#some jokesters always like haha look lets kiss

[cupidjyu]

a little crush

(ot11) when he has a crush on someone (specifically, you)(request hehe thank you!!)

notes: headcanons yet i write a whole FIC for each of them LMAO sorry!! and for the anon who requested like a whole month ago IM so sorry i am working on it, i didnt see it until yesterday :( word count: 2k

sangyeon

the tough guy

believe me when i say that this dude will put on the dumbest tough persona on

like as soon as he realizes that he has a crush, he cannot handle any of his feelings

so whenever he’s around he just… sort of puffs his chest out and does that stupid deep voice thing

“oh yeah i definitely enjoy that movie.” his throat is STRAININGGG “we should you know… *coughs* see it together some time.”

“is your voice okay?”

like bro already has a deeper voice and he makes it lower?? to seem cooler? like man you sound like kermit the frog but okay

but other than that, since his love language is acts of service, he utilizes that so much

almost too much

like if you’re thirsty, he suddenly shows up with smoothies of every single flavor

and if you ever question why, he says some dumb thing like

“im rich”

like ???????? okay????? good for you????

anyway, just know that he tries to put this tough guy thing on but if you ever so give him any affection, he will melt into putty

jacob

the overthinker

he’s just so sweet i don’t even know how to describe it

like when he realizes, it doesn’t really change anything for him. he just thinks oh!!! that’s why i was sweating around them haha

but i feel that he starts to overthink everything

because he likes a person of course he wants to treat them 10x better

but hes scared

he wants to hold your hand! and so he does. very. slowly.

like he’s um that sloth from zootopia. and you notice and you stare at him weirdly like

“do you want to hold my hand or something?”

“what!!! no!! definitely not!!” and then he will blush and pout ADORABLY. “maybe i do,” he would whisper under his breath

and it’s so hard to resist him so you just grab it for him. and he kind of just explodes

and as you’re walking together he will STILL overthink

like he’d bombard you with questions. “is my hand too sweaty? too hot? do you want to let go?”

maybe shush him up with a kiss (WHAT)

anyway, he just panics a lot, i think. so best to soothe him or he might just combust

younghoon

the softy

initially, when he thought of you just as a friend, he liked to tease you a lot. like a bunch of jokes and insults

but after he comes to the realization that he might have a crush on you, he starts treating you with utmost care

and it kind of scares you at first

“aren’t you supposed to be bullying me?”

“me? no never! who said?”

“said the same younghoon like a week ago.”

but it doesn’t mean that the caring side of him isn’t the cutest thing ever. like it’s so cute that you might just question how much sweeter he would be as a… boyfriend

what!! snap out of it!

he’s just naturally a very observant person and knows exactly what you would need

if your eyes are drooping from exhaustion, he would shyly lend you his shoulder to sleep on

a really great pillow. falling asleep on him is now your guys’ new thing. and he loves it

sometimes he’ll take a selfie of you asleep on his shoulder and he’ll stare at it for hours

hyunjae

the jokester

when i tell you that hyunjae is the opposite of younghoon

at first, he’s a bit more serious. of course he has his jokes, but he’d rather treat you with politeness

but once he figures out that he might have a crush!!! he kind of loses his mind

he knows that he’s not good at hiding his feelings, his blushing, his sweatiness, his everything

so how does he cover it up? jokes. very obnoxious jokes.

like bro will not leave you alone. of course, he never does anything downright mean, but he does enjoy teasing you

but always after the teasing, he’s completely genuine again

like if you dress up one day he’ll say “look who’s dressed up? trying to impress someone?”

and when you get bothered or flustered, he will give you a sweet smile and he’s quick to reassure you

“you look very nice today. im sorry” he will blush and laugh sheepishly

sometimes though, he gets a bit too much

like if he’s getting really really loud, all you have to do is lean closer to him

his eyes would widen and he will be quiet REAL fast (gotchu!!!!)

he will stutter and pull away and he will not talk for the next 30 minutes with how dazed he is

he gets dazed very often. if you laugh he’s in a trance. you smile and he’s smiling back with GOOGLY EYES (like how he does to chanhee LMAO)

juyeon

the clumsy one

he’s such a fool

like that’s just it

when it comes to him that he likes you, oh he doesn’t know how to act

and since he’s already clumsy, when around you he’s like 100x time clumsier

like if you guys are walking together and you laugh or smile, he’s so busy staring at you that he trips on the sidewalk

and then he has a bloody nose

and then he’s overthinking so much he’s like oh my god oh my god my crush hates me now

but once you reassure him that you still like him he will relax again. in fact he’s just too cute to resist

he definitely tries his best. sometimes he wants to get you something good to eat. he will spend so much money for you

and when he gives it to you, you’re allergic. nothing works out for him and he’s spiraling again

“i’m so sorry” he would whine. “i didn’t know”

“shh it’s okay” you would laugh. bonus points if you press a quick kiss to his hand and he will be stuttering forever

kevin

the natural lover

he is the most natural out of everyone. when he figures out why he’s been so nervous around you, he doesn’t actually change much

he’s still nervous but he isn’t going to fall down stairs for you or anything

but he is going to start giving gifts a lot more. like anything that reminds him of you he will be buying

especially his art!!!! (yk how much i love artist kevin)

like you know how artists don’t tend to draw other people when asked? if you ask him oh he will gladly oblige

he will have you posing so ridiculously and he will be drawing to the best of his ability

“you’re so focused that you’re tongue is poking out.”

he would laugh nervously “oh really? i just… want this to turn out good.”

and when he gives it to you it’s just so beautiful. like it’s so beautiful and colorful and it makes you wonder is this how he sees you??

okay so now he’s blushing. it’s his art what would one expect?!

but compliment his skills and he will definitely be giggling himself to sleep.

his sketchbook is full of you from every angle btw

chanhee

the moment capturer

chanhee seems to be a lot more somber about it

he’s genuinely not so sure if he would ever have a chance with you

so yk what he does?? he takes pictures

he loves to take pictures of other people with his camera

so when he realizes he has a crush, he will bring his camera with him whenever he’s with you

“smile.”

“you took like fifty pictures already!”

“never enough” he would stick his tongue out

he loves capturing you doing anything. eating, smiling, anything

and once at home, he will look through the pictures and laugh to himself about how nice you look

sometimes he’ll send some to you and you’ll tell him to delete them

he keeps them anyway

and at some point if you ever so leave him, at least he’ll have the memory

bro someone needs to tell him he has a chance

he’s so hopeless TT

like it isn’t the end of the world, he just needs to confess LMAO he's just scared

changmin

the runaway

when he realizes that he has a crush he will flee from you immediately

he’s afraid and doesn’t want to take it face on

so whenever you try to be near him, he will flinch away

he doesn’t want his feelings to interfere with you, he doesn’t want to bother you

but don’t worry!! as soon as you talk to him about it, he will be ALL OVER YOU in a second

though of course, he’s still a little bit more cautious then before, he puts more feeling behind his touch

he used to only hug you as a joke or to bother you

but now, he hugs you when his feelings are too strong

“wh-what are you doing?” you ask when he suddenly pulls you into a tight hug

HES SO ADORABLE he��ll just bury his face into like your shoulder and BLUSHHHH

“im just… happy with you.”

AWWWWWWW he becomes so genuine

same thing with holding hands. he used to grab it to pull you closer from a passing car. but now he does it because he believes your hands are cold without his

it’s summer time.

but don’t remind him

haknyeon

the treater

haknyeon’s love language is showing you all the places he enjoys

he already does this with you but that would be like a weekly thing

after realizing, oh boy it becomes a daily thing…

like everyday, he shows up at your place and is like

“let’s go i know a good ice cream place”

“it’s like 6 am”

“but there’s usually a long line there!”

he just loves treating you to things. when he treats you to food, he will watch with an adorable smile when you try out his recommendation

or when he takes you shopping, he will always give you compliments when you try on clothes

and after, he will buy it for you !!!!

no matter if it’s super expensive or not, he just wants to see you smile

when you catch onto the change in his behavior, he will not deny it

he will definitely be shy about it but eventually he will tell you the truth with a shy smile

sunwoo

the shy boy

ik that a lot of peoples impression is that when he likes someone, he will be a big flirter

but really he’s only flirty when he thinks of you as a friend OR when hes already dating you

in between, where he has a crush on you oh my god hes the shyest cutie youll ever see

like say he’s handsome and he cant breath for the next hour

or if you ever so smile he will be sitting next to you trying to hold in his giggle

“*covering his face with his hands* you’re so…. AGH” and you stare at him like he’s insane

you may be confused but it slowly becomes more and more obvious

like just test it out! grab his hand and he’s biting his lip so hard to hold in his smile

like once he was smiling so hard he fell backwards in his chair

he was MORTIFIED

eric

your best friend

this dude is genuinely the most confusing guy you’ll ever meet when it comes to feelings

like he has a crush on you but hes also a huge coward

so yk what he does

he friendzones himself

like BRO??

like if he does anything remotely romantic he will literally be like “oh this is what friends do!!”

like one time he literally kissed the top of your head

you ask why

“its because we’re best friends” HUH??

like no two bffs do that cmon bro fess up

but if you confront him he will never lie

hes not capable of lying hes like an honest puppy

so he will slowly begin to stop friendzoning himself

like when he intertwines fingers with you

now he says, “i enjoy being with you.” with the sweetest smile

#the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #the boyz x reader #the boyz headcanons #tbz imagines #requests 💞 #headcanons 💞

[gross-gal]

"First Kiss" a.k.a. Weeb's first Repo self ship fic

Alright, here it is. This is the first self ship fic I've done in a looong time. Don't have much to prelude soooo, hope y'all enjoy this incredibly self indulgent thing I made.

CONTEXT:

*6 months into their friendship, Repo decides he wants to show his appreciation about their relationship for Clementine/Clem (Weeb). So the two go on a friend date and he spoils them. Both are crushing hard on one another but neither are ready to say how they feel. 

*This takes place after the date and they’ve returned back to the Scrapyard. Clem wants to say her thanks.

**Clementine is a placeholder name cuz I’m not calling my sona Weeb here lmao. ALSO I use multiple pronouns to address them (she/they/he)!!

“Noooo shut up. Let me be nice now..”

Repo knew he wasn’t going to win against Clementine’s kind and stubborn heart. They always had to make it known their appreciation for the ones they loved, even if it wasn’t called for, she was just sappy like that. Which overtime, Repo had grown to adore.

“It’s really lucky that we got to meet like this. I kinda just asked you for a job on impulse, that wasn’t something I normally do…but I’m really glad I did. I know you don’t see it but you’re a pretty sweet guy deep down, the bestest friend I could ask for haha…so thank you for today, not just cause it was fun but it means a lot that you went out of your way for…uh…meeee…”

She dragged on the last word for a second or so. The awkwardness from being so vulnerable already getting to her. 

Repo smiled warmly.

“Heh! Yer such a jokester most of the time, I always forget yer so sentimental Hahaa!”

“Whatever, I can’t exactly compete with your gifts, I wanna show my thanks somehow, you know?”

His comment only fanned her embarrassment. She was kinda regretting saying what she did but chose not to linger on that thought.

Truth is, Repo said that only to distract from his flustered state. 

Not wanting to make her feel bad, he swallowed his pride and responded after clearing his throat.

“Ehhh well…anyways I should be the one thanking youse. Yer also the bestest friend I got…one of the only ones.”

He took a second to think on what he wanted to say. Looking off to the city and focusing on the skyscrapers from afar.

‘Damn…how does she do it so freakin’ eloquently??’ He thought to himself.

“I ain’t too good with the words, kid. Not even my gifts can compare with yer bleedin’ heart. But I care about ya and youse been a real nice thing in my life. So thank ya, again.”

When he turned his head back to them they had a dopey grin forming on their face.

“YOU’RE SUUUUCH A GOOOOOD FRIEND!!!” She blurted, mockingly.

“AY!! GET THE HELL OVER ‘ERE!!”

She narrowly avoided the lunge he prepared. Looks like he was aiming to put them into a headlock.

“EVERYONE!! REPO IS MY BEST FRIEND AND HE’S THE NICEST MUTANT MANTIS EVER!!!”

“OHHHH- YOU ASKED FOR THIS ONE, NERD!”

Clem could dodge well enough but they could never hope to match Repo’s swift athleticism. 

He tackled them to the ground and their bodies came crashing to the dirt together. Repo quickly sitting on their back before they could worm away, he twisted their arm back, though not nearly enough to seriously hurt them. Wrestling was a thing they were used to and enjoyed.

“Ah right, take it back!”

“REPO IS SO WONDERFUL AND A SOFTIE–OW!! HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS–OW!! AND WOULD PROTECT EVERY KITTY EVER–SHIT!!”

“Heheh, dis the thanks I get fer bein’ so charitable?” Repo chuckled at the predicament they brought on themselves. 

Sincere, kind, a joker, fighter (sorta)… those were a few of the traits he saw and admired from them. 

“OKAY!! I’m done, my back is hurting…pbbt!” Clementine tried turning their head to face him but just ended up catching their large hair to the face.

And good hair…he liked that too.

An exasperated sigh blew out their mouth once Repo got off them. Though he was fairly lean, he still had some weight thanks to his abdomen, which did a number on their back after the tussle.

“Ya been werkin’ for me fer 6 whole months, how the hell do ya still got no muscle or anythin’?”

“Heh…genetics?” She joked.

“Pfft- yeah right. Lazy ass.”

“I’m an artist~ I don’t have to worry about muscles. I need to conserve all my energy for my drawing, you know that!” He proudly emphasized this by raising his chin.

“Oh yeah, I getcha…better go easy on ya so youse can still finish dat logo thingy I asked ya for!”

“…..”

“Hmmm, how long ago was it I asked ya to do that?” His elbow lightly nudged her shoulder.

“…yeah okay…” Clem begrudgingly muttered.

It was a jab but he didn’t really mind all that much she neglected it. He just liked having a hand in keeping her artistically motivated…though it would be nice if they actually got around to it…

The smoother part of his claw then moved to rest on their head and he tussled their hair. This was his way of saying “you’re okay” Without actually having to. He’d done it a few times before but neither of them ever really got used to it. 

It never failed to make Clementine smile.

Repo wasn’t a particularly emotionally vulnerable person, she picked up on that after sometime. And he especially wasn't the physically affectionate type, that was reserved for his cats and on certain occasions like today, only for Clementine.

That alone was enough. 

She was content on her assumedly one-sided crush. Though it brought an ache to her heart, knowing that these feelings she had would never be reciprocated, she still was able to make him happy and was allowed to share intimate moments such as these with him. Those brief, warm moments, they’d treasure.

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About an hour had passed, they spent that time mindlessly chatting until Mrs. Nubbins hungry mewls put their conversation to a halt.

“Oh it’s that time already?”

“Never a dull moment around ‘ere…PAPA’S COMIN’ MY SWEETY PIE!!”

