#bring back easy math im so ass at this

[sunshineman2-0]

Art Teacher!Reader x Math Teacher!Sanemi Shinazugawa x Science Teacher!Kyojuro Rengoku

Reader is black female

Modern A.U.

Tw: Kyojuro is kinda a creep here. Also Sanemi gets a little possessive. Both they ass are asses. Mentions of stalking. Your landlord putting someone in their place. Shinjuro being an idiot. He's not homophobic, just an ass. (Bare with him)

I dont condone any of the actions depicted. This is only for entertainment purposes only. This is your warning. Do not read if these subjects make you uncomfortable. And ffs do NOT make comments about how this isn't something you like to read. It happened on one of my other blogs and it killed the vibes I had to write. I WILL DELETE THIS BLOG IF I SEE IT.

You have been warned

Chapter 6: Whipping Pot

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Kyojuro sat next to you. Interested in your "play-date" with Shinazugawa and his dog. The younger brother was there, but Kyojuro assumed he was there only because Sanemi didn't have the courage to meet you alone. The older flame haired brother never had a problem with women. Usually because of Tengen, they would flock to him.... But Kyojuro never paid them any mind...

You were different. You never begged for his attention, nor did you chase him. He had been chased for... He stopped keeping count honestly. And when Tengen couldn't get a bite for Kyojuro, the music teacher gave up and shifted his attention to Sanemi.

But back to you. Your two toned lips, soft and plump. He always daydreamed about how'd they feel against his own... And he remembered the night at the club. He just only acted like he didn't. But the way you felt against him felt right. Your thighs so plush and soft. No other woman had felt right against him. Not when they held on to him, he pushed them away. They pressed against him while dancing, he would dissappear in the crowd.

He watched as you smiled about his competition. You were beaming, mostly rambling about the man's dog, Winter. Happy to know about Sanemi's situation with his PTSD. Kyojuro had to fight to roll his eyes as you started to talk about the other man.

"And then I went home! Well not fully home."

Kyojuro perked up at this. Alarmed at the fact that you didn't go home.

"My neighbors invited me to eat with them."

"Ah, your landlords?"

He asked stuff like that to show you he's paying attention. In reality, Kyojuro had followed you to the park. And them back to your apartment complex. Oh, it was easy to find out where you lived. The office women really liked him. Kyojuro could ask them anything and they'd tell him. Yes. He did break into your apartment, on the days he could manage to get away from home. Maybe you thought some of your clothes went missing?

You nodded at his question. Then you looked at your plate. It was empty,

"They're always letting me eat with them."

Kyojuro saw you eyeing his dessert, and slid half of it on to your plate. When your eyes lit up, he smiled. Allowing you to eat and clear your mouth. Then you looked at Kyojuro, your honey eyes shining at him.

"So what'd you want to do today? Or did you have any other plans?"

You had been out trying to do some grocery shopping, and he had "bumped into you". And insisted on treating you to lunch. He looked up and thought for a second.

"Not really. I can join you on-"

His phone began to ring, and he looked at the call. His father, Shinjuro's name popped up and he frowned. He looked at you apologeticly, and answered the call.

"Yes, Father?"

"Just say "dad" damn it." His father fussed, but continued, "pick me up some stuff. I need-"

Kyojuro cut his father short and smiled at you,

"Im on a date. I'll bring your things to you, when I've finished here, alright?"

He was going to get an earful and probaly a smack to the head, but you were the most important thing right now. After putting his phone back in his pocket, he stood up.

"If you'd like we can take a walk. Or-"

You smiled standing up with him.

"Maybe you should get home? I don't want to keep you all day."

Kyojuro frowned for a moment but then he smiled,

"Why don't you just come with me? Senjuro would be happy to see you. And you could meet my father."

He'd make the old man behave if he needed to. Kyojuro respected his father, but if the man started to make you uncomfortable or did any thing that was less than a gentleman... Well punishment would be handed out accordingly. Giving him a smile you nodded and linked your arm with his own. Kyojuro tensed for a moment, it wasn't out of surprise. He was trying to restrain the psychotic part of him that wanted to make you his right in that moment. When you felt him tense, you started to back away. He forced himself to relax, and gently pulled you back to his side.

"Forgive me. You just surprised me a bit."

You smiled at his explanation, and giggled, letting him lead you to his home.

💜💜💜💜

Standing at the door way, Kyojuro opened the entrance and let you walk through first. You both were holding groceries, and Kyojuro announced that he was home. Being sure to say that you were accompanying him. Senjuro rushed into the hallway, excited to see you and gently took the bags you had in your arms.

"Miss (L/N)!! Are you staying for dinner? If so, I've got something special to fix for us!"

You nodded at him and slid your shoes off, setting them next to Kyo's. Shinjuro made his way to the hallway.

"This is her?"

Kyojuro's face twisted in to a snarl, just for a moment, directed at his father. A silent warning to keep his mouth shut. You blinked at Shinjuro, unsure of what to say...

"I've told Father about you. Being new and all to the school. He likes to hear about my day, sometimes."

You nodded, a bit unsure. Kyojuro had never acted like this... You'd only seen it in small intervals... And it was usually over you... You just figured that it was because he was your friend and it just came with being around him...

"Ok. Calm your shit."

Shinjuro waved you both into the house more. And you followed a bit eager to see where Senjuro scurried off too. You heard him buzzing around the kitchen. He had music going, while he cooked, Senjuro was doing a little dance. You smiled, as he seemed to be in his element. Plus it was cute. Shinjuro just stared at his youngest son.

"Boy may have some sugar in his tank..."

He gave you a look and then raised his eyebrow.

"I dont think so. He's just happy to be cooking."

Shinjuro nodded, and smiled a bit. Then kept walking. Instead of following you walked into the kitchen and sat at the island. Kyojuro joined you and nudged you with his elbow.

"SEN!"

At his brothers bark, Senjuro threw the large spoon he had at Kyojuro.

"Dont do that! You know I'm easily spooked!"

Kyojuro caught said spoon and gave it a lick,

"The curry is coming along great! And I have to be sure your aware of your surroundings even at home."

He nodded, satisfied with his own answer, only to get a pinch in the ribs from you,

"Hey! Ow!"

"Thats not nice! Sen should feel comfortable in his own home!"

Senjuro, snatched the spoon from his brother and gave Kyojuro a light smack. Then turned to clean the spoon and retrieve a new one from the drawer. He quickly stirred the curry. You took a seat at the counter, and watched the teen cook. You admired Senjuro, he took up a lot of the house work while Kyojuro and Shinjuro worked. For a moment, you wondered what it would be like to be apart of the house hold here...

But you were snapped out by Kyojuro waving his hand in your face.

"(Y/N). Are you ok? You seemed abit out of it..."

His big eyes looking at you gently. You nodded and smiled at the man.

"Yeah! Just entranced by that delicious smelling curry!"

Senjuro smiled bashfully,

"Thank you... its just seafood curry..."

You nodded at him. Eager to eat. Shinjuro walked back into the room and sat on the other side of you. Looking you on the face.

"So. You datin my eldest?"

You snapped your gaze to him, speechless at the fact that Kyojuro's father would even ask that!

"N-no! We're jus-"

"Father. (Y/N) and I are just co-workers."

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Kyojuro's face darkened, and he glared at his father. A sign for the other man to shut up.

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After dinner, Kyojuro walked you home. You thanked him profusely and he waved it off. Telling you it was fine. Once you scampered off, Kyojuro turned to leave but was stopped by Benimaru, one of your landlords. The elder man frowned at Kyojuro.

"You're the second man to walk (Y/N) home. What the hell do you want with her?"

Kyojuro stopped in his tracks and tilted his head to the side.

"Im just-"

"There are cameras all around here boy. I've seen you break into her apartment. The only reason why I haven't called the police is because I know (Y/N) would be a bit upset."

Shit... Kyojuro had slipped up in his eagerness to be closer to you... He put his hands up.

"I only broke in to return her things. She had left them at the school."

Kyojuro was trying to lie... But he could tell Benimaru wasn't taking any of it.

"Stay your ass out of her damn apartment. Or you'll deal with me."

The elder walked back into his apartment. Leaving Kyojuro to glare after him... He'd have to be more careful...

Uh... so it's been a while... I just lost the motivation to write. But this mf will get finished! And there will be two endings. One for Nemi and the other for Kyo. Thanks for reading. And any feed back is welcome.

#sanemi x black reader #kny fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #kny x black reader #kyojuro x black reader #tw: mentions of stalking

[vthetease]

One that was a beautiful poem, and two sorry for your loss

Thank you! I'll take a moment to talk about a topic I'm super passionate about which is suicide prevention and mental health awareness so this is warning it's gonna get really sad

This song always makes me think of his as he was such a gifted piano player and so graceful like the song but the dissonance slowly breaks your heart

Luke was one of the most most gentle, considerate, and talented individuals I've ever had the pleasure of sharing space with. He was brilliantly smart and played piano, cello, keyboard, and clarinet. We talked often in our classes together and back stages making jokes when waited for shows to start, and bring raised religiously, he had lots of questions about the real world and my exposure to it.

Our sophomore year, on a vacation to Nashville, Luke was harassed by several boys our year for taking photos at the pool. While I don't condone taking photographs of unaware people, it should be known that same year our varsity quarterback was expelled for actually taking pictures up a teachers skirt, so when they took video cornering him in the hotel until he admitted he was gay...

He struggled with his sexuality and depression for so long, and I was just a teenage girl myself. It wasnt always easy being Luke's friend. I had my own shit to sort, and Luke sometimes felt like the little brother nagging you to be better. The day he asked me to smoke weed for the first time sent a chill down my spine. He was hurting so bad, he'd given up on his ethics and moral code to soothe the pain.

I've seen many reactions to getting stoned, but I was so hurt when he was angry with me.

