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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Can you please write something about Baekhyun enlistment and reader is really broken about it like it’s their last night before he leaves and she’s trying to remain strong for him and he promise to marry her and start a family as soon as he returns? Please I’ve been depressed all day long and I don’t even know how to feel 😞

Hi anon! I got two of this from you, but here it is! Sorry if I kinda rush post it (I couldn't wait to the real date too). I hope this is good and please don't be depressed. Remember if the wait is enjoyable, it's love

A/n : enlistment, crying, hard breathing (no detail explanation)

Here we go, Baekhyun is off to military in three... two..

You have to let him go eventually. Want it or not, like it or not Baekhyun has to go. You were aware of this, of the long lonely nights, of the carefully written letters, and of the bittersweet greeting about the weather.

You know that at some point, your man has to do his honors and serve for the country. You used to joke about it with him, about how silly he will look in his bald head. How he will cry when he has to sleep without you, and how you tease that he finally needs to do his own laundry.

Those days that were full of laughs, finally is coming to be reality. You will be sending Baekhyun to the military camp in less than a day. His bag is packed, his hair is shaved. Not that bad to be honest, you don’t laugh like you imagined you would back then. No, something in your heart tugs at you when you see Baekhyun comes home with his shaved head under his cap. You did not greet him with laugh but with a fascinated look as you run your fingers through the no longer fluffy hair.

His bag is settled, his uniform is already hung behind the closet. The alarm clock is ready and as you take a look at the city lights under the dark sky from your window, the toilet door opens and some thin steam comes out of the door along with your boyfriend in his oversized cotton tee and comfortable baggy jogger.

“What are you looking at, love?” He asks as he takes steps to the bed and sit beside you. His hair is semi dry, with the short hair it doesn’t take that much time for it to dry.

You break your eye contact with the night sky and quickly blink before looking at Baekhyun for the last time.

You smile and pull the blanket closer to you. He sits beside you under the cover and you scoot closer.

“I can’t believe… this is it.” You whisper as your eyes stare into the wall across the bed. A wall dedicated for warm fairy lights hanging around pictures and memories spent together with Baekhyun.

Baekhyun hums and gently places his arm around your shoulder. He slowly caresses your arm and turns his head to face you.

“I've delayed this for a while. I guess now is the perfect time. For a change and for a break.” He exhales and copies what you’re doing. Staring into the printed pictures that are smiling to both of you.

“I didn’t expect it to be this …” you shrug “sad? Quiet?” you scoff

Baekhyun giggles “What do you have in mind?”

You force a smile “I thought we would be laughing tonight and tomorrow i'll be sending you with tears like any other girls… but turns out..” you pause and choke on your tears. You can’t hold it back anymore as you let lose your wall for tonight.

Baekhyun pulls you into his hug and rubs your back “Turns out you're crying for me from tonight.” He smiles and sucks his own tears back.

You nod and ball your fist on his cotton teeshirt “I am sorry. I promised you I won’t cry tonight…” you sob “but here I am brawling.”

Baekhyun smiles secretly and rubs your back. He knew it when you said you'd be laughing the night before he leaves for finally getting freedom, he knew you'd be lying.

“I lied okay. I am sad. Super sad.” You and suddenly mumble out incoherent words as you let lose your tears tonight

Baekhyun just keeps quiet and listens to you. You try to stop, but the tears fall faster when you see his eyes still staring at you with love.

“It’s so long Baekhyun. What will I do without you?” you play with your fingers on his tee shirt as you watch him from your blurry vision.

Baekhyun takes the tissue box next to the bed and gives you a piece. His thumbs come up to wipe your tears and you try to calm yourself down.

Your chest rises faster and Baekhyun knows better that you need to stop sobbing now before you have harder times breathing.

“Easy love,” he gently holds your hand and instructs you how to breathe

“thank you" you mumble after blowing your nose and taking deeper breath.

“Done with the crying?” he carefully asks you when you're calming down.

You grin and nod shyly “Sorry. It’s our last night together why am I crying… we should be making the most out of it.” You give yourself a smack in the head and Baekhyun winces instead.

“Stop that. Later when I am away who will rub your head if you hit it too hard?” he scolds you like a mother while rubbing the red part with his soft hand.

“What will I do without you? I am so sad Baek.” You finally let go your real emotions. For long you were denying it. Saying to yourself that you'll be okay. Time would fly and Baekhyun would be in your hands once again, but come to think of it… his enlistment is not over in a short time!

Baekhyun pulls you to rest your head on his chest and his hand secures yours. “Love, you will be waiting for me and you won’t realize I'll be back suddenly! You’re going to be doing what you're doing right now. Your life will go on, you wake up, go to work , come home and enjoy some time then sleep.”

You pout “And none of that has you In it.”

Baekhyun hums “I will send you mails, when we get to use a call-"

“Call your parents first! They will miss you too!” you cut him off and Baekhyun giggles “Okay okay, I will call mom and dad.. and then you.”

You nod “Yes, you should still be a nice son Baekhyun. Write to your members too!” your nagging side is already back

“Every night I will be here with you, in your dreams!” he taps your forehead and you can’t hold back a smile.

“If you miss me, whisper my name to the night and the stars and moon will deliver it to me!” he pushes a strand of hair away from you and his thumb wipes a tear that escapes your eyes.

Your lips tremble and your eyes go wet again but Baekhyun quickly stops that by pulling you into a deep kiss.

When it is too hard to use words, sometimes a kiss can explain it better than anything else. Like right now, you can melt into his lips as he pulls you tighter in his embrace. His soft plush lips drive you crazy and after a while, your fingers tap his neck and he pulls back.

With heaving chest and red lips both of you stare into each other's eyes and exchange a deep voiceless conversation. Those moment where a deep eye contact can speak everything.

“I love you Baek,” you whisper and Baekhyun takes your palm up to his lips and presses a soft kiss on your knuckles “I love you too (y/n). Please wait for me, I'll come back safe and I'll bring you a ring.”

Your eyes sparkle and you clasp your mouth “You'll propose to me?”

You were already acting as if he already pulls out the ring when he hasn’t.

Baekhyun nods surely “I don’t have a ring right now, but can you please trust me and wait for me? I will come back to you, love with a ring! We will get married and you'll be the sweet pretty caring mrs byun that everyone is jealous of!” his body turns to face the ceiling and you copy him.

His hand makes big gestures as he rambles on moving into a house for only both of you, having a big garden, a baby room and ooh! He wants a brave son and a kind daughter.

Your eyes tear with proud and emotion once again. “We will start our own Byun family! A mini (y/n) and a small Baekhyun! Together we'll be the perfect dream family. We will make the other members jealous.”

You scoff at his competitiveness and nod along “Okay okay, just remember this okay! I will hold on to your promise.” You shake your intertwined pinky and Baekhyun quickly grabs the polaroid he has ready on the drawer.

He quickly brings your intertwined pinky promise and with the fairy lights and the memory wall as a background, Baekhyun snaps the new promise.

The print comes out and he shakes the frame to develop. You're still surprised at his sudden action and when the frame is developed, he hands it to you.

“Here, put it on the wall. It’s my promise on the last night before my enlistment. That I will come back to you and we will get married and start our own family.” He kisses you quick and you look at the picture with love.

“And I will wait for you Baekhyun.” You put the picture aside and turn the lights off.

With only the fairy lights illuminating the room, you cuddle closer to Baekhyun and place your leg on his leg.

“So, for the last night… do you want to do something we can remember too?” you wink and Baekhyun has you under him the next second.

It was a great way to end the night. Both of you sleep well and with Baekhyun holding you tight, you did not realize he has to go when the alarm wakes you up early.

“Oh you're ready.” You stretch on your bed and see Baekhyun already leaving the hot shower with his bath robe on.

You quickly get up and prepare him breakfast. He sits on the stool while watching you prepare his favorite breakfast for the last time and Baekhyun snaps a picture of you and secretly keeps the printed frame in his pocket.

“Ooh my favorite breakfast!” he whistles when you put the plate in front of him and take a seat across him.

“You should get whatever you love!” you pour him his coffee and both of you start eating breakfast.

“What time will manager hyung pick you up?” you ask him after both of you clean the plates and move it to the dish washer.

Baekhyun glances to his watch “An hour?”

You nod “I'll shower and you do your last check. Make sure you don’t miss anything.” You kiss his cheek before disappearing to get ready.

Yes you will send him off til the camp.

The next thing you know, Baekhyun already stands in the room in his uniform. He looks manly and mature. You wipe a tear and put on the beaming proud smile of seeing your man going to be a real man after this.

You'll be sending him to the military. The man coming back later, won’t be the same. He won’t be the same Baekhyun before the camp. Whatever man he is, you know he'll be a better version of himself and you'll love him more.

“One… two… three..” you snap the picture of Baekhyun posing In his uniform and you place it next to the picture where he poses with you.

“We should keep all of this and show this to our children one day!” Baekhyun comments on the pictures you took with the polaroid and you nod.

“Okay solider, let's go!” you open the door for him and walk together with him to the black van.

With manager hyung's careful drive and tinted window, both of you get to spend the last time together. There were not many words exchange. Just Baekhyun holding on to your hand for the whole ride. His thumb has been caressing your hand and you know he's nervous but trying not to be.

So, you pick up the camera and for the last time ask Baekhyun to see the lense and take one last pic with him

You let it develop and when it's done, you smack your red lips on the frame and test if it smudges.

“Woah! Neat!” he smirks when you hand him the nice kissed frame of the fresh polaroid.

You put it on his chest pocket “Keep it there! I'll be with you too!”

Baekhyun chuckles and kisses your forehead “I'll miss you and I love you! Stay safe love.”

You nod “I'll wait for you..miss you and love you even more every day! You too take care.” You press his cheek one last time and Baekhyun smiles.

“Just like Suho hyung said, if the wait is enjoyable, it's love.” Baekhyun reminds you that as he kisses your knuckle one more time

You nod “I will! Let's prove the world we can get through this. Take care love.” You kiss him one more time and finally wave yourself goodbye as Baekhyun exits from the van and greets the cameras that are all pointed at him.

He takes a quick turn to face you and still wave to you one more time with a flying kiss and heart and with that you wave back send him a heart and kiss and the door closes and your van has to leave.

You watch your man from the window one last time and take a deep breath as the car drives away and you know you'll have to take a good care of yourself so when the time ends, the wait will be worth it.

End

Aeris please take care of yourself! Remember if we enjoy the wait, it's love!

Soldier Baekhyun, please serve well and come back safe!

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writeofmind · 4 years

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a ghost?! (pt. 1)

Genre: fluff, slow burn, multi-shot <3

Pairing: College!Rosé x Reader

anon: Hi! If possible could you make a master list of all the fics and scenarios you have posted? 😅 I’d also like to request a blackpink college AU focused on Female Reader x Rosé 🥺 lots of fluff and maybe some slow burn and smut? I’d be happy with any Rosé fluff or blackpink fluff though 🤍🤲🏻 thank you 😊

A/N: hi, j anon! this is part 1/? of your slow burn college!au. :D I will try to make this as slow and fluffy as possible. i don’t have a specific plot that i’m sticking to rn, but i have general ideas that i’m very excited to write. that being said, feel free to send in suggestions as to how you want this story to go! (or you can leave it up to me, and be in for cute surprises >:) )

a ghost?! | caramel lattes | your favorite regular

There were two things that you learned from living your college life. One, you definitely weren’t a morning person, and two, your roommate was a ghost.

Not literally. The thing was just that you had never formally met them; when you moved in, they weren’t home, and when you would wake up in the afternoons, they would already be long gone and out of the house. Your schedules never lined up with each other, so for the past few weeks, you’ve just been barely missing them, not even knowing their name.

You didn’t mind, really. The apartment was kept clean at all times, so it really did feel like only you lived there sometimes. But, you can say: if your roommate was a ghost, then they were the loudest ghost. Ever.

It was just your luck to be paired with them, too; they would be up at the crack of dawn, most times even earlier. You’d often wake up in the mornings to music playing or their (you’re sure you can say her) voice singing along. If you were being honest, the latter was your preferred way of waking up. She did have a wonderful voice, and you wished you could get yourself out of bed to tell her that; but she just woke up way, way too early.

Today was another one of those days. Music was blasting in the background, yet another replay of “Call Me Maybe.”

Ugh, god... you raised your head at the rude awakening, squinting your eyes at the door. Not this song again.

Based on what little you knew about your roommate, you had an image in your head of what she may look like. To put it short, you imagined a sorority girl, in a way. The type that dance and sing along to pop songs, dresses in tank tops and jeans, partying everyday, that sort of thing. You figured that maybe she didn’t party a lot though, considering she was already home and sleeping when you would walk through the front door.

You let your head drop back into your pillow. You were too groggy and beat from work the night before that you blocked out the song, blocked out your roommate’s singing, and fell soundly asleep once again as her music faded out the front door and into the hallways of your apartment. Jeez, that girl needed some headphones.

When you woke up a few hours later, the apartment was silent. There was a sigh of relief from you, and you groaned as you stretched your entire body out. Class started in about an hour and a half, so you decided not to laze around in bed and instead get ready for the day.

When you walked into the kitchen to grab something quick to eat on your way to campus, you smelled something delicious. Sniffing the air, you smelled... something spicy?

Sure enough, when you walked inside, there was a pan of tteokbokki sitting right on the stove. The aroma of the spiciness itself made your mouth water the closer you got to it- then, you saw a note next to it, sitting right under a bottle of water.

Good morning, roomie! I heard you come home late last night, (not that I was trying to be a stalker, but I couldn’t sleep so I was still up when you got back. Crazy, right?) Anyway, I figured you didn’t eat because I didn’t hear you in the kitchen, so I made extra tteokbokki this morning for you to take with you. I made it a little too spicy, so make sure you grab the water too!!

- PC

Your eyebrows raised higher the further down you read the note. She made you breakfast? And packed you a water?

How sweet of her, you smiled. You wasted no time in scooping a whole bunch of the delicious rice cakes onto a plate and devouring every single piece. (She was right, though, it was super spicy.)

That was really sweet of her. I should do something for her, too. I feel bad that I haven’t thought to even leave a note. And PC, huh? I wonder what that could stand for. I should make a mental note to ask.

After eating and cleaning everything up, you realized that you wasted a little too much time in your own head and was running a bit behind schedule. You grabbed the water bottle quickly and ran as fast as you could out the door, into the elevator, and out the main lobby of your apartment. You didn’t even notice the blonde haired girl you almost ran into along the way.

When you were finished with your school day, you always dreaded having to go to work afterwards. Not that it was a terrible job, you were just a barista at a café near campus, after all- but you would be tired and drained after pulling afternoon to closing shifts.

So there you stood, leaning against the counter top at your job as you sipped away at a small cup of espresso. You and your coworkers chatted absentmindedly. It wasn’t too busy tonight, except for a few straggling students that stayed to study. Your manager had even offered to let you go home early, but you decided you needed the money- you were practically getting paid to stand around, anyway.

The bell on the door jingled after what seemed like hours (and maybe it was). Your coworkers, all clowns, hid away from the incoming group of customers and shuffled behind the counters, leaving you to take care of them all. You glared at them and groaned internally, but that was the rules of a college student barista. If you’re not fast enough to hide, you face the consequences.

“Hey, guys,” you put on your smile as you approached the register, “what can I get for you tonight?”

When the girls got closer, you were glad that your hat was a bit too big for your head. It covered the burning read at the top of your ears at the sight of how pretty they were— all four of them, to be exact.

One of the shorter ones smiled back at you. “Hiii,” she greeted, “do you guys know what you want?”

