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[unorcadox]

Leave your old self behind. / The new you is ready!

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[seriouslysnape]

Aftermath of a Full Moon

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x James Potter x Fem! Reader Tags: Fluff. Remus recovering after a full moon. Word Count: 2.8k "You sure you feel alright?"

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Remus' head had been pounding all day.

The sting from the frozen ice pack over his eyes was nothing compared to relentless pounding inside of his skull. It had been going on for hours now, creeping its way in as a mild headache early that morning to escalating to a full blown migraine attack as the day went on.

Now it was an hour past dinnertime, and Remus wasn't any better. Remus hadn't eaten a single thing that day, but with how horribly sick to his stomach he felt, he wasn't sure he would've been able to hold anything down.

This wasn't the worst migraine he'd ever experienced, but it was bad enough to knock him out of commission for the day. He had skipped all of his classes today, too exhausted and too miserable to even attempt to attend.

Remus was nauseated beyond belief. His eyes felt like they were borderline burning they were so hot. He was achy in his neck and shoulders -- and not to mention, the throbbing pain in his head hadn't let up in the slightest.

The most recent full moon had been a hard one. Some months were simply better than others, and this hadn't been the best...nor the worst.

Remus hated how inconsistent he felt after each full moon.

Some months he would bounce back in a day or so. Other months, the recovery could last for weeks -- and by the time he felt better, it was time for the full moon again.

This one was rough on him, and he was definitely feeling it.

He had been in bed all day. He was still wearing what he slept in the night before, and he was lying in nearly the same position that he was in when Sirius and James left for the day.

Remus hadn't seen a stitch of daylight that day. Both because there were a series of thunderstorms rolling through for the next couple days and because he had drawn the curtains, leaving himself in the dark for the entirety of the day.

Any kind of light or noise agitated him, and at this point, Remus was willing to do anything to make it stop. Remus had done nothing but lie still and listen to the rain and thunder. He knew it would pass, but that wasn't any kind of consolation when he was going through at in that moment.

Remus didn't have any clue as to what time it was. It felt like it had been days, but he knew that once James and Sirius returned, that would mean it was the end of the day.

You, James, and Sirius left early that morning when they caught on that Remus wasn't feeling well, and they hadn't been back since to give him some quiet and space. You were worried about him because it always broke your heart to see any of them not at their best.

Remus hadn't given any of you much of a proper interaction that day, which all three of you understood given how bad he was feeling. Still, Remus felt a tinge of guilt for being so distant.

As if on cue, he identified two heavy pairs of footsteps outside the door, which he knew meant the arrival of his two best friends.

Remus was glad his eyes were covered when they opened the door because the light beaming in might've pushed him over the edge.

"Hey mate," James spoke as quietly as he entered, knowing that any kind noise just made it worse. "Any better?"

Remus could only shake his head, swallowing hard and continuing to focus on his breathing.

"If you're still feeling sick," Sirius reached into the pocket of his robes to retrieve a small vial of a medium orange colored potion. "I snagged you a dose of this stuff. I think it's a hard swallow but will settle the nausea."

Sirius left it on the top of Remus' trunk that was on the floor at the foot of his bed, and Remus croaked out a thank you.

"Thanks, Pads. I'll get to it in a minute," He shuddered. "I'm scared to move."

Remus had finally found a position to lie in that was semi-tolerable. He hadn't moved an inch in hours, and he was beginning to lose sensation in his limbs.

Sirius and James left the lights off, using their wands to navigate the room.

You were always a bit nervous whenever Remus was having a hard time after a full moon. He was so sensitive in every aspect after a moon, you always worried you'd make it worse.

That's why you were extra quiet when you moved around and didn't say much -- and when you did speak, you were very soft spoken.

Remus hadn't heard you walk in because of this, and he was feeling bad for not paying you any attention for the last couple days...particularly today when he really went down for the count.

"Where's baby girl?" Remus asked, and your head perked up. "She in her dorm tonight?"

"No, she's here." James flashed you his movie star smile.

"Hi, Rem." You said softly, sticking close to Sirius and lingering around him.

"Hey pretty girl," He responded genuinely, but not even a ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "I didn't hear you come in."

You didn't say anything else, only listening to Sirius and James talk to Remus.

"We brought your assignments," James said, referring to what he had missed in class that day. "It's not that much. You'll have the weekend to do it."

"Yeah. And [Y/N] brought you some leftovers in case you get hungry." Sirius said.

You indeed were holding a wrapped plate of food from dinner, which you had forgotten about until Sirius mentioned it. You left it next to the potion for Remus to get when he wanted it.

"Thanks, bun. You didn't have to do that for me," He said, pressing the ice pack further down onto his eyes. "I'll get to it when I feel more settled."

"Drink that potion, mate." Sirius said. "Promise it'll work wonders."

"Why don't you take it to him, baby?" James suggested, and you silently obliged.

Remus heard your feet creep to the side of his bed, glass vial in your hand and uncorked. Remus reached his hand out, taking it into his grip when you placed it in his palm.

Remus raised his head just enough to gulp down the bitter potion, setting his head back down as soon as it was in his system. He handed the now empty vial back to you, giving your wrist an appreciative squeeze.

He noticed that you scurried away as soon as he dropped your hand, which only made his guilt of neglecting you worse.

"You're staying the night, yeah?" James asked you, referring to how you still had your school bag and shoes on.

You only nodded, setting your bag down gently next to Sirius' bed and unlacing your shoes to go with it. Sirius and James shared a look, both of them picking up on how you were acting.

And maybe, just maybe, you had a bit of a soft spot for Remus that was different from Sirius and James. Seeing Remus like this was hard on you.

And Remus knew he wasn't the most pleasant to be around after a bad full moon. He was irritable, short-tempered, and just overall not feeling well. And there had been a time or two where Remus had snapped at you or said something that hurt your feelings.

Remus always came around and had a conversation with you, apologizing and explaining that it wasn't your fault.

But all it took was one time for you to be pretty shut down when Remus was coming off a full moon.

They knew you were pretty reserved when Remus was like this, so they didn't think too much of it.

It was going to be a quiet night for everybody, since Remus was going to need the quiet and darkness to keep his head from exploding off of his shoulders.

The next hour or so went by, and the three of you were silent as you traversed through the room, choosing tasks that didn't require any noise or high energy.

James was stationed at his desk, using nothing more than his desk lamp to do his homework and work on some Quidditch things. Sirius was sitting on his bed with a deck of cards, working on some new trick he had learned from somewhere. You were laying on your stomach, flipping through a new Muggle novel that you had picked up from a friend.

Remus hadn't said a word, still lying flat with his eyes covered and head pounding. As the minutes passed, you couldn't stand to see him like this.

Most of the time, the best thing to do was to leave Remus alone and let it pass -- but it pained you to see him so pitiful. You closed your book, shifting to go to get off the bed. Sirius caught your gaze on Remus and knew what you were headed to do.

"Hey, pup." Sirius whispered, grabbing your ankle that was next to him to stop you from approaching him. "Moony's not feeling so good. Let's give him some more time, yeah?"

Remus heard Sirius, of course -- it was so quiet there was no way he couldn't. Remus couldn't deny you like that, not after he'd been so far the last couple of days.

"No, s'alright," Remus sat up very slowly, tossing the useless ice pack that was beginning to turn room temperature at the foot of his bed. "C'mere, bunny."

Your eyes looked to James, who only gave you a nod of approval. Still, you didn't move.

"I don't want to make it worse." You fiddled with your fingers, bending them nervously and hearing them pop.

"Not gonna make it worse, my love." He shifted to make room on his mattress, groaning at the aching in his muscles. "Come sit."

Sirius gave your backside a light tap, pushing you into motion. Your feet shuffled to Remus' bed, your body slowly crawling onto his mattress and snuggling next to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand resting on the outside of your thigh.

"You could never make it worse," He pressed a kiss to your temple, sighing as he held you close. "It was just a rough moon this time."

"Do you feel any better?" You asked.

Truthfully, he didn't. The potion had settled his nausea, but for the most part he still felt like he had all day. But he could tell you were worried, and he didn't see any sense in worrying you further.

"A little bit," He said. "I think I'll drink a dose of Sleeping Draught tonight and be good as new tomorrow."

Sirius was still shuffling his deck of cards, giving you a reassuring smile.

"He's gonna be just fine," He said. "Promise."

Remus nodded in agreement, chuckling when you snuggled closer to him. In a way, he felt better having you close to him. He always loved having you around, and knowing that you weren't sore with him made him feel better.

"I'm sorry I haven't seen you much this week," He apologized, kissing the crown of your head when you rested your head on his shoulder. "I owe you one, hm?"

"No, it's okay. I knew you weren't feeling well." You said.

"You're so patient," Remus laughed. "I don't know how you put up with us sometimes."

Sirius and James both laughed at that because they agreed...and found it ironic considering Remus was the least difficult of the three.

"Can I sleep with Rem tonight?" You asked James, since it was technically his turn to have you tonight.

Remus' heart did a joyful leap, but he looked at James for a response. It wasn't often that there was a change in the rotation, but there were special occasions where you wanted to switch it up -- and most of the time, it wasn't an issue.

"Up to you, mate. I don't mind." He grinned.

Remus looked at you, smiling at your eyes that were all lit up at getting to spend time with him.

"Sure, doll. How about you get one of your blankets from your dorm so you don't get cold tonight?"

The suggestion hung in the air for only a moment, a gentle reminder of the care that was woven into the fabric of your relationship. You were up on your feet in seconds, giddy with excitement as you rushed out of the room to make the journey to your dorm to return with what you would need for the night.

The three of them laughed at your eagerness, taking that as a sign to start winding down for an early night in.

Remus knew he needed to eat something before bed, since he would feel sluggish in the morning if he didn't. Remus reached over the end of his bed, taking his plate of leftovers into his lap.

"You sure you feel alright?" Sirius asked, reaching into his trunk to toss Remus a plastic utensil.

Remus caught it, and started taking small bites and chewing slowly.

"As good as I'm gonna feel tonight," He sighed. "A night of sleep should set me straight."

Remus hadn't realized how hungry he was, which wasn't surprising considering he hadn't eaten all day and had been preoccupied trying to get some relief.

"Do you need anything else?" James asked.

"Nah. I'm alright," Remus replied. "Just don't tell her I'm still feeling bad."

They understood what he meant. Remus never wanted to cause any trouble, and he definitely didn't want anyone making a fuss over him. If he needed help, he would ask.

Remus did his best on eating, clearing about half of what you had brought him from The Great Hall. It wasn't much, but it was enough to provide him some fuel.

Remus showered too, which was the most he had done all day. He stood under the stream of hot water, hoping it would melt away some of the tension and pounding in his head. It didn't do much other than refresh him a bit, but even that was a nice feeling to have.

Remus re-entered the dorm with a fresh T-shirt and sweats, laughing when he saw you were already snuggled and settled in his bed, curled up with your book to get a few more pages in before it was time to go to bed. Sirius and James were also in their beds, finishing up their tasks for the night.

"You always know how to make yourself at home, huh?" He teased.

You looked up from your book, a small smile on your face.

"I guess it's a habit now." You closed the cover and set it aside.

He moved towards his trunk, opening it and retrieving a vial of Sleeping Draught. He swallowed the dark blue potion with ease, hoping it would kick in quickly.

He moved towards the bed, the exhaustion from the day still evident in his movements. But there was a spark in his eyes now, a spark that hadn't been there before. He climbed into the bed next to you, his body sinking into the familiar comfort of his mattress.

His hair was still damp from the shower, the droplets of water catching the faint light in the room. He looked at you, his eyes reflecting a quiet kind of happiness.

He kissed your cheek when he pulled you close, whispering in your ear as you got settled.

"Did you tell Siri and James goodnight?" He asked, and you nodded.

"She did. With plenty of sympathy kisses for little Jamesie." Sirius laughed, and James launched a pillow at his face.

Sirius shrieked and continued to cackle and poke fun at James who really wasn't hurt in the slightest.

"You're fine, baby. Enjoy being with Moony tonight," James smiled genuinely. "I'll have you tomorrow."

You weren't listening much to their conversation. You were more focused on Remus, watching his eyelashes flutter as he kept his eyes closed to keep his head from pounding worse. He could feel himself growing sleepy, and he hoped that sleep would surely take him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked, eyes wide and full of concern.

Remus had been asked that question for what felt like a million times that day -- but he appreciated the care.

"Yeah, my love." He kissed your forehead. "I am."

And Remus would be okay with a little more time. He would wake up the next morning with a clear and pain-free head, with nothing more than some mild fatigue and a desperation to see something other than the walls of the dormitory.

And over the next few days, he would spend his time making it up to you -- spending every spare moment he had with you and giving you as much affection as he could spare.

Remus would be alright. With you, he always would be.

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[robinbuckleysfringe]

you are in love.

tom blyth social media au

pairings: tom blyth x reader

warnings: accused cheating

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

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yninstagram as promised, here's some more bts pics for tbosas. massive thanks to suzanne collins for letting me be apart of your universe 💚

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rachelzegler not that photo of me 😭

↪️ yninstagram sorry babes 🫶🏻🫶🏻. forgive me?

↪️ rachelzegler always 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️

tomblyth did me dirty with that photo when I know you took hundreds of nicer ones

↪️ yninstagram sorry not sorry, just giving the fans what they want 😘

hunterschafer it was so lovely to finally be in a project together ❤️

↪️ yninstagram here's to hoping there's more 🥂❤️

user is that y/n with tom in the 2nd pic?? they look awfully close

↪️ user back off and leave the cheating rumours alone. y/n confirmed that they were only friends during filming

↪️ user exactly!! leave them alone!! plus, they were probably just going over the script or something. it's not your business dude.

user these photos are everything

user everyone say thank you to y/n for listening to the fans and giving us more bts pics

user y/n stoppp, I can't fall in love with snow again

user can't decide if tom's hotter with blonde hair or brown

↪️ yninstagram I've been asking myself the same thing

↪️ user 😂 she's one of us!!!!

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yninstagram happy 10 year anniversary to my marvel debut (and also CATWS). huge thanks to @/robertdowneyjr for being the best onscreen dad, let's be in another project together soon pls ❤️

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rachelzegler omg forgot that you were in the mcu!! iconic behaviour

↪️ yninstagram little me was really living the dream!!

tomblyth can't wait to see what the future of the mcu holds in store for you ❤️

↪️ yninstagram love you tom ❤️

↪️ user omg confirmed y/n return to the mcu??

↪️ user I hope so!! missed her character so much!!

zendaya happy 10 years to my favourite marvel character

↪️ tomholland2013 hey, what about me? :((

↪️ zendaya I said what I said 🤷🏻‍♀️

↪️ tomholland2013 no, but for real @/yninstagram, congrats on making it a whole decade in the mcu. it's awesome to be able to share a screen with you xx

↪️ yninstagram aww, thanks guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. let's meet up next time I'm in town 💕💕

jacobelordi you used to be so cute. what happened? 😂

↪️ yninstagram shut up (said with love 🫶🏻)

user are you coming back to the mcu??

