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1994sunflower · 3 years

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Can you just make something really fluffy of just her hanging out with Ashton and Calum while Micheal is busy or something. Like just siblings love because I could use some nice fluff from my favorite writer at this point. Pretty please. If not it's totally chill. ( Heaven to you)

so so cute, I really liked exploring this friendship. hope you like it!

in which you spend some time with calum and ashton

“I’m serious Michael.” You kept pushing him away from you. Tapping the textbook on his lap, “You need to study, you’re going to fail the class if you don’t pass this exam.”

Michael groaned, “It’s a fucking elective, it’s not like I need it to graduate.”

He’d been trying to avoid the studying he denied needing (but knew he did). You were doing your best to not be distracting. You studied yourself, scrolled on your phone, never once speaking to him lest you take his attention away.

But his eyes always seemed to eventually trail over to your small figure laying on his bed after a long time of staring blankly at the book in front of him. Sometimes he would ask you what you were doing, claiming he was taking a break. Other times he would try to kiss you and start something you knew would definitely just destroy his concentration on classwork. He was just a natural procrastinator.

You pushed him away each time, no matter how sweetly he approached you or how innocent his words seemed. You knew his tricks. And frankly, you were worried you might be too weak to resist him if you let him get any closer.

“That’s right. It’s an elective you chose, so you have to study for it. I know you’ll do fine if you’d just actually try.” You’d made your mind up already on what the solution to the problem was. Because apparently it was you, he couldn’t concentrate with you in the room. You got up from his bed, taking your phone and his with you. No distractions. “I’ll come back when you’ve actually finished studying.”

“Wha-” Michael moved to grab your wrist but you moved out of the way quickly. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. You study or I’ll leave altogether. You’re going to pass this class.” You smiled at him, just to show him just how much you believed and cared about him. You were doing this for his own good. “I’ll be outside when you’re done.”

“What are you even going to do all alone?” Michael called out, turned away completely from his book as he stared at you with disbelieving eyes. You’d always ended up going along with his attempts of distractions before, you’d never actually gone this far to make him study. Not when your absence was likely the biggest punishment his girlfriend could inflict.

You huffed, stepping out of his room, “Worry about what you’re going to do in this room, Michael Clifford.”

You full named him. Michael groaned heavily as he rested his forehead against his desk, that was how he knew you were serious. And he had nothing to do but dreadfully start learning about a subject he didn’t even care about and barely understood during the little lectures he did attend. Because no matter how docile you may appear and how intimidating he may seem to everyone else, his small girlfriend was truly the only one who would ever be able to tell him what to do. He’s wrapped around your finger.

The house was lit up for once and you could see Ashton wrestling with the control in his hands, completely immersed in whatever war game was on in the television. Calum was sitting on the opposite side of the couch, glancing up at the screen every so often. But his attention was almost completely on the laptop on his lap. At least one of the people in that house tried to do his school work.

You stepped out hesitantly. You already missed the comfort of your boyfriend’s presence. It might’ve been a punishment for both of you. But it was for his best. So you sighed and moved forward nonetheless. You always felt equally as safe and more than happy in Ashton and Calum’s presence.

“What are you two doing?” You asked as you took a seat next to Ashton. Your movements were confident, like second nature because they never made you feel like you were intruding.

Ashton’s only acknowledgement of you was a nudge but Calum looked up from his screen and smiled at you. It hadn’t been long since you could say you barely knew him, compared to your relationship Ashton. But you were glad that your friendship had evolved and you felt a lot closer to him, a lot more comfortable and friendly.

Calum gestured to his screen which you couldn’t see, “Well, I’m doing my work unlike other people.”

Ashton was just able to let go of the controller with one hand to be able to flip Calum off before going back to handling it with two. The multitasking was honestly impressive.

“At least someone in this house is being a good student.” You muttered, placing Michael’s phone on your lap as you leaned back on the couch. A sigh left your lips as if all your attempts with Michael had left you exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” Ashton glanced at you and only then did you realize he had paused his game, “Are you insinuating that I’m not a good student?”

“I’m ‘insinuating’ that I didn’t know you knew big words.”

“Fuck you, Hood.”

Your giggles were the only thing that stopped Ashton from some saying some very select words to Calum. A smile formed on his lips without him even thinking about it. It was hard to repress, your happiness was contagious. He understood why Michael always talked about your goodness.

“Where’s Michael anyway?” Ashton asked, his tone already teasing. “I was wondering when you’d get sick of being around each other 24/7.”

“Hey!” You slapped his arm in faux-anger. To which he laughed promptly, ruffling your hair dismissively enough for you to swat at him again.

Your attempt to get your hair back to normal was useless until Calum decided to move forward and place the pieces of hair back in place for you. You sat perfectly still as he did. They were always gentle with you. Sometimes you wondered if they thought you would break otherwise, you looked dainty but you’d gotten used to Michael’s manhandling, not being held back by that.

“For your information, he’s studying too. So it seems you’re the only one who isn’t, Ash.”

Ashton eyed you up and down, “I don’t see a book in your hands.”

You glared up at him but to both he and Calum, you looked a little less threatening than a Chihuahua. So they did nothing but smirk back down at you until you huffed out and crossed your arms.

Calum closed his laptop, his attention evidently no longer being held by it. “So you’re just going to wait until he’s done?”

Ashton scoffed, “As if he’s actually studying. Sorry to tell you, Y/N, but you’re giving him way too much credit.”

You looked so offended at his words that both of them wordlessly burst out laughing. Ashton shook his head, his grin so big you could see his dimples as he held out the control in his hands to you.

“Here. While you wait the whole 10 minutes he’ll pretend to be studying, you can play with us.”

Ashton was serious about his games. Only letting a select few friends ever even pick up one of his controllers. It was a privilege for only the people he liked the most. One he was giving you and you beamed with pride. You took the controller from his hand.

Calum took the other one left abandoned on the floor. “I’m not going to go easy on you.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, feeling utterly too confident for someone who could barely hold the controller correctly. “You’re going down, frat boy.”

Calum let out a surprised laugh. It was so easy to forget who exactly he was associated with when he was so different from all the frat boys you’d ever known. You were grateful he was, because otherwise you’d never feel comfortable with him. And certainly never develop the close friendship you had with him.

Ashton was kind enough to change the game, knowing you weren’t fond of war, even depictions of it. How ironic for a girl who was dating a guy that seemed to bring the spirit of war anytime he got pissed off. He didn’t ask but you felt happy that he knew you enough to think of your preferences.

It was sweet. The way they took the time to remind you what exactly the keys did (Ashton reminding you for the nth time since the first time you taught you).

“You’ll do fine.” Calum waved dismissively, leaning back on the couch. His laptop long forgotten next to him. “But not better than me.”

When the game finally started, it was a slow start. Mostly because you were trying to get into the rhythm of things and Calum slowed down too, allowing you to adjust. They both watched you carefully, nodding when you were hesitant about pressing a button. Even giving you words of encouragement when you actually did well in the game. Or when your calm demeanor sent a wave of enjoyment through the three of you.

“I think we like you more than Michael.”

“Yeah, you better.”

Your grin and giggles was genuine. You were having fun. Even without Michael there. While any other time you’d be just counting down the time until you could get back to him. Good thing his friends, your friends as well, were so hospitable and nice to be around. That they included you and they liked you. It sure meant a lot to Michael anyway that the people closest to him cared for you and looked after you even when he wasn’t there.

Truthfully, they weren’t the type of guys you would’ve befriended if you hadn’t dated Michael; you were too shy and they were too outgoing and friendly. You would’ve been too hesitant to even try to go into their world or group, you would’ve been too awkward and nervous. But despite that, you felt perfectly comfortable in their presence. And you were glad they were your friends.

Ashton helped you a lot during the game. His gaze would be completely on the screen as he watched you and Calum play but his hands hovered over yours. His fingers sometimes clicking buttons for you that you never would have known to press otherwise. Other times, completely moving your fingers as if he was playing through your hands. You didn’t mind, in fact you preferred it when he helped. It was when you started winning.

His face was focused, serious as it always was when he was playing and it was kind of amusing to glance at, especially because technically, he wasn’t playing.

Calum didn’t call you out for cheating even though having Ashton help you technically was exactly that. It wasn’t that he wasn’t aware. It was pretty obvious, Ashton did nothing to hide it. And even if he did, it was kind of hard to not at least be suspicious when your sloppy gaming suddenly got much better and you started to win. But for your sake, Calum pretended to be oblivious.

Truth was, you sucked. But if anyone ever even tried saying that to you, they’d be asking for a death wish. Especially when you looked so content just to be involved, you trying your best. And that was what mattered to them.

It was subtle when Calum began to ease up on his playing. You didn’t notice. Not even when the game that was so close beforehand started to go overwhelmingly in your favor. Just like that Calum let you win. Even if he was known to be competitive. He could put that aside for his dear friend.

You squealed out in happiness, dropping the controller on the sofa as your arms went up in celebration. “Ash!! Did you see that?”

Ashton locked eyes with your excited one and nodded, his own arms mimicking yours and wooping in celebration. Your high fives were probably too many given that it was a video game you won by cheating half of the time and had been allowed to win. But his smile was large and his laugh was genuine.

He turned to Calum, both hands flipping him off in good humor while you placed your hands on Ashton’s shoulders, just enough to be able to look past him above his head to Calum.

You stuck your tongue out at him in the way that was not very sportsmanlike but very cute, so he couldn’t be mad. “Told you I’d win.”

Then you shrieked when Calum pulled your from your seat. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders enough to have you leaning forward from the weight. He wasn’t as big as Michael but he certainly rose up much taller than you. “Yeah, yeah. Good luck trying to beat me again.”

You were laughing along with him, looking up at the amused boy but you couldn’t respond. Michael’s door was flung open before you could. You hadn’t realized how loud the three of you were being.

“If I’m being forced to study could you two at least shut the fuck up so I can concentrate.” He didn’t leave his room, his head just peeking out of his doorway. He was as daunting as always, his face serious and close to emotionless. His words harsh. But if he wanted to be intimidating, it was a shame his demeanor didn’t effect the room filled with the closest people in his life.

Michael’s eyes softened when he spotted you in Calum’s arms. Obviously he hadn’t been talking to you, he never would be so brash with you. Especially when you looked at him with those eyes that said you could do no wrong. But he also hadn’t expected you to be participating in making the noise with his rowdy friends. His voice was markedly nicer, “Oh…what are you doing?”

“What we get yelled at but she doesn’t?” Ashton scoffed.

You smiled sweetly at Michael, knowing that he could never get mad at you. Your nose crinkled slightly from pride, “I just beat Cal at a game.”

Calum placed a hand on the top of your head, “She got lucky. But she’s actually pretty good.”

“She’s a natural.” Ashton interrupted, even if his words were a bit of an exaggeration, you still raised up on your tiptoes for a second at the praise. Ashton’s eyes held a mischief to them. “One of us just might steal her from you, I think she likes us better anyway.”

If it was anyone else that dared utter those words, you were sure the result would be much different. You could imagine the way Michael’s eyes would shut down in anger, the way his body would tense up and his knuckles would be ready to meet bone. They’d be on the ground bleeding, almost as quickly as the words would leave someone’s mouth. The same went if anyone else put their hands on you like Calum was currently doing.

But it was his best friend. Someone he trusted, cared for and most importantly, he knew cared and respected you as well. He knew his friends’ flirty comments were just talk, just to rile him up. So he did nothing but roll his eyes. “Don’t make me have to beat your ass. Just fucking try it.”

But his words were all bark, no bite. They couldn’t be when he was saying it to Ashton when he knew there was no real problem and when you looked so amused, no discomfort at all. Ashton and Calum were flirty with you before, only when Michael was around and only to get a reaction out of him. You never felt uncomfortable, they always respected boundaries and you had begun to enjoy seeing their friendship with your boyfriend.

Michael struggled with being friendly. But it was almost fascinating and sweet to see him enjoy himself with Ashton and Calum, play around with them like any other guy. Not like the angry, mean guy others saw him as. Even when it came to you, when it would otherwise be when he was most on edge and terrifying. It was a big part of why you felt so safe and secure in Ashton and Calum’s presence as well, because Michael seemed the same way and his trust wasn’t easily won.

Your boyfriend turned around after that and went back in his room. Muttering under his breath, not happy that he had to leave the fun and get back to studying. But you watched him o silently, a small smile on your face as he was actually responsible for once.

