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kalliyen · 2 years

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Having a Procrastinator s/o <3

OT7 x GN!Student!Reader

Reader's Pronouns: They/Them/Their

Genre: Fluff, idk

Word Count: wc is for wimps (its there for each member)

Warnings: Mentions of cuddling, food, light scolding and procrastination~

Disclaimer: This is in no way directed to the boys irl. This is only a work of fiction. I repeat, a work of fiction. Thank you.

*not proof read*

A/N: i have my finals coming soon but choose to write fanfiction instead of studying Algebra #gaslightgatekeepgirlboss ✨✌

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ꕤ Lee Heeseung (234)

So, you were procrastinating for a project as a (course) college student

You haven't come out of your room in 3 hours and the only time you did was either go to the bathroom or bring some more snacks to your room to scarf down on

Heeseung, being the sweet boyfie he was, was very concerned for you.

"Sweetheart? what are you doing?"

"I'm finishing a project thats due at 11:59 later"

"why didn't you do this earlier?"

he fricked up.

as a procrastinator myself, you are to never ask a procrastinator why they haven't done their other task yet.

Giving him a glare that was not playful at all, he felt that he did something very wrong.

"I didn't get to do it because I was doing my other tasks for my other classes. And mind you, this is very hard to do."

More of Hee and the rest under the cut !! <3

"Alright, I'm sorry..I was just looking out for you.." He says with a pout and just as he was abt to leave ur room, you grab his hand and engulf him in a hug and apologize yourself.

"I'm sorry Hee, I shouldn't have exploded like that. Forgive me?" You say with the cutest puppy eyes you can muster

"All is forgiven, my love."

so what if you guys did the project together and then proceded to cuddle while watching murder mystery and falling asleep together so what if that happened

ꕤ Park Jay (184)

See, I think Jongseong is also a procrastinator himself so he isn't quite suprised when you're bolting out and in the room storming left and right getting the materials you need

He's pretty laid back

Until he realizes he also has an assignement due in a day and he's barely started on it

Panick mode ™

He hurriedly open his computer and starts doing research abt the topic and you stop in your tracks

You've never seen your boyfriend type so fast in his life

You swore you could see some smoke coming from his hands

"Babe are you also procrastinating?" "Yeah, I have this big scary term paper I have due in a day and haven't even started yet" he responds not sparing you a glance with how focused he is to finish the paper asap

So, you turn it into a little procrastination date <3

You reward yourselves to a feast (read: Jay's cooking) when you're both done with your tasks

It was a good weekend Y/n would say

They'd never procrastinate for a project as big as that ever again tho

ꕤ Sim Jake (202)

Jake was a very organized student, he doesn't procrastinate.

Smart student™

So he tries everything in his power to help you finish your term paper that you need to finish so your english teacher won't bite your head off

Maybe that was a little to extreme but you get the point right?

He also gave you a light warning and some tips on how to not procrastinate for things like these.

He'd give you little kisses with every sentence you finish

Like I mean, you love it but also don't

Because he's distracting you from finishing the paper!

You tell him that and he backs away a little but still holds you hand under the table

As to not get bored, he decides to read one of your math books

He remembers what it was like to be a student and struggle with these things and such

When he heard you sigh and feel your shoulders loosen up he knew you were done

"I'm done! I'M DONE! I FINISHED IT!"

"Good job Honey! I knew you could do it :D! Let's get some (fav.food) to celebrate!"

Again, so what if you tackled Jake onto the floor and gave him kisses so what

ꕤ Park Sunghoon (241)

Look, as much as I'd love to write for non-chalant bf Sunghoon who'd approach the situation calmly,

He wouldn't.

You were both in this project together and you were both screaming your heads of at each other

Your whole apartment complex was practically shaking with ur screams

"AAAHHH SUNGHOON WHAT DO WE DO THIS IS DUE IN A WEEK AND WE'RE ONLY A THRID WAY THEREEE"

"Y/N IDK WE BETTER DO THIS NOW OR WE'RE GOING TO BE KICKED OUT OF COLLEGE!!!!"

After that fiasco (and being told on by your old lady neighbor to shut up) you calm down and think of a more rational way to solve this

"I know. We perform some black magic and ask the dark lord to finish our project for us"

*cue y/n trying not to throw Sunghoon out of the window*

"that's impossible Hoon. Let's just start now and see where it goes from there"

"yeah that sounds more reasonable"

You end up finishing the project in 4 days <3

"see that wasn't so hard!" Sunghoon says, boastfully

"Hoonie we almost died. This is not something to be giddy about"

"Hey at least we finished the project already, right????"

"yeah i guess so, i just hope we end up having a good grade for it"

" so do i"

*Y/N and Sunghoon proceeds to sleep for 18 hours due to lack of sleep for the past week of being worn out college students*

ꕤ Kim Sunoo (175)

See, he's either also very organised or also a procrastinator

There's no inbetween.

So when he comes home from school seeing papers scattered on the living room floor

He knows whats up

"baby? Are you procrastinating right now?"

"yeah, sorry about the mess..It completly slipped my head I have a mid term this friday" You say sheepishly scratshing the back of ur head

"it's no problem sweetie, we all procrastinate sometimes!" He says with a bright smile

god u love ur bf so much its unbeliveable

He tries to help you in any way he can but he was also very tired so just ended up passing out from tirednedd

You look to your left and see Sunoo sleeping soundly on the couch looking pretty as usual

Feeling a little guilty, you get a blanket from your bedroom and drape it over his frame

You may or may not have gotten a sudden urge to study hard so you can repay your bf with helping u study

You aced your exam btw <3

go bestie

ꕤ Yang Jungwon (155)

Jungwon is the most responsible person I've ever come across in my life

So he never let's his s/o be a procrastinator

unless he's out of town for a bit and comes home to his s/o running around the apartment

calms his s/o down and then analyzes the situation

the most calm one out of the bunch

but also the most dissapointed one

but shows doesn't show it in a harsh way because he doesn't wanna freak you out even more

after he helps you he'd probably go over the things he said on how to not be a procrastinator

even if u didn't like doing it u still had too

Your caring and sweet and cute bf just wanted to help you!

So you accept <3

also doesn't gove you cuddles for 2 days

he says its 'payback' for procrastinating

like ok sir whatver u say 🙄

be glad y/n loves you to bits

ꕤ Nishimura Riki (136)

Ah yes, 2 high schoolers freaking out and cram studying for their end of the year exams

wasn't an unusual sight tho you guys always procrastinate

together <3

your teachers scold u both a lot tho

but hey you're both just two teens with no sense of time

at least i think so idk abt u

ok back to the topic,

you both are cramming for your upcoming Science exam

luckily, the topics were pretty easy for you so u decided to help ur bf to study

he was bery grateful dw <3

after the exams u both celebrated by playing Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros and sleeping alot

the members just see you guys collapsed on the floor from exhaust and leave you two alone lmao

9/10 experience would do again minus the procrastination

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HAHAHA I JUST POOPED 2 ENHYPEN FICS IN A DAY THE POWER I HOLD IS UNBELIVABLEEEE

If you enjoyed please rb! Thank you~ <3 Have a nice day ahead friend!

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daegall · 3 years

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Twitterpated

↳ to feel in love/love-struck

pairing: Lee Donghyuck x reader

Genre: fluff... uh... overall fluff 🤧

Warnings: mentions of death and a dead body (but nobody's dead), swearing (?)

Word count: 3.7k words

A/n: AYO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SUN <3333 OUR BBY <33333 LOL I PROBABLY WONT BE HERE WHEN ITS ACTUALLY HIS BIRTHDAY SINCE ITS LITERALLY A DAY BEFOR EMY FINALS START 💀💀 SO ITS ON SCHEDULE </33

ANYWAYS YEAH HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONGHYUCK!!

alsooo this is part of the first collab made by @renhyucks (thanks bby <33) please do enjoy, and do not hesitate to tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or anything bad i wrote!! thank you!!

(guess who's expert procrastinator and wrote like 50% of this a week before his birthday AND finals </3 thats right </33 finals too </33)

You’ve been bragging about your braggable boyfriend for around a year now, and now you’re worried if you’ve bragged about him too much.

Today is the day. Donghyuck is going to meet your family. After months of postponing and delaying, he’s coming home with you for Christmas, a very big deal for your family, it’s like a big present for them.

"Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Hyuck I’m gonna die. I’m screwed. Tell them I love them.”

You were clearly overreacting, it can never be that bad. Your boyfriend snorts, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you two make your way up the stairs. You wish something happens within the short span of time until you get to the door.

“Babe it can’t be that bad, you’ve told them lots about me, right?” You shoot Donghyuck a quick glare, before nodding a bit reluctantly, “I think a bit too much though.” To your dismay there are no people around to stop you, nobody to stop and postpone the meeting for. Darn Christmas holidays. “Do you think they won’t like me?”

This time, it’s you who lets out a quick laugh, “No, they will love you. They’re gonna tell you all my embarrassing stories and phases in my life. Oh my god no, no no no, you can’t know. Let’s turn around, yeah?” Donghyuck ruffles your hair playfully with a shake of his head. “Really? But we’re already here! And I see your brother by the window there.”