The redhead of the group spoke up first. “Yes, can I just have a tea, please?” She turned to the other girls, “I noticed that my voice has been kind of raspy from rehearsal. I hope it’s nothing serious.”

You minded your own business as you punched in the order. “Of course, and for you?” You looked at the tall brunette, who was squinting at the menu board. You had to hide a laugh as you slid a smaller menu to her. “Here you go, our menu is printed kind of small.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you,” she laughed and took the menu in her hands. The shorter one that spoke earlier laughed too and simply pushed the brunette’s hands down.

“Can we just get two large white mochas, please?”

You smiled as you punched in that order too. “Of course.” You now turned to the final girl of the group, who stood silently, staring back and forth at the pastries in the case and the menu board. “For you, miss?”

When she looked up at you, you froze.

Wow, she was cute.

She smiled at you so sweetly, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear. “Um, yes please, can I get all of the vanilla scones that are in here? Oh, and a caramel latte, please.”

Just from eyeballing the case, there were at least 10, if not a couple more scones in there. You glanced at her with a humorous smile and nodded. “Yeah, no problem.”

As you punched in the order, you made sure that you only rang her up for four scones. It was almost near closing time anyway (you told yourself that, but really you still had a couple hours left), and you didn’t want to have to waste any pastries.

“Can I have your guys’ names for your drinks?” You popped the tip off of your sharpie.

The redhead, again, spoke first. “Jisoo.”

Then went the brunette. “Lisa,” she then pointed to the shorter one, “Jennie.”

Lastly, you turned to the blonde. Again, she smiled, and nodded when she spoke. “Rosé.”

Such a pretty name, you thought to yourself. You made it a point to draw a little flower next to her name, just for funsies. You let them know that their drinks would be ready soon, and you gathered all the scones in the case for the girl to have.

The girls didn’t notice the price difference at first when they paid. After calling out their names for their orders, it wasn’t until they sat down at their table with their drinks and snacks that they realized something was off.

It was Rosé who came back up to the counter as you were wiping it down.

“Um, hi,” she spoke softly as if not to surprise you, “I’m sorry, but I think there may have been a mistake?”

You looked up at her from the counter with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was your drink wrong?”

“No, not at all! It’s great,” she shook her head and showed her bag of scones, “but, um, I think you mischarged me for these.”

Ah, so she did notice. “No miss, that’s okay,” you laughed at her innocence and honesty. Her face even looked worried just from you saying that. “We’re going to be closing in a couple hours anyway, and to be honest, the scones can be a bit overpriced when you buy a lot. Don’t worry about it.”

Her eyebrows were furrowed in the cutest way possible. “But— are you sure? You won’t get in trouble?”

“I’m sure, I’m sure. It’s fine, really miss.”

“Aww... well, thank you—” she beamed and squinted at your name tag, “Joy.”

Aw, shit. You internally slapped yourself in the face, I put on the wrong apron.

Of all days to be talking to a cute girl, you weren’t even wearing the right apron with the right name tag. You really didn’t want to have to explain yourself and essentially embarrass both you and the girl right now, and you were quite frankly a bit shy already from talking to her for as long as you have. So you just smiled back. “It’s no problem, Rosé.”

With a giggle, the girl turned back around and hopped over to her table, where you could hear her recounting your conversation. You chuckled.

As your shift went on, the students inside the café began to disperse and pack up their bags to head home. One of the last students to leave was the group of girls you served earlier, and they even made sure to call out “bye, Joy!” as they left. Your coworkers looked at you funny but ended up laughing at your awkwardness once they realized your mistake.

“Oh, come on, y/n!” One of your best coworkers, Seulgi, laughed, “Now you’re gonna be known as Joy to them! Joy is not going to be happy.”

“Look, man, I didn’t wanna correct her, alright??” You sighed and palmed your forehead, “I got nervous!”

“Ah, well,” your other coworker Yeri shrugged, “at least you may not see her again. So you don’t have to be too embarrassed.”

Your shoulders dropped at the sound of that. You may not see her again? Boo.

Your closing shift went by smoothly and before you knew it, you were walking through the threshold of your already dark apartment. You saw that your roommate’s door was closed and her light off, but her shoes were on the shoe rack, so you knew she was already sleeping.

You almost went straight to your room to knock out before remembering what your roommate did for you this morning. You didn’t want to just leave her hanging and make yourself seem ungrateful, so you grabbed a post-it note and a pen.

Hi there, roomie, you began, thank you for the tteokbokki this morning! It was delicious, actually, and I only needed a few gulps of water between each bite. (lol, i’m just teasing, it really was good. i love spicy food.) i’m not sure if you like flavorings in your coffee, let alone if you like coffee or not, but here’s some for you for the morning, since you’re usually up earlier than me. you can use any of my coffee cups, i have way too many.

- y/n

After setting up the coffee machine to brew in the early morning, you stuck the note on top and dragged yourself into your room to get ready for bed.

The next morning, you woke up to silence. No music, no singing, nothing. And it wasn’t early in the morning- it was the usual time you yourself would get up and out of bed.

Huh? you wondered, This feels... unnatural.

You got yourself out of bed and ready for your day as you normally would. You walked into the kitchen for your usual breakfast of coffee and a single granola bar, when you saw yet another note waiting for you on the kitchen table.

it’s no problem at all! i almost thought you hated the tteokbokki when i didn’t see any feedback when i got home. TT TT it’s so funny that we haven’t even met yet. btw, i’m sorry i’m loud in the mornings, i never realized how late you got home every night. i’ll let you sleep in more. :) and you’re so sweet, thank you for letting me use one of your cups, and thank you for the coffee this morning :)

p.s, just so you know a fact about me too, i love caramel in my coffees.

- PC

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baronessblixen · 4 years

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Some angst with fluff at the end? "Please. I don't think I can do this anymore."

So this was inspired by yesterday’s rooftop anon and @mypanicface. Thank you. It has angst, fluff and is a journey through their life together. Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober

Fictober Day 10

“Please,” Scully says, squeezing Mulder’s hand, looking at him with unshed tears in her eyes. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” And Mulder can’t let go. He can’t let go of The X-Files or the search for his sister, the truth. Most of all, and it hits him violently in the gut, making him dizzy, he can’t let go of Scully. One year ago, she strolled into his basement office with a soft smile and no idea what she’d gotten herself into. Now, his little spy has become his greatest confidant. The thought of losing her is unfathomable.

“I have an idea,” he says, entwining their fingers, and bringing her to the place that up until to now, has been his and his only.

“I didn’t even know your building had a rooftop.”

“Most people don’t.” He grins at her. “I have a key.”

There’s not much space but it’s always just been him, so it was enough. He motions for Scully to sit down on the beat-up chair he found in a corner the first time he’s come up here. She sits with a thankful smile and he crouches next to her, his knees uncomfortable on the cold, hard concrete.

“The sun is setting,” Scully says, her voice as soft as the colors stretching over the sky above them.

“I know,” he replies, watching her instead. “I come here sometimes to think. To watch the sunset and remind myself that the world isn’t all bad. I thought maybe I could… get a second chair, a second set of keys.”

Scully turns to him. There are still tears in her eyes, but the ashen look of desperation in her face has vanished. The last rays of sunshine tangle in her hair and caress her cheeks.

“I would like that, Mulder.”

There are two chairs now and only one of them here to use them. He stares at the empty, silent seat beside him. Up above him, the sky is grey, as listless as he is. The sunset is hidden behind dark, angry clouds. Hope is dwindling with every passing day. The hope that they’ll find Scully. That they’ll find her alive.

A sliver of blue finds its way through the layers of bitter clouds, cracks it open just one bit. He clings to that small promise, to the possibility of faith.

Where are you Scully? he thinks, holding her cross between his fingers, trying to find the strength to go on.

“Hey,” he says, drawing his chair close to hers.

“I didn’t know where to go,” she says as a way of apology.

He shakes his head. “I told you this place is as much yours as mine.” Her knuckles are white from gripping the armrest. He touches the hand right next to him and she startles.

“I’m just so angry, Mulder. And my mother she… I couldn’t stand the look on her face anymore.” She lifts her head to the clouds. “I can’t believe I’ll never talk to Melissa ever again.”

“I’m sorry, Scully. For your loss, for… everything.”

Their fingers intertwine on their own account. The sun sets right before their eyes, a last hurrah for the day. Tomorrow, they will do this all over again. Just a respite before another fight, before another injustice. Before another loss. Neither of them lets go of the other, not for the longest time, not until they’re engulfed into complete darkness, the night’s cold nipping at them and reminding them that they, against all odds, are still alive.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Scully says, standing next to him, and even though he’s not looking at her, he knows she’s frowning. She’s bundled up in a thick coat, needing the warmth, needing to hide her diminishing body away. No amount of layers can cover up the truth they both know.

She’s dying.

Mulder looks straight ahead at where the sun bleeds red into the sky. What does it matter to her? Why does she care what happens to him once she’s gone? His thoughts buzz in his head, like a swarm of angry bees. He wants to throw the chair away, to hide the keys. How can he ever return here once she’s buried in the cold earth?

“Mulder, I mean it. What you did… why did you do it? Why did you let someone drill a hole into your head?” Her voice rises with every word she says. He doesn’t have answers for her. He can’s save her and so he doesn’t deserve to be saved. Definitely not by her.

“I can’t- Mulder, please look at me.” He can’t deny her when she’s pleading with him. How can he deny her anything now when she’s dying? With force, he turns his head towards her. “I can’t bear the thought that you hurt yourself. You need to start taking better care of yourself.”

His nod is an empty promise, but she sits next to him anyway. He holds her tiny, cold hand in his and squeezes it tightly before he interlaces their fingers. Maybe some of his warmth, some of his life, can seep into her. She needs it more than he does.

“You said you wanted to talk to me?” Mulder is hesitant in sitting down. There’s a gentle breeze in the air, a hint of summer palpable in the rich bouquet of new beginnings.

“Hmm.” There’s a soft, albeit shy smile on her face that disarms his heart. He sits down, glances briefly at the early sunset, not yet in full procession, coloring them in golden hues.

“I must admit I was a bit, um, worried when I got your message because-“

“I want a baby, Mulder.” The smile is still there, now mixed with determination. She wants this. She really wants this. He swallows hard, his mind rushing through all the implications. Scully wants a child.

“That’s um…”

“I got a second opinion for the ova you’ve stored. There’s a good chance that IVF will work for me.”

“That’s incredible, Scully.”

She nods, watching him. “There’s just one problem. It’s not a problem, just- I need…, you know…”

“A father,” he supplies.

“So to speak. I don’t want you to answer right away, Mulder, because I know this is a big decision and one that neither of us should make lightly. I’ve spent all week thinking about it. You were my first thought when Dr. Parenti said there was a chance. During the week, I realized that… I don’t want you to feel pressured or like this is something that you have to do. I want you to think about it, okay?”

“You want me to be the…” now he can’t say it. Father. Scully wants him to be the father of her child.

“Please think about it. I’m going to leave you alone now.” She squeezes his shoulder and he sits there, frozen and shell-shocked. His eyes are trained on the sky where soft, pale blue and pink stripes frolic together. There’s no decision to be made. His heart pounds in his chest.

They’re going to try and make a baby.

She doesn’t say a word as she hands him a key. The key to the rooftop. He stares back at her, dumbfounded.

“I thought maybe you’d like it back.” Her voice is clipped, as neatly coiffed as her hair.

“Why?”

“I figured you’d like to share it with someone else.”

“Scully, no.” But she’s already leaving. He catches her right when her hand lands on the doorknob. “This is our place,” he says. “Diana doesn’t even know it exists. Neither would I want her to. Please stay? Look at that sunset.”

She doesn’t. She’s staring at her own hand, wrapped around the knob, still ready to leave. He couldn’t blame her if she did.

“Hey?” He touches her chin, making it impossible for her not to look at him. There’s a glimmer of anger in her eyes. These days, no matter what he does, he’s only making things worse. “Just one sunset. It promises to be pretty tonight.”

Wordlessly, she lets go, trots over to her chair, and sits down. She moves it away from his own, widening the distance. As soon as they’ve both settled, as soon as he dares, he reaches out to take her hand. She lets him hold it and he knows they will be okay again, in the end.

“We should have done it like this from the start,” Mulder says grinning up at Scully. She’s perched on his lap, her arms around his neck, and her head leaning against his. It won’t take long tonight, the sun in a hurry to set in the frosty autumn air.

“We weren’t ready then.” Scully’s giggle disappears into his neck where she nuzzles him with the tip of her freezing nose. He can’t wait to get back inside, to warm her up. Who needs sleeping bags when you have a warm bed and the hottest woman on earth?

“You’re not even looking at the sunset, Scully.”

“I’ve seen it before,” she says with a yawn.

“Are you tired? It’s only afternoon.”

“Well, we were busy last night.” Another giggle and a kiss against his jaw. He loves this Scully, the playful one. Sure, he loves every Scully he’s ever encountered; from the bossy badass to the one who needs help reaching the cupboards in his apartment.

“I plan on being busy again tonight,” he says into her hair.

“Can we skip the sunset tonight, Mulder? Maybe we can even see it from your bedroom.”

“You’re right. We should definitely check that theory.”

There are no certainties, only a sea full of possibilities, but Mulder knows this is the last time he’ll be sitting here, watching the sunset from the rooftop of his building. His bags are packed; everything he needs ready to start a new life somewhere else. Where that will be, he doesn’t yet know.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Scully says softly, cradling her heavy stomach. He can’t help but smile when he sees her, overcome with love for her and their baby. If only there wasn’t the nagging feeling of fear, too. What if they can’t keep their child safe? What if?

“I thought I’d say goodbye.”

“You don’t know that, Mulder.” She takes her hand in his, their fingers automatically entwining.

“Hmm,” he replies. He does know. This chapter is over. “We’ve had some good moments up here, didn’t we?”

“We did.”

“Sad ones, too.”

“No more sad ones,” she says, putting their entwined hands on her stomach.

If only life were that easier. But as he looks at the sky, the same sky it’s always been, the familiar colors that still find ways to surprise him now and then, he knows that they will be fine. No matter where he is, where she is, the sun will set every day, sleep, and rise again. There’s always going to be hope.

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tallycraven · 4 years

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hi do you still do ficlets and can we get more of bellweather apartmates 🥺

But of course! Here you go! It’s also up on ao3 as a part of my collection of anon-requested/inspired ficlets. :)

Waking up with the sun in her eyes is incredibly low on Raelle’s list of favorite-things-to-wake-up-to. Lower still, however, is waking up to the sound of loud clanging accompanied by muffled curse-grunts.

It’s early, she knows that by the position of the sun, shining perfectly through the slats of the blinds to burn her retinas from behind her eyelids. She lets out a small grunt of dissatisfaction and turns to bury her face into the pillows, finding a small respite in the dimness and cool fabric on this side of her bed.

The peace and wonderful haze of sleep beginning to blanket her again is shattered by another loud clang and audible, “fuck!” come from somewhere beyond her door.

Resigning herself to consciousness, she blinks open her eyes to see her alarm clock – a dull green 7:03 AM staring back at her – and resists the urge to break her own neck in an attempt to achieve more rest. Instead, she pushes her palms into her eyes, pressing with enough pressure to see spots in her vision when she finally drags her hands down her face and opens her eyes.

It’s then that she notices the borderline heavenly smell wafting in from the kitchen. The mixture of vanilla and sugar in the air is what convinces her to sit up, only recoiling a little bit at the chill of the hardwood floor against her bare feet.