↪️ yninstagram you'll have to ask the marvel execs, sorry lovely. I wish I knew x

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tomblyth stunning 😍😘

↪️ yninstagram no, you 😘x

rachelzegler obsessed with you 😍😍😍

↪️ yninstagram I expect nothing less 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️❤️

joshandresrivera I wanna know what was said to make you pull that face in the 3rd photo

↪️ yninstagram probably someone bringing up that once again I wasn't nominated smh 😤

user mother is mothering 😍😍😍

user you were snubbed. you should've been nominated 😤

↪️ user for real!!!

↪️ user she defo deserves an award, but I don't think any of her projects last year (other than tbosas) was really award worthy. don't get me wrong, they were brilliant. but they weren't on the same level as the stuff that was nominated

↪️ user 100%

user you just know she's so fun to hang out with

↪️ user for real!! she emits such friendly energy

user what's the new project??

↪️ user wdym??

↪️ user she posted a story the other day with the caption "new project pending"

↪️ user it's probably stranger things season 5 tbh

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tomblyth super proud of you ❤️❤️

↪️ yninstagram ❤️❤️

camillaluddington welcome to the family ❤️

↪️ yninstagram thanks for letting me join ❤️

rachelzegler watching you get your dream roles is the best thing in the world 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻. endlessly proud of you bby 💕💕💕

↪️ yninstagram stoppp, you're making me cry 😭💕💕

hunterschafer we better be having a watch party at your house

↪️ yninstagram of course!! ❤️

joshandresrivera iconic

taylorswift big fan of this news!! congrats lovely ❤️

↪️ yninstagram love you!!! ❤️❤️

jacobelordi how the hell did you manage to keep this a secret??

↪️ yninstagram it was a real struggle

zendaya insanely proud of you!! 💕

↪️ yninstagram 😘

user I hope you're in it for at least more than one episode

↪️ user same, tho I doubt she'll become a series regular

user omg!!!

user congrats!!!

user yes yes yes!!!

user ooh, who are you playing??

user this is so cool!!! love greys anatomy!!!

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parts 5 and 6 will probably be the last parts to this social media au, unless there's anything you guys want me to write for this series

#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #the hunger games #tbosbas #rachel zegler #marvel #tom holland #zendaya #greys anatomy #social media au

[vodika-vibes]

Hi! Congrats and super excited for your follower event! Can I ask for red carnation & jonquil with Alpha-17! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Affection Returned

Summary: You're a doctor who was assigned to Kamino at the beginning of the war, and you remained on Kamino because of Alpha-17.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x Reader

Word Count: 1012

Warnings: none

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I'm not sure this one is good. I had a hard time making jonquil fit for Alpha, but I did my best. I hope you like it!

“What happened this time?” You ask, setting your hands on your hips as you look up at Alpha-17, who’s sitting on one of your medical beds.

“One of the cadets got a little enthusiastic,” Alpha explains as he shows you the burn on his arm, “Jet pack training.”

You sigh and cross the room over to him, “Honestly, Captain. At this point I’m beginning to think you’re getting hurt intentionally.”

“Would that be so bad?” Alpha asks with a sly smile.

“If you want to come and talk to me, you don’t have to be hurt.” You counter with a roll of your eyes as you twist his arm slightly so that you’re able to look at the burn properly, “It’s not too bad, really. Just some bacta-” You release his arm and cross the room to grab some bacta.

You’ve been a medic on Kamino for several years now, since the war began two and a half years ago. And honestly, you’re surprised that you’ve lasted as long as you have. After all, you were hired by the Jedi to come to Kamino to treat the men here.

You and about two dozen other doctors from Doctors Without Borders.

Sometimes you wonder about how the Kaminoans feel about that, especially since the whole medical facility, including the cloning facility, are now solely under the management of Doctors Without Borders.

Honestly, this isn’t the best place for your career. But if you were worried about your career you would have put in for a transfer to a warship.

But, well, Alpha-17 is here. And you’ve been in love with him for well over a year now.

You grab the jar of bacta gel and then return to his side, “Is this your only injury, or are you hiding another injury from me so that you can come back later?” You ask as you set the jar on a small table, and gently turn his arm so you’re able to see the burn again.

Alpha’s gaze is heavy against you, “You want me to strip so you can give me a full physical?”

You shoot him a look, “At this point, I’m beginning to think that I should. Maybe it will make you be more careful if you have to spend an hour here every time you get hurt.”

“That’s not going to work like you think it will,” Alpha drawls with a small smirk. “A whole hour of nothing but your attention? And with you touching me? That’s the stuff dreams are made of, cyar’ika.”

You huff, “Maybe I’ll transfer you to another doctor then, Captain.” 

“Aww, don’t be like that. Everyone knows that you’re the only Doc I listen to.”

You sigh and shake your head, “My coworkers are just as capable as I am. So why am I the only one you listen to?”

“The other ones are afraid of me,” Alpha replies, “I’m intimidating. Didn’t you know?”

You sigh, “You’re hardly the boogeyman, Captain.” You gently apply the gel to his arm, and then wrap it with clean bandages, “You can remove the bandages tonight.”

“Hm,” Alpha absently rubs the bandages, “How long have we worked together, Doc?”

You stare at him for a moment, “I was sent here about two years ago.” You reply as you lift your datapad to start filling out his chart, “Why do you ask?”

“And in two years, you’ve never once called me by my name.” Alpha says mildly.

You pause, “You earned your rank, Captain. Just like I earned my title.”

“Do you know my name?”

You sigh, “Of course I do.”

“Then use it.”

You hesitate for a half-second. Not using his name was a way to keep some distance between yourself and him. The last thing you want is for him to be uncomfortable because of your emotions. “Alpha,” You finally say, and even to your own ears his name has a soft, warm, quality that is, frankly, humiliating.

Alpha looks startled for a moment, and then a slow smirk crosses his face, “Well then,”

Your face heats, “I-” You’re cut off when his fingers, warm and calloused, brush against your cheek, “...Alpha?”

“I never considered-” He trails off for a moment, and watches you thoughtfully, “The majority of the doctors who came here at the beginning of the war moved on after six months, why didn’t you?” He asks.

“I…I thought I could do the most good here.” You offer hesitantly.

Alpha’s fingers ghost across your lips, “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not. I can do the most good here, but-” your gaze darts around nervously, and then you steel your nerves and you look at him, “But it’s not the only reason I stayed.”

“Tell me.”

“I stayed for you…because of you. Because I’ve been in love with you for an embarrassing amount of time. And…and I’d give anything for you to return my affections. But-”

“But-?”

“But I know you probably don’t and that’s fine. It’s not going to change anything-”

“You’re just going to assume that I won’t return your affection?” Alpha asks.

You blink at him, “What?”

“Cyar’ika,” He speaks slowly, as though he’s gathering his thoughts, “Why do you think I’m here all of the time?”

“Because you like my company?” You offer.

“Yes, but that’s not the only reason.” Alpha says with a soft laugh. “Let’s just say that I return your affection.”

You blink at him, twice, “You do?”

“Is that so surprising?”

“Um…a little bit.” You admit with a sheepish smile.

Alpha regards you thoughtfully for a moment, and then he tugs you in and crashes his lips against yours. You release a startled squeak at first, your hands pressed against his chest for balance, and then you sigh softly, and relax into his affection.

“Does that prove my point?” He asks softly, his lips hovering just over yours.

“Yeah,” You whisper up to him, a dreamlike quality to your voice.

Alpha chuckles and then his lips are against yours again, as he tugs you closer and threads his fingers through your hair.

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes follower celebration #alpha-17 x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Hi! I really liked your dad!jake stories and I've got an idea for an alternative version of Picasso (Specifically PT 2) where The reader ends up feeling really insecure and starts changing everything about herself, like she removes the color from her hair And doesn't even do her art anymore, and even begins to talk less and less and starts to just avoid people until Jake confronts her about it comforts her

I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort with dad!Jake lmao If you do take this idea could you tag me in it if you don't mind? :))

Oooh I love this idea <3, I literally wrote this during my planning period so I apologize if it isn't the best. Anyways dad!jake warms my heart, I wish he was real :(

Picasso P.II-Alternate Ending

Your dad was the first to notice you changing and not for the better since arriving at the island. It started with the removal of the pink from your hair which wouldn't have been a big deal until he asked if you wanted to put color back in and you shook your head no before he even got the question out of his mouth.

"Hey is everything alright with your sister?" He asked your twin.

"I haven't noticed anything different about her yet but I can keep an eye on her." He offered as your dad nodded his head.

The next red flag was that you stopped doing your art completely which neteyam brought to his attention. It had started when Tuk asked you to help her draw something and you said no poor Tuk didn't understand so neteyam stepped in and you bit his head off about it before leaving and leaving your siblings confused. 

"She just snapped at us." Neteyam said to your parents concerned.

Your parents looked at your room in concern as your siblings told them about your changing behavior and tried to figure out what was going on.

"Give her some space maybe she is just having a hard time adjusting to the situation." Neytiri said but your dad couldn't help but feel like something deeper was happening.

And he was right just as your siblings told him a few days ago, you truly stopped doing art which made him sad to see because you were just so talented in his eyes and he didn't understand what was happening with you. 

The final red flag was when you started avoiding everyone and talking less. Your dad noticed that you were less talkative with everyone but especially him, it was like you were closing yourself off from the world.

Your dad had enough and was planning on talking to you about it when you got home only when he returned he could hear your cries.

"Babygirl?" He asked stepping into your room.

All he saw was your tears before you ran into his arms and wrapped them around his waist making him concerned as he comforted you.

"It's okay baby girl, I'm right here." He said as your tears finally stopped and your breathing started to mellow out.

"I don't fit in here Dad...ever since we got here I've been picked on about my hair, my art, and just everything and I thought that maybe if I stopped doing that stuff I could fit in....but it still didn't work they still picked on me and I didn't want to say anything because it seemed like Neteyam and lo'ak we're adjusting fine...so I that kept it to myself but I can't do it anymore." You said as your father's heart broke.

"I just want to fit in." You said quietly snapping your dad out of his thoughts. 

"Look at me baby, you were born to fit in. You were born to stand out...the hair color... the art.... everything about you is born to stand out you're not supposed to be like me or your mother or your siblings....you are supposed to be your own person...and I know it's hard right now and I know what you are going through right now but don't conform....show them who you truly are...because the right ones will love you for it." Your dad said staring into your eyes as you nodded your head. 

"I love you baby and the next time you are even remotely feeling like this, I want you to come to tell me, I don't want you to ever suffer in silence again, you hear me?" He asked you. 

"I do. I love you, Dad, thank you." You said hugging him and feeling him squeeze you a little tighter. 

A few hours later, you were passed out in your dad's lap from all the crying when your family had come back for the evening...all laughing until they saw you and your dad and instantly shut up not wanting to disturb you. 

"Is she okay?" Your mom asked taking a seat next to your dad, running a hand through your hair. 

"She will be. Turns out some of the islanders had been making some comments about her and she took it to heart..she just wanted to fit in." Your dad said as your mom frowned not realizing her daughter had been hurting so much. 

"Oh, my sweet girl." She said placing a kiss in your hair. 

"You two..." Your dad said but they stopped him.

"Already on it..no one hurts her and gets away with it...but tomorrow let's spend the evening with her." Neteyam said taking a seat on the other side of your dad as your siblings gathered around you to make sure you felt how loved you were.

You smiled a small smile to yourself hearing all the kind words your family had to say about you and your uniqueness maybe being different was a good thing after all. 

#dad!jakesully #dad!jake sully x reader #dad!jake x daughter!reader #dad!jake #mom!neytiri x reader #sully!reader #sully family #sully family x reader #avatar the way of water

[ofduskanddreams]

Know Better Than This — formerly titled Heated Rivals

Chapter 5: There's No "I" in "Team," But There Is in "Win"

CH Summary: It's the morning after Azriel's first game and first loss with the Boston Bruins following his trade. Let's just say things aren't going well.

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“Bruins Blown Away in the Windy City”

ESPN - Feb. 26th, 2022 - By Varian Summers

Last night, Chicago’s struggling NHL team pulled off a surprising win against the Boston Bruins. The final score was 2-4, with one of the Bruins’ points being a penalty shot. Hockey fans around the world were watching the Bruins play their first game with newly acquired player Azriel Cantor (Age 23, RW,) traded three days ago from the Montreal Canadiens. 

As the 2020-2021 Rookie of the Year, all eyes are on Cantor to see how he performs as a Bruin. Boston fans have high hopes for the young right-winger after they saw how Cantor and Bruins’ Captain Eris Vanserra played together during this year’s NHL All-Stars Weekend, displaying the kind of chemistry that sparks once in a generation between players. Everyone who watched the All-Stars tournament knows they were witnessing something special. 

The real question is: Where did that chemistry go? Because it certainly wasn’t on the ice at United Center last night.

It’s normal for a team to need some time to adjust to new dynamics when players are traded. I think I speak for all Bruins fans when I say that we understand expecting the team’s best performance mere days after acquiring a new player is unreasonable. Let’s hope Cantor and Vanserra can get back into that rhythm we all witnessed a few weeks ago with a little more time together on the ice.

Because if what happened in Vegas truly stays in Vegas, the Bruins may find themselves looking to make another trade sooner rather than later.

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A/N: Aaaand we're back! (I hope you read that in a sports announcer's voice) I know it's been a while, but don't think for a second that hockey rivals Azris was ever far from my mind. I was never in love with the fic's original title so I decided to change it now that I'm returning to finish it. All it took was going to one NHL game for this fic to start sparking joy again, I hope you're ready for more soon!

tagging: @iftheshoef1tz @ablogofsapphicpanic @panicatthenightcourt @damedechance @moonpatroclus @octobers-veryown @separatist-apologist @krem-does-stuff @melonsfantasyworld @born-to-riot @lady-riel @queercontrarian @asnowfern @catboyjamesbond @brokeneveningstars @xtaketwox @itsthedoodle @wilde-knight @areyoudreaminof @acourtofladydeath @foundress0fnothing @witch-and-her-witcher @melphss @fieldofdaisiies @thelovelymadone @nestas-workwife @bubybubsters

if you want to be added to or removed from my azris tags/tags for this fic specifically just let me know :)

#know better than this #azris #azris fanfiction #azriel x eris #eris x azriel #eris vanserra #azriel shadowsinger #eris acotar #azriel acotar #azriel #hockey au #acotar fanfiction #acotar au #acotar

[fucked-up-mover-shaker]

BOOK 10: ELYSIAN SIGN UPS

ALRIGHT! I HAVE ENOUGH INTEREST, IT IS TIME!

First off, the outline of everything we will be using in our creation of book 10, or Elysian (Endgame is a great name, but Marvel), as I call it.

Next, everything I'm using in Elysian.

I am also tagging everyone who has helped me come up with ideas, as well as edited, since we share one braincell, and have a lot of similar things.