You instantly light up when you see Sungchan’s familiar bright smile, laughing affectionately when he starts to jump up and down and yell something. Once you get in front of the door, you can finally hear what he’s been yelling, “JAEHYUN HYUNGGGG!!!!! THEY’RE HERE THEY’RE HERE!!!”

You don’t even have to knock on the door, it already swings open to reveal both your brothers with bright smiles on their faces, bright smiles that brightens up your own. “NOONA!” Sungchan rushed up to you and instantly wraps his arms around your waist, giggling into your chest as you embrace him back just as tightly.

He then turns to your boyfriend, with even lighter eyes, and to your surprise, he gives Donghyuck a hug as well, “It’s nice to finally meet you!” Donghyuck stumbles back a bit and is definitely startled, but eventually he becomes soft and wraps his arms around your brother with a small smile. “Y/n’s told me lots about you,”

Sungchan pulls away enthusiastically, jumping up and down, “Wait! Let me go get mom!” And in an instant later, he’s dashed into his house yelling out for his mother. Your eldest brother, Jaehyun, smiles brightly at the sight of Donghyuck tugging nervously at your hands, a light chuckle leaving his lips gloriously.

He walks up to you, and you spread your arms out for a hug, but all that happens is your hair you spent 20 minutes on getting ruined by him ruffling his hand through it. “Nice to see you’ve finally got it together and got a nice boyfriend, twerp.”

“G-good? I’ve always had taste, Jeffery!” You scowl and push your brother’s hand away from your hair, huffing and shaking your head to fix the messy mop of strands. Jaehyun then turns to Donghyuck, his eyes practically shining with stars when your boyfriend bows politely.

Jaehyun nudges at your shoulder, “Wow, you’ve got a good one.” He snickers when you groan and swat him away once again, before turning back to Donghyuck with the same smile as before. To your boyfriend’s shock, and definitely to yours, Jaehyun leans down to give Donghyuck a brotherly hug, almsot melting into his embrace. What is up with your brothers today?

Christmas music can be heard softly from in the house, and despite being outside you can hear Sungchan beckoning your mother to go outside to see you and Donghyuck. It warms your heart, it feels so raw, and it’s even better with Donghyuck by your side. Jaehyun quickly lets your boyfriend go, when your mother’s voice rings out nostalgically and warmly greeting you with a warm smile, “Y/n! How are you dear?”

You run into her arms with no hesitation, feeling especially excited after so many months of missing her. The feeling of home rushes over your senses at your mother’s familiar embrace, sighing when she clings harder and sways side to side. A delightful smile curls your lips upward as you mumble a small response, “I missed you so much,”

The second she pulls away she’s patting your cheek softly, chuckling, before she notices Donghyuck behind you. His nervosity is so intense that all your family members can sense it wherever you are, and you find it frankly funny. His eyes are practically shaking when your mom approaches him with slow movements. Sure, they’ve met through facetime, but that’s nothing compared to a face-to-face encounter.

A cheeky smile creeps up to your cheeks when your mother stretches out to grab ahold of Donghyuck’s hands, holding them gently. (you assume it’s because of how much they’ve been shaking) “It’s nice to meet you in person, Donghyuck-ah,”

At her soft words, you notice Donghyuck slightly melt in relief and comfort, his smile growing 2 times bigger, “Y/n’s told me so much about your family,”

Beside you, Sungchan tugs at your hand, “Let’s go inside, mom and I made cookies!”

Indeed, they made cookies. They made great cookies.

Donghyuck hums loudly in bliss the moment he bites into a freshly baked cookie, closing his eyes and leaning onto you, “You should learn to bake like Sungchannie, Y/n,”

From deep in the kitchen, you hear your little brother snort loudly, “I would teach her for free Hyung, trust me.”

A scowl is the only response from you, as you munch harshly on the (delicious, but you wouldn’t admit it) cookie and shrug Donghyuck off your shoulder. Your boyfriend cackles out at your pettiness, wrapping his arm around your waist to tug you close to him.

You can’t stop the smile from spreading through your face when he tries to nudge another cookie at your lips, the ‘say aaa’s he says right by your ears resonating through your head. With a glance at the cute expression on his face, a light laugh falls from your lips, and you open your mouth to take a bite.

“They’ve been here for 15 minutes and are already all over each other.” At Jaehyun’s comment, you give him a dirty look and finish yet another cookie you stole from the fresh batch. “Hey! You were even worse with that random girl last year! Where is she now, Jae??”

Your older brother chuckles, walking over to help Sungchan and make sure he doesn’t burn himself, “She’s spending Christmas with her family this year.” You turn away from his teasing gaze with your head high up in the air, eyes shut in fake arrogance, “It’s your turn to suffer from the lovey-dovey stuff now.” (Sungchan grimaces in the corner, pulling his mittens off harshly, “When’s it not my turn?”)

“At least mom’s happy I brought Donghyuck home.”

“I’m happy you brought a good one this year, unlike the one 5 years ago,”

“THAT WAS A HIGH SCHOOL FLING! MY TASTE WAS BAD BACK THEN!”

Donghyuck chuckles and leans on the counter, resting his head on his hand as he gazes at your family argument, “Glad you don’t think I’m bad,” When you glance at him, and the soft look he has, you look away, flustered, “Hyuck you’re like.... my first good boyfriend.” Your voice grows quieter towards the end of the sentence, and suddenly you feel so flustered for some reason. The soft Christmas music fills the silence, and you grow even more embarrassed.

You turn your head cautiously to see the reactions of each of your loved ones, surprised to see a warm look in each of their eyes, as if they’ve seen a puppy tumble and get right back up. Your mother bites her lip to contain the squeals when you make eye contact with your boyfriend, choosing to continue her cookie work and look away when you shift in sheepishness and try to act nonchalant.

Sungchan decides to break the tension, placing the last batch of cookies in a jar, “Speaking of boyfriends, Shotaro’s brother is bringing his boyfriend when they come to visit.” Donghyuck breaks away from the sudden daze of love he had, turning to Sungchan with interest, “Really? So how many people are we expecting?”

“Around 3 more people,” Your little brother replies, “More if Sicheng hyung invited his Chinese friends as well.”

“Wow Sungchan, you’re quite the popular one aren’t you?” Sungchan smiles smugly at the sudden boast, proudly nodding as he tries to shrug cooly. You appreciate Donghyuck complimenting him, it’s not everyday your boyfriend gets along with your family, and definitely not always when Jaehyun greets him with a hug.

The next day, you wake up late (as usual after a movie night), and you go downstairs only to see your older brother and boyfriend eating their breakfasts next to each other on the couch as they watch yet another Christmas movies and talk about something.

They acknowledge you, but don't bother stopping anything to talk to you. You're glad they do, you wouldn't understand anything they would say with such a hazy state of mind. Pulling out a carton of chocolate milk from a big pack (presumably Sungchan and Shotaro's), you trudge back to the living area and sit on Jaehyun's usual spot.

There's snow outside, you notice, it's pretty thick. You don't realize in your half-asleep form, but both men have stopped talking and are now staring at your sleepy form.

"Y/n, you should eat actual food, and not just drink chocolate milk."

The statement is unexpected, and all you to is stop sipping and look at Jaehyun with questioning eyes.

"He's right, go eat some cereal, boo."

Your face scrunches up at the sudden pet name he would never use on you, already standing up to obey his orders, "Since when did you call me boo? Also, where's mom and Sungchan?"

"Since now, boo. And mom and Sungchan are out getting Christmas gifts."

Your heart leaps at the fact that Donghyuck called your mother 'mom' so comfortable already, you wouldn't blame him after last night when she was especially paying close attention to him and taking care of him nicely. Not to mention the fact that she added and added to his plate instead of her own children's.

You hum back as a reply, pouring some coco pops in a bowl (both the cereal and bowl are Sungchan's), before pouring in a generous amount of milk into the bowl. You smile down at the nostalgic breakfast you used to eat everyday, when was the last time you had cereal?

Instead of joining back to the living room, you decide to eat on the counter, which is right by the window, and admire the twinkling snow covering the ground. You live in the city with Donghyuck, which doesn't have that much snow, but here outside the city, the snow is so beautiful and evident, you just want to sleep in it like it was a warm bed -except it wasn't warm at all.

Still a little bit asleep, you don't notice Jaehyun in the kitchen with you until he speaks up and startles you once again, "You wanna go outside and make snow angels like we used to?"

Your shock bubbles into excitement at the suggestion, quickly nodding with a big smile on your face.

"Then eat up quickly, I'll meet you outside."

He leaves you alone in the kitchen, yelling a 'we're gonna go play in the snow, you wanna come man?' to Donghyuck, to which he gets a 'fuck yeah!' in return.

And like that your bowl of cereal is in the sink, long abandoned by you, the you who is currently throwing on your padded jacket and slipping on some boots hurriedly. You can already hear the yells of it being so cold from your boyfriend, and the loud boyish laugh from your beloved brother on the other side of the door.