Raelle Collar is a lot of things, but least of them all is a morning person; this explains the way she sloppily slides on only a pair of fuzzy polka-dotted socks that Tally got her five years ago (now worn-down and much less fuzzy) and nothing else before dragging her feet into the kitchen, following the scent of baked goods like a 90s cartoon character.

“You’re up!” is the first thing she hears from her right, where Tally’s laying down with her phone resting on her chest and red hair spread across the arm of the couch.

Another clang and Abigail’s head pops into view from behind the kitchen island, where she was presumably messing with their collection of baking trays. The top of the counter is nearly completely covered by baked goods—cookies, muffins, and cupcakes as far as the eye could see—as well as a mess of equipment and ingredients.

“Why the fuck don’t we have an eight by eight?” Abigail complains, tossing an unwanted tray on top of the growing stack.

Raelle pads over to the island and slides onto a barstool, the cold leather against her thighs causing a small shiver up her spine. It’s quickly remedied by a blanket draped over her shoulders by Tally, who slides in beside her with a seemingly magically-apparated cup of coffee.

“We lent it to Libba last month so she could make corn bread,” Tally says, nursing her own cup of coffee. “You threw a fit about her not using a cast-iron skillet, remember? And then she said she was never giving it back.”

Abigail straightens, fire in her eyes as she grabs her flour-smeared phone and marches off to presumably make a call to their friend.

She looks haphazard, Raelle notes as she takes a sip of coffee, like she hadn’t slept and is on the verge of launching into a famous Bellweather Breakdown. Another quick glance around the apartment, noting the clutter of papers and open law books on their dining room table and the open laptop on the floor by the coffee table, and Raelle’s pretty sure that Abigail pulled another all-nighter.

“What’s her deal?” Raelle asks, turning to catch Tally’s gaze, which had been focused on a tray of cookies.

Tally gives a small shrug, “She’s been awake since last night, after her post-exam nap yesterday. I think she’s stress baking while waiting for the professor to post her score?”

“The one that she took less than twenty-four hours ago? That’s stupid.”

“You try telling her that.”

Raelle opens her mouth to respond but she’s cut off by Abigail walking back into the room, looking frantic in the way her eyes are focused on her phone screen in evident rage. “I’m going to murder Swythe.”

“You’ve been saying that for the entirety of the seven years we’ve known you.” Tally challenges, causing Raelle to snicker into her coffee.

Abigail’s face is scrunched up in an angry frown, “I mean it this time! Who steals bakeware?”

“Elizabeth Swythe, evidently.” Raelle says with a smirk, imagining Libba sneaking into their apartment at night in all black and making away with Abigail’s prized stand mixer. The image alone pulls another chuckle out of her.

“Yeah, well—”

Abigail is cut off by the melodic ring of their doorbell echoing through their home.

Raelle’s first reaction is to immediately bring a finger to her nose, “Nose goes!”

Tally has also successfully touched her finger to her nose and the two of them turn to look at Abigail, who’s dusted in flour and frosting despite the apron that was meant to keep her tidy. The look on her face is enough to encourage both Tally and Raelle to spin back around to stare at the counter while she stomps to their front door.

When she’s out of immediate earshot, Raelle raises an eyebrow at Tally over her mug and basks in the laughter that comes from her friend.

“What’s she even going to do with all of this?”

Tally shrugs, “Charming her friends in the Spee Club, probably.”

Raelle cocks an eyebrow, snagging a cookie off the cooling rack and taking a bite despite Tally’s excited and scandalized expression.

“She’s going to kill you!”

“The Spee Club is an antiquated bunch of elitists who deserve no love.” Raelle says, mouth full of perfectly chewy snickerdoodle, “those stuck up brats can suck my—”

“Guys! 3B’s here!” Abigail’s voice cuts her off and Raelle freezes on the spot, half-eaten cookie dropping onto the countertop while Tally gasps in excitement.

Tally’s immediately moving, pulling Raelle from her seat and shoving her towards their front door regardless of the way Raelle’s resisting her and holy fuck when did Tally get this strong?

Raelle shoves Tally a little and clings onto the blanket around her shoulders, panicking. “I’m not fucking… wearing…” she gestures hurriedly to herself and drops her voice to a whisper, “pants!”

Tally and Raelle stand in the middle of their apartment, quietly bickering at each other for a brief moment until Abigail walks back in, a familiar guest following behind her.

There are moments in life when Raelle wishes the ground would crack open and swallow her whole. There are other moments when Raelle wishes she could go back in time and stop herself from existing at all. This would be one of those times.

Scylla Ramshorn—resident of apartment 3B, local bookshop keeper, and woman of Raelle’s dreams—is standing in their apartment with a warm smile looking like a model in her form-fitting jeans and comfy sweater. Meanwhile, Raelle’s in nothing but a grey shirt and her boxer briefs, cookie crumbs on her face, and hair messily pointing in every direction.

“Uh,” Raelle smiles, realizing she hasn’t brushed her teeth yet and wanting to crumble. “Hi! What brings you ‘round here?”

Abigail gives her a withering look of embarrassment and chooses to walk away to tend to her army of baked goods.

The laughter that chimes from Scylla is divine; it’s songlike and warm—it makes Raelle incredibly aware of how underdressed she is in her own home.

“I just came over to borrow some sugar.” Scylla says, “I ran out and forgot to pick some up. I hope that’s okay?”

Raelle’s about to rush to go grab some sugar in order to hurry through this mortifying experience but Tally’s gone in a small whip of wind with a, “I’ll go grab some!”

And suddenly she’s stuck: pantsless, standing in front of her crush, and trying to figure out what to do or say that won’t make her look like any more of a dweeb.

“So… sugar, huh?”

Raelle considers packing up and moving back to live with her dad in North Carolina all just to never have to see Scylla or embarrass herself in front of her ever again.

But Scylla just smiles at her, expression stuck somewhere between amusement and something else. “Yeah, I need it for my coffee. I know some people are purists and refuse to take it with cream or sugar but I’m a two creams two sugars type of girl.”

“Noted.” Raelle whispers, pulling at the blanket tighter around her shoulders.

“Sorry?” Scylla says, stepping closer, “I didn’t hear you.”

Scylla’s eyes drag up and down her body and Raelle suddenly feels even more naked than she actually is.

“Oh!” Raelle panics, “I said, ‘cool beans.’”

The way Scylla tilts her head and smiles should be illegal.

“Like. Coffee beans. ‘Cause you’re making coffee?”

Scylla opens her mouth to reply but seems at a loss for words. Raelle thanks every single higher power she’d ever even heard of in passing when Tally swings in with a small container of sugar and hands it to Scylla while mouthing, ‘Cool beans?’ at Raelle.

“Hopefully that’s enough to last you until you can go shopping again!” Tally supplies shortly after Raelle gives tired shrug in response.

“Thank you! This is plenty, I’m sure I won’t be bothering yo—”

Scylla’s cut off by a high-pitched squeal from behind the kitchen island and all three girls turn to see Abigail bouncing up and down with her phone clutched in her hand.

“I passed! Top five! I get a guaranteed spot in her Supreme Court litigation clinic next semester!” Abigail all but screeches. “Take that, Swythe!”

Raelle nods in pretend understanding, “That’s great, Abs.”

“Great?! More than great! I don’t have to wake up at six in the morning to attempt to register!” Abigail’s setting her phone down and moving towards them at an alarming speed, skidding to a stop with bright eyes and a huge smile. “We’re celebrating tonight!”

Scylla, taking this as her cue to go, gives a small nod. “Congratulations. Thank you for the sugar, I’ll get out of your hair and let you celebrate.”

“Ooooh, no no.” Abigail reaches out and grabs Scylla by the arm.

Raelle muses at the ease with which she does, knowing that she herself has struggled to find an appropriate reason to even brush shoulders with Scylla every time they’re down in the laundry room alone.

“You’re invited. Tonight! I’m treating all of us to dinner and drinks!”

“I don’t want to impose—” Scylla starts, shy smile on her face.

“No! I need all three of you there to shower me in praise for passing this exam and basically guaranteeing myself a spot as the youngest Supreme Court Justice in the history of the United States.”

Abigail’s victory speech continues, but Raelle has already tuned out, focusing in on the way Scylla offers her a sympathetic smile as if to ask, “is she always like this?” to which she can only apologetically smile and shrug.

“Oookay, Abigail, you’re scaring our neighbor.” Tally says, grabbing Abigail by the shoulders and pushing her towards the bathroom. “Why don’t you go shower and take a nap so you have energy to celebrate tonight.”

“I feel great!”

“You smell bad.” Tally deadpans.

It draws an offended gasp from Abigail, who finally relents to Tally’s pushing and moves into the bathroom. The door gets shut and they hear a muffled, “Okay but we’re taking victory shots when I’m clean!”

“Does she know it’s seven in the morning?” Scylla asks, joy and delight in her voice.

Raelle can’t help but laugh, “I don’t think she knows anything other than her name at this point.”

Tally moves to go clean up the mess of equipment on their kitchen counters. “She is serious about celebrating though. You should definitely come over later tonight—help us make sure she doesn’t repeat what happened when she got accepted into Harvard.”

“What did she do?”

“Let’s just say we’re not allowed in any of the 7-11s downtown.” Raelle offers meekly.

Scylla nods in disbelief, mouth open in a charmed smile, “noted.”

She laughs and Raelle finds herself chuckling along. Scylla’s laughter is infectious, it carries with it a sort of mirth that’s all-consuming and entirely soul-warming.

“So, see you tonight?” Raelle asks.

Scylla gives a loose shrug, “As long as you’re there.”

At a loss for real words, Raelle only nods.

“Cool beans.” Scylla smiles, eyebrow quirked.

“Cool beans.” Raelle mirrors, trying to ignore the way her heart speeds up tenfold. She can feel the blush crawling up her neck.

And then Scylla’s walking out of their apartment and Raelle’s just watching her go. She vaguely registers someone coming to stand behind her, but it doesn’t stop her from leaping several feet in the air when Tally giggles and bumps her hip.

“Cool beans, huh?”

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writingformadderton · 4 years

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Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 10184

Summary: Richard suffers from an eating disorder and tries to fight against it, but it overwhelmes him from time to time. When it happens he needs Taron around him, reassuring him and spending comfort. This time Richard struggles a lot with himself and his emotions. But then he remembers how Taron and he got together and the time he landed in hospital, realizing Taron would always be by his side

Additional Tags: trigger warning, eating disorder, angst, throwing up, restricting, over excercising, comfort, crying, kissing, cuddling, passing out, hospital, first kiss, love, fluff, soft

I really hope this is what you wished for my dear anon :) -Nati

PART 2

Taron is busy in the kitchen when Richard comes home. He’s prepared dinner tonight and tried his best not to burn anything. Usually, he was lucky to have Rich, who’s talented in the kitchen. But today, Richard had a long day on set and he thought it to be a nice gesture to cook for him.

What Taron doesn’t know is the feeling Richard gets when he steps inside and smells the heavy sauce for the noodles he made. He doesn’t know how Richard’s whole body protests and he feels himself getting a bit sick.

When Richard steps into the kitchen, he sees Taron working, completely concentrated, and looking absolutely adorable. He can’t hide a warm smile. “Hey, bub.” He greets him and lets his eyes wander over the strong back belonging to his boyfriend. T turns around and his shining blueish-green eyes meet his own. Rich comes closer and pulls him into a tight hug, burying his face in his shoulder, trying to blend out the smell of the food.

“You alright, darling?” T asks.

“Mm, just tired.” He mumbles and cuddles into him.

“Okay then,” Taron runs his fingers through his soft hair and massages the back of his head. “We’ll have a relaxed evening then. A movie maybe.”

“But not in the living room. I’m gonna fall asleep and then you’ll have to carry me upstairs.” Rich mumbles into his shoulder and wraps his arms tighter around him.

“And what’s the problem with that? It’s not like it’s never happened before.” Taron chuckles and places a light kiss into Richard’s curly hair.

“Mm you’re right.” Richard pulls back and kisses him softly. “T, I think you should stop cooking the noodles at a high temperature.” He says when he recognizes the boiling water spilling out of the pot.

Taron lets go of him quickly and turns around, swearing. “Fuck!” he turns the fire down and pulls the pot away from the hot stove plate. “No, now they’re completely overcooked.” He whines and rubs his face.

“Hey, its okay. They’ll still taste good, don’t worry.” Richard tries to calm him down a bit and rubs his back.

Richard barely gets down the first plate and shakes his head furiously when Taron asks him if he wants some more. Taron sighs and nods. “See, I told you they wouldn’t taste good.”

“What? No! It’s delicious, love, really.” Rich assures him and leans back in his chair. “I’m just not that hungry.”

“Hmm, okay.” Taron mumbles and starts putting the plates away. Hearing that from Richard isn’t exactly something positive.

“Taron.” Rich tries and gets up.

“Mm?” T puts the plates in the dishwasher.

Richard wraps his arms around him and pulls him close. “I am serious, okay?”

T turns towards him and wraps his arms around his neck. “I know.” He says and smiles softly. He watches Richard carefully and tries to find out if he really just wasn’t hungry today. Or was he slipping back into his phase again? “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Rich says and kisses him gently. “Cuddle?”

T gives in and soon after, they are sitting on the sofa. Richard is sleeping deeply in Taron’s arms and is cuddled into the blanket. Taron plays with his curls and looks down at him, worried. He fears that Richard’s eating disorder will soon hit him again. After a while, Taron falls asleep in a very uncomfortable position.

Richard wakes up and is surrounded by darkness. Only the light of the street lamp outside shines a sliver of light through the windows. Rich sits up and rubs his face tiredly. He gets up and puts his arms underneath Taron’s legs and torso, lifting him up. His boyfriend moans softly and leans his head against his chest. “Shh, keep sleeping.”

Upstairs, he lies him down and crawls under the blankets beside him. He closes his eyes and T wraps his arms around him lazily, burying his face in his neck.

The next morning, Richard leaves for work early and doesn’t eat anything for breakfast. Luckily, Taron isn’t awake by then so he doesn’t get to see that. Later on his lunch break, he spends the time in his trailer and doesn’t eat anything again. He feels himself getting hungry and his stomach is growling. But he keeps telling himself that he isn’t hungry. In the evening, he feels himself getting sick and calls Taron, lying to him that he has a night shoot and will stay on set.

Taron ends the call and frowns slightly. Rich came home every day, even when he would have night shoots. Something was clearly wrong. Did he make a mistake?

What Taron doesn’t know is how Richard curls up in bed exhausted in the evening. His arms wrap around his stomach and he moans a bit to himself until he drifts off to a miserable, light sleep at 4am.

But Taron stays awake as well, pacing in their bedroom and thinking about why Richard didn’t come home that night. He falls asleep on the armchair in their bedroom, around 5am.

Richard comes home at 8am that morning, fighting against the urge to eat something. He doesn’t feel like eating at all. Rich stumbles up the stairs and finds Taron on the armchair, curled up without a blanket. He walks over to him and fondles over his fluffy hair. “Morning, bub.”

Taron opens his eyes, confused, and smiles weakly when he sees Richard. “Hey, Rich.”

“Bed?” Rich asks and Taron nods, staring into each other’s tired eyes.

Later that day, Richard barely eats during lunch. T watches him observantly and tries to ignore it. You are worrying too much and Rich is fine, he tells himself. But his worries only get worse when Richard decides to go out for a run and can’t sit still the whole day. It was typical for him during these phases to eat little to nothing, exercise more often than usual, and always moving around.