In truth, Michael was happy you got along so well. That he could leave you with them and be sure that they’d entertain you, keep you comfortable and safe when he wasn’t around. That you saw in his friends the same thing he did, that you liked them and didn’t mind spending time with them. Even with how different they were from you. They didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.

Even then, you found a way to connect with them to the point where he would find you laughing with them, that you’d hug them as a greeting or goodbye, could hang out with them on your own accord. Not being forced to just to make him happy to see his loved ones together.

It just went to show him, once again, how perfect his little girlfriend was. Everyone felt happy with you around, you embodied that happiness, it was impossible not to feel it. You were just so good. And it wasn’t just in his head, a side effect of the love he felt for you, that was proven when he saw the way Ashton and Calum succumbed to your goodness as well. They were powerless not to.

He couldn’t be prouder.

#5sos #5sos fluff #Michael clifford x reader #bad boy michael #Michael clifford fluff #5sos imagines #Ashton Irwin fluff #calum hood fluff #Ashton irwin #calum hood #Michael clifford #college au

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bffsoobin · 4 years

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lean on me

↳ finals week was looming and the world only continued to pile on. pushing the limits of the human brain became your new full time job as you tried to cram every piece of information into your head. one late night at the library becomes the straw that breaks the camel’s back and Taehyun comes to the rescue.

➤ slight angst, fluff, college!au

Word Count: 1,881

Requested?: yes

Warnings: self doubt and language!

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t reflective of what actual finals week feels like, lmao. I only had one finals week this year and I go to a liberal arts college where finals are “encouraged but not required”. Considering that, I tried my best to channel into my general stress from the week before winter break where all of my profs decided to have huge things due. Anywhooooo- the normal warnings that I didn’t proof read or edit apply here as always!

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The words on your notebook seemed to be running together more severely the longer you stared at them. You weren’t sure how long you had been trying to absorb the notes from your entire semester of lectures, but you felt as if you had been sitting in the desk chair for about five years. Rolling your shoulders back only relieved some of the tension in your muscles. With a heaving sigh, you made a shaky note in your planner to schedule with your chiropractor at the end of the week.

Finals week was shaping up to kill you. It was Saturday night, but instead of partying or spending the night cuddled up with your boyfriend, you were melting your brain into mush in the library. In a futile attempt to soothe the headache stinging behind your eyes, you pressed the heel of your palm into your forehead. Nothing changed other than the amount of frustration bottled up inside your chest. When you had scheduled at the beginning of the semester, your advisor warned you against taking all of these classes at once. As you added up all the material you needed to review, you could see why she had seemed so spooked for you.

Of course you had kept up all semester, but none of that seemed to matter right now as you were staring at two large presentations, three essays and two 3 hour long exams in the face. So that’s why you were here, occupying an entire table with highlighted notes and annotated textbooks. Truthfully, you had no clue what time it was as you pulled your computer closer to work on your presentation slides. For a class that you took as an elective, Art History has proven to be a complete pain in the ass. Clicking through your partially finished presentation, you suddenly became overwhelmed with the true gravity of the week ahead. All you wanted to do was crawl underneath the table and curl into a ball, but the nagging voice in the back of your mind reminded you that procrastinating would only make this week so much worse.

With a sigh you settled further into your seat and steadied your hands on your laptop keyboard and waited for motivation to strike. Your fingers skimmed over the keys for a few seconds as you typed half a bullet point and deleted it, unhappy with the wording. You glanced over at your notes, searching for a certain statistic that you knew was hiding somewhere in the pages. Where the hell was it? Moving the notebook closer to your face didn’t give you the insight you hoped it would as you continued to struggle. Irritation had you pulling at the roots of your hair as you continued to scan the pages within the chapter you had chosen to report on for your final project.

You whined quietly, knowing that your overtired eyes were keeping you from advancing through the one thing you had for sure wanted to accomplish tonight.

“Fine,” you mumbled, “I guess I can just study for Chemistry.” The sound of your laptop snapping shut resonated through the sparsely populated library and made you cringe. Too lazy to actually pick up the hulking textbook, you simply pulled it toward you and watched the cover glide over the sleek library table. Fatigue was clawing at the back of your eyes, begging for you to succumb and lay down to drool on your much too expensive textbook. You fought off the urge with a quick swig of your iced coffee and a pinch to the fat of your cheek.

You still weren’t sure how long you’d been studying, but you felt as if your brain was about to explode cartoon style all over the wall. Even your favorite vanilla iced coffee had done nothing to increase your awareness, as you found yourself stuck in the perpetual loop of rereading a single paragraph about how to do gram to mole conversions. In the back of your mind, you knew it was time to pack up and go home. It was only now that you heard the insistent humming of the fluorescent lights that dotted the ceiling sporadically. Your left eye twitched. It was time to admit defeat and make the walk back to your apartment.

The night was surprisingly calm, and even in the late hour (early morning?) the air was infused with a comfortable warmth that made you feel a bit more at ease despite the looming tension headache you could feel. With the route memorized and your body set on the soft embrace of your bed, the walk back to your apartment was quick and easy. Once you stepped inside, you noticed lights on in the small kitchen and the low hum of a comedy special on the television. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the sound of hurried footsteps heading toward the front door. Taehyun.

Your boyfriend stood in front of you, mouth open wide and eyes scrunched together in worry. An apology was already on the tip of your tongue before he began to speak.

“Where have you been?” his words were saturated with a level of concern that made your heart crack like an eggshell. “I texted and called you all night! I was so worried, Y/N. Do you even know what time it is?” You noticed that his hair was ruffled and the way that half circles of darkness underlined his usually bright eyes before your brain could even register the weak timbre of his voice.

What you wouldn’t give to melt into your slightly scuffed wooden floors. At the mention of time, you dug into the front pocket of your bookbag until you found the piece of technology you had inadvertently ignored almost all day. In bright, glaring numbers it read 1:34. You winced at the time combined with the bundled up text and call notifications, all from Taehyun.

“I’m so sorry,” your voice dwindled as the full weight of your mistake settled into your chest. The idea of Taehyun sitting around your shared apartment all night, alone and worrying about you, pulled a shaky sob from your chest. You risked a glance his way and soon became helpless to the dam of pent up emotions finally breaking down. “I didn’t,” you sucked in a shuddering breath, “mean to leave you hanging I-I just,” your voice runs dry and sticks in your throat as hot tears continue to streak down your cheeks. Taehyun’s feet, encased in the socks you had gotten him for your anniversary, entered your limited field of view before you felt his arms fastening around your shaking form. His familiar scent only sent you straight into even more upset.

“I was at the library studying all night and I forgot to tell you- god, how could I forget? I’m so sorry, Taehyun, I’ve just been so overwhelmed with all my finals and I was trying not to get distracted so I put my phone away-” Taehyun shushed you, carding through your hair with a careful hand as you cried into his sweater.

“It’s okay, love. I was just worried that you were hurt, I’m not mad about it, I promise. I know you’re overwhelmed with finals,” he gently guided you toward your shared bedroom as you continued to gasp for air through your tears.

“No! I was a bad girlfriend. You deserve to be mad at me! I could have just sent you a text but I was too stupid to even think about that,” you sniffled until you felt like your nose was no longer running. Taehyun tutted in disagreement as he finally sat you down against your plush pillows.

“Do not ever,” he grabbed a tissue and wiped the most obvious tears off of your face, “say that you’re a bad girlfriend. You’re just forgetful sometimes. Focused on one thing at a time. I know that you’re worried about finals, and I didn’t mean to make you feel any worse,” he kept his gaze steady on you even as you felt the urge to look away. You knew he was right. Your stress had been mounting so high that the mere thought of Taehyun being upset with you had overfilled your glass.

Taehyun turned away from you and for a second your breath stilled in your lungs. Was he actually mad? Was he collecting his thoughts before explaining all the scenarios he had worried over while you were gone? In the midst of your worrying, you had missed the way he rifled through your drawers to find you an outfit which he settled gently onto your lap.

“Here,” his voice was impossibly soft, “get changed, you’ve been wearing that since we went for lunch earlier.” Like his words had casted a magic spell, you registered the uncomfortable pinch from the waistband of your jeans and got up to quickly change as he busied himself with pulling down the covers on your bed. He welcomed you into the bed with open arms that you readily crawled into. Admittedly, you still felt a bit like an awful person for not even texting him, but you knew there was nothing more you could say. Taehyun pulled you into his chest, intertwining your hands and wedging them between your bodies.

The position was warm and intimate and helped to soothe the headache still vibrating behind your eyes.

“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” his nose was only inches away from yours, and you couldn’t resist the urge to bump them together. A wide smile sprawled onto his face. “You’re going to do amazing on finals, love. You always do. My smart baby,” a deep blush bloomed across your cheeks. For as long as you’d known and dated Taehyun, he never failed to fluster you with the right words. Taehyun’s eyes crinkled at your reaction.

“You’re my cute baby, too. You know what else I think about you?” His voice was lulling you into a sleep that you quite frankly hadn’t expected to come across so quickly. Lazily, you hummed in place of asking a question.

“I think you’re my baby who deserves to give herself a day off. You can’t run yourself ragged all week, love,” he carefully untangled your hands laying between the two of you to drag his fingers over the sensitive skin of your cheeks. “I hate seeing you so worn out, especially this early in the week. It scares me,” your eyes fluttered back open at the shake in his voice. A new stream of tears snuck out of your eye without you noticing.

“I’m sorry, Taehyun. I promise I’ll take tomorrow off. We can…” your mind blanked into a lovely fuzzy place as fatigue began to drag your eyelids down again. “I dunno, we can deal with that ‘morrow,” you offered weakly. Taehyun’s cool fingertips ghosted over your closed eyes as he hummed in agreement. He pulled you closer to his chest and you took the opportunity to tuck your face into his neck and sigh in content. A firm hand ran down the expanse of your back as all of your stress was carried away by peaceful slumber. No matter how crazy this week got, you knew you had Taehyun to lean on.

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ofnifflersandkings · 5 years

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Title: Roses are Red

Character: Miles Morales

A/n: Happy belated Valentine’s day from your favorite spiderboi

•

You looked down at your desk with a look of pure anguish on your face. In a fit of rage, you tossed you pencil off to the side and sat back to look at your work with a huff.

To put it nicely, it looked horrible.

You picked up the sketchbook you bought from the art supply store on the way home. You held it an arm’s length away from your face, seeing if maybe some distance would increase the quality.

When that proved useless, it took all of your will power to not shove open your window and throw the whole thing out of it.

You pressed your back against your chair, catching a glance at the evergrowing pile of crumpled attempts sitting in your wastebasket. And you could’ve cried right there.

Tomorrow was Valentines Day, and hear you sat trying desperately to make a decent picture for Miles.

The two of you weren’t necessarily dating. It was more of a let’s very clearly have a thing for one another but ignore our emotions till we die sort of situation.

You didn’t expect Miles to do anything in return, but you thought it would be nice to draw him something special as a token of your affection.

Only the problem was that you weren’t anywhere near as good of an artist as he was. Everything you put on the paper just seemed so ugly and nothing looked good enough.

As time crept mercilessly onwards, your frustration only grew. You could feel your anxiety settle in at the base of your stomach and you contemplated forgetting about the whole thing.

What if he took one look at your pathetic drawing and laughed?

The rational part of your brain told you that you knew he’d never be so cruel, especially not to you. But the doubt in the back of your mind was coming in and making itself comfortable.

It certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying. This had been the second sketchbook you’d purchased to try and create him something that was good enough for him.

But you were really falling flat.

You looked over at a framed photograph of the two of you, the happy expression on both of your faces made you smile.

Miles was just so sweet, and you liked him more than you probably should’ve. Heaven knows if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be stressing about a simple present as much as you were.

You closed your eyes and took a deep inhale to calm yourself down. Maybe you were just thinking too hard about this, so you decided to approach this from a different angle.

•

“You don’t think she’s mad at me do you?” Miles asked, staring up at his phone screen.

He had tried messaging you a couple of times since classes ended that day. This had been the fourth day in a row that you had skipped hanging out at lunch or during your free time at the end of the day.

Any time he would ask you to go see a movie with him or hang out on the school grounds and let him show off his new designs, you’d give him a half handed excuse about how you had too much homework to catch up on.

