#like I'm falling asleep at the wheel it's time to take a backseat on this shit y'know??? yeah.

[monseulamourrr]

→ “a long road ahead.” || ahn yujin x reader fic.

— you set off on an approximate six-or-more-hour drive with your girlfriend and you come across your greatest enemy: boredom…

word count: 1.4k

tags: fluff, literally just yujin and yn being cute while on the road like stopppp, me when.

requested? : nope.

a/n: is anybody surprised that i'm already on my third yujin fic? no? yeah, me either... anyway this one's going to be kinda short since it's a pretty simple idea to begin with :] hope ya'll like it 🥺💕

yujin knew that as soon as you dropped your nintendo switch on your lap, you were bored as hell.

she was only able to take a few short glances in your direction from time to time since it was her turn on the wheel, but she could see it all in the little habits that you showed whenever you were weary. your eyes wandered, you couldn’t sit still, you weren’t sitting up straight like you usually did, and the most notable habit, you started talking with impatience evident in your voice.

your constant sighs along with your tiny mumbles and occasional grumbles were nothing short of adorable for yujin. especially with the way you got frustrated from playing animal crossing of all things. but having been your lover for years now, yujin knew all the things that would ease you and hopefully even cure your boredom.

she reaches for her phone and opens it, earning a ‘tsk’ from you.

“eyes on the road, miss.” you said, nudging your girlfriend’s arm.

“i got it, love. one sec.” yujin seamlessly switches to your favourite playlist and triumphantly smiles as she did so. you shook your head, not at all a fan of her recklessness. although you were happy that she thought of playing your favourite songs instead of the usual playlists for a trip like this.

a smile graces yujin’s face when she saw how you’ve relaxed on your seat, softly humming to the songs you love as you stared at the long road ahead.

“you don’t want to take a nap? it’ll be a while before we make a stop.” yujin said, eyes briefly switching from the gps and back onto the road. there were still three and a half hours of driving before the two of you reach your destination. even yujin thinks it might’ve been better if neither of you drove but instead, just flown to that other city.

“and who’s gonna keep you in check? surely not azzo.” you looked at yujin’s beloved puppy sitting on the backseat of the car. azzo was diligently decimating her chew toy. good girl!

“i promise i’ll only stay ten over the speed limit.” yujin says with a cheeky smile, earning a soft punch in the shoulder from you. you don’t fall asleep; it was impossible! yujin found every way to keep you up and alert either by randomly touching your face, taking your hand and kissing it, or simply just letting it rest on your lap. she probably knew, but you were so giddy. you couldn’t hide your smile, even when you turned your face away.

damn yujin. she will always make your heart jump.

if she wasn’t constantly touching you, yujin was singing. and when she was singing, she was a mess. head-banging, slamming her hands on the steering wheel, even honking out of nowhere. yujin didn’t care that she looked stupidly insane, she cared that it made you smile and laugh. although you did scold her when she swerved a bit after singing too passionately.

when you noticed that yujin had a pout on her face a few moments later, you knew only one thing could cheer her up. well, two things. food and kisses, mostly the food part. after giving azzo some treats, you proceeded on feeding yujin and yourself. she had insisted on bring some donuts for the ride, saying that she needed the sugar to keep herself awake. but you knew the silly thing just wanted some donuts.

“you picked all my favourites?” yujin asks. you hum in reply since your mouth was full. you don’t notice the loving look yujin gives you before she turns her head back towards the road. a small action from you, but one she appreciated beyond understanding.

“one could never go wrong with the excellence that is the strawberry flavour.” yujin says, licking her lips. you shook your head and wiped her mouth as best as you could before continuing one eating. yujin was much, much happier after getting fed and a much happier yujin was a much happier you of course!

eventually, and thankfully, you had to stop at a near-empty gas station for a bit of a break and to refill the tank. while yujin busied herself taking azzo out of the car to run around, you decided to stick with the car and fill it up. there were still a few hours of driving left, thinking about it made you groan out loud and roll your eyes. at least it was going to be your turn to drive though, it wouldn’t be too boring.

“babe, we should have lunch.” yujin says after you finished what you needed to do.

“wouldn’t that just keep us on the road for longer?” you asked, scratching your head.

“well, you need to relax! and we both know those donuts didn’t do too much for our stomach. come on, the restaurant’s open.” yujin nods her head to the eatery right next to the gas station—it was empty.

well, you couldn’t exactly say no to food, much less your girlfriend, so you ended up parking the car nearby and entering the eatery with yujin and azzo following close behind. you and yujin (and azzo) chose to sit in the booth on the farthest corner of the eatery, and you stared out of the window and into the empty road.

even if you miraculously teach your destination quicker than expected, there were still things needed to be done that would chip the day away fast. checking in at the hotel, dropping off all your things in your room, organizing the plans for your getaway, dinner, shopping, outfits—

“why’s mama so grumpy today, mommy?” yujin spoke with a ridiculous high-pitched voice. you turned your head and scoffed at the sight of her ‘talking’ with azzo.

“because mama’s got a lot on her mind! see that look in her eyes?” you were glaring at the snickering yujin. “she could summon a storm!” a hearty laugh leaves yujin’s mouth when you rolled your eyes. of course, you would never be upset at yujin and you knew that she was doing these seemingly annoying antics to cheer you up. you loved her a lot for that.

yujin lets azzo sit on her side of the booth before sitting beside you. she wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. automatically, you lay your head on her shoulder, sighing blissfully at the feeling of her warmth next to you. “let’s look in the bright side, okay? we finally have all the time in the world just for the two of us, and azzo. as soon as we reach the hotel, we can just have fun and do everything we’ve been wanting to do but couldn’t because of work. think about that, and suddenly, a few more hours of driving doesn’t sound so horrible, huh?”

as always, you could rely on yujin’s positivity to kickstart your own. you nodded, putting your hand on her thigh and squeezing it gently. “you’re right, yujin-ah,” you raised your head slightly, frowning. “sorry i’ve been real stingy this entire time.”

“nah, don’t worry about it,” yujin ruffles your hair and kisses your head, making you giggle and snuggle even closer to her. “i love you even if you’re feisty. and you know i love it when you are.” yujin winks at you, making you grimace and pinch her cheek.

“i love you too, idiot.”

you had a good time at that restaurant. you and yujin took turns feeding each other, discussed the details of your plans only to end up adding even more plans just to maximize your time and fun for as long as you can, and she even teased you about a gift she prepared beforehand which of course got you so curious that you asked her endless questions about it. surprisingly enough, yujin could control herself and managed to not spill a single clue about her gift. she said you simply had to wait and be patient like you always are.

(it was a promise ring. one she would give to you five days from now during a romantic candlelit dinner in a beachside restaurant.)

after eating, you, yujin, and azzo set off in your homey car once again. this time, however, you had a smile on your face! brought only by the cutest girlfriend that made the long drive a lot less boring and more fun, loud, and exciting.

#ive fluff #ive x reader #ive reactions #ive imagines #ive oneshots #ive x fem reader #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin oneshots #ahn yujin reactions #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin fluff #ahn yujin x fem reader #yujin imagines #yujin reactions #yujin oneshots #yujin fluff #yujin x fem reader #yujin x reader #girl group x fem reader #girl group oneshots #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group reactions #girl group fluff

[visceravalentines]

sugar stuck in your teeth

They're grimy and tired and Benson's neck is sore. Randy gives him a shoulder rub and thinks hard about the allure of being a biological organism.

2.5k words. canon divergence, boys on the run. established relationship. implied sexual content, nothing explicit. sweat and oil and general nasty. sharing of a toothbrush. so fluffy i'm spinning it up and putting it on a stick and selling it at a carnival. read on ao3 here if that's more your speed.

They spend a full day on the road. Seven hours across Texas through scrub and sand. Nothing to see. No end in sight. Randy falls asleep in the dead-eyed sun of mid-afternoon and wakes up in the dark, dry air whipping through the car from Benson's window rolled all the way down. 

"Hey." Randy sits up, disoriented, mouth gummy and tasting of bygone Mountain Dew, bladder fit to burst. "Why didn't you wake me up? You've been driving for hours."

"Didn't want to stop." Benson's voice is rough. Randy can read the exhaustion in his posture, the way he grips the wheel with both hands. "Besides, you looked like you could use it."

Randy shifts in his seat. He hasn't slept well all week. "Well…it's my turn now. Let me take over."

"Nah." Benson rolls his neck slowly. "Town's up here in like ten minutes. Figure we stop for the night."

Randy peers through the bug-splattered windshield and sees lights in the near distance. "You wanna find a motel?"

"I'd fucking love a motel. Gimme that lukewarm shower and a box spring mattress. Fucking luxury."

As it turns out, they get none of that. The only place in town has a sign that says Closed and no lights on in the lobby. Doors all locked, despite Benson's best efforts to rattle them open. 

He doesn't say a word, doesn't even curse, just slumps defeated back to the car with Randy in tow. "You want the backseat or the front?"

"Benson, I slept for hours, I can–"

"There's not another town for forty miles and if I spend one more second on that fucking highway I'm gonna peel the skin off my face."

Randy doesn't argue. "I'll take the front."

"You sure?" Benson tosses a weary look at him over his shoulder. He squeezes the back of his neck and winces. 

Randy nods. "Yeah, I'm sure." 

The front sucks. You either have to fold your legs to fit around the steering wheel, or risk nailing the thing with your arm or your head. One time he hit the horn with his knee and scared them both so bad they ended up packing up and driving through the night because neither one could fall back asleep. 

He's had plenty of rest. Benson should get the back. 

They leave the car parked in the rear lot of the motel and pick their way through the scrub in the dark to take a piss, elbow-to-elbow. Randy barely feels self-conscious anymore. At the start he used to walk ten paces away and make Benson turn around. But that seems silly now. Benson's seen and touched every inch of him. This is nothing.

Benson zips up and takes off down the sidewalk with a haphazard sense of purpose. Randy has to jog a little to catch up. Benson holds out his arm and he ducks beneath it, the weight comfortable across his shoulders. By now Randy feels like he belongs there, pinned against his side. 

He reeks. They both do. It's been three, almost four days since they last had a shower, been making do with baby wipes and clean underwear since they left Tennessee. Randy almost can't stand it. Back home, he showered every day, sometimes twice a day if work was rough. Right now, he could scrape the grime off himself with a fingernail. 

He's adjusting to this level of awareness of his own body, like he's just now cognizant of the way his skin fits. It makes him sort of anxious. But he's coping. He doesn't really have a choice. 

And it's funny–Randy doesn't mind Benson's stench at all. He's uncomfortable with his own stink, but he actually thinks Benson smells kind of…good, maybe. In a gross kind of way. It's such a foreign concept that he keeps inhaling a little too deep at this distance just to prove it to himself. 

"What're you doing later?" Benson asks, oblivious. 

Randy clears his throat. "Um…not much." 

"Oh. Huh." Benson squints down the road towards the distant light of a gas station, the only thing in town that looks alive besides the two of them. "Well, how about I take you to dinner?" 

A smile steals its way onto Randy's lips. He hooks his pinkie into Benson's pocket. "That might be nice." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." 

Benson takes a deep, thoughtful breath. "There's this place…Seven-Eleven?" He casts a dramatic sidelong glance in Randy's direction. "You heard of it?" 

"Yeah, I…I think so." 

"It's just fantastic. The beer list? Unbelievable. And the atmosphere, well…there's really nothing like it." He's talking with his hands, throwing them off balance. Randy stumbles happily along with him. 

"I don't know, um…I've heard they don't have Pringles. Like, the big can. Just the little ones." 

Benson scoffs. "Well, now, don't you worry your pretty little head about that. You can get two of the little ones if you want. It's on me." 

"Wow." 

"I know." 

"That's–that's really generous." 

"Well, you're gonna have to put out." 

Randy coughs out a laugh, looks at his shoes to hide the heat in his face. "Sounds, um…sounds fair." 

"Randy, come on." Benson laughs, gives his shoulder a shake. "You're giving it up for two cans of Pringles? You gotta know your worth, man." 

He'd give it up for less, but that's beside the point. "Maybe toss in some peach rings and we have a deal." 

Benson gives him a squeeze. "Fuck yeah, alright. Now we're talkin'." 

They pick their way through the snack aisles of the gas station, select a few staples they aren't sick of yet. Benson salutes the clerk behind the counter like he's an American hero. They make their way back down the road to the motel in silence save for the crunching of chips and cellophane. 

It's a beautiful night, still warm from the sun, everything orange beneath the sodium streetlights. Not a soul in sight save for them. This town looks like every other one and Randy likes that, likes that it's starting to feel like coming home when they stop for the night in a new place with a single stoplight. 

They lean against the trunk of the Chrysler and pass the Big Gulp back and forth. It's too late for caffeine so they got root beer, extra ice, because Benson likes to fish it out and chew on it. There's too many streetlights to really see the stars, but that doesn't stop Randy from trying. He sucks the sour off a peach ring and feels a little bit nauseous and a lot filthy and an overall, bone-deep sense of contentment. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Benson twist his head, trying to roll out his neck again. It's not the sharp jerk of his familiar tic, not quite, but it makes Randy nervous. He's been doing it all night. He wonders if it was something he said, something he did. He still doesn't know what exactly he's trying to shrug off every time, but he knows enough to tread that ground lightly.

