#!drabble

not proof read soz ;_; hope u like!! sorry it took so long.

you had always been clumsy on your feet. not one day went by where you didn't hit your leg on a table or hit your head on the cupboard doors.

she’s never been one for playing nice when it comes down to it. never had the patience to put up with someone following her around like a lost puppy. occasionally, she’d go out of her way. play nice with someone other than those she’s forced to, but she has too many secrets for that to be an actual thing. that, and people die. squishy bits get crushed. too tedious for the queen of hell.

given her position, meg isn’t too enthused with the gamble for her attention, let alone someone out right asking her to give them a chance. don’t they know she isn’t capable of chances? she isn’t capable of being friendly for more than five seconds before her brain actually explodes. it’s not her style.

“ so, you want me to accept you, hm? you want me to take you under my wing, when we both know i work just fine on my own? ” she scoffs, knowing full fucking well she’s unstable as all fuck.

it would be interesting, though. the change of pace. she doesn’t like blind followers; doesn’t like people who would rather make her happy instead of making her proud. good luck with that, though. right?

“ color me impressed, squeaks. ” she sighs, standing to straighten her jacket. “ you get one chance. disappoint me, you die. annoy me, you die. piss me off, well, you get the picture. let’s go. ” she shrugs, walking away on silent heels.

here’s to hoping you wanted to blow some things up, faith. she doesn’t take people in often.

they hardly speak, let alone spend time together beyond early greetings and soft mumbles. it’s not awkward, right? still, she isn’t sure he’s done that great at trying to ‘patch things up’. it’s not like he’s tried to get to know her a day in his life, right? two sons. that’s all he needed. it’s okay. it’s only a little trauma. it’s not like she’s trying, either. they’re biding time until one of them gives the fuck up and leaves.

the extra body in her house accentuates her insomnia. maddie’s sitting so carefully in the corner of her living room. is she chain-chugging green tea and cigarettes? bet your ass, she is. it’s a christmas miracle she heard it. heard him. 

that deepening of breath. 

                                                   that exhale.

                                                                                       the scream.

she’s up without thinking, guest room door pushed open and kneeling beside the bed. it’s all instinct now. pull him out slow. wake him easy. if you can avoid the latter, great. never talk about it again. 

“ now, i've heard there was a secret chord.

                              that david played, and it pleased the lord

                                                           but you don’t really care for music, do you? ”

that’s it. ease him out of it. his breathing steadies. less frantic as he fights himself behind his eyes. he’s not calm enough to wake entirely. why would she volunteer herself for a black eye? she’s acutely aware how winchester men sleep. like burning dumpster sharts.

“ it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth.

                                    the minor falls, the major lifts

                                                              the baffled king composing hallelujah. ”

she’s humming the next bit; has him calm enough to reach out and touch with gentle fingers. she still doesn’t trust fully waking him. there may be no need. he’s calm enough for now. still. why take the chance? even she knows how easy it is to fall back into a nightmare. 

“ your faith was strong but you needed proof

                                      you saw her bathing on the roof.

                                                       her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her. ”

that’s it, john. you think of those happier places. your sons. your wife. think about the night you married her. the day you got out of the marines. think about the day you held your newborn son. the first word sam ever said. think about dean waiting eagerly for you to come home. to play toy guns and soldiers. think about blonde hair and a beautiful smile. think about what makes you feel at home. safe. loved. 

she knows she’s never going to hold a memory like that from you.

she knows she’ll never live up to the boy you molded and the boy you cherished.

but, that doesn’t matter, does it?

tonight, the nightmare is gone. and when the sun drifts through the curtains, you’ll never know she was there.

song: maybe spring –– yoo seonho

when the yellow spring comes, i will tell you my heartas much as i waited, i like you a lotcan you give me a chance?