Had this been months ago, she would’ve made a joke at his sudden cutesy-ness. But Repo is incredibly unabashed about his love for Mrs. Nubbins, so that wore off long ago. And now to her, it was actually rather cute. Which they sorta hated to admit.

“Ah uh…guess dat means youse should be leavin’?” His voice lowered, saddened.

“Nah, I’ll stick around and help you with Mrs. Nubbins at least.”

His antennas perked up…

“After all, I AM her favorite~” 

And then laid flat…

“Watch yer mouth, kid.” 

She was careful to keep her snickering to herself. This was a satisfying little victory.

Repo went onto share stories about his bond with Mrs. Nubbins till they arrived at her cave of junk. 

It was a lot easier feeding her now with Clem here. She still wasn’t used to mutants and certainly not Repo, perhaps had something to do with the new instincts she had. But humans were alright to her and she grew a liking to Clem.

This was another thing Repo was thankful for but he’d never admit that. 

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After finishing up with Nubbins’ dinner, Repo escorted Weeb out the yard.

He didn’t really say much during the walk. But his mind was racing with a thousand thoughts per minute. Mainly thinking on what more he could’ve done to make today special, was it really enough? Wishing he could’ve said more about his gratitude, was he too mean? Was he open enough?

‘No…don’t think it…’ But it was too late.

Today would’ve been perfect to tell them how you feel.

‘Keep dreamin’ jackass…he just considers ya a friend.’

Why did he have to get caught up in his feelings now of all times? All these emotions made him feel like a stupid, confused, lovey kid. 

“You okay?” Her concern pierced through his mind.

His head shot up, checking their surroundings. They’d already reach the gate. 

“Yeah! Just thinkin’ ‘bout what I’ll have to eat later.” 

Despite having eaten already earlier, they chose not to inquire about his appetite. 

“Alright…get some rest soon though, okay? I promise I’ll make it up to you when I can!!”

“Oh ya don’t gotta haha…” 

“I wanna though! And I’ll make sure it’s reeeeal special!” 

“Whatever ya say, kid.” There was no point in fighting him, not like he would bother any further, any chance they’d give to see him, he’d take it. 

They made him feel so cared for. It was too hard to keep himself from smiling, his cheeks were hurting a bit too.

In fact he felt so giddy, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling them into a hug.

‘What...?’ Was all Clementine could think at this sudden contact.

She couldn’t remember the last time, if he’d ever done this.

Their hearts were pounding, as if they wanted to burst from the walls that were their chests and embrace one another even further. This was all too much. 

What was going to happen when they pulled away?

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It was less than a minute that this actually went on for. Eventually they would have to pull away and it had to be soon so neither seemed suspicious.

Repo was the first.

For a few seconds, Clem’s brain stopped processing and seemed to black out whatever had happened in those instances.

Why had the air gotten so tight? It seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago.

The face Repo was making was nothing they’d seen before. It was…bewilderment? Shock? Fear?? And why had their faces felt warm?

‘And my lips…?’ Though it was only barely, they’d also had been puckered. 

Oh shit.

“OKAY SEE YA BYE!!!!!” Clem blurted before their brain could fully put the pieces together. But they knew enough that whatever had happened, it wasn’t typical.

Repo was stunned and face flushed. 

None of it really made sense to Clem as they focused on running to the suddenly arriving bus. They showed their pass and collapsed into the seat towards the side exit. 

Now it was all coming together.

Oh god…

She kissed him. On instinct. As if he was a loved one. A significant other. She, carelessly, had kissed his cheek. 

They gave a loving goodbye kiss to her crush/best friend. 

“FUCK!!!!!” 

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Repo proceeded to spend the evening yelling into his pillow.

He was 25% embarrassed this socially awkward nerd put the moves on him first, and the other 75% elated.

//END//

#doodles #repo mantis tag #weeb makes a fanfic #don't feel like putting this in any fandom tag #but you're free to share and reblog #i even put little pictures in here teehee

[littlebodybigdreamz]

The One with Ringo's Sister

I'm backkk, okay so this AU is about y/n being Ringo's slightly younger sister who has a thing with George Harrison. But things don't go the way you think they will.

On another note, I began to write this Au as a cute one, but this turned a bit sour somewhere along the way. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it, mmm maybe I can make this a two-parter. We'll see.

Enjoy:)

Word Count: 2,471

Gif belongs to @seallgaire :)

Being Ringo’s sister had its hardships, one being the rule he gave you when he joined the band. His rule was to not date any of his bandmates, he didn’t want there to be any love lost between him and his new bandmates.  

“Alright alright , I don’t even date a lot of guys. How could you say such a thing.” Y/n had told her brother Richard. “Haha, you jokester you. You’ve dated three of my bandmates! I don’t need another pointless squabble with a lead singer over my sister!”, Ringo exclaimed in a higher voice than usual. 

“Oh, alright Starky, I won’t.” I said to him using the nickname I often had called him since childhood. “Okay we have a deal then?”, he said hugging y/n. “Yeah yeah.. But if one of them comes up to me I’m not going to shoot them down”, y/n said releasing Richard from the hug, and with a grunt and sigh Ringo walked away. 

A few years later, Beatlemania was in full swing, Paul, Ringo, John, and George were traveling all over meeting new people. Visiting new countries and such. The boys even had some movie contracts under their belt. John had quickly become y/n’s closest friend in the band. Paul always watched y/n but never made any moves. And George, being the quiet- more intimate one talked to y/n and even began to teach y/n some guitar riffs during a jam session between the boys.   

“There you go y/n”, George had said over y/n’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around her shoulders to position her fingers and hands on the correct strings.  

“Hey hey hey now, y/n, sis, I thought you wanted me to teach ya”. Ringo had said from his drum set. George silently chuckled, y/n felt this as she felt his chest move from behind her.  

“Mhmm, as much as I would love to learn from you Rich, I think learning from a real guitarist would be more beneficial”. Y/n said turning to her brother who was starting to fume at his drum set. 

“Alright y/n come take a walk with me”, Ringo told his sister as he walked toward the door that had a bright EXIT above.  

“oooooo, someone is in trouble.” John said as George moved away. 

Following her brother outside he halted which in turn y/n walked into his back, “Ouch”, Y/n said rubbing her nose.  

“What the hell y/n! We made a deal! No messing around with my bandmates!”, Ringo said in a hushed tone. “Ringo- Richard, don’t you think in a situation like this there are two sides?”, Y/n said looking up at her brother, sighing he said, “Listen, sis, I just don’t want you to get hurt. There are a lot of girls that come around. I wouldn’t want to get caught up in between you and the band.” He said holding y/n shoulders lightly, looking down at her.  

“I know... I know, but can’t you just trust I won’t make any mistakes with him”, y/n said, “With who?”, Ringo asked an eyebrow raised because y/n had let her and George’s secret out like nothing.  

“Uh nobody. I actually got to go.” Y/n said looking at the watch on her wrist, walking into the recording room. “Alright boys, I got to go, see you all later.” Y/n grabbed her jacket and purse. “I’ll see you later y/n.” George said as he walked up to her and kissing her hand.  

“oooo Georgie and y/n sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes-”, John began to sing before y/n cut him off. “Alright Johny boy, I have to go now, bye”, Y/n said running out of the studio. 

Later that day, Ringo returned to the house he shared with y/n. They were hosting a party, y/n was setting up string lights in the conversation/dining room when Ringo barged through the front door almost causing y/n to lose her balance on the stool she was standing on.  

As Richard barged into the house and y/n regained her balance on the stool y/n heard his footsteps approach her. 

“So, y/n want to tell me anything?” 

Y/n ignored his question and kept pinning the lights onto the wall.  

“Mm, no, mind helping me out? The party is in two hours, and I have to start getting ready soon.” Y/n said checking the clock. 

With a grunt, Ringo reached for the other side of the lights and stood on a chair. 

“I invited Maureen tonight; I hope the boys like her. I’m actually kind of nervous.” Ringo said sighing, he usually never opened up to his little sister. But he realized it was time to not think of her as just his little sister. It was time to trust her. Or at least try to. 

“I think it will be fun to have her over, the boys and I were talking about doing acid later in the garden. You two should join us.” Y/n said finishing up with her end of the lights. 

“Mm, yeah that sounds- yeah fun. Maybe we will, yeah definitely. I’m actually- listen y/n-,” Ringo paused as he finished with his side of the lights. As he stepped down, he looked at y/n, “What if she decides she’s not into me?” he said looking at y/n with the puppy eyes she had known since childbirth. 

She laughed, of course this was his fear, he was used to the girls only going for him because he was the last available pick. 

“Don’t you worry Starky, she seems different than the rest”, Y/n told her brother while rubbing his arm to comfort him. 

“Listen, just get the rest of the lights up and get ready. Wear that blue suit of yours. Maureen is going to love it.” Y/n exclaimed as she headed up to her room. 

An hour and a half passed when the doorbell rang, y/n was almost finished and sighed as she finished her hair. When the doorbell rang again, she yelled for her brother to get the door. 

Only he didn’t respond to her, instead she was met with silence. 

“Ringo! Get the door!” 

Again, there was silence. 

“Ugh fine I'll get it,” Y/n said walking down the stairs to the front door. The doorbell rang once more. 

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” 

Opening the door, she was met by the familiar guitar player, George. With a bottle of fine wine under his arm he smiled at Y/n. His toothy grin making her break her serious grin into a smile. 

“Hello, y/n, my, you look gorgeous doll.” George said kissing y/n’s cheek. “Here I brought this, I remember how much you enjoyed it when we had dinner the other night.” George lingered close to y/n, smiling, she took the bottle out of his hand. “Thank you, Georgie.” Smiling, she closed the door behind him. 

As he walked into the conversation pit, he noticed the new string lights placed on the walls. 

“I like the new look, oh I brought the tabs malady”, George said reaching for the bag in his pocket. 

Removing a small zip lock bag filled with a sheet of tabs he presented graciously to y/n. 

Smiling she grabbed the baggie, “Shall we go put this baggie away?”, Y/n asked playfully waving the bag in the air. “We shall.” George said the following y/n to her bedroom. 

A few minutes later the two were making out like teens on her bed. 

As she laid on top of him, his hands roamed up and down her body. It should be known that up until this point, they had yet to sleep together. In fact at this moment, they were too busy, attached to each other by their tongues and bodiesthey hadn’t heard Ringo calling for y/n. Otherwise they would have broken apart in time before Ringo came barging into her room. 

“Heya, y/n, I need yer help with my fucking tie. I-”, he stopped talking as soon as he saw the two of them lying in bed. 

Quickly y/n got off George, “I’ll just- leave you two be.” Ringo said walking quickly out the door.  

He simply had no words for the two, one thing he knew for certain was that he didn’t want y/n to have a broken heart. But he also knew George was a lost puppy when it came to love. 

As Ringo walked out of the room the doorbell rang, diverting himself from walking to his bedroom he walked to the front door. 

Opening the door to Linda and Paul they smiled, “Hello darling, are we here early?... See I told you we’d be the first ones here, Lin.” Paul said looking at Linda. 

“No no, you two are right on time. George is actually the first one to get here.” Ringo said letting them in. 

“Oh, Georgie is here. Where is our beloved boy?”, Paul asked walking through the house. 

“Right here Paulie”, George said stepping out from the dining room with a cup filled with red wine. 

The two boys laughed and hugged each other, y/n walked out behind him and hugged Linda. As they all exchanged hugs and filled cups of wine Ringo pulled y/n to the side. 

While everyone conversed and listened to a new record, Ringo and y/n talked in the hallway leading towards the front door. 

“Okay listen y/n. The thing is, I just don’t want ‘ya to get yer heart broken. I promise ‘ya I'm not trying to be your evil older brother. I just know George... he’s sweet and all but-”, y/n interrupted Ringo. 

“No, I will not have this conversation with you anymore. If you don’t support this, don’t say anything anymore.” Y/n said before walking away. 

Ringo watched, annoyed at his sister, whatever this is on her he said to himself. 

A few hours later the night was in full bloom, all the guests had arrived. People were drinking and talking, music played loudly, in the house. 

As the door opened in came Maureen and Pattie. 

Linda was the first to bring it to her attention that Pattie was in her house. Y/n looked towards the entrance; Pattie was in fact there with her beautiful blonde hair done so effortlessly. Her big eyes catch every guy's attention. She was very different than y/n with jet black hair and dark brown eyes y/n was her polar opposite. 

Y/n diverted her eyes when George and Pattie hugged for a little too long. 

“Hey, honey it’s just a hug. Let’s get us some more wine, shall we?” Linda grabbed y/n’s arm pulling her to the kitchen. 

“Hey, so have you two slept together yet?”, Linda asked gulping down some wine. 

“No, we uh haven’t yet. I guess we just haven’t had the time, or when we do, we always get interrupted.” Y/n said grabbing the wine bottle and chugging it down. 

“Woah there y/n hun, save the rest for everybody.” George said gently hugging y/n from behind. “Mhmm, here Linda, George, how about we go taje some tabs shall we?”, Y/n said walking away. 

The two smiled as they watched y/n walk half-drunkenly to her bedroom. 

Minutes later y/n reappeared in the kitchen, only to see Linda and Maureen standing near a new bottle of wine. 

“Heya girls where did George go?”, y/n asked while looking around. 

Yet her eyes caught the emerald, green suit George had come with. Outside with a certain blonde Pattie. As she walked closer to the window, she noticed how close in distance Pattie and George were. 

Her arm reached out for his and he let their hands meet. As they looked into each other’s eyes they didn’t notice the girls in the kitchen watching. 

Y/n began to feel a pang of hurt in her stomach, that was reaching up to her heart. 

As more people began to form around the window, they all watched as Pattie and George inched closer and closer. Finally, their lips met, the boys, John and Paul awed while y/n just stared out of the window. 

From behind, Ringo came into the kitchen wondering why the party had been moved to the kitchen. Actually, he was looking for Maureen. 

Y/n took a few steps back, grabbing a nearby bottle of red wine she walked away. Passing Ringo watched as his sister walked away sadly handing him the bag of tabs. 

Looking through the window he watched George and Pattie kiss deeply. With a huff he handed the bag to Maureen and walked out the back door to the backyard. 

“Hey!”, Ringo yelled, as the two broke apart George looked up to see Ringo approaching him quickly.  

“You messed with the wrong sister.” Ringo said, extending his arm back then landing a nasty punch to George’s face. 

An audible gasp was heard from the inside as Paul and John came running outside. 

“Hey, boys, let’s not do this right here like this c’mon Ringo.” Paul said, pulling Ringo towards the inside of the house. 

Unbeknownst to them all y/n had watched this all happen from the window of her upstairs bedroom. She was relieved her brother had stood up for her, she would have to thank him somehow. But that would have to be done on another day. 

A few minutes later a small knock came from y/n’s door, she averted her eyes from the ceiling to her door. It was Ringo, “Hey sis.” He said lightly opening the door wider and shutting it behind him. 