"You okay?" he asks, tries to make it casual. He swallows the peach ring whole and has to fight it all the way down his esophagus. 

"Yeah." Benson nods, winces slightly. "Yeah. Just sore." He grips the back of his neck and stretches, lips hitched in a grimace. 

Randy can imagine. Slumped in a car days on end, cracking the damn thing all the time. He sets the Big Gulp on the trunk, thinks, hesitates. Commits. 

"Would you, um…would you want me to rub it out for you?" 

Benson looks at him warily as he considers the offer. He's slow to answer, but Randy is patient. Doesn't push it. Lets him think about it. 

Finally he nods. "Sure. Why not." 

Randy clambers up on the trunk and sits behind him. Benson leans back between his legs, rests his elbows on Randy's knees, hangs his head forward. The space between them is awkward all of the sudden. Too close, not close enough. Too many clothes on. Too much skin exposed. 

Randy is nervous and he's not sure why. He thinks fleetingly of their first time, his first time, and the way Benson's hands hovered an inch over his skin and shook a little bit. This isn't that, but it feels kind of the same. "You can…tell me to stop if you want. Whatever you want. It's okay." 

"How about you start and then we'll see." 

Randy brushes the curls at the base of Benson's neck hesitantly with his thumb before he wraps his hand around the muscle of his shoulder, gives an experimental squeeze. "Right…there?" 

"Higher." 

He moves his hand up and tries again. "There?" 

Benson hisses through his teeth, cringes. "Yeah. Fuck." 

Randy sets his hands on either side of his neck and squeezes gently. 

"Yeah. Right there."

Benson's all tension beneath the skin, stiff and warm under his cold fingers. Randy thinks about the color of his muscles, the white of bone underneath them. He's pretty sure he's never touched anyone like this before, not even Benson, not like this. Not friendly or sexual, just…intimate. 

"If you want me to stop, just–just say so, okay?" 

Benson grunts an affirmative. His skin is oily and his muscles are taut as bowstrings, so riddled with knots it feels like buckshot lodged in his flesh. Randy presses his thumbs in deep and pushes up along his spine, again and again, feels a flush of satisfaction as Benson melts back against the car. 

"Fuck," he moans. 

"Hurts?" 

"Yeah. Don't stop." 

Randy's nothing if not good at taking orders. He falls into a rhythm, slow and steady, works over his neck and shoulders and back again. Benson swears up a storm and lets out a low whimper whenever he hits a sore spot. 

"Sorry," Randy murmurs every time. 

Benson never replies, but that's okay. He doesn't tell him to stop either.

At first his hands are balled into fists against Randy's knees, but after a while they go slack. He relaxes, finally, allows Randy and the car to support his weight. It's a selfish thought, but Randy hopes he's the first person to do this for him, or at least the first in a long, long time. Benson doesn't have a lot of firsts left. He wants this one. 

Before long, his hands are cramping and he worries he's going to rub his neck raw but doesn't want to stop touching him, doesn't want to forfeit this new familiarity with his body. So he eases up, cheats a little bit, combs his fingers through his greasy hair and scratches at his scalp. It makes his chest feel tight, the way Benson leans into his touch with his eyes closed and groans under his breath. 

When he finally pulls away, Randy tries to subdue his disappointment, until he turns around and reaches up to hook a hand behind Randy's head. 

"C'mere," Benson mumbles, tugging him close and meeting him halfway for a kiss that tastes like peach rings and root beer. Randy grips his forearm and for a second, in his mind's eye, everything drops out and disappears into the void, save for them and the car and the stars. 

When he breaks the kiss Benson doesn't let him go, holds him in place with their foreheads pressed together. Neither of them speak. Randy focuses so hard on Benson's breathing he forgets to breathe himself. There are words, but they creep by in silence like animals in the dark. 

"We still got water in the back?" Benson says at last. 

"Mmhm." 

"I'm gonna brush my teeth. Change into my jammies." His jammies are a pair of basketball shorts made of more holes than fabric. 

"Okay," Randy says. 

Neither one of them moves. The crickets chat amongst themselves in the brush. 

"You still want the front?" Benson asks. 

"Sure." 

"Thanks." 

"No problem." 

Benson sighs softly through his nose. He lets go of him and steps back, shuffles from one foot to the other and stares at Randy for a long time, hair sticking up in all directions. Finally he goes to dig through the backseat for the water jug. 

"Looks like a bunch of fuckin' raccoons live in here," he mutters. 

Randy chuckles, looks at his hands palm-up on his lap. He's got Benson's skin beneath his nails, his sweat and oil worked into the whorls of his fingerprints. He's never been so close to another person. Spent his whole life maintaining a safe distance from everyone around him, treating his body like a blast zone. Now the idea of distance is laughable. They share everything but toothbrushes. Hell, he's been inside him. Randy always figured he would never reach that level of connection with anybody. 

He brings his hand to his face and hesitates for just a second before he sticks his thumb in his mouth. The salt of Benson's sweat is familiar on his tongue. He tastes his skin on his skin. He knows him. He knows him. And Benson knows him right back. 

He's craved this sort of intimacy his whole life. Laid awake alone countless nights and ached for it, mourned bitterly for what he never had and assumed he never would. But now he lies awake with Benson beside him and basks in how wrong he was. In how real he feels in his arms, wearing a second skin of grit and spit and whatever else. 

He doesn't want to sleep in the front. 

Randy twists to call over his shoulder. "Hey…um, Benson?" 

"Yeah?" he says around his toothbrush. 

"You think we could…both fit in the back?" 

Benson spits on the asphalt. "No." 

"Well…could we try?" 

Benson snorts. "Fuckin' clingy, huh?" he says, but he sounds amused. Randy feels those dark eyes appraising him like a pair of hands fumbling at his clothes. He tugs absentmindedly at the collar of his shirt. Well, Benson's shirt. "Yeah. We can try." 

Randy hops off the trunk and joins him in the evening routine, bumping shoulders, bumping elbows, their voices small and close in the night. 

"Gonna sweat to death together back there," Benson says. 

"That's okay." 

"If you say so. Think I might skip the jammies. That cool?" 

"That's–that's fine, yeah. That's good. Hey…is that my toothbrush?" 

"No, yours is green."

"That is green." 

"No it's not." 

"Yes it is, the light makes it look weird." 

Benson looks at the thing again. "Oh. Whoops. Does it really matter?"

Randy gives this serious consideration, thinks about his mouth and everywhere it's been. Thinks about the state of the rest of him. Thinks about pressing his body to Benson's in the backseat, sticky with sweat, breath on his neck. 

He wants to say yes, it matters, but he doesn't feel it. He tastes salt on his tongue instead.

"I guess not," he shrugs.

Benson hands it to him. 

"Your turn, then." 

#i really do be dunking my barbies in mud and then playing house w them #and then posting at such odd hours #oh well. try and stop me. you can't #stockroom syndrome #the passenger #the passenger 2023 #the passenger fanfiction #ranson #randy bradley #benson the passenger #the passenger 2023 fanfiction

[iwonderwh0]

Thinking about this au

Hank being bored and going on a night-time stakeout with Connor.

"You should be sleeping, Lieutenant."

"I've slept all day yesterday. Wouldn't be able to fall asleep today even if I tried. Thought I might as well do something useful."

"I'm afraid it's far from being useful – nothing has been going on here for four nights I've been monitoring it."

"Well, if I'm being paid to do nothing, I don't actually mind it that much either."

They stay silent for a minute. Once again Hank looks at Connor and can't shake off the feeling that he looks...really tired.

"When do you sleep? Or...I dunno, do you do something similar?"

"Androids go into stasis. I think you can call it 'sleeping'"

"So?"

"I get about an hour of it when I charge my battery in the morning."

"Is it...enough?"

"To charge – yes."

"...But?" Hank pries, sensing that there's more to it.

"It's not really enough time to fully process all the new data and run a full diagnostics."

"Huh..have any of you guys talked about it? Maybe I could say I few words?"

Connor sighs, he looks a little annoyed, but when he finally talks his voice is soft, quiet.

"It doesn't affect our performance that much for DPD to bother. No one will change the rules just so we could feel more comfortable. It's cheaper to restart or replace us when we accumulate enough critical errors instead of preventing them from occuring by giving us more time to be unproductive."

"That...sucks."

"I guess."

"Have you ever been," Hank winces as he wonders if his question is appropriate, "restarted?"

"Not yet."

"Is it like turning you off and back on, right?"

"No, it's wiping our memories clean and starting fresh."

Hank swallows and stares outside. He clears his throat and asks

"Are those memories stored somewhere to transfer them back or..."

Connor stares at him, and his silence speaks volumes.

"What do you think?"

"Holy fucking shit. Really?"

"That's why no one really likes being partnered with one of ours. Most of us here are wiped about once every three months."

"But not you."

He shrugs.

"I'm a new prototype. I suppose I'm more durable."

"Fuck..."

Hank reclines on his seat and counts how many months have passed since he was first partnered with Connor. Five.

"I thought it's a common knowledge," Connor says, lazily tapping a steering wheel, eyes fixed right ahead.

"I just...I never really thought about it. I don't really interact much with other androids. Other than you, I mean."

"I'm not a good example. That's okay. I'm not sure why I expected you to know."

They stay quiet for a little while.

"How much time would it take for you to do the full diagnostics and all those other things?" Hank asks when silence start to feel thick.

"It depends. Could be from 6 hours up to a 30 if I were to process all the months worth of unprocessed data."

Hank takes a look at the time.

"How about seven?"

Connor stopps tapping and turns his head to look at Hank. Hank continues.

"If you're right and there's nothing to see here, it won't hurt if you just go on the back seats and...do your thing," he shrugs, "I can always wake you up if something actually happens, right?"

"I'm...not sure if you're joking or not."

"Are you gonna move to the backseat or not?"

"Hank, it's not..."

"I won't tell anyone. Will you?"

Connor bits on his lower lip and looks around as if ensuring that no one else could see him through the car window.

Hank tilts his head

"So what do you say, deal?"

"Deal!"

With that he unfastens his seatbelt and climbs on the backseat, and Hank takes his driver seat instead.

"Um...in case you need me, send me a message, okay? You won't be able to wake me up otherwise."

Hank nods.

"Noted."

"And Hank?"

Hank hums in response and eyes Connor in a rearview mirror.

"Thank you."

"To be honest, I wish you said something earlier. What the hell..."

Hank turns around to check on Connor, waiting for some response, but the other already curled in the back seats with his eyes closed and his LED spinning in continuous yellow, blinking once in a while. It took Hank a few moments to realise he's staring and return his eyes back to the boring building outside. Before today he didn't even know that androids can, yet alone need to sleep sometimes, and somehow now one of them was doing exactly that on the backseats of the car they both were sharing. It was another minute of complete silence before he noticed that Connor was breathing. Hank already knew that about androids, they all did. Ironically, if they didn't it would have been far more noticeable. So, that piece of knowledge was nothing new to Hank, and yet somehow he never really paid attention to it. Until now.

He wonders if it's just something androids only do to appear more human or if there's some practical meaning behind it as well. He should not forget to ask Connor about it next time he's awake. Or...hell, why not just search it up. He glances back at the building, then takes his phone out and spends the next few hours alternating between looking outside at the building and reading about how on earth was his android partner even functioning. Perhaps he'll learn more about things he don't know. Perhaps one day they'll even prove to be useful.

#dbh #dbh connor #dbh hank #platoniconk #it wasn't from my notes I literally just wrote it here in Tumblr posts so it doesn't technically qualify but still it's kinda #kinda fits #snippets from my notes #(not really but almost) #it's a bit boring but I'll post it anyway because why not

[faygodealer]

Stream of consciousness ramble (poem? Maybe? Not really lol) but there’s words in my brain and I need to get them out. So. Here’s this I think only one person will understand this and maybe they won’t still lol

You tell me you've left everything behind for this-

how often do you outrun your own skin?

Roll yourself up like a carpet,

lean over the parapet,

Don’t drop the match even when it burns

because you like the way it smells.

Crucify yourself on your suffering

Let me witness your rebirth

And then try it myself.

How do you replace yourself

atom by atom,

lungs burning smoke and car ride wind

whipping laps around our only eden left

Can’t move away from yourself when she still lives in the back of the van,

lights your cigarette for you

and hands you a beer.

She rocks in the dark,

eyes glowing like embers and watches us smoke

and pretend not to see her.

What kind of a specter haunts herself?

You think she’d find a more inviting home.

Hold her face in your hands,

scrape the kerosene running from her ears

back into her head like it'll hold this time

Don't ask why she stays

If a ghost knew how to move on

Wouldn't they?

Let the silence hang heavy in the air.

Dissolve your fantasy on my tongue,

wash your stories down with a feast.

Cut away the bruises,

either eat your pesticides or let the bugs

make home in your stomach,

not the only ones who are hungry.

Sustain yourself off of memories gone rotten,

go to bed starving when you can't bear to look at them.

Bare them on your own in the dark.

Pick stars out of your foam tile ceilings

Pick at your skin until it goes sore

Train tracks rumbling through your veins.

I'm driving along the coast,

the shoreline holds me close,

stuck at the top of this ferris wheel with you.

