvo kicks Kara in the face.

Korvo: Don’t touch my daughter!

MAX: FUCKING RUN GUYS!

The newly formed quintet then runs to the station with Kara and Zuto chasing after them as the two Shlorpian, human teenager and two AIs made to the station.

AISHA: Stand back everybody! The engine’s pulse should be hitting any moment!

Kara: SONYA! IT’S NOT TOO LATE TO CHANGE YOUR MIND!

The pulse the hitter as the beam where Korvo, Sonya, Janiz, AISHA and MAX are standing on rises up as Kara and Zuto watch in defeat and distraught.

Sonya: Goodbye Kara…

Kara gasps. As the car zooms away, Kara breaks down in tears.

Janiz belongs to @avaveevo

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yo-honolulu-lets-get-it · 3 months

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"I miss sleep." "Sleep is a distant memory. We're surviving on caffeine and baby giggles now."

"Guess who just said their first word today? "No way! Was it 'mom' or 'dad'?" "Actually, it was 'banana.' We need to work on priorities."

"Look at us, a little family outing. How did we become so grown up?"

"Did you hear that? I think they said 'mama'!" "No way, it was definitely 'dada'!"

"I hate seeing them sick. It breaks my heart." "Me too. But hey, we make a good team when it comes to administering medicine and making them smile."

"Ow! Your kid just bit me." "Sh! you're scaring her/him. he/she is teething and doesn't know any better."

"I say we just let the guys babysit." "I don't know..."

"I miss our date nights. Do you think we can get a babysitter this weekend?" "Sure, but only if we promise not to spend the entire time talking about the baby."

"She made a beeline for the mud puddle. I didn't even see it coming." "Good thing we brought spare clothes."

"Uh oh, you're in time out. Let me go talk to mama." "Mama put me in time out too."

"I think we should be a bit stricter with bedtime." "But she's just so cute when she negotiates for 'five more minutes'!"

"Why are they still awake? Bedtime was an hour ago!"

"Okay... don't be mad." "What'd you do?" "I didn't do anything. One of our genius friends decided to swear in front of the baby and they keep repeating it." "s..hit!" "Baby, don't repeat anything your uncles say, okay."

"Why is the baby moving so much. I just want to cuddle them."

"I'm sorry to bother you, but Y/N left me with the baby, and I am terrified I am going to mess something up. Can you please come over?"

"I don't like them. Take it back." "They're your sibling, and we can't exactly just take them back."

"Let's jump in the puddles!" "We can't. You'll get muddy and momma will kill me."

"I not cranky!"

"I have a boyfriewnd." "No! No, you don't. Boys are yucky."

"Come on. It's nap time." "I not tired dada." "You have yawned several times in the last five minutes. We will come back outside after you nap."

"Babe, where is the baby?" "I don't know. I thought you had him/her." baby coos "Give him/her up. He/she is supposed to be sleeping." "Awe.."

"Okay, we're leaving." "You're leaving. He/she is staying."

"Act asleep. Go night night." "What are you teaching them, _."

"Go to sleep. I got him/her."

"Care to explain why our son/daughter just cussed me out?" "Maybe because you and the guys are always cussing around him/her?"

"We're having a baby?"

"Why are you awake?" "The baby is keeping me up."

Mom is away and Dad is trying his best to comfort their upset toddler who is missing her.

Dad is away and Mom is trying her best to comfort their upset toddler who is missing him.

Mom and dad are on a date and leave the 'uncles' to babysit.

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Congratulations for the 800 followers, @kazenomegaminowanpisu ! Hope you'll like this fic!

Welcome to the Family!

Summary: Takuma, Kazuma, and Emma found a new friend at the park. How would Marco and Hanna would react to this furry friend?

"Should we really bring him home, guys? Papa might get mad at us," Kazuma, the second oldest, asked his other siblings.

Currently, the three children of Marco the Phoenix and his wife Hanna are playing in the playground by their street. While running around, Emma, the youngest, found a stray puppy in a box.

"Of course, we should! The poor puppy is all alone! He looks sad too!" Emma argued, hugging the canine close to her chest. Kazuma stared at the animal, uncertain.

"What if it has rabies?!" He argued back.

"No, he doesn't!" The little girl cries out.

"Well, but what if he actually does have it? You might get sick!"

"But I won't! Papa can treat me, anyway!"

"But-" "That's enough, Kazuma." Takuma, the oldest of the three, cuts in. "Stop arguing, you two. Mama would be disappointed if she saw you bantering, again."

"Hmph!" The arguing siblings turned away from each other. Takuma sighed, "And here I thought that Kazuma was supposed to be the serious one out of the three of us."

The said boy huffed in annoyance. "I'm just worried, okay? I don't want you guys getting sick because of rabies!" His eyes teared up but he refused to cry in front of them. Emma and Takuma grew sad from the sight of their usually serious brother and went to hug him.

"Aw, it's okay, Kazuma-nii! I'm sorry for yelling at you, too." Emma pouted, patting her older brother's head gently. Kazuma smiled at the gesture.

"Anyways, we have to go home now. Emma, put the puppy back in the box. We'll carry it on it in case he had rabies." Takuma instructed.

"Okay!" Emma nodded and ran back over to the box. She picked up the box and puts the puppy in there. After that, Kazuma volunteered to carry the box and proceeded to walk home with his two other siblings.

"I hope Papa and Mama agree to this!" Emma chirped happily.

........

"No," Marco said sternly. The kids whined in protest. "But Papa!"

"And I said no," The blond father sighed out, rubbing his forehead. "It might have an owner and rabies-yoi."