" give me that shit. stupid ass drugs "

In my anger I hadn't realized how scared he must have been

I took him home to sleep it off

And he started to get much more distant, but still around like a shell of his old, bubbly self

His first attempt was in the garage; he left the car on with the garage door closed.

His little sister found him, pulled him out and called his parents

She just graduated holding his picture

His second attempt, he did at school; he took half a bottle of caffeine medication, and collapsed. He was ambulanced to the hospital and there for three weeks for treatment. Medications and therapy and isolation

When he came back, so behind on class, and unfamiliar with his pieces for band, he looked me in the eyes and said,

" i go to where I want to die and look sometimes. If I try again... I'm going to succeed."

I have never hated someone so much as that moment. To put that on my shoulders when I can barely spend a night sober. I don't want you around me so I can influence you, and now Im responsible for keeping you alive

I went to an adult at the school, one of the only ones who truly knew what was going on, and she told me,

" you hit rock bottom and came back up. Sometimes you just have to let them ride it out. "

This is the same the woman who I told I was being abused and replied, " no you and him don't have the healthiest relationship but it could be worse!!"

On Monday, November 17th, 2019, he sat down at his table of 4.0 math whizzes and said,

" what would happen if you jumped off a bridge?"

And unbeknownst to those poor boys, with their textbooks and brains, they would go through gravity and angle prospects with a boy who would jump from an interstate overpass less than a mile away in less than 12 hours.

Our last interaction, in 7th period, study hall, that day, he asked me to borrow my computer charger, and instead of coming to sit next to me, he took it back to his seat. He brought it back at the end and he stared blankly at the wall before final bell.

I bump his shoulder and ask if he's good

Luke's last words are ones I cant say alone to this day

"it's just one of those days, I guess."

He didn't not leave a note, or a text

He did not say goodbye to me

He is buried in a graveyard less than 1000 meters from my mother's house

This song is the only real memory of the time I have after; its the only thing that helped my out of body feeling

I have never been the same without him, and will always wonder if I could have done more.

I miss him and go sit with him and talk with him alot.

It was painful to write this. I am crying. But you should be too. Everyone should. Luke deserved better and my community failed him.

I would do anything in my power to ensure no one else has to experience this pain. Because it hurts today just as awful as it did years ago.

Please, if you are struggling. Think about your loved ones and those who love them. Your pain will not disappear. It will transfer to everyone around you.

I genuinely would rather hear you rant, cry or scream than hear your obituary

You are so loved, and thank you for your love as well 💕 treat eachother gently

#suicideprevention #depression #anxiety #mental illness #mental health #mental health awareness #suicide awareness #bullying #awareness #sad #writing #real life #trigger #non tickles #tickling #tease

[tobi-momo]

Them Congratulating You On Getting Your Grades Up

PAIRINGS: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader | Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader | Tsukishima Kei x Reader | Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

GENRE: fluff, crack (?), comfort (?)

WARNINGS: none :p

A/N: ok so I meant to write this a long time ago but...it obvs didn't happen ig- this is so self indulgent im- I wrote this bc i recently got most of my grades up from F's to B's and I'm proud so I want to show you guys how they would be proud of you too!!!

the moment you show him your new grades he's pulling you tight into his embrace

He had been helping you with your assignments for months now, staying up late with you on either video call or he was physically with you, comforting you when the stress was too much

But now all that work has paid off and your grade has finally got up, he couldn't be happier for you

His hands hold you firmly against him as you squeal into his shoulder, chuckles of his own seeping from his mouth

“I Did it. Finally,” you breathe out, like a 300 pound weight was lifted off your shoulders

“You did, Baby, and I’m so proud of you.”

You could cry, right now, honestly

You can bet your ASS hes buying you dinner- whatever you want bc its YOUR day

Hes gonna treat you like absolute ROYALTY (more than he already does, obvs)

A calming night with movies and cuddling would suffice too, he thought, bringing a soft, fleece blanket to your figure before letting you make yourself comfortable on his body, laying on the couch

You deserved this, after all your hard work :)

When you told him your grade went up, he just chuckles lightly before waking over with ease, patting you on the head a couple times before sincerely saying, “That’s amazing, Y/n, good job,” with a smile

He hadn’t helped you as much as he’d liked too, but he could see how hard you were working for this.

You had missed multiple calls and texts from him because you were studying, you arrive to school with dark circles under your eyes because of how late you stayed up for this-

You worked so damn hard for this, and you're finally getting what you wanted. He couldn't be prouder

His eyes widen as you topple him onto his bed, yet he wasnt surprised when his arms automatically wrapped around your figure to keep you on top of him, his large hands dragging you up to chest as you lay your head down near his shoulder, his fingers finding a strand of hair to play with while you sigh with content

He missed this

“Thank you, Haji.”

“For?”

“Waiting for me.”

“Of course. I’ll always be there.”

This. mf.

So fucking rude istg AND FOR WHAT

You excitingly told him ab your grades going up, yet he brushes it off

“Just now? Those assignments were easy,” he states

You were kinda pissed. Who was he to treat you like that? After you worked so hard?

But you were also kinda sad. Your boyfriend didn’t recognize how many hours you wasted doing work instead of texting him, how many sleepless nights you had simply doing late math work. He dismissed you like it was nothing

So, you turn around, not saying a word as you walk away

“Hey- wait,” he sighs, his fingers going to push his glasses back. “Good job. I guess.”

Your heels spin you around as your eyebrows perk up in confusion. You couldnt help the smile that painted your face, tho

“Wait, really?” you say with excitement

“Yeah, whatever, just,” he sighs again, turning around without warning before he says, “come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“What’s your favorite candy?”

“Baby! Guess what!”

“What, Kou?”

“I got my grades up!”

Yeahp. Him too. Honestly, this made you feel better, because you two had studied together (a tragic thing, really. You two barely processed a word that the textbooks emitted into your brains. Or maybe they didn't emit at all…)

“So did I!”

“Wait, actually?!”

“Yeah!”

You guys are yelling in keysmashes, piling on each other as you laugh and congratulate each other for your hard work

“I’m so proud of you, Baby!!!” He peppers kisses all over your face and body as you two lay on the floor together

“You too, Darling! Our hard work paid off, huh?”

“Sure did! Now I can be the best volleyball player and the best student,” he shouts with pride

Your loud giggles was your only reply, as your head turns and nuzzles into his side while his hands fixate on your back and your waist, his lips pressing soft butterfly kisses to teh crown of your head

heaven

update💀my grades went back down while i was writing this- hm- gonna go study after this ig

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[nakedmossy]

Golden Hour ☼

A Triple Frontier Story - Part 1/?

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Molly [reader] has been living on the beaches of Mexico for the last 3 years since being honourably discharged from the army and leaving her fiance back in Texas. Riddled with PTSD, she went on a bender, ending up in a small coastal farming town in the Yucatan. Forced into early retirement despite being the best sniper in her company and all the trauma that came with that responsibility, she has worked hard to obtain peace in her new life. She was closer than ever to fully achieving it, that is, until her ex-crew member and lifelong friend, Will Miller, showed up with a proposition to bring her out of retirement for one last job with the boys. -----------------------------

The sun was hovering around the horizon, beating down on the beach as the water lapped the shore. You rolled the dirty cup around in the dishwater absentmindedly, scrubbing the dried coffee off the sides, letting your hands soak. It had been an easy day, a 5am rise for a morning surf, a bike ride to the market to pick up some fruit, and a mid day Dive to a wreck site with some tourists. All-in you had pocketed around $50, including tips, and a complimentary phone number from the bachelor who had tried to frisk you while you filled the tanks on the dock. It would get you enough food to last through to the weekend, and if it didn't, well, you could always call the bachelor tourist for dinner.

You were caught up in a daydream when you heard something rolling in through the bush, the sounds of the studded tires reverberating off of the rock and palm trees, the sand and jungle brush cracking and moving, the dull hum of the engine. You tipped your head closer to the window over the sink to see a slick black motorbike come to a stop near your hitch, a large muscular figure hooking his helmet on the handlebar before jumping off and walking towards your trailer door. Your hand hovered over the sidearm you kept loaded on your kitchen counter.

“Hey Sweet Cheeks” The voice shouted, the silhouette keeping its arms and hands visible.

Your stomach dropped. No way. The voice belonged to the boy who had pinched your ass as a kid, annoyed your ass as a teen, saved your ass as a new recruit in the army, and more than once grabbed your ass at the bar while you squeezed your ass into a tight dress. You froze for a moment before you looked out your window and saw him standing at your trailer door, waiting.

You opened it abruptly, swinging it hard enough that it hit the side of the trailer with a loud clank. You kept your arm out to keep it wide, surveying the sight in front of you with a shocked expression, your chest rising and falling in shallow, tight breaths of disbelief. He did the same, his eyes travelling up from your bare feet, along your tanned legs, to your jean shorts and your braless tank top, all the way to your shaded eyes.

“Will Miller” You spoke, his name like a muscle memory in your mouth. “What the fuck are you doing here.”

You took three long seconds before you smiled, then you practically jumped out of your trailer and into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, laughing uncontrollably in surprise and excitement. He squeezed you tight, one hand around your hips, the other on the back of your head, compressing you into his muscular frame. He let out a low growl of contentment while he nuzzled his head into your hair.

“Good to see you Molly” He mumbled.

You squeezed him with as much strength as you could muster before he let you slide down, your feet hitting the sand below. You brought a hand up to shade your eyes, the sun beaming directly in your eyes from behind his shoulder. You knew his face like the back of your hand, you had grown up with it chasing after you with spiders and nerf guns, then spent 10 years in active service being chased by cockroaches and real guns. You hadn’t seen him since you moved to Mexico.

“What are you doing here, man!” You laughed, you couldn’t stop smiling. He hadn’t changed at all, aside from a few new laugh lines around his mouth. His smile was reserved as usual, but unabashed.