“I will never look like the supermodels you all hang with.” Y/n said, tears began to form in the corner of her eyes. 

“Oh sis, he doesn’t deserve ya, he’s just a kid. He doesn’t know what he missed out on by doing that to you.” Ringo said holding his sister closely like how their mom used to when they fell or were just having a bad day. 

“How about we go into the garden and trip hmm? Everybody called it a night a few minutes ago. So, it’s just us.” Ringo said pulling away. 

“Wait what about Maureen?” 

“I told her it would be best to leave so I could be there for you. One on one, brother and sister time.” Ringo said smiling. 

Y/n laughed of course he told Maureen off; Ringo would always be y/n’s older brother. He would always care for her. Even after warning her about the dumb boy in his band. 

The rest of the evening was spent in their beloved garden their mother had planted before her death. They stared at the sky that kept breaking into a million pieces and gluing back together. 

She wondered where the guitar player was that night. She wondered if he was with the model or if he had learned his lesson and was moping at home. 

She giggled.  

He wasn’t. 

END. 

#george harrison imagine #george harrison art #george harrison x reader #george harrison #george harrison gif #the beatles #john and yoko #john lenon #ringo starr #paul mccartney #beatlemania

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@trainstabbin you dont have to be mean just because you wish you werent kinning me

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prompt: “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

thank you to my darling @yeojaa​ for sending this in and thank you to my darling @hobi-gif​ for beta reading it for me, you are both such lovely stars in the night sky of my life xoxo

pairing: seokjin x reader / word count: 1.9k / genre: fluff (sfw/general) / warnings: none!

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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a hot roommate, must want to jump his bones.

Like. C’mon. Kim Seokjin is nothing if not easy on the eyes. It’s not enough that he has the body proportions of a god—broad shoulders, lovely thighs, everything in its place and perfectly in line with his height and his poise—he has a beautiful face, too. Those lips. That jaw. Those eyes. You don’t want to wax lyrical but it really is like God decided to take his time making Kim Seokjin and everyone else (like you) was just left with the dregs; the stuff that wasn’t good enough for Jin and was thrown aside.

The worst thing, though. The worst thing. The absolute worst thing about Kim Seokjin is that he is A Nice Person. 

You’d barely known each other, only a month into your cohabitation when he’d come across you crying into a tub of ice cream in the kitchen, sobbing over the guy who’d finally grown bored of stringing you along with promises of eventually becoming your actual boyfriend and had just cut you off altogether after one final lay. You were utterly heartbroken and entirely mortified when you noticed Jin standing in the kitchen doorway as you clumsily tried to dig your spoon into the still-hard vanilla, but he’d just slid down onto the floor next to you with a spoon in one hand as the other came to rest on your shoulder. He’d listened to you snivel and sniffle, quietly eating the weirdly chemical-flavoured chocolate ice cream in the own-brand Neapolitan tub you favoured—your least favourite and the one you always left till last.

Once a guy’s seen you crying your eyes out on the kitchen floor in old pyjamas, and you’ve seen him eat five pots of super hot instant noodles on the trot and chase the whole thing down with an entire box of doughnuts, you sort of get to know each other as people—both things are revealing in different ways—and it’s hard for that to not lead to friendship.

You could have dealt with Jin if he was just hot. But he’s hot and nice and funny, utterly ridiculous; he doesn’t take himself seriously while also knowing how to rein himself in when necessary to not overwhelm people and basically you’ve been crushing on him in a major, major way for a while now.

And like. Seokjin is single, so technically you have a chance. But you also have absolutely no chance at all, because? Hello? Kim Seokjin? You? You? Kim Seokjin? He’s so far out of your league he may as well be in another galaxy. And he’s also probably the best roommate you’ve ever had (cleans up after himself, doesn’t microwave fish and stink up the place, likes the same TV shows as you so there are no arguments over the remote), so you’re not about to throw a wrench into the mix by doing something stupid like confessing that you like him.

“Right, I should be back around ten,” says Seokjin. He’s all dressed up for a noraebang night with his friends—well, not dressed up really, they’re just gonna get drunk while wailing songs at the top of their lungs in a small room so it’s not like he has to go all out, but Seokjin makes everything look good. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?”

Seokjin is nice and hot and funny and friendly. Honestly, he’s just a dreamboat of a roommate and a man, with great friends too. Normally you would have leaped at the chance to spend a night out with Seokjin and the other guys, but you’d spilled your drink on Yoongi last time and were still convinced that he was plotting your imminent demise. Even if Seokjin insists otherwise, you want to give Yoongi a wide berth for a little while longer in the hopes he’ll suddenly suffer a bout of amnesia and forget that you spilled a very boozy and sticky Oreo and Baileys cocktail(/glorified milkshake) on him and ruined his shoes.

“I’m good,” you say. “But make sure you don’t have any fun without me and you have to let everyone know that it’s because I’m not there.”

Jin laughs, a wet squeegee of a sound, and it goes straight to your heart. “I’ll pass on the message,” he promises, blowing you a tiny kiss as he goes. 

(Ugh, he’s so cute. You hate him.) (No, you don’t.)

You seem to be setting a trend for yourself in the drink-spilling department, though. During an ad break you decide to get yourself a drink, and even though it’s just a Boys Over Flowers rerun that you’ve seen multiple times, you rush as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice—you don’t want to take too long and miss anything. Suffice to say you Fuck Up and end up with a shirt and trousers covered in juice and pulp and you miss a bunch of the episode as you clean it up, huffing dramatically to yourself the whole time, before scarpering towards your bedroom for some new clothes. 

At least, that’s the plan. You pass by Seokjin’s open door and pause, taking in the sight of a few discarded bits of clothing on his bed and across the back of his chair, things he’d clearly decided weren’t worth wearing out tonight. The one that’s caught your eye is the vibrant pink shirt strewn over his duvet, one of your favourites, one you haven’t seen him wear in a while. It’s one of your favourites because he just looks so cosy in it—Jin ends up with a lot of oversized clothes so they can fit over his shoulders, but he practically swims in material when he wears this shirt, flapping the sleeves at you and then laughing at his own antics. He could wear it as a dress if he wanted to, probably.

… so could you, if you wanted to, probably.

… but you shouldn’t. Like, that’s weird. Jin is your roommate and even if he’s made it clear that he has an open door policy, going in through said open door to get a bit of his clothing is weird. Definitely creepy.

But… you’ve already kicked off your dirtied outfit and you’re just in your underwear so you can’t be blamed for being worried if you’re going to get cold, right? You’re just grabbing the closest bit of clothing, aren’t you?

… You’ll take it off before he gets back and put it in the laundry with everything else; he won’t notice. You’ll just take this awful awful secret to the grave and never tell anyone about your invasive actions.

Oh, man, the shirt smells so good. You share the same laundry detergent but Jin had clearly tried this on before discarding it, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air as you end up swamped in the shirt (/shirt dress), and you don’t regret this. Well, you do, but also you don’t. It’s like being wrapped up in Jin’s arms. Jin’s not shy about giving you hugs but there’s something altogether different about wearing someone’s clothes.

You end up curled up on the sofa as you watch more Boys Over Flowers, knees to your chest and revelling in how cosy and small Jin’s massive shirt makes you feel. You have to hitch the material up so that your hands peep out the ends of the sleeves. Sweater paws are cute on everyone, even yourself, and you giggle as you fumble for the remote so that you can check how many more episodes there are before it turns to something else. You can indulge yourself for a bit. As a treat.

“Unbelievable, I can’t believe Minji did that,” you mutter, so caught up in the drama of it all (as if you haven’t seen this episode four times) that you don’t hear the key turning in the lock, nor do you hear the footsteps that are heading towards you—what you do hear, however, is the sudden sound of Seokjin’s voice, freezing like a rabbit caught in headlights when you do.

“I forgot my wallet,” he says. “I—”

And that’s how he catches you, wide-eyed as you stare back at him, wishing that you could bury yourself between the sofa pillows so that he can’t see you. His keys are still in his hand and his mouth is open around an unfinished word as he takes the sight of you in, scrunched up against the armrest in some ridiculous attempt to shrink yourself small enough that he would have missed you.

He stares. You stare. You both stare. And then—

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

“No!” A high-pitched shrill of an obvious lie. “No, uh, nope. Nuh-uh. Haha, oh, Jin, always such a jokester, you.”

You want the sofa to suddenly develop sentience and swallow you whole, just so you can be out of this situation. So you wouldn’t have to watch as a smile starts to spread over Jin’s face, the way there’s a little glint in his eyes, the way he opens his mouth and says—

“You know, you didn’t have to turn down noraebang just so you could wear my clothes. You just had to ask, I would have said yes.” He doesn’t seem creeped out, just amused, which is—well, it’s better, but, what? He’s laughing at you? You don’t know if that’s worse, somehow, actually.

“I didn’t! I spilled orange juice on my shirt and then I saw this shirt and you weren’t home—”

“Aha, so you admit it, it’s not your shirt,” Jin proclaims. He looks smug.

“Oh my God, I am full of regret,” you groan. “My life is a disaster. Can we pretend this never happened? I will pay you literal money. Please.”

At this, Jin’s eyes turn soft. “Do you really want that?”

“I—wuh? Do I really want us both to pretend you didn’t walk in on me wearing your shirt like some weird stalker or something? Absolutely. Yes. Let’s do that.”

“I wasn’t joking about letting you wear my clothes,” he says. There’s a note to his voice, something a little doughy, yielding and warm for you, and—you know what your gut is screaming at you, but— “I always thought you’d look cute in them, and I was right.”

You splutter. Jin thought you’d look cute—he’s been thinking about you wearing his clothes—the sort of thing that, you know, couples do. But this is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about. There’s no way he’s attracted to you in the way you’re attracted to him.

… but he is looking at you in a way that’s soft and tender, the same look you give him when you think he isn’t looking.

“Jin,” you say, slow. “Are you…”

“The most handsome man alive? Yes, I am.”

You make a face at his interruption and he laughs at your expression before going quiet, eyes so big and lovely and warm as he smiles at you, and you continue to speak. “Are you saying you want to, y’know. See me wearing more of your clothes? Or, uh... Less clothes in general?”

You can feel the blood rising in your cheeks as you say this, and you can see the red that starts to tinge the top of Jin’s ears, exquisite and wonderful. “I’m saying that I’m happy to give you what’s mine, including my clothes,” he says. “And my time. And love.”

You end up pulling the excess material of the shirt over your head as you turn into some sort of bright pink turtle, overwhelmed and in disbelief but so happy.

Judging from Jin’s laughter and the warmth of his hands reaching for yours in their too-long sleeves, he is, too.

#bts #bts au #bts imagine #bts fic #bts oneshot #bts drabble #cypherwritersnet #bts fluff #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x you #seokjin x you #seokjin #kim seokjin #seokjin fanfic #jin fanfic #jin fic #seokjin fic #seokjin x oc #seokjin oneshot #I'm practicing writing shorter fics and it's HARD bc my brain is like. you gotta. flesh out the scene. #you gotta explain things. you gotta establish the world. #joy.masterlist

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La La Lost You (Mark Tuan X Reader AU) - PROLOGUE

A little message from the author. (reposted from my previous tumblr)

So, after several weeks, because I’ve been postponing on writing and editing due to work and some personal issues haha. Finally, here’s the prologue! I’ll try to post the whole chapter 1 as soon as possible.

Just a heads up guys!  🙋🏻‍♀️

English isn’t my first language so bear with me if I have wrong spellings, grammars and limited vocabulary. I hope that you all can enjoy reading this.  😊

“Y/N “- Your Name

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 1,128

He brings your hand to his face, affectionately nestling with it on his cheek. He shut his eyes to sense more of this moment as your hand cups his face.

“Let’s stay like this forever.”

You feel your heart flutter more to his words. Mark doesn’t really fail to make you feel more love and happy than you think you deserve. He just always says the right things at the right moment. You think that you’re in your golden days now. You sometimes think what have you done so good before in your past life to get this lucky.

Because, you mean, this is Mark Tuan; The film production major, dean-lister student. An active and enthusiastic vice-president of the organization in your department. You would lie if you say that you were not attracted to him, not even a little, the first time you saw him at a meeting happened to welcome all new members.

You bemusedly asked in your mind, how can someone be so purely appealing from wearing a plain white shirt and a light blue pants. He’s really just the definition of perfection in visual. Besides, you know that almost every person in your department, and maybe in other departments in your university, are head-over-heels over this man.

But, regardless of the amount of attractions he receives, he’s really a modest, quiet person who prefers his own company. Sometimes, with his really close friends. But mostly, he would just spend his time alone. That’s why when you started dating, most people around you were in awe.

You bring your free hand to brush his hair from his forehead then gently kisses it. He looks up to you then he put both of his hands to cup your face, bringing it closer to his. You’re now nose to nose with him.

He gazes into your eyes with his eyes glimmering, “So… Is that a yes? Because I’m still looking for a perfect ring to put on you.”

“Okay jokester.”, you chuckled at his words and tried to pull away from his intense gaze but he quickly turned your face to his again, with a little pout expressed on his cute lips, “But I’m really doing a canvass now…”

You felt his serious tone, although still looking cute with his little pout. You worried that he might sulk after your respond to him. Your brows furrowed, you asked him with a bit of confusion in your voice, “What? You’re serious Mark?”

He rapidly sat up beside you with his hands still cupping your face, slightly squeezing your cheeks, “Why would I joke about wanting to be with you, Y/N?”

You suddenly felt bad for thinking that he’s only trying to be funny. But with all those playful pranks and jokes he pulls on you with your 4 years of dating him, it was your turn to sulk at him. Yes, he’s quiet and kind of a reserved person. But with the right people, person, with you, he’s a whole lot different person. Not that different for you though. Maybe for other people. You see other colors of him that most people don’t.

Pouting slightly your lips, you lightly slap his arm, “Yah. You can’t blame me into thinking that. You always pull your jokes on me.”

“Well, can’t argue with you on that.”, he chuckled as he wiggled his brows. “I want to annoy you for the rest of my life though.”

You smiled at his response, slightly squinting your eyes and nodding as you agreed with him. With a tone of competitiveness, you responded, “Then, I’m not backing up on that, Mark Tuan.”

He cackled on your reply as he put his arm on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, “You really don’t want to lose on me, huh? MRS. TUAN?”, putting emphasis on the name he just called you.

You hold his hand dragging over your shoulder while you lean on his. You breathe a smile at his words, “Mrs. Tuan, huh? I love to be called that in the future.”

With your answer, his lips contorted with another sweet smile, kissing your head, “I’ll take that as a yes then.”

~

“I felt like this isn’t a home anymore, Y/N...”, Mark continued. “This- This whole situation. This whole set up. This doesn’t make me feel like home anymore.”

You felt a drop of tear fell on your cheek as he continued to speak. His words echoing in your mind sends air to your head. You wanted to shout. You wanted him to stop talking. Yet, you sat still on the bedside, freezing. His words just passed through your ears.