Thunder rolls over my hips,

eclipse my view of you

all wind in your hair,

liquid fire on your lips like liquor,

doting on little nothings.

Towns sail past

across seas of grass,

palm trees,

snowcaps.

Give me the director's cut of my own life story,

help me memorize my lines in the backseat.

Read me your bedtime fantasies and I will play along,

make believe myself any role you cast me.

Roll down the windows,

cast away our umbrella to the darkened sky,

distract me from the cold with the embers of your voice.

Let the heat of your cigarette make home on my skin,

scorched earth where there once was a garden.

Melt me down clean, build me up again,

breathe your life into my empty lungs.

Heat before a storm steams our windows,

precipitates down your cheeks,

licked clean by the cool breeze.

I roll over myself in the slow thud of a speedbump under the tires.

Shouldn’t have been walking by the road,

you tell the stain on the pitch.

Black lump in the rearview mirror fades into hindsight.

Shouldn't have been driving so goddamn fast.

When god closes the car door

he turns on the radio

and water pours out like static

but when the chandelier

shatters against the dancefloor

you're the only one still moving to the silence.

Cigarette sparks swirl a constellation over our opium den backseat,

sitting prone and scantily clad on the lap of luxury.

Call hedonism by any name you want,

I’d say if i wasnt too high to speak.

Say something pretentious and circular about

moral ambiguity and

how i dont see with clarity and

ill laugh my way through the bystander effect and

Stare into you like the sun and

let your after image eclipse the rest of my life

Pull the van into the sand and let it fill the open windows,

cover us in what was once the sea.

See stop lights and spot scenery and

throw yourself against the crashing waves

like they’ll hold you gentle,

once they see that its you.

Fall asleep in the night before,

Wake up two weeks into the wrong end of a long drive,

with cop lights

and road signs

and ghosts reflecting off glass

like shards of fire.

Tires leave ash dark stains on the melting asphalt,

you know it like the back of your hand.

Wash it free,

Fight to keep me clean,

take off your lens cap

and shift my world out of black and white,

burning color against the night,

Make love to me the whole way home.

#how it feels #Brooke gets it #maybe #words #poetry #perhaps

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 22

"Oh," I breathe.

"Is that all you have to say? I just flew five hours to see you and that's all you're going to say?" she laughs.

"Flo, I just need a minute to process this."

"Take all the time you need. I can wait a little longer. You're well worth the wait." She glances down to my lips and my breath hitches.

"Okay, time's up," I say. I step closer to her and grab her waist, pulling her body towards mine. She gasps at the sudden contact, and I search her eyes for any sign of hesitation.

"Are you gonna kiss me or not?" she asks breathlessly.

"I'm enjoying the view," I respond cheekily. I feel her hand run lightly up my arm and over my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her hand finally comes to rest on the base of my neck, and she begins to pull my head closer to hers.

We lean in and I can feel her breath fanning across my lips. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, I'm almost certain she can hear it.

A loud thump interrupts our moment and scares us so bad that we jump away from each other before our lips can meet. With furrowed eyebrows, I look towards the living room to find the source of the noise.

"Syd?" I call out as I walk towards the couch. I hear Flo following behind me, but I'm more worried about Sydney's lack of answer. "Syd," I repeat.

I walk around to the front of the couch, and see her laying on the floor, holding her head. I kneel next to her and pull her hands away from her face. "Syd, what's wrong? Talk to me please." I'm panicking but I don't let her see it, because I know I can't. I'm her mother; I have to be strong when she's hurt.

"I f-fell of the...I fell off the c- the couch," she stutters, seeming disoriented. "M-mom, my head...it hurt- it hurts."

My heart sinks. I think I forget how to breathe. I freeze. For just a moment, I freeze. But then I jump into action.

"Okay, come on, babe. Get up," I tell her. I help her stand off the floor, but it's like one side of her body isn't functioning correctly. Her left leg gives out and she begins to fall to the floor, but I catch her and pick her up.

"Y/N..." Florence begins. The look in her eyes says everything she can't. This is serious. Emergency room type of serious.

"I know." I grab my car keys off the counter. "You don't have to come. I know you probably have stuff you need to do-"

"I'm coming," she declares, leaving no room for argument. I nod and we make our way to the car. Syd falls asleep in the few minutes I'm carrying her. Florence sits in the backseat with Syd and I get in the driver's seat.

My grip on the wheel turns my knuckles white. My jaw is clenched so hard it might break. I look in the rearview mirror and Syd is leaning against Flo's side. Flo is holding her hand and rubbing her head, humming softly. The sight eases me a little bit, but not nearly enough.

We get to the hospital faster than we should have. Traffic laws be damned. As I grab Syd out of the backseat, I hand Flo a baseball cap so maybe she won't get recognized. "Thank you," she mutters.

We walk into the emergency room, Sydney on my hip and Flo walking on the other side of me. It's a blur as I speak to the nurse at the reception desk. The concerned look on his face doesn't go unnoticed by me. Something is wrong. Something has been wrong. I should've brought her here sooner.

We're stuck in the waiting room for hours. Sydney is laying across a chair, sleeping with her head on my lap. At some point, Florence grabs my shaking hand and softly rubs circles with her thumb. We don't exchange any words. What is there to say?

After two hours of waiting, we're brought to a bed in the ER. A doctor eventually comes in and does a brief checkup. Most of everything we talk about is like a dull buzz in the back of my mind. I can't stop looking at Syd. She just looks so tired.

Nausea, vomiting, fever, headaches, weakness in one side of the body, difficult speaking, sleepiness. The doctor pages the on-call neurologist. I can't breathe.

The neurologist shows up after half an hour and does a checkup. We tell him everything we told the first doctor.

Sydney gets admitted and we're brought to a room in the pediatric wing.

Florence never lets go of my hand. I'm more grateful for her steady hand in mine than she could ever imagine.

We sit in silence in the hospital room for almost an hour. I think I might get sick, but I don't. I watch Syd's sleeping form in the hospital bed, and Florence rubs small circles on my hand. I try to focus on that. On her. It helps, but not enough.

Eventually, Syd is brought to radiology for an MRI. When the neurologist comes back to the hospital room, his face is carefully neutral. It instantly puts me on edge.

Florence and I stand hand-in-hand in the hall as he talks to me. She offered to give me privacy, but I need her to keep me upright. I go pale as he explains what they found on the scans. A tumor. A brain tumor. Glioblastoma. Rare, but the most common brain tumor in adults. Aggressive. Needs to be caught early. Did we catch it early enough?

Eventually I interrupt his calm explanation. "What are the chances of survival?" My tone is quiet, calm, cold. It doesn't shake. The doctor sighs.

"You have to understand that this is a very difficult kind of brain cancer to treat. The tumor isn't in a defined area, so it's hard to identify the borders-"

"Just tell me. Don't sugarcoat it," I request evenly.

"The average 5-year survival rate in pediatric cases is 20%."

I don't say a damn thing. I look at the wall next to us. There's a chip in the paint. It's yellow and ugly against the soft baby blue color.

"I'll give you some time before we discuss treatment options," he says before he walks away. Florence gently turns me away from the wall to face her. She cups my face in her hands as tears softly drip down my cheeks. She wipes them with her thumbs without saying a word.

She pulls me against her body and I bury my head in the crook of her neck. Her strong arms wrap around me and rub my shaking body to calm the sobs. She doesn't tell me that everything will be okay. And I'm so thankful for that.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh

[dracosgirl223]

Going home

{ Part three of firstborn}

It's the next morning after you gave birth to your baby girl, and you,

Draco, and Emmy are inseparable. during that time you sent an owl

to Your best friend Aurelia {Aka Your bestie Aurelia Gryffindor who is

a descendant of Godrick Gryffindor} Telling her that you gave birth to

your daughter, and she immediately replies by saying she'll be there

in six hours! You cannot wait to see her, and she cannot wait to see

Emmy! Draco grabs your suitcase, and he holds the baby as a nurse

helps you into a wheelchair. the nurse escorts you, your baby, and

Draco to your car, and Draco carefully puts Emmy in her little pink car

seat-cradle-thing. {What?! I didn't know what it was called!} He helps

you into the backseat, so you are now sitting next to your daughter.

He tells the nurse thank you, and she wheels the wheelchair back

inside. Emerald opens her eyes and looks right at you with wondering, green eyes. you look over at her, and smile, tearing up a

bit. " *gasps* oh. Hi, baby" You whisper, kissing her forehead gently. Draco looks back at you and kisses your cheek. "Ready to go

cupcake?" he asks sweetly. He'll call you this from time to time, in a

precious moment. "Ready." You confirm, buckling in the tiny baby,

and yourself, wincing as the seatbelt pushes against your once baby-

pregnant stomach. Draco turns his head in concern at your sound "A-

are you alright??" His face is almost nerve-wrecked as if you were to

give birth all over again. " sweetheart, I'm fine, just in a bit of pain

considering I just gave birth like...8 hours ago" You laugh. he sighs in

relief and starts driving home VERY carefully. As soon as you get

home, he rushes to his daughter's side, and takes her inside "hey!"

You yell laughing, "What about me?!" while he is inside, he takes the

baby into her nursery, and places her into her soft, light pink, cozy

crib. he plays a classical song called "Clair de Lune," and she almost

immediately falls asleep. he smiles down at her, and walks back

outside to you. "Where is she?" You ask "Sleeping." He replies. "No

way." "Yes way" He confirms. You pat him on the back "A true father"

you giggle as he carries you inside, and onto the couch. you sigh

calmly as he hands you a cup of tea from the kitchen, and puts his

arm around you. "Is this what heaven feels like Draco?" you ask in a

relaxed tone. "Yeah. I'm pretty sure it is.

#draco x y/n #baby

[moonlightchn]

October 5th, 2023

"Blood makes you

related.

But loyalty makes you

family"

The youngest lets his cigarette fall, stepping on it to turn it off as the last of the trio finally arrives, rushing towards the car parked outside his place as his arms wave in the air in greeting. Classic Channie.

It's chilly outside, some wind messing up the boy's curls as he apologizes, out of breath, explaining something about his toad and how it attempted to escape its enclosure again as the group finally settles inside the car to begin their small trip. It's not late, not early either. Just in time, Chan would say.

The blonde sits behind the wheel as usual, knowing the road to their special place by heart. Chris next to him, head leaning against the window, slight smile on his face as he stares at the world go by. And Channie, of course, sprawled in the backseat, takes over the stereo–. The way out of town filled with K-pop and bad singing bouncing off the windows.

It's been a while since they've last been here. Usually, they come for their birthdays, but the last few years have been messy. Or different? Channie shifts right away, speeding down the path on the forest as the other two follow behind, walking peacefully. It's been a while, but each time remains unique. Unforgettable.

They talk a lot at the cabin, sitting on the ran down porch as night creeps up on them, sharing a meal inside as the air grows cold. They talk a lot as time slips by, and suddenly, hours are lost to the memories, news, hopes, and dreams. Lost to the laughs, the cheers, and the tears. They don't get to do this anymore–. They don't get to just disappear for the night, not existing for a day before going back to their lives. They don't get to be quiet or be together as much. And so it's times like this, when they get to allow each other a minute, that they remember.

Blood makes you related, but family isn't always about blood. Sometimes, you just recognize someone. It is the people standing beside you when no one else is, the people you confide in when the world falls and breaks at your feet. It is the people you don't have to hide from, that takes you under their wing and protects you no matter what wrong you do. It is the people who hold you accountable without breaking you down, who teaches you a better way without having to, who celebrates your wins with you, and supports you through your losses. Family is not the last name you're born into, neither the people you choose to surround yourself with. But it is those you can be free with. Those you place trust and love on.

Blood makes you related, but it is loyalty that makes you family.

Chan's the last one to arrive at his place, having dropped off the others first to make sure they went back home safe. Channie sends a selfie minutes later, his boyfriend woken up abruptly as the younger laid on top of him upon arrival. Chris is dropped off next, the lights on his place lighting up before he even hops off the car, his girl waiting for him as she always does when he's out late.

The wolf smiles as he walks into his home, the soft scent of his little fox filling up the air as he finds her asleep on the couch. He told her not to wait for him awake, but who is he to stop her from doing so?

As the three lay in bed, finally ready to get some rest, a message comes in on the group chat, two phones ringing through the silence with unexpected news.

"I'm engaged."

#Chan's diary #channie speaks #chris rants

[simplynotcapable]

so if Visenya, Baelon, Monty, and Brigit (bringing their chihuahuas/yorkies/whatever Vyper and Winter are if you want, Vyper reads major chihuahua or pomeranian energy to me) all went on one of those multi-day road trips from LA to NYC (or wherever, you pick), how would it go? Who hogs the aux cord? Who gets snack crumbs everywhere? Who is anal about being the one to drive, who tries to avoid driving whenever possible? Anyone get carsick?

this is so funny to think about you have no idea. i've been wheezing for thirty minutes

I'm of the opinion that fics where the dragons are cars are superior to the ones where they're pets, so the road trip is actually happening IN either Vyper/Wynter.

Monty is like an old lady driver because he's terrified of getting into an accident. Exactly at the speed limit or under it at all times, never forgets to use his blinkers, both hands on the wheel, adjusts the mirrors every time he gets in the car.