Sorry for cut it's LONG

@moonlarked

Marellinh

Council gets overthrown

Sophie gets to kill Mr Forkle

Alvar dies in Fitz’s arms

Sophie starts an human outreach program

Jensi remains Talentless and helps other Talentless

Exillium gets to be relevant

Tiertice adopt Tam and Linh and Rayni

Fedex

Ruy appears and does something idk

Trix joins up with the gang

@the-great-gullon-incident

Biana, Stina, and Dex team up

Biana has a sword

Sophie teaches the rest of the keeper gang about lgbtq+ people

Crazy fights

Gethen and Ruy show up to do stuff

They/them Elysian

All the mysteries are finally revealed

@stopstealingtomatoes

Lady Gisela to die

Amy to have a bigger role

Lord Cassius to either formally apologize to Keefe or else shove a stick in it

T h e r a p y

Ships to finally sail

@amandayetagain

Elysian’s big naturals

frognate rings

explicit language

vertina pagetime

more void lore

Sophie strikes out on her own and forms her own group

we learn about Keefe’s human friends

Details on some of the parents top secret missions (mentioned in their unlocked files)

Embarrassing middle name for keefe

foot power

Sophie channels someone’s heart/skull, or uses telekinesis on someone’s neck (it’s them or her friends. And she’s already lost enough.)

Biana and Sophie commit arson again (Neverseen)

@you-have-been-frizzled

JENSI PAGE TIME

the triplets

Kesline

Elwin officially adopting Keefe

Biana kills somebody (can we just bring Vespra back so she can kill her)

Tam gets hurt and Linh goes batshit

Bronte with curly hair

Sophie eats sweet and sour chicken to everyone’s horror

MORE ARSON

Alina redemption arc (literally wouldn’t suggest this but Ciara is the one running it and they’re part of the Alina deserves redemption club)

Dex losing an arm (his name means right handed it’s ironic oaky!)

Tiergan punches Quan song when he tries to say something to the twins

Sandor and Giselle scenes

KESLER AND GRADY BROMANCE I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THEM

Juline and Edaline being sisters

Keefe and Grady bonding

Alvar isn’t dead and gets redemption

Caprice is relevant other than just being the crazy lady

@official-kenralie-fanbase

Sophie loses it during a battle to fulfill the whole "the moonlark could tear this whole place down" thing

Sandor finally has to dance in sparkly pants

Someone punches Alden

Or Cassius

Or both. At the same time.

More of Grady's mesmerizing please and thank you

Gradaline moments

Sophie's dad reveal (maybe do a poll on who people think that should be? I'm hoping for Fintan)

Oralie actually fights in a battle

Someone finds out about Oralie and there's a bunch of drama with all the people

@ever-blaze

more jensi, dex and rayni

jensi not manifesting an ability yet playing more roles in the story (eg. fighting the neverseen with a weapon or something)

keefe and fitz friendship moments/actually being best friends again

MORE OF THE TRIPLETS !!!

more backstories? tinkers maybe?

blur or wraith or tinkers identities

the return of the amazing amy foster

keefe’s human friends (hoping at least one is a celebrity) and human world adventures

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Next, breaking this up. Anyone can join, I just need people to help organize this, and the plan is we sort it up by character/group, and eventually break it down into chapters, ordered by what would make sense in a basic plot structure. Then we will start figuring out technical things such as who is writing what.

Simply send me an ask or message if you're interested in helping me organize this!

And, if you have any and all suggestions, feel free to tell me!

REBLOGS >>>>>> LIKES

#kotlc #kotlc fic #kotlc book 10 #elysian book #<- probably the official tag

[bbeanbbao]

we ache until we bloom

summary

Sex with Jimin was amazing, truly mind-blowing. From the first time, he seemed to know exactly what you wanted, always determined to make you feel good, touching you in ways that had you weak and needing more.

But if you were being brutally honest with yourself, this was what kept you coming back for more - this right here. The lazy kisses after you'd finished. The feeling of Jimin's body pressed against yours, warm and solid, holding you carefully. The way you breathed together, his hands stroking through your hair, and ultimately, falling asleep in his arms, sated and content.

relationship

park jimin/reader

tags

f/m, au - college/university, fluff, smut, friends with benefits to lovers, vaginal sex, chaptered

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preview

"J-Hooooooooooooope!" a voice cut through the noise of the music and chatting, and you turned to see Yoongi with his arms raised in victory, welcoming in a flushed Hoseok who was balancing far too many shots of soju in his hands.

"Hyung, stop yelling and help me!" Hoseok exclaimed, the various glasses wobbling in his hands.

Yoongi and Seokjin rushed to him to grab some glasses, handing them out to the hands grabbing around them.

"J-Hope! J-Hope! J-Hope!" A chant of his stage name started out from the other side of the room as drinks were passed out and promptly knocked back.

"Ah, none of that!" Hoseok said, waving a hand bashfully before returning to the kitchen to presumably get more drinks.

You watched as Yoongi squeezed through the huddle that had surrounded him, one hand placed over a couple of glasses of soju protectively.

"I got the goods!" he said, offering one out to you when he reached you.

"This is why you're my favourite, oppa," you replied, raising your voice to be heard over the music. 

"What's this I hear about favourites?" another voice came from behind you, and Yoongi smirked as he looked over your shoulder.

Turning, you came face to face with a pouting Jimin, cheeks a little pink and hair messily brushed back from his forehead. 

"Oh, just being told once more how I'm the favourite and best ever," Yoongi said beside you, and you shoved his arm playfully.

"I think you made that last bit up, oppa," you scolded him. He merely downed his drink, letting out a smug "ah" when he was done.

"I'm offended!" Jimin whined and you couldn't help but laugh at his puppy eyes, hand dramatically placed on his chest.

Leaning in, you stage whispered into his ear, "Don't tell oppa, but I only say that so he brings me free stuff."

Jimin threw his head back with a loud laugh, and it was Yoongi's turn to clutch at his heart dramatically.

"The betrayal! Fuck you both," Yoongi said, only making you and Jimin laugh more.

At that point, Hoseok re-emerged from the kitchen, once again juggling drinks, and Yoongi was summoned.

"Hyung! A hand again please!" 

Yoongi darted off once more as chants restarted around you. 

Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin's apartment was packed, filled to the brim with stressed and tired students trying to let off a final bit of steam before the madness of countless essays, assignments and exams truly began in the coming semester. Namjoon’s carefully curated playlist played out through the huge speakers that Yoongi had wheeled over, and drinks seemed to be limitless. (You suspected the speakers and the little trolley Yoongi had brought them on had been “borrowed” from the postgraduate recording studios, but you didn't dare ask.)

You thought it must only be a matter of time before you got a noise complaint.

As you watched drinks being handed out again, your eyes scanning over the groups of people huddled together chatting, some lounging on the sofas and floor, you felt a hand rest lightly on your lower back.

“Want another?” Jimin said in your ear and you quickly downed your soju before nodding.

“I brought some drinks as well, but I’m not sure what happened to them…" you replied, vaguely remembering Taehyung saying that he'd "keep them somewhere safe". 

As if reading your thoughts, Jimin chuckled.

"Come on, I think I have an idea where they might be."

He took your hand and gently led you through the living room, weaving between the groups of people talking and singing along to the music.

On the way, you were suddenly attacked by a flurry of dark hair and sparkly clothes.

"There you are!" a muffled but undeniably drunken squeal rang in your ear and you pulled back slightly, grinning at your friend.

"It's only been about fifteen minutes, Minjeong!" you laughed and the girl in front of you huffed.

"Hobi oppa said he'd get me some soju but he's disappeared!" Her eyes were a little glassy, her cheeks also flushed beneath the speckles of glitter on them. Suddenly, her eyes focused on Jimin next to you, still holding your hand.

"Jimin oppa!" she cried, then threw her arms around him next. He laughed, stumbling back a little - Minjeong was tiny but a fierce hugger. 

"Minjeong-ah, how much have you had?" he asked lightly, pulling back to look at her properly.

"Ah, oppa, I'm fine," she replied, waving him away.

"If you say so! Come on, we're going to get some drinks," Jimin continued with a wide smile spread across his face. "Let's get you some water."

Minjeong rolled her eyes but smiled, grabbing your hand, the three of you forming a line to the kitchen. 

As you reached the door, Minjeong squeezed your hand and leaned into you.

"Jimin looks cute tonight, no?" she said, a mischievous smile on her face. You rolled your eyes in turn and shushed her, which only made her laugh.

You looked ahead at Jimin again, thinking that despite her lack of tact, Minjeong was right. Jimin did look cute. In fact, as your eyes wandered from the line of his neck to the way his shoulders moved under the white t-shirt he wore, the fabric clinging slightly, down to the dip of his waist and then his ass and long legs in those tight, black ripped jeans...yeah, he looked hot.

You shook the thought from your head as you entered the kitchen, focusing on the task at hand - water for Minjeong, alcohol for you and Jimin.

Jimin was grabbing some cups now, moving to the fridge to get some cold water and passing one to Minjeong and the other to you. 

"Make sure you stay hydrated," he said with a sweet smile, and you took the cup with a smile back.

As you and Minjeong finished off your water, feeling like naughty kids being told what to do, Jimin searched the cupboards for more alcohol.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, his head in the cupboard under the sink, then emerged with a grin, your bottle of gin in hand. His little crooked tooth stuck out as he smiled, and you couldn't help but think he looked adorable.

"Yes! Fair play, thank you!" you said, taking a mental note to thank Taehyung for hiding it well. Jimin grabbed some fresh cups to start pouring the gin out, taking some tonic from the fridge to top it up with.

"Now, Minjeong," Jimin started, a playful smile on his face. "If I give you a tiny cup of gin and tonic, will you please, please promise to drink it slowly?" 

Minjeong bounced on the balls of her feet cutely and you wrapped an arm around her. 

"Yes, oppa!" she said, all smiling sweetness - but as soon as Jimin's back was turned, she winked at you. You poked her nose with your free hand.

"Hey, listen to Mr. Jimin!" you whispered jokingly and she laughed again.

"Yes, sir, Jimin sir!" she said quietly and Jimin tutted, overhearing. Shaking his head with faux seriousness, he handed over her drink.

"Thank you, oppa!" Minjeong sang out and, giving your waist a quick squeeze, she skipped out of the kitchen. 

"Look what I got!" you heard her shout, followed by a distinct, "Aish, you really are trouble" from Hoseok.

As the door swung closed, you and Jimin shared a giggle and, after handing your drink over, he held out his own cup to cheers.

"Thank you, Jiminie," you said and he smiled, sipping his drink.

"Any time. So how's it going? Ready for our impending doom in the next few weeks?" he asked and you groaned.

"I'm going to die ," you answered dramatically and Jimin laughed again. "Seriously, if I have to answer another essay question about some old guy's rambling novel again, I'm going to scream."

Tilting his head back to laugh louder, you watched as Jimin's eyes creased into crescents and his shoulders shook. Cute.

"Ah, you've got this! I believe in you," Jimin said when he was done laughing at your misfortune, a defiant look now crossing his face. He reached up to place a hand on your shoulder, squeezing a little. 

"Let's make a pact," he continued, and you raised an eyebrow in interest. "If I can make it through this next performance without Hobi hyung kicking my ass into oblivion for the sake of perfection, and you write the best essay ever on old white dudes, then we can treat ourselves."

"Oh yeah? How so?" 

"We'll go all out! Dress up, have a nice dinner, dessert and all!"

You laughed at that.

"Dessert too? Park Jimin, you tease," you said slyly and Jimin winked cheekily.

"Oh, I know how to treat a lady!" he said, puffing out his chest in mock pride, shaking his hair back. As you laughed, you reached up a hand and brushed a stray piece of hair off his forehead, letting your fingers linger a little. Smiling sweetly now, Jimin closed his eyes for a moment and leant into your touch.

Moving his hand from your shoulder, he stroked down to your waist, pulling you a little closer. You looked at each other for a few seconds, his eyes searching yours, before he began to lean forward a little.

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#jimin x reader #jimin x y/n #jimin fanfic #park jimin #bts fic #jimin smut #jimin fluff #bts smut

[taruchinator]

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💭 For the #TWEWYSecretSanta2022 event!

A small platform was incorporated into the box as a stand for the plushies, which were all aligned perfectly next to each other and attached by yarn so that they wouldn't fall. Rhyme stared wide eyed at the variety, with Beat taking a few peeks here and there.

What immediately caught his attention was a particular doll at the very back.

The cat plushie wore a sleeveless purple tank top, white cargo shorts and a yellow wristband around it's tiny paw. But most telling of all, was what was placed on its head— felt-made purple headphones.

“Yo, Shiki. Is that supposed to be Phones?”

Greetings once more, dear friends! 👋

You'll be seeing lots of me in these few days all thanks to my love for joining events, even during the Holidays— such as this wonderful TWEWY Secret Santa! ❄

This story was created for @stumblynn, who wanted some BeatNeku and I'm always happy to deliver on that~ I really hope you like this one, since I had lots of fun with it!

Thank you to the mods of @twewysecretsanta for organizing this!

If there was one thing Beat didn't understand, it was fashion.

He was the type of guy who would stick to the basics and simply wear whatever he found most comfortable, not really caring for the way it looked. Sure, he had favorite shirts or sneakers with cool designs on them, but that was about it.

The entire industry from different brands, to what was ‘trending’, or what was considered fashionable was completely beyond him.

But considering that one of his best friends was a successful fashion designer, he figured he could always give it his best whenever she needed help. And this was one of those instances, even though technically he wasn't the one who was asked for assistance.

A few days earlier, his little sister Rhyme had gotten a text from Shiki asking if she could come to her home to give her opinion on a new line of toys she was working on— an exclusive lineup only available for the holidays.

Why would Shiki be making toys of all things? Because these would be Mr. Mew character themed plushies, and the brunette was mostly working on designing the clothes and accessories for each little cat doll.

Rhyme happily agreed, feeling excited to see Mr. Mew again along with other adorable doppelgangers. The only issue was that the brunette was only available in the evenings due to her tight working schedule, and Beat still had his reservations about letting his sister go out alone at night. The Reapers' Game was something that really helped in making one more paranoid than usual, after all.

Because of this, the youngest sibling asked Shiki if it would be alright for Beat to tag along, to which the Gatto Nero founder had agreed on instantly.

And so, that's how they ended up in their friend's apartment waiting for a Mr. Mew runway.

“Oh Shiki, this is so exciting! I can't wait to see what you came up with!” Rhyme's voice dripped with glee as she kept swinging her legs back and forth from the chair she was sitting on.

Beat couldn't stop the soft smile that spread across his face as he chuckled lightly. “Is good to know my little sister still likes this sorta stuff.”

A blush spread across the blonde girl's cheeks as she rolled her eyes and lightly punched her older brother's arm. “Of course I do! Shiki makes amazing things, plus I'm trying to be an objective customer here!”

The oldest chuckled once more as he raised his hands in defense. “Whateva you say, sis!”