Another silent set of minutes passed after Mark talked. You tried to keep a steady voice before speaking.

“This isn’t going to work anymore if you felt that way, Mark…”, you said as another drop of tear fell down, and another, and another.

“I cannot force you to stay just because I want to. Tha- That’s not right.”, you continued to speak as you struggled to succumb to your sobbing.

“I still love you, Y/N…”, Mark responded with a low voice. You heard him sniff through his words. You close your eyes to stop yourself from crying harder, knowing that he’s already in tears too.

“I-I do. I still do love you, Y/N…”, he continued to talk.

“But it’s not enough for you to just feel that... How about me, Mark? What would I do with your words if I can’t even feel it anymore?”, you answered to him, now staring at the floor. You’re thinking, how does him saying he loves you brings pain rather than happiness?

Chapter 1 to be posted soon. Thank you for reading! It means so much to me  💖  -n. wang

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CHAPTER 1 (posted!)

CHAPTER 2 (working in progress)

CHAPTER 3 (working in progress)

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[avengersassemble-fics]

Fine Line

part 03/?? “i carry it with me”

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previous part // next part

word count 4k

an: ugh i love sam/bucky interactions. my two doofuses

The quiet humming sound filtered from the small white bathroom and filled the halls of the rather empty apartment. There in the white porcelain bathroom hair flowed down through the air and into the sink, until the skin beneath was stubbled and clear. The humming sound finally came to a stop, leaving a silence in the air that was quite normal for this empty space. Bucky wiped his face clean with a warm moist washcloth and looked up to meet his own gaze in the mirror. He couldn’t help but run his hand over the softer shaven hair on his face, or the now short hair on the back of his neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw himself like this.

There was a soft ping that rang from the back of his jeans, and Bucky reached behind him to grab his phone. He swiped open the device and read the message from Sam, and rolled his eyes at the joking message before shoving the phone back into his pocket. He took special care in washing the hair down the sink and tossed the moist washcloth into the hamper before he walked into the hallway and his phone started to ring insistently. Bucky rolled his eyes, and pulled the phone from his back pocket, and put it up to his ear.

“What do you want, Sam?” He asked, making his way down the hallway to his room.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” Sam’s voice rang in his ear, but Bucky just sighed. “C’mon man, it’s New Years Eve.”

“I’m not interested in whatever you have planned, Sam,” Bucky told him. He could practically hear the eye roll on the other end of the line.

“Look man, you gotta come out and readjust to the world,” Sam started to explain while Bucky dug around his drawer for a shirt. “You won’t come to group meetings, you won’t go and see a professional, so why not just go out with me tonight? Nothing too big, let’s just go get some drinks and chill for a bit. Who knows when we’ll get another chance like this.”

Bucky gripped a black long sleeved shirt in his fist and fell silent after Sam spoke. He could hear the light chatters of someone on the other end, and Bucky sighed.

“Fine.” He caved in, and could tell his friend was grinning ear to ear on the other end. “But I swear to God, Sam, if I have to carry your drunk ass home-”

“That was one time!” Sam called out on the other end.

“Yeah, one time too many pal,” Bucky rolled his eyes as he spoke. “Just tell me where to meet you.”

“I’ll hit you up later,” Sam ended, and the beeping of the line closed the call. Bucky placed the phone on the dresser and pulled the black shirt over his body. He instinctively rubbed a hand over his shorter hair when another vibration came through on his phone, and he smiled at this notification in particular.

Now that Bucky could put a face to the words he read everyday, and the voice and laugh that still echoed in his mind, he knew he was in over his head. There was no question about it now. The more time he spent in the city the more he looked for you amongst the crowds. Sam had started to take notice when he’d pass by the cafe you populated days earlier and Bucky would slow his stroll to steal a look inside. He then stole his phone and found your contact information. Sooner or later, Bucky would get him back for that. For everything.

After the phone call, it became easier to text one another instead of using the website. But one thing he hadn’t done since that night was call you again. In all honesty, Bucky didn’t know if he would be able to handle hearing that sweet laced voice once more without caving and offering again to meet. Meet for real that is, not just watch you from across the street like.. Well like a spy.

So when your name came up in his texts, he was quick to open the message and read over your words anxiously.

You: NYE always brings out the most obnoxious people sometimes! It’s barely 10 and everything has booze in it.

Bucky chuckled at your words. This was his first New Years since his demise all those years ago. Truthfully, you were right. The parties back in his day were nothing compared to now. The pomp and circumstance was one of the main reasons he did not want Sam to drag him into public tonight. Even the couple of days leading up to now were too much for him. Bucky pressed the text box and began to type away.

Bucky: I don’t even want to imagine what tonight is going to be like, probably 10x as crazy

You: Wait a second hold on, you’ve never seen the ball drop in Times Square?

Bucky chortled to himself as he eased himself onto the edge of his bed.

Bucky: Can’t say I have doll, there’s a first for everything right?

You: Can’t wait to see your reaction haha!

Though you were just joking with him, Bucky frowned at the idea. He hoped to God Sam didn’t have any tricks up his sleeve tonight - though he had yet to see it happen live, he did look up clips from the previous years. The crowds were massive, and what was everyone doing kissing when the clock hit zero?

Bucky: Do you have plans tonight?

You: My sister is dragging me out again somewhere, but it’s top secret apparently.

Bucky: Hopefully in a part of town you’re allowed in.

You: You have jokes today I see.

Bucky: Has it made you smile yet?

A dangerous question. Bucky eagerly watched the three dots that hopped as you typed back a reply.

You: Yes, but that’s besides the point!

Bucky: Nope that’s all I needed to know, doll.

You: Yeah yeah whatever, jokester. Doing anything fun tonight?

Bucky: Just drinks with a buddy of mine.

You: Just two old men having a night out on the town huh?

Bucky: Look who has jokes now!

You: Take what you dish, old man.

Bucky chuckled to himself. You had started to resort to calling him old man regardless of your knowledge of him. Of course it was all in a joking manner, but you chalked it up to his use of the word doll. You said it sounded like something used in the 50’s (it probably was, but he wouldn’t know), and he had asked if it made you uncomfortable at all. Based off the look on your face the night he called and dropped the word a few times, he hoped the answer was no. And you reassured him of that in a message to answer his question.

Bucky: Try not to spit on yourself tonight.

You: You’ll never let me live that down, will you?

Bucky: Not a chance, doll.

The day carried on as most of his normally did. Alone in his apartment, some tunes filled the empty rooms in a low hum, and he either read, wrote in his journal, or texted back to you. This was how he preferred to spend his days. No missions, no life or death situations, no alien invasions, just the sound jazz in the background and.. You.

So this? This was not what Bucky wanted to do.

When Sam opened up the door to the bar, Bucky nearly choked him then and there. People adorning commemorative hats flocked everywhere, and they all greeted Sam like they knew him. Sam shook hands, slapped people over the shoulder, and smiled at a couple of dames.

Bucky was going to murder this man one day.

“Sam,” he warned when he finally got his companion on his own. “What the fuck is this?”

“I’m sorry I lured you here under false pretenses, but the group I’m with wanted to do something together,” Sam explained as he was handed two beers from the bartender. “Come on, man.. Just have a couple drinks with me, and if you want to leave - you can.”

Sam offered Bucky the bottle of alcohol and Bucky shook his head while he retrieved it. “I’m never trusting you again, I hope you know that.”

“I’m shocked and upset, truly,” Sam said and rolled his eyes. Bucky grumbled and rested on a barstool next to his disgraceful friend.

“So tell me,” Sam took a sip of his beer and pursed his lips and tossed a glance Bucky’s way. “When are you planning on meeting this girl? Sorry, officially meeting this girl?”

“Don’t think I ever will,” he answered honestly. Bucky took a swig from the bottle in his hand, even though he knew it wasn’t going to do much. “We’re in a dangerous line of work, Sam.”

Sam shook his head and motioned over to him. “That’s just an excuse.”

“No, it’s a fact,” Bucky replied. “We’re hunting the man who killed the King of Wakanda, you’re telling me that isn’t dangerous?”

“I never said that,” Sam replied and took a sip from the beer in his hands. “I said it’s an excuse. Barton has made it work, Stark did, God rest his soul. You’re obviously smitten with her.”

“Smitten,” Bucky lulled over the world. “And you call me old fashion.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam said with a roll of his eyes. “That’s what I get for hanging out with two old geezers for the last few years.”

The sudden mention, minus the name, of the old shared friend made silence fall between them. Sam was working towards forgiveness, Bucky wasn’t to that point yet. He hadn’t spoken his name, nor gone to see him since those days by the lake after Tony’s funeral. Sam knew he soured the mood by the look on Bucky's face, and before he could say something, Bucky was up out of his seat.

“Hey, wait-”

“It’s fine,” Bucky said and tossed a bill down on the bar. “This just isn’t my scene.”

Bucky beelined for the exit. He was nearly out, nearly to freedom when an unknowing body backed up into his path of travel and he knocked right into them. He was quick to catch them from hitting the ground, hands gripping their shoulders, and positioning them back upright. He mumbled apologies as the other steadied themselves with his arms, and his jaw dropped open a bit.

No fucking way was this his luck.

“Geez, I’m sorry,” your familiar silky voice said over the music and chatter. Bucky released his grip on your arms and swallowed the lump in his throat when you looked up to meet his gaze. Your eyebrow quirked up a bit as you seemed to recognize his face and Bucky cleared his throat.

“It’s no problem,” he reassured you. God, were his hands sweating?

“I remember you,” you offered him a smile and Bucky felt frozen in place. “From that club, you got me a couple of drinks.”

“Right,” he nodded and swallowed another lump in his throat. “Rum and Coke.”

“Well that was your choice,” you joked and he finally cracked a smile. “What’s your name?”

“Sam,” he said a little too quickly. He nodded at himself. Fuck. “My name’s Sam.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam,” you offered your hand.

Bucky hesitated for a moment before he gently enveloped your hand with his gloved metal one. “And what should I call you?”

“(Y/N),” you replied and he smiled.

“I like it,” he said before he could stop himself. You smiled and he released your hand. Shit shit shit that was too much-

“Would you like to buy me a drink?” You asked and Bucky blinked a couple times before him. You were flirting with him. He couldn’t help but grin and nod back towards the bar behind him.

“I would like nothing more,” he said. He motioned his hand towards the bar and you moved around him to it. To his dismay, you sat a couple seats away from Sam. Bucky leaned his side against the bar with his back to his previous companion and hoped to God he wasn’t going to look this way. You smiled sweetly at the bartender and ordered something bubbly, and Bucky gave a knowing nod for another beer.

“So Sam,” you said over the music. Bucky could practically feel Sam’s eyes turn and stare at the back of his head, and he wanted nothing more than to hit the smug look off his face. And when Sam realized who and what was going on, he could hear the idiot stifle back laughs. “Are you a part of this.. Thing?”

“The group?” Bucky asked. He heard Sam slam his beer down in a frenzy from laughter and he clenched his jaw. He was going to kill him. He really was. He could just turn around and do it right here, right now. “No, no I’m not a part of it.. Are you?”

You turned a bit over your shoulder, and pointed at your sister who was trying to pry a karaoke mic from another person. “That trainwreck over there is trying to get me to join.”

The bartender was back with the drinks and you thanked him with your pretty smile again. Bucky lifted his beer up and shifted his body so he could send a glare at Sam, who looked like he was going to burst at any moment. With a curled fist, Bucky punched his side, and you didn’t even notice. Sam coughed frantically and you glanced over with a concerned look. Bucky set his beer down and placed a firm solid hand on Sam’s shoulder.

“Woah there man, you okay?” Bucky asked as he neared. Once he was close enough to Sam’s ear he whispered. “Go the fuck away, Sam.”

“Fuck you, Bucky,” Sam said back just as low. Bucky retracted himself back to your side and Sam stood, offered a small nod to the both of you and retreated with his drink. Bucky finally eased himself onto a seat beside you while you watched Sam wander away.

“Is he okay?” You asked and Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, poor guy just can’t hold his alcohol.” Bucky smiled at his own statement and took another swig from his drink. You sipped at your drink, and he could tell from the corner of his eye you were staring at him. Bucky placed his drink down and glanced over at you and you smiled.

“So tell me, Sam,” you started and Bucky turned a bit so he could face you better and just take you in. “Not to be pushy or anything.”

“Push all you want,” he reassured you. He could’ve sworn he saw a hint of rosiness creek over your cheeks.

“What are you doing here if you aren’t a part of this group?”

Bucky had to say his next words very carefully. He knew if he gave too much away you may be able to connect the dots. Your eyes looked his face over as he pondered his thought and he nodded a bit.

“I was dusted, and my pal thinks I should join.. But I don’t think I’m ready.”

“Ah, I see,” you said and Bucky watched as you sipped your drink.

“What about you?” He asked and you glanced over at him as you sipped away. “Gonna listen to your friend and give this a try?”

You let out a little uh uh as you swallowed, and rested your elbows on the bar. “I don’t think it’s for me.”

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I think I’m doing okay on my own,” you admit to him.

You had a small smile on your face. Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if you thought about him at that moment. But he nodded and glanced up at the tv that hung on the wall. Only a few minutes to midnight. You followed his gaze to the tv and hummed a bit.

“So Sam, are you planning on kissing anyone when the ball drops?” You asked.

Bucky blinked at your question. You were looking at him with curious eyes, and he felt something tingle in his chest. But Bucky fought his thoughts and shook his head.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he diverted your question and you let out another quiet hmm. You opened your mouth to say something but a hand grabbed onto your arm, and Bucky finally saw your sister up close and personal.

“They won’t let me sing,” she complained and you smiled at Bucky before turning to your sister.

“Good, you’re terrible,” you told her and she rolled her eyes and finally landed her gaze upon Bucky.

“Who is this?” She asked and gave him a nice smile. Bucky could tell you fought back a laugh and stood from your place, wrapping an arm around your sister.

“That’s Sam,” you told her. “And you’re drunk.”

“No just a little bit,” she said and winked at Bucky. He only offered a smile before his eyes locked with yours. “Come on, I wanna be right in the middle when the ball drops.”

“Okay pushover,” you agreed and your sister bounced back to the crowd. You finished your drink and turned to face him and offered Bucky a smile.

“Thank you,” you placed your hand on his and gave it a squeeze. Bucky felt his heart race under his chest and gave you a small nod as you walked away, taking his breath with you. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, not until his worst fears came true. Sam was back at his side.

“So that’s her, huh?” Sam asked as he pulled out his wallet to close his tab. Bucky grumbled and pulled his wallet out as well.

“Yeah.. That’s her,” Bucky admitted. Sam glanced over his shoulder and shrugged a bit.

“She’s cute man, I don’t know why you stole my name.”

“Please just for the love of God drop it,” Bucky nearly pleaded as he put a couple bills down for the bartender in payment and a tip.