"I think we'll be alright, Papa!" Kazuma tried to convince his father but Marco shook his head.

"Then why can't we keep it?!?" Takuma cried out. Marco looked at his children pouting at him.

It made him want to give in but he knew he couldn't do so. If he did, then the puppy might have rabies and bite one of his kids, making them sick. He didn't want that at all. Marco sighed, conflicted with the situation.

"Please, Papa?" Emma pleaded with her infamous puppy dog eyes. "Pretty please?" Their father gulped nervously but shook his head, not wanting to give in.

"I'm sorry, Emma-yoi."

"PLEASE, PAPA?" Now, the twins joined in with their own puppy dog eyes, tripling the effect.

'Oh my god.' Marco groaned in his mind. 'These kids and their darn eyes.' He sighed, before finally nodding his head.

"Fine. We'll keep him. BUT! We have to talk about this to your Mama first, okay-yoi?" At this, the kids started cheering victoriously.

"Yay! Thank you, Papa!" They hugged Marco, making the latter smile.

"Anything for my kids-yoi."

........

Later that evening, as they were having dinner in the dining room, Marco decided to bring this topic up.

"So, we have something to tell you," Marco announced. Hanna perked up at this.

"What is it, dear?" The woman asked softly, now noticing the grins her kids had on their faces.

As for Marco, he sighed, a small smile on his lips. "The kids have found a puppy at the park. They wanted to adopt it-yoi." Hanna gasped, looking at them with sparkling eyes. "Really? Sure! I'd love to have a puppy around the house!"

The blond man sighed again, having known that his wife would agree so easily. "Alright, then. Since this puppy is ours now, we'll take good care of it. But we have to take him to the vet tomorrow, okay-yoi?"

Marco was met with multiple 'of course's as well as 'yes Papa's’ from his kids and wife.

He shook his head fondly at them.

........

"He sure is cute though," Hanna commented as soon as they entered the veterinarian.

"Mhm," Marco agreed, still smiling from how his children's eyes sparkled with his decision to raise the puppy.

"Hello, Ma'am and Sir. Is there anything I can do to help you today?" The vet asked politely, smiling at the lovely couple in front of her.

"Yes. Well, we've recently adopted a stray puppy which was left by its previous owners and wanted to take good care of it-yoi." Marco explained.

"Oh wow... That's awfully kind of you! Did you name him yet?" She asked excitedly. The couple looked at each other, smiling.

"About that..."

Earlier that day...

"Let's call him Doggy!" Emma suggested, petting the little puppy.

"Doggy? Seriously, Emma? Let's name him Sebastian!" Kazuma counteracted. Takuma shook his head at him.

"Alexander would be great!"

"No, Doggy!"

"Nu-uh, Sebastian!"

"Nope, Alexander!"

As the siblings started to argue back and forth, Hanna decided to interfere. "Takuma, Kazuma, Emma! Stop arguing!" She scolded.

"S-sorry, Mama!" Hanna smiled fondly at the three children. They were such a handful sometimes. Then, she asked, "Hey, what are you kids arguing about?"

"We can't decide what to name the puppy!" Takuma answered. "We have different names for him but we can't agree with each other's suggestions!" Kazuma and Emma nodded, "Mhm!/He's right!"

Hanna giggled at their cuteness before speaking. "Don't you guys like that one cartoon show? Stefan and Friends, was it?"

"That's it!" Emma gasped excitedly. "Let's name him Stefan!" Her older brothers agreed happily. "You're right! Stefan!"

Hanna smiled. "Stefan it is!"

Back to the Present:

"Stefan is his name, Ma'am," Hanna answered as she pets the puppy fondly. Stefan sniffed her hand curiously and nuzzles into her gentle touch.

"Such a cute little guy!" she cooed and petted him again.

Marco chuckled at the sight before turning to the vet. "We would like to have Stefan a check-up and vaccination, please-yoi." The lady nodded, writing down the information.

"Well then, let's get started!"

........

Soon enough, Stefan was given a check-up and was vaccinated. Afterwards, the couple went back home, happy with the outcome.

The three kids ran to their parents as soon as they got in the house. "Mama! Papa!"

"Welcome back! How was the vet appointment?" Kazuma greeted happily.

"It was awesome! Papa and I even bought Stefan his dog stuff!" Hanna said, holding up the said puppy in her arms, a colorful collar upon his neck. The children were aweing at the sight.

"Are those our favorite colors? Awesome!" Emma squealed happily as she took the puppy and hold it. Stefan licked her face in appreciation, making the girl laugh. "It tickles!"

The twins were watching in amusement and delight at Emma's reaction while Hanna and Marco chuckled at the sight.

"Thank you very much for letting us keep Stefan, Mama! Papa!" The kids hugged their parents, laughing merrily.

"You're welcome, my dears~!" Hanna grinned while Marco ruffled his kids' hair. "Anything for you, my little troublemakers-yoi."

"Welcome to the family, Stefan!" Takuma, Kazuma, Emma, and Hanna greeted the cheerful puppy.

"Woof! Woof!"

"Stefan says thank you!" Emma giggled, making everyone laugh in amusement.

#marco the phoenix #one piece marco x OC #Marco x Hanna #Hamaco #marcoxhanna_&family #congratulations #@kazenomegaminowanpisu

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hopelesswritergall · 2 years

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If you’re taking TUA requests would you considering writing something where Luther has a cold wnd his siblings (or maybe Sloane?) look after him? Just something nice and sweet uwu🥺 or angsty works if that’s your vibe~

Sick day

A/N: I haven't watched everything from TUA and honestly the only thing i can remember clearly are the i heard a rumour and he went to the moon. Sorry if this is VERY OOC

Please follow, like and reblog it! I would love to see your thoughts on it!