Miles knew you well enough to know that something was up. Sure, you would procrastinate on your work from time to time. But this felt very off, you were usually never this behind.

Yesterday, he even offered to help you finish up your assignments. But you quickly told him you had it under control before you took off without another word.

Truthfully, Miles was beginning to worry. Did you not want to hang out with him anymore?

He looked over at your gift sitting on his nightstand and suddenly felt very self-conscious about giving it to you tomorrow.

This would be his very first Valentine’s Day with someone to show his affection towards. And if he was being 100% honest, he had been very excited to spend the day with you.

But now he was just worried.

“You know (Y/n) better, probably busy with something and can’t get to the phone.” Ganke chimed in, turning away from his monitor to give Miles a reassuring smile.

“Yeah,” Miles said, scrolling back on some previous text messages between you two, trying to see if he had said something to make you upset with him. “I do know better.”

•

You came into school the next morning with a skip in your step and a smile etched onto your face. Somehow, someway, the stars had alligned and you had managed to make a gift you were happy with.

Class Committee had gone into school early that morning and taped flowergrams to people’s lockers. When you got to yours, you were surprised to see a red rose taped onto the door.

You beamed, gently pulling it off and twirling it in your hand. You knew it had been from Miles, he had tried to casually ask you what flowers you liked for no reason in particular.

You placed it in the very top shelf of your locker, setting it right on top of Miles’ present for safe keeping until the end of the day.

The rest of the day passed by as normal, the only difference was that Miles was now the one absent from lunch. He had missed a Physics test from the beginning of the week, so you had no time to explain your sudden disappearances.

“You really threw him for a loop there,” Ganke said, attepting to catch a grape he tossed into the air in his mouth. “I actually felt bad, almost revealed your whole surprise right then and there.”

You looked up from your math homework. “He was worried?”

Ganke nodded. “Miles thought you were mad at him so that’s why you kept bailing on lunch.”

You snorted, “He’s such a dork.”

“A dork you looove.” Ganke cooed, breaking off into a cackle when you chucked one of your own grapes at him.

“Don’t think I forgot about you though,” You said, reaching into your bag and sliding a giant pack of gummy worms over to him.

Ganke gasped dramatically and pulled them to his chest. “You know the way to my heart.”

•

Miles stared at the clock in his final class for the day, it felt like the bell would never ring. Ganke had told him you definitely weren’t mad at him, so now all he wanted to do was see you.

As soon as the bell rang, he was at the door and in a full on sprint to get to your locker before you had a chance with leave without him.

He turned the hallway and saw you just as you pressed your locker door shut. Your bag was already on and he saw the carnation he had gotten for you in your hand.

The sight made him equally relieved and flittery in his stomach. Relieved for fact that you were holding it was solid proof you really weren’t mad at him. And the other because he had never gotten flowers for someone he liked before and the reality of it made his head want to reel.

With this newfound reassurance he bounded up to with a big smile and placed his hands over your eyes to block your vision.

“Guess who?”

He felt you chuckle and it made his smile beam.

You pretended to contemplate it with a few very dramatic hums before a funny idea came into your head. “Is it Spider-Man?”

If a sentence could kill someone, Miles would’ve dropped dead on the floor. He truly couldn’t get his brain to form a sentence but he realized if he didn’t something soon it would make things worse.

Miles faked a laugh and released his hands. “So now we’re playing games? I see how it is.”

You turned around to face him and smiled. “I just wanted to see your reaction. It’s not like you could actually be Spider-Man.”

A thought ran through his mind, ‘This is great, this is your get-out-of-jail free card, take it and run with it,’ but the more prideful side of him couldn’t help but feel slightly offended and curious for your reasoning.

“What makes you think I couldn’t be?” He asked, trying to make it sound as casual as possible.

Your brows furrowed slightly as his sudden question and you laughed. “I don’t know?” You posed as a question more than a statement. “Probably because your Mom would kill you before any supervillian could if she found out.”

Miles couldn’t hide his laugh. “Alright, you got me.”

You looked at him and the nervousness over giving him your gift was starting to settle in again. Should you wait? Should you just get it over with now while there was still time to run?

“I got something for you,” You began, before stumbling over your sentence. “Well not really got, I made it.”

Miles felt his face get all warm. “You made something for me?”

You got flustered and felt to shy too say anything else, so you nodded. You had been holding the sketchbook against your chest, so you held it out to him.

“It isn’t very much, but I tried to make it personal if it couldn’t be good,” You said, undoing the leather strap that held it together.

Miles flipped through the pages. Each page from cover to cover was filled with doodles, some were of the two of you, and others were just funny little comics that you knew would make him laugh.

There was the time when he convinced you take old sheets and cut them up to make ghost costumes you could both wear around. But because Miles never ties his shoes, he tripped in his costume and fell smack on his face.

Normally you would’ve rushed over to help, but seeing this giant blob of white hit the floor with a shrilly cry was too much, and you laughed for about ten minutes instead.

You watched Miles flip through it. Each time he’d laugh or smile, you felt a tiny bit of pressue ease from your shoulders. Maybe you hadn’t done too bad afterall.

When he got to the final page, there was a small message written on it along with a picture of the two of you taped to the inside of the back cover.

For the very best person I know,

It isn’t much but I tried to put in all the thought and love I could muster

Happy Valentine’s Day

Miles just stared at the final page, his fingers running along your handwriting as an almost overwhelming amount of emotion ran through him.

The silence was starting to make your anxiety build up again and you rolled back and forth on your feet. “It’s alright if you don’t like it.”

He looked up at you like you were crazy. “You’re kidding? This is now the most important object I own.” He stated proudly, closing it up and holding it close it him.

You laughed and it made his chest feel light.

“Really though, thank you for making this for me.”

You bashfully shrugged your shoulders. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

“Gonna make my gift look like nothing.” Miles said, taking his bag off of his shoulder so reach inside and pull out a wrapped package.

You looked wide-eyed at it and then looked back at him. “You got me a gift?”

“Well yeah,” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What kind of valentine would I be if I didn’t. I have a reputation to uphold.”

You smiled and took his gift, slowly peeling off the wrapping paper. It was a painting on an art board of the two of you, ironically of the same photo you had taped to the back of his book.

It was beautiful, his art always was. The colors were super bright and you could help but trace your fingers along the visible brush lines.

“I think we compliment each other well,” Miles teased, looking down at the painting with you. “You know what, that was genius, I should make cards or something.”

You laughed and turned to him, placing your hand on his shoulder and reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek, right near the corner of his lips.

“It’s wonderful, Miles.”

He froze right on the spot, his face felt

so warm he worried he might burst into flames right on the spot. When he felt your lips leave his skin he actually let out a giggle.

Miles immediately cleared his throat to cover this and suavely leaned in close to you, taking your hand in his. “Let’s see if we can catch that movie we missed earlier.”

#miles makes my heart warm #he is an absolute ham #miles morales imagines #miles morales imagine #miles morales x reader #into the spiderverse imagine #into the spiderverse imagines #spider man:into the spiderverse #miles morales

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brokemultidotexe · 6 years

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Unexpected Pt. 4

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You never expected your trip to Seoul to end up like it does. You didn’t expect to step off the plane and have coffee pour down your shirt. You also didn’t expect the guy to offer to show you around the city. You notice things about him that don’t quite make sense, like how he shows interest but will only see you when he has the time which is at random hours during the day and night. Who knew your only friend in Seoul would turn out to be an international star and just how difficult things could get.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: None

Genre: Romance/Friendship

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

You groaned hearing a phone ring. The shrill tone made you want to murder whoever was calling. You blindly started feeling around and your hand landed on the receiver of the phone, “Yes?” You were more than mildly annoyed, you had just gotten to sleep.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice floated through the receiver.

“JK?” you asked groggily.

“Hey, sorry I forgot just how bad your jetlag was. I’ll let you get back to sleep.” you rolled over so you were on your back.

“What time is it?” you cleared your throat and pulled yourself up into a sitting position.

“Ten.”

“You called me at ten in the morning? I just fell asleep.”

“It’s ten at night.” you wiped at your eyes and looked over at the clock by the phone. You were surprised to see that it was indeed ten and you had slept through the whole day, but it explained why your body was stiff and achy.

“Oh. damn, I didn’t expect to sleep that long.” you stretched with a small groan.

“Well go back to sleep I can call back another time.”

“No, I need to try and get my sleep schedule right.” You slid to the edge of the bed and set your feet on the floor. “So what’s up?”

“Well I had some free time and wanted to see if you’d take me up on my offer to hangout.” A smile spread across your face. The thought of spending time with him was incredibly appealing.

“Yeah, I need to take a shower but I can meet you at the airport again if you want.”

“Actually, I was thinking I could just come to you? I’ll bring food.” Your stomach growled involuntarily.

“Okay, sure. Just come up when you get here and I’ll let you in.”

You said your goodbyes and quickly grabbed your things to shower. You tried to be as quick as possible but you also wanted to fully get all the grime from yesterday off your body and thoroughly wash your hair. You had just finished getting dressed when you heard the light knock at the door. You walked over and looked through the peephole and saw JK standing there, mask on as always. You really wanted to ask him about it and told yourself that you would work up the courage to do so. You weren’t sure why it made you a little nervous to ask, part of you was worried you would offend him or something and he was basically your only friend. You opened the door and gave him a smile and he slid inside with food in hand.

“Oh man.” you could feel yourself salivate at the smell of pizza.

“I hope you don’t mind the toppings, I wasn’t sure what you liked.” He set it down on the bedside table and opened it for you to see. In all its glory sat a plain cheese pizza and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re hilarious.” You sat on the bed and grabbed a slice and took a bite. You weren’t sure you had ever had pizza taste this good.

“I like to think so.” He stood and looked at you while you ate and you froze.

“Are you not eating?” you asked even though you already knew the answer.

“I already ate.”

You nodded, “of course you did. You realize it’s really awkward when I’m the only one eating.” He slid his hands into his pocket and he seemed uncomfortable and you felt bad, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No it’s okay, I mean I kind of get it. I guess I never took it into consideration because normally when there’s food I’m eating.”

“But not with me.” you didn’t say it accusingly, it was more of an observation.

“It’s not like that.” he said quickly.

“I don’t mean it in any certain way, honestly I can’t even say that’s a true statement as I just met you yesterday.” You shrugged.

“Speaking of yesterday, I wanted you to know that it was the most relaxing time I’ve had in awhile and I appreciate you letting me drag you to the river.” He sat down on the bed in front of you and you pulled your feet closer to you to give him more room so you would both be comfortable.

“Oh, I’m going back at some point. It was too incredible not to.” His eyes lit up and you were pretty certain he was smiling. You decided to scrape up as much courage as you could in hopes you could get your question out and not seem offensive or stupid in any sense. “I have a question.” He made a noise indicating for you to go ahead and ask. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but this is more of a curiosity thing. Umm…why do you wear your mask everywhere?” You watched him carefully as his eyes met yours, there was a stiffness in his body that hadn’t been there before you asked.

He took a deep breath, “Would you accept my answer if I told you it was for a good reason and hopefully at some point I can tell you?”

You nodded your head, “I can accept that.” You leaned over and grabbed another slice of pizza taking a bite. When you looked up he was looking at you, “What?”

“I’m not sure, I guess I just expected more of a push back?” His gaze never waivered.

“I don’t have to see your face to hang out with you. If you never tell me then I can live with that, but I’m definitely going to start to wonder if its an elephant trunk or tentacles at some point.” His sudden laugh caused you to jump but you shook your head and took another bite.

You had finished the pizza yourself within thirty minutes and you were regretting every bit of it. You had hit that miserable stage and the two of you were just hanging out on your bed continuing the conversations from the night before. All of the awkwardness that had been there in the beginning had already started to fade and it was starting to feel normal. You both managed to agree on a lot of things and what you didn’t agree on you balanced each other out, so it made keeping a conversation going quite easy.

“So why Korean Studies?”

“Why dancing?” you countered.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Loaded question, plus I asked you first.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and wanted to slap yourself mentally, because apparently you had gone back to school yard shenanigans. “Truthfully I kind of stumbled into it. I went into college without a declared major, so I coasted through most of my basic classes. I waited until the very last day to sign up for classes and all I could get to finish out my schedule was a foreign language course. Spanish, French, and German were all packed to the max. So it was between Korean and Chinese. I had always wanted to visit Korea so I figured that it might fuel me wanting to learn the language. Next thing I know I’m filling up every semester with classes that ended up leading me to a degree in Korean Studies. Most of my knowledge is from the past in Korea, so while I do know a little about present day, I could probably write you a thousand page novel on just about anything that happened here.”