Brigit? Okay driver. Nothing major. Speeds a little sometimes.

Baelon and Visenya? MENACES.

Baelon's a really good driver, but he also takes turns SO FAST and has such deep animosity towards everyone else on the road that it stresses everybody out. Just "and then this worthless motherfucker, what do they even think they're doing, bitch I WILL HIT YOU WITH THE CAR" and then Brigit's like "bro that is a 76 year old man stopped at a stop sign CALM DOWN"

Visenya's just. Bad. She's terrible. She speeds and she takes curves like a madwoman and she gets distracted playing with the radio and talking, she does not use her blinker and forgets to check her blindspot like 98% of the time. Two fingers on the wheel. Has driven with her knees before while trying to fix her eyeliner. The fact that she has never been in a car crash is entirely because sometimes Baelon just grabs the wheel.

("Fucking--brake lights, slow down!"

"I saw it, Monty, I saw it! God, I passed my test before you, you know, you don't have to act like--"

"Your dad paid the instructor!"

"That was unrelated!")

Brigit has to stop to pee like. So often. Baelon is so aggravated every single time. Usually they stop at like a gas station for her to use the bathroom, and she buys a slushie while she's there which just makes her need to pee again, and it's a vicious, terrible cycle.

Whoever is in shotgun (they take that in shifts) has control of the music, but everyone else is constantly complaining about it.

Monty listens to the weirdest mix of Taylor Swift, jazz, and heavy metal, and no one knows what the fuck they're supposed to do with that.

Visenya plays stupid things because she's annoying, like Yo Gabba Gabba soundtrack type shit, and then will randomly hit them with a weird ass indie band no one has ever heard of but is??? So good???

Baelon likes Nickelback, and he'll just randomly have Disney soundtrack songs on his playlists with no explanation.

Brigit listens to German pop music. She does not speak German. She refuses to elaborate.

They survive solely on junk food and random gas station fruit until they reach their destination, but they're all pretty good about not making too much of a mess. No one gets carsick except Monty--and that's just because he keeps trying to read in the car, he's fine once he gives up. Visenya keeps stealing Baelon's sunglasses. At one point, Brigit forgets her wallet on the gas station counter and they have to double back an hour to pick it up. Monty buys a spray bottle and uses it whenever it's Visenya and Baelon's turn to sit in the backseat because if they start making out it's going to get awkward. Visenya and Monty are always cold but Brigit and Baelon are always hot, so the AC is a knockdown dragout fight. Monty falls asleep and Baelon draws dicks on his arm.

[guilty-pleasures-and-dead-doves]

[Free Wolf, She-Wolf] Chapter 8

Chapters post

Chapter 7: To love and to cherish

[Chapter 8] The running of the bull

Sundown, on the Lungmen Ring Expressway. The Pides family Butler fought off a wave of Deja Vu as he experienced something so unchanged amidst the obvious changes.

He once more glanced up at the rear-view mirror to look at his former employer's son. After the young master had taken MountainComm Trade independent of Mountain Dash Logistics, Eurill Pides had requested the Butler follow his son as his new direct employer. "I want to have someone I trust watching out for him."

"Young master, I understand the Emperor's importance as a client, but do you really not want to reschedule? You seem to be falling asleep."

Bison smiled gratefully. "I'm fine, Butler. I'm just thinking."

The Butler met Bison's eyes through the mirror as long as he dared before looking back to the road ahead. "Please excuse me, sir, but perhaps you might consider delegating responsibility for this collaboration with Penguin Logistics and New Volsinii? You're already so busy with New Siesta."

"It's fine," Bison insisted, sitting up straighter and more awake in his seat. "I needed to take a break anyway." For an informal meeting with friends, he'd gladly set aside his 'business clothes' for his more casual streetwear, topped with his old, comfortable white jacket.

The Butler limited his exasperation to one sardonically-raised eyebrow. "Young master, do you understand the definition of 'overworking'?"

"Of course I do," Bison insisted with only the mildest of impatience and offense.

The Butler raised his other eyebrow. "I do not believe most people — including medical professionals — would consider setting aside one project and picking up a different, equally-challenging project, to constitute a 'break'. Especially when it involves changing your schedule on such short notice."

"Most people aren't the president and CEO of MountainComm Trade," Bison replied, but not at all like a boast. He spoke the words as if stating his god-given duty to the world. As the Butler might speak of his own position as the Pides Butler.

"And like you said, the Emperor is an important client. If he insists on a such a short-notice meeting, it usually means that he wants to talk about a big opportunity with an extremely limited window of time."

"Or," the Butler said with emphasis, "It is just another one of his pranks."

Bison laughed. "It might be! But if it is, then won't I be taking a real break after all?"

Instead of answering, the Butler began looking sharply in the mirrors. Bison began reaching for his shield before his Butler asked if he had brought it.

"It can't be the Sicilians again," Bison said, twisting around in his seat to look out the back window. "Not after two years."

The Butler stepped harder on the accelerator and began jerking the steering wheel, trying to pull ahead and weave between the other cars on the road. "No, I think I recognize those two cars and their drivers as belonging to that one family. The one that met with your father at your last birthday party. They talked about arranging a marriage between you and their daughter."

Bison gave him an incredulous backwards glance. "Even if they wanted me dead, wouldn't they wait until after the marriage?"

"Judging by the way the shooters in the backseats are aiming at our tires, I don't think they want to kill us, only strand us."

Bison activated one of his shield's original integrated functions; a dedicated Arts unit that used a beacon light to draw the attention of anyone who saw it… and thus also their fire.

As the first bolt pierced the rear windshield, Bison asked, "And why would they want to strand us on the road?"

Rather than sounding stressed, the Butler's voice came across rather droll. "Perhaps they have been keeping tabs on the young master's recent comings and goings, and realized that every time he meets with the Emperor at the headquarters of Penguin Logistics, he is surrounded by beautiful young women?"

Bison blushed.

As the third bolt pierced the windshield and struck his shield, he protested. "They all see me as a little kid, or even a little brother!" Two more bolts.

"Exusiai's a sankta, Sora's an idol and only has eyes for Texas, I have no idea what's going on between Texas and Lappland, and Croissant only cares about money!" Seven more bolts.

The rear windshield fell completely apart under the fusillade, but by then Bison's device also gave up the ghost. He kept holding the shield up to catch any stray missiles, but their enemies returned their aim to the car's rear tires.

"Yes, you've told me as much," the Butler replied drily, as the tires finally gave way and he began fighting the steering wheel to bring the car safely to the side of the road, out of traffic. The two of them then watched as the two enemy cars, seeing their mission was complete, roll up their windows, pass them by, and speed off. "But I'm afraid that not everyone else is as familiar with the ladies as you are."

Bison punched the inside of his shield. "This is so childish!"

"Your father never did think highly of that family," the Butler agreed, quietly putting away his own weapon and pulling out his pocket-terminal. "Shall I call Penguin Logistics and inform them we will not be making it tonight?"

"No," Bison declared bullishly, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I said I would be there, and I'm not going back on my word just because of someone's immature, petty, half-baked scheming."

The Butler sighed as his young master stepped out of the car and walked around to the trunk at its rear. With both rear tires destroyed, the one spare wouldn't be enough even if a bolt hadn't pierced it as well. That would leave 'the backup option'.

He honestly hoped the ruffians had managed to destroy the backup option while they were at it, but he didn't hold his breath.

====

Back at Penguin Logistic's penthouse, in one of the rooms with a window-wall, Texas watched the busy roads below for Bison's arrival. She paced the floor, half out of restlessness, and half to continue accustoming herself to high-heeled shoes.

Sora occasionally glanced out the same window, but mostly she devoted her attention to Texas.

After the previous morning's meeting, the Emperor had handed the girls his personal credit-card and sent them out shopping. "Sky's the limit, but — Croissant, look me in the eyes — only for decking out Texas and Sora."

"That ain't fair, Baws!"

"Ain't it? You tryin' to get married too?"

Sora had taken to the mission like a woman possessed. She might never get another opportunity to treat her personal idol as a willing dress-up doll, especially since Texas almost never wore anything pretty or sexy on her own.

"I really liked your Siracusan suit," Sora assured Texas as she handed her the first dress to try on. Croissant and Exusiai were elsewhere in the store, hunting for accessories and shoes. "But you'll look so lovely in these!"

Texas held the dress in her hands a moment, trying to mentally work out how to put it on. "Once upon a time, I wanted to wear dresses like these. When I was still little, and wore 'little girl' dresses."

Sora bit her lip, weighing whether or not to ask.

Texas held the dress over her body, examining herself in a mirror. "After my father decided I was old enough to begin learning how to fight, I didn't have... 'time' for dresses of any sort. Especially after I had to start wearing suits for official famiglia business." Her transporter career in Lungmen had also encouraged practical streetwear.

Sora put a hand lightly on Texas' shoulder. "But what do you want now?"

Texas threw her a tiny, reassuring smile. "Suits are fine for battle." Otherwise, Leon's gift — exquisite quality be damned — could stay in the closet to gather dust and moths, along with her other old habits. "But I'll still prefer my usual threads."

She stepped into the changing closet, saying, "I don't know how comfortable I can find dresses anymore, but I'm going to try." Not just for Bison's sake, but also her own. And Sora's, apparently.

Texas reached out to draw the curtain shut, but stopped. Sora felt a jolt as Texas looked her in the eye, and began undressing openly in front of her.

Sora blushed furiously and threw the curtain shut herself. She hissed, "Texas! We're in public!"

Texas left the curtain closed, but Sora could hear the smile in her voice. "That's not going to stop me, Mia Stellina."

Sora squirmed, but mastered herself and stomped her foot. Still hissing, she said, "I'm not ready to 'graduate', Texas! And we're on a deadline."

"Later, then," Texas promised as a sincere warning.

They did not go the rest of the last two days without a few caresses and kisses, but the near-constant presence of their coworkers did more to keep them under control than concerns about time or getting caught by strangers.

Such heady memories ran through Sora's head as she watched the way Texas' dress slid and stretched across her body, as the high-heels emphasized the lines of her stalking legs.

She snapped fully back to the present as Texas stepped up to the window, focusing on something down below.

The lupo had been keeping an eye out for the Pides family's usual car. Instead, she saw a small flash of white bobbing up and down as it approached on a sidewalk. It should have been nothing, but she heeded her suspicion and stared until it was confirmed. "Really?"

"What is it?" Sora asked, looking in the same direction. Her hands flew to her mouth to stifle a surprised giggle.

Texas stopped just short of planting her furrowing brow on the pane of glass to get a clearer look of Bison Pides, mounted on a humble bicycle, pumping his legs as hard as possible.

"Is this a joke?" Texas wondered, trying to decide if she should feel outraged or amused.

"I didn't tell anyone," Sora offered. Correctly intuiting the lupo's feelings, Sora tried to hide her own amusement lest Texas think she was laughing at her.

The former mafiosa stared down at her approaching prey, growing comfortable with the humor of the situation. But she still had a use for the fierceness of the nascent outrage.

Texas promised, "I am going to eat that boy."

Sora said nothing until her imagination started worrying her. "You do mean sexually, right?"

Texas' chuckle chilled her spine.

"Right?!"

====

On the roof above Texas and Sora, Exusiai had spotted Bison first, with her binoculars. She picked up her pocket-terminal and keyed a group call. "Boss, we got a problem. Something happened to Bison's car, he's approaching on a bicycle, and I'm pretty sure he's being tailed."

Croissant incredulously responded, "The Sicilians again?"

Exusiai checked her rappelling gear first, then readied her rarely-used sniper-rifle, using the scope in place of the binoculars.

"Nah. Different kind of cars, no suits. If it's them, they finally started blending in."

From her own hiding place on the ground, Croissant said, "I got eyes on Bison. Damn, I forgot how hard he can book it."

Exusiai reported, "Whoever they are, they're not shooting at him or trying to run him over. They wanna stop him but have no idea how do it." She laughed as she briefly scoped out Bison's face. "Bison knows it; he looks so pissed off!"

"Not worth takin' a shot?"

Exusiai set her rifle down, checked her rappelling gear again, and approached the ledge of the roof. "Yeah, I don't want to make them panic and do something really stupid. I'm on my way down."

"Naw, I got this," Croissant replied, as she hefted her weapons and walked off the sidewalk, into the busy street. A bystander car blared its horn as it swerved to avoid her, as did the one after it.

Bison had gotten close enough that she could see his face reveal the moments he spotted her, recognized her, and trusted that she had a plan. He veered off of the sidewalk and onto the lane she was clearing, right in front of one of the cars pursuing him.

She held her hammer and shield up, trying to make sure the enemy driver saw her, and then set the butt of her shield to the ground with one arm while rearing her hammer back with the other. She glared at the driver's side of the windshield with a smile full of teeth.

They chickened out first, slamming on the breaks rather than risk manslaughter or destruction.

The second car, boxing Bison in from the adjacent lane, considered continuing pursuit until Croissant activated her hammer's rockets and swung into that lane. She timed it avoid a passing bystander's car, but her second, follow-through swing would arrive just in time for her adversary.

They also slammed on the breaks.

"Thanks!" Bison shouted as he zoomed past her.