Wordcount: 380

Luther got sick, he hated himself for it. He is supposed to be the responsible one. He is supposed to take care of his siblings, which is why he didn't mention to this to any of his siblings. Just him and the lady who he firmly believes is real, he calls her Annie. He is laying on his bed with a fever of 39 degrees or 102.2 Fahrenheit. Laying there with 2 blankets ( he claims he is cold) and Friends playing on the tv in the background.

Diego and Allison knew something was up when Luther didn't show up for breakfast. Both knowing that he is always there. So they both went to go and see what was up. "Oh my god! What if he is dead?" Allison exclaimed while they were walking though the hallway. "Nah, we would probably hear something right? Or get a letter."Diego quickly said, trying to reassure his sister but also himself. As soon as they came closer and closer to his room they could hear faint noises of Annie they weren't on a break or he was cheating. Diego went (•́o•̀). Diego knocked first but after getting no clear response he just opened it. "Annie look! It's them!" Luther said to Annie who was just the air. "Who is Annie Luther?" a very confused Allison asked. "You mean that you cannot see her?!"he almost said taking great offense to that. How could she not see Annie! "Luther there is no one here except Diego, you and me." Allison said. Diego who had thought about this, how ridiculous it all looked, grabbed the thermometer from the bathroom and shoved it in his ear ( gently of course). "Holy fuck Luther, you are burning."he said as he looked at the display. "Luther, why didn't you tell us?" "Didn't want to ask for help, i'm number one. I should be responsible, being able to take care of a stupid fever."

"Well now you aren't going to be without any supervision. " "We will be watching you Luther!" "As soon as the thermometer says 40 degrees we are calling the doctors!" And that is how the day went, Allison, Diego and even Klaus taking turns watching over him and taking care of their number one!

#five Hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tua3 #the umbrella academy #tua #diego hargreeves #tua fanfic #tua liveblog #viktor hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #tua imagine #tua2 #tua netflix #the umbrella academy s3

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solar--system · 5 months

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⚠️TW Vent, Trauma Dumping⚠️

I saw a post talking about depression and antidepressants and it made me realize we are so much more depressed then we thought. The post was light hearted in talking about an interest OP hadn’t been perusing in months, and it made me realize, we used to have a lot of interests that we pursued. But now we don’t do any of them. Most of our time is spent either at work or in bed, finding pleasure in the different activities I can do from my phone.

So depression is probably worse than we originally thought. Starting antidepressants would probably be a next good step towards bettering our life. But to do that we should go back to therapy, which is scary. To start with we’re now bodily an adult, so everything is on us. We’ve never picked a therapist before, always having our parents setting up our appointments and finding different therapists when things didn’t work out with the last one.

The other problem is that the last time I went to a therapy visit, my therapist told me that they didn’t think talk therapy would work for us. We didn’t know how to take that, partly angry because we’re trying to better ourselves and being told that it’s not working by the person who was supposed to be helping us hurt, and sad because if this didn’t work we didn’t know what else to try. So I’m nervous about seeing a therapist again, but I know it will be good for us in the long run.

And then our mind stumbles through the idea that if we’re going to therapy anyways, why not look into a therapist or psychiatrist that could help diagnose us with DID. Not our top priority, but something we’d like to have.

Then we convince ourselves we’re faking because our life wasn’t that traumatizing.

We were a child raised by children who had been raised by children. Our father wasn’t around, too busy working. Our mother, without realizing it cared for herself more than the children she birthed. Her love life always more of a priority then mine or my brothers happiness. But that’s a whole mother can of worms for a different post at a different time. Our older brother was emotionally and a bit physically abusive, which our brain tries to play off as a sibling dynamic, even when we continue to be haunted by some of the things said. We were sexually harassed? Assaulted? By our uncle and older brother on multiple occasions. The father of our younger brother was far more intimate then he should’ve been with us, and much more violent then he should’ve been with our older brother. We’ve battled with autism, and not being understood because of it. More fights revolved around food and misunderstandings, then issues a child should actually be punished for. Countless nights falling asleep at the dinner table, exhausted from crying, over a plate of food we couldn’t convince our mind to eat. Being snapped at after asking the millionth what if question, filled to the brim with curiosity, but then being asked to put a lid on it. We were always viewed as smart and mature for our age. We took that as a compliment not knowing that we missed out on being a kid, on being immature. We made changes to improve our quality of life, only to be fought against by family who didn’t believe in the changes we made, by parents who thought this change meant a loss. Eventually we were driven to live with our older brother, where the abuse continued. I love my brother. Fights could start as conversations, slight disagreements on how things were handled, suggestions put delicately so as to not upset the other. Most fights dealt with him nearly killing his cat, some about how he talked and treated his wife, and the dumbest argument was over us skipping a meal. We were sick, the effect of our older brother sick with Covid, spitting in our face after a fight. We lost our best friend of over a year to disagreements over our lack of emotions and their lack of self care. Now we are haunted by the question of if we are toxic because of the relationship or if the relationship itself was toxic. We lost our animal companion of 9 years and our other animal companion of 5 years the night after Christmas. We had to put our mourning on hold to go get another Covid test, to see if I would finally test negative. We convince ourselves we don’t need these people in our lives, but when it’s quiet we can’t help thinking about them. When they’re around we can’t help wanting to be around them more, and missing them when they leave. But when they’re gone, the pain remains.