“Alright you two, I appreciate the liveliness you bring to my home, but I believe someone is all set and ready for you!” Shiki's voice cut between the siblings as she finally returned from her sewing room, holding a large box with a white curtain covering the front and placing it as gently as she could on top of the coffee table.

Rhyme's attention was quickly brought back to the task at hand as she started clapping and smiling like a child on Christmas morning. “Yes! Let's do it!”

Both Beat and Shiki chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm. It was always so infectious. After a moment, the brunette proceeded to adjust her glasses and give a quick bow before her guests as she proudly presented the cardboard box. “Miss and gentleman! May I present Gatto Nero's very first and one of a kind— Mr. Mew Plush Winter Collection!”

As soon as the words left Shiki's mouth, she pulled back the curtain to reveal the dolls inside.

The inside of the box was decorated to look like an actual runway, adorned with wintery items such as snowmen and mistletoe in the background in the form of drawings. A small platform was incorporated as a stand for the plushies, which were all aligned perfectly next to each other and attached by yarn so that they wouldn't fall.

Rhyme stared wide eyed at the variety, with Beat taking a few peeks here and there.

He recognized some of the figures the cat was dressed as. A few from what he'd seen around Shibuya and others based on some of Rhyme's interests— he was also pretty sure he recognized a character from that one game Rindo liked thrown into the mix.

What immediately caught Beat's attention however, was a pair of plushies that remained in the back of the display.

These weren't as detailed as the ones on the front, most likely earlier versions of what Shiki had actually intended to do with the plush doll idea.

The first doll had a black beanie with a large skull imprint on the front. It's clothes consisted of a simple sleeveless white tank with loose light brown cargo pants, as well as what seemed to be tiny accessories like a chain necklace and spiky wristbands.

If he didn't know any better, Beat would think that Mr. Mew was dressed like him from a few years ago.

It was the second doll however, that made him stop and have to do a double take.

The cat plushie wore a sleeveless purple tank top, white cargo shorts and a yellow wristband around it's tiny paw. But most telling of all, was what was placed on its head— felt-made purple headphones.

“Yo, Shiki. Is that supposed to be Phones?” The blonde stood from his seat on the couch and pointed at the Neku lookalike with wide eyes.

Shiki was caught off-guard for a moment— a confused look on her face, until she turned to where her friend was pointing, and a blush quickly spread across her cheeks as she giggled. “Oh! That's where I left those! Yeah, they're actually meant to be you and Neku.”

Rhyme leaned in to take a closer look, and let a smile grace her lips as she saw the dolls. “Aww, I can totally see the resemblance! The expressions are so on point, too~”

“Haha, I'm glad you think so! To get used to sewing clothes on a smaller scale, I tried starting with patterns I was familiar with.” The older girl picked up the Mr. Neku doll and tugged at the small wristband while giving a little wave. “Beat and Neku's outfits back then kinda got imprinted in my head, so it was a no brainer. Plus they were lots of fun to do as a warm up!”

“Well I think these look great for being warm ups!” Rhyme picked up the Mr. Beat plush and wiggled its arms around with a smile on her face, which in turn brought a smile to the teen's own face.

“You guys can have them, if you want! I was planning on you taking one as a thank you for your troubles, anyway.” Turning towards the older sibling, Shiki raised a questioning eyebrow as she held the Neku plush. “Not sure if you'd want this one though, so feel free to pick another, Beat!”

Taking one final look at the plushie in her hands, the blonde couldn't help but agree with his sister's earlier statement. The expressions were quite uncanny.

As he stared at the familiar grumpy face of Mr. Neku, Beat chuckled and gratefully took the doll from his friend's hands. “Nah, 'is cool! Wouldn't wanna ruin the set. He a cute little fella, anyway!”

Both Rhyme and Shiki exchanged looks at that statement, causing Beat to raise an eyebrow in confusion, until the words replayed in his head and red immediately covered his face. “I-I'm talkin' 'bout the doll, yo!”

“Sure you are, big brother~” Rhyme said in a sing-song voice, to which the brunette couldn't contain her giggles as Beat huffed in annoyance, cheeks still dusted with a hint of pink.

Moments like these really reminded him of the glory days from when he was an only child.

The Mr. Neku doll had come in handy more times than Beat cared to admit.

After searching for his best friend in the confines of the UG for more than two years, the blonde still had his fair share of nightmares recalling the traumatic experience of not only seeing him die in front of him over and over, but also picture scenarios in which he never found him in the first place and was still out there looking.

He tried keeping these to himself, especially from Rhyme since he didn't want to worry her— although he had a hunch that she already knew to some extent.

One night however, after waking up in cold sweat from one of these regular night terrors, the teen's hand instinctively reached for the feline plushie and held it against him as he tried to calm his rapid heartbeat. In a matter of minutes, Beat was sound asleep, with nothing but pleasant dreams filling his subconscious.

It didn't take long for the boy to notice the pattern of how whenever he'd sleep with the Mr. Neku doll he'd have good dreams, while if he slept without it, the nightmares would come back full force. As such, it became a habit to never go to sleep without his good luck charm by his side.

Why was this method effective? Maybe because having a physical reminder that his friend was back safe and sound was exactly what his mind needed to find peace. Maybe it was also because the doll was just too darn cute and resembled Neku in more ways than one, and only intensified the blonde's feelings for the other boy even more.

But he would rather die and go through the entire Reaper's Game again than admitting that out loud.

“I'm heading out! We need more milk. Do you want anything?”

Rhyme broke through the silence that was her older brother's thoughts as he sat down for dinner, scrolling aimlessly through his DMs after answering back to some of their friends about a meet up the following week. He raised his eyebrows in question. “What'cha goin' out for? We can just call mom and pops if somethin's missin'.”

The teenage girl reached for her backpack hanging by the entrance and turned to the boy with a smile. “Kaie messaged me to meet up. Something about a new app he's developing that he wants my thoughts on. So, I figured I could just stop by on the way.”

Beat chuckled as he pushed his almost empty bowl of rice to the side. “Looks like my little sister's turning into a real big shot programmer someday! Don't forget about the little guys like us when that happens, 'kay?”

Rhyme rolled her eyes, but smirked in her brother's direction as she unlocked the door. “I won't, don't worry. I wouldn't be able to forget you even if I wanted to~”

“Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!”

“I think it means you're good at leaving an impression.”

The third voice caught the siblings off-guard for a moment, until they realized who the figure at the door was. Rhyme smiled and went for a hug instantly. “Hey Neku!”

“Hey, you guys! Sorry for barging in, the door was open so…” Neku chuckled as he returned the younger blonde's embrace. After that, he turned upwards to address the oldest sibling on the far end of the room, waving a couple of notebooks in his hand. “Thought I should stop by and return these.”

“Dang, you done already? Took me weeks to learn all that algebra shit for the test!” Beat chuckled as he stood from his seat and walked towards the duo.

After returning to the RG, both he and Neku had lots of catching up to do, and among those matters was the dreaded subject of school. Beat was lucky enough to have an incredibly talented genius sister who had taken notes from all his classes thanks to the permission given to her by the principal.

Neku however, wasn't as fortunate. Because of this, the blonde had insisted that the other boy copy his notes to get up to speed on all subjects. That was a mere two weeks ago.

“As much as I'd love to sit here and listen to how copying my poor brother's notes went, I have somewhere to be. It was nice seeing you, Neku!” Rhyme chimed in and quickly headed for the open door. Reaching for her pocket, she pulled out her keys and phone for Beat to see. “And yes, my phone is fully charged.”

Before either boy could say anything, she closed the door behind her with a soft click.

“Can't believe how grown up she is. Not like she and Shiki weren't more mature than us back then too, right?” Neku broke the silence as he turned to his best friend with a small smile.

Beat couldn't help but nod and stare at the door with a hint of melancholy in his eyes. “You can say that again, dawg. Rhyme's always been independent, but now 'is like she's goin' at her own rhythm, ya know? Makes me wonder when she won't be needing me anymore…”

Neku sighed at that statement, and quickly placed his hand on the blonde's shoulder. It was a… comforting touch. “Like she said, she couldn't get rid of you even if she wanted to. And something tells me she doesn't want to, especially when she's got someone like you caring so much for her.”

In another circumstance, the blonde might've blushed at such a comment, but he tried his best to keep it cool and just return a smile instead despite the increasing sound of his heartbeat. “Thanks man. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Anytime. Anyway, should I just leave these in your room?” The red head smiled but then changed the subject as he pointed at the notebooks that were still in his hand.

Beat nodded and quickly made his way back into the kitchen as he replied. “Yeah, fo' sure! I'ma heat you up some rice to take home, too. We gots too much left over, so it shouldn't go to waste!”

Neku grinned and headed for the room he had been to many times before. “Very thoughtful of you. Your mom told you to say that to any guests that come by?”

The blonde merely huffed. “So what if she did?”

Another chuckle resonated as Neku disappeared from Beat's field of vision. The blonde rolled his eyes, but still grabbed a small container from the clean dishes and began scooping chunks of rice until it was full. Once he closed it off, he reached for a plastic bag and gently placed the container inside for easy travel.

His mother would definitely be proud of the handiwork.

Taking the bag with one hand, the older boy headed for his room and placed it on one of the drawers with a grin decorating his features. “Trust me man, if anyone knows how to do some good rice, 'is my mom! You gonna be beggin' for more once-”

The words were immediately caught in Beat's throat as he saw Neku standing by his bedside, holding a very familiar plushie between his hands. His mind went blank as he began mentally kicking himself over not remembering the furry companion that now lived with him.

There was just no logical explanation for either how or why Beat had something like this in his room, but all he could do was try to save any dignity he had left as he began mumbling his story. “O-Oh, that! Yeah so um, Shiki was workin' on some weird dolls a-and she asked Rhyme for help on how they were goin' and this one was one of 'em! S-She gave it to me and well, I just, I-”

After rambling for what felt like ages, Neku silenced the blonde in one of the most bizarre ways he could've imagined— by placing Mr. Neku's muzzle against Beat's lips.

Beat's eyes widened in confusion, until the other boy turned to him from behind the doll and smiled softly. “If you wanted me as a cuddle buddy, all you had to do was ask.”

At that statement, the implication behind the innocent gesture finally clicked in his brain and the blonde's cheeks lit aflame as he scrambled backwards. Neku chuckled at the other's expression and started rubbing at the back of his head sheepishly. “Guess I'm gonna have to ask Shiki when that Mr. Beat doll is gonna be ready, cause after seeing this guy, I really want mine too.”

Beat stared as the blush began to subside. “A-A doll? Fo' you?!”

It was Neku's turn to blush as he adverted his gaze to the floor. “What can I say? The idea just sounded really comforting when she suggested it. Although, I'm sure it wouldn't compare to the real deal…”

The blonde stared for a long time, until eventually the thought of Neku sleeping with a Mr. Beat doll was far too cute to pass up. He smiled sheepishly too— scratching at the back of his neck as he stared at the boy he grew to be so very fond of. “Well… why not test it out?”

It was safe to say that the duo had a wonderful rest that night, with Rhyme having to tiptoe around the house to prevent the sleepy teens from waking up. Not before taking a picture to share with her brother later, of course.

Neku was right. Cuddling next to the one he loved was a far cry from doing so with his plushie doll.

And even though Beat would be keeping Mr. Neku, along with Mr. Beat once he was complete, the blonde was glad to know that he could reach out to the real deal in times of need, even more so after realizing that perhaps they were more similar than they had previously thought.

If the next day was filled with embarrassing comments and unstoppable teasing from his sister along with their friends who she gossiped to, he would just have to handle it.

After surviving a Reaper's Game, everything else seemed a little less scary, especially when he wasn't at it alone.

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[mitsdriveswhere]

I wanna talk about the Salmon Ruins

I really can't explain in a way that doesn't make me sound like a raving lunatic how cool the cultural and chronological differences in architecture of a specific region are. Like. That sentence. Read it back? Sounds fuckin crazy. Why do I care about this? idk. I just think it's neat.

So.

Salmon Ruins. Really, I'd never heard of these ruins before I really started learning more about ancestral Puebloan (and specifically Chacoan) architecture.

Yeah, I'll be completely fucking honest, my reasons for getting into Chacoan architecture are dumb at best. At best. I'd have to trace back so many things. What led me to the Salmon Ruins? Probably, I think it started by joining a tour group that I did not pay for in Mesa Verde.

I'm 90% sure the tour guide knew I wasn't in his group, but what was he gonna do? Tell me to go away? Nah. So I tagged along because it was interesting. This tour was about the mesa part of Mesa Verde - not the cliff dwellings - mostly focusing on the early settlements and kivas. I'd been to the Manitou Cliff Dwellings as a kid, back when they called the ancestral Peubloans 'the Anasazi'. It was cool, but didn't really spark my interest outside of being there. But kivas?

I'd never heard of these things before. And there were so many! And so deep! How they were built, how they were used, who inhabited them, all new information to me. I'm sure they talked about it at the Manitou Cliff Dwellings but, ya know, you don't listen to that stuff as a kid.

Mesa Verde led me to Chaco Canyon. And Chaco Canyon (while terrifying to get in and out of) is beautiful. You could pick a 5x5 part of the outer wall of that site to study for an entire day.

The Chacoans cared about their buildings. They made art with their homes. This was beyond necessity, this was purposeful. And it was so close I could literally touch it. I could walk in the city and see what they saw from the same place they saw it. I could go on about Chaco Canyon (as I have in the past), but moving on.

Chaco Canyon led to Canyon of the Ancients, lead to Aztec Ruins, and then finally to the Salmon Ruins. Mind you - there are more sites that I haven't seen yet. They are scattered across New Mexico, Arizona, and Colorado, literally dozens of sites. I've probably seen more than most, but I've certainly not seen all of them.

But the Salmon Ruins are special in their own way, and that comes specifically from their research library. When you enter the site, they'll hand you a little laminated booklet that you return to the front office after seeing the site. That includes a map of the full site, a detailed history of its re-discovery and preservation, and most importantly - a color guide to take you to each important marker placed in the ruins.

This guide is gorgeous. The amount of information you get as you go is just amazing. It goes over common practices, tools, room usages, inhabitants, changes to the structure, everything. Personally, I found Markers 1 and 16 most interesting.

These focus on the craftsmanship specific to the people living there at the times they occupied Salmon Pueblo. Because you can tell! Who was living there! Based off how they built and rebuilt things!

Fascinating!!!!

The Chacoans used very geometrically similar rocks - think almost brick-like, cut to fit - to create the outer layer of their walls, while filling the insides of the walls with large, unshaped stones (Chacoan style core and veneer masonry). They would also decorate their walls by taking these stones and exposing them to heat to change their colors (because again!! The Chacoans!! Made their homes into art!!)

This style of masonry is not shared among all ancestral Puebloans, and when the Chacoans no longer inhabited Salmon Pueblo, other ancestral Peubloans occupied it and modifications to its structure were made in a different style, with large river rocks held together with mortar.