“Oh, you know….I was in the area” He winked and looked around, snickering. Your end of the beach was cut off to tourists and hardly even accessible to locals. You weren’t even sure how they got a trailer there in the first place. It was as visibly remote as you could get in the Yucatan these days.

“How did you…find me here?” You watched him watching you closely, like he was looking for something.

“A local kid working at the market. I asked for directions to the little local Turkey with yellow hair and he practically drove me here himself.” He grinned with mischief and dodged my hand as I smacked him. “He seemed to know who I was, too.” He looked at you expectantly, which made you giggle to yourself.

Your friends son, Erik, was one of the few kids who spoke clean English and visited often. You had helped him with his math tests last year and he had agreed to cut you firewood for a year. He had seen the picture of you and your crew in your trailer and demanded stories around the fire every time he came by. He asked about Will the most.

“I can’t believe you’re here right now.” You said, stricken with shock again and unable to gather yourself. “Whats it been…2, 3 years?”

“2 years and 5 months” Will said quietly, smiling at you. “You look younger somehow”

“Yeah, well, that’s the tequila and the saltwater for ya. Stick me back in Iraq and strap a rifle on my chest, ill age 10 years in front of your very eyes”

Will nodded with a knowing smile and looked around, checking out your decaying trailer and old truck, his eyes settling on the boat overturned on the beach, which you were in the midst of patching and doing engine maintenance on.

You shared a quiet moment together, taking each other in, before he smiled again and open his arms for another hug. “Come’ere kid”

He squeezed you again and this time found your butt, pinching it.

“Fucki-OUCH” You wailed, pulling away and smacking his chest. He laughed like a little boy and bounced away a step, stretching his arms and sighing, relaxed.

“So,” You said after a few moments of silence, before stepping back and pacing in a half circle once. “You want a drink?”

He smiled at you and you felt your head spin. It was the same familiar smile he used to give you when you were kids and you couldn’t reach something or you needed his help lifting something. Not patronizing, just…pleasantly amused.

“Yeah, a drink would be nice.”

“Grab a chair, i’ll be right back” You motioned to the seats surrounding the fire pit that was on the edge of the sand. He turned and walked towards them and you felt your chest tighten. You could never calm down when he was around, staring at you, his physical presence was overwhelming. Even still, after all this time. After everything that had happened in the war, your breath caught when he smiled.

When you came back out with two glasses of bourbon, neat, he had his feet perched toe to heel and was leaning back, enjoying the view of the ocean.

“Pretty okay view to wake up to” You said, handing him his drink. You saluted each others glasses and he smiled, looking back out at the water.

“Unreal. I wouldn’t leave.”

“I don’t” You winked.

“So how did you end up here anyways” He took a drink and savoured it, balancing the glass on the armrest.

You took a long, deep breath and leaned back in your chair before exhaling quickly and looking around.

“I came down after Pete and I.…after I left. He took the house, I took…my shit, and I split.” You laughed bitterly, rubbing your eyebrow. “I don’t know. I went rogue for a bit and woke up here one morning after a bender, just never left.”

Will was quiet for a few moments, considering what you said, before speaking.

“Did things end badly - with Pete?” He was watching you intently.

You held his gaze boldly, amidst your discomfort regarding the topic, your face a blank canvas.

“No” You lied, forcing a smile.

His eyes narrowed slightly but he looked back at the water and took another drink.

“What’re you doing to make money?”

“Lots. Pole dancing, escorting. Selling drugs.”

You were mostly kidding about the last part, but you had sold a couple bags of weed to some of the local teenagers after you found out they were buying it from the cartel - trying to keep their names out of the streets as long as you could before they inevitably got recruited.

He was looking at you again, his face dark now, a shadow of the light hearted kid you had gone to prom with.

“Seriously, Mol. What are you doing down here.”

“Getting interrogated apparently. Calm down, Ironhead. Nothing illegal.” But when he didn’t budge you continued “Im a Dive Master, I take tourists out to some of the reefs every couple of days to pay the rent, and I help out at some of the farms on the off season.”

Half satisfied by your half answers he swirled his drink and took a sip.

“Enough about me, care to explain what you’re doing down here? Turning up at sundown like an old friend?” You watched him closely, observing his posture, noticing the hilt of his sidearm poking out the side of his t-shirt.

“Working” He said bluntly, returning your snarky smile with an equally shaded answer. “Recruiting.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you sat deeper in your chair, unbelieving how crassly he was owning up.

“Unbelievable. Just right down to business eh? You turn up here after 2 years, sorry, 2 years and 5 months and you don’t have the courtesy to wait 10 minutes before you pull this shit? No.” You said firmly. “No. Im retired."

He nodded, then leaned forward and downed the rest of his drink, placing the glass at his feet and resting his elbows on his knees. He watched you with such an intensity that you shifted in your seat and looked away.

“Mol, look at me.”

You sneered and looked at him, your hat shading your eyes from the setting sun, but barely.

“Its a 2 day job at most. 1 day and a single shot if we’re clean-”

“No” You cut him off, leaning forward to stand up.

“Its 5 million USD” He said quickly, stopping you from walking away. “Each.”

You took a deep breath and waited, considering sitting back down. You stayed standing. You tilted your head to the side and lifted your hand to your mouth.

“Who” You said quietly, not wanting to give him the impression you were seriously considering it.

“Juarez.”

You choked you had laughed so hard and so quick. You sat down abruptly on the edge of your chair, looking at him like he had two heads.

“No way. Not a chance. Are you kidding?”

He said nothing, just watched you and raised his eyebrows, the words ‘5 million’ written across his forehead like a banner. When it was clear he wasn’t joking you leaned forward, matching his posture, ducking your head down until you had his eyes squared with yours.

“Listen to me. There’s dangerous, there’s what we did in the army, and then there’s that.” You waited for a reaction that never came. You pressed on. “Will, I have been down here for 3 years. Living, working, fucking with these people. Juarez isn’t just a cartel boss who cuts fingers off and mails them to the victims kids on their birthdays. He systematically brings down monarchies. He beheads children. That man is a fucking monster.”

Will sat firm, his jaw set, not breaking eye contact. He was challenging you, as he had a million times before, only this time neither of you were in uniform and both of you had level playing ground. He wasn’t your superior officer, and you weren’t his sniper.

“We’ve dealt with worse.” He said finally.

You broke eye contact and looked at your bare feet planted in the sand, your tanned skin smooth and warm. No scars, no combat boots, no dust. Freedom. What you had worked for your whole life.

“Its 5 million, Mol. One target, one shot. Nothing more. Freedom for the rest of your life.”

“I already have that. Look around” You put your arms out, the whole of the beach and your paradise encapsulated in them, rage tickling under your skin. “5 million aint worth giving this up, 5 billion wouldn’t even be.”

He looked around and back at your trailer, at the rusting metal and the fraying tarps, before setting his gaze on your arm, on the scar that ran up it, and finally back to your eyes.

“Hows the Physio down here.” He said darkly. “Your off season farm job’s health insurance covering it?”

You flinched like he had hit you, your eye flickering as the memory of the bullet cutting through your arm and shattering the bone blazed like fire in your peripheries.

“Fuck you, Will.” You said finally, your voice cracking when you said his name. You stood up and pushed past him, walking towards your trailer. Subconsciously you held your arm and rubbed it, the phantom pain lingering. The deep and permanent damage had bothered you every day since you obtained the injury 6 years ago, on one of the last missions you had done with Will and the crew before they retired.

“Molly” Will grabbed your arm from behind, pulling you to a stop, and you winced. Not from pain, more from recognition. “Im sorry” He said intently, his eyes searching yours.

“I can’t” You said finally, your posture strong and your eyes set. You were still muscular and built like you were in active duty, but so was Will. “Even if I wanted to - I can’t.”

Will took a step closer, his breath almost on your face now.

“Why not” He pushed.

“Because” You spit back at him “I can’t use a scope. Or Binoculars. My heads fucked up.”

Wills eyebrows knit together and he looked over your head with his gaze, face taught with confusion.

“What’you mean?”

You shrugged and licked your bottom lip, looking away from his prying eyes.

“I had an accident a few years ago. I got a concussion that fucked with my equilibrium, haven’t been able to use binoculars or a scope properly since.”

You took a breath and straightened your back, setting your jaw. If he was going to play hard ass, then so were you. Fuck his intimidation tactics, you had learned how to deal with those in elementary school. He would have to try harder.

“Service?”

You shook your head, your lips pursed.

“After I left”

“What happened?”

Your eye flickered again, the memory of Pete attacking you and knocking you down a flight of stairs, your head cracking off the banister, still as fresh as if it happened yesterday.

“I fell.”

Will, visibly agitated now, shifted his weight to his other foot. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know, probably because I didn’t expect you to come down here and try to recruit me to whack the leader of my neighbourhoods biggest cartel?”

“Mol, im your friend, you shou-“ He started, but you backed up, shaking your head.

“Oh yeah? And where have you been? Last time I checked a prerequisite for friendship was checking in once in a fucking blue moon.”

Will bared his teeth in frustration and took a deep breath, looking down at his feet with his hands on his hips.

“Was it Pete?”

You didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Will’s hands covered his face and he groaned audibly, rubbing them into his hair in frustration.

“Molly. I have like 5 minutes left in me before I pull the fuse line to your propane, light a match, and drag your ass out of here on the back of my fucking bike. Come for drinks. Hear us out. Please.”

“Us?”

“They’re all here, waiting at the bar.”

You shook your head, smiling bitterly. Of course they were.

“There are better soldiers out there. Better snipers out there. Go recruit one of them.”

“Not true. You never missed a shot.”

“I missed once” You started, your voice lowering reflexively. “And you know what shot I missed.”

He held your eyes as the memory lingered in the air between you, the sound of the bullet hitting the body of the child behind your target would be something you took to your grave. It haunted every minute of every day.