I don’t know what to write anymore so I’m just gonna leave this as is. I’m in a piss poor mood now

#actually did #actually dissociative #did community #dissociative alters #dissociative identities #endo dni #osddid #traumagenic did #traumagenic system #dissociative system

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hanmi-xo · 8 months

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CHAPTER 12: "Helping Hands"

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I laid in my bed. My eyes were tired but my mind was awake. I couldn't sleep. What happened felt like a dream.

What Chan said... it couldn't be true right?

I closed my eyes in hopes of what happened wasn't real. Why would Chan like me?

Why?

His words repeated in my head like a broken record.

"I like you."

After he told me that, the bus came. I didn't know what to say to him. All I could do was tell him good night. I didn't know how to react.

On the bus ride home, a rush of emotions hit me. I tried to hide it in front of my siblings in hopes they wouldn't ask about my day.

I buried my face into my pillow. My face was burning from these butterflies he was giving me.

Though I liked it- I was also fearful of it. It didn't make sense for Chan to suddenly like me. He never spoken to me before and now he's coming into my life and saying this to me?

I wanted to bother him about it. But I knew I shouldn't.

Not then at the bus stop, and especially not now.

My siblings were asleep. Their snores filled our room as though it would occupy my thoughts. It didn't, but it needed to.

I need to sleep. I shouldn't be thinking about him. I still have school tomorrow along with my night shift.

I can't be thinking about Chan.

Tomorrow.

I'll deal with everything tomorrow.

"Unnie, you have a cold."

I stared at my sister who held the thermometer in her hand. She was analyzing it with judgement.

"Hmm? Mooma's mick?" Sujun peaked his head from outside our room. He had a piece of toast in his mouth, but I understood what he was saying. ["Hmm? Noona's sick?"]

"Yes she's sick, dumbass," Suyeong spat at our brother with an annoyed expression. "Why else would she be bedridden?"

He glared at her before eating more of the toast in his mouth. "Mgly more. I muh muth maskimg!" [Ugly whore. I was just asking!]

He came to my side and brought his hand onto my forehead. His hand was warm. My siblings looked at each other with worry before looking over at me.

"Will Noona be okay alone?" Sujun asked her.

She crossed her arms with low brows. She moved her lips left and right as she thought about it.

She closed her eyes and an abrupt scoff came out of her lips. She was clearly frustrated.

"Yah," she yelled at him. "How am I supposed to know!? Sick people are never supposed to be alone! Even Unnie would stay with us when we're sick. She'd skip school and not even go to work until we're okay!"

She sighed deeply and put her hand on her face.

"I would skip school to take care of her but I know she wouldn't like that!" She spat.

Sujun glared at her but his eyes shook with emotion. He seemed to be at a lost. He knew he couldn't skip school as well. Even if he did know what to do, he probably would get sick from me.

He looked over at me with worry. "Noona, do you have any friends that can help?"

Friends?

I wanted to speak up, but my throat felt sore. The only other people I have contacts with is Junhui, Minghao, and Chan's friend, Hansol.

Minghao should be the only one she should contact. Junhui is busy with the restaurant and I don't need Hansol telling Chan about me.

That's too much for me to handle. Not to mention with what happened last night.

Suyeong grabbed my phone. She seemed to have an idea of some sort.

"Unnie! Did you make friends like I told you too!?" She quickly says as she tries to open my phone.

Only Sujun and her know the pincode. I told them beforehand what it was just in case an emergency happens.

I watched her moving her fingers around before her face lit up. Sunjun stood by her looking at my phone screen as well.

"You only have a few numbers, but I don't recognize these people!" She quickly says as she shows it to me.

I could see the names of the guys they haven't met yet.

"Should I contact all of them? Wait, but what if they have a girlfriend or wife?" Suyeong gasped in horror. "What if Unnie gets into trouble because of me!?"

Sujun snatched the phone from her. "WHO CARES! WE HAVE TO TELL SOMEONE!"

I watched Suyeong try to argue with him but hesitated. She seemed unsure what to do.

"Yah, you better make it sound normal! Not over dramatic!" She yelled at him with franticness.

He rolled his eyes at her. "Psh, what do you think I'm doing!? THE ONLY ONE DRAMATIC IS YOU!"

She watched as he continued to type things while I tried to speak. Why did I have to get sick now? Why couldn't it be the weekend?

Please just contact Minghao! Don't bother everyone else! He's the only one who won't make things weird! I don't need Hansol or Chan here right now!

I wanted to speak but I couldn't. I tried to sit up and grab the phone from them but I felt myself get dizzy from how fast I moved.

They both looked at me before I felt myself fall back down to the bed.

"UNNIE/NOONA!"

I feel so tired. My body feels so cold.

I heard voices.

They didn't sound like my parents nor did they sound like my siblings. Who was it?

I tried to get up.

The sun was still up. How long was I asleep? Did Suyeong and Sujun leave already?

My body ached with chills running throughout my body. I put my blanket over me before I staggered to the door.

Who was I alone with? Surely not a stranger, right?

I peaked my eye out to see who could be here. There stood two figures. One I recognize and another who seemed annoyed. They were standing at the front door.

"Who the hell are you?" Hansol said towards the young man outside the doorway who seemed to be trying to get in.

"Subin's coworker? Who else!" Minghao yelled.

"Really? What's her last name then?" Hansol said with his taunting voice as he held the doorknob.