"I'll put it on yer tab!" Croissant shouted back with a smile, and he knew that she meant it. Never mind her own, larger 'tab' with him; but he would worry about that later.

He gladly relaxed his pedaling as he approached the base of the tower where Penguin Logistic lodged.

Yith was standing attentively outside the public doors. "Hello, Mister Bison," he pleasantly called. "Would you like me to take your shield and bicycle?"

"Please," the young forte wheezed, dismounting and dropping to his knees on the ground, gasping for air. People passing by on the sidewalk sometimes gave him curious looks, but anyone entering or exiting the building itself ignored him.

Yith held the bike up as he slipped one hand through the shield's strap, then pointed up to the roof with his free hand. "Miss Exusiai would like you to know that she kept an eye on you from above the whole time."

Bison flopped to the ground on his back, looking up to see a tiny figure waving down from over the roof's ledge. He gave a tired wave back until Exusiai disappeared.

"We're in no rush," Yith assured their guest. "We'll provide you water and towels in our headquarters, but for now, please take your time to catch your breath."

Bison showed him a heartfelt Thumbs Up.

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Chapter 9: Step into my parlour...

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[daincrediblegg]

Hey guys.

I wanted to make an official announcement on the Fanfic/Fanart front.

I've decided I'm gonna take an indefinite hiatus from these things until I'm actually feeling it again. Lately I've been feeling a little boxed in with my own stuff and way burnt out on just trying to push through it without addressing the root of the myriad problems that brought it up, and I'm tired of trying and getting anxious not just about what others are expecting from my writing, but what I'm expecting from myself as well. I'm just not in the headspace to do this anymore, and doing things the way I have been has not been sustainable- and I've elected to instead take a long ass break, play some videogames, work on some stuff that isn't in the fandom sphere for a while, and see how I feel if something gets my gears going again.

I'm not physically going anywhere or deactivating though. I want to make that perfectly clear. I'm an original tumblrina: the cockaroaches of the internet. You'd have to obliterate this entire website to get rid of me and even then I'd probably find a way to wayback machine this website so I can still look at posts. And it's still totally fine to interact with my shit and send me asks and stuff- all I'll ask is no more requests/asks about fics I said I'd do but haven't. It's part of the reason I've been feeling the pressure lately and man... I'd rather just hang out and chat for now about things I'm genuinely getting enthusiastic about. Aight? Aight.

And in closing this PSA I'll say this: I love you all. I love this blog. I love the friends I've made being here and I love you whacky little funny people a lot. Things have been rough for everybody it seems- especially lately, but they are gonna get better for me and for you. I'm gonna try to make them better for sure on my end. And I certainly hope that by existing this way for a while y'all get a much needed laugh of relief out of it too. That won't change. And my previous works aren't going anywhere either. And when I feel like whatever I want to do suits me again, you can bet your ass I'll be back to terrorize you all.

But until then, take a deep breath with me y'all. And relax. We're gonna crawl out through the fallout. We've got this. Take it easy.

#gonna pin this one so hopefully folks see it who need to see it #hiatus announcement #also ofc asks telling me my f/o's are in love with me are still most certainly always welcome lmao #I'm just tired of getting stressed out about possibly having to write a fic about it is all #like I'm falling asleep at the wheel it's time to take a backseat on this shit y'know??? yeah. #anyway once again I love you all

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

➷ a star called you — chapter 42: “big brain era”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): fluff, band txt, college au, smau (this chapter is semi). wc: 1,1k. warning(s): food pictured; not proof read, typo in twt too lazy to change. disclaimer: NO i do not support idolxidol shipping! this is just for the purposes of the story. an: i'm gonna pull a cia and dip after this so don't hate me too much 😁

[06:11 pm] — “so what did you want to talk about?” you asked after shoving your phone into your pocket with a huff. taehyun was like a doting mother, which was rather ironic considering the way he always ruthlessly blunt with no remorse. you’d eventually concluded by the time you got to high school (and after incidental and intense exposure to japanese pop culture) that taehyun was simply, just tsundere.

subin caught the light chuckles slipping from your lips and stole glimpses at you from the corners of his eyes. you seemed comfortable, or atleast that’s what he was hoping for. the look in your eyes when he had arrived to pick you up from the store was still fresh in his mind: surprise mixed with the tiniest bit of anxiousness that you attempted to conceal with a smile. it was a god-sent that his sister made him babysit, otherwise, if he had been alone, he was sure you would have run away.

his hands tightened around the steering wheel and he sighed, “we’ll talk when we get there. it’ll only be a minute.”

you kept your eyes on the passing buildings outside. the sun had just tucked itself beyond the mountains and night fall was quickly decending upon the city. the sinage of the stores lining the street were beginning to flicker on and the pavements were beginning to fill up with those coming from work, from school, and those heading out with or to friends and family.

the temperature was starting to drop, so you rolled up the window and glanced toward yina, subin’s niece, in the backseat. she was fast asleep, features relaxed peacefully, worn out from all the excitment, the sight making you smile fondly. if it weren’t for her, you couldn’t imagine what would have happened. despite reassuring your friends and taehyun that everything was okay and that you were fine, truthfully, being with subin made you feel uneasy.

the car turned, rolling down an incline and into the underground parking lot of a building. when the realization that it could only be Alice that you had arrived at, adrenline pumped through your veins and the edges of your lips tugged into a huge grin. this feeling chases away any worries and concerns plaguing your mind, to make room for but one nearing reality: you were going to see beomgyu.

the minute subin turned off the engine you would have charged for the elevator you’d been eyeing like a bird of prey, if it were not for the fact that he kept the car doors locked. you fiddled with the handle before snapping your head in his direction with a peeved pout.

his laughter echoed off the walls in the parking lot, “we still have to talk, silly.”

“o-oh, right,” you blushed, slowly reclining back to the leather of the seat and hoping it would swallow you whole.

subin prayed the overhead lights didn’t show the begrudging expression forcing it’s way into his face no matter how hard he tried to remain unstirred. did he ever make you feel this way? he didn’t know whether to believe he did or didn’t was better, either theory made him upset.

“i wanted to aplogize,” he started, gulping before he continued, “for what happened in the past. i was really immature. a-and stupid,” he frowned at the steering wheel, his breath becoming unsteady, “i didn’t deserve you— i still don’t. you opened up to me and told me things, things that take alot of courage to share, and i threw all of that back in your face. i was insecure because to me you were someone... perfect. i didn’t think i was good enough and yet i had the audacity to act like i was”

you nodded along as he spoke, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. he went quiet for a moment, before he turned to face you fully, the leather beneath him squeaking, “i know i don’t have the right to say this, but i still love you. the parts that are the same and those that have changed. through all these years, i guess i didn’t think about it because i just thought i’d never see you again. but when i saw you again... i didn’t want to let you go.”

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you squeezed your eyes shut and sighed, “subin...”

“i-i’m not finished,” he frowned. he hestitated, then put a hand on your shoulder, “i was a really bad boyfriend, but i didn’t break up with you because of... you. my mom—”

“i know,” you smiled, genuinely, placing a hand over his before removing it from it’s place. you still couldn’t believe you weren’t guilty, “it’s okay. i was really foolish too. you only did what you did because i wasn’t considerate enough of the way you felt.”

subin’s frown deepened and he clenched his fists. he might not have been the only one who made you this way, but the fact that he contributed at all frustrated him.

“yn, no, you—”

“let’s go before we miss him, yeah?” you patted his shoulder before stepping out of the vehicle. subin groaned internally. he felt like he hadn’t made any progress. after running his fingers through his hair a few times, and making sure he didn’t wake yina, he stepped out of the car.

he was in the middle of locking the car, when he found you frozen in your tracks. he arched a brow, walking toward you and tapping your shoulder. you didn’t even flinch. he followed your eyes to the scene infront of the glass doors to the company.

ryujin skipped out with her arm hooked into beomgyu’s and her head resting on his shoulder as they both shook with laughter. a black van pulled up that subin assumed had come to pick her up, and beomgyu pulled away from her, patting her head with a smile. in the middle of their parting conversation, ryujin reached up and brushed some of the hair from his face. subin’s eyes widened and he could feel your shoulders shake.

subin looked back to them just as ryujin got into the van, but she paused, leaning back to look him dead in the eye. she waved, mouthing, thanks for the recommendation.

beomgyu followed ryujin’s eyes and scowled finding subin standing there. he waved goodbye as she left and walked over to him with his hands in his pockets. subin panicked, looking around him, but you vanished.

“fancy seeing you here,” beomgyu squinted into his car and grinned, “new partner? ready to leave yn alone now?”

subin gave his shoulder a hard shove, “keep acting so friendly with other people and you’ll find out.”

yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

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[cosmicgoddesswrites]

imma just need a bit with cat burglar X Peter where Peter introduced y/n and Jude to his Aunt May.

Brb im crying in the club cuz this idea is super cute and also there's no gifs of tasm! spidey with Aunt May

It was hard to miss the way (Y/n)'s knee bounced nervously the entire ride to Aunt May's home. Peter also had to hold one of her hand's in his while the other gripped the steering wheel of his car, he knew if she didn't have one hand occupied she would pick at her nails.

She stared silently out the window while Jude chattered away in the backseat, admiring all of the houses they passed on the drive to Aunt May's. Once the car came to a stop, Jude practically glued himself to the car window.

"Is this the one?" He asked excitedly, already unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Yup! That's Aunt May's," Peter responded proudly as he turned off the car. He noticed (Y/n) made no move to unbuckle her seatbelt while she stared at the house. Peter bit his lip, then turned to look over his shoulder into the backseat at Jude. "Buddy, I gotta talk to mommy real quick. Earphones?"

Jude nodded and reluctantly put on his headphones, then relaxed back into his seat while Peter played The Strokes on the old iPod of his that he had gifted Jude.

Peter shifted his attention to (Y/n) and lightly squeezed her hand. "What's wrong...?"

(Y/n) hung her head and stared at her lap. "I'm nervous... I really want her to like me. I know she'll like Jude but I'm a different story..."

Peter's eyebrows furrowed, "She's going to love you...I've already told her pretty much everything about you- except for the job that we don't speak of, of course."

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, "Most moms don't like their sons to be with women who already have children of their own..."

"My Aunt May isn't like that," Peter assured. He reached forward and gently cupped (Y/n)'s cheek so she would look at him. "Everything's gonna be fine... Lets go inside before she runs out here to see what's up, okay?"

(Y/n) pursed her lips and nodded, waving down Jude so he could take off his headphones. She clutched the cake box they had brought like her life depended on it, and once Aunt May had opened the door she thought she might drop it.

"Happy birthday, Aunt May!" Peter said, quickly stepping forward and giving his aunt a big hug.

The older woman laughed while returning his embrace, "Ohh thank you, Peter. It wouldn't be a proper birthday without my boy!" She pulled out of the hug and turned her attention to (Y/n) and Jude.

"Aunt May, this is Jude and (Y/n)-"

"Oh I know," May waved him off, "I've heard so much about you two already I feel like I already know you!" She smiled. May's eyes brightened as she took them both in. "Oh, so beautiful, the two of you."

Jude, who had been shuffling his feet nervously, now smiled shyly at May. "Happy birthday!" he greeted, causing May to visibly melt at how cute he was.

"Absolutely precious," she chuckled.

(Y/n) adjusted her hold on the cake, "Happy birthday, thank you so much for having us." (Y/n) said, hoping May wouldn't notice how her voice cracked.

May's smile didn't falter as her kind eye's met (Y/n)'s, the warmth of her gaze putting (Y/n) at ease. "It's my pleasure, I've been so eager to meet you both. Come inside and make yourselves comfortable!"

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After a pleasant dinner, Peter volunteered to wash the dishes while Jude and (Y/n) sat with May in the living room. Jude had been leaning against (Y/n)'s arm, practically falling asleep on her, while she and May flipped through old photo albums of Peter.

"This was his first time ever meeting Santa, and also one of my favorite baby photos of him," May giggled while pointing at the photo.

(Y/n) couldn't help but hold back her own giggles as she studied the picture. "He looks petrified!"

May nodded, "that was the best photo they got of him that day. In all the others he was screaming his little head off, Richard and Mary couldn't get him to stop until they got home."

May flipped to the next page, to photos of Peter's first birthday. On either side of him was a man and woman, who (Y/n) assumed were his parents.

"Is that Richard and Mary...?" (Y/n) asked, glancing between May and the photo.

The older woman nodded, "Peter looks just like them, huh? A perfect mix of the two..."

"No kidding," (Y/n) breathed, unable to take her eyes off the photo "Richard was Ben's brother, right?"

May sighed softly, "He was. The two were so close when they were young, once they got older... well, they had their own paths. Peter was what kept them together."

(Y/n) felt Jude shift so his head was in her lap, finally succumbing to sleep. She gently began stroking his head then looked back at the pictures. "He was lucky to have the two of you..." (Y/n) trailed off.

May glanced between the sleeping boy and (Y/n) before speaking, "Did you grow up with your parents?"

A sad smile tugged at (Y/n)'s lips and she shook her head. "It was just me and my mom... my dad didn't want to be in the picture, so my mom moved us to New York and raised me here."

"I can't imagine," May sighed, "Your mother must be a remarkable woman for raising such a wonderful daughter."