“Molly, come on. Look at you. You’re living in a dump trailer with a half broke boat and a fucking peddle bike. You’re better than this and you know it.”

“Im not better than shit. Don't feed me that 'we were warriors' crap. I was a girl who was good with a gun, and I killed people. And now i'm broken. Thats the truth."

“MOL, I NEED YOU-” He yelled now, his hand shaking. The outburst took you off guard and you stepped back, your face slack. Will grabbed his hand and rubbed it, turning around and sighing deeply before facing you again. “Molly, I need you to hear us out. Come have a drink in town, listen to Pope’s plan. Please.”

You were still on guard from his outburst but you closed your mouth, your eyes dropping to his hand, which still shook lightly. PTSD was a tricky motherfucker.

You blinked silently a few times before raising your eyes to his again, a silent moment of recognition passing between you. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t seriously asking for help, and the rest of the crew wouldn’t be waiting if there wasn’t already a good plan in place.

“They’re all here? Redfly?”

Will nodded, his jaw tight.

“Fine” You said then, swallowing your pride and knowing you would regret it. “One drink.”

“One drink” Will repeated, his shoulders relaxing slightly.

“But Will,” You interrupted his budding smile and took a step so your faces were close again. “I wasn’t joking. Im not the shot I used to be. If we do the Recon and I tell you I can’t do it, that’s it. Im out. Full stop.”

Will blinked a few times as his eyes drifted down your face to your mouth and back up, his eyebrow twitching.

“I understand, Mol” was all he replied.

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#triple frontier #charlie hunnam #will miller #benny miller #frankie morales #santiago garcia #garrett hedlund #pedro pascal #will ironhead miller #will miller x reader #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier boys #oscar isaac

[artificialqueens]

Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me, 1/10 (Gottrosenali) - Writworm42

A/N: Hi all!! I saw an infographic a while back of 10 types of orgasms people with vaginas can have, and got inspired to write this! I don't remember where the infographic was from (in my infinite wisdom, I took screenshots of the infographic, but not of the source lmao), but I hope you enjoy this!

PLEASE DON'T TAKE THIS AS EDUCATIONAL OR INFORMATIONAL!!!! THIS FIC IS ESSENTIALLY PORN. PORN IS NOT EDUCATIONAL, AND NEITHER IS THIS FIC!!! If you're looking for reliable sex ed info, check out scarleteen, they're a great resource!

Title from Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Thank you x10000 Holtz for dealing with my dumb ass while I was writing this and for beta-ing <3

Denali misses Mik when he’s gone; both she and Rosé do. It’s hard not to, when their boyfriend has such a big presence in their lives all the time. Whether he’s starfishing on their bed and hogging all the covers in his sleep, chattering away to fill silence in the apartment, or just making his presence known by ruffling Denali’s hair as he walks by or tracing absent-minded hearts on Rosé’s arm while they’re piled on the couch to watch TV, Mik is a constant, someone who’s always at arm’s reach to enjoy. It’s comforting, something about him that neither Denali nor Rosé would ever want to change.

It’s a strange feeling when he’s away, one that neither of them particularly like. Like something is missing, something they can’t quite feel balanced without. Like the minute he leaves, they’re waiting for him to come back again.

It doesn’t help that Mik has been traveling so much for work lately. Fashion Week season has descended upon the world, and between New York and Paris and Toronto and Milan, Mik has been so busy that he hardly has time to pick up his phone. Add in time zone differences along with Denali and Rosé navigating their own busy schedules, and it might as well be a long distance relationship, one that is barely existent at this point. Denali knows it’s selfish to get upset about it; she still has Rosé, after all, so she can’t imagine how alone Mik must feel. But she can’t help it; the more Mik slips away, the more she wants him back, so bad that it hurts sometimes.

But there’s also a different kind of ache she and Rosé feel when Mik is away, one that may be a little superficial, sure, but is nonetheless one that Denali is particularly bad at leaving unattended. One that once again, she knows must be worse for Mik, seeing as he’s completely alone right now.

At least on the occasions that all three of them are free, it’s a lot easier to scratch that particular itch.

Michelada: guys im so horny

Denali rolls her eyes, shaking her head and laughing a little to herself as she reads her boyfriend’s message. He’s still in the UK right now, and if her math is correct, that means that it’s only around 1 PM where he is. As in, he’s probably still at work. When she says so, though, he seems unperturbed.

Michelada: hasn’t stopped you guys before

Michelada: sooooo

Michelada: sensing a double standard here

Denali hears Rosé cackle from the bathroom, and then her phone pings again.

Rosita: i mean

Rosita: im not opposed to shenanigans, you know that baby ;)

“Don’t encourage him!” Denali calls out, but of course Rosé doesn’t listen; she never does. The next text Denali gets is a picture of Rosé taken in the bathroom mirror, naked as the day she was born with an arm covering her tits.

God.

Michelada: ugh rosie don’t do this to me :((

Rosita: i thought u were horny, baby?

Rosita: gotta make up your mind xo

Another ping, and a second pic of Rosé comes through, this time biting down on one of her fingers through a devilish smirk. Denali shifts a little in her spot on the couch; as much as she doesn’t want to give in, it’s tantalizing, knowing that Rosé is just a word of permission away from being right next to her like that. And the fact that Mik could very well get caught, that they’ll be distracting him enough that he might falter, might give himself away?

Nali: i think it’s time you went on break, angel

She follows it up with a pic of her own, angling it so that both Mik and Rosé will be able to see right down her shirt. She hears a little gasp from the bathroom, and smiles to herself; Rosé is so easy, it’s almost funny. Both she and Mik are.

There’s a pause, and Denali almost wonders if Mik has been caught already, or if he’s changed his mind. She’s about to ask, but then the bathroom door opens, and she looks up to see Rosé coming towards her.

“Rosie…” she starts, but she doesn’t have time to get her full sentence out before there’s another ping.

Michelada: i have fifteen minutes

“Just enough time,” Rosé grins as she comes up behind Denali, drapes her arms over her shoulders and leans in to kiss the shell of her ear and letting out a little laugh when the sensation makes Denali squirm.

A call comes through not even a second later, and they’re greeted by the sight of Mik shut in a bathroom, cheeks already pink and pupils already dilated with lust.

“That was quick,” Denali smirks, but Mik doesn’t respond. One look behind herself, though, and Denali knows why.

“He’s only got fifteen minutes, D,” Rosé winks, clearly enjoying herself as she continues to play with her own tits, trailing her hands over them and palming them while grinning like the Cheshire cat. “Gotta maximize on that time, right?”

Well. She does have a point. And it’s not just Mik who’s mesmerized by the sight in front of him; watching Rosé continue to tease, still grinning cockily, is absolutely tantalizing, and Denali can’t help the sudden urge to touch her girlfriend that runs through her, making her shiver.

“Wanna touch, angel?” Rosé coos, taking her hands off herself long enough to grab Denali’s face, tilt her head up to look her in the eyes. “It’s okay--all you gotta do is say please.”

She swallows hard, mouth going dry as she nods, eyes trailing back down to Rosé’s bare tits. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna… Please, Rosie, please can I touch you?”

“Of course you can.” Rosé purrs, coming around the couch slowly, teasingly, before coming right up to Denali, giving her a soft kiss as she throws a leg over Denali’s lap, easing down to straddle her.

“Hi, baby.”

There’s a whine behind them, one that jerks them out of the bubble Rosé has created, and Denali suddenly remembers Mik’s presence over the phone, that he’s watching everything going on.

“I think our sweet boy feels left out, Rosie.”

The remark is as much a taunt as it is a reminder, and Denali can’t help but peek over her shoulder to see how Mik is holding up. Sure enough, he’s already starting to come undone, cheeks flushed pink and mouth gaping open as he takes in what’s happening before him. His camera obscures what’s going on below his chest, but Denali knows Mik well enough to know from his stiff posture that he’s just waiting for permission to let go completely.

“Is that so?” Rosé turns to look over her shoulder, clicking her tongue in disapproval. “Poor baby, can’t even be close to us while we have fun. I hope you’re not touching yourself just yet, angel—it’d be a shame to get this over with too quickly, don’t you think?”

Mik swallows hard, but shakes his head, sucking in a sharp breath that’s just audible enough to go straight to Denali’s core.

“No, mommy, I’m not.”

“Good boy,” Rosé purrs before turning back to the blonde she’s currently straddling, looking her up and down discerningly.

Not even a heartbeat later, she starts easing off Denali’s lap, clicking her tongue when Denali squirms at the loss, lifts her hands to try and stop Rosé from moving.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she grabs Denali’s hands, gently places them back onto her lap. “I’m just moving so Mik can get a better view. See?” She sits gently next to Denali, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her close. “Now, what d’you say we get you out of this pesky shirt, huh?”

Denali only nods, rushing to throw off her shirt as Rosé creeps her hands between Denali’s legs, lightly teasing her through her pajama pants.

“I’d suggest you start rubbing over your pants, baby boy.” Rosé throws the command back to Mik without even looking at him, too focused instead on increasing the pressure she’s placing on Denali’s pussy while bringing a free hand to her tits. Denali hisses in pleasure when Rosé’s fingers trace around a nipple, pinching lightly and watching with glee at how Denali’s hips buck at the feeling. Mik’s dissatisfied whines only spur Rosé on, though, and she ups the ante by leaning down to give Denali’s other nipple the attention of her tongue, sucking and nipping at the hardened bud.

“Rosie…” Denali gasps, only for the redhead to separate herself from Denali’s tit, coming up to lock eyes with her as she shakes her head.

“Look at Mik, sweetheart,” Rosé murmurs, her hands still moving, still working Denali up. “Look at what a mess he is watching you.”

Mik’s face is screwed up in frustration, pouting mouth trembling as his arm moves lightly, teasing at what’s going on out of the frame.

“What do you think, D, should we take pity on him?”