“So pretty much by laziness. You learned a hard language because you procrastinated until the last minute.” he laughed.

“Yeah, basically. But I ended up falling in love with the language and Korea itself. Its pretty much the main reason I’m here. If I had never chose Korean then I wouldn’t be here, or if I was I wouldn’t understand you and you’d have to talk in English.”

“Thank your procrastinating self for me then.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” you waved him off and he fell into the bed he was laughing so hard. You shook your head at him and bit back a smile. You never thought you’d feel grateful for having hot coffee spilled on you, but you enjoyed your time with JK and you enjoyed talking to him. You hoped that while you were staying here that you could both continue to hang out. You had the weekend coming up and knew that you should probably start looking for an apartment and probably buy some more clothes. You had enough money to last you living in a hotel for a few months and some pocket change, but not much. You didn’t want to be bored all the time and figured it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to start looking for a job, at least part time.

“Hey do you know where I could go and buy some clothes?” You shifted in the bed so you were sitting up a little more to get comfortable. He was still laid out across the bed and you couldn’t help but notice how incredibly attractive he looked in a beanie.

“Uh, there’s a shopping district of sorts. I’m not sure if that’s what you’re looking for or if you’re thinking of something like that place in the states. Umm…its blue and yellow and everywhere.”

You laughed, “Walmart?”

He pointed at you, “Yes, that. I mean we have an H&M if that works. I think it’s on the cheaper side.”

“Yup. I’ll probably hit that tomorrow and get some more clothes. I didn’t think about seasons and the fact it’s getting colder and I don’t want to keep wearing oversized sweatshirts.” He sat up on the bed and tilted his head to the side a little.

“How much of your trip did you actually plan for?”

You blushed because you knew you hadn’t really done any research of any kind or even planned out what you were going to do. You just figured you would figure it out once you got here, but you were starting to realize that it probably wasn’t the smartest plan. “Probably not as much as I should have, but it’ll work out.”

He shook his head and got off the bed and walked around to the bedside table and pulled open the drawer and grabbed the pen and pad of paper. He sat back down so he was right across from you and got comfortable. “I’m going to help you plan what you’re going to need while you’re here and steps for the time you’re here.” he put pen to paper, “So we have the fact you need clothes. You will probably want a metrocard to get around Seoul so you don’t have to fuss with money. Find you a place to stay that’s not in a shady part of town and either get it furnished or buy your own furniture. Find a job if that’s something that you need to do. Number six is the most important.” You watched as he wrote all of it down and then handed it to you.

You were okay having conversations in Korean but reading it was always something you struggled with a little more than you wanted to. You grabbed the pen from him and under his handwriting started to translate just to make sure you didn’t miss anything. You got to number six and shook your head smiling once you finished translating, “Hang out with JK when possible.”

“Like I said, number six is the most important.” You could tell he was smiling under the mask.

“Okay, I’ll make sure number six is carried out as often as possible. Plus, you’re the only person I even know here so who else would I hang out with?”

“I don’t really hang out with anyone if it makes you feel better. I normally stay home with my roommates, so it’s been nice to get out.”

“Roommates, as in plural? How many roommates do you have?”

You saw him hesitate for only a second, “Six.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Wow, that’s a lot of roommates. That must be a huge place to have seven bedrooms.”

He shook his head, “No, most of us share a room.” you tried to wrap your head around why he has so many roommates. Seoul was expensive to live in, so maybe they all pitched in to afford a nice place.

“Wow. I’m not used to someone having that many roommates.” you said still in awe of the information.

“Well we practice together, so it just makes sense.” he shrugged. “Which speaking of, I’m probably going to have to leave in a little bit. I’ve got an early practice and it’s never fun dancing for that long with only a few hours of sleep.”

“How long do you practice for?”

He shrugged, “Sometimes twelve hours, depends on the day really.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You were certain that you misheard him. There is no way he could practice for twelve hours, five days a week.

“I said sometimes.” He pointed out.

“How? How is that physically possible?” you were still trying to process the fact that he would practice for twelve hours in a single day.

“We take breaks.” He shrugged.

“You realize that’s not a normal thing.” you couldn’t help but comment.

“Do you want me to take you to get clothes tomorrow?” he changed the subject and you stared at him. You really hated when he did that. “I won’t be able to meet you until nine but, we can get there a little bit before the store closes.”

“Yeah sure, but we’re sticking a pin in this conversation and we’re going to come back to it at some point.” you pointed at him so he knew you were serious.

He put his hand over his chest, “I promise we can talk about it at some point, but not today.”

You nodded, “Fine. I accept that…for now.”

“I can already tell you’re going to give me a run for my money, but I’m up for the challenge.” he got up off the bed, “I need to head back, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I can meet you.”

He shook his head, “No, I’ll come get you. Just be ready to go.”

“You’re going to become a pain in my ass aren’t you?” You smiled at him.

“Probably.” He headed towards the door and you walked behind him to see him out. Once in the hall he turned to face you, “But I promise I’m worth it.” You weren’t sure if he just winked at you or if you just happened to miss the other eye closing, but either way it caused your stomach to flip.

After taking a few steps called out, “See you tomorrow Y/N.”

AN: So I thought I would take a minute to explain a few things. This will be a slow burn fic and will probably have multiple chapters, as we get into the story more the chapters will become longer. I’m trying to keep things a little realistic, plus I’m still trying to figure out exactly how I want to work him taking the mask off and as far in the future of finding out he’s a part of BTS. Also, if you ever wanna talk just message me. I’m bored half the time and would love to find someone to chat with while I work through these chapters. I hope you all enjoyed, if you did can you just comment that you’re still into the story, that way I know people want it to continue. And if anyone is up for me bouncing ideas off them for future parts send me a message.

*requests are OPEN*

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mara-twins · 6 years

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3 Years - Part One

Author: @weird-sensation

3 years. You have known these 7 wonderful guys for 3 whole years. To be quite honest, it didn’t even feel like that long. You used to be a waitress at a restaurant downtown, and it was actually your last week there, when they all had piled in. The hostess sat them in your section, and told you it was a group of 7. You rolled your eyes, not really caring for groups larger than 4. They tend to be louder and not tip very well. Pulling the strings on your apron a bit tighter, you walked over to their table and low and behold, there they were. On the outside you were calm and collected (you were still at work, so you had to be professional), but on the inside, holy cookies and cream ice cream you were a wreck. This was your first encounter with someone famous, and it wasn’t just one, IT WAS ALL SEVEN OF THEM AT YOUR TABLE. Long story short, you got along nicely with them. Anytime you walked away to visit other tables, and go put orders in, you’d take a quick sneak peek at them, still dazed by the fact that your favorite male group was here. They stayed longer than most groups, just having a good relaxing time and truthfully, you didn’t want them to leave yet. By the end of the night, they were ready to head back to their hotel and prepare for a photo shoot they had the next morning. Everyone of them was so kind, they even wanted to hang out with you outside of your workplace. Thus, began a friendship that changed your life, obviously for the better.

3 years ago, you met them. You had accumulated a bunch of vacation days at your job, and decided you wanted to use most of them to go visit your seven lovely friends. It clearly wasn’t the first time you had flown out to see them, and it wasn’t going to be your last either. Getting off the plane and navigating through the airport seemed all too familiar, seeing as you’ve done this same routine every time you visit. They’d always tell you they want to pick you up and drive you to your hotel, but you’d always decline, knowing how crazy it’d be if someone spots them. Each time you visit, you stay at the same hotel, and ironically enough, the same room. You were always curious how that room was always available when you were here. Unpacking your clothes and hopping into a shower was the first things you did when you arrived. That long plane ride always wore you out, even if you were sleeping for most of the flight. Stepping out of the almost boiling hot water made you feel like a whole new person. It was already cold in Seoul, so the hot shower really livened you up after freezing your butt off at the airport. You never told them how long you’d wait for a ride, especially when it was cold out, because knowing them they’d rush to where you were to pick you up. You would always meet up on your second day, giving yourself ample time to rest and relax before you become face to face with a bunch of hyper crazed boys.

3 years of jokes, laughter, late nights, and take-out. You couldn’t have asked for better friends. They were always there for you, even if they had their own problems to deal with. At first, you never wanted to talk about things going wrong, always thinking your ‘normal people’ problems would be boring to them, even if they asked. Yet soon enough, you would all cram together in their dorm living room and vent. Obviously, their problems reside with; being sore from practice, jet-lagged from all the flights they take, missing home, and not getting enough sleep or enough to eat. Ah, the idol lifestyle. Your problems were more mundane; people in your classes were annoying to be around, professors giving way too many essays to count, rude and obnoxious customers at work, and not getting enough sleep some nights because you procrastinated on a project and need to get it done in the next 24 hours or you fail that class for the semester and then you’ll have to take it again which is a waste of money and time. You know, the ‘normal people’ lifestyle. They encouraged you to talk to them, even if they couldn’t give you a solution, just wanted you to know that all of them were there to listen and help any way they could. You did the exact same thing with them. Knowing some of them weren’t the type to express their problems or what they’re stressed about, you’d continuously tell them that you were always available to listen and help if you could. Even though it was normally just Jackson, Bambam, and Yugyeom who would talk about what was causing them to stress out so much, you still felt as if you were the happiest person alive. Yes, the things they’re expressing to you may not exactly be in your ball park, but you were always willing to listen and help, and they appreciated that. Sometimes, they would be missing their families while they were away, and they would send you a quick text saying how they were feeling particularly down that day, and you would drop whatever it is you were doing and send them the longest text you could. Explaining how you understood how they were feeling, and that their schedules would clear up soon, so they can go back home and spend time with their parents and siblings. You’d explain how you felt for them, but let them know that there are so many people out there right now who are eagerly waiting for their next concert, vlive, a video from their YouTube channel, or even simply a tweet or post on Instagram. You’d tell them that they are making so many people happy, by doing what they’re doing, and no matter what, they’d always have the love and support of their fans. After a while, they would thank you for the kind words you said, and tell you that they appreciate you as a friend. You would always be there to listen, even if it is Bambam texting you at 3am letting you know that he just picked out his flashy outfit for tomorrow, which would include 17 pictures of him in it from every different angle you could imagine.

Plopping yourself down onto the bed, you pull out your phone and post a new picture on Instagram. Nothing special, just the TV in the background and a thumbs up. You wrote a caption to go along with it,

“Made it. Flight was long as always, but I’m used to it. Got the same room as I always do, not sure how that happens, but I’m not complaining. Feels good, feels familiar. Ready for a great vaca. Get to see my fave boys tomorrow.”

Not even ten minutes later, you’re getting notifications.

‘333cyj333 liked your post and commented, jacksonwang852g7 liked your post and commented, mark_tuan liked your post and commented, bambam1a liked your post and commented, prdsdef liked your post, yu_gyeom liked your post and commented, pepi_jy_ liked your post.’

Looking at what they had commented, you smile at their dorkiness and sweetness. Your friendship with them wasn’t a secret, you had posted pictures with them all the time, and they did the same. One time, you had tagged along on one of their filming’s of Weekly Idol and you stood behind the cameras watching them dance around like idiots the entire time. On their breaks from filming, you’d sit next to them talking about whatever was coming to mind at that moment. Their crew knew you were friends, the filming crew knew you were friends, and now the hosts did too. They even came around and asked how you all met. You would laugh and explain to them how they walked into the restaurant where you worked and practically spent the whole night there, eating and talking to their hearts content, just having a good time off. You liked thinking back on all these memories you shared with them, it always made your heart swell with the love you have for the seven of them.

The next morning, you woke up to knocking on your door. You weren’t even awake when you dragged yourself up and out of the bed to answer the constant bumping of knuckles on wood. Slowly opening the door with hooded eyes that were ever so slightly closing with every breath you took, you see Mark and Youngjae beaming at you. Blinking once more, you turn away from the door and walk back over to the bed and crawl back under the covers, mumbling very quiet profanities the entire time. Hiding in your cocoon of blankets, you hear a door close and feet walking towards you. The pillow you had your head rested on gets yanked out from underneath you, and starts hitting your coma-like-state body. You didn’t need to see who it was, because you already knew. Youngjae always seemed the most excited when you visited, and you were the closest to him out of all the guys, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to act like this.