(Y/n) felt her heart swell and she tried to bite back her smile, "It wasn't easy... We definitely had our struggles, but it made us both stronger." She paused as Jude mumbled in his sleep, "It even kinda prepared me for Jude..."

May reached forward and rested a comforting hand on (Y/n)'s knee, "He's so lucky to have you, (Y/n)... and now he has Peter and I too."

(Y/n) couldn't help but smile as she rested her hand over May's, "Thank you... He adores you already, I can tell. He's never warmed up to someone so quickly, aside from Peter."

May chuckled and shifted her hand to stroke Jude's hair out of his face. "That makes me happier than you will ever know... I've been waiting so long for Peter to bring his own family home. Now he finally has."

Unbeknownst to the two, Peter was leaning against the doorframe of the living room, watching them talk and flip through the photo album while Jude slept soundly.

After more photo browsing, the three said their goodbyes, and Peter and (Y/n) wished Aunt May one last 'Happy Birthday' before carrying Jude to their car. Peter happened to glance back at the house after getting Jude buckled into the back seat. May stood on her front porch, pointing at her ring finger with an expectant smile.

Peter couldn't help but laugh at that before rushing to get in the car and drive off before (y/n) could see. After a year of Aunt May practically begging him to bring (Y/n) and Jude to meet her, Peter predicted she would start begging him to hurry and propose.

#tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #asks

[kyber-crystal]

department of matchmaking || s.r

summary: in which you’re asked by aunt may to babysit peter while she’s away at a business conference & steve tags along. peter, being the innocent smol bean he is, tries to get you and the Captain together.

words: ~3.1k

warnings: none, just fluff & a little matchmaking spider-man :) and OH steve’s blue jacket heheh. tony’s your dad in this oop cant resist a stark child. shhh CW never happened bc i’m still in denial 

Peter: Aunt May says she has a couple errands to run so she won't be back until later this afternoon. Can you pick me up? School just ended.

You: Of course!

Peter: Ned and I are planning on building the Lego Death Star tonight. I know you're a sucker for building stuff :)

You: You know me so well, kiddo. I'm definitely in. How could I miss out on our weekly date nights?

Peter: You're the best! See you soon

You: See you!

"Where are you going?"

"May's busy, so I gotta go pick Peter up from school," you explained to Steve as you slung your purse over your shoulder and grabbed the keys to your (Tony's) Audi, sliding your sunglasses on. "We're having one of our weekly Friday movie nights, and he and Ned just got a new Lego set that they want me to help construct. You wanna come along?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

You headed outside to the car together, sticking the keys into the ignition as Steve slid in next to you in the passenger's seat. "I hope you don't have anything else planned for the rest of tonight. We might be there for a while...I know we were gonna see that new action movie in theaters tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"Nope, no plans," he smiled, "I'm free for the rest of this weekend. As long as I get to spend time with you, it's okay."

You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a bit at his words. 

But you quickly brushed the thought off, knowing the last thing you were supposed to do was fall for someone after you'd just gotten over a nasty breakup.

Soon enough, you pulled up in front of Midtown High School and saw Peter standing with Ned by the curb. You rolled the window down and called out to them. "Hey, boys. Need a ride?"

"My favorite Avenger! Hi!" Ned greeted as he and Peter got into the backseat, strapping their seatbelts on.

"Ouch, I'm offended," Steve placed a hand over his chest and pretended to look hurt. "I thought I was your favorite?"

"Captain America! It's an honor!" he exclaimed. "I've heard so much about you from Peter!"

"Oh, really? I hope he only told you good things?" the super-soldier chuckled.

"Yup!"

"So, how was school?" you glanced back at the two teenagers from the rearview mirror. "Anything interesting happen?"

"No, except they actually served something edible in the cafeteria for lunch today," Peter rolled his eyes. "Which is a first."

You sighed, placing your hand back on the wheel, "School food isn't the best thing ever."

"So uh, I have a question," Ned spoke up as you headed down the street, "are you and Y/N a...thing? ‘Cause I hear a lot of fans are speculating that the kickass agent and America’s golden boy are dating."

"What? No," you and Steve replied in unison, exchanging a knowing look before bursting into laughter. "No."

"Okay..."

It was mostly quiet for the rest of the car ride back to the apartment. Peter pulled out the keys from his jacket pocket and slid it in the lock, pushing the door open and gesturing for the rest of you to come inside.

"So," he breathed out, setting his backpack down by the front door and dusting his hands off. You sat around the sofa together, glancing at the massive Lego set on the coffee table. "Here it is, in all its glory."

"How many pieces is this?" Steve questioned, looking at it in shock.

"Almost 4000."

A buzzing sound from his phone made Peter look down, swiping a few times before unlocking it and scanning over the new notification.

"May has an overnight business conference and she won't be back until tomorrow evening. She wants you to babysit," he explained as he looked up at you.

"Fine by me," you shrugged. "Cap?"

"Sure, why not."

"But I'm 15 and 8 months! I'm not a baby."

"Well, kiddo, I'm 28 and Tony treats me like a baby even though I’m not a baby anymore. Steve's going on 32, and acts like he's 12."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"Arguing like a married couple," Peter coughed, and Ned wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Cute."

"For the last time, we're not a thing," you let out an exasperated sigh, but felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you spoke.

Two hours later you were a little over halfway done with building the Death Star, and fatigue was beginning to catch up with you after you neglected your sleep schedule and pulled three all-nighters in a row bingeing Netflix with Sam.

You let out a yawn as you flipped through the instructions pamphlet, stretching your arms up in the air.

"You tired?" Steve asked. You were too tired to respond, simply leaning into him and closing your eyes.

"You can take her to the guest room. Straight down the hall, then turn right," Peter said as he noticed you'd now fallen asleep on him. "We can continue this after dinner."

Steve scooped you up into his strong arms and carried you down the hall, pushing the door to the guest room open with one hand before carefully setting you down on the bed, tucking you in.

"Sleep tight," he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left.

"Ahem. Now that she's gone," Ned cleared his throat, "time to plan on how we're supposed to get our OTP together!"

"Ned, really-"

"You should ask her out, Cap. I see the way you look at her," Peter raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean, it's clear to everyone how you feel about her, and the way she feels about you. Sam sees it, Mr. Stark sees it, heck, I think May has her suspicions as well because she wouldn't stop talking about how great of a couple you two would be over dinner last night-"

"Look, Peter, I don't think she's ready for a relationship."

"Why not?"

"She just broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. I doubt she'd be willing to date again."

"But you're her best friend! You're literally the perfect man for her!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not taking advantage of someone when they're vulnerable. That isn't right."

He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking his feet up against the coffee table, tossing a spare Lego piece up and down in one hand. "Yeah, I totally believe the great Captain America isn't in love with the great Y/N."

"She's my friend. A teammate."

"Friends with benefits!" Ned chimed in. Steve made a face at this. "No, not like that. I mean that as in, you guys do all the things that regular couples do, except you're not officially a couple. And I think that's big enough of an indication that you should get together for real."

"I'm just waiting for the right time."

"AHA!" both boys shouted. "So you are in love with her!"

"Keep it down!" he scolded. "She's asleep!"

"You didn't deny it this time..."

"Fine, whatever. What do you guys want for dinner? I'll go pick it up."

"Pizza."

"If Y/N asks where I am, just tell her I went to go get the food."

"Okay."

As soon as the door shut behind Steve, Peter and Ned's heads immediately whipped over and they faced each other, exchanging evil grins.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ned practically squealed.

"Yeah, I'm thinking what you're thinking!"

"Romantic dinner and movie night setup!" both boys whooped and hollered.

"I'll light the candles and get the napkins. May always keeps a stock of scented ones when Y/N comes over because she loves the smell of cherry blossoms."

"...I'll grab the rose petals and tablecloth."

"Rose petals?"

"Mind if I tear apart the flower on your desk?"

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Also, the regular tall candles are in the cabinet below the sink in the bathroom."

"Yessir."

Twenty minutes later, Steve came back with the pizza in hand, setting the keys on the counter and closing the door, stopping dead in his tracks as he observed the scene before him.

"What is going on?"

"We set up a date night for you two because we know you've been working hard this past week and deserved to relax," Peter explained happily. "So, here you go!"

"Peter," Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I appreciate your effort, but Y/N isn't ready for a relationship and neither one of us has feelings for the other."

"But you guys deserve a break! After working nonstop you should at least rest or something."

"Alright, alright. I'll go get Y/N. You guys set the pizza on the plates for everyone, okay?"

"Got it."

You yawned and rubbed your eyes, then stretched your arms up into the air, skidding to a halt as you observed the sight before you.

“Wh...what’s going on?”

Peter and Ned grinned from where they sat on the couch, paper plates on their laps. “We thought you deserved a nice break, so we set up a little something for you guys!”

“A romantic dinner? Why...”

"It looks pretty and gives off a relaxing mood. Why else?” Peter laughed nervously. “Now eat!”

“Okay...” you started growing suspicious, but didn’t question it, “alright, then.”

You fell into an awkward silence after that, aside from the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates and drink glasses being set back down on the table. The atmosphere felt heavier than before and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was. 

“So, uh...how have you been holding up?” Steve asked you tentatively. He knew the topic of your ex-boyfriend was still that of a rather sensitive one - you’d come storming through the elevator doors and gulped down half a bottle of vodka (you never drank, so this had everyone genuinely worried), before heading upstairs and taking a forty-five minute shower, then afterwards, proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the afternoon. 

When you wouldn’t come down for dinner, he had to carry up your food to you and when you refused to eat, he was the one to force-feed you. When you suddenly broke down sobbing when he asked you if you were alright, he was the one who held you in your arms. He was the one who got you out of bed to bring you downstairs for some fresh air and to interact with the others, and not once during the time he was having to take care of you for, did he question any of your behavior. You were hurting and that was all that mattered. If you were hurting, he was hurting, too.

“It’s been a rough eight weeks...” you sighed, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you took a sip of wine. “Could be better, but...I’m alright. I just wish I could’ve seen that coming from the moment I went on that blind date with him.”

“What do you mean?” Steve was confused - you’d never mentioned any details of your relationship, you were a very private person, for that matter. You rarely ever opened up to anyone. “I thought you were...”

“Happy? Hell no, I don’t even know why I stayed,” you scoffed as you took another swing of your drink. “It was so easy to fall into a routine. There was this gaping hole in my heart, and...I needed it to be filled somehow. Then Agent Williams comes along, a seemingly perfect new SHIELD recruit, almost everything a girl could possibly want in a man standing right in front of me...how could I not fall for his façade? I didn’t realize it was doomed from the start until about a week into the relationship...but I held my tongue. I knew if I dared to speak up against him, he’d somehow manage to use my words against me, twist everything I said into a whole new lie...he manipulated me, day after day...yet I still didn’t leave because I genuinely believed he’d change. 

“But I was wrong. I was naïve, I stayed because I was so desperate to experience true happiness that I went as far as to stay with someone I knew would do a number on my mental health in the long run. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I walked into HQs one day to drop stuff of for Coulson, to see Williams on top of someone else...in the gym. In the gym...of all places. I only didn’t blast him because I didn’t want to destroy Fury’s property. So I slapped him and left. That’s it. This whole...fling, or whatever the hell you want to call this shitty relationship, lasted only twenty-six days before everything fell apart. God, I’m so stupid - I should’ve known. I was so stupid, I’m such a horrible person for doing what-”

Steve felt his blood boil with anger. Williams had cheated on you - that’s why you’d broken up. All this time he’d been thinking that you simply fell out of love, or maybe ended it on friendlier terms - when in fact, it was anything but.

Nobody deserved to be treated this way, especially you. I could treat you much better, he thought to himself.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, reaching a hand up to wipe the stray tears that fell from your eyes. Instead of letting his hand fall back at his side right away, he let it linger there for a moment, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. The feeling sent electricity up his fingers. “It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person...he is.”

“Shit, I think our plan’s backfiring,” Peter hissed into Ned’s ear as they watched the scene unfold from the couch. “What the fuck, Ned!”

“Shh! Hold on, they’re having a really deep conversation. Let them be for a second.”

“I was stupid enough to stay, when he was giving off all the wrong signs...I should’ve listened to Tony and Nat. They knew. They knew from the moment we first got together, but I didn’t listen...”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know any better,” he reassured you, absentmindedly taking your hand in his and rubbing circles across your palm, “you just wanted to be happy. To experience that feeling that came along with being in a relationship. Frankly, I think I would’ve done the same thing.”

“And what makes me feel even worse,” your voice caught in your throat as you spoke, “...were my true intentions of staying. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But I realized I’d never achieve that with someone like him...in a way, I was using him too, I guess. Not for my personal gain or anything, not to boost my social status, like he did...he always made a point of walking around and declaring that he had an Avenger girlfriend. But...”

“But what?”

“I knew if I was in a relationship with someone, that’d prevent me from thinking about being with anyone else. Well...that plan failed...horribly.”

“...What are you saying?”

“Of course, I didn’t figure that out until not long ago...but yeah. The heart wants what it wants...and it didn’t want him.”

“Then who was it?”

Your gaze flickered down to your now-intertwined fingers. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “...I think you know who it is, Steve.”