You can follow the Chacoans and their influence to every site they created and interacted with, including Mesa Verde and Chimney Rock in Colorado.

Idk. Maybe at some point I'm going to buy a big ole fuckin ream of paper and spread it out around my house so I can draw out and fully appreciate the chronological and geological changes and dispersion of Chacoan architecture. Maybe at some point I'll hit that level of out to lunch that it will seem like a good idea to do that.

Maybe I'm actively thinking about doing this.

Maybe I went and bought a copy of the booklet you can walk around the Salmon Ruins with. Maybe I specifically asked for one after I was done looking around.

#who knows? #the dumbest shit in the weirdest places #chaco culture #chaco canyon #ancestral peubloans #mits did you just write an entire post to talk about really old walls? MAYBE

[togrowoldinv]

Hii! I love your fics so much I'm actually obsessed. Can I please request a Carol x reader where Carol flirts a lot with R and R obliviously flirts back (like she says things that can be considered flirty but she actually genuinely means them) like if Carol says "Good morning, how's the most beautiful girl in the world doing?" And R is like "Hm? Idk how are you doing?" And Carol just dissolves into a blushing stuttering mess and Carol gets competitive and tries to turn the table around but it's like a one sided thing bc R rlly just doesn't register the flirting and just says stuff they genuinely mean

Hey! Thank you for this request and for your kind words about my writing 💙 Sorry this one took me a while to get to. I hope you enjoy it!

Genuine

Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Carol Danvers Masterlist, Main Masterlist

“Hey y/n,” Carol says as she enters the common room. There’s a whole group of people in the room, but she only acknowledges you.

“Hey Carol!” you reply. She sits down next to you on the couch. “Popcorn?” you offer her the bag you made for movie night.

“That’s okay, it’s yours. Although, it does sound nice to share something with a beautiful woman,” Carol flirts.

“Oh, you’re the beautiful one,” you say nonchalantly and turn back to the movie.

Your easy genuineness always flusters Carol. And throughout the entire movie she tries to make you equally as flustered, but you only reply with a serious voice of compliments. You really don’t know why she keeps telling you sweet things, but you only want to return the favor with telling her how wonderful she is too.

After that night, Carol goes on a mission for two weeks. When she returns you are once again on the common room couch, but this time you are alone.

“How was the mission?” you ask her. She looks so exhausted that she could fall asleep right there on the couch.

“Not bad. I missed you though,” Carol says honestly, not even in her usual flirty tone.

“Hm, I missed you too, Danvers.” She blushes at your words.

“Can I ask you a question?” Carol asks. You nod and she reaches for your hand. “Do you realize that I’ve been flirting with you for months?”

“What?”

“I really like you and I’ve been flirting with you and every time I do you just reply with genuine compliments. It gets me so flustered. You really haven’t noticed?” Carol explains.

“I just thought you were being nice. I really like you too though, Carol. I do mean every compliment I say to you,” you admit.

“Can I kiss you?” Carol asks you. Her hand caresses your face gently.

“I could use a kiss from the most beautiful woman in the world,” you say in your best attempt at a flirty voice and you both burst out laughing. “See that’s another reason why I haven’t done the actual flirting thing.”

“I get it, babe. I will kiss you now though,” Carol says with a smirk.

“Please do.”

Her lips finally meet yours and it’s the most magical feeling ever.

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[peppermint-joys]

Headcanons for Dad Bruno Au… Pt. 4

Warnings: Encanto Spoilers?

a/n: I was actually going to make a chapter for this but had absolutely no energy, considering finals week. If anyone wants to just ask and tag me, I’d love to read your stuff.

Calling the posts “chapters” because I want to.

prompt: My Single Dad Bruno au a continuation.

Adelita Chapters: (1) (2) (3) 4 (5) (6)

Bruno loved hearing about her days all the more since she befriended Antonio. Adelita seemed happier, so that made him happier.

Additionally, now that she was unwittingly best friends with his nephew, he got to hear about the two kids' adventures from his hideout in the walls as well.

Antonio seemed to bring out her more mischievous side.

Already they were both naturally curious children and together they amplified each other.

Adelita and Antonio were making a picture book of cool animal stuff they learned. "Fur Friends Guide"

For Adelita's Abuela, it didn't become unusual to see her return home with a couple of scrapes and/or dirt stains.

Adelita is a bit more cautious than Antonio

Still. Watching from the shadows, the two regularly gave Bruno heart attacks.

Bruno usually scolded her about it later.

For whatever reason, he worries about her.

"I noticed you climbing a really tall chontaduro tree. Please don't climb those trees." - Bruno

"I'm sorry, Bruni." - Adelita.

He melts when she calls him Bruni.

Adelita was vaguely aware of the Madrigal family before. However, living on the outskirts more in the hills, their paths didn't tend to cross often.

She heard more about them from Antonio

Antonio's family lets him wander more than Abuela let her, so it was always him coming to her casita.

She always invited Bruno to stop by when she and Antonio had sleepovers.

She's pretty sure Antonio thinks she's making him up.

To her knowledge, he never does, which makes her sad. Luckily, she has Antonio to distract her.

Bruno began to see less and less of her.

Running around exploring with her friend tuckered her out.

All too often, Adelita would already be asleep when he visited her window.

So Bruno stopped visiting.

She has a family, she doesn't need him. Beside she's not his kid.

Adelita noticed when the first plate was left untouched.

Maybe Bruno didn't like Ajiaco. To be fair, it wasn't her favorite either.

The next night, she left Arepas.

Even that plate was left untouched.

She began to call out for him when walking into town, but he never appeared. Not even his rat.

She started grabbing her hair more regularly.

What if she did it again?

The plates stack up.

Abuela learned of her leaving out food and had her stop. They didn't need to attract rats.

All she could do was stay up and hope he came back.

But he didn't.

She marked the nights with lines on the back of a paper.

After a while had passed, she gave up.

“Mi familia, es tu familia.” - Adelita.

She added another mark to the other 29. Accidentally getting some tears on the crinkled paper.

When she went to hide the paper in the box beneath her bed, something bit her.

A rat.

They stared at each other for a moment. Before, the rat took the crinkled drawing and scurried toward the window.

"No, no, no, give that back!"

Before she knew it, the rat was out the window, running off into the night.

Adelita immediately slipped on her shoes and rushed out the window after them.

Rats are really fast. Like really fast.

But she managed. She didn't even realize how far from home she'd gone until she nearly ran into a wall.

"No fair. That's cheating," Adelita whined, watching the mouse disappear in a crack.

She looked back, in the distance, across town, into the hills where she can see the lone light of her bedroom candle flickering.

She walked along the wall until she came to the front of the building. A casa.

She knelt, trying to look through the crack below the door, quietly calling out the rat and Bruno's name.

Much to her surprise, the door opened, seemingly on its own.

She doesn't want to go in. It’s not her home and she wasn't invited. It'd be rude.

But the floor beneath her feet moves on its own, pushing her in. And the door shuts behind her.

She had to cover her mouth to stop herself from screaming. It was the middle of the night. Anyone who heard her would be mad she woke them up.

And she hated upsetting others.

When she doesn't move, the floor nudges her forward.

The whole moving house thing was extremely creepy for her, making her a trembling mess.

She kept moving, casita herding her to the stairs.

There she sees the portrait of Abuelo.

“Sorry, Senor, for breaking into your casa it's making me do it." - Adelita

At the top of the stairs, she noticed the glowing doors down the corridor in front of her and adjacent.

The floor slid beneath her, rolling her to painting.

Probably a cursed painting. Cursed house, cursed painting checks out.

Adelita waved her hand in a cross like motion across her chest before hesitantly tapping the frame.

Hitting the wall, it creaked back at her and revealed a large gaping hole in the wall behind it.

Though she didn't want to, Adelita was able to put two and two together. The home wanted her to go in there.

"Oh um, no thank you. Please." - Adelita.

The tiles beneath her gently bounced, as if trying to tell her this is where she was meant to go.

Adelita doesn't like to upset people. She certainly didn't want to upset a whole house.

Once inside, the exit swiftly closed behind her and she was alone, in the dark corridor between the walls.

100% convinced Casita just ate her.

She could feel her heart getting tighter. And her breathing more rapid, shallow.

Narrow foreign dark spaces and little children do not mix.

Noticing some rats scurrying down the corridor on the planks above, she pressed on.

Cautiously.

The in between was dark and winding. And there were cracks. Many. Plastered over, but still.

"Casa espeluznante, can you spit me out? Please? I didn't mean to come in, it's just... there was this--"

At that moment, a crack formed on the floor meters behind where she stood.

It crept up the wall, stopping once it reached the ceiling. Briefly. It extended overhead.

Wood planks and beams clasped nearly falling on the little girl beneath. Luckily she managed to move a way in time, avoiding the debris.

She sat curled up in the fetal huddled in the corner away from the gaping hole the clasp had left in the floorboards.

"Arrorró mi niño, arrorró mi sol, arrorró pedazo, de mi corazón." She whimpered, trying to calm her rapid breathing.

She sat, unwilling to move from her place. What if something else collapsed?

She rocked back and forth, hands over her head, eyes squeezed shut, repeating the same verse over and over again.

Until she just went quiet.

Her thoughts had become so scattered that normal functioning was impossible.

She didn't notice when a rat scurried up and nudged the tip of her shoe or when it scurried back off into the shadows.

She also failed to notice a shadow form ominously looming over her small figure.

It wasn't until she felt a new weight drop on her, covering her body and head, that she began to come back to the present moment.

"Hey you're okay, you're alright."

"The Casita ate me." - Adelita

There was a soft chuckle.

Noticing her unease, watching her try to further cower into her newly acquired "blanket".

They tried to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, only to have her shy away.

"Arrorró mi niño, arrorró mi sol, arrorró pedazo, de mi corazón. Este niño..."

"Lindo ya quiere dormir; háganle la cuna de rosa y jazmín." - Both

By the conclusion of the song, she'd calmed enough to stop trembling and they were sitting beside her.

"You know that song? My Mami used to sing it. At least, that's what Abuela said."

"Mine too."

She hummed in response, leaning over so her head was resting against his arm.

"I don't like it here," Adelita whispered.

"We don't have to stay."

He pushed himself to standing, then extended a hand to Lita

"Come on," they softly coaxed. “I’ve got you.”

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[bonny-kookoo]

Puppy Love: Public Eye

TW: harassment, mentions of hate, puppy is a bit (very) scared

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His management had decided that it was time.

It would have to happen at some point anyway- and everyone had decided it would be best to have the control over how they want to publicly announce Jungkooks hybrid, instead of letting the fans find out on their own, just to feel betrayed. And though that did help a lot- it didn't mean there wasn't backlash.

Some people demanded Jungkook to give you up right away- trending hashtags online and even starting a petition of all things to get rid of you. But there also was a surprising amount of support, fans who simply wanted him to be happy no matter what he would decide to do. They argued that it didn't matter if you were there or not- considering that he'd had you for quite a while now, and no one noticed anything bad.

And there was a major reason on why exactly it had to become public now.

Flying overseas was always a huge thing for them- but since Jungkook had you, he couldn't just leave you at home. And due to your specific kind of hybrid, you hated being with strangers- so there was no way you could simply fly after him with one of the managers or a caretaker. You'd have to tag along this time- no matter how people reacted.

He steps out of the car alone at first, greeting the fans and letting paparazzi take photos- before they prepare to board the flight. Only then does he open the car door again, carefully helping you out; dressed in all black baggy clothes, barely any skin visible of yours for protection. You're nervous, he can feel it in the way you clench his hand- as he leads you along, bowing respectfully to everyone passing you two- something yiu try and mimic as best as you can while not running into any of the paparazzi trying to catch a glimpse of you.

There's hands pulling on your clothes at some point, profanities yelled from somewhere in the crowd, and people shoving their cameras underneath the bucket hat you're wearing. But it escalates when a fan breaks through, ripping the head off and revealing the top of your head, eyes and hair- and your hybrid ears, pinned back in fear as Jungkook protectively pulls you closer and away from the fan as the girl is escorted away.

"We almost got it puppy."He mumbles into your ear, squeezing your hand as they line up to get their passports checked- jungkook pulling out two; his and yours. "You're doing great baby." He praises, and you nod slightly, as the stranger checking your papers let's you through.

It's finally quiet now as you're boarding the flight, finally sitting down while Jungkook puts his stuff away before he sits down next to you. "You okay?" He worries, holding your face in his hands as he checks you for any signs of damage. "I'm so sorry, that must've been scary." He apologizes, as Jimin leans through your seats to check you as well, Yoongi and Hoseok in front of you sneaking a glance as well just to make sure.

"I'm okay." You say meekly, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down as Jungkook helps you out of your jacket.

"You did so well though!" Jimin praises, petting your head, Taehyhung chuckling as he sees your tail wagging against the seat, making Jungkook smile as well.

He knows it's not quite over yet- there's still their arrival in the states, and the return home after everything is done- but he's sure they'll manage just fine. There's no way he'll give you up that easily.

No matter what happens.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #puppy!reader

[sopejinsunflower]

A Timing Misplaced - MYG One Shot

a/n: idk why I'm a bit more attached to this one. I guess it's relatable? In a way? I just like torturing myself :') Check out Ashes in the Wind to get a full understanding of this one.

Summary: He's the senior you had eyes on since freshman so when he finally sees you, years later, it's enough to close one eye to the truth your gut has been screaming at you. It's a classic case of being at the right place at the wrong time.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x you, Kim Taehyung

Word count: 5.9k

Tags: AU! established relationship, right time wrong place kinda stuff yknow, idk what else to put here lol

Yoongi hates arguments, hates it even more when you refuse to wait till he’s off of work to talk at home and would rather be hours on the phone picking out every little wrong thing he did.

So when he sees his best editor, who also happens to be his good friend and business partner (something she doesn’t answer to anymore after she decided taking charge of the company was too much), walks into his office after he called her earlier, he couldn’t quite get off the phone, apologising to you just to restore peace but you won’t have it.

He knocks on the glass window overlooking the office floor, making eye contact with one of the interns as he scurries in. To his friend standing in front of him, he says, “Go with him. He’ll show you the fuck up he did.” He doesn’t wait for any response, turning his chair around as he refocuses his attention to your raised voice over the phone, holding in a sigh.

“Y/n, I have a lot of work to do today,” he says in a tired voice, head in his hand. “Can we talk about this later? I’m having a hard time enough already at work and I’m expecting a client to call back anytime soon. They’re pissed at us enough.”

“You never listen, do you?” he hears you say with a tremble in your voice. “You don’t care.”

Yoongi sighs again, rubbing his face. “I do care but now it’s just not a good time.”

“Fine.” The call clicks and Yoongi is left staring at his phone screen, weary for what will come next. He pushes the thought out of his head at the moment; he has more pressing matters to take care off, like his business. He lets out a loud groan, wishing he could just leave out the door, get on a plane and fly to Madagascar. Not that there’s anything particular there, he just wanted to be away from all this hassle. He loves you, he does, but sometimes you can just be too much, especially on days like today.