I couldn't get a good view of Minghao, but I can see him trying to open the door. His distinct ash blue hair was recognizable, not to mention his voice.

"You bèndàn! Just open the door!" He yelled with his Chinese accent showing.

"As if!" Hansol yelled.

The two boys were bickering as if they little kids. I wasn't sure if I should just silently watch or interrupt the two.

I feel too tired to speak, but I know I won't get any sleep with these two. Plus, Minghao is the type to hold grudges.

I trotted to them, trying not to keep my balance.

I was still tired, and I had a bad head ache. I don't know if it's from the cold or these two boys.

"Open the door," I say.

I watched as Hansol turned around to look at me. He seemed surprised.

"Move!" Minghao yelled before pushing the door open.

Hansol caught himself from falling backwards and Minghao stood there annoyed. He had a bag that had the restaurant name on it. He glared at Hansol before looking over at me.

"Your boyfriend is so stupid!" He yelled while he pointed at him. "All he had to do was open the door!"

I sighed. I could see Hansol grow embarrassed by his words.

"I'm not her boyfriend, jackass!" Hansol spat. It was funny seeing him lose his cool.

Minghao turned around and scowled at him. He was ready to bicker with him.

I swiftly grabbed the bag from Minghao before they could argue.

"Xièxiè," I tell him in a whisper.

[xièxiè (Chinese) - thank you]

I felt the two look at me but I didn't care about their stares. I just wanted these two to stop yelling so I can eat this soup in peace.

I can smell the aroma a mile away.

I sat at the soban while I quietly ate my soup. Minghao and Hansol were both sitting on the couch on different ends.

Minghao was glaring at Hansol while the latter sat annoyed. Hansol sat with his eyes on his phone without bothering to look at him. Minghao's eyes went over to me.

"Junhui said the soup is specially made for sick people. He calls it his 'medicine soup.'" He put two fingers up as quotations on the mention of the dish. "He also said you can come back to work on Saturday. For now, you need time to rest."

I nodded my head silently before drinking the rest of the soup from the bowl. The broth was heavy and made me get a food coma. I wanted to sleep.

"Well, take care of yourself, Subin. Get some good rest." Minghao said before getting up. He put on his black trench coat before looking over at Hansol. "You're leaving too. There's no way a guy like you should be alone with a nice girl like her."

Hansol looked up from his phone and glared at him. He opened his mouth to protest, but ended up scowling.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled. He got up as well. "I was just checking on a classmate. Nothing more."

Minghao watched him before going to the door. "Better."

Hansol looked over at me with narrowed brows. He seemed to have something on his mind. He couldn't look me in the eyes.

"Listen, Subin," he tells me. "Try not to overwork yourself."

He was being sincere, but his tone sounded off.

"I know we aren't supposed to be inside your house, but your siblings contacted us so I came rushing over," Hansol explained.

He looked down and his eyes wandered before making their eyes to me.

"I wasn't the first one here though," he admits.

I stared at him with wonder. A part of me knew who it could have been, but I still wanted to hear it from him.

"Was it Chan?" I asked him. My voice came out as a whisper from my strained throat.

He nodded his head slowly. "He was the first one here."

I felt my stomach do twirls. He really made his way here?

I turned away from him and my eyes wandered the open space within my home. Was he still here?

"He had to leave because he had an exam today," Hansol explains. "He left some medicine for you."

His head turned towards the kitchen counter. I followed his eyes. There laid a bag and a few medications.

"He wasn't sure which one to get you, so he got everything he saw," his voice came out soft.

I stared at Hansol who turned back to look at me. There was something about him that was different. He usually speaks highly of Chan, but right now.. why does he seem... mellow?

His eyes matched with mine before looking away. His face seemed a bit red. It was like I was something he was trying to avoid.

"Y-your siblings were very surprised to see us." His voice came out a bit shaky. "Your sister especially was happy to see Chan."

I nodded my head.

I'm not too surprised by Suyeong's reaction, but I know she'll bother me about him later. As much as I appreciate Chan's presence, this is probably one of the worst ways to meet my siblings.

Who knows what Suyeong might say?

Hansol continued to avoid looking at me. I couldn't see his expression, but he seemed off. I couldn't my finger on it, but he wasn't being himself.

Was he going through something? Did I do something wrong?

There are too many things bothering me. I don't know which one to address first.

"I'll see you around, Subin." Hansol quickly says before heading towards the door. Minghao was still standing there.

"Wait," I called out to him.

He turned around one last time. He seemed surprised.

"If you can... could you tell me Chan's number?" I asked him.

His brows went low. Was he upset? Or was he happy to hear me ask about Chan? I couldn't tell. He was smirking at me, but his eyes looked lost. Not to mention that smirk of his looked forced.

"So you want Chan's number?" He tried to show a hint of mischief.

I felt embarrassed with the way he said it. It was like I was hitting on Chan or something.

"Don't make it sound weird!" I quickly say. I fidgeted with my hands. "I know I should ask him directly, but... I don't know if I can wait until I get better to talk to him."

I felt embarrassed saying this to him, but the thought that I wouldn't see Chan for a while bothered me.

I was getting used to his presence and his random appearance. Was it wrong for me to ask for his number? Should I have just waited until next week?

Hansol sighed before looking at me like a worried parent. "I'll text you it later," he says with a shake of his head. "For now just rest."

He turned back around to see Minghao who one hand on his hip and his other hand up so he can see his watch. He was getting impatient.

"Could you be any slower? Hurry up. I'm not leaving until you leave," Minghao tells Hansol. "I need to get back to the restaurant before the lunch rush comes in!"