“Isn’t it 8am? Why are you here? Why are you up?”

You groaned, rolling onto your other side,

“Who cares? We need to get an early start. You’re here now, so get up.”

Youngjae spoke, a little too enthusiastically for this hour,

“Youngjae, get off the bed and let her wake up properly.”

You hear Mark say as he pulls the younger one by his arm. Slowly emerging from the bedding, your rub you face, staring at the two, who were now sitting on the nearby chairs.

“Let me get ready, I guess. You two are buying me coffee...waking me up this early. Youngjae doesn’t even wake up until noon on your days off, so why are you this chipper?”

“You’re here! We haven’t seen you in almost 7 months.”

It was true, it has been awhile since you last got together, and you did miss them, so you couldn’t be mad at the kid. Walking over to the dresser, you grab the clothes you planned on wearing, and headed off to the bathroom to get ready.

After you finished, you open the door and see them watching TV waiting for you. It had only been around 30 minutes, but they got bored quite fast. Grabbing your bag, you nod your head to the door to let them know you were ready.

20 minutes later you arrive at their dorm, and you were mentally preparing yourself for the wave of excitement you were about to receive. Mark went in first, followed by you and Youngjae. You barely got your shoes off when you were hit by an over-excited Jackson. Screeching and high-pitched laughs were all you could hear coming out of that boy’s mouth, you could only just make out an

“You’re here!”

Making it past the entrance was when the others had begun greeting you, expressing how they missed you after all these months. It was always fun when they were all together like this, it made everything feel more relaxed and comfortable. Walking over to the couch, you all started talking, laughing until everyone’s stomach was in pain, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The day had gone by as fast as it had arrived, you all ordered take-out and didn’t even leave the living room the entire day. Stories of their concerts and their meet-and-greets were shared with you, and you told them stories of your school days and funny customers at work. It was around 10:30pm when you were saying your goodbyes. You would normally stay longer, but they had an early meeting in the morning, that you didn’t want them to be too tired for. You all had made plans to go out and do something tomorrow, maybe bowling or an amusement park. You loved going on the rollercoasters, but sometimes Jackson wouldn’t want to go on, so you always opted to hang back with him and gossip about the other guys while they were away. He’d enjoy the time it was just the two of you, because you both had a very bubbly personality. You never minded not going on certain coasters, Jackson would make up for it by being his usual extra af self, which would make you laugh your butt off.

You said goodnight to everyone followed with a hug. Leaving their dorm and heading back to your hotel room, you’d peer into nearby store windows, even though the contents never really changed over the many visits you’ve had. You had gotten so used to walking this route, it felt like a second home. There was never a day where you didn’t look forward to the next time you’d fly out here and see them. Both parties were quite busy, so whenever they had time off, they’d let you know, so you can try and maneuver your schedule to match theirs. It was easier for you to plan out when you’d need time off, rather than them, because, well, they live the idol life. Cancelling a concert to hang out with a friend isn’t really appropriate.

You had big plans for tomorrow once you guys came back from having your day of adventure. While you were still back home, you knew your 3 years of friendship was coming up soon, so you went shopping for the occasion. You knew almost everything about the seven of them, so you used your vast knowledge and your recollections from past conversations with them to your advantage. Of course, you weren’t worried about the price, because they were well worth every penny. Most of the things you purchased, you had to search long and hard for, scouring the internet to find exactly what you were looking for. Some of the items took months to find, but in the end, you had all seven gifts. Wanting to do something special, you got each of them the most meaningful present you could possibly think of. You wrapped each gift with different wrapping paper and wrote in a card specifically pertaining to that person. Pouring your heart out in each letter, you felt as if you were the lead role in a soap opera, saying your last goodbyes before you leave forever. That wasn’t the case though, you were just being over-dramatic, or should I say, being very Jackson? Planning on making an excuse to go back to your hotel room after you returned, you’d bring everything over, and hopefully see their faces light up. You went to bed, excited for tomorrow, marking your 3 years with the seven of them.

The alarm you had set the night before had gone off, blasting music throughout the space of your room. Normally you’d have to throw yourself out of bed, but not today. NOPE. Today was a special and important day. Do they know its been exactly 3 years since they waltzed their beautiful faces into your restaurant? Probably not, but that doesn’t matter. As long as you remembered, and they didn’t laugh at you for making such a big deal of it, is just okay. Rushing into the bathroom to do everything you needed to do and quickly getting ready,

you sprinted out the door and made a bee-line towards their building. They offered to pick you up once they finished with their meeting, but you declined, knowing they would need time to change. Well, six of them would only need roughly 5 minutes, but Bambam would need to check the weather, how the moons are aligned, see the others’ outfits so he wouldn’t clash, check his horoscope to see if it read anything about a good color to wear that day, so on and so forth. He always needed to look 1000% fashionable or he wasn’t leaving his room and you’d constantly tease him for it, but when it came down to it he was the best person to go shopping with, and he never turned down a shopping spree with you. Knocking on the door, Mark opened it to see the huge smile plastered on your face,

“Hey.”

“Hey, you all ready?”

“We are…”

he gestured toward the five guys that were plastered on the couch,

“I knew Bambam would take a long time.”

You commented, walking into the entrance and slipping off your shoes.

Headed straight for the lanky-legged boys room, you knocked a couple of times until he swung the door open as he was putting on what looked like the 5th shirt,

“Oh, hey, you’re here already?”

“Mhm, been here for about 30 minutes.”

You lied, just to see the reaction on his face,

“Really? Sorry, I’m almost done…I think.”

You walk in, to see the sprawled-out mess of clothes on his bed,

“I’m joking, I just got here. So, what do we plan on wearing today?”

You ask, looking through the many things he had hanging in his closet,

“I’m not sure, nothing is really standing out to me.”

A nod of your head was all the response you gave, as you still looked through his closet,

“Well, it’s cold outside, you need to remember that, so even if it looks good, you aren’t leaving this room unless you’re warm.”

“Yes mom.”

You shot a glare at him, but you both ended up laughing,

“Okay, what about this, it says ‘Chic but still fashionably warm’?”

You held up a black and gold patterned long sleeve, that you put inside one of the many black leather jackets he had.

“You can pair it with black jeans with a couple of rips, not too many though or else your legs will fall off, and maybe those black boots you have with the gold accents on the zippers?”

He squinted at you and shoved you out the door.

“It was just a suggestion!”

You shout at the now closed door. Queue your eye roll as you headed for the couch,

“You tried to help him, didn’t you?”

JB asks,

“Yeah, apparently that was a nono. Such a diva.”

The seven of you laughed, as you turned your attention to whatever was playing on the TV. JB had YouTube streaming and it was playing through a bunch of music videos,

“Oh oh! There was this amazing song that I had on yesterday, you mind if I show you guys?”

They shook their heads no, never minding if you wanted to play something in particular. You took the tablet off the table and began typing what you wanted them all to see. Pressing play, it was ‘You Are’ and they all fell back into the cushions with a collective sigh. You liked playing their songs around them, seeing their faces as they listen to themselves sing. When the chorus began, you started singing along, swaying side to side, linking your arms with Youngjae’s, getting him to join you. By the second round of the chorus, they all piped up and loudly scream-sang with the lyrics, and when it was winding down to the end, everyone turned their head to see a FINALLY dressed Bambam emerge from his room to scream the last couple of words.

“Glad you’re not a vocal.”

You said, shaking your head at the screechy sound emitting from his mouth,

“Oh. Look at you.”

A smile instantly found its way to your lips, as you saw what Bambam was wearing,

“You took my suggestion?”

He nodded his head,

“I tried it on, and it turns out it looked great. Good eye.”

You couldn’t help but smile even brighter, you always enjoyed when he took your fashion advice.

All 8 of you climbed into a van, as JB drove you all to the nearest amusement park. Everybody was excited for today, getting to act like children was a fun time. The whole car ride there was filled with singing and laughter, you wouldn’t have guessed it took nearly an hour to get there. JB found a parking spot close to the entrance, which is great because toward the end of the day they’ll be tired from all the running around they’ll have to do. After purchasing an arm band each, you took a map and plotted out where you all wanted to start. Jinyoung made a point to start with the nearest attractions, and loop your way back around, so you’d end back at the entrance, leaving you all enough time to ride the first roller coaster one last time. Everyone agreed with his plan, and followed the leader. The first few coasters were fun, they weren’t too extreme, so Jackson also got on with no fussing, but once he was sat down and locked into his chair, is when the high pitch death scream shot out from his lungs. The third one is when you really felt sorry for Youngjae because he was the one who had to share the seat with him. No one realized that the coaster comes to an abrupt stop, as the track was ‘broken off’, then went backwards to land you right back at the beginning. As it was making its way to the ‘broken’ end of the track and suddenly stopped, you grabbed your seat partners hand is sheer terror. That hand just happened to be Mark’s. Once it halted and started its journey backwards, you let out a small yelp, clearly surprising you. He turned his head to look at you, then down to your clasped hands,

“You okay?”

One eye opened slightly, checking for any immediate danger, then the other followed suit.

“Hm? Oh, ha, yeah. I’m okay, just gave be a bit of shock, is all. Wasn’t expecting that…thought I was going to die a little.”

A breathy laugh escaped his throat as he took in your displeased state,

“They wouldn’t have let us on if it was actually broken.”

“Well pardon me for having a normal human reaction, mister ‘I fear nothing’.”

Both of you laughed, as the coaster pulled back into the starting position, getting ready for the next group of people. The bar that had been placed over your laps had lifted up, letting everyone out of their seats, that’s when the two of you realized your hands were still holding on to one another,

“Oh, I’m sorry. I think I grabbed it when the coaster stopped back there.”

You say, as you slowly released his hand and stepped out onto the platform.

“No, it’s okay. It happens.”

Little did you know, the moment your hand let go of his, he felt an instant rush of loneliness, already missing the contact of your smaller hand encased in his. The eldest member had developed a crush on you a year ago, when they had used some of their off time to go visit you. He hadn’t even truly realized it until he’d see you with the other members. You were close to all of them, but you and Youngjae were quite the duo, and normally when you and he would hang out, it was nothing to Mark. When he started feeling a sense of uneasiness when he’d see the two of you cling on to one another, is when he sat back and wondered when he began feeling this way about you. Turns out, it had been for a couple months, that’s when he came to the conclusion that he had a crush on one of his closest friends.

#mark tuan #got7 #tuan amino #fanfic #fanfiction #im jaebum #jackson wang #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #weird-sensation #=#my writing

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squiddlesandsopor · 7 years

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Don’t Forget to Breathe

Chapter 5

RivaMika

General Audiences

AO3

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

She was delayed at work by a late shipment and as a result it was six twenty-eight by the time she entered the parking garage below her home. She didn’t even bother heading straight up but rather trudged to the foyer door. As she suspected Levi was there, just pulling out his phone. She silently opened the door and he looked up as it creaked on poorly oiled hinges. He tucked his phone away as he stepped into the fluorescently lit hallway. She watched his eyes scan her sweaty, dirt streaked polo shirt but he said nothing; for which she was grateful.

She led the way to the stairs and they climbed all three flights in silence. The short walk to her door was passed similarly. He waited patiently as she tucked her key into the lock and followed her in without a word. She flicked on a couple lights and motioned him to the living room before breaking the silence.

“Do you want something to drink?”

She toed off her shoes and deposited her jacket over the back of one of her mismatched dining room chairs.

“Tea, if you have it.”

She hummed and rummaged through her cupboards.

“I have earl grey if you’d like. Plus some herbal options.”

“The earl grey.”

He removed his shoes and made his way into her living space. She watched him glance around at the room and take in the minimalistic clutter. When he ran his finger along her no-doubt dusty bookshelf a muscle jumped in his neck and she gritted her teeth against a sharp retort. After making his way around the small space he eventually removed his own jacket, placing it neatly over the back of her arm chair, before sitting.

She started the kettle and pulled out two mugs. She added a tea bag to each of the mugs and then headed down the short hall to her room. She closed the door behind her. As soon as the latch clicked she shucked her dirty work shirt and began rummaging through her dresser. She found a baseball tee and tugged that on before searching for a clean pair of pants. She couldn’t find any, not surprising given the way her laundry was piling up, so she shrugged and pulled on one of her favorite maxi skirts.