Taron sits on their bed, reading his newest script when Richard comes in. He looks up and smirks when he sees the wide smile on Richard’s face. “What is it?”

“Nothing. You look cute as hell.” Rich admits, grinning, and sits down on the edge of the bed next to him.

T just grins and lies his script aside. He wants to take his glasses off and put them aside, but Richard stops him. “I see.” Taron smirks softly. Rich always has been a sucker for him in glasses.

Rich leans forward and places a tiny kiss on Taron’s nose. “I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” Taron says and blushes a bit. It was crazy how Richard could still make him blush with saying simple words.

“You’re still blushing because of that.” Richard giggles softly and shakes his head. He crawls into bed and T opens his legs so he can sit in between them.

T cups his face and pulls him down. “Mm, still stunned I’m yours.” He connects their lips in a tender kiss while his thumbs stroke over his boyfriend’s cheeks.

Rich pulls back and stares into the dreamy blueish-green eyes of his lover, that are shining full of joy. “Are you okay, bub?”

“Yeah.” Taron says and frowns slightly.

“You look caught up in your thoughts.” Rich explains his question.

“Oh-I’m” He stops himself and rubs his back nervously. “I was worried about you.”

Rich frowns and leans back, away from him. “Why?” He asks and watches him observantly.

“Listen, Rich. I don’t wanna sound overprotective or suspicious, okay?” He sighs and Richard nods. “You just started to act like you do during your phases. And I think that made me worry about you.” He is scared to say what he thinks. He doesn’t know how he would react to that.

Richard opens his mouth to say something, but ends up closing it again. He stares down at his hands and swallows hard. “I really can’t hide anything from ya.” He sighs and smiles weakly, playing with his hands.

“So I was right?” T asks slowly and watches his boyfriend carefully.

Richard nods weakly and looks up at him again. His deep blue eyes are brimmed with tears and shine sadly. “I’m sorry.”

“No, Richie.” T says softly and opens his arms. “Come here, angel eyes.” He pulls him into a strong hug and Rich curls up against him. “You don’t have to apologize for that.” He assures him and runs his fingers through his curls.

“I feel like I have to. Because I keep on dragging you down with me.” He presses out in a tiny voice.

“Oh love, it isn’t your fault. You’ll need some help to get through it, but you know it gets better again. I’ll be here.” T rubs his back comfortingly.

“But what if you don’t stay this time? What if I hurt you too much with my behavior?” Rich asks sniffling and grabs Taron’s shirt as if he needed to be held.

T looks down at him and grabs his hand that held his shirt. He interlocks their fingers and fondles his knuckles. “Did I ever leave you when you felt bad?” Rich shakes his head. “Exactly. Never did and I won’t. I knew about it when we got together, love. I won’t change suddenly.” Taron leans his head against the headboard and holds him close.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Taron says and squeezes his hand.

Richard sits up a bit and gives him a quick, soft kiss. He cuddles into him again and closes his eyes, enjoying Taron’s safe embrace. “I have to be away for week, love. Work on set.”

Taron massages the back of his head and nods slowly. “Okay.”

This week, Richard finds himself changing between his scenes and pacing his trailer. He’s at the point now where it’s become sickening to eat something and not wanting to risk a stomachache. He can’t sit still at all, and exercises more than normal in a day. During his normal calls with T, he paces around his trailer and tries to fight the urge to just pack all his things and drive home.

In the beginning of the week, a costar made some cookies and brought him some. He tried one to be polite and told her they were delicious, which led them to talking a bit while she gave him more. Afterwards, Richard suffered a stomachache because the cookies were the first things he’s eaten in a while. Once he threw up from that, he vowed to not eat for the time being.

Taron is pacing in the living room and waits for Richard to come home. Being away for a week in that phase he knew that Rich struggled immensely. Taron falls down into the armchair and sighs a bit. How was he supposed to help him out this time? He hears the keys in the front door turning and gets up slowly to walk into the entry hall.

Richard comes in and slides off his shoes, bracing himself on the wall. He doesn’t feel good and he wouldn’t be able hide it from Taron at all. “Taron?” He asks in a shaking voice when he feels the dizziness hit him. Shit.

Taron steps towards him, worried. “I’m here, Rich.” He sees the pale face of his boyfriend and his shaking body and knows he’s right. “Are you okay?” He asks and lies his hand on Richard’s back.

Richard turns towards him and shakes his head slowly. “I don’t feel good at all.” He admits weakly and rubs his face.

“You haven’t eaten anything in a week now, am I right?” Taron asks lowly. Richard nods and looks down at the floor. T grabs his hand. “Let’s get you in the living room and we’ll see what we can do, huh?”

Richard follows him slowly and feels the dizziness hitting him more. “T—I” He closes his eyes and growls lowly. “I need to sit down, I’m fucking dizzy.”

Taron watches him and sees how extremely pale he gets. “Just a few more steps and you can sit down on the sofa.” He encourages him but Rich shakes his head and his hand reaches out for the wall behind him.

He sinks down on the floor and tucks his legs up, wrapping his arms around his stomach and burying his head in his knees. He hears Taron leave the room quickly and moans at the stinging pain in his stomach.

Taron comes back with a glass of water and a washcloth. He sits down behind Richard and pulls him back a bit. “Look up at the ceiling, it’ll help you with the dizziness.” Rich rests his head on Taron’s shoulder and looks up, trying to make the black dots in his vision disappear. T pulls his hands away from his stomach and puts the cold washcloth on his wrists. “Want some water?” He holds up the glass and Richard takes a few swallows of it, leaning forward to not spill it on himself.

Richard leans back again and groans loudly when Taron starts rubbing his hurting belly. T tells him to take deep breaths and tries to do as he says. When he can't find a fitting rhythm, Taron starts breathing deeply behind him and tells him to follow his breathing. He feels himself getting hot as his body starts fighting against the few swallows of water he took. He doubles over in pain and contorts his face. "You need to get to bed, love," Taron says and rubs his back smoothly. "I'm gonna help you up, alright?"

Richard agrees and gets up, groaning with Taron’s help. T braces him and walks up the stairs with him slowly. But the dizziness comes back and Rich sinks down on the stairs at the half. "T, I can't-." he buries his face in his hands moaning and closes his eyes.

Taron stands a few steps beneath him and carefully strokes over his hair. "I'm gonna carry you," he offers and leans down a bit. Rich wraps his arms around his neck and Taron lifts him up. He lets him down on their bed and opens Richard’s belt to remove the jeans. After helping him into some sweatpants and changing his sweater to a wide comfortable shirt, he gets a glass of water from the bathroom.

Richard lies curled up on the bed and moans into the pillow, trying to get a clear vision again. He feels Taron sitting down next to him and carefully fondle over his head. "I'm so dizzy," he whines and buries his face in the pillow.

Taron strokes through his slightly sweaty curls. "Close your eyes and breathe deep," he tells him and wipes over the back of his neck with the cold washcloth. His temples and wrists, his face and back to his neck. "You want some water?"

Richard sits up slowly and takes the glass of water. He barely gets down the liquid and retches after the first gulp.

"Easy, love. Drink slowly, your body needs it." T guides him through the next two gulps that are accompanied by coughing. "Well done," he encourages him softly and rubs his back while putting the glass back on the bedside table. "I think you could use some proper sleep."

"Mm, couldn't sleep very well without you." Rich sighs and lies down again. Taron lies down next to him. "Oh I know, darling." he carefully wraps his arm around him and

Richard buries his face in his shoulder. "Try to sleep a bit."

"Mm. You smell good." Rich mumbles taking in Taron’s sweet scent. It's the first thing he smells in days that doesn't make his stomach turn upside down. He wraps his arm around him and cuddles into him.

"Dork," T says, smirking, and holds him tight. He knows if Rich would have been alone while his body broke down like before, he would still be sitting on the floor in the living room. His boyfriend wasn't able to do anything on his own during such a moment. He watches him drifting off and tries to comfort him with his embrace.

When he wakes up again he feels a bit better, not that tired anymore. He looks up at Taron, who sleeps peacefully and smiles softly. His golden boy could really fall asleep every time they laid down together. He presses a light kiss on his forehead and strokes over his cheek.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea." Rich admits, sighing and looks ashamed.

"Just a little bit, love. Your body needs to get its strength back from somewhere, you know." Taron sits down next to him with a plate with some salt crackers. He strokes over his cheek and smiles softly. "We'll have to get you back to eating a bit of light stuff at first."

Rich gives in and eats some of them while drinking a glass of water in between the bites. It isn't much that he eats, but he stops soon knowing it would get too much.

Taron fondles over his hair lovingly and puts the plate aside. "I'm gonna be in the bathroom for a quick second," he says and gets up. Richard lies down and pulls the blanket up to his chin turning on his side. He watches Taron taking out his contact lenses and washing his face quickly. T grabs his glasses and puts them on, turning the light in the bathroom out. "Aww look at you, wrapped up in the blankets." The Welsh giggles softly and walks to his side of the bed. He slips under the covers, puts his glasses aside and wraps his arm around Richard from behind. "You're feeling better?" he asks quietly and turns off the light. He places soft kisses on Richard’s neck and the back of his shoulders.

"A bit, yeah," Rich mumbles into his pillow and feels himself already drifting back to sleep. His body really was exhausted and begging for sleep since he came home.

That night, Richard wakes up feeling really sick, sharp pain shooting through his stomach. He sits up and moans a bit. Wrapping his arms around his stomach, he bites his lip and tries to remain silent. Waking up Taron is the last thing he wanted to do now at this hour.

But Taron, who is a light sleeper, already awoke when he sat up. "You're alright?"

"Been better," he admits tiredly.

Taron rolls over and turns on the bedside lamp. He reaches out for his glasses and puts them on after rubbing his eyes. Sitting up, he comes closer to his boyfriend. "What's wrong? Feeling sick?"

"Mm, extremely," he answers and looks at him smiling weakly.

"The first time eating something is always hard, huh?" T mumbles and Rich nods. They had been here way too often before so it wasn't a surprise for both of them. Richard moans suddenly and bends forward, retching. "Bathroom?" His boyfriend nods and T accompanies him, seeing how pale he got the last few seconds.

As soon as they're in, Richard breaks down and groans in pain while leaning over the toilet. He can feel Taron crouching down behind him and takes a deep breath trying to fight the nausea. He doesn't want to throw up because that would be a step back again. But keeping it in seemed impossible. Taron rubs his face tiredly and gets up again to fill Richard’s glass with fresh water. Stroking over his boyfriend’s shoulder, he leans down to him. "You want some wa-." But Richard gets even paler than before and bends forward, coughing in pain.

"No, no, no," he whines frustrated and tries to hold it back. Come on, don't do that to yourself again.

"Shh, calm down," T says softly and massages the back of his neck. He can easily tell how much Rich fights against his own body and the urge to throw up. But then he gives up and starts letting it all out. Taron rubs his back soothingly and tries to give him the assurance that he's there at least.

When he's done, he rests his head on his arm at the toilet seat weakly and tries to breathe normally again. He looks up with tears in his eyes and meets Taron’s warm green eyes. "I'm sorry, I - I didn't want to-." his voice is shaking heavily.

Taron hands him the glass of water and let him take a swallow. "I know, love." he assures him and flushes the toilet. He sees a tear escaping Richard's deep blue eyes and wipes it away gently. "Oh come here." he whispers when he sees how much Rich fights with himself to not break down emotionally. Richard leans forward and cuddles himself into Taron’s arms. He hated it. Every single time it hit him and he gave in, too weak to handle it without Taron’s support. He felt like a pathetic mess and in moments like this he wonders what makes T stay with him. He remembers being alone with that before he got together with Taron. Nights like this he spent on the bathroom floor too weak to get up on his own again. Back in bed, safe in Taron’s arms, he watches him adoringly.

"What are you thinking about?" Taron asks smiling softly at him.

"I just remembered our first kiss was during one of those phases," he admits and blushes a bit.

"Mm, never had a problem with you struggling. It's human, love," T says and presses a kiss on his forehead. Richard sinks down on the bathroom floor as the dizziness gets too much. He buries his face in his hands. "Fuck." He had to lie down and give his body time to relax. But as soon as he tries to get up, he feels like throwing up because of the intensity of the dizziness.

He needed help, it wasn't the first time he realized it. Usually no one was around him that he could ask for help from. But this time he was in a hotel room and his best mate Taron was in the room next to him. T was the only person he told about his eating disorder, next to his family. And so he grabs his phone and dials his number.

”Richard? You're alright? It's 2am," Taron says but he doesn't sound sleepy at all.

"T, I'm sorry to disturb you this late at night. But I-." he rubs his face groaning and shakes his head. Why did he pull Taron into this now?

"You need help with something?" T asks and gets up. Was Richard fighting with his eating disorder? Rich just hums a yes. "Give me a second." Taron ends the call and walks over to the door that connects their rooms. He opens it and steps into Richard’s hotel room. Frowning, he looks around until he sees the light in the bathroom.

Taron steps inside and sees Richard on the floor, pale and leaning against the wall. "Hey, mate. What's going on?" he asks worried and crouches down in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I got extremely dizzy and can't get up anymore," Rich explains and chuckles weakly.

"Part of your struggles, Rich?" he asks softly and grabs his hand hesitantly. He doesn't know what comforts him, but him holding his hand doesn't seem to disturb Rich.

"Yeah. I wanted to go to bed, but yeah-you see it didn't work," Richard tries to focus on Taron’s blueish-green eyes, that somehow make him feel safe. His glasses that he wore whenever they had no where to go made his eyes shine brighter than usual.

"Okay. You wanna stay here a bit and see if it gets better so I can help you into bed?" he asks and Rich nods slowly. "Okay." Taron sits down next to him and leans against the wall as well. He grabs his hand again and squeezes it gently. "Close your eyes."

Richard looks at him confused for a moment but does as he says.

"Now take deep, steady breaths. Try to relax and focus on your breathing." Taron looks at him and sees how Richard follows his orders. "Good." They remain silent for a while. "Think of something peaceful that makes you feel safe." Richard feels himself getting calm listening to Taron’s voice and the breathing helps fight against the dizziness. Not seeing anything made the other senses work better. The softness in Taron’s voice, their hands interlocked, their legs slightly touching. It feels good, better than usual. He tilts sideways and rests his head on Taron’s shoulder.

"Usually this helps me with calming down before premieres or press stuff," he says chuckling and leans his head against Richard’s. After a while he looks down at him. "Feeling better?"

"If saying yes means I have to stay alone tonight-then no," Richard says and waits anxiously for Taron’s answer.

T giggles softly and squeezes his hand. "I can stay."

The Scott opens his eyes and looks up at Taron, who thinks it's the most beautiful blue he's ever seen. "Would you?"

"Yeah." he shrugs his shoulders and looks at him smiling. "I don't have to be here when you're bad and leave as soon as you're okay. Would be a weird thing to do."

"Mm, it would," Rich admits chuckling.

"Okay then, let's get you to bed." Taron gets up and helps Richard up. His Scottish mate stumbles slightly and he braces him watching him observantly. "You're able to do it now?"

Richard nods quickly, not wanting to look like he's causing a scene. They walk over to the bed and Taron lets him sit down. He opens his belt and helps him out of his jeans, just like when they were drunk after a long night out. But this time they are sober. T hops onto the bed and grabs the blanket, covering them both with it.

Taron rests his face on his hand and watches him observantly. They are a few inches away from each other, staring into each other's eyes and tangling their feet as they always did. "How often does this happen? These phases of feeling bad and eating nothing?" he asks low-voiced.