You can feel the excitement coursing through your veins, it feels good, you haven't felt like this in so long. You finally open the door, and step outside onto the cold snow. Just as a blissful smile reaches your lips, there's a struck of ice cold trickling down your neck and back.

You turn to find the culprit is no other than Lee Donghyuck himself, laughing along with Jaehyun at your shocked expression.

You don't even waste a second, you're instantly picking up a handful of snow and patting it in your hands securely and creating an imperfect, but firm snowball. With no hesitation, you launch it into the air with all your force, and to your utter delight it his Donghyuck straight at his chest.

"HAH! TAKE THAT!"

Your celebratory dance is short-lasted, as you know if you stayed in spot for too long you would be attacked as well. With playful laughs and taunts, you rush past the 2 men and behind the tree for (poor) protection.

You need to make snowballs, you need to make them quick. Gathering as much snow as you can in your hands, you squeeze hard only for a few seconds, before gently dropping the snowball and repeating this process for as much snowballs as you can muster. You can hear the faint discussion of your temporary rivals, the more shuffling in the snow gives you that feeling of thrill.

There's a spilt second of silence, no shuffling in the snow anymore, no whispers of which side which will take. The second, is of course, like every other second, short, before you hear yells and feel the coldness of the snow hit your skin like gunshots.

Dropping all your snowballs, you act like it was a gunshot, falling dramatically to the ground as you clutch your hands to your stomach, "I've been shot! I've been wounded! Jae, Hyuck, tell Sungchan and mom my will is all to them."

"What about us?"

You pant dramatically and point at them accusingly, "You fuckers get nothing." Your head rolls back to the snow, your hand falling over your stomach as you hold your breath.

A fake sniffle falls from Jaehyun's lips, and he kneels down next to your 'dead' form, "WHAT HAVE WE DONE?!" He takes your hand in his, "WHAT HAVE WE DOOONNNEEE!!",Your boyfriend slowly falls next to your as well, this time cradling your face in his hands, "We're monsters.... WE'RE MONSTERSSS!"

He flops right on top of you, burying your body deep in the snow, "WE'RE SORRY Y/N, WE'VE LET YOU DOWN! WE'VE FAILED YOUUU!" A smile cracks through your numb, icy face, and you let out a hearty chuckle at the small skit you've started.

"Okay, get off me I'm cold!"

"No! You said you wouldn't give us any of your will!"

"Wait no! I'm starting to feel numb! I'm sorry I swear you'll get a little bit!"

Donghyuck shuffles a bit, before he carries himself off your body. The tingling ice cold sensation of snow doesn't fade away, instead it becomes even sharper when Jaehyun splats a pile of snow on top of your head. He giggles cheekily and runs back into the house when you send him a glare, leaving you and Donghyuck alone in the snow.

To your delight he has the decency to at least help you up from your seat on the ground, thoughtfully brushing away the snow on your shoulders, "I like your brother, he's very playful."

You give him a quick look, "Reminds you of someone?"

Donghyuck bumps your shoulder as he laughs, rushing past you towards the house, "Race you there!"

Yes, reminds you exactly of Donghyuck.

It wasn't long until Sungchan's Japanese friend and his brother came. Just 3 days after you and Donghyuck arrived. And just like your little brother mentioned, his Japanese friend's brother brought his boyfriend. His boyfriend's friends decided to turn down the offer, instead wanting to spend Christmas with their own families.

You clicked with them instantly, and it's no doubt your boyfriend did either.

"Taro! You have to see the new soccer shoes I got for my birthday!"

The said boy gapes, practical stars shining in his eyes, "Soccer shoes? Dude, you have to show me some moves in them!"

The two lads scatter off upstairs to Sungchan's room, where you could hear stomping and loud thuds. You remember the first time you caught Sungchan practicing soccer, it was when you had enough with the loud noises and went to complain, only to find your brother covered in sweat with a ball in his arms.

Ever since that day you would help him, whether it was saving up with Jaehyun to get him his first ever pair or driving him to soccer fields and accompany him as he played, you've grown used to all of it (and grown to love it as well).

Jaehyun comes in the room with the collection of Christmas movies he had stocked somewhere deep in his room, you wouldn't dare going in there. Last time he had even cleaned it up or even actually lived there, he was in his angsty teenage days. There was no way you would go in there.

"Okay, what do you guys want to watch?" He stops right in front of the TV with 5 DVD's in his hands, observing each one with contemplation. "We've got A Christmas Carol, Home Alone, Polar Express, Love under the-"

"Oh God, not Love under the Christmas table!"

You snicker at Sicheng's upset tone as he slumps in his seat, rolling his eyes, "Ten's forced me to watch it soooo many times. And it's so cheesy too!"

"Jae has it just because of his girlfriend~" Jaehyun groans at your words, pointing a finger at your face in betrayal, "You promised not to tell anyone!"

This is what you like about Christmas, getting back together with family and friends, it's affectionate moments like these that you miss. You miss teasing your brothers. But the fact if it happening so rarely and only 3-4 times a year makes it extra special when you do.

"Shotaro! Sungchan! We're gonna watch some movies, what do you guys want to watch?"

At the mention of a movie marathon, both young boys look at each other briefly, before somehow telepathically agreeing on racing to the couch. They land next to you with belly-flops and giggles, hitting at one another as they shift comfortably in their seats.

"How about A Charlie Brown Christmas?" Jaehyun suggests with a friendly smile, looking up to the two boys for their confirmation. You thought they would agree, even you would, but apparently they had different plans.

Shotaro deadpans at the childish option, "Are you serious? What's a Christmas movie night without starting with Polar Express? I swear you adults have no taste." There's a nod from Sungchan, as he nudges for his best friend as some kind of hyping up action. They stop and laugh mischievously for a moment, elbowing and knee bumping, you don't understand at all. You miss having friends as a child.

You try to stifle your laugh at the look on Jaehyun's face, but you seem to fail so, a small snicker coming from you as he selects Polar Express with dark eyes. Your brother walks to his empty armchair, plopping down with a deep sigh.

Maybe Sungchan and Shotaro are right, Christmas marathons must start with Polar Express, It's just how it is. Or maybe A Christmas Carol, but that scared Sungchan so it's no longer and option.

At this point, you don't realize your mother and boyfriend walking in the living room from the kitchen, where your boyfriend insisted on helping with the dishes, the movie already captivating your attention as you stare at the familiar scene you've watched just so many times already. Donghyuck flops to the far left, next to Yuta, and instantly melts into the warm atmosphere, his attention adverting to the TV screen as well.

It's just halfway through the long movie when both young boys completely pass out, of course they weren't going to last that long. Shotaro is leaning on your shoulder, mouth open with small, quiet sneers pouring out his lips peacefully. Your younger brother is leaning forward next to his friend, occasionally nodding awake but falling asleep only seconds later.

You want to reach out past Shotaro and bring his head to your lap or something, but that would just wake the young boy on your shoulder. Instead, you just keep an eye out for him, and make sure to always check up on him.

Just to your luck, Donghyuck notices as well all the way from the other couch, and decides to take action when Sungchan almost face-plants to the floor. He swiftly stands up to pick your brother up to replace himself in the spot, and drape Sungchan's body over his as he secures him in a warm embrace.

At first, you're shocked and taken aback, Donghyuck was always unexpected but you never would have thought he'd cuddle your brother. It's a warming sight to see, 2 important people in your life being so comfortable and affectionate despite knowing each other only for a short span of time.

Donghyuck rubs Sungchan's back with care when he shifts in his embrace, eventually pressing his plush cheek flush against his shoulder, lips puckering out adorably.

A sudden wave of gratitude splashes over you like the waves washing up on the shore, towards nobody in particular. You're just very grateful for the fact that you have such a nice family, a warming family that will always welcome you with open arms whenever, grateful to Jaemin who introduced you to Donghyuck, grateful for having a chance to be in such an atmosphere.

This Christmas is very special to you, your boyfriend and your family meeting, you honestly thought they wouldn't like him that much, but now you're pretty sure they love him more than you do.

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jupiterparker · 6 years

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the stories of the stars (p.p)

Words count: 1016

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: unedited

A/N: I hope you enjoy :) requests are open

Request: yes or no

Masterlist

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Each of these stars also had its own story to tell. That meant that the more stars you could see, the more history you could make up. It was a way of therapy for you, you could ignore the pains of your day by dreaming up stories of why the stars were where they were, if they were chasing someone, sitting closely with their family, there was alway a story.

At least thats what you used to do. In New York you see, when you moved, you faced the harsh reality of light population. Sure, you could see some stars, but only seeing some was like only having part of the story. You remember running into Spider Man one day, well not really running, you were sitting on the rooftop and he bumped into you, and he was asking what you were doing. “Well” you started, getting mentally prepared to made fun of, like friends before had done, “I’m looking for stars so I can make up stories. You see, I believe that each star has its own story, but you see I’m having trouble finding them”. TO say the least, you were very surprised and grateful when he didn’t make fun of you, but more got confused when he looked up to the sky and pointed “But can you the star over there? And look there is one over there too! Right there should be a couple stories right? Since each star is a story?” He asked, trying to help you out, but you could tell that you might need to explain it more.