He leans his head back. What was it that had pissed you off?

Oh, yeah. He’d forgotten White Day, which is today, actually. He had been late to work, rushing through traffic with a piece of toast in between his teeth. You don’t live together so he had forgotten to call you in the morning like he always does and that had also been another factor. Not the main factor,but enough to add salt to the wound. In all honesty, compared to Valentine’s where the girls pamper the guys with gifts and chocolates, White Day is where the guys return the favour, which is why it’s clearly not as big as its counterpart. Men are pathetic when it comes to remembering dates, even worse when something is expected of them on those dates. Or that could just be Yoongi. He’s been doing that a lot lately, which is the biggest factor of this argument this time.

He had forgotten their five hundred days together, forgotten last monthiversary and now this. Really, he’s pushing your limit by this point. But work has been so busy lately, barely any space to breathe. He should be happy, the business is growing but at what price? This has been his dream and he thought you’d understand. He sighs what seems to be the hundredth time today. He can feel a headache coming on. He sends a quick text to you.

I’ll come over to your place tonight. Love you.

Then, on second thought, he erases the last sentence and presses send. He pockets his phone and goes back to work. He sees the earlier intern passing by his window again in a half jog, coffee sploshing around in a mug he recognises and smirks. He bought it for her, that time he went to Disneyland with you, much to your disdain, had chosen it carefully, remembering every one of her favourite Disney characters. You had sulked all the way home because, as opposed to his best friend, he had forgotten you love Princess Jasmine just as much as she does but Yoongi had shrugged. This was his best friend, the friend he was maid of honour for on her wedding day and you, at the time, were only his girlfriend of six months.

You had swallowed the bitterness, never to bring the subject up again. Something about his best friend that makes him touchy, protective, even. If you were honest to yourself, it truly does seem that you’re second to that woman but her being married to this over six feet tall dude you met once is the only thing that’s keeping your thoughts from spiralling towards something happening between Yoongi and his best friend. That, and the fact that she doesn’t come into the office as often. Her husband makes a lot of money, travels a lot, too.

Across town, in a single building with splashes of pastel colours, you read the text from him with an angry huff before putting your phone away in the front pocket of your yellow apron just as a group of four-year-olds race past you. You look up to find another teacher, giving you a sympathetic look, probably having heard your  phone conversation. You smile at her and turn away to go after the kids, yelling at them that no running is allowed inside. They stop but still jostle each other before you herd them back to their class, one of the smaller ones insisting he must have his hand in yours.

A cute kid, Minjun, with dark wavy hair and big eyes and chubby pink cheeks; a little shy around people and used to cry every morning when his mother dropped him off and refused to eat unless it’s bread day, which is on Fridays. He’s come a long way since last year now that he’s a little older with a baby sister on the way, a lot quieter now and the easiest kid in class. The other three kids are not your kids as you usher them back into Sakura while leading Minjun back into your class, Camellia. He runs back to his seat, greeting his deskmate. You breathe in deeply, trying to recentre yourself away from the negativity of the argument with Yoongi earlier. The bell chimes and you say to the class, “Alright, everyone, sit down, please.”

The day goes by pretty fast and before you know it, you’ve been on full autopilot until it’s time for the kids to go home, their parents, mostly mothers, arriving first in groups, and then one by one. Four o’clock rolls around and still no sign of Minjun’s mother. She’s never been late before but there had been no calls either. There’s still a smattering of children in the playroom and Minjun is in one corner with a little girl in pigtails, playing with some dolls and animal figures, talking quietly. You check your phone again, rereading texts between you and Yoongi. It hasn’t been good between you two lately. It’s like he’s losing interest, forgetting important dates and dismissing it when you get upset. It’s the same excuse all the time: work. It’s getting tiring, honestly.

You’re scrolling through your phone when you see from the corner of your eyes Minjun standing up and running towards the big windows that overlook the front of the kindergarten. His face lights up and he runs out of the class towards the entrance. You peek out the window and, seeing an unknown man rather than his mother, you do a double take and run after him, calling out his name to wait. You find him just by the entrance waving at the man who is standing on the other side of the door. He has dark curly hair on his head, very handsome and tall, but looking too young to be his dad. You shake your head, not wanting to judge.

“Wait here,” you tell Minjun as you put on your outside shoes and go to greet the man outside. Whoa, you think, he’s really tall and really beautiful.

You put on your best concern face and ask, “Hi, sorry, but who are you?”

He flashes you a boxy smile. “I’m Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. I’m here to pick Minjun up.”

You give him a once over. “But who are you? His mother didn’t inform us of anyone else coming to pick him up.” You cross your hands over your chest, wondering if she forgot the kindergarten’s policy. There’s no way you can release a student to a person not specified, whether in the kid’s file or verbally by call and this person’s name doesn’t ring a bell.

His eyebrows shoot up, his mouth agape. “What? She didn’t call you?” When you shake your head, he continues. “I’m his uncle. She asked me to come today. I’m visiting them for a week and it’s supposed to be a surprise for Minjun.”

You don’t look convinced and he fishes out his phone, taps on something and shows you a text message. “Look,” he says, “says so here.”

You step away from him. “I appreciate you showing me that but I’d need to confirm that ourselves. Can you wait out here for a few minutes?”

He nods. “Yeah, sure. No problem.”

Just as you step back inside, the Principal comes running out, looking breathless. “Minjun’s mother just called. Her brother’s coming to pick him up today.” She sees Minjun by the entrance and then the man outside. She points to him. “Ah, he’s here.”

You glance back towards the man, Taehyung, and he waves cheerfully back. You go back to your class, with Minjun following, and grab his things. When you return to the entrance, Taehyung is inside talking with the Principal. You help Minjun with his coat and hat and then his shoes as Taehyung approaches us. You hand over the boy’s bag to him and he slung it over one shoulder, taking Minjun’s hand in his. He winks at you. “Thanks, teacher.” To Minjun he says, “Say bye-bye to your teacher, Minnie.”

You wave them goodbye, watching as they both leave the kindergarten, Minjun happily chatting with his uncle, hands swinging by his side. The Principal turns back around to you. “Handsome lad, that one.”

You chuckle. “He kind of looks like his uncle. Minjun, I mean, not the man.”

The Principal gives me an I know what you mean look before going back to her office, leaving me by the entrance still staring out at the uncle and nephew pair, just tiny in the distance. Sighing, you walk back to class where three other students are still waiting for pickup. Once they all leave, it’s close to half past six and you dread the train ride home. It’s going to be packed to the brim. You wave goodbye to your colleagues and step outside, the sun low on the horizon. Walking out of the front gate, a black car glides to a stop right before you. You look up, the driver’s window rolling down to expose the driver, sunglasses on, behind the wheel.

“Can I give you a ride, pretty lady?”

You narrow your eyes. “I’d have to ask my boyfriend first.”

“It’s all been taken care of.” Yoongi flashes you a smile and you can’t help but do the same. You go over towards the passenger side and jump in.

A bouquet of baby’s breaths is stuck under your nose and you glance over to Yoongi, his hand outstretched. You arch an eyebrow at him.  “What’s this?”

“A peace offering,” he replies. “Do you accept?”

You regard the bouquet of your favourite flower for a while and finally take it. “Fine, I accept.”

Yoongi sighs dramatically. “Phew! I’d have busted out the box of chocolates if you didn’t but thank god you did.” He adjusts his seating and puts the car into gear, his face nonchalant.

You stare at him, open-mouthed. “I take it back! I don’t accept, I don’t!

He laughs, reaching behind into the back seat and pulling out a box of Godiva and you squeal with joy. You reach out to take it but he pulls it away. You pout but he leans his cheek over to you. “Payment first, please.”

You giggle, kissing him on the cheek with an exaggerated mwah. He hands over the chocolates and puts the car into drive. You spend the car ride home munching on the sweets, busy depositing them into your mouths and occasionally into Yoongi’s. You both don’t talk, enjoying this one happy moment; you staring out the window, Yoongi humming along to a few songs over the radio. You know that when you reach your apartment, the one you share with a friend from college, you’d both have to have a serious sit down, something you don’t look forward to.

You think back to the first time you saw him; freshman year of college and he was a senior from your music club that never seemed to notice you. He was always in the corner on the grand piano, playing something and writing down in a sheet note. He hardly ever joined any club activities, always left alone on the piano to play to his heart content. You had watched him with fascination, mesmerised by how deftly his fingers move over each key, as if he’s just gliding over them.

After weeks of staring, your friend encouraged you enough to go up to him and say something but once you stopped next to his seat, you froze, voice stuck in your throat. And just like that, you watched him get up and left, not even noticing your small figure standing there, mouth moving like a fish underwater. He didn’t even look back once. It was a few days later when you saw him with another girl, the girl that stayed in his life until today but back then the only explanation you could come up with is that she was the girlfriend, judging by how close they looked. When you gave up on him, you barely even noticed when the piano would play in the corner of the clubroom, a sad, melancholic sound that used to call to you now disappearing as background noise.

When he graduated that year, you went on to date other boys but none of those lasted more than a couple of years. It wasn’t until you finished school yourself and got a job at the small kindergarten in town that you finally ran into him again at a hardware store. Older and with more self-confidence now, you walked up to him and introduced yourself. You weren’t even surprised when he didn’t even recognise you, much less remember you from college but you were a little amazed when he asked you out for coffee. In hindsight, it was probably to make up for the lack of memory of your existence but you didn’t mind, the butterflies waking up from their long slumber.

When he asked you out to lunch on the weekend, you quickly agreed, followed by dinner on a weekday, scheduling to meet after work. You learnt then that he just started his own company with a friend, that he lives just on the other side of town, that he travels back home every other weekend to visit his parents, and, more importantly, that he’s single. On the fifth date, he invited you to a BBQ at his business partner’s house, which turns out to be the girl you saw him with years ago in college. He introduced her to you as his all-time best friend, his confidante, his partner in crime to which the girl had giggled cutely, swatting at his hand. Your stomach falls for a reason you couldn’t quite understand, given that nothing, in all the years, had happened between them, according to him. And yet, you had always been insecure of her. Even today.

The BBQ party had been a small one with about ten other people, one of them a very handsome-looking guy that looked as if he could be a movie star with his broad shoulders and airy laugh. Later that evening though, you watched Yoongi watch the host talking to this tall dude, her fiance, standing only inches apart as she laughed at what he said. Something flickered in his eyes but he had turned away and looked at you in a way he never did before.

Your relationship had been a slow one where he would sometimes hangout at your place but you were never invited over at his, not until he finally introduced you as his girlfriend six months later, around the same time his best friend’s wedding invite arrived, the card a posh one, your name as Yoongi’s, who is the maid of honour, plus one. Their friendship was that deep, you realised but when he was helping her with her wedding vows, you couldn’t help but be a bit jealous as he spends hours on the weekends with her.

“We’re here.”

You are transported back to the present as Yoongi removes his sunglasses and places them on the dashboard, his car parked in front of your apartment building. You both exit the car and go up to your unit, a little relieved to find that Meena hasn’t come home yet though it wouldn’t be too long now. You hang your coat up and dump your work bag by the door, taking off your shoes and padding down the hallway in your socks to the kitchen, Yoongi close behind. You open the freezer and look in. “What do you feel like for dinner?”

“What do you have?” Yoongi asks, standing behind you.

“Hm, some chickens, and fish?” You turn to look at him. “We’re out of beef, though.”

Yoongi rolls up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. “Want me to handle dinner?”

You stare at him, wondering what’s gotten into him today. Is he trying to make up for forgetting White Day today? The flowers and chocolates would’ve been enough but you don’t argue. Yoongi is a better cook than you, anyway, so you step aside and decide on making something to drink instead as he rummages through your fridge.

“You have rice, right?” he asks as he brings the chicken to the sink to thaw it out as you put the kettle on. You nod, pointing to the tub of rice in the corner. He gets to work by preparing the rice first and putting it into the cooker to do the rest, just in time for the kettle to pop and I make tea for myself and then iced coffee for him. He uses the rest of the hot water to help fasten thawing the chicken. He looks through the fridge again. “Do you want kimchi fried rice or just normal fried rice?”

“I’m fine with either one,” you tell him.

“Kimchi fried rice it is,” he says, taking out a tub of kimchi. “You need to do grocery shopping soon.”

You groan. “Don’t remind me, please.”

He chuckles. “Just get them delivered, lazypants.”

“Stop with your man logic, please,” you whine but take a mental note anyway that you could actually do that next time. He cooks dinner while you sit at the dining table doing some lesson plans for tomorrow. You both don’t talk, not much. When he finishes, you get up to set the table and see that he cooked enough for an extra person, including the rice. Meena will be glad to have dinner waiting for her when she gets back.

You both eat through small talks, asking mundane questions like how was work, what was for lunch at school today, did the problem at work get settled, did anything interesting happen with Minjun. After dinner, he helps you dry the dishes you wash, putting them aside just as Meena comes through the front door, exclaiming out loud about the delicious smell and clapping her hands in glee when you tell her that there’s food. She goes to take a shower and you move to the living room, sitting side by side on the small sofa.

He opens his arm in an invitation and you put your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I forgot about today.” You don’t reply.

As much as you want everything to just be normal again, you know that there’s more to that. It’s something that’s buried deep in the foundation of your relationship but you’re too scared to pay it much attention for fear that you’d lose the one person you’ve wanted for as long as you can remember. You appreciate his calm demeanour in contrast to your overthinking anxiety, love that he has this strong determination to do what he thinks needs to be done, ambitious in whatever he sets his mind to. But his composure sometimes can feel like indifference, his determination a stubbornness, his enthusiasm a sort of blind obsession. They grate you the wrong way when your personalities clash, making him more cold than loving, more distant.

You don’t look up when you speak. “Do you still want this?” When there’s no answer, you add, “Do you still want us, Yoongi?”

You feel him sigh against you. “I-”

His phone rings then and he looks at the screen, his brows furrowing. You catch the name flashing there and your heart does a little twist but you watch as he answers it. “Hey, what’s up?”

You can hear her voice through the phone but not quite what she’s saying. From her distraught tone, you can tell something is wrong and your assumption is proven when Yoongi’s face darkens and says, “I’m coming home now. I’ll be there in ten.”

Your heart immediately falls, untangling yourself from him and watching him get to his feet and following him to the hallway where he puts on his coat with his phone still to his ear. He’s still listening to her and then, as if he just noticed you’re there, he tells her, “We’ll talk more when I get there.” They say goodbye as Yoongi puts on his shoes.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with no concern in your voice, just annoyance.

“I’ll tell you later,” he says as he ties his laces.

“So you’re just going to fly off to her the moment she calls?”

He looks at you like you’re asking him if the sky is actually blue. “She needs me. I’ll call you later when things are more under control.”

“And what about me?”

He pauses at the door. “What do you mean?”

And as much as your chest hurts and your throat constricts, that is the moment you knew. You chuckle dryly, shaking your head and folding your arms together. “Nothing. Go.”