“Look,” Sam started as he turned to face Bucky. “I get you want to protect her from this life.. But from what I can tell from the messages, and the flirting, she’s into you.”

Over the tv the sounds of that final countdown started. The crowd in the room began to chant along as well and both men glanced at the tv. Sam turned back to head over to the crowd and looked Bucky over one more time.

“All I’m saying is, don’t be afraid to make the move. We both know how that worked out for Steve.”

Sam wandered off to the group and Bucky stared at the wooden bar before him. The voices that echoed behind him started to count down louder as Bucky got lost in his thoughts.

20! 19! 18! 17! 16!

As much as it physically pained him to admit, Sam was right. But he couldn’t take his word for it if you were “into him” or not. Sam was the absolute worst judge on women. Ladies. Dames-- God damn it that didn’t matter right now!

15! 14! 13! 12! 11!

Just one test. One test and he would know for sure if he would reveal himself to you. If you felt the same way about him. This was his chance to see if what your eyes showed him tonight, and that night outside the cafe were what he was looking for.

10! 9! 8! 7! 6!

Bucky stood up from his chair and downed the remaining liquor in the bottle, even if it didn’t aid him, before he sauntered towards the crowd. He could easily pick you out amongst the other bodies, and had to push through a couple people to get there on time.

5! 4! 3! 2! 1!

Just as the people around started to yell out the fateful words ‘Happy New Year’ Buky grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you into him. His hands enveloped your face and your expression went from shock to acknowledgment when your eyes met his. In one fluid motion, he leaned down to catch your lips with his.

Your lips didn’t move against his, and Bucky felt defeated. After a couple quick seconds he pulled away and opened his eyes once more to see you staring at him. You looked confused, but he couldn’t tell if you were upset or not. Bucky retracted his hands from your face while others around kissed one another. You held your gaze with him and Bucky was going to just forget this ever happened. Just forget you.

He was pulled back into the moment when you suddenly placed your hand on the nape of his neck, and ran your fingers into the edges of his hair. Bucky was quick to grab a hold of your hips and lean back down to kiss you once more. This time, you moved in sync with him. It was a slow and passionate kiss as you pressed yourself into his body. Your lips parted for him and Bucky eagerly snuck his tongue into your mouth, and you relaxed against him. The almost sloppy wet kisses made his head buzz as he tasted the sweet bubbly drink you consumed with him, and felt your fingers scratch his scalp. His fingers dug into your hips to relieve the pressure he felt in him, and as the cheering died down, you both finally released one another.

Bucky’s lips hovered over yours as your hot breaths mixed with one another. Your skin did indeed look rosy, and the beautiful color in your eyes looked a little darker. You slowly untangled your fingers from his hair, and Bucky took his hands off your hips. He hated to end it like this, but your sister was quick to grab your hand and insist on her tiredness, and pulled you with her to the exit. Bucky didn’t look away as you were pulled out into the snowy night, and he smiled to himself like an idiot.

By the time he got home he had felt his phone vibrate a couple times. As he climbed the stairs to his apartment he ignored Sam’s attempt at a joke on Bucky’s behalf, and fumbled with his keys as he read your message over.

You: Happy New Years, Bucky! Have a good night? Thought about this tonight after all the festivities:

Somewhere there is a place where I belong

Where an orchestra plays my favourite song

Butterflies gather and birds fly high

A beautiful place in a sun-lit sky

I wake and I wonder the land of the free

Where souls dance happy and the shore meets the sea

Mermaids chat and whisper the day

And Gods of hope are not far away

The place where I belong sits right in my hand

It lies in oceans blue and drifts of hot sand

I carry it with me, for my eyes to see

That the place I belong, sits within me

Bucky tossed his keys into the bowl, took his jacket off as usual, and ran his hand through his hair at the thought of tonight. He smiled as he typed back a response.

Bucky: Happy New Years, doll. I did have a good night actually. I’m guessing you had a good night with your sister?

When he didn’t get an immediate reply, Bucky thought he just missed you. He made his way to the bathroom and started to strip rom his clothes when his phone vibrated on the porcelain sink, and he all but rushed to read your message with a stupid grin on his face.

You: It was better than I expected :)

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #Winter Soldier #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier x you #winter soldier fic

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Miraculous Ladybug Fluff Week 2020 Day #7 Reveal

Okay I’ve sucked at the fluff week stuff. I’ve been writing for all my other fanfics, so it’s not like I haven’t been writing. But today is REVEAL day!! So I gotta do another take on a fluffy reveal!!

Fluff Week Reveal Day #7

Adrien knew they had to wait till Hawkmoth was defeated. He knew if they revealed their identities, it could put them at a great risk of Hawkmoth using their love against them. He knew all of this. But it didn’t stop his heart from longing to know.

Who was she?

Why did she affect him so?

Why couldn’t he let go??

He could have easily been with Kagami. She was willing, and he tried to give their love a chance, but his heart wouldn’t let go of his Lady. Why did he have to love someone who was in love with someone else?

Adrien packed up his bags from fencing class and waved good bye to Kagami. At least they were still friends.

He walked outside to see it was raining. There was a big umbrella with two people underneath it. He realized it was Marinette and Luka. His heart pounded as she reached up on her tippy toes to kiss Luka on the cheek.

But it didn’t look like a happy kiss. It looked like a farewell kiss. Luka looked a little dejected, but he nodded as he listened to Marinette’s words. The guy was the epitome of understanding. Adrien wished he could be like that. Luka waved good bye to her and started walking off in the rain. Marinette called after him to see if he wanted the umbrella, but he shook his head no and blew a good bye kiss to her.

Marinette looked as if she would cry. Adrien ran up to her, concerned. “Marinette! Are you okay??”

She looked startled at first and wiped a tear away. “Oh, Adrien! Did.. did you finish your fencing class?”

“Yes, but never mind me, what happened? You look awful!”

“Um,” she looked a little dazed.

Adrien waved his hands, “Wait, I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!”

She sighed. “No, it’s okay. It’s just, I told Luka we just won’t work out. I... my heart belongs to someone else.”

Marinette looked off in the distance, avoiding his eyes.

“Someone else?” He asked dumbly. Wait, so the guy she was in love with wasn’t Luka??

She laughed nervously. “Yeah, but uh, he only sees me as a friend. Nothing more. But I can’t help... loving him.”

His heart pounded in his chest for some reason. Wait, did he wish that person was him??? No way!! He was just thinking about Ladybug! What kind of guy would think of another girl at a time like this?? His heart felt like a battle ground.

“I’m sorry about that, Marinette. If it makes you feel any better, the girl I love looks at me the same way...”

She looked surprised. “She only sees you as friend??! The Adrien Agreste??? Heartthrob of Paris??”

Adrien laughed. “Well, to be fair, she doesn’t actually know who I am. To her, I’m just a normal guy.”

Her eyebrow quirked up. “Is this like an Internet relationship or something?”

Uh oh. Back peddle, Agreste. Back peddle. “Uh, yeah, I guess you could say it’s something like that.”

“Why don’t you just tell her who you are then? I’m sure if she knew, she might just fall for you.”

She saw the look on his face and it dawned on her. “Oh. She’s in love with someone else, huh?”

He nodded, feeling a stone pit in his stomach. “Yeah, so I guess I have it worse than you. She can’t love me because her heart belongs to someone else.”

She wrapped her arms around him awkwardly as she held her giant umbrella. “No, I get it. The boy I love also loves someone else.”

He laughed at the absurdity of the pair of them. She leaned back looking at him questioning. “Sorry, I was just thinking what a pair we make. A bunch of heartbroken people on the day before Valentines Day.”

She laughed through her tears. “Yes, that’s true. I’m glad I have you, Adrien. You’re amazing and I...”

“You what?”

“Um, I have to go. This umbrella is getting heavy. I should probably go get the umbrella you lent me that first day of school.”

He remembered that day. It was a lot like this day. It was a fond memory. She had been so dorky.

“You’re laughing at me aren’t you?”

He startled himself when he realized he’d been laughing out loud. “Haha, sorry. I was remembering when that umbrella collapsed on you. Typical Marinette. But it will always be a good memory to me.”

She giggled as she looked at him. But they both stopped laughing and gazed at each other. What the heck was happening???

“I, uh, gotta split! Got homework to do! Bye, Marinette!!”

He started running full speed towards his house. Plagg was snickering in his jacket. “Hush, Plagg. It’s not what you think.”

“Uh huh. I’m sure you feel absolutely nothing for that bakery girl, do you?”

Adrien could feel his face heating up. “Shut up. She’s not Ladybug. I only love Ladybug.”

“Sure. And I’m the kwami of creation. Come on. I know you. You feel something for her. Your heart rate always picks up around her. You’re just denying it because you love Ladybug.”

“I don’t want to hear this from you, Plagg. Ladybug and I were meant to be. As much as I like Marinette, my heart will always belong to Ladybug.”

“Well, I mean, technically you love both of them. And what does that tell you?”

“That I’m stupid and I feel like I’m cheating on M’Lady. Even if we’re not in a relationship.”

Plagg face palmed with his little paw and sighed dramatically. “You’re not listening, kid. I’m telling you to really think about this... who is Marinette? Really?”

Adrien stopped in an alley before getting to his house. “Look, I need time to clear my head.”

“Adrien, don’t you dare...”

“Plagg, claws out!!”

**************

Marinette sighed as she stared off into space on top of her balcony. Tikki floated nearby looking worried.

“I just... can’t let Adrien go, Tikki. He drives me crazy and my heart is all messed up! Even as I said good bye to Luka, he was all I could think about.”

“And having him come up to you right after breaking it off with Luka didn’t help...” Tikki sighed.

“Am I just crazy, or did we have a connection just then?”

Tikki looked thoughtful. “I mean, he looks like he really does care for you. But does that translate to romantic love? I’m not too sure.”

Marinette looked off from beneath her umbrella to the bleak Parisian skyline. “Wait, is that Cat Noir?”

Tikki looked and nodded. “Indeed. And it’s not patrol time yet. He must need a distraction.”

“Why do you say that, Tikki?”

“Just something I’ve noticed about both of you. If you’re feeling down or need to think, both of you transform and jump along the rooftops. It’s quite endearing.”

Marinette sighed. “Cat Noir is an interesting case. I get the feeling he’s lonely a lot.”

Tikki nodded sagely. “That’s probably true. You should go say hi. He may need a friend.”

Marinette felt her heart squeeze. She cared a lot about him. He had saved her life so many times, and even though he was a jokester, they made a good team. Why couldn’t she love him? Why did she have to love someone who didn’t love her back?

“Okay, I’ll go talk to him. Tikki, spots on!”

Before she left, she saw the black umbrella still out. It was the one Adrien had lent her. She didn’t feel like letting the rain drench her, so she picked it up. The chances of anyone recognizing it was slim to none. It was just a regular black umbrella after all.

She felt a little like Mary Poppins, and she had to be careful not to break it while she went swinging from building to building. She found Cat Noir sitting with his back to her, getting drenched. He looked so thoughtful, it surprised her.

Marinette snuck up behind him and placed the umbrella over his head, waiting for him to realize he wasn’t being rained on anymore.

“That’s weird...” he looked up to see the umbrella and whirled around to face her. “M’Lady? What are you doing here? It’s not patrol time.”

She smiled. “I saw you jumping around and thought I’d come check on you.”

He placed his hand on his heart. “Oh, M’Lady, you honor this black cat.”

She giggled. “Here, take this. You can do the honor of holding it since you’re such a gentleman.”

Their gloved hands touched briefly and an electric current went up her arm. What the heck??

Cat Noir looked at her and looked surprised himself. “You CHARGE me up you know.”

She groaned. “WATS do you mean by that??”

Cat Noir grinned. “I will win you over yet with my ELECTRIC jokes. See I’ve already got you using puns too.”

“I doubt that.”

He looked at the small umbrella and realized how close they were. It made his heart thump madly in his chest. “I totally thought you’d own a cuter umbrella than this? You seem like you’d be one for style.”

“Oh, it’s not mine actually. A friend lent it to me his first day of school. I actually need to give it back, but I’m having a hard time letting it go...”

“Why is that? Who’s this he?”

She looked suddenly bashful. “Well, I guess it can’t hurt. You see, there was a total misunderstanding between this guy and I the first time we met. At the end of school, he explained what happened, and since it was raining, he lent me his umbrella.”

When she met his eyes, she was surprised to see him looking really confused. He looked down at the handle then. Crap, Adrien’s initials were on it. Why hadn’t she thought of that??

He looked back up at her in shock.

“What, what’s wrong?”

“Um, I uhhhhhh.”

She’d never seen him speechless before! “Cat, what’s wrong?”

He started laughing then. Like really laughing. “I’m.. such an idiot. Of course, of course you would be her!”

“Her? Wait, wait, you know who I am?? Cat, this is bad!! We can’t know each other’s identities!!”

She started pacing.

“But how can you be so sure?? And how do you.. wait, the umbrella.. No....”

She looked at him as it finally dawned on her. The only one who was there when she received the umbrella was Adrien. “Adrien.”

He nodded and smiled at her. “Hello, Marinette.”

Oh no. Oh no no no. The boy she loved was the boy who was also her dorky partner! And yet, all the pieces fell together in her mind. She started laughing as well. What was wrong with her??

She took a deep breath and looked him in the face. Yeah, no good. She was totally and completely in love with this dork. “Adrien, I...”

He took her hands and kissed one of them. “I should have figured I would fall in love with the same girl twice.”

“Fall in... love?” She squeaked.

He laugh a little self deprecatingly. “Yeah, I mean, I suppose this is as good of time as any. I was falling in love with my best friend. I didn’t want to admit it to myself. I suppose I always knew in my heart who you were, but just couldn’t make the connection in my head. I called you our Ever Day Ladybug for Pete’s sake! Come on, Agreste. I really am a lost cause.”

Marinette wanted to say something. Anything.

“I know you’re in love with someone else. I just had to tell you now, before I lost my nerve.”

She was crying! He looked concerned as he watched her.

“I’m sorry. I’m probably ruining our friendship now. I just couldn’t ignore my feelings anymore. And knowing the most amazing superhero of Paris is also the amazing superhero of my school. I guess you can say I don’t stand a fighting chance.”

That was it!! She took his head in her hands and kissed him deeply. He started to protest but then slowly put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer.

She finally pulled back but remained in his arms.

“Um, well, that wasn’t what I expected.” He mumbled a little incoherently.

“It’s you, stupid.”

He blinked uncomprehendingly for a second. Then realization dawned on him. “Oh. OH.”

“Yes, Adrien Agreste, it’s you. I’ve been in love with you. I could never find the right words, and then, when you told me there was a girl you were in love with the day at the Wax Museum, I was crushed. I didn’t realize the girl you were in love with was me... and before I knew it, I was falling for my best friend and partner.”

He looked stunned and in awe. “I can’t believe it. I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world.”

She blushed deeply. “It’s like a fairy tale.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

Her heart beat wildly on his chest as she stood in his arms. She nodded and pushed up on her tippy toes to meet his lips.