“Okay, so yes there are stars, so there are stories there. But the problem is that they aren’t full stories” you started explaining, “You see, we each have our own story right?” You asked him, pausing until you saw his nod, “Well our stories do revolve around us interacting with others. Stars’ stories on the other hand, revolve around them and are made up based on what a group of stars ‘act’ with each other”. “Wait” Spider Man said, “I’m not going anywhere”: you said, chuckling a little bit causing him to give what you guessed was a deadpan stare (it was hard to tel with the mask on, okay) “But stars don’t move, well their posting relative to us don’t move fast enough for us to comprehend though, so they don’t really act I guess? Im still confused on that part’, he explained.

You had to say, it was refreshing to see someone try and understand your logic rather than straight up make fun of you for it. “Okay, so maybe ‘act’ is the wrong word to choose” you confessed, “Its more like, here ill just tell you an example. A group of stars together can create a story of a family, or close knit friends, hiding together from a dangerous group which you an see based on an outline made up of stars nearby. Does that make more sense? Its like you see familiar scenarios in their positioning to each other”. “Oh!” his face was full of understanding, which made you happy, as the stories of stars made you happy and it was nice to finally share them with other people, kinda like spreading the joy, “Its similar to the backstories that the Greeks or Romans would give for their constellations right?”

That was an interesting way of explaining it, “thats actually a pretty good way to look at it” you told him, causing his face to light up even more, “However, its unfortunate that here in New York, you can’t see the stars at the expense of these lights, not matter how pretty they are” you said gloomy, gesturing to street lights below. Spider Man sat there for sometime, thinking about your dilemma. He knew by the way you had described the stars, that the activity of finding their stories meant a lot to you, so moving to New York probably devastated you. Messing, more like fiddling, around with his suit wehikv thinking he got an idea.

Standing up quickly, he swung to his apartment which was actually close why, living yo their on your rooftop very confused and lonely again. While he had went to get the solution to your misery, you did not know this, and thought that maybe you had been so bad that he just couldn’t handle another second of you. But you waited, waited for what, you had no idea. Subconsciously you were hoping Spider Man would be back, but you were telling yourself you were waiting to see if you could find your favorite constellation.

After some time, you sighed, giving up on your star search (probably permanently) ready to go back inside, when you stopped, hiring the sound of someone swinging. Looking back, you saw Spider Man returning back to the rooftop, seeming like he was holding something. “Here” he said, handing you some hand dome thingy, “plug it into your wall and turn it on at night, I can’t explain much since its getting late and I have to leave, but I hope you enjoy it” and with that he swing away, regretting that he procrastinated his physic s project, as he would rather see your face light up when you saw what the dome could do.

Curious, you slipped back into your room, plugging it in, and following his directions. As soon as it was on, you saw light coming from the inside. You went to your bed and laid on it, looking at the ceiling to see what was being projected. Gasping, you saw the entire freaking night sky illuminated on your wall, even more than you saw at your old home town. Now, you could have all the stories in the world. A couple hours later, you were finally ready to sleep, not wanting to finish all the stories in one day. As you went to bed, you made a mental reminder to find the friendly neighbor Spider Man, and give him thanks, as the stars were your life, and he had saved the stars for you.

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marvelouspeterparker · 7 years

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stressed but blessed

summary: when peter notices that Y/N has been really stressed lately because of upcoming exams he decides to put his fears behind him and help her out.

pairing: peter parker x female reader

warnings: none just fluff :)

word count: 2,461

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A/N: hey so i don’t really expect this to get much attention, i just started this blog and this is my very first fic :) so.. bear with me, i tried my best. this might be part one of a series?? who knows.

So exams were coming up and Y/N was really anxious, nervous and borderline terrified. It’s not that she was a bad student or had bad grades or anything, and she definitely was not behind in any classes. In fact Y/N had pretty good grades, nothing to worry about. But this is Y/N we’re talking about, she was always overthinking things, from embarrassing moments that happened years in the past, to thinking she was going to fail all her tests just because she tends to doubt herself… a lot.

Anyways.

It was about 10:30 am and break had just started, Y/N had just gotten to her locker and messed up the combination about 5 times before finally getting it right. She just couldn’t stop thinking and worrying about all the studying she had to do and how much she knew she was going to end up procrastinating. It’s not that she wanted to or purposefully did it… it just happened.

While getting her books out of her locker for next period her 2 friends Jasmine and Ellie showed up and started a conversation with her, but she was too distracted to even realize. “Helloooo?? Y/N?” asked Jasmine. “What? Yeah! Um.. oh.. hey guys, what’s up?..” “Dude you were so out of it, we’ve been talking to you for like 3 minutes and you were just staring into the distance…” Ellie said looking at you a little concerned. “Oh.. sorry, yeah I’m fine, i’ve just got a lot on my mind,” Y/N explained, “you know, exams and everything.”

“You need to relax a little bit Y/N, we all know you’ll do fine, you’re like the smartest one out of all of us.” Jasmine said giving a reassuring smile. Y/N smiled back and started walking with them to third period.

Peter was standing at his locker, which was only 5 feet away from Y/N’s. He noticed that she’d been struggling with her combination for quite a while and didn’t look like her usual self. She looked really stressed, she wasn’t smiling as she usually is and that made Peter kind of sad, he loved when she smiled and laughed.. he wanted to be the one to make her happy. But nonetheless she still looked beautiful to him. There was nothing she could wear that would make him change his mind. He realized he should probably stop staring before she notices and thinks he’s a total creep… but he just couldn’t.

He was going to ask her if she was okay, he felt bad that she wasn’t in the best mood. Well.. okay, he was thinking about going to ask her if she was okay, it’s not like they really talk all the time. Sure they have occasional conversations in class when she’s alone sometimes- that she of course initiates because he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her first in fear of saying the wrong thing or just making a complete fool of himself. But they weren’t really close friends.

He was about to walk over to her after she grabbed her books- he didn’t want to intrude or interrupt her but then suddenly her friends went up to her and ruined his chance.

“damn” he whispered to himself. “I’m always second guessing myself when it comes to Y/N, just man up and do it next time Peter.. come on.”

“Do you always talk this much to yourself?” Michelle asked, leaning against the locker across from his, notebook and pencil in both her hands.

“Jesus-what ?! How long have you been standing there?” exclaimed Peter. “Too long, I’ve grown bored.” yawned Michelle.. “Well.. what are you- why are you just staring at me?” said Peter blushing, he couldn’t believe Michelle probably just heard his whole speech to himself. “How much did you hear?” “To answer your first question, because I sketch people in crisis.. and your life is pretty much the definition of a crisis.” “Hey-“ “And to answer your second question, I heard all of it. Dude just talk to her, she won’t bite, and by the way that whole pep talk to yourself, you should say that inside your head instead of out loud where.. pretty much anyone can hear you. Exhibit A.” she said pointing to herself before walking away before Peter got a chance to respond.

Peter just stood there blushing, he’d never been more embarrassed, but he didn’t think Michelle would tell anyone about his crush on Y/N. Right? He ran after Michelle not even 2 seconds after that thought “Hey Michelle!-“

It was 3:00pm and school had just ended. Y/N was still stressed out of her mind, she took extra notes in all her classes today and her right hand was still cramped. She had been working really hard all semester but was still scared about exams.

She didn’t want to go home and think about all the work that needed to be done, all the review, the study sheets and all the extra quizzes she took to prepare herself. These exams were a big deal and she wasn’t messing around.

She had just about gotten all of her stuff from her locker and just wanted to take a minute to breathe and at least try to relax like her friends told her to. She closed her eyes and took two deep breaths.. nothing. “Wow.. well that helped a bunch.” she said sarcastically to herself. She closed her locker and winced when she accidentally slammed it too hard. “Damn it.”

She was about to walk out of the building to go home when she bumped into Peter Parker. She always thought he was cute, she liked the way that one curl always fell onto his forehead while all the rest just stayed perfectly in place and she also liked talking to him. She would always approach him to talk when he was alone cause he was so approachable and even seems sweet by first glance. He was a really accepting, nice and genuine person, he was great.

“Oh hi Peter.” “Uh -yeah hey Y/N, I-uh actually wanted to talk to you.” Peter said stumbling over his words. That surprised Y/N, Peter was never the first one to start talking to her, it was a shock.. but a good one. She hoped that they would possibly start talking more.

“Cool,” she said smiling up at him. “What’s up?”