"It depends. Sometimes it happens because of an upcoming scene, an event or so. But often it just happens." Rich sighs a bit and shrugs his shoulders.

"Why is it now?" Taron asks calmly and Richard just shrugs. "Is it because of the scene we're gonna shoot in a week?" Take me to the pilot was the next scene they would have to shoot. Was Richard unsure about it?

Richard watches him stunned. He didn't expect him to put it into words that directly. Did Taron really see through him that easily? "Mm." he just hums and bites his lower lip.

"Richie, there's no need to hurt yourself that way. It's just me. I won't judge you for anything," he says and watches him seriously.

"I know. It's just-When I start I can't stop it until my body breaks down," he explains weakly. "And not even that always brings me back to normal."

"So you need help from someone, who reminds you to eat something," Taron asks. "I could do that."

"How would you check on if I really ate something or just pretended too?" Rich asks and smiles at him weakly. "That's difficult when you're not there in person."

"Well, you promised me you’d always be honest with me," he says and sees how Rich contorts his face a bit. "I see, doesn't count for that." he rolls on his back and stares up at the ceiling.

"I want to be honest. And I always tell you if I'm feeling bad, just like today," he explains and Taron turns his head sideways to face him. "But in those moments my mind isn't working clearly. And telling you I ate something when I didn't is my need to protect you from it."

"You don't need to protect me from yourself, Rich. I wanna be here for you." Taron rolls back onto his side and carefully grabs his hand. "I'm your best friend and I wanna understand what's going on in your head so I can support you. And if finally moving in together, like we said before when we were drunk, helps, then let's do it." Taron fondles over his cheek and gets lost in Richard’s deep blue eyes. God, he loved his best mate more than he should. "I know you always feel like you have to protect me. But let me protect you for once."

Richard pushes the glasses back up, that moved down a bit when T turned to his side. "I don't think you realize what it’s like to be around me 24 hours a day. It's exhausting and I mess everything up and lets not start about the way I look."

The helplessness in Richard’s voice hits Taron hard. "I can't even cook without burning something, my laundry looks like a new clothes collection for dolls and I am clumsy as hell. And you think you're the only one that would mess things up?" They both chuckle a bit. "Richard, you are perfect. You just need someone to show you."

The Scott bites his lip and feels tears burning in his eyes. "Why should someone see that in me and show me if it's not there?"

"Let me tell you a few things about yourself. You have the most amazing and calming blue eyes I have ever seen, not gonna lie." T starts fondling over his head. "Beautiful dark curls with your adorable grey streak in it. Those full lips so many people would love to kiss." he strokes his thumb over his lips and their softness is unreal. "You have the most amazing personality, being strong and open in public, but as soon as it's only us you get adorably shy, caring and calm." He gets closer a bit and looks deeply into his eyes, wanting Richard to see how serious he is. "If you need help or someone to take care of you, just tell me. You're not a burden to me and I love you."

"I love you too." he says with tears in his eyes. If T only knew how much he loved him.

"No, I mean like. I really love you." Taron admits quietly and blushes a bit. Maybe he had gone too far. But Richard looks at him with trembling lips and a tear rolls down his cheeks. "Can I show you how much?" he asks timidly and Rich nods. Taron moves closer and looks deep into his eyes before closing his own and kissing him softly. It isn't something new after working on several Rocketman scenes already. But it feels differently without cameras.

Taron pulls back and looks at him with a shy smile. Rich swallows hard. "I love you too," he just says and leans his forehead against Taron’s, trying to get the control over his feelings back.

"Taron, I'm broken. I don't wanna destroy you with that."

"Everyone is broken, some just more than others. And that's okay." Taron carefully pulls him closer and Richard cuddles into him. "Let me be here for YOU. Please, Richie."

Richard looks up to him and a tear escapes his eyes. "You're perfect." he whispers, smiling.

"No, you are," T whispers back and gives him a gentle soft kiss on his full lips.

The next morning, Taron wakes up early and slides out of bed quietly not wanting to wake Richard up. Downstairs, he sits down on an armchair in their living room and studies his script.

Half an hour later, he hears Richard walking down the stairs and looks up. He frowns shortly when he sees Richard wearing a thick sweater with he hood on his head. But then he realizes what's going on. When his body got too exhausted he started to feel cold. "Morning, love."

"Morning, bub," he says and smiles a bit. "Can I close the window, it's really cold?"

"Sure," T watches him do it and lies his script aside. "How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted and cold," Richard admits and walks back to him. T pats on his lap and Rich sits down, curling up and cuddling into him.

Taron grabs a big blanket and wraps him up in it. His hands rub over his back and arms to warm him up. "Yeah, your body is a bit weak now." he presses a soft kiss in his curls. "But we're gonna get you back to normal." they remain silent for a while until Taron feels Richard to start shaking in his arms. "You're alright?"

"I'm such an idiot," he says and sniffs.

"Huh? Love, you're not an idiot," Taron says and looks down at him worried. What was going on now?

Rich sits up straight in his arms and runs his fingers through his hair. "Yes I am. I mean I recognize the changes whenever I'm slipping back into it but I never do something about it until I break down in your arms again." He looks at Taron, frustrated, and tears make their way down his cheeks. "I can't do this anymore. I hurt you over and over again with it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I'm too stupid to take care of you."

"Can't do what anymore?" he asks low-voiced and fear creeping up in him.

Richard buries his face in his hands and breathes shakily. "I can't let myself hurt you again. I-." he softly fondles over his cheek and shakes his head slightly. "You deserve so much better."

"Are you trying to break up with me?" Taron asks with a shaking voice and his eyes fill with tears rapidly. He wouldn't do that right?

"No-. Yes." Rich groans and gets up.

"No or yes, Richard?" he gets up as well and feels his heart racing in his chest. Did he do something wrong?

"I don't know," Richard chokes out and looks away from him.

Taron feels the tears running down his face quickly and sits down heavily. "Are you serious right now?" Richard breaks down on the sofa sobbing violently. The sound breaks Taron’s heart and he can't fight the urge to sit down next to him. "Baby, what's going on in your head?" he asks and strokes over his soft curls.

Richard just leans against him and sobs into his chest. "I'm sorry, T. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm just so sick of this shit."

"I know, Rich." Taron wraps him into a tight embrace and rubs his back. "I'm scared of it." He holds onto Taron tightly. "Please don't leave me."

Taron tries to stop himself from crying and presses a kiss in his hair. "I won't," he presses out weakly. "I promise, I won't." But suddenly he can't hide it anymore and he starts sobbing. Taron quickly presses one hand in front of his mouth to hold it back.

Richard sits up and looks at him with big blue eyes full of guilt. "I'm sorry, bub," he presses out and softly removes Taron’s hand from his mouth. The sobs of his boyfriend hurt him immensely.

"Di-did you really th-think about breaking up wi-with me?" he asks through his sobs and wraps his arms around himself feeling cold and lonely. "Did I do something wrong or-?" his feelings overwhelm him and he looks down on his knees.

Richard cups his face and stares into the sad eyes of T. "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm messed up at the moment and can't think straight. It's my fault, love," he explains through tears and pulls Taron on his lap. He wraps his arms around his upset lover and holds him tight. He strokes over his fluffy hair and places kisses in it. "I am so sorry, Taron."

"Don't you dare scare me like that ever again." he whispers and smiles at him sadly. Richard shakes his head and T kisses away his tears. Richard's full lips travel over his cheeks, kissing his tears away.

After a while, Taron gets up to get some tissues for their running noses. When he comes back and sees Richard standing there with his red puffy eyes and tear streaks all over his cheeks, he bites his lip and shakes his head slightly. Sometimes he just couldn't believe that this man, beautiful even when he felt messed up like now, had this immense struggles with his looks. He wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him closer, standing on his toes.

Richard looks into the blueish green eyes of his boyfriend right in front of him and places his hands on his waist. He really didn't deserve having such a sweetheart by his side and loving him, but somehow Taron was still here. They sink into a short but needed kiss and then pull each other in a tight hug.

"You want something to eat?" Richard just whines a bit. "I know it's not easy," Taron pulls back, playing with the hair on the back of Richard's neck. "But you need to start with tiny steps."

"I know," he sighs.

And so they sit down at the table together and Richard eats some of the light salt crackers T gave him yesterday.

A bit later, he gets a terrible stomachache because of it and hides in Taron’s arms. Taron comforts him with gentle touches and talking to him and after a while he falls asleep, knowing this is the only way to ignore the urge to throw up and get it out.

Waking up later, he feels better and sees that he's still nestled in Taron’s tight embrace. T is stroking through his hair softly and has one hand on his stomach rubbing it softly. Now he knows why he slept so well and safe. "Oh baby, you could have done something else in the mean time."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not going anywhere," T says and leans back a bit more into the pillow behind him. He looks down at Richard, who sits up and rubs his face tiredly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling alright for the moment," Richard says and sits between Taron’s legs leaning against him. "Just cold."

T grabs their blanket and wraps it around them. "That's better already, love. You want some more for dinner today?" Richard nods and gets a soft kiss of T for it. "Tiny steps until you're better. If I'm too fast just tell me."

Richard leans back a bit and looks up to him. "You're doing great, love. Trust me." he watches him adoringly and grabs his hands in front of his chest. Taron’s hands feel warm compared to his own and he can tell T feels it too as he starts stroking his thumbs over his knuckles. "I wouldn't want anyone else by my side." Taron looks down at him smiling softly. "You saved my life, T. Remember when I ended up in hospital?"

Taron's phone rings somewhere in the depths of his bag. Recognizing Richard's special tone confuses him. Rich knew he would be on a plane in 30 minutes. He excuses himself from his assistant and searches for it. When he finally finds it he takes the call quickly. "Love, I'm on a flight soon. What's going on?"

"Taron, it's Dex."

Taron’s eyes widen in shock. "Dex, what happened? Is he alright?" His heart starts beating fast. He hasn't seen Rich in almost two weeks, being too caught up in their work.

"Rich broke down a few minutes ago. He said he feels dizzy and then he already sat on the floor." Dexter takes a deep breath. "He refuses to tell me what's wrong and wants to talk to you. What's going on, T?"

"I'm sorry Dex, Rich asked me to keep it to myself. Can I talk to him, please?" He bites his lip and gets an irritated look from his assistant, who's tapping her finger on her watch.

"Alright. Fifteen minutes until the press conference. Rich? It's Taron."

"Hey, love. Are you alright?" T asks softly and walks a few steps aside. He needs to get away from his assistant, who would know to whom he's talking to.

"T, I feel fucking sick. I can't do this press conference now, I can't," Rich says weakly and rubs his face tiredly. I'm sorry I-." he stops himself from talking when one of the staff hands him a bottle of water. "Thank you," he says smiling. "T, I can't even drink something without throwing up!" he mumbles into the phone quietly.

"Listen, you don't have to do it if you're not able to. Dex will understand." Taron looks down at his watch nervously. He decides to walk further away, knowing he needs to be with Rich now and missing the flight was his only option. "Did you eat anything these last two weeks?"

"I did. But it got less with every meal. And I pushed it too far again," he sighs and braces his head on his free hand weakly.

"Okay, we're gonna fix it together, alright?" Taron hears the last call for his flight and starts walking further away.

"How long will you be away?" Richard asks and bites his lower lip. Please not so long.

"A month," Taron says and shakes his head. He couldn't do that now.

"Oh." it sounds broken and full of fear. "Well I suppose this was the last call for your flight, bub."

"It was indeed. I don't really care about that. I'm driving back home with a cab, get the car and pick you up. Cuddles and some light food for you this evening. Do we have a deal?" he asks smiling and looks out of the window.

"Deal," Richard says smiling softly. God, his boyfriend was the absolute best.

"See ya. I love you, Richie."

"I love you too, bub." Richard ends the call and pours some of the water in his open hand. He puts some onto his neck, his wrists and his temples hoping to ease the dizziness. Dexter comes inside their room again and looks at him worried. Rich just chuckles and pushes himself up carefully, stumbling to a seat. He sinks down onto it and takes a deep breath. "How long will the conference be?"

"Richard, no."

"How long Dex?" Rich asks firmly and looks up at him.

"Half an hour. But Richard you can't do this today. Look at you, mate! You're bloody pale, fighting against passing out with every step you take." Dexter sits down opposite from him. "T will kill me."

"Listen Dex, this is something I have all the time and I can't stop doing my work when it hits too hard." Richard plays with his hands and looks up to Dex again. He knows he will keep that to himself. "I'm suffering from a eating disorder, Taron knows."

"Oh shit, Rich since when?"

"A few years. Taron and I got closer one night when he helped me through a rough evening. I'm holding it back most of the time but it overwhelms me from time to time." Rich stares at the bottle of water in front of him. He knows he needs to drink something but he doesn't want to throw up again.

"Is there a way I can help you with it? Something you need, mate?"

"Can you give me five minutes? Then I'm ready for the press." Rich asks and Dexter nods. As soon as he's outside Richard opens his belt and button giving himself more space to breathe. He takes his bottle of water and takes a tiny gulp. He starts coughing and a hard pain shoots through his stomach. "Ugh - Fuck." he bends forward in pain and tries to breathe. Something was clearly wrong, he never felt such a pain before.

After a while which he spends bent forward moaning into his knees he hears Dex knocking on his door. "Richard, mate, you're ready?"

Rich moans and sits up straight. Oh my god. "Yeah, just a second." he says and tries not to sound like he's in pain. He gets up and growls. "Bloody hell." He takes a deep breath and forces a smile on his face.

"You look like shit."

"Well thank you Dex. I feel like it," Rich says and chuckles weakly. "Let's get this shit done."

When Taron arrives, he first goes to Richard’s room and is confused when he can't find his boyfriend. He sees a bottle of water on the table and a package of painkillers on a table. "Oh no you didn't -!" T groans and packs it away into Richard’s bag. He steps outside and walks over to the next door in front of him. When he gets no response to his knocks he decides to carefully open it. As soon as he does he gets blinded by the lights of the cameras and people start shouting his name. He smiles and walks over to the seats, stopping behind Richard. Leaning down, he wraps his arms around him and presses a kiss on his temple. "Hey love. Never giving up huh?"

"No. Even though it was a mistake," Rich admits laughing.

"Did you take the painkillers?" he asks and chuckles. Rich and him could hide the seriousness of their talk easily, replacing their worries with happiness.

"No, but I should have," he admits smiling brightly and kissing him softly onto his lips.

Taron nods happily as if he said something sweet and sits down next to him. Ten minutes left.

Dexter gives him a thankful look knowing Taron’s presence may take the focus off Richard a bit. Now that they could ask both of them questions, Rich could take little breaks between talking.

While answering the question, he sees that Richard has his hand pressed on his stomach underneath his shirt while his other hand is curled up into a fist and grabbing his shirt tightly. Richard was in massive pain and trying to hide it desperately. Covered by the table, he moves his hand over to his boyfriend and rubs his thigh comforting him. He grabs his hand that's curled up to a fist and interlocks their fingers. He squeezes his hand. I'm here.

When the interviewers are done Dex wants to get up but Rich pulls him back. "I can't, Dex let them get out first." his friend nods understandingly and stays seated.

Taron wraps his arm around him and leans towards his ear. "How are you feeling?"