“That will never get old.” He sighed as they came apart.

“Tikki, spots off.”

A bright light blinded him for a second till Marinette appeared in front of him. “Well, this is me.”

He grinned. “Plagg, claws in.”

Her heart hammered as the boy of her dreams dropped his mask. “It really is you.”

He winked at her. “In the flesh.”

Her heart sank then. “But what about Hawkmoth? What if he finds out? What if our love destroys the world again??”

He looked confused. “Again?”

“Ah, that’s right. Although, knowing who you are, it all makes sense now. You see, one day, Bunnix came to me after I dropped that beret off at your house. Originally it had been signed “from Marinette” when I left it on your bed.”

“The beret was from you??”

She nodded a little embarrassed. “Yes, but I made a terrible blunder that day, and you must have discovered my secret. I don’t know the details of the other timeline, but eventually Hawkmoth found out and used our love against us. He akumatized you and in rebellion, your power destroyed the planet and the moon.”

His eyes looked alarmed.

“But don’t worry! I saved you! And fixed the timeline. But that also meant you never knew who I was.”

Adrien looked thoughtful. “If I had found out, I probably would have tried to keep it a secret. Perhaps something happened and maybe Hawkmoth hurt you. But don’t worry, Marinette, I won’t let that happen this time. Besides, Bunnix hasn’t appeared yet, has she?”

She nodded, some hope coming to her eyes.

“Perhaps now is when we were supposed to find out.” He took her hands in his. “And now we can be stronger than ever. We will defeat Hawkmoth. We have no secrets between us anymore. Love conquers hate after all.”

She smiled at him through her happy tears. “I love you, Adrien Agreste.”

“I love you too, Marinette Dupain-Chang.”

He gently tipped her face up and kissed her again oh so sweetly.

Whatever came next, they would fight together. They were a true team in both forms now.

“Bout time.” Plagg interjected floating up between them.

“Plagg! Give them some privacy!!” Tikki chided him coming up next to him.

Adrien grabbed Plagg. “You little weasel, you knew all along didn’t you??”

“Hey, I was just trying to help.”

“Adrien, it’s okay. We had to wait for the right time anyway.” Marinette laughed as Adrien let him go.

“Marinette is right.” Tikki agreed.

“Good to see you again, Tikki!” Adrien exclaimed patting her little red head.

“You too, Adrien. It’s about time. Marinette was going crazy over you!”

“Tikki!!” Marinette exclaimed feeling mortified.

Adrien blushed as he looked at her. “Well, Plagg can tell you I was going crazy over he as well.”

Marinette was so thankful for him. So thankful to have a man who loved her just as much as she loved him.

“Since Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, you should probably know Marinette is the one who replied to your poem a few years ago.” Plagg causally interjected.

“Wait, seriously?? I had wondered if it was you after I saw the handwriting, but I was convinced you loved Luka...”

She nodded, feeling super self conscious.

He picked her up and swung her around. “I love you, Marinette!!”

She felt like she was flying! She looked down at Adrien who was laughing so joyfully. This was right. They were right. And her heart couldn’t take it so she just laughed with him.

He finally put her down and burrowed his face in her neck. “Adrien!”

“Let me just stay here for a second.”

She stopped protesting and ruffled his hair lovingly.

“Okay,” he said eventually backing off, “I’m good now. Though I may need a recharge soon.”

“I will gladly give it.” She giggled.

He sighed as he looked at her. “You’re amazing, Marinette.”

“And you’re the cat’s meow.” She said winking at him.

“Okay, that deserves a kiss.”

He kissed her again, loving that she was in his arms.

“Ugh, are we going to have to deal with this from now on???” Plagg protested.

“Come on, Plagg. Leave them alone.” Tikki demanded dragging him off.

Adrien looked at her. “Aw man, you’re soaking wet!”

“To be honest, I didn’t even notice the rain.”

He placed his hand on her cheek. “Yeah, me neither. But come on, we should probably get you dried off before you catch a cold.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Want to come over to my place?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Okay, let me go get the umbrella.”

There was no way she was ever getting rid of that umbrella!!

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[daily-dose-of-imagines]

𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙-𝕌𝕡 ♡

Hello! Can I have a match up for Haikyuu, Kuroko no Basuke, and Jibaku no Hanako-San? I’m short (5’4), Raven hair, dark brown eyes, fair skin, and I don’t know how to describe my eye shape, but it looks like Kise’s from KNB.

I’m skinny, an INTJ, ambivert, quiet when you meet me but (as all shy people do) when I open up, I’m pretty nice. I’m a self aware salty bitch, so brutally honest you’ll call me mean, but hey I’m nice when you need it. People always say that I’m extremely smart, but let’s be real, when I’m with my brother and we behave so chaotically, we both lose braincells (I still remembered that time we practiced jojo Bizzare adventure poses just to intimidate the other team my brother was playing against, haha the good times) I bottle up my emotions, and people tell me all the time that I look sad and lonely. (I mean like, child neglect got me—)

I’m sarcastic and I kind of roast people (Kind of, you can’t count it as a roast because it’s just me being brutally honest and mean.)

God this was so long I’m so sorry, but to close it up, I have very bad luck. In gym class I always get hit by a ball to the face, my friends all either move away, go to another school, or outright ditch me. (The last one ditched me for some dude’s group of little friends. Man, she’s such a SIMP.)

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@kamitaxey​ First off I want to say– oml i love you??? like shit I relate to all of your shit on a close level and it has me deceased omg and bb ofc you can have matchups~!!! I hope these are all to your liking~! 

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘…

𝕋𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝕂𝕖𝕚

Okay, so I’m pretty sure you probably saw this one coming– but oml I couldn’t help myself. The sheer chaos between the two of you roasting one another has me on the floor d e a d. Like oh my lord, Tsuki would definitely be a tsundere type of lover boy when it comes to you, but shit he do be teasing the ever living fuck outta you man like–

But that doesn’t mean you don’t get your own revenge. He knows exactly what it’s like to bottle up feelings, so when you sees that you on the verge of exploding he’s taking more care of you. He’d take you home, bring you into the confines of your shared bedroom and literally just hold you while having nothing but fluff around y’all so you can just let it all out honey. Surprisingly, he won’t poke fun or jest at you.

Instead, when you’ve relaxed and spent of emotions he starts telling you about embarrassing stories about the others to cheer you up. He has a small smile on his face when you crack a smile or even giggle. 

Won’t hesitate to roast you like you roast him, like the whole vbc has an ongoing pile of who’s gonna out roast the other. Is definitely the first one by your side in any case if a volleyball smacks your face. He’d fret on the inside and be stone faced on the outside while calling you a dumbass. 

Once he knows for sure you’re 100% okay, and you do this by mocking him, he pokes fun at you saying how he’s gonna have that memory engraved into his brain forever. Or that he should put out a sign that says “Warning, Volleyballs live here” though of course he only means it out of love hehe

He’s the type who’s not very good at showing affection, but shit when he be feeling those emotions called jealousy boi acts o u t. He will hold you close. One arm around your waist or his arm around your shoulder. Will have your hand in his own if he sees a pest bugging you. 

Other then that, he will always, and I mean always ask for a good luck kiss before a match. Though he’ll tease you about it. He won’t let you leave until he has it

𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕪𝕒 ℍ𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕠

OKAY SO LIKE, he a manipulative little bishie, he went through turmoil is a lot better and honestly doesn’t manipulate as often anymore. He just does whenever things don’t necessarily work in his favor and he wants to sneak in at least a win of sorts on his side. No matter how big or small.

Definitely gets surprised when you call him out on his shit and he gets embarrassed as fuck. Kagami fucking dies of laughter at the flustered state Tatsuya is left in when you guys finally meet on decent speaking terms. 

He knew you’d open up eventually after hanging out with friends, but shit he didn’t expect a whole savage like damn. He’s kinda starstruck man. Works up the courage to ask you out on a date eventually, each one manipulated so that it would be the perfect chance and you’d just call him out on it. Leaving him flustered asf. Eventually he succeeds, though not by manipulating, but by sheer coincidence. 

He treats you sweetly and with much respect (especially because ya call his manipulative ass out so much he’s grown respectful of you who means well for him.)

He’s the type to also bottle his emotions up, and exert them out into a different sort of outlet / goal, so he tries to help you in that sense. If it’s a constant emotion that holds energy he’ll help you release it all via punching bag or just playing sports or well other fun activities (wink wink). If it’s an emotion that drowns you and brings you in an odd state, he’ll talk to you in a private setting before gently prying. If that doesn’t work he just waits tbh. If he happens to walk in on you through an emotional fit he’ll walk over to you and hug you close to shield you from the world.

Will honestly not hesitate to scare or intimidate the living shit outta people who decide to bail on you. He would also tell you that they’re honestly not worth your time (which is very very tru) and tell you that people who will really be there for you will eventually show up, aka people like him.

ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕦𝕘𝕒 ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕙𝕚𝕜𝕠

OKAY HEAR ME OUT, I KNOW THIS LITTLE BISH IS A MESS BUT LIKE LISTEN– He’s a whole mess. A meme a jokester, the amount of times you’ve been clung to or squished to death by this boy is too many to count.

Every time you roast him, he makes a whole dramatic ass scene before falling to his knees and hugging your waist. You whack his head and he whines but doesn’t let go. It’s a very comedic relationship ngl. 

Despite this, he’s actually pretty observant and loyal to you. He may seem like he has multiple friends, but he doesn’t really consider them his friends himself. Will most definitely be the one to get a sort of revenge against any of the ‘friends’ that bail on you with Tsukasa. 

Other then that, he is definitely the type to shower you with his love and affection 24/7. PDA everywhere man SKSKSKS

He doesn’t really show his true intentions or emotions often. The facade he has is in all honesty a sort of mask he has to keep himself from dealing with the struggles of fake friends and the harsh criticisms of the world. Is the type who would want to talk the emotions out, as well as give a sort of perspective to what you’re feeling. Will definitely do a cuddle sesh with you afterwards!

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[xenolithium]

HC about how the MM characters would respond to seeing their beloved MC being flirted with~

Saeran:

He's usually always by your side when you go out together, so the fact that someone is flirting with you means that they have the gall to do it in front of his face.

Is it because he's not intimidating enough? Is it because he's weak? He feels a multitude of insecurities, his anxiety flaring up tenfold.

He wants them to go away, they're making him uncomfortable. Can't they see, he doesn't want them here?

He tries to glare at them, but his mint eyes quickly look away each time they glance in his direction. Oh gosh, what if they get mad and hurt him?

His grip on your hand grows tighter, almost possessively.

He then watches you for a moment to see if you pay them much mind and if you reciprocate the flirting.

He hates this, stop paying attention to them instead of him!

He wants to tell them off, but what if you get upset at him? No, he shouldn't be afraid of something so silly. You said he could speak his mind. But what if you changed yours?

He becomes extremely fidgety and anxious, which eventually draws your attention.

You excuse yourself from the situation and in a private location, he discusses his insecurities.

You tell him that it's okay to speak up if he's not sure about something or if he's not happy with a situation.

He looks away with a frown, he says "I'm sorry..." In a shy whisper.

You pull him in for a kiss and laugh heartily, "you have nothing to be sorry about, just have a little more confidence in yourself."

Saeyoung:

He was distracted at first so he doesn't notice right away. Sometimes the wonders of the world just get to him, okay?

When he does, he just sort of gives the other person this weird look. A really weird look. It's so distracting to them that they keep glancing over.

He then smirks when he has their attention and winks. Why not make the show about him? Hey, he's got some funny jokes.

Wait, was the person ever flirting with you or was it with Saeyoung from the start?

He can totally understand why they would flirt with you though, he would tell you, who wouldn't?

Low-key was super annoyed by it though, you can tell through his slightly passive aggressive comments later.

You laugh, he still has a bad habit of playing the jokester and hiding his true feelings.

"You can be upset, you know?"

Yoosung:

He's a little oblivious at first or maybe it's just denial.

Haha, they're just good friends, he's sure he saw the two of you together yesterday or something. You know...just hanging out...

Wait, stop getting so close! I want attention too! Gah!

He butts into the conversation and makes a lame excuse, something about having a lot of work to do.

He tugs at your arm and pulls you along, immediately moving to hold your hand.

See? They like me! We're holding hands!

You can't help but find his annoyed huffs and pout combo to be adorable.

"You know you're the only one for me, right?"

"Yeah - yeah, I know that! Of course!"

He blushes a bright red when you giggle at him. It's so obvious.

Zen:

He trusts nobody around you so the reaction is almost instant.

"Is he bugging you princess?"

He's kind of intimidating them with an angry, possesive glare all on it's own. All men are wolves! He knew it!

"You should take a step back from the lady, you're making them uncomfortable~" his words are almost jovial but the meaning behind them has a rough bite.

They immediately back away, leaving him to lavish you in attention. He's obviously the better choice here, right? Of course.

And you know that.

Jumin:

He observes the two of you for a moment, as if calculating his next move. He's unsure of whether he's just overreacting, or they're truly flirting with you.

When he finally comes to the conclusion that it is indeed what is going on, he boldly pulls you into a kiss, staking his claim.

What? It's the middle of a meeting? That's fine, it shut them up and he can go about his business.

He obviously took the most logical course of action.

He later gets an earful from Jaehee after; especially when it shows up in a news report the following day.

Jaehee:

She figured people would just assume you're close friends, even with the matching rings and constant hand holding. So it was no surprise when someone thought you were still "on the market" or so to speak.

She lets out an irritated huff and suggests leaving the mall you two were shopping in, you had retrieved everything anyway.

"Was that person flirting with me?"

"Yes, I would assume so," she's just tired and doesn't have time for that.

You can't help but laugh at the look that told you she was so done.

"Want me to make dinner when we get back?"

"That would be lovely."

You give one another a chaste kiss.

Vanderwood:

Stands there glancing between the two of you with a bored expression. At least he doesn't have to work right now, that's always nice.

Wait, what was happening? You were being flirted with?

He rolls his eyes, "if you need me, I'll be ordering my food."

"Hey, you can't just leave, get back here!"

Gives you a snide wave as he walks away, gosh dang it!

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I hope I did this right? Anyway, thanks for the request anon! I hope you enjoy it~

Have a request of your own? Feel free to throw it into my ask box.

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[666coffeeboi]

Why Not Both? Ch. 3

Fic Summary:

After not talking to Craig Tucker for so long, since their fake dating days, when they were the best of friends, Tweek finds himself sitting ‘alphabetically” on the first day of their senior year of high school.

Enter Kenny McCormick.

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“Hey. Look who finally decided to show up,” hummed a familiar, playful voice. It was none other than Kenny McCormick, one of Craig’s close friends. He had that giant smirk on his face that was hidden behind his orange jacket. He’d always had a habit of sticking his nose where it didn’t belong, so he immediately went over to Craig and Tweek with a curious gaze. “Hm, I didn’t know you had a date with such a cutie, Craig,” Kenny teased lightly, eyeing Tweek up and down. Tweek blushed when Kenny looked at him that way.