“Yes,” Denali answers without hesitation, closing her eyes in pleasure when her generosity is rewarded by Rosé finally slipping her hand below the waistband of Denali’s pajama pants, dragging light fingers along the blonde’s already-slick slit.

“You heard her, baby. You can touch yourself over your underwear now.”

“Thank you, mommy,” he gasps in relief, followed by a shaky breath when he dips his hand into his jeans.

“Don’t thank me, thank Denali,” Rosé simply shrugs. “Speaking of,” she turns her attention back to the blonde next to her, “How ‘bout we take things up a notch, huh?”

Denali doesn’t have time to ask what Rosé means before the older woman’s fingertips are making contact with her clit, tracing fast, yet light circles around it.

“Oh, fuck--”

“God, you have no idea how much this turns me on,” Rosé’s voice takes Denali’s breath away, low and husky in her ear as she continues to rub Denali’s clit. “Watching you and Mik like this, already such messes for me… fuck, makes me wet just listening to you whimper.”

“Why don’t you join us, then?” The idea clicks into Denali’s head instantly, and she has to admit, she loves the way Rosé’s eyes cloud over in confusion for a second, the redhead hesitating for a moment as she tries to figure out what Denali means. It’s the perfect opportunity for Denali to reclaim some power, grab Rosé’s hands and push her back to flip their positions so that Denali is straddling her.

“Mik, baby, you can play with yourself for real now,” she turns back to the camera and winks before wriggling out of her pajama pants, grabbing Rosé’s wrists and pinning them to her sides before closing the distance between them with a rough kiss. Behind them, Denali hears something close to a thank you from Mik, cut off by a strangled mewl that tells her he’s already close.

That’s okay; this shouldn’t take long.

Denali’s hips move naturally as they rut up against Rosé, their kiss deepening steadily as the two move in tandem against each other. Rosé traces her hands down over Denali’s back, down to her ass, and smirks against Denali’s tongue when the blonde moans at the touch. For her part, Denali isn’t exactly being gentle, either; while Rosé uses her grip on Denali’s ass to push her closer, force her to grind down harder, Denali snakes a hand into Rosé’s hair, tugging at the strands just to make her gasp.

“Love it when you make those sounds for me,” she breaks their kiss to suck a bruise onto the curve of Rosé’s neck, almost moaning herself from the way Rosé’s hips stutter at the taunt.

Behind her, Denali hears Mik curse from the phone, and she’s unable to resist looking back as she and Rosé continue to move against each other, their pace staying steady as Denali watches the sight on the other line.

Mik is a vision, one arm slightly out to capture the sight of his body as he gets himself off. A sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and his lip is swollen from the way he’s biting it, desperately trying not to make too much noise. His hand works patterns on himself that Denali knows well, ones she taught him, ones she experimented and trialled and perfected on his skin. Watching him now, Denali can’t help but speed up a little, a cue that both Rosé and Mik seem to take as they match her pace.

“ Fuck ,” Rosé hisses after Denali turns her attention towards her again, knowing that if she watches Mik any longer, she’s going to come right then and there; she doesn’t want that. She wants to come with Rosé and Mik both, all together.

Luckily, she knows exactly how to speed things up.

“What?” she coos, tracing a finger along Rosé’s cheek, trailing it along her jaw. “Are you close, Rosie? Gonna come for me and Mik already? Aww .”

Rosé nods, whimpering as Denali’s touch continues to travel over her body, down the line of her neck and then tracing along her collarbone.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Denali continues between gasping breaths, channeling every bit of focus she has to keep the ability to speak while keeping up with the rhythm of Rosé’s hips, now becoming erratic from desperation. “Always acting all big and bad, like you’ve got control, but you just need to be put in your place, don’t you?”

The moan Rosé lets out is positively sinful, and when Denali looks back at Mik, his face is so red, his hand moving so fast that Denali knows he’s about to explode.

Time to finish things off, then.

“I’m gonna count to ten, then you’ll get to come, okay?” Denali says it loud enough for Mik to hear, but she doesn’t wait for a response; she doesn’t have the patience to.

“One… two…”

When ‘ten’ finally leaves her lips, Denali lets go, crying out loud enough that she’s afraid someone in Mik’s studio might hear what’s going on through the bathroom door. But she can’t help it; Rosé continues to grind against Denali through both their orgasms, and by the time Denali comes down fully, she’s too tired to do anything but collapse next to the other woman, completely spent.

“Fuck, you guys,” Mik’s breathy drawl jerks them both back to reality, and Denali can’t help but smile when she sees what a state their boyfriend is in; his clothes are mussed and cheeks are flushed, and there’s a dot of blood on his mouth from where he must have bitten through his lip trying to keep himself quiet.

“All better now?” she teases, laughing when he rolls his eyes, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“I mean, I probably look like a mess, but yeah, I’m not horny anymore.”

“Give it five minutes,” Rosé mutters to Denali with a wry smile.

“Hey, I heard that!”

“Go and get cleaned up, babe.” Denali swats at Rosé as she addresses Mik, who’s busy pouting at them. “Call us when you’re done work, and have a good day, yeah?”

“Alright, bye gorge.” Mik sighs, and then just like that, the call is over, and Mik is gone again.

At least, mostly; not two seconds later, there’s another ping, and Denali checks her phone to see another message from Mik. More specifically, a picture of him in the mirror, still a mess, smiling and blowing them a kiss.

Michelada: gonna be thinking about u guys for the rest of the day

Michelada: love u sm <3

It’s not the same as having him next to her, not in the least. But as Denali stares at the picture, feels Rosé shuffle closer to look at it, too, it feels like enough.

#s13 #denali x gottmik x rosé #gottmik #rosé #denali foxx #poly #trans character #f/f/m #smut #thrill me chill me fulfill me #writworm42 #tw mommy kink #rpdr fanfiction

[xserpentlife]

Care *Smut*

Requested: Kinda, mentioned this yesterday, started as a request but when elsewhere. Orig Request here: Hey hun ease can I have a ddlg little girl smut imagine with sweetpea or fp jones not bothered which where I have been a brat all day and he punishes me thanks so much xx.

A/N: This was created and I accidently went somewhere other than the request, I am also using this as one of the bingo spots on my card: Aftercare. 

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2339

There was something off with you today and Sweet Pea could tell from the start. First it was waking you up, you didn’t want to, which was not much different than usual, however, this time you actually cried and Pea didn’t know what to do. You weren’t in pain, you weren’t going through anything really. He just held you while you cried and then eventually got you dressed and to school.

Finally at school when pulling in the drive you began to calm down.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?”

“I dunno, Daddy.”

Another odd thing to add to the list for the day. You were his little girl, mostly only in bed though, and once in a while after play when you slipped into little space. It was very, very odd and concerned him that you were calling him daddy in a non sexual manner while at school. You were often a brat in public, using daddy to turn him on, but this was entirely different.

“Baby girl talk to me”

“Gotta school daddy”

“Be a good girl in class and don’t say anything okay, I’ll see you during free hour”

“Okay daddy” you kissed him on the cheek something you always did while in little space

He was afraid you’d get found out, your kink and little space would be exposed and it would put you in even more of a rut. See no one really knew of yours and Peas' relationship except one or two people. You keep it secret, it is deeply personal. You went through a lot of trauma, falling into little space is your way of dealing with stress and hard times, he could usually make it better pretty quick but this time he had no idea why you fell into little space so hard and so quick. I mean you had both been busy the past few days. Not seeing much of each other than in passing and at night when falling asleep, but you never hid anything from him, and you hadn’t mentioned anything bad at all, so the fact you slipped without him knowing or detecting it made him so upset with himself. He knew he shouldn’t have sent you into class, but you had a test you absolutely could not miss and he was hoping you’d be okay alone. He has learned that when in little space you cling to him like a bear. Turning to your little side is your safe space, but without Pea there would be none of that at all. He is like the base to your tower.

The class could not have ended faster for him, he needed to see you and make sure you were all right. He always waited for you by the lockers. He watched and waited but hadn’t found you. He walked to your classroom and saw the teacher yelling at you. He walked in, not caring about anything in the world, plus he didn’t have this teacher for math. But saw you crying eyes watering red and puffy.

“What the fuck is going on”

“None of your business son, you can’t just barge in my classroom like that”

“I can damn well barge in here when your yelling and up in a girls face for no goddamn reason sir, plus no one fucking talks to my girlfriend like that I don’t care if you’re her teacher or not. You can speak to her on monday” Pea dragged you out of the room, grabbing your hand in the process. Tears still streaming down your face he brought you to a corner in the rec room, thankfully no one was in there, because your friends are usually the only ones there and they were all in class except fangs, but he was with Kevin. All you did was cry as he sat you down, no words coming out of your mouth. He loved you so goddamn much and seeing you cry was always a struggle for him.

“Princess you gotta talk to me or I can’t fix it or at least try to make it better” You shook your head pouting up at him

“Baby c’mon please whyd id he yell at you”

“Said… said i was bad at math and, and then he...” you started balling again.

“He got bad at me cause I got done early and it was so bad, but he, he got mad also cause I got done early and drew on my paper. I don’t get it daddy you always say I can draw!”

“Baby you didn’t do anything wrong”

“He… he yelled yes I did daddy he got mad. Was my drawing not good daddy”

“Im sure it was perfect aby, but sometimes there are things we just can’t draw on”

“Wanted to color but no pages, thought I could make a pretty picture but…” You cried one again Fangs walking into the room Pea glancing back at him.

Fangs found out you had a little space when he had walked into the trailer one day completely beat up and you were coloring on the floor while pea ran to the store.

*Flashback*

“Pea I need… Y/N?” HE saw you sitting on the floor onesie on coloring away on a giant page.

“Hi Fangsy, come color, Fangsy color, pleaseeeeeee”

“Y/N I need you to patch me up”

“I, Uh… fangsy hurt?