"Like absolute shit. Never had such a stomachache before." He bites his lip and tries to hold back a moan. T pulls him into a hug and covers his mouth with his body, knowing Rich was suffering. Rich moans into his shoulder and contorts his face in pain. "Thanks," he whispers and T just fondles over the back of his hair. Finally the last interviewer leaves the room and Richard rests his forehead on the table wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Taron stands up and gets a bottle of water. "Love, you should drink a bit. Just a little bit, I promise." he rubs his back and Richard pushes himself up growling. T hands him the bottle, already opened, and strokes over his curls gently. Rich takes a sip and immediately starts coughing. He retches and spits it down on the floor coughing. Dex can barely catch the bottle that slips from his hand as he tries to breathe. Taron pats his back firmly and waits anxiously until Richard stops coughing.

"T? I can't see anything clearly," Rich says and bends forward, moaning. "Fuck," is all he gets out before he feels himself sinking against Taron on his side.

"Careful, Rich. You're gonna fall from the chair," Taron says frowning and looks down at him worried.

"I think he's gonna pass out," Dex says and watches Richard, worried.

"Hey, Rich, can you look up at the ceiling for me?" But Richard just groans in pain and rolls his eyes. His body sinks against Taron fully as he goes unconscious and he slides down from the chair while T tries to secure him and lets him down carefully on the floor. "Fuck," Dex gets his phone and calls an ambulance while T tries to wake him up again.

A few days later, Taron knocks at the door and comes in when he gets no answer. Richard is curled up in the hospital bed and sleeps. He has the blanket wrapped tight around him and T smirks softly, knowing his boyfriend is cold as soon as he had to sleep on his own. He pulls a chair to the side of his bed and sits down after taking off his jacket. He presses a light kiss on his forehead and strokes back a single curl that's hanging in his face.

Richard was in hospital for almost a week now. They had to get the needed substances for his body into him through an IV, making him eat and drink without having him throwing up a few minutes later. All of that process made Richard extremely tired and he needed the sleep.

Taron watches him, caught up in his thoughts. His assistant made the appointments for the interviews and meetings with his new director all over the video call. Taron told her he had to stay here in London because of a family emergency and all of them agreed. It luckily worked out and now he had the opportunity to visit him every day.

Richard wakes up, moaning softly, and opens his eyes slowly. A small smile appears on his lips and his blue eyes look at him, tired. "Hey," he whispers.

T fondles over his soft hair and smiles. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I'm cold and tired," Rich admits and pulls the blanket closer to his shivering body.

T smirks softly and nods. "I have some of my hoodies with me. You can have them if you want to," he grabs Richard’s hand and squeezes it gently.

"Would be lovely," he says and smiles adoringly at his slightly younger boyfriend. Taron grabs his bag and takes a light grey sweater out. He helps Richard to sit up who rubs his face tiredly and helps him to put on the sweater.

"Of course you're cold, you're only wearing a shirt."

"Fuck, really?" Richard asks confused and looks down at himself.

"Yes." Taron chuckles and watches him adoringly.

Richard leans forward and braces his head on his hand. He stares at his blanket and shakes his head a bit. "What am I supposed to do?"

Taron looks at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"We'll I'm clearly doing my body no good. I always feel like I have it under control but then it hits me again." Richard sighs a bit and looks over to him. Searching for peace in Taron’s beautiful eyes. "We've been together for two years now and I'm doing so much better than before since you're around me most of the time. I only slip back into it when I'm alone and no one recognizes me eating less."

"I know, being alone brings it back." Taron gets up and walks over to the window looking outside and watches the clouds passing by. "It would be so easier if I wasn't an actor as well. I could accompany you and keep an eye on you."

"T-."

Taron turns back to him and leans against the window. "I was thinking about it for a while now. But seeing you during the last press conference opened my eyes once more again."

"No, Taron. You won't stop doing your job that you love. No way!" Richard shakes his head furiously. "I'm gonna figure it out." he pats the mattress next to him.

"We."

"What?”

"We're gonna figure it out," T says and walks over to Richard who's smiling softly at him with little tired blue eyes.

Rich looks up to him as he stands by his bedside and smirks. "Did I already tell you how gorgeous you look today?" Taron is wearing black jeans, a dark green shirt and a black jacket. His round glasses complete the look perfectly.

"No you didn't. Thank you, angel eyes," Taron says and blushes.

"You're so adorable sometimes. Blushing over a compliment." Rich squeaks and grabs him by the waist to pull him down on his lap. Taron giggles happily and leans against him while Richard connects their hands in front of Taron’s belly. He places a sweet kiss on the back of Taron’s neck. "Oh fuck, I miss being home with you."

T smiles brightly and feels Richard kissing his neck lovingly. Suddenly, he starts biting him softly behind his ear. "Richard, behave," Taron giggles and smacks his hands playfully. But Rich just hums and sinks his teeth into his neck. Taron’s soft gasp encourages him to bite harder, making him moan softly. "Baby, come on." he growls and tries to hold himself back from attacking Richard with passionate kisses. Richard chuckles deeply next to his ear and rests his head on his shoulder.

"How long will I have to stay here? I want my own bloody bed back," Rich growls, annoyed and buries his nose in Taron’s neck taking in his sweet scent.

"I don't know, I'll ask Mary when she comes in at 5pm," Taron mumbles and leans back in his arms.

"You call her Mary now?" Rich asks teasingly with a fake jealousy in his voice.

"Chill out Madden. You know who I prefer having beside me for the rest of my life," Taron chuckles and rolls his eyes playfully.

"You're sure about that? Choosing me when you could have someone normal?"

"You know I wouldn't get along with ‘normal.’”

"But-."

"Don't be ridiculous, Richard. I love you very much and yes, you struggle sometimes. Yes, it scares me sometimes and yes, sometimes I may be a bit distant after such a phase. But I love you so much and you are my boyfriend," Taron turns around in his lap and faces him now.

Richard looks at the blanket and bites his lip. Taron grabs his hands and squeezes them softly. "Look at me."

The Scott looks up with tears in his eyes and presses his lips together. "I don't deserve you."

"Oh shut it, Madden," Taron growls and shakes his head furiously. He wraps his arms around him and leans his forehead against Richard’s. "I love you, Richie," he says and gives him a soft kiss.

"I love you too, bub," Rich says and sighs relieved. "I need something to drink."

T looks around and spots the bottle at the bedside table. He leans towards it and opens it. "Here. Slow and easy." he hands him the bottle and watches Rich who takes a few sips without contorting his face or retching.

"I already feel like sleeping again," Richard admits and yawns.

"Well, that's alright. Your body needs more sleep." Taron says and puts the bottle back at the table. He crawls behind Richard and sits up on his knees. Taron starts massaging his shoulders and his boyfriend moans in relief. The constant lying around started hurting Richard’s body as well. "Come on, lie down."

Richard lies down and T turns him onto his stomach. Rich rests his head on his arms and moans softly when T starts massaging his shoulders, back and neck. He closes his eyes and relaxes under his touch, it doesn't take long until he is asleep.

Taron gets down from the bed and searches for his script in his bag. Now he could use the time and study it for a bit. Rich whines in his sleep and forces himself to open his eyes again. "Don't leave me already," he pouts and looks at him with big blue eyes. "Please?"

"I'm just taking my script out. I won't leave you so soon already, Richie," he chuckles and fondles over his cheek lovingly.

Richard grabs his hand and presses a tiny kiss on his knuckles. "Can you hold me for a bit?"

T smirks softly and sits down next to him on the mattress. His boyfriend cuddles into him and rests his head on his chest. After a few minutes of T playing with his curls, Richard falls asleep again. Taron listens to his steady breathing and relaxes against the pillow. Rich would be okay again, they would do it together.

After a while a nurse comes inside and smiles softly when she sees Taron studying his script while his boyfriend sleeps deep in his arms. "Good afternoon, Taron. Can I talk to you outside for a moment?"

T looks down at Rich and puts his script away. "Of course." he gets up carefully trying not to wake him up and slides from bed. Richard pulls the blanket closer around himself and opens his eyes tiredly. "Shh, keep sleeping. I'll be back in a minute," Taron says fondling over his head.

Outside of the room Mary watches Taron observantly. "Listen, we checked him several times and there is no proper explanation for that immense pain that made him pass out. We only knew that his stomach was massively provoked by everything we tried to make him eat or drink in the beginning." She strokes back a curl that loosened out of her ponytail. "I know you're his boyfriend and of course you want to protect things he trusts you with. But what I have to know is if he struggles from an eating disorder because if he's pushing it that far, he needs help."

"I know that he needs help, believe me. We're working on a way out at the moment." After a long talk about different things they could do against it Taron goes back into Richard’s room. He sits down next to him and plays with his grey streak, caught up in his thoughts.

Richard wakes up and comes closer to him, searching for his warmth. "Is everything alright?"

"Mary gave me some contacts for therapists, she is suspicious that you suffer from an eating disorder." Taron looks down at Richard who nods slowly. "We're gonna look at them closely tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"You're coming home with me tomorrow," Taron says smiling and places a kiss on his forehead.

Richard wraps his arms around him and cuddles deeply into him. "Can you stay here tonight? I don't think she'll kick you out if you're asleep with me."

T chuckles softly and lies down next to him. "Alright." he kicks off his shoes and slides under the blanket. Soon they are deeply asleep, cuddled into each other's arms.

Taron presses his lips together and nods. "I remember." his voice is shaking and his lips are trembling a bit. It was the first time he couldn't handle his boyfriend’s eating disorder on his own. A tear escapes his eyes and drops down onto Richard’s cheek.

Rich reaches out for him and cups his face. "Oh, love." his voice has a softness in it, T hasn't heard in a while. "I'm here," he whispers and pushes himself up a bit while he pulls T down.

They share a short kiss, while Richard’s lips are upside down on Taron’s. "I guess it's time for another appointment at the therapist huh?"

Taron looks down at him and nods slowly. After today's outburst he thinks it's needed. "That's a good idea."

Two weeks later, Taron gets home from work and takes off his jacket tiredly. "I'm home, love."

Richard steps out of the living room with a big smile on his face. He walks towards Taron and wraps his arms around his waist lifting him up.

T wraps his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. "You're having a good day?"

Taron asks giggling happily and kisses him while getting carried into the kitchen. Richard sits him down at the kitchen table and nods. He grabs his neck and kisses him softly and lovingly. "I love you so much it's unreal."

"Aw, stop it." Taron blushes and kisses him smiling.

"I owe you my life. You made it worth living, bub," Richard says and smiles happily at him. "Every time I tried to push you away because I was scared, you stayed with me even more. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'll fight for you." Rich fondles over his cheek and looks at him with bright deep blue eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too, angel eyes," T whispers choked up and blinks away the tears in his eyes.

"Always so emotional," Rich says adoringly and presses a kiss on his lips.

"You make me," T mumbles into the kiss and cups his face.

"Thanks for never giving up on me," Richard whispers and smiles at him timidly. "I know I've been an asshole sometimes."

"I would never give up on you," Taron whispers back. "Stop being so hard on yourself."

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cloudyyoonji · 5 years

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I Promise You.

Lee Felix x Reader

BASED ON ANON REQUEST

Summary: oh how wrongly you assumed the worst.

Genre; it’s a little angsty, but packed with fluffy goodness!!

A/N: hello!! Just to let you guys know my requests are open! Feel free to send one in!

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You’d seen it as clear as day.

Walking back from your break, you hadn’t expected to see him at all, especially not with a girl.

Not with her.

Not with your best friend.

Despite what your eyes saw, and your beating heart deemed true, you pulled out your phone, texting her.

This can’t be right, Felix wouldn’t.

“I’m actually at home today Y/N! I’m really sick. Perhaps we can arrange to do something next week.”

And there it was; the lie. The lie that deemed her actions with Felix to be true.

As your Shift Supervisor waves you inside, you’re forced to rip your eyes away from the two, pushing aside all your thoughts as you tie up the apron around your waist.

However, your emotionless expressions don’t seem to do wonders for the time, the hours dragging past. 5 minutes feels like an hour, an hour like an eternity.

But as your finally walking home, you can’t but help stand at the edge of the entry to the apartment block, haunted by images of your best friend and your boyfriend together. Together.

Looking down at your phone, his message is still displayed across the screen; dormant and unanswered.

“Hey, Love! Dinners all done for when you get home. See you soon xx.”

Sighing, you shove your hands in your pockets to retrieve your keys, walking up to the apartment and turning the lock when you reach your number.

Shrugging your jacket and shoes off in the entryway, you follow the smell of food to the kitchen, where Felix stands over a pot, wooden spoon in hand.

Your heart pangs at the sight of it.

It’s your favorite food.

“Hey!”

Putting the wooden spoon down, the boy embraces you, a smile playing on his features.

“I missed you today!”

You can’t but help let a smile slip over your features, hidden into the crook of his shoulder.

“I missed you too.”

It's stupid, you know, but he made you feel so special. Even though you’d seen him being close with your best friend, It was hard to deny the way he made you feel.

Dinner was accompanied by conversation, drifting into slow drawled thoughts splayed across the warmth of the bed.

Flipping yourself to your side, you find yourself just staring at him as he measures his hand with yours.

“Chae is sick,” you tell him, eyes fluttering to your intertwined fingers. “I think I’m going to bring her some soup from work on the weekend.”

You’re not looking at him, but you don’t miss the confused expression that covers his features, mixing into one of slight concern.

“I think she’d like that.”

You only hum in response, eyes closing.

Pushing back the new feeling of emptiness, you try and relax your mind, fading into slumber.

A chirpy ringtone wakes you from sleep, light pouring through the curtains as early morning seeps in. You’re a little confused, not quite awake.

Felix reaches over you to turn off the alarm in a tap, returning to his initial position as soon as it stops.

It's then you’re aware you’re in his arms, snug in the crook of his chest.

Heart speeding up, you silently curse yourself for waking up in his arms.

How were you supposed to get over him if you were waking up in his arms?

“Felix,” you whisper, touching his arm slightly as you angle yourself to climb out of bed. “I’ve got to go to work.”

The boy only groans, pulling you back to him, head resting on yours.

“Don’t leave, it’s cold.”

His words bring a smile to your face.

How could you not love this boy?

So, deciding to stay for just a few more minutes, you relax into him more, perhaps somewhat savoring the limited time you have left with him.

Perhaps this was a one-off. There must’ve been a reason he was with her. Maybe she really was sick and she’d asked him to take her to the pharmacy for medicine? Or maybe she was too sick to drive herself home?

There were millions of reasons, many of which plagued your mind as you worked. Rather than accusing him, you were defending him, your friend too.

Rain bucketed the sky, making your walk home that little more unbearable. You were going to confront him, the conversation already planned out in your mind; from your first words to his truthfulness about your friend.

But upon getting to the apartment block, you’re stopped by the sight of him with her. She’s passing him something, concealed in a plastic bag.

It's like every bone in your body just breaks, mind frozen at the situation at hand.

You were stupid, naive to his actions.

He really was cheating on you.

Eyes already swarming with tears, you make eye contact with the boy.

And then you’re off.

Running down the street, you here the frantic sound of sneakers against the road, your name being called loud and clear.

The rain makes it difficult to see, every corner a foggy, blurry mess.

You’re sobbing now, trying to catch your breath as you stop.

A hand on your back makes you recoil, looking up at your boyfriend through tears.

Soaked to the bone, the boy can only sigh, holding up his hands in surrender, indicating he won’t touch you.

“You’re cheating on me.”

Now it’s his turn to recoil, looking down at you with a shocked face.

“Sorry?”

“You’re cheating on me.” You sniffle, wiping your nose with your wet sleeve. “You’re cheating on me with Chae; my best friend Felix.”

The boys shock turns to one of realization.

“You saw us yesterday?” He questions, eyebrow raised.

This makes you sob more, shaking your head at him. “So you’re confirming it?”

Felix shakes his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. “You are so stupid Y/N.”