She reemerged just as the kettle clicked off so she went back to the kitchen to pour the water.

After the tea finished steeping she removed the tea bags and, mugs in tow, joined Levi in the living room. He took the cup from her with a careful hand, avoiding contact, and drew it close to his face to savor the scent. She sat carefully on the couch, mindful of her full mug, facing him. She took a measured sip and wrinkled her nose. She forgot that she wasn’t particular to earl grey when she made some for herself as well. Setting it on the table she looked up to Levi who was regarding her with tired eyes. She jumped to the crux of the matter.

“What do you do for work?”

“I’m a freelance financial consultant,” his words were clipped.

Mikasa knew he’d rather be elsewhere, hell she would rather he were elsewhere, but there was no help for them. She grabbed her tea and had another distasteful, fortifying sip.

“You’re in university,” he said, and she bites back an answer she prepared to a question he didn’t ask, “What are you taking.”

His question was more like a statement but she answered the words anyway.

“On paper I’m in a BSc program majoring in biology. I’ve taken horticulture as my focus though.”

“Are you any good?”

The corners of her lips tugged up, “Yeah. I maintain a 4.0 GPA. It’s easy when you love the subject matter.”

He nodded to himself and settled back a little further into the chair, no longer perched near the edge.

“How do you spend your days off?”

His eyes drifted back to hers and the skin between his brows creased slightly.

He half shrugged, “There's not much to say about that really. I like to clean my condo properly; catch up on any paperwork. I also take longer runs than I usually have time for. Aside from that I do the same things I do during my work week.”

She raised a brow at him, “You know that makes you sound like a serial killer right?”

He snorted derisively.

“Then what do you do with your free time?”

“Please,” she readjusted, tucking her leg underneath her, “I am a full-time student and part-time employee. I don’t have free time I only have time when I’m lying to myself about my procrastination.”

He rolled his eyes but humoured her, “Fine, what do you do when you’re lying to yourself?”

“Normal person stuff. I visit my friends or family. If I don’t actually have time I’ll call or message them. I go for runs with a friend of mine every other morning or so, hit the gym. I’ve been really busy lately but sometimes I like to spar if I get the chance.”

His eyes lit up toward the end of her list.

“Are you any good?” He asked again.

“At what, sparring?” She clarified.

He nodded so she continued, “I’m pretty good. I don’t train as seriously as I used to back in high school, no time, but at least once every couple weeks I get together with a woman I know from when fighting was a priority and we beat the shit out of each other. We’re pretty evenly matched but use different techniques. It’s difficult to say which one of us will win any given encounter.”

His eyes scanned in her frame appraisingly and there was something in the calculation there that made her suppress a shiver. She knew she was completely covered but for a brief moment she felt naked before his gaze. Then, mercifully, he turned his attention back to his tea.

She cleared her throat and tried to halt the faint flush she felt creeping up her cheeks. To distract herself from wayward thoughts she gulped her cooling tea.

The silence stretched until he met her eyes again.

“Was that all you wanted to ask?”

She couldn’t back down from the challenge in his words so she tried to think of something her mom would expect her to know about him.

“Favourite colour?”

He rolled his eyes, “What is this? High school? I don’t have one.”

“Come on,” she snapped, “Everyone has a favourite colour.”

“Fine, grey.”

“Oh, that would be your favourite.”

His brows arched and he pursed his lips slightly, fingers tightening on the rim of his mug, “So what’s yours.”

It was less of a question and more of a challenge.

“Red.”

Her words were less of an answer and more of a challenge as well.

She didn’t know when it happened but they were both leaning toward each other, glaring over the coffee table. It’s so humorous that she felt her lips twitch and a laugh bubbled up.

“This is ridiculous,” she fell back into the cushions and chuckled, “No one is ever going to believe we plan on getting married.”

Her head lolled and when she glanced at him a small smile was tugging at his lips as well. She liked the way it softened the hard lines of his face.

“Maybe we could pull off the ‘old married couple’ dynamic?” He suggested.

“No way,” she said, leaning forward again, “I refuse to fall into that trope. If you’re always bickering then why did you get married in the first place? People act like it’s romantic to be disrespectful to one another. I’ve never understood that.”

“Yeah,” his voice was quiet, “I agree.”

They lapsed into another silence but this one didn’t feel as tense. Mikasa relaxed back into the cushions of her worn couch and gamely threw back the last swallow of her tea.

“Alright,” she said, “New question. Why didn’t you find a significant other? Or a ‘friend willing to take one for the team’ like you asked me. You had years.”

He shrugged, “Same as you, there wasn’t anyone or anyone that would have been believable.”

He set his own empty cup on the coffee table before fixing his eyes on hers.

“I want to know about your wrist.”

She tensed, bringing the appendage in question closer to herself as though to protect it.

“Why?”

“Because it’s obviously something important. You say it’s not what I think it is; so prove it.” His voice softened slightly but remained flat, “If we have any hope of pulling off this charade we’re going to end up knowing a lot of things about each other we don’t usually share.”

She took a steadying breath and decided it would be easier to show him. She carefully loosened the bandages while stealing quick glances at him from under her eyelashes. His face was carefully neutral but she sensed curiosity from him regardless. Something about the way his eyes lingered on the skin she was slowly exposing perhaps.

Bracing herself for his judgement she tugged the unravelled strip from her wrist, freeing it, and extended her arm so he could get a good look at the artistically raised flesh that encircled her wrist. He leaned forward and then caught her hand in his own. She startled slightly at the sudden contact but he only used his grip on her fingers to pull her hand closer and to turn her wrist for his examination.

“What is this? Scarification?” He asked.

Mikasa nodded, “Laser branding.”

“Why did you get it?”

“It’s tradition. For those in my mother’s line. She has one too, and her mother, and so on.”

She swallowed and tried not to focus on the warmth spreading from where his calloused fingers were clasped around her own. His intense scrutiny was a little off putting but also surprisingly flattering.

“Why do you cover it?”

She shrugged, using the motion to reclaim her hand, and answered truthfully, “I had too many people accuse me of ruining my body without learning the reason behind it. Complete strangers suddenly acting like they had the right to discuss me, my body, and my choices at length to me, behind my back, or even in front of my face. I got sick of it. I was tired of constantly being put on the spot or feeling obligated to explain.

“I started wrapping it and people either didn’t notice the bandage or just gave me a dirty look and walked away. It’s not optimal, and I hate that some people misinterpret my covering it as shame, but I’m no longer dealing with the same level of prying and I prefer it that way. My brand is my connection to my family. It’s personal.”

She trailed off and stroked her fingers over the scarred skin lightly, lost in thought for a moment.

“It’s beautiful.”

At Levi’s words she glanced up and met his eyes again. He was leaning forward slightly, legs spread and forearms resting on his knees, and for a moment she admired the ease with which he presented himself. It made her wonder what might have happened had they met under different circumstances. Probably nothing she decided after a moment. Getting together at all was practically like pulling teeth and that was when they both acknowledged the necessity of it.

“Would you like some more tea?” She offered.

“No, I should go before it gets too late. Wouldn’t want people to talk.” He said dryly.

She nodded and stood when he did. She walked him to the door and waited while he put his jacket back on and tied his shoes. He stepped toward the door but then hesitated for a moment. She tilted her head and waited.

“I think I may have been hasty when I told you to reject your mother’s invitation.”

She made an inquisitive noise.

“Tch. Dinner. I know neither one of us particularly wants me to attend but I’ll have to eventually. Let’s stick to the work story this time but next time she suggests it, if I’m not busy, I’ll come over. That gives us at least a week to get into character right?”

“Probably two.”

He nodded absently as he opened the door.

“Goodnight Levi.”

He half raised a hand behind him as be began striding down the hall. She softly closed the door on his retreating back.

#Natasha writes stuff #fanfic #rivamika

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deadlynight-shade · 4 years

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1. What’s one thing you would like to change about yourself?

just one thing? my weight.

2. Are you religious? If yes, what is your religion?

Nope, I don’t believe in God. If I had to pick a religion it would be Shinto.

3. What was the best phase in your life? What was the worst phase in your life?

Year 9/10 was the best phase, because I was skinny. Worst phase has been every year since finishing high school.

4. Are you the person you thought you’d be when you were little?

Fuck no. I am a disappointment to my younger self.

5. Who is one person you would talk to about anything?

I don't have anyone I would confide in atm.

6. Have you ever lost someone close to you?

So many fucking people.

7. Have you every had your heart broken? Have you ever broken someone else’s heart?

I don't think I have broken someone else’s heart? But my heart has been shattered so many times, by boys, friends and relatives.

8. Do you believe in second chances?

Yes, but no more than that.

9. What is one thing that people always misunderstand about you?

That I am a terrible mess internally, but never externally.

10. What is your biggest regret in life?

Letting people in.

11. What things are standing between you and complete happiness?

my mind and my body.

12. If you lost everything important to you tomorrow, whose arms would you run to in order to make everything okay again?

I wouldn't have anyone to run to.

13. Does the most important person in your life know how much they mean to you?

If I had one, they definitely would.

14. If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say to everybody?

Start considering people other than yourselves, and try to see the bigger picture when you make decisions. Because it may not effect right now, but our future is fucked because of the selfish actions of the human race as a whole.

15. If you were going to die tomorrow, what would you spend today doing?

Swimming at the beach.

16. How would you describe yourself in 5 words?

Determined, angry, passionate, intelligent, disappointing.

17. What opportunities have you not taken that you regretted not taking?

More to do with my basketball as a player, when it actually mattered.

18. What would you do differently if you knew that no one would judge you?

Quit everything and move away for good.

19. If you could ask one person a single question and they had to answer 100% truthfully, who would you ask and what would you ask them?

Why did you do what you did? Was it my fault? (to MS)

20. If you could start your life over, what would you do differently?

Every single fucking thing. Like literally everything from childhood sports, to food consumption, to friendship groups, to career choice.

21. Are you currently holding on to something that you need to let go of? If yes, what’s stopping you from letting go?

I can’t let things go, I think about everything all the time. It’s how my mind works.

22. Are you living or just existing? How do you know?

I am barely existing. Because I am this empty shell of a human being and I don’t care if I never leave this bed again.

23. What was the last thing you did that was really worth remembering?

Travelled around the UK and Ireland.

24. What do you want most out of life?

Happiness and experience.

25. If you had one year left to live, what would you want to do in the next 12 months?

See every country I could in such a short amount of time and do as much as possible while in each one.

26. If you could get one wish to come true, what would that wish be?

To weigh a hell of a lot less than I do. And to fix my back pain.

27. When you think of home, what comes to mind?

A cabin by the beach, or by a river/lake.

28. What scares you the most?

Spiders, the inconceivable depth of the ocean, being alone forever.

29. What is your greatest strength? What is your greatest weakness?

Greatest strength: ability to adapt to any situation, Weakness: giving in to my own mind and procrastinating

30. What did life teach you yesterday?

That no matter how much you try, it may not always be enough

31. What have you done in the past week to make someone’s life better?

Sent a letter, apologised, reached out.

32. What makes you special?

Absolutely nothing.

33. What was a time that you did not speak but you should have?

I usually say what I need to at the time. I don’t like to leave things unsaid.

34. Describe what you want the next five years of you life to be like in a single sentence.

I want to be loved, and be content with my life choices.

35. If you knew when and where and how you were going to die, would you life be better or worse?

Better, because I would work harder to do what I wanted to before then. I am not afraid to die.

36. What would life look like for you if you never wasted another minute of it?

I would never be in one place for too long, because there’s things to do and places to explore.

37. Do you consider yourself to be the hero or the villain of you story?

Absolutely the villain, I ruin everything I touch.

38. How much do you love yourself?

-34732836%

39. What or who have you given up on?

Myself, my parents love for me, finding happiness.

40. Who are you really? Deep down, who are you really?

Deep down I am truly miserable and awful. No matter how much I try not to be.

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Of Christmas Gifts and Hypocrites ― CANON. (current verse)

Nick comes over to wrap Christmas presents with Miles. The conversation slowly dissolves into something not so fun and they discuss their future plans (or lack thereof) regarding Greg and Jude.