There was that smile, Peter thought. She had barely smiled all day, Peter would know.. he stares at her all the time… in a totally non-creepy way-ish. But he couldn’t believe that he was the one that made her smile, was she actually happy to see him? “Oh-uh” he scratched the back of his neck, “I was just wondering- um- you seemed a little stressed out lately and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the library or something, or go eat somewhere- I could help you study if you want- but if you don’t want to then that’s fine, you don’t have to..” She just stared at him smiling for a couple seconds, finding his nervousness adorable when she was just as nervous but learned how to keep it contained. “Yeah, sure Peter, that’d be great,” she smiled. “We could go to the library and then go eat after- if that’s okay with you?” she asked. “Yeah that’d be amazing,” he beamed. “uh I mean, that’d be good, let me just get my jacket.” “Okay.” Y/N couldn’t get the smile off of her face, Peter just made her so happy.

On their way to the library they were both so nervous, but also really excited to be spending time with each other, of course neither of them knew how the other felt.. of course *sighs*.

They were standing pretty close and their arms kept brushing against each others, they were both blushing messes.

Y/N was trying her best to relax on the way there, she was enjoying the scenery, along with Peter’s company of course. She was staring at the trees as she walked by, noticing how the leaves would rustle, making a swish sound. She looked up at the clear blue sky and closed her eyes for a second, feeling the breeze in her hair. She felt peaceful and at ease.

Meanwhile Peter couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked so beautiful and care-free and that’s all he wanted, he wanted her to stop stressing even if it were to only last a little while. He wanted to see her like this more often, he thought to himself.

They finally arrived at the library at around 3:25. They found a free table in a corner near the back of the library. “Okay so is there anything you need help with or- what’s the thing you struggle with the most- uh not that you struggle with anything!- um .. you know what I mean right?” Peter said blushing and stuttering, trying to laugh it off.

You were just dying at how cute he was being, he was so nervous about saying the wrong thing. “It’s okay Peter, um actually I was wondering if you could help me with chemistry first? If thats okay, and also you don’t have to be so nervous around me,” Y/N said smiling at him. “even though it’s really cute.” she added.

Peter was speechless.. he was so surprised- he didn’t think you of all people found him cute. He started blushing like crazy. “Uh- no problem, I mean- thanks Y/N, you’re um, I uh- I think you’re really cute too.” he said smiling up at you.

Now it was your turn to blush. “Hey Peter, we have chemistry together, right?” you asked. At first Peter thought you were talking about chemistry chemistry, but then he realized how stupid he was being, you obviously meant the class.

You actually meant both but you wanted to see which he would answer to, you saw him hesitate before answering, so he obviously thought about it, that suddenly made you grow a little more confident. “Yeah with Mrs. Rogers, do you need the notes from last class?” he asked. “Yeah that’d be great, I think I missed a couple of her diagrams that were on the board.” you said scooting closer to him. He noticed you moving closer and took a sharp intake of breath, you were basically on him, so he carefully placed his arm behind you on the back of your chair. You looked up at him and smiled, “Thanks so much for this Peter, this was really sweet of you and I really appreciate it, you’re a really good friend.” “Yeah no problem, Y/N, anytime.” he smiled back at you.

You spent the whole time at the library comparing notes, quizzing each other, making jokes. Peter actually made studying fun. You didn’t even think that was possible.

Y/N was driving Peter crazy, not on purpose.. well he didn’t think so anyway. She was touching him a lot, smiling at him, she was being herself and Peter loved that. She was actually laughing a lot and Peter felt amazing knowing that he caused it. He would occasionally stare at her lips, the way her eyes would almost close when she was mid-laugh, she would always touch his arm also, Peter loved that. She was just beautiful to him.

At one point Y/N was reaching for a highlighter on Peter’s side of the table and as she was turning back she began to speak, “hey did you-” but suddenly stopped when she realized she was only inches away from Peter’s face.. if she leaned forward a little bit, they’d be kissing.

Peter couldn’t stop staring at her lips, his breath was caught in his throat. They both couldn’t stop staring at each other, they wanted to kiss each other so badly. Y/N felt her confidence growing, she slowly started to lean into Peter.

Peter couldn’t believe what was happening, Y/N was about to kiss him!

Y/N!!

Then suddenly her phone rang, snapping them both out of it. She scrambled to answer it. “Raincheck on the kiss, okay?” she told to a completely flustered and blushing Peter. He was too distracted by her lips to answer.

“Hello?, yeah hi mom, I’m at the library with Peter. Yes. No. Okay. Bye. Ok. Bye.”

She turned her attention back to Peter, “sorry, my mom just wanted to know if i ate anything for dinner, I didn’t even realize what time it was.” Neither did Peter, they were having so much fun and they were so absorbed in their work that they hadn’t seen the hours pass by. It was already 8:30.

“Oh no problem Y/N, do you wanna go grab dinner now?” asked Peter.

“Yeah that’d be great, I’m starving.”

Peter and Y/N had decided to go by the pizza place around the corner for dinner. Even though Y/N’s pizza was only a dollar and her drink the same, which she easily could have afforded herself, Peter insisted on paying for her. “Why thank you Peter, what a gentleman.” She teased. “You’re most welcome m'lady.” He teased back, while doing a mock bow.

They spent their time at the pizza place just joking around, showing each other funny memes and videos on Instagram and just enjoying each other’s company. Along with the pizza, of course.

It was now 9:00pm and it was time for them to part ways. Peter being the nice boy he is, walked Y/N home. Reaching her apartment building, Y/N turned and faced Peter. “Thank you, for everything Peter, this- this really helped. I hope we can hang out more often.” She said smiling. “No problem Y/N, it really was my pleasure and uh- yeah I really hope we spend more time together too.” He smiled back.

Y/N was about to start walking into her apartment building when she quickly turned back to Peter. “Wait, I almost forgot.” Peter was about to ask what when she kissed him. She kissed him.. Peter didn’t know what to do for a few seconds when he quickly composed himself and gingerly put his hands on her waist and kissed her back.

Y/N had one hand in his hair and one on his shoulder. She finally got to run her hands through his hair like she imagined.

The kiss wasn’t that long but it lasted long enough. Of course they both wanted to spend hours just kissing each other, getting to explore each other, but it was getting late for a school night.

They finally pulled apart and just stared at each other, smiling for a couple seconds.

“Bye Peter. I expect you to text me.” She said already walking into her building.

“Bye.” whispered Peter, touching his lips, feeling blessed.

Boy did he have a story to tell Ned.

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bruhnushka · 7 years

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missed opportunity - (Thomas Jefferson x reader x Alexander Hamilton)

summary : Alex fucks up his one chance with you and you run into the arms of his v attractive nemesis.

warnings - mentions of sex, implied smut, cussing, lots of angst, anxiety related things, and Alex/Thomas being dumbasses

pronouns : she/her

a/n - I’m distractin myself from being unable to write the third part of the bus fic !!!!1!1!! also I love angst way too much. I’m in a relationship. this is unhealthy.

a/n pt. 2 - anyways this is after i wrote this- this had been in my drafts for three weeks ugh. im not making a part two to this. chaptered fics give me anxiety. the third fic of the bus fic is going to be the last one. sorry guys, im choosing my mental health over my fics. :/

you sipped the lemonade-cranberry concoction you had made and watched your best friend from the distance. he had invited you to this party as his ‘date’. in his words, “not like a date-date but like a date.” when he looks at your confused glare, he cleared his throat, let out an exasperated sigh, and explained.

“I can’t go alone to the ball, otherwise Jefferson will never let me hear the end of it. I procrastinated asking someone out so you’re my last choice- I just need you to come and be my…” his hand fluttered in the air as he searched for a word.

“arm candy?” you supplied, laughing.

“yes! I mean no! I just need you to come! please!” he begged, and got down to his knees as he shook your legs.

“I’ll owe you twenty favors!” he cries. you raised an eyebrow. your friendship was based on favors. not like that, but because trust was important between you two, and that if he says he owed you a favor, you were free to call upon it for anything, at anytime. his best friends funeral? too bad, gotta unclog my toilet. obviously you weren’t that cruel, but you did embarrass him. once, you had made him walk around in a Harley Quinn-esque crop top that read “daddy’s girl” when he owed you a favor for bringing him INDIAN takeout.

“know what your getting into hamilton” you laughed, and got up to go change, since the party was in two hours.

You walk down the stairs, on your phone, not noticing Alex’s jaw drop. you wore a simple black dress that cut off at your knees and had a gorgeous lace pattern behind. small blue jewels encrusted the edges of the lace trimming. your makeup, again, simple but elegant. a basic navy smokey eye with a dark blue eyeliner and dark purple lipstick was just enough to an accent to set everything off. god, you looked so beautiful right now, he could just kiss you right now.

“you look… amazing.” alex finally got out.

“huh?” you looked up from your phone, and it was your turn to gasp. he was wearing a very fitted suit, accentuating his body, and a little dark blue accent on each piece of clothing.

“so… we matched?” you laugh. he chuckles nervously. “hey, you look great.” you linked his arm into yours and grabbed your clutch, slipping into your heels.

“let’s do this thing.”

now back to your dilemma. you knew it would be a boring night, but you didn’t know it would be this kind of boring. you had promised to stay sober, but watching Alex flirt with every other person here was making it hard. you felt a pressure on the other side of the velvet couch and turned. Thomas Jefferson, the man Alex hated more than anything, sat next to you. a bitter taste filled your mouth. he had never met you before, but that didn’t stop your dislike for him and his antics.