The two waved at me before glaring at each other. I watched the two leave with a shut of the door.

I was alone again.

I got up to clean up my mess and brought the plastic containers into the trash can. I stared at medicine laid on the kitchen counter.

Chan.

He came to mind, and I couldn't help but smile. He went through all this for me?

A part of me wished he was here, but a part of me wished he wasn't. It would be selfish for me to ask him to skip class to see me. I can't slow him down.

If I ruin his life, I would never forgive myself. I heard a notification come from my phone. I made my way to my room and picked it up.

I smiled.

"Thanks Hansol."

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ebbarights · 1 year

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america decides liveblog under cut

got spoiled for this one but. probably better for my heart

i feel like no one talks about the amazing distortion in the music since connor's wedding? it's SO unsettling and shows so well how everything is off-kilter now

justin kirk looks so much like a falcon. its unreal

so much tom and greg in this episode so far make it stop

well. mencken sending eggplants to roman. i don't have to finish that thought

everyone says no leak and then tells someone else lmao

screaming at roman giving the finger to shiv in the background before going to see mencken

SOPHIE

roman roy gay sex is never happening on-screen but this is pretty fucking close

okay tom sleepy motif

shiv and tom are both still wearing their weddings rings. interesting

'my father just died' yess fuck it's only been what. a week?

TOM I'M GONNA KILL YOU. IN YOUR FUCKING SLEEP

SHIV

SHIVVY

SHIVVVVVVVVVY

i wish the siblings could stay like this, at least talking to each other and having each other's back in some cases, forever but i knowww that's not happening. i'm pre-grieving this

connor rhyming asdkfljahaskadf

wanna preface this by saying irl i would NEVER think this and irl he's the literal worst who should lose everything dear to him but...... roman's kinda funny this episode eeeh give or take a hundred thousand votes who cares

anyone who has ever said shiv is just doing all of this political stuff for show is eating their words rn

screamed in sync with kendall at tom <3

i know i'm a roman girl but if the season ends with shiv throttling him i would support her. shiv should get to Kill

this episode might be the worst one since connor's wedding

for a change roman's fine and kendall's tummy hurts so bad

i'm so excited to read the articles by the people who said roman is the most likable roy

kendall roy father of the year he remembered his daughter's name and resisted for like three seconds before making a guy president who literally wants her dead <3

'the poison drips' cycle of abuse mention <3 nice way to shirk responsibility though ken

like i said the last time. season of hugs but so few of them are good

wait. does nate have shiv blocked? wtf

this was supposed to be the season of siblings :(

okay i'm going to expound upon my previous point and say i wouldn't just be supportive of shiv killing roman i actively want that to happen i will hand her the knife myself

JESS HOLY SHIT JESS THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

justin kirk is really charismatic though. like what a great choice to play a fascist us president

'nothing happens' - 'things do happen' i think real person / reality motif is my favourite succession motif (second place dog motif third place body motif fourth place water motif no offense ken)

rava confirmed for funeral <3

i feel sick btw. wish i hadn't been spoiled for the episode because the back and forth between shiv and roman would have been even more horrible if i hadn't known the end result

#succession s4 #succession spoilers

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Mine | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five pushes himself to the limit.

Prompt: Feeling their temperature

At times stress can be so deafening that it repels back. It takes over your body and shuts it down as a sign to stop. Most people would stop at the first signs. Five Hargreeves is not most people. He pushes himself to his very limit - until his body completely shuts down and leaves him with nothing. Multiple people noticed his body, giving him red flags of its nearby closure, but he denied them.

Allison saw the incapability to keep his hands steady. Diego noticed his clothes getting messier and tousled - at first, he thought it was because of his girlfriend - turns out it wasn’t. Vanya observed the lost look in his forest-green eyes. Luther noticed his excessive fidgeting. Klaus began to see him secluding himself back into his room. Y/n noticed everything.

Five’s brown hair became greasy and matted. Eyes dull and lack of any shine. Hands shaking and unable to keep still. Pencils not following his hand's movements because of his repeated shaking. Clothes were thrown all over the bedroom. Chalk covered the pale green walls - bed unmade. Coffee mugs going unwashed. Papers askew throughout the room. Manilla folders scattered on the dresser. Blazer no longer being worn, and instead, Five wore his shorts with a white button-up, occasionally a tie.

He loved to push it, didn’t he? Not listening until one day, he collapsed. Practically fainting while staring at his walls full of equations. The siblings and Y/n downstairs until one of them heard a clatter from upstairs. They shared a look of concern. Y/n placed a bookmark in her book, standing up and setting her book on the side table.

Y/n sighed, “Well, I should go see if that was Five.”

They nodded in response. Quickly Y/n made her way up the large stairs. Eventually, she made it outside Five’s door. Knocking on it gently, she called to him and got no response. Taking that as an okay to open the door, she found Five laying on the floor - sleeping?

Y/n scoffed, “You love to push it. You’re gonna kill yourself like this, babe.”

Carefully she lifted his body to the bed. Y/n placed the blankets over him. Five’s face was blossoming with a magenta color. Y/n took the back of her hand, placing it over his forehead. His temperature was high. Five had a fever because he couldn’t take a break. It killed her to see him like this, but karmas had its way. Leaning down, holding her hair back, she kissed his forehead before laying beside him.

Hours later, Five woke, his body curled around someone’s leg as they sat with their back against the headboard. He felt nauseous and groggy. Sweat began to pile at his hairline, and it was rolling down his back. Nosing the person's thigh, he tried to get closer. They reached their hand down to his hair and began to scratch his scalp. A noise - one that could only be described as a purr - erupted from his throat.