Yoongi gives you one long look, one foot hovering out the door, one hand on the door handle. You hope to see conflicting emotions there but there is nothing except sympathy and it’s the one thing you don’t want from him. “Go!”

He leaves and you lock the door behind him, leaning your back against it and, as the energy leaves you, you slide to the floor as you heart-wrenchingly sob. Meena, her hair up in a towel, hurries to the entrance and her eyebrows go up as her mouth falls open at the sight of you. She gathers you in her arms and guides you back to the living room.

“What happened?” she asks urgently, passing you a box of tissues that you ignore. “Where’s Yoongi?”

You cry even more at his name, your hand at your chest. Then you shake your head at her, blubbering through your tears. “He’s gone. He was never truly here to begin with.”

“What are you talking about?” she asks, confused, her eyes wide. “I saw him just now. What do-”

Then it hits her, the true meaning of your words. She doesn't say anything else anymore but pulls you into a tight hug, rubbing your back.

“Three years gone down the drain,” you stutter through your tears. “Three years, Meena. Why did it take me so long to finally come to terms with it? I wasted so long for a guy who used me as a replacement.” You continue to bawl and Meena continues to comfort you. She knows nothing she says now will make you feel any better so she lets you cry. She thinks to herself that later, when you’re calmer and would be more open to listen, she will explain to you all about sunk cost fallacy. But for now, for now she just holds you together as you break apart.

A few days later, on a Sunday, Yoongi is standing in front of your door. He doesn’t take off his shoes, doesn’t come past the doorway.

You watch from the entrance, your face puffy, dark circles around your eyes, arms around yourself as if you might fall to pieces if you don’t physically keep yourself together. His face is unreadable, hands in his pockets. “I’m going to be away for a few days, maybe weeks. Something’s come up.” He pauses and swallows some spit. He takes out something from his pocket. “You want this back, right?”

You look at the spare key of your apartment in his hand and then look away. “Just put them there, on the shoe rack.”

Yoongi sighs but obliges. He runs a hand through his hair. “Look, we should talk but-”

“There’s nothing to talk about anymore, Yoongi,” you say, your voice low. “You’ve made your choice.”

He looks pained. “I didn’t-”

“Just go,” you say, turning away. “Please.”

He does and you suck in a deep breath in an attempt to steady yourself as the door closes behind him. You leave the surrendered key and walk back inside to hole up in your room. To anyone who hears this story, the reason for the break up might sound so stupid and shallow. They’ll see that you broke up because he forgot White Day but it’s so much more than that. It’s the underlying fact that all this time you were never his first choice, that all this time he was with you because you had been the available option, the one that threw yourself at him. That, at the very base of your relationship, you had been somewhat competing with her, the best friend, for his attention.

And it’s tiring, frustrating to try and match up to someone he would always choose. You came second, and at first you thought things will change once he starts to love you more, love you deeper, but watching him run to her for the nth time, well, patience isn’t an infinite resource. It had to end. It was long overdue, in fact. But as you’re reduced into another bout of wailing mess, your heart longs for him, for once, to turn around and choose you.

Days turn to weeks, weeks into months and soon enough the seasons change.

It’s winter now, the last day of school before the holidays.

It’s past five o’clock and the only kid still here is Minjun, waiting quietly by the windows, a T-Rex in his hand as he looks out at the falling snow outside. The snow doesn’t stick, not yet anyway, melting away as soon it lands on a surface. You watch him from your desk, lost in thought, when the Principal knocks on your classroom door.

“Y/n, I just got a call from Minjun’s mother,” she says, looking at you over her glasses, “and she’s stuck at work and won’t be back till late. Her brother’s at home but they have some repairman in so he can’t leave the house until they’re done and they’re not sure when that’ll be. Do you think you can take him home?”

You get up and stretch. “Yeah, sure. I’ll drop him off. Is she fine if we take the train?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Ten minutes later, you’re walking out the kindergarten gate with Minjun holding tight to your hand, his little fingers wrapping around your index like it’s his lifeline. He seems fascinated by the snow, hardly using his umbrella. You don’t either, using the hood of your jacket for protection instead. It takes three stops before you arrive at the nearest station to Minjun’s house and right after you exit the station, he gets all excited, recognising this part of town.

He takes the lead, pulling at you to walk faster. It’s not long until you see his place, larger than the other surrounding houses. Minjun’s mother is a regular office worker, the father the school has no information on. Not even a mention of him so everyone just makes their own guesses as to Minjun’s home situation. But he seems normal and happy, like any other kid, so the absence of a father isn’t a big concern. But at the sight of the mansion, you can’t help but be a little more curious than necessary.

You ring the doorbell and wait. You bounce on the balls of your feet and watch as Minjun copies you, grinning up at you as he matches your movement. Then the door swings open wide and his uncle appears. “Minnieee!”

Minjun jumps straight into his arms, giggling as Taehyung easily lifts him up high into the air before bringing him down again in a huge arch. “Coats off, boots off,” he instructs in a playful voice. “The fire’s warm in the living room. Go, go, go!” He taps Minjun’s butts as the boy runs on inside, waving goodbye to me in a half-turn.

Taehyung finally turns to you, a huge smile on his face. “Thanks for taking him home.”

You shake your head. “No problem. He’s a good kid.”

He looks back inside to where Minjun disappeared to. “Yeah, he is. Sorry, I don’t think I’ve officially introduced myself.” He holds out a hand. “I’m Kim Taehyung, Minjun’s favourite uncle.”

You take his hand in yours, feeling how soft his skin is, unlike Yoongi’s callussed ones. You catch yourself, shaking the thought out of your head. “I’m y/n. Minjun’s homeroom teacher.”

“And his favourite, it seems.” He chuckles and his eyes twinkle. He’s looking straight into your eyes, a smile still playing on his lips. You realise your hand is still in his and quickly pull away. You hear some voices coming down the hallway and it takes Taehyung’s attention, too. Two men in dark blue overalls appear, talking between themselves about some pipings and stuff. They see Taehyung and loudly report on their job.

“I’ll take my leave now,” you say but Taehyung barely hears you as he’s preoccupied with the two men so you just shuffle backwards, wondering if he’ll remember you standing there. When it becomes clear that the repair work seems to be of higher importance, you turn around and leave for real, closing the small gate behind you. You catch Minjun’s small face in one of the windows and wave to him, his little arm moving side to side enthusiastically right back.

The train ride back to your station is a quiet one despite the train being packed. You have your earbuds in, head down as you scroll aimlessly through your social media. You’re so lost in thoughts that you missed your stop by two stations and when you hurriedly got off, your heart filled with dread as you realise this is the nearest station to Yoongi’s place. You purse your lips together to keep them from trembling as you check the next train’s schedule back.

You have to change platform so you’re walking back up into the station to cross to the other side. The station is pretty busy and you weave through the crowd, jumping out of the way when two middle schoolers run past you, bursting through the throngs of walkers like anomalies against the current. You make it safely to the other side and stand on the platform. The intercom announces that the next train bound for the opposite direction is arriving soon and for everyone to stand behind the yellow line. You look up at the little signboard above your head that counts down the minute until your train arrives: two minutes.

Across from you, on the platform that you were just on minutes ago, there’s a lot more people compared to this side. So when your eyes casually fall on the two figures standing on the platform you wonder what it was that had attracted you to look. Is it the way that he’s staring at you, too, from across the two tracks? Or because he’s wearing the coat you gifted him last winter, you recognising it from the dark green colour that you spent hours choosing? Is it the way his eyes widen, his stance frozen as he looks like he’s in between running over to you and remembering he can’t, not anymore?

Your eyes move over to the person standing next to him: her, with her hair falling down perfectly over her shoulders, eyes looking back at you apologetically, the small body that seemed to look fuller as you wander to her slightly protruding abdomen. It’s as if time is passing in slow motion as you take both of them in, standing there as if the universe decided to go against you one more time by showing you the one thing you didn’t want to see. And just like the universe is teasing you with this one hurtful thing, time resumes its normal pace and the train comes zooming into the platform, blocking your view of them.

Your heart beats fast, you shudder to breathe again, your chest feeling tight and your vision growing blurry with tears. You back away from the tracks, moving so far back people are moving out of your way in both surprise and disgust. The intercom blares again to inform that your train will be arriving shortly but you don’t hear it even when the music in your ears has stopped. You can’t breathe, your heart like a jackhammer against your ribcage. You need to get out of here. You need to leave. You need to go.

You run up the stairs, back the way you came from, your brain on semi-autopilot as you think about fresh air, fresh air, fresh air. You leave the platform.

You leave the platform so you never see how, when the train that came in earlier sped off, only one person never got on. You leave the platform just as your train comes in, just as Yoongi runs across the station to get to the other side, pushing through the people, not even bothered to pretend-apologise and arriving on the platform just in time before they close the door.

You leave the platform, escaping into the night outside, heaving with your hands against your knees as fresh air fills your lungs, just as Yoongi dashes into your train that was supposed to take you back home.

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a/n 2: check out the rest of the one shots to catch glimpses of this story, from a different angle ;)

#bts #bts suga #min yoongi #bts fanfic #bts suga x you #min yoongi x you #bts myg #bts scenarios #fanfic #fiction #bts one shot #bangtan #angst #bts angst

[ivybucky]

remember - b.b. x fem!reader

Request by @divergirl99 : Could I make a request a Bucky x reader....where maybe she is childhood best friends and goes to war with them and when she thinks the boys are gone she volunteers to help stark recreate the serum resulting in her being a super soldier who doesn’t age and after civil war Nat (who she is friends with) asked her for a place to hide and she see Bucky and Steve and really fluffy reunion and Bucky remember hers and tells him he loves her?? (Sorry it is really long) - divergirl99

a/n: i'm sorry this sucks??? i might try and redo this at a later time but this has been sitting in my requests for far too long.

author: abby<3

words: 1317

“Ma’am,” a security guard stepped in her path. “You can’t enter this facility without some kind of granted access.”

“I don’t care,” she snapped. “Stark’s gonna see me whether he wants to or not.”

“Let her in, Jimmy,” Howard Stark stood with his arms crossed across his chest. The security guard reluctantly backed away. “I was expecting this at some point.”

“Howard-”

“Y/N, I know, okay?” he sighed, shoulders dropping slightly. “Why don’t you come in, I’ve got some stuff I wanna show you.”

The entrance to the SSR facility was grand, but everything with Stark was. She felt her own urgency get muddled under the views of the labs they passed down the all.

“What’s going on here Howard- what do you have that I don’t know about?”

“We recreated it.”

“You what? Howard-”

“We were able to do it, finally, I think.”

“You think?”

“We haven’t tested it yet.”

“And what if this gets into the wrong hands? What if someone like Hydra? Steve wouldn’t have-”

“Y/N,” he sighed. “I miss him too. Why do you think I’m doing this? I know he’s still out there. But I can’t do this by myself.”

“You have at least 300 bodies in this facility.”

“You know what I mean.” Y/N looked around at the viles, the serum that covered the table slabs of the room. “I’m asking for your help.”

“Howard,” her arms tightened around her own waist. “I lost my best friend and the man I had fallen in love with in the same war. I don’t know if I have anything else to give to the cause. They were the ones who could have helped, I’m just an agent.”

“Erskine chose you too. How many women do you see fighting these wars? He knew what you were meant to do, just as Steve did, just as Bucky did. This is it, Y/N.”

She thought about Bucky, how he tried to be everything Steve was molded into. She thought about how he fell, without the chance to realize himself was plenty good enough. She thought about Steve, how the world would be blind to his deeds as he sat in the ice, not knowing what he did to keep the world that had treated him so cruelly safe.

“Fine,” her arms fell down to her sides, a decision already set on her face. “Rig me up, Stark. For them.”

“Who is this?” Y/N bit into the burner phone that never rang. “How did you get this number?”

“Well,” Nat’s voice sounded over the speaker, causing her mouth to tip up slightly. “After all this time, that’s how you greet an old friend?”

“Well, it has been ten years, Tash,” she sighed, untensing her shoulders. “I wasn’t sure you were still out there. Deep doesn’t have a whole lot of press coverage around here.”

“I’m still out here,” Natasha sighed, clearing her throat. “A lot of people, Y/N, are still out here.”

She paused, back straightening once more. “Natalia-”

“They’re both with me,” her voice was firm, and concerning. “And we need to lay low for a bit.”

“You’re already on your way, aren’t you?”

“What, no? You’re at an undisclosed location, how could I possibly-”

“How far out are you?”

“Two hours,” Nat laughed, but Y/N heard the sadness, the pain that lined her voice.

“I’ll see you soon,” She breathed out with an unsteadiness of the reunion to come. “Be safe. Do they know?”

“I’ll tell them before we get there.”

“Natasha,” Steve’s tired voice called out, as he rubbed a hand over his face. “You haven’t told us where we’re going yet.”

“That’s because I need to explain some things,” her gaze dropped to Bucky, who looked like he was still reeling. “To both of you.”

Steve chuckled darkly, “More secrets?”

“I need you to understand that until now, if you had known, the mission, the undercover, all of it would have been compromised, and she could have been killed.”

“She?” Bucky spoke, for the first time since he boarded the jet. Steve stood up, his memory serving him well.

“Natasha-”

“After Steve went into the ice, Howard Stark didn’t stop,” she began, sitting down and looking at her hands. “There were attempts, too many, from all around to recreate what Erskine had used for Steve. But he knows he wasn’t supposed to be the only one.”

Steve’s chest rose quickly as he sucked in a breath. Bucky stood up, his own breath leaving his body. “Steve-”

“Stark was able to recreate it. But he quickly destroyed the serum after he used it on one test patient, and realized once again what the wrong hands would do with it.”

The quinjet landed, the ramp lowering onto the field they were located in.

“Are you telling me that-”

“Y/N’s alive.” Natasha stood up and walked down the ramp. She turned back around at the super soldiers. “And she’s got the serum.”

Once the ramp met the ground, Bucky took off in a sprint. He ignored the calls of his name, the one he had to learn again, behind him. The wooden steps that lead to the front door creaked under his heavy frame. Consciously, he banged on the door with his flesh hand.

“Okay Nat, jeez-” The door swung open, and Y/N stood there, unchanged, unaged, just as she had the day on the train.

She tried to ignore the moisture building up in her eyes as she saw the man she had loved from afar, with grief, for nearly a hundred years. “James-”

His hands shook as he reached out to caress her cheek, to solidify the image before him. Her hands wrapped around his wrist, pressing her face into his hand. In a second, her body was pressed against his. Bucky buried his face into her neck, clenching his eyes shut in fear that she would disappear once he opened them. He felt her sigh beneath him, hand sweeping up his back. She mumbled against his chest, watery and shaky, “I wasn’t sure you would remember me.”

“Remember you?” He pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Y/N, you’re the reason I’m not completely gone, doll. I don’t remember everything,” he sighed, cupping her face again. “But I remember you, and I remember how much I love you.”

Y/N gave a watery smile, pressing her lips into the palm of his hand. “I love you, too, James. I always have, and always will.”