“Yeah, can you get me ice and a bandage?”

“Mhm, '' you nodded walking over to the freezer, grabbing the ice before heading to the bathroom and bringing it all back over to fangs. You leaned down pacci hanging from your shirt.

Pea walked in then starting fangs down when he walked through the door.

“What the fuck Fangs!”

“Sorry bro im hurt, I just walked in I didn’t”

“Don't yell daddy! Fangsy hurts”

“Sorry baby girl, can you go into the bedroom and i'll be in, in a minuted”

“You nodded kissing him before walking off to the bedroom” That was the night Fangs learned about your little space. It only made sense he would find out. Him and Pea were always together, so that means you are always there too. SOmetimes you were good at suppressing it, and hiding it but other times it wasn’t so easy. Fangs didn’t necessarily get it at least not at first, neither did pea, but they both supported and were there for you entirely . Fangs was a good support system and closest to Pea, meaning when Pea couldn’t be there, he was.

*end flashback*

“Aww pretty lady why you crying” If pea couldn't calm you down, fangs would come in making you laugh and forget about it.

“Bruce didn’t like my picture”

“Well that means an old man is just an ass hat, I bet your picture was absolutely stunning. Just like its creator, a true artist”

“I not that good”

“Mhm you sure are, i think you should draw me a picture for my apartment, could you do that?”

“Mhm” you nodded your head smiling. Fangs got you distracted long enough to stop crying and calm down some.

“Baby girl yo okay now” you nodded your head slightly still clinging onto him “baby we gotta get to class…”

“Wanna go home”

“Baby we..”

“Want home Pea, need you… please, wanna forget” he knew exactly what it meant. Sometimes you wanted to color, have food made for you, a bath run with pea in it, and other times you wanted him and only him, not just cuddling you want more.

“Okay, let’s go...” He didn’t hesitate, he knew what you needed. In that moment he knew everything.

He tried letting you go to stand up but you didn’t want to. You clung onto him like a bear in the wild. You loved Pea, you needed Pea in more ways than you could even explain. Fangs grabbed the keys from his pocked and unlocked the truck as Pea placed you in.

“Thanks bro”

“She gonna be okay”

“Mhm she’ll be fine just needs some time today to decompress”

“Okay, I know you got her but call if you need anything, and i'll cover for you in class”

“Always bro, and thanks again”

You got to his trailer as he led you to the bedroom sitting you down slowly. He grabbed the silk ties from the bottom drawer slowly kissing along you wrists as he tied them together.

“Baby are you sure”

“Yes daddy want you”

“Okay Princess but you know your safe word right?”

“Mhm..”

“Can you tell me?”

“Avacadoooo” He chuckled to himself lightly remembering back ot the time that you created the safeword. You thought it was so funny because the first time you used it he wasn’t hurting you at all, but you were so overpleasured you couldn’t go on, out you screamed avacadooooo as both you and him simalteanosly ignished. Its one of his funnies and best memories of the two of you.

By now, the amount of times you had been together he could read you like a book. The emaming of every movement the change in tone of every breath sound, he knew ever bit and piece of you, and your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way”

“Good girl” he began tying your hands to the bedpost.

“Want you to fuck me hard daddy, wnat to hurt, want to forget” when you were so subby that you slipped into little space forhours you wouldn’t always know what you needed or wanted. Pea knew you didn’t need to be fucked you needed love.

“You ready baby”

“Yes daddy”

You felt his body press lightly onto your own, he began kissing you, heading up to your neck, probably one of your weakest spots.

“Daddy not fair, you have your clothes on”

“Wanna take them off princess” You pouted up at him, you couldn’t you were tied.

“Well guess they stay on” You began to whimper eyes filling slightly

“Hey hey princess no crying tonight okay, want you happy”

“Always happy with you daddy” He took of his clothes bringing his body to yours once again. His cock already hard. You atche dhim come up to you, his lips ghosting over your own. HIs tip tickled over your entrance as you whimpered for more. He began thrusting slow short at first, then deeper as he went. The quicker they got the more you moaned. His hand found its way up to your neck, a firm grip, your breath halting for a moment. The feeling arousing you to no end. You felt your orgasm building.

“You like that princess”

“Yes daddy” he untied your wrists with a pull, your arms making there way around his neck as he thrusted into you . Head in the crook of his neck you moaned out.

“Daddy I can’t”

“Gonna cum for me princess”

“Mhm, yes fuck daddy”

“Fuck.” He cried out. CUmming  as you came, eyes rolling back into your head he watched you come undone. YOu let out a loud moan of his name, as you felt his hand tighten by accident a second wave of pleasure passed through the both of you. He kissed you on the lips as he laid down next to you, pulling you to his chest. Your breathing remained heavy, your orgasm being one of the stronger ones you've had with pea.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Worry overcame him. He never wanted to hurt you. He never wanted to be that guy. He always made sure to protect you, always made sure to make sure that you were okay.

“No you didn’t daddy” you smiled, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips pressed to your forehead.

“I’m gonna run your bath and get you water okay” being with someone for so long helped you realize what they needed after certain things. For you water was number one. A bath always comes second due to the ties and your skin. Luckli silk helped you not get hurt, but it still could leave marks especially with how hard you pull to get away.

He came back and moved the blanket off you watching his release drip out of you. He picked you up placing you in the warm water, before slipping in behind you. You whimpered as you felt him lean you back against him, your hands touching the water and the little marks stinging. It was not a pain you didn’t like. It was nothing that Pea did, everything he did was perfect, but it always made him upset.

“Baby i’m”

“No… don’t apologize, I needed it, thankyou” He leaned down kissing your shoulder blade. You both sat in the water till it became colder. Your eyes began to get heavy. He stepped out watching you shiver from the cold air, as his body heat was removed from your skin. He helped you stand up legs still weak from the session. He grabbed your lotion and helped you over to the bed to lay you down and apply it to you.

“Wanna sleep”

“No baby, not yet or at least lay down so I can cover you in your lotion okay” You laid down, as his hands casted their way over your skin you began to fall asleep, him talking as you closed your eyes. The blanket soon made its way over you, his body coming to touch your back, “I love you” You felt a kiss to your head before you fell into a sweet darkness. Waking up the next day you were better than you had been a while. You thanked him with morning kisses, getting dressed and ready for the day as you both went to Pops for breakfast. He was your rock, your night, the light in the darkness you felt, and he’d always be there.

#sweet pea #sweet pea smut #sweet pea x reader #riverdale smut #sweet pea x reader smut #riverdale #riverdale story #riverdale x reader #riverdale x #riverdale x y/n #riverdale x you #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x #aftercare #aftercare smut #riverdale bingo

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x reader - exchange

Harry stared at the beautiful necklace in the window, hands in his pockets. The sapphire and ruby-encrusted jewelry staring mockingly at him.

All he wanted to do this year, was get his amazing girlfriend of 3 months her first Christmas gift from him, it had to be good or else!

‘all guys know, if a girl doesn’t get a good and expensive present for her birthday or Christmas, or an anniversary from their significant other, they'll dump ‘em flat, it's just the facts Hook’ Chad Charming had said that to him a little while after he and (y/n) had gotten serious.

Harry pulled out his phone, opening his bank account app.

$496.56 available in your account.

glancing back up, he grimaced at the price tag of the necklace

$2,000.99

“ugg, I'm never gonna be able to get ‘er a present worthy of ‘er”

shaking his head, he sulked down the street, making his way back to auradon prep. shivering as he made it inside, just in time for curfew, rubbing his hands together to gather warmth, and shaking off the cold snow from his shoulders.

“Harry~!” he felt a smile bloom on his face as he locked eyes on you, (short/long/mid-length) (h/c) hair gleaming under the lights, bright (e/c) eyes happy to see him, and a bright gorgeous smile.

god, he had gotten the most beautiful girl in auradon hadn’t he? that’s why he had to get the most beautiful present for her.

“bonnie lass~” he cooed, catching you with his arms and hips, spinning you around slightly as you jumped on him. “hehe, I was only gone for 20 minutes~”

“I know~ but I missed you” you mumbled into his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from him.

“Alright, alright little koala, let’s go” 

you giggled as harry carried you back to your dorm, letting you drop yourself back onto your feet.

“Thanks, hooky” you smiled, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek, which was still red from the cold.

“yer welcome love, now get some sleep” you nodded, pulling him into a quick hug before sliding back into your dorm.

“good night Harry ”

“goodnight (y/n)”

=

you sighed as the door closed, god you were falling in love with that boy, and hard too.

“so what are you getting him for Christmas (y/n)?” Jane spoke up from her bed, smiling at the stupid grin on your face, but frowning when your smile dropped.

“shit! I don’t know! he's so perfect, so I have to get him something perfect!!” Jane found herself laughing.

“what- why are you laughing?!” Jane stifled her giggling, smiling at you “because the gift value doesn’t matter, it's the person it’s coming from that matters~!”

you sighed “I know but...Harry-Harry is my first boyfriend, so the first Christmas gift has to be perfect! and if it’s not perfect, Harry will think I'm not worth it and then he’ll leave me!!!!” Jane sighed and stood from her bed, walking over to you and gripping your shoulders

“if I help you find something, will you chill for at least a couple days about a gift for Harry?” you nodded vigorously, grabbing Jane's hands

“yes of course! thank you Jane!!”

Jane nodded, grinning “you’re welcome, now go to bed!”

you laughed, releasing Jane and heading over to your dresser to grab your sweat pants and a Harry hoodie.

“Alright, see you in the morning jane”

“see you in the morning (y/n)”

=

 “christ Harry 2,000 dollars for a necklace? you sure about it?”

Harry nodded, looking intently at his phone at the photo he took.