“How do you feel, love?” Y/n asked softly.

“How did I end up here?”

“You fainted.”

Five glared up at her, “I’m not joking. I was downstairs with everyone else until we heard a clatter. I came to check up on you, and you were on the floor.” Y/n defended, putting her hands up making Five whine at the absence of her hand in his hair.

“Am I dying?”

Y/n chuckled, scratching his scalp once more, “No, you’re sick.”

“How am I sick?” Five retorted bitterly, “You got too stressed.” Y/n answered.

Five narrowed his eyes at her, “Too much stress weakens your immune system, therefore making you more conscious of catching a cold. Which you indeed caught.” Y/n explained softly as Five laid his hot cheek on her thigh.

“My nurse.”

She snorted, “Might as well be.”

Five fell asleep moments later, hoping to sleep it off. Her hand in his hair felt heavenly. It had been so many days of no affection being in her presence felt so calming. It was slowing his heartbeat into a steady beat instead of his racing. His breathing was turning even - a symptom of falling asleep soon. For once in the past week, he felt at peace curled around his girlfriend. Knowing that he could let down his guard and feel safe. Softly Five left a kiss on the top of her thigh before falling asleep completely.

The following morning Five woke up to an empty bed. It left him pouting. Minutes past and Y/n walked into the bedroom with a tray. Groaning Five pulled himself into a sitting position, back against the headboard as he watched his personal angel. Y/n smiled at him, possibly making his fever worse.

Y/n looked beautiful. Golden rays from the sun reached her body, making her look ethereal. Her hair was ruffled, and her eyes still not fully awake. Clothes askew, but god, did she look beautiful. Her e/c eyes may not be fully awake, but they sparkled in the golden glow. Full of life, love, and adoration for him. That’s what made his throat swell. Y/n was his, all his.

Lightly Y/n placed the tray on top of the bed. Five saw breakfast placed on it along with two mugs of coffee and a tiny cup of pink liquid. Quickly Five’s hand gravitated towards the dark brown liquid, but Y/n moved his hand away with a small smile. Instead, she handed him the little cup with pink liquid. Five took it and smelt it cautiously - it made him grimace.

“It’s supposed to make you feel better.” Y/n stated, cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead.

“It smells gross.” Five replied childishly.

Y/n smiled sympathetically, “I know, my love, but it’ll make you feel better.”

He looked at her and then the cup repeatedly. Eventually, he took the liquid like a shot. Five reached hastily for the coffee, and this time Y/n didn’t stop him. She took her place beside him and placed a kiss on his temple. Five set the coffee cup back on the tray and leaned against her shoulder, picking at the food she brought upstairs.

“Thank you.” Five said suddenly, “For what?” Y/n questioned, kissing the top of his head.

“Taking care of me.” Five answered, kissing her shoulder and playing his temple back on it, “You’re mine to love and mine to take care of.” Y/n stated, making Five’s face light aflame.

Oh, he was so going to marry her.

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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I'm Sick And Tired Of It All

Word Count: 1524

Warnings: Language, Talk About Depression And Anxiety, Intrusive Thoughts

I honestly do NOT care if this is good or bad, I just needed to make this and kinda spread light on how it can be when you're the "therapist friend" or the friend that always has the answer to your problems

And I know no one I know will see this (and if they do they won't know it's me) so I know that I don't have to worry about anyone thinking something about me

So yeah, here is my rant fic

(And here is the rant the fic is based off of)

i’m so sick and tired of being the friend who’s always there to give advice for a relationship when it’s needed

like i love my friend to death, but i can’t fucking help really everything i say i come up with based on what they’ve said and i’m getting so fucking tired of it

and i don’t want to tell them cause i don’t want to hurt them because i have no clue if they talk to anybody else and i don’t wanna leave them stranded without anyone to help them and i’m scared that i may cause my friend to break up with the person their with and idk what to do

i just…idk, i love helping people but i’m sick and tired of always having to help them and whenever i need help and i say i need to talk to someone no one fucking helps besides my mom

and yeah, i love my mom but i hate always having to go to her

i’m sick and tired of saying “i’m okay” when i’m not

when all i want to do is go under the covers and never come out because the second i fucking do something happens and it’s my fault

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Y/N sat on her bed. Legs pulled up to her chest. Lights off. Phone illuminating her face. It had to be about 2 in the morning by now. On and off for the past few hours she was giving her friend advice on what to do in his relationship. She hated this as she was just making it all up as she went along. She had no idea what he was dealing with. She had never really even been in a relationship. She had no idea what he should do about his girlfriends grandmother being so strict. She didn't know what to do after his girlfriend gaslighted him.

She had no clue what was even happening.

Fuck, just last week she was telling her friend to take a break from everything. Focus on the now. Tell people that she needs a break. That she needs time to focus and regroup with herself.

That was what she should be doing. Telling her friends she needs a break. That she needs everyone to just listen to her.

She never understood why whenever she tried to talk about her issues, everyone just would say 'lol same' or 'okay, and?' No one actually helping her.

She did everything she could from making sure they didn't go off the deep end, so why couldn't she stop herself?

The depression had been getting worse that she was struggling to even get out of bed. To be social. To not blow up at everyone because she was tired. But she faked it. Acted like she was okay when she was dying inside. And--

She was knocked out of her thoughts when there was a knocking at her window. She looked over and saw Peter standing in it. His mask was pulled off. She already saw the cuts on his face. She sighed and got up to open the window for him. As he slipped in, she turned on her bedroom light.