( delinquent yeonjun au ! )

they say that choi yeonjun is a dangerous guy, someone not to be messed with ( ‘he’s scary i tell you!’ ). but haknyeon’s never found any reason to believe that, not because he thinks that yeonjun’s a particularly great guy (they’ve never properly interacted before), but because rumours are just that. they’re rumours. usually groundless and spiced up for added drama.

the first time they properly interact is when the both of them are made to stay behind after school to do some cleaning. it half surprises haknyeon when he finds yeonjun in the classroom before him and not out somewhere, skipping. and haknyeon’s always been an open book, easy to read and never quite bothering to hide anything behind a poker face. his surprise clearly shows and he knows that it does when yeonjun turns to him and simply says, “why are you staring at me like that?”.

immediately haknyeon laughs, face turning slightly red before he quickly busies himself with wiping the whiteboard. “nothing,” he replies, shaking his head. it probably wouldn’t be nice of me to say i’m surprised, he briefly thinks. as he does his part in cleaning, he begins to struggle with reaching the top area of the board. haknyeon’s always been disappointingly (to him) small, and he finds himself having to stand on the tip of his toes in an attempt to reach it.

without much of a fuss, yeonjun grabs the cloth from haknyeon’s hand and stands directly behind him, easily wiping the top of the board. again, his actions catch haknyeon by surprise. everyone had cited yeonjun as a scary guy, a delinquent that should be avoided, yet here he was, standing just inches behind haknyeon as he helped the smaller boy with his part in cleaning. subconsciously he stares at yeonjun, eyes following his classmate.

after a moment, yeonjun pauses and tilts his head down, to get a better view of haknyeon. “what?”

“nothing,” haknyeon replies once more. “i just thought that it must be really handy, being tall,” he smiles. from the corner of his eye, he catches the way yeonjun’s ears turn slightly red and it’s a little endearing. ah, so he gets shy too!

song: let’s get married - bleachers

i'm gonna look good for you honeyget my myself together, spend you all of my money, yeahand i know it's hard enough to love mebut woke up in a safe house singing, "honey, let's get married!”

it’s pink.

whenever he’s with her, everything in sight turns pink. he feels like a high-schooler in love, like a child, excited at the very thought of seeing her. it’s been years since the both of them have been together, but despite that, every minute with her feels so new, yet so comforting.

he’d wondered before if this was possible –– to love someone so completely, that you’d trust them with your heart. he learns that it is with yeri. some people call it a miracle, that despite their jobs, despite not being able to spend as much time together as they’d like, they were always loyal, always in love.

and perhaps it was because they were so in love, they were unable to hide it from the prying eyes of the public. getting caught had been scary, the articles plastered the front pages of news sites, but they’d promised to go through it together, that if there were to be any obstacle they’d have to overcome, they’d jump through it hand in hand.

the answer comes pretty easily to jaehyun. if everyone was already aware, he would no longer shy away from it. he loved her, that much he knew, and he would always know. he answers questions about her with gusto, gushes about how much he adores her, how right it feels to be with her.

( “she’s my rock, and my other half,” he’d say. )

opinions begin to shift, people begin to open up to the idea of the both of them dating. ever so often, he’d find supportive comments about their relationship online, and it began to be more frequent.

their dates become more pubic, he holds her hand when they’re out and refuses to let go. there’s nothing to hide, he thinks, how could he ever be ashamed of loving someone like yeri? it was a blessing, to love someone like her.

“oppa,” she walks towards him, and subconsciously, he finds himself mirroring her smile. “what were you doing?”

“hm?” jaehyun glances down at his phone before he places it aside. “nothing, i was just checking on a few things.”

yeri pouts, and jaehyun finds it absolutely adorable. he’s always found everything about her adorable (and he always will). he wonders again, just how’d he gotten so lucky. 

“you’re so cute,” he laughs. reaching out, he gently holds her hand. and every time his thumb brushes against her fourth finger, he finds his smile growing wider. 

Halloween was a fun holiday.

When he reached Time’s room, he knocked on the door three times in a nice rhythm before entering, grinning under his helmet. “Ey, yo Time!” He slid over, resting his elbows on the table, besides Time, his chin tucked in his hands. “Any plans for Halloween?” Winking, he glances at the bot’s computer.