“it’s perfect for ‘er Uma, I have ta get this one”

“Harry, I'm pretty sure you can just get her a 25 dollar crystal necklace and she’d never take it off till it broke, and then she would go crazy over fixing it because you gave it to her”

Harry shook his head, messing with his mother’s old ruby ring, “no Uma, I have ta get this one, it's the only thing worthy of ‘er” Uma rolled her eyes. she would never understand Harry’s obsession to please whoever he was with, it was the same with his dad.

and then Uma, and now (y/n), with him wanting to make her happy with lavishing her with expensive gifts when she would be happy with a well-worn hoodie or jacket.

“Okay so it’s perfect for her, but it's 2,000 DOLLARS you can’t afford it!!” Harry’s shoulders slumped, feeling that pressing feeling on his back.

“I know, what am I goin’ ta do?” Harry locked eyes on his ring, ripping it off his pinkie finger he turned to Uma with a giant grin.

“I'll sell my ring!!’ Uma's eyes widened and she shook her head

“what no! that’s the only thing you have of your mom left!!” Harry’s face dimmed slightly “I-I know but, if it’s for (y/n)-”

Uma groaned, standing “alright whatever, do what you want, but I'm warning you, (y/n) would be happy with just a bracelet or something”

Uma walked off, leaving Harry to stare at his mother’s ring.

=

“no, no, no, no, nope, nah, no, uggg there’s nothing!!”

you flopped back into your chair, there was nothing online for harry, and going to the mall had proved fruitless.

“come on (y/n), let’s go to the mall one last time, maybe you’ll find a cool jacket?”  you sighed, shrugging.

“yeah, we have to go later though, I have winter break homework to do” Jane nodded, putting on her coat.

“Alright, I'm going to go to lunch with Lonnie and Evie alright?”

“kay have fun”

=

Harry rushed through the streets, skidding to a stop at the jewelry shop, smiling as he spotted the necklace, glancing at his hand, he played with the ruby ring.

“Hopefully it's enough for an exchange” he muttered, pushing through the shop doors.

“Hello, welcome to the miner’s jewelry shop, I'm Doc, how can I help ya?” Harry took a deep breath holding out the ring.

“is it possible I can exchange this for that ruby and sapphire necklace in the window?” Doc blinked, taking the ring carefully and examining it.

“well my boy, the necklace retails for $2,000, and this...wow this would go for $5,000 easily, are you sure about this?” Harry blinked surprised, 5,000? wow, but he had already made up his mind.

“I'm sure, its, the necklace is important to meh”

doc smiled, eyes twinking “whos the girl son?” Harry felt his face heat up, and he reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

“that easy to figure it out? well, her name is (y/n) and...she's really important to meh, and I need the first Christmas gift I get ‘er to be perfect.”

Doc nodded, glancing back at the ruby, “alright, I’ll take this, and you can take the necklace, sound good?” Harry nodded, grinning widely.

“yes! that sounds perfect!”

Doc smiled, placing the ring on the counter, getting up from behind the counter to retrieve the necklace.

“I’ll tell ya something else, if she doesn’t like it, you can return that and I’ll give you back your ring” Harry nodded, watching as Doc unclipped the necklace and walked back to the counter to place it in a box.

“Thank yeh”

as he left Harry couldn’t help the sinking pit that formed in his stomach as he walked away from the last thing he had ever gotten from his mother. 

=

you groaned, closing the math book, and face slamming into the cover.

“you good love?” you jumped out of your skin, whirling around to see Harry grinning devilishly at you.

“Harry you ass” you laughed, standing and walking over to him for a hug. he hugged you tightly, rocking you slightly.

“Sorry love”

you sighed, pulling back and grasping his hands, brows furrowing when you noticed something missing from his right-hand pinkie.

“Harry?” you questioned, bringing up the aforementioned hand “where's your ring? you never take it off?”

Harry shrugged “im havin’ it polished”

you didn’t believe him, he never trusted anyone with it.

you narrowed your eyes but let the matter go, not wanting to start a fight.

“alright whatever you say hooky”

=

your jaw dropped as you passed by a jewelry shop, Harry’s ruby ring sitting inside a box in the window, you could tell it was it due to the specific scratch on the band on the left side, no price listed, instead it said.

not for sale till 1/30/2020

pushing open the door you walked right up to the man at the desk, pointing back at the ring.

“how much is that ruby ring in the window”

doc smiled, he could hear the anger and confusion in your voice.

“(y/n) I presume?”

your arm dropped to your side, and you balked, jaw-dropping and eyes widening, looking confused “wha- how do you know my name?”

“your boyfriend came in about two days ago, traded in that ring to get something for you”

your jaw dropped, “but-it- its important to him, I wouldn’t want him to give it up just to get me something”

doc chuckled “tell you what darling, I'll give it to you for free, so you can give it back, and you’ll be able to keep your present from him”

you balked “but-but-free?! you’re going to give me it for free?!”

“why it's Christmas! and I have plenty of rubies to spare, I don’t need one with precious sentimental value” 

you felt tears burn at your eyes, and you nodded “thank you, thank you so much”

“of course, now let me go fetch it and I’ll wrap it up for you too”

“at least let me pay for the wrapping?”

“oh alright”

=

“I still can’t believe you gave it up Harry, you know when she finds out she’s going to be pissed”

Harry shrugged, tying the ribbon on the wrapped box “not when she sees ‘er present I bet” Uma made a face, yeah right, she’s just going to storm right over to the store and demand the ring back.

“whatever Harry, she's going to be pissed at you” Uma stood and walked out of the room, leaving Harry behind with the pit in his stomach growing bigger and sinking deeper.