“See!” Ned kicked Peter in the shin as he was in the middle of finishing off his second slice, and he winced. “It’s getting saucy!”

“Ow!” 

“I think we both know,” Steve murmured. 

You let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. “I don’t know why I tried pursuing a relationship that wouldn’t fulfill me in the long run. I should’ve known it was you all along, huh? You know me like the back of your hand. For Odin’s sake, you remembered every detail of my SHIELD file, my favorite color, my exact birth date, everything there is to know about me. It’s always been you-”

“...It broke my heart to see you with someone who wasn’t me,” he said quietly.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to feel like I was meddling in your love life. I know you hate it when people do that.”

“Steve-”

“I knew you weren’t as happy as you let on. I shouldn’t have stayed silent...I should’ve at least said something. I was terrified to speak up, thinking that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings-”

“You...you what?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m in love with you.”

Peter let out a squeak. Ned chucked a pillow at him, a giddy look on his face.

“Good news,” you laughed, “because I’m in love with you too.”

“FINALLY!” Ned whooped, unable to contain his excitement for any longer. He and Peter exchanged a fist-bump. “FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY! I can’t believe our ship finally sailed! Though I gotta be honest, I had no idea pizza could bring out people’s true feelings like that.”

“We’re geniuses!” Peter squealed, pulling out his phone.. “Oh, wait until Mr. Stark hears about this!”

Your eyes widened in realization. “Peter, don’t you dare c-”

Too late. A buzzing sound came from your phone, alerting you of a new notification, and you unlocked it to see a text from your father. 

Mr. Stank😡: Took you long enough, honey. I expect a grandchild soon.

Mr. Stank😡: But I’m gonna be honest, I wouldn’t want any other man for you than Capsicle himself.

You let out a loud groan, shoving your phone back into your purse. “Oh, come on.”

A buzzing sound came from Steve’s phone as well, and he took it out of his pocket to take a look. 

Stark: You better not knock her up until after you get married and then leave. I learned that lesson too late. I’m being serious when I’m telling you to treat her right - she hasn’t been the same since her mother walked out all those years ago. You make her happy, though, so I won’t try to intervene.

Stark: But if you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your face. Capiche?

Steve: ...Capiche.

“Ooh! I just got a promotion for telling him about you guys!” Peter clasped his hands together. “I’m joining you on your next group mission!”

“That’s great, Peter!” you congratulated, “but...why would he give you a promotion for...this?”

“Because he’s been waiting for this to happen for the longest time! Oh and also, your food’s getting cold.”

“We could just reheat it. Or...if you guys are still hungry, do you want to go to Olive Garden?” Steve looked over at the two teenage boys. 

“YES.”

“Y/N, what about you?”

“It’s a date,” you winked. You let out a small laugh upon seeing his cheeks flush red.

#avengers imagines #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel fic #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers one shot #captain america one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you

[sor-vette]

three, an all-out fight club!! (index/description)

☜ two, down!!

☞ four, circus!!

***

Taehyung exits the chat with a sigh, looking at the near blinding brightness of his phone. There's a picture of you from the stakeout trip near Thorwaldblick. In it your eyes are droopy and there's a blissed-out, incredibly drunk smile on your face. The picture itself is slightly blurry and low quality. He had to take it in secret, too afraid that even in your borderline unconscious state you'd be able to fling something at his head.

He should change it. Yes, he should. So he keeps telling himself and then he doesn't. He had always detested Suga for hovering like a lovesick ghost. Hiding around hallways when that rare time came and you visited HQ, mutely repeating words of apology and then stand in silence, wringing his hands. One could get anxious just by looking at him.

Taehyung wasn't like that. Of course, he wasn't.

He wasn't hiding in hallways, he was hiding in his car, crouched three times over so you don't notice him in the window.

"What the fuck am I doing?" He whispered to himself, discreetly trying to wipe off the fog of his breath from the glass. He didn't care about you. He didn't. You were a judgemental, ornery woman who cared about no one but a select few. You had tossed him aside like trash. Why should he care about you after that?

"As if you were innocent," says a little voice in his left ear. It sounds eerily similar to your voice. He let it slip away without much attention.

The doors to his car are ripped open and for a moment his heart lodges itself in his throat. Taehyung looks back when the intruder dares to snuggle himself comfortably in his leather chair.

"You don't care, huh?" says a broad-shouldered man with round glasses perched on top of his nose. Taehyung has a feeling he has tried hard to forget this man. And successfully.

"Who are you?" he tries to growl though it comes out more like an indignant whine of a capricious Victorian socialite.

"Oh, I'm Jin. I know you know who I am."

"God?"

"That's right." The intruder, Jin, smirks and Taehyung's eyes almost roll to the back of his head. Before he manages to get at least one offensive remark in, the doors to his car open again. This guy is so muscular, he seems to have trouble squeezing his large frame inside. Underneath the dark bucket hat and meddling long hair, Taehyung sees two pairs of wide, doe eyes, inspecting him curiously.

"So this is him?" he asks Jin. Evidently, they were not out of the loop in making introductions.

"Yes, I am him." Taehyung snarls, having had enough of strangers just invite themselves into his car, right when he was supposed to be covert.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I'm J-"

"I said what the fuck you doing here not who the fuck you are."

"Ease on the profanities. You're too pretty for that." Jin shushes, his eyes focusing through the rainy front window and Taehyung resists the urge to smack him face-first into the panel.

"You're so cute!" comes your slurred voice, loud enough to quiet all three of them. Sitting completely still, like prey avoiding a predator, they peer into the shabby neon lightning. You've wrapped yourself like a snake around Irina's neck, trying to somehow climb onto her frame. Now that was a sight. There's one they now know as Erik who is trying his hardest to separate two tangled figures.

"Always was a happy drunk," Jin murmurs and JK gives a faint hum of agreement. The cleaner crew disband loudly, shouting congratulations and sweet nothing at each other's retreating backs.

All three of them monitor Erik's desperate struggle to maul you into the vehicle. You've taken an interest in shouting undefined insults upon the night sky while desperately clinging onto the roof of the car.

Albeit not certain, Taehyung has this inkling that the jab of "that egomaniac can shove his fucking camera up his tight asshole" was meant for him. He grinds his teeth clutching the wheel of his car. Forget all of this.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing? We're going to lose them!" Jin hisses, his words pouring out like running water.

"And why do you care?" Taehyung retorts, scowling at the two men.

He fixates on the man in the backseat. His eyes shining with worry as he observes Erik's car disappear out of the parking lot. Face scrunched up in inner turmoil. It almost seems like it is causing him physical pain.

"I won't interfere again. Just this once," he mumbles into the sleeve of his sweater. Even in the dark and hair shielding his face, Taehyung can see the unease in that doe-like expression of his. This kid couldn't lie to save his life. In a peripheral vision, he could make out Jin's disbelieving grimace.

Taehyung sighed again, letting the pressure in his shoulders ease up. Erik's car was already long gone.

"Great," Jin huffs. "Now what do we do?"

"Stalking is not the right way," Taehyung murmurs, melting even further into the seat. A wave of exhaustion washes over him with no explanation.

"You were here first," he hears Jin dryly remark but decides to let it go.

"As much as I hate the idea, I think... we should meet up with others. Discuss what to do about," Taehyung gives a vague gesture, "all of this."

"Oh, great."

***

Erik barely manages to stuff your swaying figure largely intact into the bed. You give off the last hazy whine, again something about a yoongles and then fall asleep.

In the relative quiet of the room, where the only accompanying noise is the faint ticking of the kitchen watch. Your district is quiet, almost lifeless. Erik sloppily piles two blankets atop of you, wandering off into the rest of your apartment. There's a lot of little everything. He doesn't yet know all the history behind the tens of hundreds of little knick-knacks littered across various surfaces though he can recognize his own paper crane, sitting on the bookshelf. Behind the crane, there's a book. "No One Belongs Here More Than You" by Miranda July. Interested he reached over, gingerly pulled it from the row, immediately grimacing at the front page.

"I look at you and I dream - Joon." The words glared back at him, almost mocking in their elegant, rich handwriting. Erik snaps it shut before looking back at you in worry. You don't even stir from the noise. He stands in the stillness of the night before quietly slipping away.

(a/n)

A clarification if needed. Yoongi and Taehyung work together, so does Jin and Jimin. Everyone knows Hoseok and Namjoon and Taehyung was actually the only one who didn't know Jungkook. They all sort of have this standoffish attitude against each other and also a lot of baggage with the reader. All of this will be unpacked in later chapters, one by one.

#ot7 x reader #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fic #bts x you #bts x y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #jin x reader #jin x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #jimin x reader #jimin x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #namjoon x y/n #jin x y/n #yoongi x y/n #hoseok x y/n #jimin x y/n #taehyung x y/n #jungkook x y/n

[finnwolfhard7137]

The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard

Chapter Five is here...

Chapter Six: The Grand Canyon

Chapter Seven is coming soon...

Word Count 2k

Warnings: Cussing, Pure Fluff

When you awake, you feel the sense of two arms tightly wrapping around your torso. Some black curls were tickling your neck but you do not move, you simply sigh in peace. You reach down to the floor and grab your phone, viewing the time: 10:13 a.m. You unlock it and text your mother a good morning text. By the time the message delivers, Finn's arms move and he rolls you over. 

Finn "Mornin' babes." He places a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning babe, how did you sleep?"

Finn "Fucking amazing," you both start laughing, "How 'bout you?"

"Really good...I don't even remember what we fell asleep to-"

Finn "It-oh wait…" he thinks for a moment, while you twirl one of his curls. "OH! The Office!"

"Oh yeah! As soon as we hit the bed I was out."

Finn "I know, as soon as I have you in my arms, I am just so content that-" you stop his sentence by crashing your lips to his. He kisses you back with pure love and affection. Using his thumb to trace design patterns on your cheek. When he pulls away, he kisses the tip of your nose as you giggle.

Finn "I think you already know what I was gonna say, don't you?"

"Yeah, and I feel the same way." He kisses you once more, before rolling out of the bed. 

When you two get dressed and cleaned up, Oakes knocks on Finn's trailer door.

Finn "Come in, Oakes!"

Oakes "Hey! How was you guys' night?"

"Really good, and yours?"

Oakes "I didn't stay up past 9…"

Finn "So pretty fucking good?"

Oakes "Yeah dude! I haven't slept that good in a while." 

Finn "We can say the same. Are you ready for going out today?"

Oakes "Uh yeah, I think so. Are we coming back tonight? Cause if not, I need to pack." He laughs.

Finn "Nah we will come back. I just wanna go to the grand canyon! I mean we are in Las Vegas...we have to!"

"I've never been, so I'm down!"

Oakes "Okay, then yeah I'm ready."

Finn "Okay, let's go."

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Since we were already deep in the desert, it only took an hour and a half to reach the canyons. 

Finn "We are almost at the park, you guys see it?!"

"Yeah!"

Oakes "You can tell by the way the valleys are getting taller and then deeper."

Finn "Oh, I see where we can park!" 

Once he parks the car, you jump out of the car in excitement. You feel like a kid at the amusement park. You hear Finn laughing at you, making you blush and stick your tongue out at him.

Oakes "Alright, you lead the way Finn. You've been here like what...eighty times?"

Finn flips him off, "No! Like twice." He puts his backpack on his back: that is filled with water's and snacks. You wait for him to get situated and then he walks right next to you, grabbing your hand in his. 

Oakes chuckles "damn..I should have thought this through."

"What do you mean?"

Oakes "I am third wheeling so hard right now!" You laugh into Finn's side and he laughs with you. You didn't think about that either, making you feel kind of bad.

Finn "Here, you wanna hold my other hand?"

Oakes "Fuck you." 

…

You guys walk for about ten minutes until you reach the sightsee spot of the canyon: the ooh aah point.

"Oh..my god."

Finn "Beautiful right?"

"Yeah, I've seen so many photos but nothing compares to seeing it in person."

Oakes is already taking pictures of the view while you and Finn take it all in first. The birds are flying above, some below the canyons. You spot a river and immediately feel the need to go down and see it.

"Can we go down there?"

Finn "Yeah, of course. It'll take a bit to hike all the way down but we'll get there."

"Okay."

Oakes "It is so beautiful out for this!"

Finn "I know! The last time I was here, it had to be over ninety degrees, it was miserable. Today is perfect though."

You take so many photos: some zoomed in and some capturing the whole view. Once you all are done that, you head in the other direction to find a path that leads down to the river.

You three hike for almost four miles before taking a snack break. Where you three settle at, was breathtaking: a curve in the canyon, overlooking the vast hills. Finn sits first, taking off the backpack and sitting it in front of him. You form a circle around him, unpacking the goodies that you guys brought.

Oakes "I feel like my legs aren't gonna work tomorrow.."

"That's a promise."

Finn "Hey, it's worth it-" You look where he points, "Look at our view."

"Yeah, totally worth it babe. Thank you for taking us."

Oakes "Yeah, thanks man."

Finn "No problem. When we go to Amsterdam, we should go sightseeing there too."

"We definitely should! We can see everything because we aren't filming."

Oakes "That's right, I forgot. John literally just invited us...that like never happens."

Finn "Well we're special that's why."