“where’s your date?” he asked, amused at your scowl.

“still here.” you said. you couldn’t have made your plea for him to leave more clearer, but that only made him want to stay more.

“but not enchanting a beautiful lady such as yourself. I assume, if there really is a date, that he ran to the bathroom in fear of embarrassing himself in front of someone as stunning as you.” your anger didn’t help the slight blush that started to creep up your cheeks. you thanked GOD for this green lighting that made it hard to notice. but nevertheless, a smirk played on Thomas’ lips.

“may I know your name?” he asks smugly, scooting closer to you. you roll your eyes.

“ok, I like the mysterious kind of hard to get thing youre doing here.” he laughs, and that’s when you get up.

“ok listen” you spit, “no means no. I am not in a mood to be hit on by some guy while I watch the LOVE of my goddamn life basically fuck another girl on the counter.” you were seething, referring to when Alex started to make out with someone, Maria you think, in the corner. you couldnt slut shame her- she was just into a very attractive person, just like you were.

Thomas’ gaze softened. he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he peered at his shoes.

“I-uh- im sorry.” he mumbles. your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“are you now?” you ask, your turn to be amused. he looks up at you, regaining his usual composure.

“how about I make it up to you with a drink? you can forget about him for as long as I’m with you.” he smiles, and grabs your hand. you glance over to Alex, his lips still attached to some girl, this time someone else. your shrug, maybe it would be good to forget about Alex for a little bit.

“let’s head out of here.”

plot twist. Thomas Jefferson wasn’t that bad of a fuck boy. sure, he was flirty, and sure, he knew his way around words, but when you labeled it as part of his charm and started to notice other things about him (e.g: his smile when you made a joke, the nervous ticks like running his hand through his hair or bouncing his knee, his favorite drink being fancy old whiskey you couldn’t pronounce, and the fact that he had five dogs), he wasn’t that bad. but as the drinks poured in and the night went on, he went from not that bad to hot as hell.

so when he leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, you pulled his lips to yours and started to make out with him. none of you ‘immediately sobered up’, but you did find yourself thinking clearly. or feeling clearly was a batter word. everything about him was made more aware. his stubble, his lips, his skin.

that’s when Alex walked in. to be fair, you weren’t that drunk. but you were drunk enough to consider Thomas as a viable fuck option. but Alex had to come and fuck everything up. he had seen you two leave the venue, but when you hadn’t picked up your phone, he got suspicious. he knew you were both lazy as hell so searched the nearest bars and finally came upon this one, where the first things you could notice as you walked in would be the pair of people making out at the bar.

“y/n!” Alex angrily yelled. you pulled back and looked at alex, the grin plastered on your face replaced with a frown.

“you left! I got scared! you weren’t answering your texts!” he started to scream at you. Thomas rubbed his head as he slowly started to peace things together.

“wait… this is your date? the guy you’re in-” you put your hand over his mouth and he shut up.

“come on. we’re leaving.” Alex said, glaring at Thomas as he dragged your hand.

“but I was having so much funnnnn” you whined. Alex laughed dryly, roughly grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bar. he shoved you into the car, muttering under his breath. he closed the door quickly and stood outside of the car door. he ran his hand through his hair.

“fuck.” he whispered. the image of your lips on jefferson’s was burned into his mind. “FUCK!” he yelled at no one in particular. he took a deep breath, and sat in the front seat. he fixed the mirror and looked directly at you.

“how drunk are you?” he asked you, as he started up the car and began to drive. you looked him dead in the eye and started to laugh.

“not that much, actually” you chuckle out. “wow, jefferson kisses great, even half-drunk” you were amused. you didn’t notice the deathly grip alex had on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched, his eyes on the road. soon, you pulled up to his house. before you could even enter the house, you were pushed up against the door.

“do you know how much it fucked me up?” he growls against your neck. a deep kiss on your neck made you shiver and moan in pleasure. desperate, sloppy kisses started to line your collarbone. another moan escapes your lips, until you realize who it is and why he’s doing it. you push him off your body and force your eyes to his.

“alex… i-” you start, but were cut off by his words.

“shit! shit-” he rambles, running his hand through his hair and pacing in circles.

you place a hand on his chest gently. “Alex, just stop, listen.” he looks up at you.

“god knows I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted this for so long but i will not” you glare at him pointedly, “be used as leverage for this pissing contest you have between jefferson.”

he looks at you, his mouth agape. fire raged behind his eyes. “thats not at all-” you cut him off again. “no- no i don’t want to fucking hear it. im leaving- this is too much.” “you’re drunk.” he stated.

“im not, but whats your point?”

“you need a ride. i-ill drive you.”

“what? after all of this?” you laugh.

“i just need to make sure you get home safe. ill call john- anyone- i just don’t want you going home with a stranger.” he begs, making you roll your eyes.

“sure, fine, whatever. call laf. i trust him” you waved it away and walked into the kitchen. it was an awkward silence, waiting for Lafeyette. Alex went upstairs to his roo, muttering a ‘goodnight’. you walked around the downstairs floor. lots of memories brimmed at your minds edges, threatening to form tears. alex, of all people? you knew he was career-obsessed, but this was a goddamn low blow. a text from laf brought you out of your thoughts. you texted him a quick ok and walked outside. lafayette’s car stood there, and a solemn-looking french boy stood in front of it.

“we need to talk.” was all he said, and led you into the car.

“is this about alex? did he ask you to talk to me?” you asked, once you were inside the car.

“what? no . um. theres something i need to tell you.” he says, his accent thick. you knew it was only like this when he was nervous. his finger tapped against the steering wheel, and his knee bounced up and down.

“what is it?” you looked at him. he takes a deep breath.

“im moving back to france. my ma- she’s- she’s not well.” he breathes out. you look at him.

“laf- im so sorry.” you mutter out as a response. he starts to ramble on his french banging his steering wheel. you could only piece a few words from your limited french together but you knew enough to know that laf was not ok.

“lafayette!” you called out. he looked at you and took a deep breath. “i need to do something before i leave.” and he started to lean in. you thought he was going to kiss you, and your breath hitched in his throat. instead, he reached into the compartment and pulled out a picture of hercules.

“tell that godamn man that i am in love with him, ok?” you looked at him, confused. they were dating, everyone knew it.

“I don’t understand?” “im not coming back dammit! Je ne sais pas quoi faire. J'aime ma mère, mais je ne sais pas quoi faire. Je devrais vous laisser, mes meilleurs amis. Je t'aime tous aussi! I have a wife i left! a family i ran away from! i cant just come back! Im leaving y/n- fuck!” he yells, frustrated. you’ve reached your house at this point, crying out before stumbling out of the car. this was all so much. you ran to your room, crying into the pillows. then you got a text.

unknown number

hey, its thomas, just checking up to see if you’re ok. james gave me your number, alex dragged you off and i was a bit scared since he seemed mad. text me if you get this so i know youre ok! - t.jeff

you were tired, emotionally unstable, in denial. so maybe thats why you called him over. it started off with you spilling everything to him, ended in rough, angry, heated sex. maybe then you should have just left it at that. but you didn’t. he came back the next week then the week after that, then daily. alex began to notice the marks on his neck in the exact shape of those lips he had spent so long studying. you began to notice laf’s absence left a bigger dent in his life then he’d ever want to admit. you didn’t ever like him, oh god no, not like that. he was a brother to you when he first came to America. you were both immigrants to new york in one way or another, and you two formed a bond. with him you met alex, and with him you fell in love with alex. he was your support through all things alex-related, and now when you needed him most, he was just gone.

you had tried lafayette’s number for the eight time that day. im sorry, but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected.

you knew this. you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself. his words burned into your mind. i cant just come back! Im leaving y/n! you were trying so hard to pretend that you were ok. thomas helped. a lot. what was originally a one night stand ended up becoming a relationship of sorts. it was complicated, messy, but it worked enough that you felt safe around him. he had convinced you to go and try to to talk to alexander. at first you were surprised, thinking he’d encourage the discourse between you two.

“i’m just sayin’ , whenever you get all worked up and angry at me, its usually about him.” he says, shrugging.

“well, thomas,” you glared pointedly at him “maybe sometimes you act dumb.”

he laughed, “just give him a chance. I don’t like seein’ my darlin’ angry. if he fucks up, ill always beat him up for ya.”

you rolled your eyes, eventually agreeing. which led you here, in front of alexander’s door. no matter what, you told yourself, you were not to remember how you used to feel about him. you sighed. used to, was the key word. you had thrown away every piece of love you had for him, mostly because you were dating thomas now. he didn’t even do anything that bad, sometimes you would reason. but you were stubborn, and you didn’t want to admit defeat. you brought your hand to door, but it swung open before your knuckles reached the wood.

“y/n” he breathed out. god, he looked bad. bags under his red eyes, hair an unkempt mess. a oversized hoodie was thrown over shoulders. his pants looked three weeks old. you shook your head.