“We aren’t dating, asshole. He is my friend. You probably remember each other, honestly, considering what a small school South Park is,” Craig blushed furiously and refuted his commented.

“Ack!” Tweek squeaked loudly, jumping at being complimented by the kind of attractive Kenny, who was Craig’s friend, instinctively and accidentally bumping into the Craig and falling forward toward the guy. Kenny was taken aback as the blonde suddenly fell towards him. He reached his arms out to catch Tweek, letting him fall gently against his warm chest. Kenny blinked, his blue eyes meeting another pair of sparkling, blue eyes that belonged to the other blonde. He smiled softly. Tweek blushed a bit, unable to properly function

“Whoa, you okay? It’s a good thing I have good reflexes, huh?” he smirked playfully. Tweek should not feel what he was feeling when this man held him, but he suddenly couldn’t breathe as he was looking into the beautiful eyes of the man. Kenny had seriously matured both physically and a little mentally by this year and fuck.. He looked so much older and.. more mature than most of the guys st school. What was Tweek thinking? He was in love with Craig, right? Someone can’t feel anyway like that for two people and he also didn’t even know thatmuch about Kenny anymore. They hadn’t exactly hung out ever besides the few times in elementary school when Stan’s gang . What the hell was Tweek’s brain doing and what did his body want?

“I’m so sorry! I- I didn’t mean- sorry..” Tweek spluttered at the taller guy with a bright red face. Kenny smirked some more at the blonde, taking his hand to plant a gentle kiss to it to tease this unclaimed cutie.Tweek squealed at Kenny when he kissed his hand and it was like a fire in his body and it made him so much fidgety than he usually was. He backed away just barely so he was between Craig and Kenny because he couldn’t breathe or even try to concentrate with Kenny so fucking close to him. Tweek was so shocked that anyone else could have this impression on him besides Craig.

“It’s no problem, hot stuff- ow! Craig!” Kenny spoke before whining at getting a smack on the head from his friend who looked a bit frustrated with him.

“Quit being weird and make a regular first impression for once. Jesus,” Craig scolded him and shook his head, rolling his eyes as well. Kenny only laughed.

“Okay, okay. Geez, Craig. I’m Kenny McCormick by the way~ it’s a pleasure to see you again, Tweek. I’m sure we will have loads of fun hanging out and whatnot! Also, if you ever need any good porno mags, I’ve got tons of limited edition stuff if you want the goods. All the titties, my bro. All of them. Unless you would like guy mags-ow! Craig cut it out!! That hurt,” he fake sniffled and pouted over at Craig and back to Tweek. Tweek shook his head and made a noise.

“Jesus, Kenny, let’s just go already,” Craig said, so done with Kenny’s shit already. He sighed softly.

“I-I don’t want any- any- any of that!” Tweek told Kenny with a bright face.

“Good. Don’t tempt Kenny, Tweek. Please don’t ever be tainted by his evil ways,” Craig joked, earning a smirk from Kenny. Then, Kenny decided to wrap his arm around Tweek’s shoulder as they began walking into the house.

“Oh, I can definitely help taint that pure, sweet, and innocent soul of yours, Tweek~” he teased with a wink down at Tweek. Tweek felt electricity flowing over the skin where Kenny’s long arm touched and he suddenly had the thought that he wanted to touch more of Kenny’s skin before making himself control his horny ass thoughts. He barely knew Kenny and here he was. He’d been in love with Craig Tucker for so long and it wasn’t ever requited so maybe he could just be Craig’s friend? Maybe letting Kenny be like this might help Tweek get over Craig and let him even be around Craig without feeling so many bittersweet feelings. Craig was straight, he told himself again. He thought he’d heard about him dating a couple girls here and there over the many years now and Tweek didn’t know what he should do and he didn’t know what he wanted. He did know he loved Craig and that he wasn’t ever even a possibility for Craig Tucker. Kenny on the other hand… He blushed as he let Kenny keep his arm around him and tried to breathe normally after the flirty remark about tainting his soul.

“Don’t touch him,” Craig spoke, feeling a bit jealous? Was it jealousy? He didn’t really know.

“Damn. Okay, okay,” Kenny replied, waving to the other guys who were already ready inside to play games and chill.

Craig spent a bit of time introducing Tweek to everyone and it didn’t take long but he tried his best to keep Tweek comfortable and such. He seemed to be having fun at least and that was good.

“Did I say thank you for saving my ass earlier?” he asked Kenny even with his arms still around him.

“Haha. No. Why? Did you have something special in mind on how to repay me by saving you?~” Kenny teased, plopping onto the couch next to Tweek after getting some drinks. The other guys were playing their turns on the game system.

“Uh, no! Not- I mean- no..” he mumbled and couldn’t seem to stop staring into Kenny’s stunning eyes. And those cheekbones! Tweek was so screwed. Ugh he was so close.

Kenny laughed, ruffling Tweek’s blonde hair. “Dude. I’m kidding. You’ll get used to me being the jokester around here. Everyone else is just BLAAANDDD~ I’m the best.” He smiled cheesily at the other guys, knowing they heard him.

“Kenny. No one cares.” Kyle spoke.

“Plus, everyone knows I’m the best in this bitch squad.” Stan added, laughing with Kyle and Craig.

“You wound my pure soul bros...that hit deep.” Kenny gave a fake sad look. He loved being an asshole.

These guys needed to stop touching Tweek or he might actually explode. His head was super sensitive and it felt so good when he ruffled his hair.

“So- I mean- you’ve changed a b-bit...” he mumbled and immediately regretted speaking at all. He wished he could be chill and cool like Kenny and Craig.

“Really? I’m taking that as a compliment, so thank you,” Kenny responded.

“Oh, it is..” he managed without a stutter or a tick. He was proud he could even look at this flirty, gorgeous shithead.

“Well, thank you. Maybe I’ll have to show you something else that’s changed about me sometime,” he teased with a smirk over at him. Tweek blushed and squeaked a bit at that. Kenny then handed a wet can to Tweek.

“Here, I brought you a beer, too.” Kenny spoke, taking a drink of his own. It wasn’t a Jell-O shot or anything but it did the trick anyway. Plus, he kind of wanted to see Tweek drunk. That would be fun as hell.

“I’ve never actually drinken before. Does that make me totally lame? My parents are actually going to kill me later..” Tweek mumbled before opening the can and chugging a few long gulps. Kenny shook his head.

“Nah, like I said. I’ll be the one to taint you,” he smirked and Tweek gave a tiny giggle.

“Heyyy,” Tweek hummed. A couple beers and half an hour later, Tweek was laying with his head on Kenny’s lap and grinning at him widely.

Craig eventually moved over to sit next to Tweek instead of Kenny. He made sure to switch spots with him while Kenny played games. Craig looked over at Tweek who was now....oh god.

“Tweek. Are you drunk?” he asked, about to fight Kenny for giving Tweek so much to drink.

“No! I just feel really good, Craaig. I’ve always loved your name,” he slurred and booped Craig’s nose. Then, he looked at Craig with a smile and moved to lay his head on his lap, nearly falling in the process, and looked up at him.

“Craig, I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life. Can I do this everyday, this drinking thing? It feels so nice. It’s way better than dealing with working at my parents’s sweatshop every second I’m not at work. Did you know I’ve been forced to illegally work there since preschool? And I don’t have time for friends. I never had a friend before youuu, Craig. It’s because I’m crazy and people don’t understand that I can’t help how I am. My parents don’t pay me for the work either. Fuck, they are going to kill me when I get home and I don’t care at the moment. It’s nice not to care so much about everything, and everyone. Like you. I love you, Craig. I don’t mind being your friend. You broke my heart all those years ago and I love you and want to be your friend because your just an amazingly kind and candid person and you make me more calm, heh, like the- the alcohol,” he rambled as he felt tired laying on Craig’s warm lap. He closed his eyes and hummed a bit. “You make me cozyy. I’m so sleepy..”

Craig was so surprised at that. He didn't. Wait. He broke his heart? What did he mean? Oh god. He was such a jerk. Why didn’t he realize that? Also, what? His parents were making him do that illegally. There was so much to process.

“Tweek, you’re my friend, too, and I...care for you…” Craig spoke a bit sadly. He shook his head and looked down at Tweek with a worried gaze. He ruffled his hair gently. “We can talk about this later when you aren’t drunk, okay?” Craig added, slowly lifting Tweek up into his arms. “Hey, guys. I’m going to take him upstairs.” They all agreed and Craig took him upstairs to lay him down on his bed.

“Thanks Craig. I love you,” he slurred a bit and realized now that he was crying a bit, but he didn’t feel sad about anything just then. He just felt Craig’s arms. “You’re warm. Your arms are nice..” he hummed into Craig’s shirt. “How are you such a nice guy, Craig? That’s why I love you,” he added again as his eyes closed again.

Craig could feel his heart thumping in his chest and he couldn’t tell why. He just felt something. But it wasn’t his feelings, was it?

“Damn this guy....” he spoke softly as he watched Tweek fall asleep. He watched him for a bit, thinking of what he would say to him when he woke.

[insarations]

random questions just cause...hereeell we go

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? *chuckles* yup

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? yes

3. Have you taken someones virginity? ya

4. Is trust a big issue for you? no in fact I trust people way too much

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? don't really like anyone atm

6. What are you excited for? hmm idk really. I guess my week off of work in a few weeks

7. What happened tonight? not much, just chilling, rainy day

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? ehh..idk it's just not my thing. but I wouldn't call it "disgusting"..if that's fun for them then cool

9. Is confidence cute? for sure, just not tooo much..fine line there

10. What is the last beverage you had? water and an iced vanilla latte

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? hmm. not any really besides my dad

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? yes a couple

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? I'm not sure yet. Probably go somewhere with a friend or see a movie

14. What are you going to spend money on next? probably either food or coffee

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? no

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? not significantly but I feel like I'm always changing in some way, even if it's gradual

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? not gonna put a name but one of my best friends

18. The last time you felt broken? that's hard to answer cause like i still do, i have for a while now but I mean it's not as bad as it was. about a year ago

19. Have you had sex today? sadly no lol

20. Are you starting to realize anything? a lot of things every second of every day. adulthood has a lot of fucking wake up calls

21. Are you in a good mood? not necessarily in a good mood but i'm not really in a bad mood either..it's just kinda like meh lol

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? hmm.... maybeee... depends

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? no. his is brown, mine are blue

24. What do you want right this second? not to have to go to work tomorrow XD and idk maybe a good ol makeout session and/or cuddles

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? uhhh well like if i were in a relationship with them then wtf, no no lol not good. but like if it was someone i'm not together with then...cool, do whatever the hell you want

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? pretty much

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? noo.. like i mean they don't gotta be some sorta jokester/comedian or nothing but just..don't be so serious. laughing is the best

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? probably one of my cats lol

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? always do

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? for the most part. but idk...I don't think I could give someone who cheated another chance. that's just crossing a line of trust that like..I could forive but I wouldn't be able to be with them again. I just don't understand anyone who cheats

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? that would be my dad so no XD

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? hmm hard to answer. but I suppose she does

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? nooo I love soda. with that said though, since the beginning of the year i've cut back on it alottttt for my health. but i still drink it maybe once a week. i used to drink it literally every day multiple times a day.

34. Listening to? currently juice WRLD

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? sometimes at work but not often

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? yup

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? yes and no. i hate that question, it's old lets move on lol

38. Who did you last call? i cant remember, probably one of my parents. i dont talk on the phone much

39. Who was the last person you danced with? I dont dance really except in the car with my friends..our own version of dancing XD

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? cause she was my girlfriend. girlfriends do that lol

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? a few weeks ago i think

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? no..we don't hug often really lol we're just not that way but i do hug my mom every now and then

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? probably a million times

44. Do you tan in the nude? noooooooo. i burn so easy i'd probably turn into one giant tomato

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? never

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? nah :/ I miss that

47. Who was the last person to call you? a million car sales people cause i'm stupid and entered info on a website and now it's like the neverending fucking story of sales people calling me like heyyyy buy a jeep and its like yes mam id love to but i'm poor so how about not right now stop calling me thank you bye

48. Do you sing in the shower? heck ya. except not really lately cause i shower at the gym...they don't wanna hear that XD

49. Do you dance in the car? yasss

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? yes, I did archery at camp as a kid. fun times

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? 10th grade highschool photo. or if it counts, my aunt took my graduation photos..she perty professional

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? there definitely can be cheesy ones but those are usually the ones i love XD

53. Is Christmas stressful? these days yes -_- never as a kid. I miss those days

54. Ever eat a pierogi? I don't think I have actually

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? not a huge fruit pie person but I guess...apple or lemon. I really don't eat fruit pie though. If  it's gonna be pie then I prefer something like chocolate or peanut butter

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? so many different things, that's why i never settled on anything XD

57. Do you believe in ghosts? I think so..in a certain way.. like not in the way they show on tv and movies. just idk, i do believe in spirits. There's some stories in my family they are kinda hard not to believe or explain

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? allllll the time

59. Take a vitamin daily? nah, probably should ?

60. Wear slippers? not anymore, I used to alot

61. Wear a bath robe? same as above. I get way too hot for that now lol

62. What do you wear to bed? usually just shorts or boxers and a tank top or tshirt. sometimes sweatpants dependning  

63. First concert? reba mcentire lol

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? target. walmart for certain things. but target is just fun

65. Nike or Adidas? neither really but adidas if i have to pick

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? cheetos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? I like both, but peanuts

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? back in the day, crazier. then it was blank space or shake it off...but recently, delicate. many different taylor eras XD

69. Ever take dance lessons? when I was in elementary school and 6th grade yes

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? umm hmm honestly no. whatever makes them happy :)

71. Can you curl your tongue? nah, i dont got nothing special like that XD

72. Ever won a spelling bee? nahh

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? yesss

74. What is your favorite book? several...looking for alaska by john greene, the pawn series by robin roseau, and look again by lisa scottoline

75. Do you study better with or without music? havent studied in so long O_o but probably with

76. Regularly burn incense? not regularly. I do from time to time but not as much anymore, my mom hates it lol

77. Ever been in love? yes

78. Who would you like to see in concert? so many... fleetwood mac or just stevie nicks, ben howard, maroon 5, pvris, ariana grande, lana del rey, the weeknd, pink, coldplay, imagine dragons lady gaga, andrew belle, adele, lorde, gwen stefani even though I already did lol...i could go on all day. bottom line, i need to see more concerts

79. What was the last concert you saw? Gwen Stefani a couple years ago

80. Hot tea or cold tea? cold

81. Tea or coffee? coffee

82. Favorite type of cookie? alllllll the cookies. lately m&m. but chocolate chip is always a winner

83. Can you swim well? yes

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? nahh

85. Are you patient? yes and no. depends on the setting and circumstance lol. I think I'm fairly patient compared to other people but sometimes at work..if the right people push my buttons then oohhh boyyy no

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? hmm.. neither honestly just put on the damn ipod playlist XD

87. Ever won a contest? a couple when I was little lol

88. Ever have plastic surgery? noo. no thank you

89. Which are better black or green olives? greeeeeen

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? go for it. I used to think alot differently when I was younger cause I'm a christian, grew up with traditional values. but *sighs*... things change lol sex is great, go for it but be safe people XD

91. Best room for a fireplace? ANY ROOM. omggg. they should have fireplaces in the bathroom. what a great idea you can just warm yourself while you sitting there haha genius

92. Do you want to get married? If I meet the right person but if I don't ever get married that's fine too lol it's not a priority for me really but if I do meet the right person then for sure

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lads lets compare answers

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

Paul rocks, Roger holds onto Paul

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

Paul

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

Paul would love showers; Roger would like baths. Paul wants SEXY TIME. Roger would put bubbles on Paul’s face (ok so would Paul to Roger)

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Paul is walking around naked, but why would roger saY that

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Paul

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

...uhhh Paul? But shows them after and they r always goofy ones lol

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

Paul would say it first if they were in a relationship, like, dating wise. But Roger if it was like a CONFESSION. And Roger would pull that card probably. Also Paul too tho haha

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

They share!!!