When she turned back she let out a sigh. "Go ahead and sit on the bed, I'll get the first-aid."

She heard him give a thanks as she walked out and into her kitchen. Luckily for the both of them, her parents and siblings were all out. Whether they were out of town or at work, it didn't matter as no one was supposed to come home for a few hours.

When she came back to her room, he was only in his boxers. By now she was used to it. Used to Peter showing up in her room at night after he's patrolled the city. She was unfazed by now. She sat down in front of him and started to clean the smaller cuts on him as they would take almost no time.

And she was right. After less than 30 minutes she was done with them. It was when she got to the large cut on his chest. It wasn't deep. And it was as if he was reading her thoughts he spoke, "Came from a knife. I was jumping out of the way when it hit me. I don't think it's that deep really."

"Yeah. It isn't."

As she spoke, she didn't realize just how monotone she sounded. Peter gave her a look that she ignored. She kept her face blank hiding her annoyance the best she could. She didn't want to do this, but she wasn't gonna tell him. She knew he had no one else. Gwen was out of town so it was only her. She hadn't realized how hard she was rubbing the cut until he grabbed her hand and moved it away.

"Alright Y/N/N. I think it's clean."

She looked at him and his face was one of concern. Was that annoyance she saw behind it? Fuck, he knew. He knew she wasn't happy. He knew what she was thinking. Fuck fuck fuck. She felt the cloth fall out of her hand has her breathing quickened. Fuck fuck fuck. He knew. They all knew. They all knew what she thought. Oh gods. They hate her. They're mad. Oh gods. Oh fuck. Oh shit.

Peter grabbed her hands that had been gripping her hair. He pulled them down and tried to pull her in, but she pushed him away screaming, "No! Get away! Get away from me!" Once his grip was no longer on her she stumbled off of her bed and curled into a corner. Rocking back and forth.

She was hyperventilating and she knew it. He kept trying to get close to her but she kept screaming at him. What she was screaming? Who knew. All that he knew was that something set her off. That everything had gotten bad again.

Peter was the only person she trusted. The only person, besides her mother, that she spoke too. However, only once had she gotten mad at him. He wasn't mad at her and knew he deserved it. He had been telling her that she needed to do something and he knew that she knew.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I-I can't. Peter. E-everything. It's all coming down."

He inched closer, "What is?"

"Everything! I-I-I can't k-k-keep doing it! I can't help everyone! I don't fucking want to! I'm sick and tired of everyone coming to me for help but when I need it, no one helps! I'm sick and tired of being the therapist friend who's always there and when they need someone no one is there! I'm sick of saying "I'm fine" when I'm not! I'm not okay Peter! I never will be! It's so difficult to even get out of bed in the morning! I'm tired of it all!"

"Y/N, what happened?"

She pushed his chest, "Nothing fucking happened! Stop always thinking something happened! You don't fucking care! You're just like everyone else! Why do I even try?! I don't care anymore! I don't want to be hated! If I tell the truth everyone will hate me!"

He shook his head, "No they won't."

"Yes they will! If I tell them I don't have an answer or that I can't help them, they'll hate me! I know it! Everyone will hate me if they find out I can't help them!"

His voice was soft, "Who will? Because I can bet they won't."

"Everyone. If I tell them the truth, they'll hate me."

"Well, I won't hate you."

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "I can't do this anymore Peter. The depression. The anxiety. Everything. I feel like I'm just a shell of a person. That I'm not really me. Like I do what everyone else wants, but not what I want."

He nodded, "Okay. Fine. What do you want to do?"

"I-I don't know."

"Alright. Do you want me to stay?" She nodded silently. "Okay. Do you want to go to your bed?" She nodded again and shakily got up before she walked over and collapsed on her bed. He knew that she didn't want anything on top of her. "I'm gonna get myself something to drink. Do you want anything?" She shook her head no and he nodded, "Okay. I'll be right back."

As Peter left the room, she curled into herself. She had done it. She had pissed him off and now he hated her. She knew it. He was just pretending to care. He didn't. She knew that he didn't. Who would like her? She was annoying and clingy. Going into conversations and saying things she shouldn't. Speaking before she fully thought.

Everyone hated her.

She kept repeating it.

Everyone hated her.

She even hated herself.

Why did people stick around? All she did was push people away and piss them off. She never could do anything right. Everything bad that happens is her fault. She was a fuckup. She should have never been born. All that she does is manipulate people into caring about her. No one really does.

"You have manipulated no one into liking you. You are not a fuckup. You did nothing bad. Who said that everything is your fault?"

She turned and looked at Peter. "No one. But it's true. I know it."

He shook his head, "I firmly believe that if no one said it then it just isn't true. Even if you said it. Especially something like that."

"I'm doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Manipulating myself. I'm making myself feel bad about having feelings. About letting it get worse again."

"You've been better, yes. But it's okay. It doesn't mean anything bad. You may be more in-tune to your emotions, but so what? I think it's good that you are. Because that means that you are true in what you do. Your emotions make you, you and there is nothing wrong with that."

"Really?"

He nodded, "Yeah."

She sniffed and wiped away her tears, "I'm sorry for yelling and hitting you."

He shrugged, "It's okay." He grabbed her hand, "Just please talk to me next time it gets bad. Okay?"

"I'll try."

He kissed her knuckles, "That's all I ask."

"Peter?" He hummed in response, "Can you stay?"

He smiled, "Of course."

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because-of-a-friend · 3 years

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Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol.

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you.

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

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