“alexander, wear some damn deodorant” you laughed. for that moment, it was like the before. your head tiled back, alex’s eyes crinkled in joy. but then the laughter died down, and the aftermath of you leaving him downed on the both of you. the silence in the air hung around you. thick in its wake, alex’s lips opened up.

“im sorry.” was all he had to say, and tears from both of you started to spill. he fell into your arms, muttering ‘im sorry’ repeatedly. you were happy and sad, but then you remembered what Alex had done. you slowly shrugged him off your body.

“listen-” you started, but Alex cut you off.

“no you listen! ok, i know, how it may have seemed. I was not using for that so-called pissing contest. i was jealous. you, the woman i have been in love with for almost three years, almost hooked up with a man that i would kill if the opportunity arrived, without question.” he says, and brings his hand up to your cheek.

“what?” your eyes widened. they started to drift downwards, towards his lips, but you stopped yourself. for so long, you had wished to kiss him. and now the one chance you had, you fucked up. thomas was waiting for you at home, what would he say? you couldn’t do this.

“i-im sorry too. i have to go.” you ran towards the uber, and slammed the car door shut, you drove to the nearest exit, and stepped out. you muttered a quiet thanks and leftit was a deserted gas station, perfect. and you started scream. crying, you slammed your fist unto the nearest pole, feeling pain prickle up your knuckles. you ran around, pushing everything in your midst. all your rage flew into the broken shards and splinters in front of you, and into the screams you let out. you broke down there, crying for about half an hour before a car pulled up. though puffy red eyes, you saw a worried thomas step out of the car. in his hand he held his phone, and rushed towards you.

“baby? are you ok? god, who did this?” he looked at your bloodied knuckles. love had made you crazy, you though to yourself, who would do this to themselves? thomas kissed your forehead and brought you into his car.

“ho-w did yo-ou find m-me?” you sniffle. he laughs and rubs your shoulder in comfort.

“find my iPhone baby.” he says softly. “i got scared when you didn’t pick up. i used find my iPhone and there you were. i got scared.” he repeated. you nodded at him.

“do you wanna tell me what happened?” he asks gently, letting you take your time. you shake your head. he nods.

“okay, can you at least answer one thing for me? can you do that darlin?”

you nod slowly.

“did alex hurt you in any form or wa-” “oh! oh god no! i- i just got really angry.”

“why?”

“i don’t know, not really. i come back to let alex apologize and instead he confesses that he’s been in love with me this whole time but im with you now and i don’t know-” you let out a sob. thomas’ eyebrows furrow. he carefully speaks the next words, already knowing the answer and knowing it would hurt both of you.

“do you- do you still love him?” he whispers. when you look up at him, eyes shining with vulnerability, thats all he needed to know. he looks away, and focus on the road. he didn’t need to deal with this. he dropped you off at your apartment and let you rest. tomorrow would be a whole different thing.

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thecruciblegavemeyou · 7 years

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mint chocolate chip

i got bored and i liked this idea so i ran with it. longer than i intended.. could probably turn into something longer. eh (simons pov)

ao3

simon has a very bad week, and baz makes the mistake of grabbing the last tub of simon’s favorite ice cream

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this was the last straw. the last, very short straw of a number of shitty straws i had received this week.

monday

agatha broke things off. for the last time, i think. "si, this just isn't working anymore. we've both known that for a long time. and, well... i think i'm asexual, i dont know. i have some stuff to figure out simon, and i think i have to do this alone."

i could still see her, standing in front of me in the living room. i had romantic candles lit all around the room. and i (penny) made a fancy dinner, that was laid out on the only tablecloth that penny and i owned that i had yet to stain.

she didnt cry, but i certainly did. it was humiliating. i thought we had finally been making it work this time, and i was even going to ask her to move in with me and penny. hence the fancy dinner.

so she left me there on the couch and i spent the rest of the night crying in the tub (with a bottle of red wine).

tuesday

then, because i stayed up all night crying (and very drunk), I missed the bus to class tuesday morning. which meant i had to walk 2 hours to school in the rain while hungover (in a torrential downpour) and i missed my class anyways.

i didnt even get to turn in my paper, because even my professor had left by then. it would have been the best paper i wrote all semester too; instead, i watched the grade be entered as a zero. i tried to email my professor, but i already knew it was hopeless because she was a bitch. and i always fell asleep in class, so i wasnt exactly her favorite student.

by the time penny came around to give me a lift home, i was soaked to bone. i knew something was wrong the moment i got in the car, but i didnt press her. normally penny greeted me with tea, a scone, and a perky hello, but she was as somber as the rain outside.

she didnt say anything for a long time. we were almost back to the flat when she turned the volume down on the radio and turned to me. "hey, simon, do you remember micah?" penny asked.

"what a bloody idiotic question penny, of course i remember your boyfriend. im hungover, not stupid." i snorted, grabbing my sopping wet bag from the back seat.

she killed the engine; she was watching me with that expression of pity, the one she wore every time agatha said she wanted to take a break. "he's moving to london." she mumbled.

"pen, that's great! now i won't have to listen to your skype dates and-"

"we signed the lease for an apartment today." she gulped.

my world was spinning. i stopped walking, "when, um... is he in town? you never mentioned... was this a split second decision? i..." i always knew that penny move move out someday. i thought it would be farther down the road. i'd need to find a new roommate, because there was no way i could continue to afford the apartment penny and i had by myself...

"when are you leaving?" i blurted out.

"i spent today packing. im almost ready to go. micah and i are going to finish packing and moving everything from my apartment to the new one tomorrow. do you want to help?"

"you mean... i only have one day to find a new roommate?" i couldn't help the anger boiling in my stomach. she gave me no warning whatsoever and the rent was due next friday. im not proud of what i did next, but theres no going back.

i stormed into my room and locked it behind me. i couldn't look at any of penny's packed boxes. i didn't even stop when micah called out a greeting. i was too upset, and i didnt really know the guy well enough to let him see me cry. the took turns trying to coax me out of my room throughout the night, penny even went out and bought me sour cherry scones from my favorite bakery across town. i didnt have any appetite.

wednesday

i got out of the house before they woke up. i had work, anyways. thankfully, it had stopped raining sometime last night. unfortunately, the puddles remained. a taxi flew around the curb with no warning and soaked my jeans and shoes (my good jeans).

"bloody fucking merlin and morgana-" i shouted, before the mother behind me hurriedly covered the ears of her toddler.

I made it to the starbucks where i worked, and took in the comforting smell of coffee and sugar and the faint smell of cleaner that was used to wipe down the counters each night. it was apparently the only dependable thing in my life right now.

"sorry im late, trixie, i had a bad morning-" I sighed, grabbing my apron off the back rack.

trixie (my boss) just waved me into her office, "simon?" she was sorting through piles of paperwork and notices, and it took her a moment before she realized i was already in her office.

"so, simon-"

"yeah?" i responded, more focused on trying to tie the apron behind my back. i had terrible hand-eye coordination as is, it didnt help when you took one factor out of the equation. I could smell coffee wafting in from the front, and i prayed trixie would be quick so i could go out and grab a cup for myself.

"we had to make some budget cuts this month, so we have to let some people go... im so sorry, simon. here's your last paycheck."

trixie held out a sad, slumped little slip of paper. i stared at her, barely registering her words. after an awkward minute of silence, i took the check and left the apron draped over the chair opposite her desk. i didnt make eye contact with my coworkers as i left and i prayed they hadnt been able to hear the entire conversation between me and trixie, if it could be called a conversation.

i knew they mustve heard, even if they didnt it wasnt hard to put two and two together.

i shoved the check into my (wet) jeans pocket and made my way towards the flat. halfway home, i turned into the bank and cashed the check, knowing there was no way i would remember to do it tomorrow.

this was turning out to be the worst week of my life.

when i got back to the flat, half the boxes, micah, and penny were nowhere to be found. i holed myself up in my room again, this time having the foresight to take some food back into my room with me. i blasted my music, and kept the door locked again. the lock wouldnt actually keep penny out (there was a key for every room in the house) but if it was locked she wouldnt bother trying to intrude on my sob fest.

thursday

when i woke up, the house was empty. i made my way into the bathroom to freshen up and tried to ignore how quiet the flat was now. penny had even taken a lot of the photos and such with her, but she left most of the furniture (out of pity, i think). her and micah would get to buy all new furniture, together.

on the kitchen counter was a note, a key, and an address. her new apartment was within walking distance still (ten minutes or so). i imagined they were still settling in, and i still had nothing to say to her (i wasn't mad, i was just... not ready). anyways, i needed to start searching for a new roommate.

i went and grabbed my laptop, and settled in on the couch. i ignored the notifications reminding me to study or finish this project or that, and delved into my search. i didnt have class until later tonight, and i didnt have a job to get to either, so i had most of the day free.

i needed to search for a new job, too. there was no way i could afford rent if i didnt have a job, let alone a roommate to split the bill.

i had no idea where to start. i didn't really want to live with a stranger, but i absolutely didnt want to lose this apartment either. it was so close to campus, and i liked being near all the other students. it was ina great part of town, and almost everything i needed was within walking distance. maybe i could ask a classmate if they wanted to move in? it seems a bit short notice, and i imagine that by the end of the first semester everyone already has a place to live anyways.

i was screwed.

i grabbed some take out on my way back home, alone, and spent the rest of the night procrastinating homework and responsibilities. this is why i needed penny.

friday

it was obvious friday was following the same downward spiral when i woke up to a text from agatha, asking if she could come by to talk. she wanted to stay friends and she thought she left a jumper at my place.

i almost fell off the couch at four o'clock, when agatha let herself in to find me in my boxers on the couch.