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

Paul would wake Roger up for sure. Roger probably has more nightmares and Paul would tell him sTories to go back to sleep.

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

Uhhhhhhldksajlfj Paul is insanely loyal. Roger takes this one by default.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Paul for both honestly. He’s a jokester. 

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

Paul for sure. 

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

Paul would initiate tbh though Roger is a better singer by far 

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Roger holds Paul’s hand. Paul grabs Roger’s ass. Roger slides his hand around Paul’s waist. Paul does the belt loops. 

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

Uhhhh roger. Paul would write HIS name on Roger’s wrist lol

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

uhhh maybe Paul? He’s not a super horny drunk tbh idk about rog either i feel like they get sad. hahah. 

and uh Paul is louder?

17) Who is more protective?

BoTH

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Paul....I think. 

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

Roger u can drive bc Paul wants to look out the window lol

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Paul would fall asleep in his lap tbh how cute. Roger u can carry paul right

21) Who cuts the others hair?

u dont want paul to cut ur hair and roger no no no

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

Roger by default but he probably isnt’ that bad. And Paul would send encouraging messages im sure he does that now

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

BOTH OF THEM THINK THIS LIKE TRASH bc they have the collective self-esteem of a garden slug

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

Paul would start some dancin’. He’d swing Roger down near the ground sure sure, I can see Roger doing it too they are #versatile 

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Paul 100%. Roger hits back with memes. 

26) Who kissed first?

Paul probably.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Roger is ordering take out at two unless they r drunk then its a mutual decision. and Paul wants the company for water haha.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

BOTH obviously roger writes the music, paul writes lyrics 

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

Paul. Roger drives Paul for sure. 

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

They both think they look super fuckin’ cute in glasses it goes with the artist aesthetic.

#meme #that took so long #Anonymous

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Piercings - Uta

“N-no-no-no-no. I changed my mind, let’s go home. I don’t need this. I can live without earrings. Please! Please! I’ll do anything you want for a month! I promise! No…!” You were pulled relentlessly into the tattoo parlor as your boyfriend silently put up with your whining. “(Y/n). If you keep complaining, I’m going to take you to Claire’s, where they do the piercings in the window so the entire mall can see you crying.” he snapped at you and his grip on your arm tightened. You pouted and replied, “Yes, Uta…” You understood why he was mad at you, though. Even before the two of you were dating, you’d always talk about wanting to pierce your ears. Your parents never let you get them done when you were a child, and you’d known Uta since you were 17. When the two of you first met he promised that when you graduated high school that he would pay for your piercings for you with no hesitation. What he wasn’t counting on, was your hesitation. He had also always know that you had a slight fear of needles, but he didn’t know how slight it was. “Alright, now come on. The sooner you get it over with, the better.” He gently released your arm and held your hand and intertwined your fingers. The flutter in your stomach replaced the sickening fear almost instantly. Uta opened the door and a little bell rang, signaling your entrance. “Hey, Uta! How you doin’ man?” A man with at least 8 face piercings, tattoos and -most likely- a tongue piercing walked from behind the front desk to man-hug Uta. “Ooh, who’s this? Not a girlfriend I hope.” The man joked, (Uta didn’t laugh at that one) and shook your not-held-by-Uta hand. “I’m Kai, I’m the manager and head tattoo artist at this here establishment. You are?” “I’m (Y/n), and yes, I am Uta’s girlfriend as well, haha.” You politely laughed and released his hand. He pouted slightly when you said that you were Uta’s girlfriend and then laughed. You could understand why Uta seemed very comfortable around Kai. “So, what can I do ya for? Another tattoo? Maybe a lobe piercing?” You noticed that he only looked at Uta as he asked these things. What, did you not look like edgy material? Well, to be fair, you were in almost tears a few minutes ago over only ear piercings. “Actually, my little amateur here is going to get her first ear piercings.” You instantly got nervous again, but because of your recently wounded pride, you didn’t outwardly express it. “Oh! I’m so honored that you’re entrusting me with your cute little plaything.” Kai took both of your hands (with obvious resistance from Uta) and grinned at you excitedly. He pulled your hands up to his face, and when you thought that he was going to kiss them (Hey, he would try out that shit), he instead smelled them hungrily. He locked eyes with you, his grin never leaving his face, and you saw his eyes turn black and red. You saw Uta grimace out of the corner of your eye, but when he didn’t move to defend you, you knew that Kai was harmless. The immense trust Uta had in Kai was remarkable. “I’m so excited!” Kai blinked and giggled, his eyes returning to normal. He released your hands as Uta took off his sunglasses and sighed, “Why do you feel the need to mess with her like that? What if she hadn’t known about me? I would’ve had to eat her.” You lightly punched his arm and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Oh, you would’ve enjoyed it! Alright-y you can pick out a pair of studs from that box and take a seat in that chair. I’ll go get the gun!” As soon as Kai left the room, you instantly turned to Uta with a terrified look. “Gun? What did he mean gun!?” you whispered hushedly. Uta sighed and began to drag you to the chair that Kai had pointed to. “I am not doing this again. Get in the chair.” you were placed into the chair by Uta and held down by Uta as well. “No no no, please. Uta don’t make me do this… Please.” you begged and Uta looked at you straight in the eye. “Do you really want to go home? Because if you do, I’ll let you leave.” you looked away as he took pity on you. You knew that you’d always regret chickening out, so you sighed and looked back into his eyes. “No. I will do this. And you’re not going to stop me.” Uta rolled his eyes and laughed at you. “Alright, don’t let me bother you. I guess I’ll pick out a new tat-” before he could turn away you grabbed his arm. “N-No! I mean, you-you can stay, if you want.” Uta grinned and kissed your cheek. He helped you pick out a pair of black, square gemstone earrings. He didn’t even need to ask if you liked them, and started to talk to you to distract you. “Okey-dokey! Let’s get-a piercing!” Kai walked in, gun in hand, and licked his lips. “Don’t try anything.” Uta warned, and gave you his hand as you began to freak out. Kai put on some gloves and your breathing began to get irrational. “Okay, it’s just 3 simple steps. First, I’m going to sanitize your ear with these prep pads.” you shuddered as the cold and wet pad made contact with your skin. “Next, I’m just gonna use this pen to mark where the earrings will go.” Kai dotted your ears and handed you a mirror. You looked to see that the dots were even and nodded as Kai took back the mirror. “Now for the third step, my favorite part, the needle.” As soon as he said that, you tensed and gripped Uta desperately. “Just close your eyes and listen to me.” Uta whispered in your ear, you relaxed slightly and felt the gun at your earlobe, throwing you off completely. “It’ll be fine, afterwards we’ll go out for something sweet. Okay?” before Uta could finish his sentence, the needle went through your ear. You whimpered and exhaled. “See? One down, one to go, right?” Uta had never been this gentle with you and you knew it was because you were so scared. You prepared yourself for the pain once more, and it came and went as quickly as the other. “There, all done! I’ll go get the receipt. I’ll give you a discount because you’re so cute!” Uta subtly flicked the jokester off as you mentally recovered from the sudden relief of anxiety. “So? Was that really so bad?” Uta teased, you smiled meekly, knowing that you were being dramatic. “Yeah, yeah you can gloat.” Uta grinned at you, “Does it hurt too badly?” he asked gently. “It’s kind of sore. But it’s fine. Thank you, I love you for doing this.” You kissed him and he smiled into it. “Can I have a little lick? Your earlobes will slowly fill with blood, and maybe I can have a little taste?” you gently pushed him away as you stood up. “No, if they get infected I have to re-pierce them. Which means no more nibbling on my ears during… You know…” Uta pouted, “That means I’ll have to nibble on something else then…” he winked at you and went to pay for the studs and piercings. “I guess I’ll have to do the same.”

#Uta

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Piercings - Uta

“N-no-no-no-no. I changed my mind, let’s go home. I don’t need this. I can live without earrings. Please! Please! I’ll do anything you want for a month! I promise! No…!” You were pulled relentlessly into the tattoo parlor as your boyfriend silently put up with your whining. “(Y/n). If you keep complaining, I’m going to take you to Claire’s, where they do the piercings in the window so the entire mall can see you crying.” he snapped at you and his grip on your arm tightened. You pouted and replied, “Yes, Uta…” You understood why he was mad at you, though. Even before the two of you were dating, you’d always talk about wanting to pierce your ears. Your parents never let you get them done when you were a child, and you’d known Uta since you were 17. When the two of you first met he promised that when you graduated high school that he would pay for your piercings for you with no hesitation. What he wasn’t counting on, was your hesitation. He had also always know that you had a slight fear of needles, but he didn’t know how slight it was. “Alright, now come on. The sooner you get it over with, the better.” He gently released your arm and held your hand and intertwined your fingers. The flutter in your stomach replaced the sickening fear almost instantly. Uta opened the door and a little bell rang, signaling your entrance. “Hey, Uta! How you doin’ man?” A man with at least 8 face piercings, tattoos and -most likely- a tongue piercing walked from behind the front desk to man-hug Uta. “Ooh, who’s this? Not a girlfriend I hope.” The man joked, (Uta didn’t laugh at that one) and shook your not-held-by-Uta hand. “I’m Kai, I’m the manager and head tattoo artist at this here establishment. You are?” “I’m (Y/n), and yes, I am Uta’s girlfriend as well, haha.” You politely laughed and released his hand. He pouted slightly when you said that you were Uta’s girlfriend and then laughed. You could understand why Uta seemed very comfortable around Kai. “So, what can I do ya for? Another tattoo? Maybe a lobe piercing?” You noticed that he only looked at Uta as he asked these things. What, did you not look like edgy material? Well, to be fair, you were in almost tears a few minutes ago over only ear piercings. “Actually, my little amateur here is going to get her first ear piercings.” You instantly got nervous again, but because of your recently wounded pride, you didn’t outwardly express it. “Oh! I’m so honored that you’re entrusting me with your cute little plaything.” Kai took both of your hands (with obvious resistance from Uta) and grinned at you excitedly. He pulled your hands up to his face, and when you thought that he was going to kiss them (Hey, he would try out that shit), he instead smelled them hungrily. He locked eyes with you, his grin never leaving his face, and you saw his eyes turn black and red. You saw Uta grimace out of the corner of your eye, but when he didn’t move to defend you, you knew that Kai was harmless. The immense trust Uta had in Kai was remarkable. “I’m so excited!” Kai blinked and giggled, his eyes returning to normal. He released your hands as Uta took off his sunglasses and sighed, “Why do you feel the need to mess with her like that? What if she hadn’t known about me? I would’ve had to eat her.” You lightly punched his arm and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Oh, you would’ve enjoyed it! Alright-y you can pick out a pair of studs from that box and take a seat in that chair. I’ll go get the gun!” As soon as Kai left the room, you instantly turned to Uta with a terrified look. “Gun? What did he mean gun!?” you whispered hushedly. Uta sighed and began to drag you to the chair that Kai had pointed to. “I am not doing this again. Get in the chair.” you were placed into the chair by Uta and held down by Uta as well. “No no no, please. Uta don’t make me do this… Please.” you begged and Uta looked at you straight in the eye. “Do you really want to go home? Because if you do, I’ll let you leave.” you looked away as he took pity on you. You knew that you’d always regret chickening out, so you sighed and looked back into his eyes. “No. I will do this. And you’re not going to stop me.” Uta rolled his eyes and laughed at you. “Alright, don’t let me bother you. I guess I’ll pick out a new tat-” before he could turn away you grabbed his arm. “N-No! I mean, you-you can stay, if you want.” Uta grinned and kissed your cheek. He helped you pick out a pair of black, square gemstone earrings. He didn’t even need to ask if you liked them, and started to talk to you to distract you. “Okey-dokey! Let’s get-a piercing!” Kai walked in, gun in hand, and licked his lips. “Don’t try anything.” Uta warned, and gave you his hand as you began to freak out. Kai put on some gloves and your breathing began to get irrational. “Okay, it’s just 3 simple steps. First, I’m going to sanitize your ear with these prep pads.” you shuddered as the cold and wet pad made contact with your skin. “Next, I’m just gonna use this pen to mark where the earrings will go.” Kai dotted your ears and handed you a mirror. You looked to see that the dots were even and nodded as Kai took back the mirror. “Now for the third step, my favorite part, the needle.” As soon as he said that, you tensed and gripped Uta desperately. “Just close your eyes and listen to me.” Uta whispered in your ear, you relaxed slightly and felt the gun at your earlobe, throwing you off completely. “It’ll be fine, afterwards we’ll go out for something sweet. Okay?” before Uta could finish his sentence, the needle went through your ear. You whimpered and exhaled. “See? One down, one to go, right?” Uta had never been this gentle with you and you knew it was because you were so scared. You prepared yourself for the pain once more, and it came and went as quickly as the other. “There, all done! I’ll go get the receipt. I’ll give you a discount because you’re so cute!” Uta subtly flicked the jokester off as you mentally recovered from the sudden relief of anxiety. “So? Was that really so bad?” Uta teased, you smiled meekly, knowing that you were being dramatic. “Yeah, yeah you can gloat.” Uta grinned at you, “Does it hurt too badly?” he asked gently. “It’s kind of sore. But it’s fine. Thank you, I love you for doing this.” You kissed him and he smiled into it. “Can I have a little lick? Your earlobes will slowly fill with blood, and maybe I can have a little taste?” you gently pushed him away as you stood up. “No, if they get infected I have to re-pierce them. Which means no more nibbling on my ears during… You know…” Uta pouted, “That means I’ll have to nibble on something else then…” he winked at you and went to pay for the studs and piercings. “I guess I’ll have to do the same.”

#Uta