“Why? Because I didn’t know you were cheating on me?”

Shaking his head, he takes your arm, which you immediately rip back.

“Come with me. Just trust me okay.”

So you let him guide you back, your friend now has gone from your apartment. He guides you to the couch, gesturing for you to sit as he passes you some tissues from the cabinet, something the bag sitting next to him as he kneels down in front of you.

“Now, the reason you saw me with Chae yesterday was not that I’m cheating on you. And that’s the same case tonight. Y/N, I’m not cheating on you.”

You look down at him, slightly confused at his words.

“Okay,” You shake, eyes flicking to the bag. “Then why were you with her?”

The boy sighs, looking down at the bag then back to you. “I didn’t want to do this right now. But it looks like I don’t have a choice.”

Taking the bag in his hands, he pulls out a small box, now sitting down next to you and pressing it into your hands.

You push open the box, inside a simple ring, embedded with a few small crystals.

You look up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

A ring?

He takes the ring from the box, a slight smile on his face at your confusion.

“It’s a promise ring.”

He tells you, turning it over in his fingers.

“I was originally going to give it to you over dinner, but now works too I guess.”

Now looking up at you, he can’t but help smile.

“I wanted to give you this promise ring because I am so deeply in love with you. It’s not just a “promise” to marry you, but one that says I’ll stay with you forever, no matter what. Because I do, Y/N. I do want to stay with you forever. I have no interest in Chae, or any other girl for that matter. I love you, and only you. I hope you know that.”

You can’t say much, only staring up at him, mouth open.

“You...” You trail off, swallowing. “You’re not cheating on me?”

The boy laughs, shaking his head at you.

“No Y/N I’m not cheating on you.”

You nod, looking down at the ring and then back up at Felix, choosing your words carefully.

But the only ones that come out are “I love you.”

The boy smiles, eyes lighting up as your expression grows brighter, happier.

“I’m sorry I assumed. I just... I just don’t know why...” you trail off again, looking down, blaming yourself for the way you ruined his surprise.

He shakes his head, fingers under your chin to push your gaze back to him.

“Don’t blame yourself. I can see you beating yourself up. It’s not your fault. It’s not even important anymore. What’s important is you, who is here with me now.”

You nod slightly, eyes trailing back to the ring in his fingers.

“It’s really beautiful.” You tell him, looking up with a small smile.

He laughs, pushing it onto your middle finger.

“And I chose it myself.”

“Oh did you now? Chae didn’t help at all?”

“Okay, maybe she helped a little. But I did choose that particular one. She just gave me some pointers on what you liked.”

You shove him in the chest, a laugh falling from your lips. But the boy hands on, taking you down with him into the couch.

“So you like it?”

“Felix,” you sigh, smiling. “I love it.”

“Good.” The boy smiles. “I’m glad.”

So just choosing to the lay there, small drabbles or conversation come and go, content in just each other's arms.

“So you promise me you’ll stay forever.” You ask, looking at your ring as your hand is in the air.

The boy shifts to face you, a lazy smile on his face.

“I promise you Y/N.”

And this time, you truly believed his words.

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chinxino5-blog · 6 years

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flirting

basicallyido407 fic - [ fluff request ] warnings: flirting, pick up lines. 1481 words

anon request. prompt: “office workers not-so-subtly flirting and the whole building ships them” [ sorry i forgot to do the building shipping them ^^”, but have a frustrated tyler ]

Tyler dreaded working Mondays to Thursdays. His job at the station wasn’t hard, it wasn’t annoying, it wasn’t tedious - he was fine working on Fridays and Sundays. But getting asked to work all day Tuesday and Wednesday was the worst thing he’d ever agreed to.

He got there nice and early, punctual and hopeful that maybe one of the pair would call in sick. Maybe he won’t have to worry about it. Maybe he’ll have a painless day where he could just get his work done and talk to Craig.

Marcel was the first of the two to arrive, perfectly on time with a face that told the entire building he was not a hundred percent awake. He sat at his desk, opened his computer and allowed his head to find rest on his keyboard.

Tyler returned his focus to reading through the file Evan had dropped on his desk when he’d arrived. He paid only half of his attention to the paperwork as he watched the numbers of his digital clock tick through. When the screen flashed 8:23am, the glass doors swung open and Tyler’s head dropped to his desk in disappointment.

Scotty walked in, late like every other day, Starbucks coffee in hand and grin on his face. He was naturally attractive and charming and strolled through the station with ease and confidence. His tardiness was expected and the most anyone did was roll their eyes. At Tyler’s upset glare, he just winked, and continued up to Marcel’s desk.

The black man didn’t even look up as the drink was set down on the table beside him. Tyler watched as Scotty leant back against his co-worker’s desk, smirk one they’d all seen before. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. Tired, are we?” he asked, tease in his voice as Marcel pushed himself upright.

Dark brown eyes seemed to study the Caucasian man for a second before his focus fell to the coffee. After a few sips, he found the energy to offer a flirty smile to the man and Tyler slammed his head down on his desk, preparing for the worst.

“Do you work at Starbucks, Scotty?” he asked, sipping his drink again in acknowledgement. A grin crawled across his face and he leant closer to his co-worker. “Because I like you a latte.”

Scotty’s smile didn’t falter, focussed on no one but Marcel. He rolled his eyes, grin soundless and lacking any sort of response that could incorporate his humour and pretend boredom. Instead, he pushed away from the desk and walked across the aisle to his own. Marcel shamelessly watched his butt as he walked away, taking another sip.

“Did you sit in a pile of sugar?” he offered, ever persistent, and Scott’s gaze slowly slid back to his as he opened up his laptop and pulled the papers on his desk towards him. There was nothing anyone could do to take the amused little smile from his lips. He could tell Marcel was happy with himself, his lips pulling back to show shiny white teeth in a grin. “Because you’ve got a sweet ass.”

Scott shook his head, unlocking his laptop. “Got anything original in that big head of yours?” he inquired and the other let out a chuckle as he finished off the last of his drink and leant on the closed file sitting on his desk.

He wiggled his eyebrows at Scott who pretended to focus on his job. “I’ll show you something original if you let me take you home,” he fired back, not a second of hesitance or thought. It was natural for him to flirt with the man who pretended he didn’t care. He could see the amusement in his co-worker’s eyes, could see the interest that he barely tried to hide. There was always a glimmer of hidden laughter in those swirls of blue that showed itself with each dorky line Marcel delivered.

His stare didn’t stray for a long few moments before Scotty turned, lips pouted in thought. He pointed a thin finger at Marcel and tilted his head. “Are you my appendix?” he asked

“Why, do you have a funny feeling in your stomach that makes you want to take me out?”

Scotty hummed in thought before shaking his head. “No… No, I think it’s because you’re absolutely useless and all you do is cause me pain.” He smiled sweetly as Marcel threw his head back with a laugh. He obviously meant nothing that he’d said, knowing his co-worker wouldn’t listen to him even if he did. His subtlety was never that great, not that it ever mattered when it came to being attracted to Marcel: he was an even worse flirt than Scott.

The back door opened, Luke walking in with a stack of files beneath his arm. He dropped several on each desk, ignoring Scott because of the pile he already had waiting for him. The boss stopped between the two flirting workers and eyed Marcel’s charming grin with distrust. He dropped several files beside his laptop. “Get some shit done today, Cunningham. If you’re going to flirt, don’t do it in my station.”

“Yes Sir,” he said respectfully, Luke shaking his head as he walked away. Marcel leaned to the side, winking at Scotty. “How about I take you on a date and we can flirt there?” he offered with a grin.

“Cunningham!” He flinched, sitting back in his seat and opening the file in front of him. His focus sharpened, typing on his laptop as he wrote down information and sorted through the papers clipped in together between the folded piece of weathered yellow card.

Tyler thought for a second that the storm may have passed, that possibly the rest of his day would be one of peace and silence for once. His hopes lasted ten minutes until Scotty cleared his throat.

“Alright.” The simple word had both Tyler and Marcel looking to him in confusion. The black man blinked, brows furrowed.

“Alright-what?” he asked.

“Alright,” Scotty paused, turning to him, “pick me up at seven.” Marcel’s brows raised. “You can take me on a date and we’ll flirt there.”

It took the shocked man a few seconds before his look of confusion and surprise morphed into one of excitement and satisfaction. His grin was blinding and it spread to Scotty’s own lips too as the other couldn’t hide his smile. “You’re serious?” Marcel asked, nodding hopefully. Scott nodded too, filling out the page with data from his screen. “Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend?”

Scotty laughed, shaking his head. It was no surprise the other would instantly be pushing for a little bit more. “We’ll see how I think of tonight,” he commented, knowing full well he was going to accept.

“How about ‘Babe’, can I call you ‘Babe’?” he suggested. His eyes sparkled at the smile Scotty wore.

“Yeah, alright; ‘Babe’ is tolerable,” he sighed, acting like it was more of a burden than anything. Both he and Marcel knew how awful an actor he was when he couldn’t pull the smile off his lips.

“Awesome, babe. I can’t wait for tonight,” Marcel said, licking his lips to try and get rid of the big grin on his face. He shot Scotty a glance before adding, “babe.”

Blue eyes rolled and the two smiled for the entirety of the day. Tyler suffered through the little smiles and lingering stares that weren’t just of longing and attraction, but more of excitement and anticipation. When Scotty got up to leave, things packed and bag over one shoulder, Marcel leaned across and smacked his ass, making him jump in surprise.

“Marcel, I swear to fucking Christ,” he uttered, cheeks pink in embarrassment as he glared at his to-be boyfriend.

“Sorry, babe,” he whispered back, grin completely unfazed and obviously not sorry in the slightest. “Can’t help myself.” He winked, collecting his own things as Scott rolled his eyes and walked past Tyler and out of the station.

Marcel followed a few minutes later, head high and walk proud with his success of the day. Both men were too caught up in their own little worlds of excitement and happiness that neither noticed Tyler’s glare and the fed-up co-worker just sighed, rubbing his eyes. Relief filled his lungs at the thought that his Tuesday was over and he could go home and sleep off the migraine his co-workers had given him.

That was, until of course, he realised it was only Tuesday and he had a whole day tomorrow to deal with both men again. He knew that after their date they would only be ten times worse. There were definitely not tears in his eyes on his drive back home; no, definitely not tears. They were… uh… he got something in his eye! In… both eyes! Yeah. That’s, uh… That’s definitely what happened.

anon’s ask

note: sorry it’s so short and sorry I didn’t include the whole building shipping them. i’ve had the first page of this opened on a window since xmas and i’ve just been avoiding it because im awful with dialogue but here it is! finally finished. it was fun to write and just a short thing, hope you enjoy it!

thanks anon for the cute request of the cute ship <3

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alia-turin · 6 years

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Hey! Promt list #15 for Gladiolus×fem!reader, please please please!

Hi anon, sorry for taking me forever, I really didn’t plan to take that long, but I have had terrible block in the last 2 weeks and now I’m trying to slowly crawl out of it. Hope you enjoy that slightly angsty story.

Fic Title: It hurtsPrompt: “Please marry me.”Rating: G (angst) Couple: Gladio x ReaderNotes: Right I know the prompt was very fluffy and stuff, but it’s me and my angsty brain knows no limits.

Tagging you guys for reasons: @birdsandivory @jojopitcher @lazarustrashpit @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy @themissimmortal @kairakara101 @ladychocoberry @theyearofdiamonddogs

Life hasn’t exactly been easy these past couple of years. Itshould have been better, the darkness was gone, the prince was back and wascrowned a king, but life wasn’t exactly easy. You always knew that thingswouldn’t magically get better. Sure, the lack of demons and the ability to seethe sunlight again was an improvement, but that had brought different problems.The kingdom had to be rebuilt, cities had to recover and old wounds had to behealed. But in your personal life it wasn’t just that. You were helping withthe rebuilding efforts, but it seemed like your own life was slipping away frombetween your fingers like cold sand. That was what you dreamt about, for tenlong years. The demons to be gone so you can live your life as you wanted, whereveryou wanted.

You were happy for the world finally being in some sort of order,if the ruins around you could be called order, but earning that, made you losesomething else. The man you loved. The man you have been waking up to foralmost ten years, the man that helped you go through that darkness and who yousupported with everything you got on his quest to maintain the kingdom in thebest possible shape considering the circumstances. Now everything wasdifferent. You had promised that once the darkness was gone you two couldfinally be together like a normal couple, that you would go on normal dates, inreal restaurants, see movies and go to concerts, buy books together inbookstores. It was all a pipe dream as it turned out. Two years since thedarkness was gone and you and Gladio were as far apart as it was possiblewithout being strangers. He spent most of his days and nights at the Citadel workinglate with the king. At times it was so bad that you wouldn’t see him for weeks.He also wasn’t very good with texting or calling. He was always busy, withmeetings or training the new Crownsguard, he would text you once per day, twiceif you were lucky. The days when he would be come home he would be exhaustedand wouldn’t want to do anything but relax, read his book and sleep. You hadconfronted him about all that, you asked him if there was someone else, if hewas tired of you and he had sworn that wasn’t the case, that he was just busy.You told him you understand and that you will be next to him no matter what.But his behavior didn’t change and you decided that if he doesn’t change it wastime for you to make a change.

With tears in your eyes you were taking your clothes out ofthe wardrobe and putting them in a suitcase. You had already packed your booksand other items in few boxes that you were going to take with you. Ironically,since Gladio was going to be busy in the citadel all week he probably wouldn’teven notice you were gone.

You were almost done as you heard the familiar click of thedoor and Gladio’s footsteps. Panic crawled under your skin, you were notsupposed to confront him, that was all supposed to happen as quietly aspossible.

“Hey, babe, what’s with these boxes in the living room?”Gladio asked as he walked in the bedroom here you were zipping your suitcase. “Whatare you doing?”

“Leaving.” You said looking him in the eyes, if he wanted anargument you were more than ready to provide him with one.

“Without saying a word?” Gladio seemed genuinely confused,as if nothing had happened which made you even more angry.

“Gladio…say a word about what? To whom? You are not here.Ever. And even when you are here, it’s just your body that is here. Your mindis somewhere else, drifting, thinking about work or the Astrals know what else.I cannot do that anymore Gladio. I love you, but I cannot do it. I don’t feellike I’m in relationship with you, I don’t even feel like we are friends. Weare acquaintances at best.” You could feel tears running down your face but yourefused to wipe them away, as if that was going to admit some sort of weakness.

“Please, give me ten minutes to explain, after that if youstill want to go, you can go.” He made a step forward and tried to grab yourhands, but you made a step back. He wasn’t going to get out of that with nicewords.

“Explain what? You have been explaining yourself for monthsand nothing had changed.” You were shouting at him and you could see that hewas also getting angry. Let him be angry. Let that be one final ugly fight andbe done with it all.

“I’m done. With the king and all. That’s why I came homeearly today. I cane to tell you that.” He made another step forward and finallymanaged to grab your hands, his words were too confusing for you to try toprocess them and back away. “Well not completely done, but the long hours, thedays sleeping at the citadel, all that is done. The Crownsguard is establishedagain and functions as best as possible, the Kingsglaive as well. All the plansfor our infrastructure and other settlements are in motion, I might have totravel occasionally to check on things but won’t be as bad as it is now.”

“I have heard something like that before.” In reality youhaven’t but you were angry and hurt. Every time you had confronted him beforeGladio never had said he was done. He would say that there is just a bit moreleft and that soon you two could have the life you always wanted to have, but hehad never specified when soon is, and he had never said he was done.