His lips against hers were firm, finding purchase in a place he thought he would never find, in a home he thought he would never return to. Her hands wrapped around his neck, something she hadn’t done in this way before but something she knew she was meant to do. She breathed him in, as if he was her only air supply. He smiled into the kiss, something he wasn’t even sure he knew how to do anymore. They broke apart for breath, and to wipe the tears that were flowing away.

“Are you gonna hog her this whole time, Buck,” Steve laughed from behind as he walked up the stairs. “Or do I get to hug my best friend too?”

“Steve!” She launched herself into the arms of her friend, her brother, who she wanted to do everything for. He squeezed her and spun her around as she laughed. She was set down, and immediately went back to Bucky’s side. “Come on inside, we’ve been standing out here too long.”

She smiled at Nat as she followed Steve inside. Bucky pulled Y/N back into another hug, squeezing her with a lightness he couldn’t remember feeling before. And while he regretted a lot of what he had done in his past, he was sure nothing else could have led to having her in his arms again.

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WayV Reactions: you get mad at them over something trivial

Pairing(s): WayV x mostly gn!reader (I think Kun's is the only one with a written female reader. The others should be gender neutral).

Genre: angst, fluff (happy ending)

Warnings: couples arguments, yelling, angry reader

Word Count: 3k

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request!!! I had so much fun writing this, although I will admit I had to look up "trivial things to fight about" so nothing would be repeated lol! I have no idea why most of these take place in the kitchen lol, it just seems like a place of arguments. I hope this is what you wanted!! I hope you enjoy!! 💕💕

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Kun:

Originally posted here

"How about Dandelion?" Kun asked from his spot on the couch, absentmindedly flicking through the large book of names clasped in his fingers.

An audible gasp left your lips. You turned, wide eyes to stare at him, completely flabbergasted.

"You want to name our daughter WHAT?" you snapped.

Dandelion? Of all the names in the big book, he had to choose the name of a damned weed!

Kun shut the book and turned to stare at you with an eyebrow raised, not expecting your tone to be as harsh as it was.

With you expecting a baby girl in a few months, you and your husband had set to attempting to pick out a name, which proved to be a little more difficult than you had anticipated. You just couldn't seem to agree on a name, which, until now, had been fine. You were both generally easy going people who hardly ever fought, so as your face flushed with anger, Kun was at a loss.

"I just thought it'd be cute," Kun defended, voice gentle.

You could tell he was trying not to anger you further, but you balled your hands into angry fists.

"Well why don't we just call her a useless weed and be done with it! See how that affects her mental health!" you yelled.

You didn't know why you were so angry, or why you were taking that anger out on your sweet husband who had done nothing but take care of you throughout your pregnancy.

You blamed your hormones.

"Babe, please calm down."

Kun's voice was gentle and soft as he reached out for you, and although you were still seething with anger, the second his arms wrapped around your middle, you could feel it dissipating, leaving you to apologize.

"Kun, I'm sorry for-"

"Shh, there's no need my love," he whispered.

How did you ever get so lucky.

Ten:

Originally posted here

Ten hardly ever got a day off. With WayV and the occasional comeback with NCTU, plus all the variety shows and vlives the boys did, you hardly got to spend time with him, but you knew what you'd gotten yourself into when you'd started dating. You knew nights together were going to be few and far between, so when he'd asked you over to the dorm one afternoon, you'd jumped at the chance, eager to see your boyfriend after so long. However, if you'd known what it would be like, you would have stayed home.

Ten's phone chimed again, not long after he'd placed it down in favor of wrapping his arm around you while the movie played on the tv. His phone had been going off every few minutes, and despite your sliding closer or attempting to distract him, he couldn't seem to stop from responding, spurring on the messages further.

You didn't question whether he was texting some tramp. You knew he'd never do that to you, plus, he was constantly showing you some funny photo or meme that Johnny had sent, making you chuckle, although you couldn't help but to resent Ten's tall friend for distracting your boyfriend.

Finally, as he removed his arm to grab his phone and text Johnny back, you snapped.

"Can you put the damn phone away! If I would have known you'd do nothing but text, I wouldn't have come!"

Ten paused mid text before dropping his phone on the couch.

"He's my best friend, (y/n)! I'm not just going to ghost him!"

You huffed.

"I'm not asking you to ghost him! I'm asking you to spend time with me without the phone!" you hissed.

Ten sighed and picked his phone back up. With a grumble, you got off the couch, preparing to go home, not wanting to watch a movie with your boyfriend if your boyfriend didn't want to be there with you. However, as you moved to grab your coat, he tackled you onto the couch, caging you in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I promise, for the rest of the day, it's just you and me. No more texting."

You looked at him skeptically, but as he held off his phone, switched off, you sighed and wrapped your arms around him.

"I missed you," you mumbled.

"I missed you too," he replied, kissing the top of your head.

WinWin:

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You had never been the kind of person to rely on anyone. You liked doing things on your own, relying on no one, and thus, many of your friends labeled you "stuck in your ways" because, despite having a boyfriend who'd bend over backwards for you, you couldn't bare to let him do anything for you.

This had spurred on quite a few minor arguments, especially when said boyfriend was the worlds sweetest guy who just wanted you to rely on him for more than a warm chest to snuggle against.

"Why won't you let me help you?" he'd asked several times.

Your answer was always the same.

"Because I can do it on my own."

You never meant to make him feel dejected, but as you opened the kitchen cabinet to grab out your favorite coffee mug, you found that maybe, your boyfriend had a little more of a mean streak than you gave him credit for, and this morning, without your daily caffeine, it really pissed you off.

"Dong Sicheng!" you yelled, anger filling your veins.

Apparently, at some time during the night, your boyfriend had snuck out of bed and rearranged your cabinets, moving everything up one shelf higher, so now, instead of the highest self being the only vacant place, now the bottom shelf was vacant. You were decently tall, but you couldn't reach the highest shelf. You doubted anyone who wasn't 6 foot tall could reach, and of course, on the highest shelf, was all of your coffee mugs.

"Yes?" Sicheng asked from behind you.

You spun around in a whirl, his shirt, that fit you more like a dress, flowing out at the sudden movement.

"What the fuck did you do! Everything was perfect! I could reach everything! Why the hell did you move it!" you snapped.

You glared at him as he tried to hide a small smirk, leaning closer to the counter as he reached up, grabbing your favorite coffee mug, and placing it on the counter for you.

This only pissed you off more.

"What the fuck Sicheng!"

"You never let me do anything for you! The power goes out, you fix the fuse box. Your car breaks down, you take it to the shop. You want coffee, you grab the mug out of the cabinet. You don't let me do anything for you!"

You could see his point, you honestly could, and maybe that's why your fury died down a little.

"Sicheng, I'm independent. I don't need you to do anything for me. I can do it on my own."

"That's what you always say! But I'm your boyfriend! I want to do stuff for you!"

With a sigh, you shook your head. Maybe he was right. Relationships were about give and take, push and pull. He let you help him with things and you hadn't returned the favor. Maybe it was time to bend.

"Fine. Keep the mugs up there, but damnit Sicheng, when I call for you to get me a mug, you better come running."

With a smile, he leaned close to press a kiss to your lips.

"Promise. "

Lucas:

Originally posted here

Having a live in boyfriend was fun, nothing you'd ever experienced before. Suddenly, you had someone to share your bed with, someone to cook for, someone to open pickle jars when you couldn't.

However, it also meant extra time cleaning. Especially when your boyfriend apparently didn't know the use of a welcome mat. Plus, he wasn't the cleanest person in the world, and that fact became evident as you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and found two bottle caps and a candy wrapper sitting on the counter, forgotten.

"Seriously Yukhei," you muttered under your breath.

You threw the trash in the bin and opened the refrigerator, hoping for a nice glass of milk before bed. Your eyes landed on the milk carton. Happily, you lifted the carton out of the fridge only to realize that it was empty. You certainly hadn't been the one to place an empty milk carton back in the fride.

"Yuhkei!" You yelled to your boyfriend who was already cuddled up in bed.

You waited for him to make his way into the kitchen, but the longer you waited, the angrier you got.

When he did finally walk inside, he was met with your fixed glare.

"What'd I do?"

"First, you leave your trash on the counter, then you put an empty carton back in the fridge! Do you NOT know where the damn trash can is?!"

Yukhei raised his hands in defense.

"I forgot!" he whined.

You groaned. You'd definitely heard that one before.

"You always forget Yukhei! How hard is it to put your trash where it belongs!" you whine, glare still fixed on him.

"And... just so we're clear... an empty milk carton doesn't go back in the fridge?" he asked.

You threw the milk carton at his head, although you weren't planning on hitting him. As he ducked, the carton hit the floor. He was trying to be funny, and you hated to admit that it was working as a smile cracked across your lips.

"There it is! There's that beautiful smile I love!" he cooed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shut up Yukhei!" you grumbled, pushing against his chest lightly.

He wasn't having it. He pulled you closer and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"I promise I'll start putting my trash in the bin," he whispered.

You knew it was an empty promise. Tomorrow morning, you'd wake up to more bottle caps and candy wrappers on the counters. Yukhei could be infuriating. But you loved him despite his lack of cleanliness.

Xiaojun:

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(This image has nothing to do with the reaction, I just had to include it lol)

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

That was the sound you'd been hearing every ten minutes for the past hour as your husbands hand slammed into the alarm clock for the sixth time. You grumbled and rolled over, once again awoken by his horrible habits.

This wasn't unusual. Dejun tended to set 15 alarms before he'd finally get out of bed and start his day, which, by that point, was usually when your own alarm clock would start going off and you'd wake up groggy and cranky, having just lost an hour and a half of peaceful sleep because your husband coudn't seem to get his ass out of bed in the morning.

"Why do you need so many fucking alarms! It's fucking stupid! Just set it for the time you actually need to be up!" you growled, not opening your eyes as you buried your face in the pillow, hoping to get back to sleep.

"I can't wake up that fast," came his mumbled response.

You huffed. It was always the same answer, but it never made much sense to you. Why couldn't he just get out of bed like a normal fucking person.

Alas, you didn't respond as sleep once again tugged at your consciousness, lulling you back to sleep beneath the warm blankets before-

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"GET THE FUCK UP!!"

"Five more minutes," he grumbled.

Five more minutes and you'd have to hear the infuriating sound of that damned alarm clock?! Fuck that.

You had had enough. Your sleep was important to you and being woken up two thousand times with a damn alarm clock before your husband finally dragged his tired ass out of bed was not helping your sleep in any way.

In a fit of anger and irritation, you pressed a sock covered foot against the middle of Dejun's back and pushed, affectively kicking his body out of bed, his body hitting the cold ground with a thump before he knew what happened.

"Hey! What was that for!" he snapped.

"Your up now," you grumbled, rolling back over and pulling the blankets over your head.

You could hear him grumbling something along the lines of "why do I love your psychotic ass" before the shower turned on.

Hendery:

Originally posted here

You let out a groan as the title of another horror movie appeared on the television screen as you cuddled next to your boyfriend. You hated horror movies, a fact he knew well. The ones that didn't make you have nightmares were generally so silly and irritating you'd spend the entire moving staring at the time. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, absolutely loved horror films, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when you sat down for your weekly movie night at his place and found a horror movie coming on, which wouldn't have been an issue if you hadn't watched horror movies the last five weeks in a row.

"Can't we watch something else," you complained.

"It's just one move (y/n), you'll be ok."

You groaned. He never listened, too enthralled in his own excitement for the movie.

You didn't have a problem with the fact that he liked this genre, but he could just as easily watch it with Ten or YangYang, or, if he really wanted to torture his leader, Kun. You, on the other hand, somehow always seemed to get stuck watching them.

"We've watched these five weeks in a row," you whined.

"Shh."

That was the last straw. He wasn't even willing to listen to you!

With a huff, you got off the couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switching off the movie and turning to glare at him.

"You know I don't like horror! Yet for the past several weeks we've done nothing but watch it! When are we going to watch something I want to watch?!" you snapped, hands balling into fists.

You could tell Kunhang was taken aback back your outburst as he floundered to find a response. You expected him to bite back, adding fuel to your fire by saying something along the lines of 'I work so much! Why can't we watch what I want!' But to your great surprise, his face just dropped.

"I like the way you hold onto me," he said softly.

You squinted.

"Huh?"

He sighed and sat up straighter, putting the bowl of popcorn on the table.

"You always cling to me when a part scares you. Sometimes you even jump into my lap and I like that. I like protecting you..."

As his voice trailed off, you sighed, anger evaporating. You sat down on the couch next to him and took his hand.

"I don't mind that sometimes, but not all the time," you said. "Besides, wouldn't you rather make out while watching a romance movie?" you smirked.

He paused at the suggestion, seeming to weigh his options in his mind before flicking the television back on and searching up the sappiest romance movie he could find.

With a grin, you sat back on the couch and discreetly coated your lips in cherry chapstick while he found a movie.

YangYang:

Originally posted here

Your feet and back ached as you walked through the door to your apartment after an exceptionally long shift at the diner you worked at part time. All you wanted to do was crawl into bed with your loving boyfriend and go to sleep in his arms. However, as you laid eyes on Jeno and Jaemin sitting beside YangYang with some game loudly playing from the tv, you couldn't help but groan.

"I'm home," you called tiredly, biting back the urge to grumble about games as you made your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and maybe a sugary snack.

As soon as you flicked on the light, you couldn't fight the irritation as your eyes met three empty pizza boxes stacked carelessly on the stove and a mountain of plates, cups, and bowls you'd begged YangYang to take care of that morning.

"YangYang!" you snapped, teeth gritting as you found the trashcan, also filled to the brim, waiting to be taken out.

You heard mumbling from the living room followed by an absence of firing guns, meaning they'd paused the game. YangYang walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised as if he had no idea why you'd called for him.

"What the fuck Yang! I ask you to do the dishes, they're not done! Taking the trash out is your job anyway and it's piled sky high! And those fucking pizza boxes don't belong on the damn stove! What did you do today?! Sit on your ass while I was slaving away!" you yelled.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have picked a fight with YangYang's buddies in the next room, but your tired brain could take no more.

"I had to practice and they just got here an hour ago! Don't go snapping at me when you just as easily could do the dishes now!" he snapped back.

"Why should I have to! I've been working all day! You could have done the dishes before they got here! Hell, I wish you would have!"

"Excuse me for not being a clean freak!"

You blew out a huff of air and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Whatever, just go play your damn game."

You turned away from him and moved to the sink, starting the water and pouring in a good squirt of dish soap before grabbing a sponge and getting ready to wash the dishes before a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, a face nuzzling into your neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't do the dishes baby," YangYang whispered softly.

You didn't respond as he pulled the sponge out of your hand.

"Go to bed. I'll do the dishes and then come join you," he whispered.

It was a fast change of heart, but one you were thankful for. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before making your way toward your shared room, not missing the way Jeno and Jaemin bolted from the apartment before YangYang roped them into helping.

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