Miles had spent the past few weeks recovering, but he was getting restless. As much as he enjoyed having an excuse not to do anything, he was surprised to find that that actually got boring really quickly. That was why he was so glad that Christmas was coming up soon since, in true Miles fashion, he’d procrastinated all of his gift wrapping. Now, he had plenty of time to work on it, and it would hopefully take up a good portion of his otherwise mind-numbing free time. And, of course, more than anything else, he appreciated Nick being there to help him. “There’s always too much,” Miles muttered from where he was kneeling on the floor, referring to the wrapping paper that somehow ended up with too much left over, every single time. “Now matter how I measure it out and cut off all the excess… It never works. How the hell do I fix this?”

The last few weeks had passed fairly normal, considering the craziness that seemed to follow both of them around lately. Miles had been healing, and Nick had been living life as usual. The only difference is that he found himself over at Miles’ apartment a lot more lately, but he was far from complaining. Nick knew they both liked the company. “It’s okay. That’s just how wrapping paper companies make the rolls, so they can make sure Christmas is extra stressful.” Nick set the small present he’d finished taping to the side, and slowly slid off the couch so he could sit on the ground next to him. “Do you have any stocking stuffer things? We could wrap those in all the scraps. It might not look amazing, though.” But it’s the thought that counts, right? “Or we could Pinterest how to make crafts with leftover paper like all the Mom’s do.”

Miles shook his head disapprovingly. “Well, it’s dumb. Everyone always knows which gifts are from me because they look…” He finished desperately folding one side of the paper and taping it down, looking at the mess in front of him. “Like this.” With a defeated sigh, Miles pushed the gift over to join the other few they had finished. “That one is just for Helen, anyway.” She felt bad for his terrible skills more than anything. And his mom was glad that he tried every year. “I don’t have any small gifts. It’s go big or go home for me.” He mulled over the Pinterest idea for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. If you can find a good one I’ll try it. I’m gonna work on my dad’s watch.” He leaned over to reach for it and attempt to wrap it. “Is all your wrapping done?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s…sweet.” He glanced at the present, and in truth Nick couldn’t really judge his present wrapping skills. Nick’s gifts always looked crazy, but that was mostly because he tended to overdo it with the ribbon. “It’s not like you’re having Christmas at the White House.” He cracked a small smile as he looked at the previously wrapped presents. He thought they looked good, but Nick wasn’t that particular. “Helen can deal.” It was nice that Miles had gotten her a gift at all, considering his distaste for his Step-Mom. “I think I saw something on Facebook. They made these really cool ornaments. If we can figure out how to do them we can attach them to the presents or something.” He pulled out his phone as Miles gave him the go ahead, hoping he could find the video so they could give it a try. “Okay.” He nodded as he browsed. “Kind of. I still have to wrap Murphy’s and Sage’s.” Which he probably should have done first, considering the fact that they were the most likely to stumble across their gifts. But he never claimed to be a genius. “Everyone else is done. I did gift bags for half of them, though. Hey — maybe that’s what you should do next year. Just so you don’t drown to death in all this paper.”

“You don’t have to make me feel better, but I appreciate you saying it anyway.” Miles picked up a handful of the scraps from the other gifts and started trying to fashion something to envelope his father’s gift. “Christmas at the White House would probably be less stressful. It’s gonna be a weird year.” It would certainly be different from last year. He nodded as Nick started scrolling through his phone, hoping they could actually do something worthwhile with the rest of the leftover paper. “You should get on that. They’re both smarter than the two of us combined.” Honestly, Miles wouldn’t be surprised if they had found his gifts for them. He did what he could with the watch, and sighed as he moved it over to join the others. “Gift bags are the easy way out. Plus, I only have a few more. My mom, my grandpa, and…” He trailed off as he scanned the few items he had left to wrap. Sitting a few feet away from him was a ‘World’s Best Stepdad’ mug he’d gotten for Greg as a gag gift even before Thanksgiving. It was clearly meant as a joke, but perhaps it was for the best now; Greg probably would have taken it to heart. Miles paused, then leaned over to pick it up and turn it over in his hands. “Are you interested in an ironic stepdad mug? I don’t have much use for it now.”

“Nah, if they looked too bad, I’d tell you.” Although that was probably a lie. If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say it at all, and all that. “You’re spending it at your Mom’s right? Do you have family coming over?” He asked casually, though he was trying to be at least a little positive for him. “Honestly, yeah. We can’t let them know that we know, though. They’ll never let us live it down.” He mused as he scrolled down his Facebook, idly passing by all of the vague posts and food videos. Nick glanced up as Miles paused during his sentence, looking at him curiously as he reached out to grab what seemed to be a mug. Realization soon dawned on him. “I don’t know. Can you burn mugs? Maybe we could have a bonfire with it.” He reached his hand out, not knowing where he was going to set it, but figuring Miles didn’t want to continue to hold onto it. “Have you… heard anything yet?” He asked hesitantly, but truthfully it’d been bugging him. Miles’ hadn’t said anything about what happened with Greg. “About what’s going to happen with him. You already filed a report, right?”

“No you wouldn’t.” Miles himself didn’t have a problem being honest with Nick about things that sucked, but he also wanted to build him up and make him feel better when it did suck. “Yeah, my mom’s family comes. I’ll be at my dad’s for Christmas Eve.” It was what they’d been doing since the divorce, and Miles didn’t mind it at all, since he got to see everyone. He let Nick take the mug from him, and he was grateful for it. But as soon as Nick asked the question he’d been dreading, the one he knew he had to deal with sooner or later, Miles felt his shoulders fall. “No,” he muttered, idly messing with some of the wrapping paper on the floor. “I already told you that I don’t think I want to.”

Nick just smiled and shrugged slightly, neither confirming nor denying. Though he knew Miles was right. Maybe Nick was too easy on him sometimes, but he never wanted to intentionally hurt his feelings. “That could be fun… seeing everybody. Are you gonna get eggnog wasted and embarrass yourself like everyone does on Christmas?” He teased, before the conversation became more grim at the mention of Greg. Nick lowered his phone to his lap in order to take the mug, quickly forgetting about his previous mission. “Oh.” He said, surprised even if he really shouldn’t be. Miles did tell him that. “I know… but I thought that you might change your mind.” Nick knew he was opening a can of worms, but this was kind of serious. And Miles was clearly just trying to ignore it. “Why are you so against it?”

“It’s quite likely. That’s what Christmas is all about.” Miles could feel the shift in the mood as the conversation changed. He instantly deflated. He wished that they didn’t have to talk about this. To be entirely honest, though, he knew he had to at some point. “It’s just…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “It’s a lot. You do realize that, right? I’m gonna have to go to court, and…tell them everything.” It wasn’t like he had problems reliving it. It was just that it was over now, and he wanted to keep it that way. “I could ask you the same question, you know.”

“Just don’t get too wild and end up making out with one of your best friends again. We know how that turned out last time.” He joked, because there were some things they could joke about now. But then Nick’s focus was completely on Miles trying to explain why he didn’t just file a police report. After all Greg did…. after how bad he hurt him, it didn’t make sense to just let the man get away with it. “I know that. I know it’s a lot. But… don’t you think it’ll be a lot worse if he gets away with it?” He knew it would be hard for Miles. But Nick couldn’t shake the feeling that it would be what was best for him. And maybe it wasn’t his place, but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing it. It’s been weeks, after all. However, when the focus shifted to him, he tensed slightly. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“He’s not getting away with anything. He…he lost my mom, and everyone knows what he did.” Miles knew it wasn’t enough, and Greg deserved to be punished for what he had done. But the thought of everything going down just overwhelmed Miles. He wanted the same for Nick, though, so he understood why he was pushing it. Yet Nick wouldn’t do the same for himself. “I don’t recall you going to report Jude.” Any other time, he’d consider it a low blow. Miles didn’t even like saying the guy’s name to Nick’s face. But it was the truth.

“I mean in a legal sense.” He said, trying to go about it calmly so it didn’t sound like he was blindsiding him about it. But technically, Nick was. Talking about it was obviously hard for Miles, and normally Nick would respect that. But this time it was different. “What if he does it to someone else?” What if he came back for Miles? Nick kept that concern to himself, knowing better than to actually voice it to him. He was probably upsetting Miles enough as it was, but Nick couldn’t seem to stop himself from pushing still. “That is not the same thing.” He said sharply, feeling his eyes narrow as that was thrown back in his face. He set the coffee mug beside him as he straightened up. “You have the option to. I didn’t.”

“I know what you mean.” Miles understood, but he just didn’t like it. “He won’t do it to someone else. It was…a very specific situation.” Miles shuddered a bit, something he hadn’t really ever done when thinking about it. Maybe it was the fact that Nick was sitting right beside him while he remembered the reason Greg had hurt him. “Isn’t it?” He didn’t want to challenge him, to make it a big thing, but he was getting upset and so was Nick. “You did. But you chose not to. Like I am.” He paused. “What if Jude does it to someone else?”

“Specific how?” Nick was frustrated. He could see how much Miles was bothered by this, and he couldn’t help but feel like there was something Miles hadn’t told him. And it wasn’t like he had to tell him everything, but Nick was just worried. “What happened, Miles? You know you can tell me. I just want to understand.” He softened up some, turning his body to face him some more. But the talk of Jude effected him more than it should have, and he was quick to get defensive about it. “Shut up. That’s not fucking fair.” Nick swallowed, the words cutting him deep. “You have… no idea about me.” He shook his head angrily. “You have all the evidence in the world to do something about Greg. You have hospital records. You have people to vouch for you. And Greg… he’s not exactly good at hiding what he did, either. You have a case, Miles. I don’t have any of that.” Nick thought he had a pretty good understanding of how the system worked. His foster Mom, being an attorney, had always tried to drum it into him and his siblings the importance of knowing the law. Of knowing how it worked. So he knew enough to know that he missed his chance when he had it. He had gotten rid of any evidence the night it happened because he had been scared. He didn’t have any extreme physical wounds, save for a few small bruises. He had no hospital records. No one even saw him with Jude, so he had no witnesses. Nick didn’t have anything. But Miles did. And the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it was driving him crazy. “You have a chance to do something about your monster, Miles. But I can’t do shit about mine.”

“Specific as in he was directly targeting me.” Miles knew he should explain it, but he didn’t know if it was the right time. It would never be the right time, truly, but still. “There’s a reason he got so mad. I was provoking him. I was dangling it over his head.” He stopped. He really didn’t know how to say it. He didn’t want to have to look Nick in the eye and tell him, but he had no choice. “He’s homophobic,” he settled on finally. The details weren’t immediately necessary. Miles was completely taken aback with the way Nick spoke to him, but it wasn’t unwarranted. Miles pushed him to this point. “Nick,” he started. He wasn’t even sure what he could say. “You… I’m sorry.” Nick was right. And it wasn’t fair to him at all. “I shouldn’t have said that. But I want the same thing for you that you’re trying to get for me. I want him to suffer worse than he’s made you. I wish I could do that, Nick. I wish I could get rid of him for you.”

Nick was trying to follow along. Of course, he understood that it was hard to go and testify against someone that you just wanted to forget about. He understood why Miles was so against it. But he didn’t understand why he didn’t want closure for himself. Miles had always been braver than he was; he’d always been the one to speak up. And the idea that Greg had fucked him up bad enough to not say anything made him sick to his stomach. “That still didn’t give him the right to hurt you. Whatever it was you were… provoking him with. He’s fucked up for hurting you for it.” He said quietly. Miles’ next words floored him, and it made his heart twist painfully in his chest. Greg was homophobic. Of course he was. And Miles was the one to get punished for that. He’d always known there was people like that in the world; that fear was present more often than not. But he never really expected it to really happen to anyone he cared about. He never expected it to happen to Miles. “Miles…” Nick’s frustration began to die down. He wasn’t mad at Miles; he was mad at this whole situation. He began to shake his head as Miles spoke. “I know why you said it. I know that you care.” He knew that Miles would help if he could. “But I care, too. I don’t like knowing that Greg is out there just… walking around like everything’s normal. I know you don’t want to have to have to relive it again, and I don’t want to force you if you really don’t want to.” He could hear his voice begin to waver. “But I don’t want you to regret it like I do. I just want you to feel safe. Are you going to be able to with Greg still out there?”