“My family’s estate is already rebuilt, we can move there. Iwant us to live there. Have a family there…I want to have a family with you.” Hegave you an unsure smile which confused you even more. Gladio was never unsure.

“Gladio, I’m leaving. Telling me you want us to have familytogether won’t fix it. What family? You want me to be alone all the time, takecare of any children we might have, on my own, the way you work now, thesechildren will think you are a stranger, that is not happening.” Your hands werestill in his, somehow you couldn’t find the strength to pull away.

“Don’t leave me. Let me prove to you that things will bedifferent now.” He reached in his pocked and pulled out a box which he placedin your hand. “I made plans for tonight, asked Iggy to cook and all kind ofother cheesy things. I was going to ask you to marry me.” Hearing his words,you opened the box without thing. The ring inside was beautiful. “It used to bemy mother’s. I thought it was lost in the ruins but I managed to find it in ourhouse. I know I messed up. I guess I always knew, but as I said that is done. Iknow you are angry, but I am asking you just for this one chance. Keep thering. Stay with me. Give me a month, or two or as log as you need. If you stillfeel the way you feel now, you can walk away, and I won’t try to stop youagain, since apparently, I’m unable to keep my promises. But if things actuallychange, if I manage to prove you that it’s all in the past, please marry me.”

You looked at the ring, the stone reflecting the sunlightthat was coming through the window. It hurt. It all hurt so much. Being with himhurt, but you knew that being without him would also hurt. Which pain was goingto be greater was what you needed to decide.

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“Love Yourself” Reader!Namjoon Angst/Fluff

“Love Yourself”

Oneshot

Reader!Namjoon Angst/Fluff

A/N: This was requested by an anon. Actually was requested a while ago. I really am truly sorry I took so long to write this. The reason I went on a bit of a hiatus is that I went into a period of doubt. I felt my writing was incredibly subpar and I almost thought I was going to quit. No ideas were flowing and I just couldn’t get myself to write. After some time and talking to my bestie (Yōsei) I finally got some courage to write again. I really, really hope you like it! Anon didn’t specify the topic, so I made up my own situation. ~ Gaishō

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Namjoon is such a soft sweetheart and cares for every thing and every one.

Trigger Warning: Slight abuse and attempt to rape. Plus, Namjoon angst... I mean that shit hurts.

“I spy with my little eye… A bored Joonie who needs a pick-me-up.” You creep up behind him as he’s studying.

He turns around with a big dimpled smile and reaches out his hand, “You didn’t…”

“Oh yes I did! A coffee milk tea with boba!” You hand him the chilled drink and his eyes widen with excitement.

“You’re the best. Hey, have you started studying for the psychology exam?”

You scoff, “that exam is one month away… You really think I started?”

“True, I was never as smart as you,” he says as he nestles his face between his fists and gives you a look of wonder.

You sort of shrug it off and start to study with him. There was some time of silence, but your mind starts to wander. Flipping pages and doodling on the side, you sigh and sigh again.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Your mind seems occupied with something else.” He closes his books and averts all his attention to you.

You look at your fingers and start to fiddle with your nails. Namjoon notices this and puts his hands over yours. Your cheeks become flushed.

“Hey, you know you can always talk to me. Want to go for a walk and clear your head?”

Without saying anything you nod and you both start packing up your things.

Walking beside each other you both head to your favorite park with the trail. It’s the middle of fall so all the leaves are changing beautiful colors and the sunlight illuminates the leaves to make them look like shining stained glass.

He nudges you to sit at one of the benches that are placed under this big willow tree. There was some awkward silence, but he finally says something.

“S-so, what’s been on that busy mind of yours?” He pokes your temple playfully.

You swing your legs back and forth and lean forward to sigh. “Do you believe in love?”

Suddenly Namjoon was a bit flustered. He looks the other way and runs his fingers through his hair. “Heh, y-yeah of course, with the right person. I believe there is someone for every one.”

You begin to get antsy and start bouncing your knees. “W-well, what if you’re afraid to ask them out? What if they don’t like you back?”

Namjoon thinks to himself for a little bit, and then smiles. “Then you tried. If we let our opportunities pass by, you may never get them again. It’s better to try and fail than to never have tried at all. Everything is a learning experience.”

His words always calm your thoughts. You giggle a little bit and nudge his shoulder with yours. “Thanks Joonie. Walk me home?”

“Always,” he replies with content.

Once Namjoon says goodbye to you at your doorsteps you give him a warm hug and head into your apartment.

Dropping your things left and right you head straight into your room to change into some baggy sweatpants and sweater. Plopping onto your bed you stare at your phone and one contact in particular.

Your finger hovering over the call button you keep having second thoughts. In the back of your mind you think about what Namjoon told you. ‘Sigh. Why does he always have to be right…’

You hit the call button and each ring made you more and more nervous.

“Hello?”

You freeze. Your mouth opens, but words don’t come out.

“Hello? Anybody there?”

Swallowing the lump in your throat you finally talk, “y-yes! Hi! It’s me, Y/N. Sorry.”

“Hey! What’s up?”

You start to tap your foot rapidly, “u-uhm, I was wondering if you… would go on a date with me?”

“Y/N, I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“O-oh my god, really!? I can’t wait!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Y/N.”

“See you tomorrow… Shane.”

You squeal in delight. ‘Oh my god, I can’t believe I just asked him out!’ You went right to sleep dreaming about your date with Shane tomorrow.

The next morning you woke up with so much excitement that you showed up incredibly early to the coffee shop where you said you would meet Shane.

You sat there watching people pass you by hoping one of them is Shane. Suddenly you hear a familiar voice.

“Oh? Y/N! What are you doing here?” He walks up to you with a sweet smile with a coffee drink in each hand.

“N-Namjoon!?” His presence really caught you off guard.

He looks at you with a puzzled face. “I thought we were meeting at the library today so we can study together.”

You don’t respond and start to fidget with your fingers.

“Ah, you forgot…” The sweet smile leaves his face leaving a blank stare.

Another voice yells for you, “Y/N! Hey! I’m over here!”

He comes up to you and wraps his hand around your waist making you blush and your heart is racing.

“You can’t be serious… him!? All this time it was Choi Seung Ho!?” Namjoon says in a bit of an angry tone.

“Hey man, it’s Shane. And don’t wear it out.” He pulls you in closer to him. Your face is beet red at this point.

“Please, Joonie… Calm down. I-I wanted to tell you.”

“Joonie? What kind of stupid name is that?” Shane interrupts.

You ignore his comment and continue to keep eye contact with Namjoon. You see in his eyes he’s completely hurt. But, you think of an idea to make up for it.

“W-we’ll study tomorrow, okay? And I’ll treat you to some good food! I promise!” You smile and giggle.

Namjoon doesn’t respond. His demeanor was seemingly cold. ‘I don’t understand. Is there something more to his behavior?’

“Well! You won’t be needing two coffee drinks anymore.” Shane snatches one of the drinks from Namjoon and he takes you with him.

You look behind to see Namjoon in shock. Never have you ever seen him so broken. ‘He’ll understand… Right?’

For now, you just focus on your date with Shane. The night went pretty well, better than you expected. However, towards the end of the date he brings up Namjoon.

“So, what’s up with your friend? He’s seems to be really into you,” Shane claims.

“W-what? No way. He’s just my best friend.”

“Hmph, yeah. Joonie, Joonie, Joonie!” He mocks you.

You didn’t like his comment. It actually turned you off. “Uhm, well it was a great first date. I really do have to get home and study tonight. Chat later?”

He scoffs. “Yeah sure. Maybe next date will be at my place,” he winks at you suggestively.

You feel disgusted, but you let it go. You say your goodbyes and head in different directions.

Walking home you start to think about how Namjoon is doing. You call him to check in on him. The phone rings and rings, but it doesn’t go to voicemail.

“H-he rejected my call!?” You scream.

You call him again, and again, and each time he rejects it. You start to feel a little sick to your stomach. ‘Oh Y/N, what have you done this time…’

That night you tossed and turned, barely getting any sleep. *BEEP, BEEP, BEEP* Your alarm clock jolts you awake. ‘It feels like I didn’t sleep at all.’

Sighing, you slump out of your bed and check your phone to see if Namjoon called or texted back. Instead, you see that you have a missed text from Shane.

It reads: “Hey baby, my place tonight ;)”

You gulp. Your anxiety acts up and your hands start to shake. ‘I have a bad feeling about this date. All I can think about is Namjoon right now…’

Checking the time you see it’s close to the time you normally have study sessions with Namjoon so you pack your things and head to the library.

Arriving at the library you sit at your normal meeting place and set your things down. Minutes pass, then hours. You call and text Namjoon what seemed like a hundred times.

Finally, you get up and start to look around at the usual spots he would be at. A light bulb went off. ‘I know! He’s probably at the studio rapping. He does that when he’s stressed.’

You went to the local music studio and sure enough you find Namjoon rapping his heart out. While watching you find yourself immersed in his lyrics and even feel how he feels; all the anger, frustration, and sadness.

He finishes up and you see him sweating, even panting because of how hard he’s working. You tap on the glass and he looks up, but not with a smile. It was almost a death glare and it sent shivers down your spine.

He comes out from the recording studio. “What are you doing here?”

You play with your sleeves. “I-I was wondering how come you haven’t been returning my texts or calls. You didn’t even show up to the library.”

Namjoon doesn’t even bat an eye. “Figured you’d be with Shane. Ya know, your new boy toy.”

You didn’t like how he said that and you cross your arms. “Chill, we went on one date. What’s it to you anyway?”

He shakes his head and laughs. “Seriously, Y/N? He’s an asshole. You could do so much better.”

“He’s not an asshole. He just has a different sense of humor. I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of it.”

Suddenly he slams both his fists onto the table, “because I love you! I have always loved you. But, you decide to date some guy who just wants to get in your pants.”

His words caught you off guard. Your face turns bright red and your eyes start to well up with tears. It took you a second to gather your words. “H-he’s not that kind of person!” You start to choke. Your voice got lower and you murmur, “at least he was man enough to ask me out on a date.”

Namjoon just about had it. Before he replies he starts to gather his things before you. He did it so calmly it was scary. “Y/N, I thought I knew you. You’ve been abused in the past by so many boyfriends and I just wanted to be the guy that could be there for you emotionally. I have always been by your side; every text, every call, every night that you have cried. As time went on I started to fall in love with your soul. It amazed me how anyone could treat you so poorly. You’re such a wonderful person. But, I put my emotions aside so you could fully recover. I never asked you out because I wanted to wait till you were ready.”

He walks past by you and stops. “I guess I was wrong. You’re not the person who I thought you were.”

Namjoon walked away without looking back. Your knees start to buckle, but you turn around quickly to yell after him.

He stops again, but still doesn’t look back. “Bye, Y/N.”

He exits the studio. Your heart was breaking. ‘How could I have been so blind!? God I am so stupid!’

You run home sobbing. All you could think about was how ignorant you have been this whole time.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” you say as you try to call Namjoon. Of course he rejects every call. You keep trying to get a hold of him.

Suddenly he picks up. “N-Namjoon? Please!”

“Y/N…” He says softly.

“Yes? Please… Please talk to me.”

“Don’t EVER text me, and don’t EVER call me again. I never want to see your face again. I wish our paths never crossed in the first place,” he says firmly and hangs up the phone.

Your jaw drops and you drop to the floor. Crying so hard you gasp for air and can’t control your body from shaking. ‘Namjoon, I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I hurt you.’

Your phone starts to buzz and you hurry over to see who it is. ‘Ah crap, I still have my date at Shane’s house.’

It was Shane texting you his address. Feeling at a loss you didn’t know what to do, but you sure as hell didn’t want to date Shane anymore. ‘Joonie was right.’

You text Shane back asking if he could meet you outside first, he didn’t understand why, but he said that was fine. You planned to end it then and there.

Arriving to Shane’s house you felt sick. ‘Hopefully I can just cut this thing off and go home.’

The door creeks open and Shane comes out to see you. He kisses your cheek and you back away.

“What’s wrong, babe? Looks like you’ve been crying.”

“Uh, yeah. Shane, I-I thought I could do this. But, I don’t think I’m ready to date anyone right now. I came here to tell you that face-to-face. I didn’t want to be rude.”

He grabs your waist and pulls you in, “oh c’mon baby. I can make you feel better. Is it that Namjoon dick? Forget about him. I’ll show you a good time.”

Suddenly his hands were under your shirt. You try to push away, but he has his grip on you. “Let me go! I don’t want to be with you!”

Shane slaps you right across the face and his hand wraps tight around your neck, “bitch, nobody says no to me. You’re coming with me.”

You scream and fight him as much as you could. ‘No, this can’t be happening. Not again!’

You shut your eyes tight and continue to fight him hoping you can break free. All of a sudden you hear Shane grunt and fall to the ground. Opening your eyes you see that Namjoon punched Shane in the face.

Shane gets up and pats down his shirt, “fuck this, you can have her.” He walks back into his house and closes the door.

Namjoon just stood there with a tight fist. He still doesn’t look at you. “You alright?”

Tears stream down your face, “y-yeah. Joonie?”

He starts to walk away, “don’t call me that.” He disappears into the distance.

‘I swear death would be less painful than this.’

You stood there with a blank stare, not knowing what to do or where to go next. It felt as if your insides were ripped to shreds. Sighing to yourself, “I guess this is what they mean by ‘you don’t know a good thing till it’s gone.’”

Days passed, even months. Eventually you let Namjoon alone; no texts, no phone calls, not even trying to find him at his normal hangout spots. Life was dull. All you really wanted was to see him smile again, to hear him laugh again.

It was just any ordinary day, but something compelled you to go and get a coffee drink. Walking in the shop brought back memories of Namjoon. The smells were so overwhelming you couldn’t decide if you wanted to smile or cry.

“Miss? What would you like to drink?” asks the cashier.

“O-oh, yes. Uh, coffee milk tea with boba, please.”

The cashier quickly whips up your drink and hands it to you. You hand her your card, but she shakes her head, “the man over there paid for your drink.”

When you looked over you see… Namjoon!? You completely froze and almost dropped your drink. He didn’t smile, but you two stared at a distance for what seemed like an eternity.

‘I guess I should at least thank him.’ You slowly walk over to him and he motions for you to sit down.

“Hm, t-thank you for the drink, Namjoon.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

The silence was so awkward, but neither of you knew what to say.

Namjoon clears his throat, “you know why I always enjoyed taking you to the benches at the park under the willow tree?”

You tilt your head. ‘What a random question to open up a conversation with.’

He continues. “Willow trees signify strength, stability, balance…life.”

You scoff, “none of which I possess.”

Namjoon ignores what you say; “it was a place of learning for me. Where I would sift through the racing thoughts in my mind and find peace and clarity. I brought you there so you could experience the same thing... Each day you blossomed. Y/N, I literally watched you grow to become a much stronger and better woman. I saw you do it for yourself, and no one else. But, the day you became weak-kneed for Shane, was the day you doubted yourself. You didn’t respect yourself…”

“And most of all, I hurt you,” you say as your voice starts to shake and eyes welling up with tears.

“Y/N, I love you. But you need to love yourself too.”

“Take me to the willow tree. Please, Joonie?”

Your hand stretched out for his. His face lit up with his dimpled smile. ‘I swear his dimples just jump-started my heart. I feel alive again.’

Grabbing your hand he leads you to the willow tree at the park. Just like old times. You both sit next to each other sipping your coffee drinks under the tree. It was quiet and peaceful.

Namjoon slowly whispered, “You should go and love yourself.”

You smile a little and whisper back, “…love myself.”

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