"oh, hi, simon. didnt you hear me knocking?" she asked, hanging up her jacket and unraveling a scarf from her neck. i could smell her from here. that perfume would haunt me forever. i never really liked that scent. i'd have to light a candle after she leaves.

"no..." i mumbled, trying to be discreet as as tried to get my pants back on as fast as possible. agatha headed straight for my room to look for her jumper. she had no qualms, did she?

"simon, where did everything go? why is the flat so empty?" agatha asked, drawing back the curtains to let some sunlight into my cave. didn't she think this was awkward? why was she acting so normal?

i cleared my throat, "uh, penny moved out. she got an apartment with micah a few blocks down. she sprung it on me this tuesday." i covered the emotion in my voice.

"oh, well, thats great for penny and micah." she hummed and finally found her jumper, which had wound up in my laundry.

she started for the door. i refrained from going after her. i wasnt going to chase her and beg her to come back, not this time. even agatha seemed surprised. she stopped at the door, almost as if to tell my this was my last chance to chase her down and beg for her forgiveness.

i didnt move.

"it was good to see you, simon." she smiled and twisted the door knob, "coffee sometime, okay?"

"no, thank you, though." i said. i didnt miss the flash of surprise in her eyes as she shut the door behind her. i cranked the volume back up, and cried in tune with adele.

come dinner time, i made my way into the kitchen to try and find something to eat.

the fridge and cabinets were empty. all that was left was a jar of curry, a bag of peanuts, and expired milk. i let out a moan. penny always did the shopping.

i peeked at the clock. it was already nine. but i was starving, and i wanted ice cream. i deserved ice cream, after this shitty week. and maybe some alcohol. any type of alcohol.

i tugged on my old Watford sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweats, and dug through piles of crap until i found my wallet.

the store was half empty, and there was only one cashier open still, slowly checking out one old lady who couldnt seem to remember what she was doing. i made my way towards the milk and ice cream first.

i grabbed a smaller milk, because there was no way i would finish a whole one without penny, and it didnt look like id be getting a new roommate yet.

i stopped. there was another boy by the ice cream, grabbing the last tub of mint chocolate chip.

i lost it.

"no, no, no! merlin, no, you dont get to have the last of the mint chocolate chip!" i exclaimed and the guy jumped, spinning on his heel to face me. why was he in jeans, it was nine thirty already? who wears such nice jeans out to the grocery store.

"excuse me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"if you dont mind, id like that tub of ice cream. i deserve it. i had the fucking worst week of my life. and all i want is to go home, eat some goddamn mint chocolate chip ice cream, get drunk, and pretend im not doing it alone." i shouted. he stared for a minute, before he broke out in laughter.

my face went red, but i didnt back down. i wasnt letting him take that ice cream away from me, i didnt care how gorgeous he was.

"i dont want to be alone, either." he smirked. "but you cant finish this whole tub by yourself."

"then come help me." i teased. i couldnt help it. that smirk was infectious. and he had pretty eyes.

"fine. but youre buying the alcohol." he said, pointing towards the next aisle. he followed me into the next aisle over, and we picked out various bottles of various alcohols.

he didnt make me pay. in fact, he paid for my milk too. and then i let him follow me back to my flat.

"im baz." he said, holding out a slender hand.

"simon."

i dont remember how we got there, but i didnt mind when i woke up on top of baz, stretched out on my couch, with him in a pair of my sweats (those bloody jeans may have been hot but i knew they werent comfortable). i didnt even mind the hangover i could feel coming, or the messy, empty tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream on my coffee table.

not when baz was kissing me, mumbling “good morning, darling,” in my ear.

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jess-oh · 7 years

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Reflection

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im in a constant state where i feel like i just want to cry bc i feel so alone but then i dont want to cry in front of my classmates or my roommates or let anyone in or let my guard down but i also dont have marlena bc she’s going through her own things rn and i dont have andrew bc crying in person is just awkward and he’s been growing more and more apathetic which makes sense bc he’s a busy guy and he’s just gotta realize it for himself so i reached out to some friends like jeanne, jennifer, and annika but i just couldnt bring myself to be so open and vulnerable and just kinda brushed it off as stress but i am so overwhelmed and i dont know what to do and im way in over my head and

sigh

i just really need a break and time to gather my thoughts but i cant stop stressing over everything. it’s just so much to handle. and i asked andrew earlier if he still goes to his friends for advice when theyre going through a hard time and he said yes and questioned why i would think otherwise and idk if it’s him or me but i thought you should just back off and let them bc so as to not add the extra weight, yknow? i would never want to put my friends in a worse spot than they already are. i want to help them. so idk if im wrong or if he’s selfish or what but i do want to hear his reasoning. but man, i just feel like crying. all the time. im so nervous all the time. i want to be productive and do homework and it’s only the end of week 5 and i am dying. and i do really want to get better and do my best and put more effort into all my classes. and maybe that means taking a step back from church and my other extracurriculars. but i still want to be involved bc these are things that im really passionate about. i just.

i feel so alone and it’s hard. not being able to be open with anyone. it sucks always trying to be the strong one. and honestly, what heidi said to me still affects me to this day. in more ways than i originally thought. she said that everyone is going through a hard time but other people are just better at hiding it. and that struck a chord within me. it drove me off the rails. off the cliff. it pushed me to self harm myself bc i felt so helpless and worthless. and honestly, as much as i dislike to admit it, i still think im trying to put on this fake, strong facade. for the sake of not appearing weak. and act as if i have all my shit together when in reality, i am dying on the inside. im literally the guy in a pool of tears meme.

and i want to be productive so i keep pushing myself to do some homework assignments or at least get a head start whenever i can but...im just so frustrated. because im not in a mentally stable place rn so i cant fully commit or focus and im not even procrastinating on my work that much. and yes, i have a lot to do and it’s stressful but i thin more than that, im just not doing so great mentally and that’s been fucking me up. i do want to do well. i do want to get good grades and actually try and learn and find a support group that i can rely on. and it really does come down to how open i’m willing to be and how much of a risk im willing to take in opening myself up to them. and it’s hard and it’s scary and i feel like im not getting anywhere but i do really want to do better. honestly.

and God, I know that you are still a huge part of my life too and yeah, i have been putting my faith on the backburner while I’ve been trying to sort out everything going on right now with school and my personal life and everything and yknow what, i dont know if youre just asking me to rely on you more and to pray to you whenever i can and just giving it all up to you. and honestly, i think, to me, thats a sign of giving in. and i know that it isnt but in my mind, it is. i want to be strong and do things by my own strength and just push through this hard time. but man, i feel so alone. it’s hard when youre two closest friends are someone that’s going through a lot of family issues and the other is just apathetic and doesnt care. and i know he still does to some extent but i do want someone to push me and force me to do things that i dont always to do because im too scared. but they know that it’s the right thing to do. please, pull me out of my comfort zone but be there to catch me in the end and just remain supportive. please. thats all i need. i dont need you to tell me what i want to hear. tell me the truth. make me snap out of it. and...just be there for me. please. thats all i need.

i just took a photo of myself without a shirt on. nothing super intimate is showing but i did feel pretty confident. but my boobs are hanging out but i like so skinny but i also dont want anyone else to see it and judge me for it but it did make me feel a lot better and i want to check my weight and see if i lost any and i know that that is so vain but i have struggled for so long with my weight and how i appeared and im just so tired of it. i just want to be flawless. not really but kind of. that kind of “perfect” that is just so natural and comes without any effort. i wake up and someone finds me beautiful or attractive or worthwhile. and i know that i shouldnt be so focused on my appearance but it’s definitely been ingrained into my brain that it does matter. and as much as it sucks, i believe it.

i dream of being in a relationship. i have no idea with you. but im just so in love with that idea. with having someone that you care so much about that you want to be spend as much time as possible with them. someone that always has your back and you always have theirs and you never have to question it. someone you can just always hangout and chill with and you wont be too clingy. someone you are just so in love with and you feel comfortable just being yourself around them. i want that. that kind of love and intimacy and affection that you can only get from a relationship.

but i know that if it doesnt work out, it really will break my heart and the pain will be unbearable to live with. but i will push through. i’ll fight. i can do it. i just...

i dont know

i really miss having that comfort of having people that you know you can totally rely on wholeheartedly. because i cant out here. not anymore.

#reflection

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