Miles sucked in a deep breath. “He’s always made weird comments and stuff so I sort of knew. But he tried to corner me because he kinda figured it out on his own and wanted to hear me say it, I guess. So I gave him what he wanted. I told him everything. All the things you and I did. And I…when I told him we had sex in his car, he snapped. That was that.” Miles shrugged as if it were no big deal. That was exactly what had happened, after all. Miles shook his head at that, willing himself not to get too worked up again. “But if you regret it, then you can do something about it.” He angled his body to face him completely. “If I’m going to report Greg, then I want you to promise you’ll consider reporting Jude.” He couldn’t make him swear that he would it, because at the end of the day it was still Nick’s decision. “I want them both far away from the people I love. Let me help you the same way you want to help me.”

“You told him everything?” He couldn’t think of anything else to say besides that, at that moment. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this had literally been a hate crime. Suddenly it made sense to Nick why Greg had looked at him the way he did when he’d gone to get Scout. Greg knew about him, too. And that normally would have bothered him, but it made him feel guilty. In a roundabout way, he’d been part of the reason the attack happened. He knew Greg was unstable and that realistically he could have lost it for any reason, but the fact that it was because of what they’d been doing made it worse. “I’m… so fucking sorry. I’m sorry people are like that.” He’d been afraid of it for so long. Now that it actually happened, it was worse than he’d expected. His heart felt like it was breaking. He never wanted Miles to get hurt. “I’m sorry he did that to you.” He met Miles’ eyes as the other man turned to face him. “I don’t know… I don’t know if I can promise anything, Miles.” He said honestly. “I’ll think about it. Okay? But I don’t know if I’ll be able to. I know that probably makes me a hypocrite, but I…” He shook his head. “I’ll think about it.” He reached out to grasp Miles’ hand in his own, feeling the need to touch him. “I don’t want either of them around anyone I love, either. If we can’t get rid of both of them… can’t we at least try to get rid of one?”

Miles shook his head. “Don’t apologize. Not your fault he decided he didn’t like it, and that I pushed it.” He wasn’t trying to imply that it was his own fault, because Greg was crazy either way, but Miles knew his provocation had something to do with it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, grappling with the fact that he really was going to have to go through the entire process of getting Greg in trouble for what he’d done. Miles let Nick take his hand and opened his eyes again. “You can promise. You can promise that you’ll consider it. I’m not asking you to promise you’ll do it but you can do at least that. I don’t want to do anything about Greg if you won’t even consider trying to make things better for yourself too.”

“I just…I’m sorry it happened.” He couldn’t quite explain how he felt, but his heart was breaking for him because it wasn’t fair to Miles, regardless of what he had said to Greg. “This is what I’ve been worried about this whole time. And it happened to you of all people. It’s just… not fucking fair.” He felt defeated, and he was sure he sounded it. “If I promise and end up deciding not to, you’re going to be pissed.” Nick shook his head. “I want to promise to think about it, but you have to promise that you won’t hate me if it doesn’t turn out how you hope.” He had to stop for a second, glancing down at their hands. “You should make things better for yourself regardless of what I do.”

“Stop being sorry.” The only person who needed to be sorry was Greg. But Miles understood exactly how Nick felt. He himself felt the same when someone had hurt Nick. He couldn’t help but be sorry that it had happened. “Stop — don’t assume how I’m going to feel.” He shouldn’t have been bothered by that; he knew what Nick meant. Still, Miles found himself leaning back a bit. “How I hope?” he clarified, even knowing that that was exactly what Nick had just said. “What I hope is that you get some peace of mind. The same exact thing you want for me. But you want me to go through all of the bullshit without even attempting to do it for yourself?”

Nick couldn’t help being sorry, but he somehow managed to keep his mouth shut. Hearing the edge in Miles’ tone almost made him wince, because he knew the conversation was getting heated again. “I’m not assuming anything, Miles. Even talking about me not doing it right now is pissing you off. Am I wrong?” He held his gaze, feeling himself start to get frustrated again too. “You only want me to do something about it because you think it’s unfair that I’m pushing you to do something about it. But this isn’t about me. And if I wanted to talk about me, we would have talked about me when… when it happened.” He shook his head, getting himself worked up. “I told you I’d think about it. But it’s real fucking shitty if you’re basing you doing something off whether or not I do something. That’s not right.”

Miles knew he was probably getting more angry than he typically would have because their emotions were heightened in general. Neither situation was easy to talk about and the fact that they were both being brought to light all over again caused them both to be particularly on edge. “No, what’s fucking shitty is just calling it quits and telling me I can’t. I heard what you were saying and I felt bad for telling you that you should say something when you don’t have the hard evidence I do, but now…that doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense to me.” He didn’t care that he was backpedaling. He hadn’t wanted to stress Nick out about it before, but now he was stressed about Greg, and that fear went out the window. “You’d still be telling me to report Greg even if I never went to the hospital and there wasn’t a single witness in the world. Because you want me to feel safe.” Miles shook his head. “You’re such a hypocrite.”

“I’m not trying to force you to. Do I want you to? Yeah, fucking obviously.” Frustration was quickly taking over any rational thought. Nick wasn’t mad per se, but this was a hard conversation to have. It was overwhelming, and he couldn’t stop certain things from spilling out. “I don’t have hard evidence. What you want me to do is just go and make an idiot out of myself and seem like a pussy for doing it. You want me to go and lose what little fucking pride I have left. Because they’re going to tell me they’ll see what they can do, then not get back to me for another year, only to tell me there wasn’t enough substantial evidence and that they’re dropping the case. So excuse me if I don’t want to fucking go through that, Miles.” He practically spat the words out. “Of course I want you to feel safe. Maybe I am a hypocrite, but I don’t think it’s wrong that I want you to get help even if I can’t do the same.”

“You’re right. That’s exactly what I want. I’m telling you to do it because I want things to blow up in your face.” Miles was too frustrated to realize how childish he sounded. Or it was just that he didn’t care. “I mean, really, Nick. I don’t get off on seeing you miserable.” It was quite the opposite, in fact. “What the fuck are you— And you think I want to go through it? For god’s sake, Nick, stop acting like it’s going to be the simplest thing in the world.” He was careful not to yell, because there was no reason for that, but he couldn’t help the almost urgent tone in his voice now. “I don’t need help. But quit saying you can’t do the same. You can. You’re choosing not to.”

“That’s not… what I meant. God. You’re so frustrating.” Nick scowled as he pushed a scrap of wrapping paper away from his leg just to have something to do with his hands. This whole conversation was keying him up. “I know it’s not the easiest thing in the world. Believe me. But you weren’t even remotely considering it. I’ve thought about it before.” He’d thought about it a lot, and no scenario in his head ever turned out well. “If you don’t want to do it, fine — I’ll pretend not to care again if that’ll make things easier.” That part was unnecessary, but he couldn’t tone his words down. “I’m not going to force you. So don’t try to force me. If I choose not to that’s not any of your business.”

“Right, I’m the frustrating one.” He was aware of the fact that he wasn’t entirely innocent, but still. They both were to blame here. “I thought about it too. I didn’t just toss out the idea completely. I decided I didn’t want to when I realized I’d have to see him again, and get up in front of a whole courtroom to describe how I dangled the details of my relationship in front of his face knowing it would bother him. And what he did to me. He slammed my head against that wall next to my bed I don’t even know how many times. He had me pinned to the floor just fucking wailing on me. And I couldn’t do anything. The thought of saying all of that and more to bunch of people I don’t know isn’t the most appealing fucking thing in the world.” Miles gritted his teeth, watching Nick and deciding how he should respond. Ultimately, though, he didn’t stop to process the words before they came out. “It became my business when I told you I loved you. Because I want nothing more than for you to be happy, and this is a part of that.” He paused. “You need help more than I do. Last I checked I’m not the one who can’t go into my own bedroom.”

Miles going further into detail about what had happened made him feel nauseous; it made him angry for him. He tried to hide his wince, but he couldn’t hide that the words got to him. “I know it’s hard, Miles. I know the last thing you want to do is to relive it. I’m sorry —” He broke off briefly, knowing it wasn’t his fault and knowing he shouldn’t apologize, but he wasn’t what else he could say to comfort him. “I know I pushed it, but I care, okay? i care about what happens to you and I care that Greg’s out there just living his life like normal. It drives me crazy.” He admitted, the moment of vulnerability slipping out just briefly. He was still overwhelm with frustration and annoyance and hatred for the people who were causing them to have this conversation in the first place. Nick’s blood ran cold at Miles’ last words, and his head snapped up so he could look at him. At first he was in shock, but it soon gave way to anger. “Fuck you.” He said quietly. “Fuck you, Miles. I knew I shouldn’t have asked you over that night. I shouldn’t have even told you anything.”

Miles shouldn’t have said it, and he knew it immediately afterward. Maybe it was true, but that didn’t mean it was necessary for him to point it out like that. It wasn’t Nick’s fault. Nick’s words stung, and maybe he deserved them. Miles swallowed, the deafening silence surrounding them for a few moments before he finally spoke again. “I just want you to be okay,” he said, his voice much lower but still on edge. “And…I’m sorry, but you’re not okay when it’s still holding you back that badly. It’s true, okay? He…” Miles trailed off, shaking his head. Truthfully, he wasn’t even positive what exactly Jude had done to him. Not that it mattered, and he didn’t want to know more than he already did. “Now you can’t set foot in your own room without remembering. And you can be pissed at me, too, but fuck if I’m not going to do everything I can to try to get you to find some peace for yourself too.” He looked away. His stomach churned as he pictured Jude in his mind, and he could only imagine how Nick felt. “Jude’s still out there living that same life. It pisses me off just as much. That’s what you need to understand.”

Miles’ words hit him hard, because it’s not like he was wrong. He was painfully right, and Nick hated that fact. “I know.” He replied just as quietly, his shoulders slacking as some of the anger dissipated. It wasn’t really Miles he was mad at. Was he hurt by him saying it? Yeah. But he wasn’t wrong, and that was the worst part. “But you think I don’t know that? I’m well aware of what I’m not able to do. I don’t need you pointing it out to me.” His words weren’t angry anymore, but suddenly he felt tired. “I know you want to help me. But I can deal with it my own way. Let me deal with it.” His words were almost a plead. “I know that you care. And I appreciate it. But I don’t think it’ll help me like it could help you. That’s what I want you to understand.” He continued on softly. “I promise… that I’ll think about it again. But that’s all I can commit to right now.”

“I know that. I just wanted to prove a point.” He knew it wasn’t the right way to do that after the fact. “I was out of line.” Miles wanted to shut up then, to do what Nick asked of him and let him deal with it. But not only did he still want to be there for him, Miles also remembered that first time Nick had admitted to not being able to go into his room, when Miles went for him and found the drugs in his pocket. It was like a switch, the memory suddenly coming to him and causing Miles to look at Nick again. “Does your way involve those pills?” He wasn’t Nick’s parent and he had no control over what he was going to do, but he was going to make it clear that he didn’t like that shit nonetheless. “That’s all I asked you to do in the first place. Thanks.”

“Yeah.” Nick tried not to sound bitter. After all, they’d both just said a lot of things that they’d probably end up regretting. They’ve both been out of line this entire conversation. “Why are you suddenly so interested in the way I’m living my life?” He shot back, his defenses flaring back up once again. “Why would it matter even if it was my way? It’s my way. Not yours, Miles.” He wasn’t going to outright answer, because he told himself it wasn’t his business. It wasn’t anybody’s business. “Yeah — and what about Greg? Are you going to report him?”

Miles could have approached the topic differently, and perhaps should have, but it wasn’t like Nick was ever going to want to talk to him about it anyway. So he might as well bring it up as it popped into his head. “Since I learned that you’re doing drugs,” he replied calmly. Not that he hadn’t always been interested in whatever Nick was doing, but this was certainly more of an incentive to care. “Because you’re a part of my life and it’s not just about you. That’s…some fucked up shit, man. Do you even know what you’re doing?” It was a valid question, though it didn’t quite seem it at the moment. “I guess so. Just…really not looking forward to it.”

“Why are you bringing this all up? What do you want me to say to you?” Nick hated being called out, especially about things he never wanted anyone in his everyday life to know about. This was a living nightmare. “I always know what I’m doing.” He snapped, though he still kept his voice quiet. That was a bold faced lie, and they both knew it. “If something works for me, I don’t need someone judging me for it. I’m an adult. I don’t need to be parented.” This was the last thing in the world he ever wanted to talk about. “If you do it… I’ll be there for you, you know. I’m not going to just let you do it on your own.”

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