Oakes "True that, we are the best. No one can tell me otherwise." After you guys take a long break, Finn gets up and puts his backpack back on.

"You want me to carry it this time?"

Finn "No, babe. I got it, I want you to have a good experience, not a backache."

"I've carried heavier, let me help please. You've been carrying it for over five miles." He hesitates but eventually gives in.

Finn "Fine but if it starts to bother you, give it back or give it to Oakes."

Oakes "Yeah Y/n, I don't mind taking a turn." 

"Okay, let's go!"

…

By the time you, Finn and Oakes reach the water, you all fall to your knees from exhaustion. You are out of breath and your ankles are giving out. Finn pulls you into his side for you to lean on him for support.

Oakes "Holy shit guys...how the fuck are we going to get back to the car?!"

"Oh fuck.."

Finn chuckles, out of breath "Well it'll just take us longer but we'll get there."

"We have to rest all day tomorrow."

Finn "Babe, I'll carry you all day tomorrow if you can't walk." You giggle and kiss his cheek, when you pull back he kisses your lips. Oakes leaves you two so that you guys can have a moment. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he holds you from behind. The river is going slow and the sound is mesmerizing. The water is so blue it is shocking. 

Finn "Y'know that river is beautiful but you are way more beautiful than any sight I have ever seen baby."

"You are so cheesey!"

Finn "Yeah but you love me for it."

"I do." He kisses your lips and then helps you up off of the dirt. Oakes walks closer and closer to the water, bends down and puts his hand in the stream.

Oakes "Guys.."

"Hmm?"

Oakes "It's so nice.." 

"Really?"

Oakes "Yeah..it's not freezing or too warm!" Finn looks at Oakes and then at you and smirks. You all strip down to your underwear (thank god you wore a bra today..) and jump into the lake.

"Shit you're right!" 

Oakes "I told you!"

Finn "God we needed this.."

Oakes "Damn right. I was like, fuck I need to cool off..so I stuck my hand in and I was like...oh hell yeah!" You three laugh and enjoy the sunset in the perfect river. The sky was orange and yellow. Fading perfectly together and you take in this amazing moment with your best friend and your boyfriend. 

Finn "Hey Oakes, think fast!" He splashes him so quick that he couldn't even comprehend what Finn was doing. 

Oakes "Ah, you fucker!" As you could imagine, this turned into a splashing battle. You guys are literally having a water fight in a river in the grand canyon...talk about a perfect evening.

After the swim, you three dry off in the last bit of sun that you had left and put your clothes back on and head back to the car.

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Eight full miles later, it is dark out and you three are absolutely exhausted. 

Finn "Well it's a good thing that we didn't have to drive too far to get here in the first place."

Oakes "That's true. I had fun today, Finn. Thanks for inviting me, I know you didn't have to do that."

Finn "Of course, Oakes. I'll always invite you if it isn't our date night."

Oakes "Thanks." Once you get in the passenger seat, your legs go completely numb. You think to yourself, well Finn might just have to carry me all day tomorrow.

…

Oakes fell asleep in the backseat while Finn drove us back to the trailer park. You stayed awake with Finn, talking about how amazing today was and how relaxing tomorrow will be. The radio was low, just high enough for you and Finn to hear. The windows were down and the moon was shining bright. Finn's hand rested on your thigh as he continued to drive.

Finn "Wake up Oakes..we're home."

Oakes "Oh shit...sorry for falling asleep."

Finn laughs, "It's fine man, go on, go to bed we'll see you tomorrow."

Oakes "Good night guys."

You and Finn "Night!"

Once Oakes gets into his trailer, Finn notices your struggle to walk.

Finn "Hey, you stay right there."

"Huh?"

Finn "Just do it." He laughs and kisses your forehead and walks into the trailer while you lean against his old jeep. You wait for him to come out and you look at him confused, until he swiftly picks you up: bridal style.

"Aw babe.."

Finn "I told you I would, babe." 

"You're too good to me, Finn."

Finn "Only because you mean the world to me."

"You mean the most to me, Finn" He kisses your lips quickly and then gets you two into his trailer. He places you down on the bed and starts to head out the door again. "Where ya goin'?"

Finn "I gotta get my baby clean clothes. Anything you want in particular?"

"No, you can just surprise me. Thank you."

Finn "No problem." 

You can't get over how sweet he is to you. He has only treated you with such kindness, love and respect. You aren't used to getting this much love and attention because your past relationships were horrible. The guys were absent most of the time, barely showing you affection. They were barely boyfriend's because they didn't really treat you like Finn treats you. When Finn returns, he is holding the pair of pajamas that he met you in. 

"....Finn-"

Finn "I told you, babe. You looked great." You almost tear up because he is literally the sweetest guy you have ever met. You quickly put them on and he takes in your appearance. "Yup..just as perfect as I remembered."

"You're just saying that-"

Finn "No I'm not, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met Y/n. You could literally be wearing a trash bag and I'd show you off like you're a model on the runway."

"How did I get so lucky with you, babe?"

Finn "I personally think that it is fate. This is the art of falling in love, angel. It is unpredictable."

"You are so right." You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck and he leans down to kiss your lips. 

Finn "Let's get into bed."

"Read my mind." He pulls you onto his chest and you melt into his embrace. 

Finn "Good night, angel."

"Good night." He kisses your forehead and you both fall asleep holding each other. No show on the laptop, no sound at all, just peace and quiet. 

@moriartysringtone7137 @spidey-starky @mariskata @itlittlefangirl @softiediana @saataanaas @gayreddie @okokdot

#the art of falling in love #finn wolfhard #oakes fegley

[rnufharose]

Blood, Sweat, and Tears - Chapter 4

Words: 1.5k

Trigger Warnings: Violence and death.

DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this chapter is meant to start fanwars or point fingers at other artists. I am a multistan and I love many groups.

︻デ═一 ♥

The Magic Shop was teeming with life, the patrons sipping their drinks as the lights danced around the club. Inspired by the neurosurgeon James R. Doty, it is a place that exchanges fear with something positive. It was a paradise in the heart of Seoul's violence, where the citizens could escape and have a good time, and the owners wanted them here, safe and sound where they could smile their worries away.

Their hosts were seven of the kindest men in the city: a band of brothers who embraced the path of Dionysus and the Muses. They wanted nothing to do with the mob wars that plagued the city, offering what they believed to be the best modern take on the 1950s Hollywood.

The walls were lined with gold lights, the neon signs etched in cursive with the dance floor painted a shimmering red. The stage was occupied by backup dancers, an electric guitar sounding along with a bass, drums and scratching vinyl. The seven males came out, wearing himation robes over their suits as they broke into song.

[Taehyung, J-Hope/Suga]

Drink it up

Shot glasses (sippin') Link arms (tippin')

One-shot

Thyrsus (grippin') Grape (eatin')

Drink it up

Vibes (Keep it) D style (rip it)

One-shot

Here (Kill it) let's steal it

The illest!

[RM]

Just get drunk like Dionysus

Drink in one hand, Thyrsus on the other

Art splashing inside this clear crystal cup

Art is alcohol too, if you can drink it, you'll get drunk fool

You dunno you dunno

You dunno what to do with

I'll show you I recommend you something different

From my mic made of ivy and rough wood

There is never a sound that comes out in one breath

[Jungkook, J-Hope]

Until the sun comes up, where the party at?!

Until we fall asleep, where the party at?!

Sing it, sing it again

Drink it, drink it again

We're born again

[Jin, J-Hope]

Drink it up (the pain of creation)

One-shot (the scolding of this era)

Drink it up (Talking with myself)

One-shot (Okay now I'm ready fo sho)

[V, Jimin/J-Hope]

Drink, drink, drink, drink up my glass, ay

Everyone all, fall, fall into this crazy artist

One drink (one shot), two drinks (two shots)

Get drunk on art and say onghaeya

[Jungkook, Jimin/J-Hope]

Drink, drink, drink, drink up my glass, ay

Everyone fall, fall, fall into this crazy artist

One drink (one shot), two drinks (two shots)

Hit the gong and say onghaeya

[Suga/V]

Shot glasses (sippin'), linked arms (tippin')

Thyrsus (grippin'), Grape (eatin')

Vibes (Keep it) D style (rip it)

Here (Kill it) let's steal it

The illest!

The silver-haired female had finished pouring a martini for one of the customers at the counter, flashing a smile toward the boys, specifically the male with blue hair. He harbored a heart-shaped face with big eyes and small lips that would spread into a big, genuine smile. Arabella listened to the patrons cry out with excitement at their powerful vocals and difficult choreography, which they executed effortlessly. She knew that if this city was much cleaner, these boys would have been a famous musical group that would take over the world.

"They're having a lot of fun," another voice spoke, and Bella turned to look at the older woman, whose black hair fell past her shoulders. She had soft features that also appeared striking, and she possessed a fondness in her eyes. She looked at her younger brother, who shared her similar features, but they appeared more distinct under the bright lights. "I knew their clothes would go well for tonight's show," Dawon commented confidently.

"You never disappoint with your creations, Unnie," Bella stated, and she watched the boys end their song, seated on chairs with legs crossed as they posed, smirking and catching their breaths as the patrons gave them a standing ovation.

"Yah," the male with pink hair and soft cheeks took a seat at the counter, and Bella handed him a water bottle. "that felt great."

"You did so well," Dawon hugged her younger brother and he towered over her, squeezing her tightly but not so much that he would hurt her.

"Gomawo, Noona," Hoseok's smile was like sunshine.

"Have you talked to Haneul?" she questioned, and the male with black hair and button nose shook his head.

"We haven't gotten a hold of her," Jungkook frowned. "We've been meaning to visit her and pay our respects to her Halmeoni but..."

"We've been pretty busy with the shop," the tall blonde male with full lips and a sultry gaze—Namjoon—finished. "We still feel terrible that we couldn't go to Icheon..."

The male with blue hair--Taehyung--wrapped an arm around Bella's small shoulders and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, "We'll give her our condolences, and we'll also help her get settled. She's our baby sister after all, and we can't have her living alone."

"We have to keep her away from the danger too," the male with sleepy eyes—Yoongi—added. "If anything happens to her because of the crimes outside, Halmeoni won't forgive us..."

"We head for Icheon tomorrow morning to pick her up," the tall male with broad shoulders and black hair—Jin—said. "If it's alright with you, Noona, we'd like for her to share a room with you back at the apartment?"

"That's more than alright," Dawon responded graciously. "And with me and Bella with her, she won't always have to be surrounded by men, not that that's a bad thing."

The boys laughed and Bella looked toward the older woman, nodding in agreement, "We can set her up with a job here too."

"Definitely," Namjoon smiled. "If there's one thing Haneul loves, it's performing."

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Sehun watched the man topple to the group, his face battered and bruised, blood dribbling down one of his nostrils. He towered over the man, eyes full of apathy as Kai continued to kick the man in the ribs.

"Heh," The third male, with his soft face, slicked hair and deep voice, named Chanyeol, smirked as he watched the younger male beat the injured male. "You really thought you could take our imports, huh?"

The man on the ground coughed, blood staining his teeth as he spat, "Y-You know that wasn't my intention...! W-We formed an alliance!"

"An alliance you chose to break!" Kai growled, crushing his foot onto the man's face, listening to him cry painfully. He lifted his chin, eyes narrow with a devious smirk on his lips. "Funny... I had a lot of respect for BIGBANG... wouldn't want to start a war with G-Dragon but..." he trailed off, looking over his shoulder at Chanyeol and Sehun.

Sehun's dark eyes shifted slowly from the man on the ground to Kai. He crouched, lips pressed into a tight line when he grabbed the man's face.

"S-Sehun," the man begged. "Y-You understand me, don't you?! I would never take your imports! No one even thinks of messing with EXO!"

He contemplated his next move, releasing his face from his grip before huffing, taking a stand and furrowing his thick brows, "Mianhe, Seungri... but this isn't the first time you've done wrong... G-Dragon will think we've done him a favor..."

Seungri watched the raven-headed male take a step back, turning to walk away, eyes widening with terror when he heard those two words fall from his lips.

Sehun came to a stop, ticking his hands into the pockets of his slacks, not once looking over his shoulder, "Kill him."

He ignored his cries, blocking out the sound of anguish in his voice as he made his way toward the car. In his thoughts, he did this city and BIGBANG's leader a huge favor by eliminating a piece of dirt. That was one less piece of scum tainting this world, and who knows if he planned on turning against his own.

Sehun opened the car door, taking the driver's seat and leaning back as he listened to gunfire, and Seungri's pleas ceased for good. He could see Chanyeol and Kai standing over his corpse, eyes lifeless and blood oozing from beneath him. The two of them walked away, taking care to get rid of any evidence that would incriminate them, and joined Sehun in the car.

"Looks like our imports are safe... for now," Chanyeol said as he called shotgun. Kai took the backseat.

"Tell Junmyeon hyung we're arranging a meeting with G-Dragon," Sehun got the car's engine running. "The sooner we tell him what we did, the better..."

He pulled away from the curb, driving onto the street before the cops could come, gripping the wheel as he stared out the windshield with a hardened expression.

Once this meeting was settled, he could go back to focusing on protecting that girl. He just had to find the person responsible for her grandmother's death, and Sehun had a feeling she would appear very soon.

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