"I'm doin’ this fo’r ‘er." Harry stated to himself, looking down at the semi-neatly wrapped present. "Ma would've liked ‘er…." 

~~~

"I can't believe he traded his ring for a present for me! This ring is way too important to him!" You exclaimed, pacing your room.

"He must've gotten you something expensive." Jane stated, watching you pace.

"But this is the last thing his mother gave him! Why on earth-"

"Bonnie lass?" Harry's voice came from the other side of the door.

You ran to the door, shoving the wrapped up ring box behind ur back as you opened the door.

"Harry!" You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Merry Christmas love!" Harry exclaimed, hugging you back.

Jane coughed, causing you to release Harry and glare at her.

"Jane, don't you have your gift exchange with Carlos?" You stated.

Jane went wide-eyed, grabbing her present and rushing past the both of you with a quick "bye!"

You laughed before pulling Harry into your room, closing the door behind you. When you turned around, Harry was holding out his gift to you.

"Harry, I want you to open yours first." You stated, holding out your smaller gift to him. He looked confused for a second, but nodded, taking the box.

You took yours, watching as he walked to your bed, sat down, and began to open it. You smiled as he opened the ring box. 

"But how?" Harry questioned as he held up his mother's ruby ring. he looked to you, his eyes were shining with tears.

You smirked. "I saw it in the window at the jewelry shop you traded it at. Doc was very kind even though I basically threw open the door and demanded to know the price of it. Although he knew right away who I was." You rambled on.

"But now I have to return your gift…." Harry frowned.

You smiled. "Nope! Doc said I could keep it." 

"Really? Well open it lass!" Harry exclaimed, sliding his mother's ring back onto his finger, where it belongs.

You sat down next to Harry and began to untie the ribbons on your present. Unwrapping became a bit of a struggle when you realized Harry has never done this kind of thing before. 

Finally, you managed to get to the box inside. You opened it up and gasped. The ruby and sapphire encrusted necklace shined up at you.

(imagine the diamonds are sapphires) 

"Do ye like it?" Harry asked as you held up the necklace.

"I absolutely love it! But Harry, don't ever think about giving up something of yours just for me, legit i would have been happy with one of your old hoodies" You exclaimed, putting on the necklace.

Harry snickered, shaking his head. "Alright Love. I won't try tha’ again." 

Harry leaned forward, kissing your forehead. "Merry Christmas my love"

You smiled, laying back into Harry's chest. "Merry Christmas my pirate"

~The End~

thank you to @marichat4lyf​  who both beta read and wrote the last half of this fic!!

#descendants #Descendents #disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #christmas fic

[jensungf]

I saw this and want to ask you too because you are a cutie pie, assign your mutuals a member from nct dream!!

oh my gosh THANK YOU anonnie!! i’ve been dying to do this actually hehe i thought no one would ever ask <33 thank u ur a cutie pie as well

disclaimer: i literally have SO many moots so if i dont do u please dont take any offense! i’m trying to do ppl i talk to a lot bc its a lot easier since i have a better grasp on ur personality but if ur a moot and u want me to assign you a member from dream lmk <33 also if mine is inaccurate im so sorry I SUCK at this and im struggling so much hhhhh

@markeussi​​ / anie: my precious loml anie i think u remind me a lot like jaemin or sometimes jisung bc ur very caring and precious <3 like u notice peoples feelings and do ur best to take care of them! ur very warm and affectionate and u have an effect on everyone honestly and so much love to give,, and a bit of jisung bc i feel like u have a lot of thoughts about the world but even so u know how to have fun and joke around but ur very hardworking and would do anything for others <3

@neostains / mary: ok so i def think of mary as jeno bc she looks super intimidating at first and jsjsj for the longest time i was scared to talk to her and even when i did was like ((am i annoying)) but shes actually super sweet and thoughtful and she has bad-ass vibes bc she has confidence in herself that i rly admire bc she takes no bs even tho deep down shes lowkey a softie as well <3 

@j-woosderland / amanda: amanda gives me renjun vibes fo sho!! and jeno too haha i alr told her this before but its bc she is so good with words and she knows what to say without sugarcoating it and shes honest yet kindhearted. shes hardworking but also shes the person to prefer to stand and laugh w her friend and just be a comforting figure in the back who everyone can trust and rely on <3 overall tho i see her as renjun

@nanasarea / nana: oh my gosh not to be cliche but nana is literally like a second nana/jaemin bc shes super caring and kind and affectionate and i honestly see her as a motherly figure whos always looking out for everyone and she has a heart of gold!! shes super easy to talk to but also they allegedly both share the same brain cell when it comes to the concept of time and math hehe

@lideria / dilara: honestly i think that dilara gives off jeno vibes bc i see her as a comforting figure who i can always turn to if i have worries and also a bit of jisung bc shes very introspective and mature. also i believe that once she opens up and becomes comfortable with a person which might not be very easy, if she truts you then she’ll be so much more open and expressive and free (like jeno’s trustworthiness + jisung’s initial reserved nature but openness)

@sichengsgf / lanie: honestly lanie reminds me a bit of chenle who brings up the mood whenever she’s around and she has so much appreciation for everything in her life not to mention shes very sweet and just kind of a bright person who despite all the things that might happen remains positive about so much in her life and i rly appreciate her updatesor just hearing about her day cus its relaxing and i feel like chenle isnt the most talkative either but lanie can do both cus theyre both people ppl lol 

@gohyuck / raya: hmm honestly i kinda struggled with this for a bit but i believe that raya is super chill and laidback and she likes to go with the flow like chenle! shes an extrovert but not always SUPER talkative but she loves to help bring ppl out of their shell cus shes always vibing hahah and also her strong moral compass leads me to mark haha hes very hardworking and he does whats best bc he knows how to be a leader but also a teammate and he knows how to let loose

@glossyjaems / louna: i think louna is a lot like hyuck bc shes the type of person to be very expressive with the ppl she cares about and is comfortable with but i feel like in the nicest way possible she needs attention!! and she deserves all the attention in the world <33 she loves bringing ppl tgt (aka w the discord server) and while shes talented she holds herself up to high standards like hyuck lol 

@heyy-sicheng / kara: oh my gosh my lovely beb i see her a lot as chenle bc shes very bright and sweet and adorable and i love her a lot like i bet if i heard her laugh the whole world would light up and if we met chaotic energy everywhere and screams in the street but also she has a kind of energy where i feel like shes not the most talkative but she has a way w supporting and uplifting the ppl around her to make them feel loved and comfortable and shes so humble!! shes very successful w 1k followers but she is so so humble about her achievements

im kinda super tired so i didnt do anyone else ;-----; but if any of my moots r curious just send me a msg in my inbox and ill be more than happy to match u w a dreamie!!! <333333 

#my moots #leyna.asks #tags #i love yall pls dont hate me if its inaccurate hehehehe #THANK YOU ANNONIE FOR LETTING ME DO THIS IT WAS SO FUN #Anonymous

[junionigiri]

bnha 250 - my ulcers! also!!!! LEAVE NATSUO ALONE!!!! T_T

my boy deserves better than to be used like this T_T story-telling wise i guess this is the fastest way to an endeavor redemption arc, but im not sure how to feel about all the emphasis on natsuo’s (righteous) bitterness about their past right before he’s put in a situation where he needs his father as the number one hero. but that aside, wow, what a suspenseful chapter. it seems that not only are we going to go deeper into the Todoroki family history, but also:

The Takami family history. 

So we are introduced to this shady-looking stalker character who thinks the world of Endeavor, named Takami. But not Takami Keigo (looks like an admiration for Endeavor might run in the family), but a different person who was old enough seven years ago to be tried and convicted as an adult criminal. there’s lots to nitpick about this character and his resentment of Endeavor for all the things he has. But what does Endeavor really have?

What Endeavor has is a family whom he screwed up.

There’s a continuation first on the discussion on the Todoroki family drama. Fuyumi is being awfully vague about someone who doesn’t think Touya is a family secret, but now it’s implied that Endeavor’s actions are directly the reason why he’s gone now. At least, as far as Natsuo is concerned. The most likely reason is an abusive training regimen that Endeavor subjected Shouto too, but that’s just extrapolating from what we already know from the previous chapters. It’s possible also that Endeavor did something else more extreme that made the family lose Touya, and I bet this fight with Ending will bring all that to light

That said, I think Fuyumi means well but it’s kind of unfair to say that everyone else in the family has moved on from this event but Natsuo. I don’t believe for a second that Rei has let bygones be bygones, neither has Shouto who still openly resents Endeavor--I mean, the kid told him to his face that he’s using him as a tool to become a better hero, and that his feelings are still conflicted. There’s definitely a difference between tolerating someone and forgiving someone and moving on, and I don’t like that Natsuo’s reaction is framed as merely someone who can’t let go? I dunno if I’m explaining this correctly, but that’s how I feel

(Also, isn’t it just the Todoroki family’s luck that two very perceptive kids made their way into their house to pick up on the drama? Deku of course, but also Bakugou who surprisingly picked up on Natsuo’s dilemma as well?)

There’s also a continuation of the narrative about the reality of what Endeavor has at present, which is a confused family trying to repair itself together. Mostly Fuyumi’s effort, as well as Shouto with the help of his friends. It’s definitely not a perfect situation, nor can it be said that they’re a happy family, but they get by.

Endeavor might not have anyone to process his situation except Fuyumi, but Shouto at least has Deku to help him sort out his head. :( But he is lucky that he has Deku, and to some extent Bakugou to have knowledge of what he’s going through. That kinda support is so valuable for him to come to terms with their past

(Wow, Bakugou really likes that mapo tofu. My excitement over him interacting with Fuyumi has not been for naught. Now I have an HC of them swapping recipes using Shouto haha)

So back to Ending--this bitter guy has only watched Endeavor from a distance. What he sees is a nice house with servants, a car, family members who seem to be doing well and healthy from a distance. He doesn’t know that Endeavor has to do the dishes by himself and that his small-ass car barely fits three teenagers at the back, and that his family definitely isn’t doing as well as they should be.

It just goes to show that the discrepancy of what the public knows about the number one hero and what he actually is is super big. we can assume from these that touya’s and rei’s fates are not public knowledge and that endeavor’s public image is probably more contrived than it actually is

in any case we see the ill effects of that by having someone who’s bitter about all his material possessions and--

The concept of having “something to protect”.

So... a lot of things to be said there. We know from this that Ending’s probably Takami the thief who was convicted 7 years ago. And we know that Hawks’ name is Takami Keigo. It’s easy to assume that they’re related.

What we know about Hawks is that when he was young he rescued a lot of people using his quirk, and he was instantly groomed from that point on to be a hero. But we see unexplained details, like how old Keigo was, how trashy the place is (is it his house), who his parents are, who gave him that Endeavor doll when he was a kid, what were the circumstances of the deal that got Keigo out of that situation to become a hero. Was his caregiver around already? Were they decent people or criminals? Was Keigo taken forcibly from this home into a better one? If this guy is related to Keigo, it’s easy to see how he would be jealous of everything Endeavor has, because he definitely doesn’t have a nice house and a family (anymore).

7 years ago, Takami the thief was captured by Endeavor and jailed until just before this chapter. 7 years ago, Keigo is 15 years old (if my math is correct)--the age where kids go to high school with hero tracks. While Keigo certainly doesn’t look 15 in this flashback, I wonder if these events can be linked together?

So this Ending guy, is he really related to Hawks, and if he is how close are these two? Are they father and son? As a villain, does he regret losing Hawks to the side of the heroes? Is that what he means by not having anything left to protect?

Additionally, the contrast between his situation and Endeavor’s continues to be intriguing. We possibly have a villain who lost his relative to the Heroes, and we have a hero who probably lost his relative to the Villains. Oooo how the turn tables

Anyway I said a lot of things, but ultimately in the end I have one thing to say:

If anybody hurts Natsuo I’m killing everyone in the room and then myself

Somebody please save my favorite jock from hurt pls hori im begging

#bnha spoilers #todoroki enji #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #takami keigo #todoroki touya #dabi #meta by juni

[hobiheavenly]

Karma’s Cravings

✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

✧ Multichapter, Coffee Shop AU, E2L

✧ Word Count: 3.9k 

✧Summary: Your life is going idyllically with your business with the exception of having to work with Min Yoongi who disapproves of your comercial tactics. but when one day a medium tells you he is to be the love of your life you are quick to shut her down but running away from fate can come with cause consequences.  

✧ A.N: Ok so I know I promised a Hobi fic to be my first but I had this idea and I just had to develop it. I edited this from a fic I did years ago but I knew Yoongi would fill this au with ease! hope you enjoy it <3

Part 1

Life was blissful. It was the morning peace that filled your heart with happiness as you prepared a fresh batch of new cookies. You felt proud of yourself for the idyllic peace you had manage to create. not just because you were doing what you loved but also because you were doing it on your own. even when it wasn’t easy to get to where you were you had finally reached that part of life you wanted to be.

At a young age and with the help of your best friend Seokjin, you started your dream of owning your very own coffee shop. Seokjin was the one who cooked and you were the one who made the designs and the names as well. To many, especially your parents, this was just a ridiculous idea. That you would go broke in a matter of weeks. Turns out, that same  business they doubted from the start was rising and booming with clients. And even the name of the shop appealed to them, "Constant Cravings".

When you searched for the best spot, you found a great space located near your home and was located in the best location for people who needed sweets and caffeine in their daily lives. One bad part, your new boss. Well he wasn't your boss, but he was the manager of the space where you had your coffee shop. His name was so bittersweet and the only mention of it made have the chills, Min Yoongi.

But today was not the day to think about the sourman that is your boss. Today you had a big gig to complete. You were offered the chance to make cookies for a big party that the owners of the space had every year for Valentines Day. You were especially excited since you would earn a lot of money that day. Bad news was, Seokjin reported sick that day so there was no one to replace him and you were left with all the work. Luckily enough you knew the recipe by heart and all you needed to do was bake all the batches for the party.

Once you got to the party, you put all the cookies in display and all of the most important people were there. The owner of the space was there, along with his son. There were many new people you hadn't seen before, great NEW customers! There was a woman in a big red tent, outside was a sign that read, "The Grand Madame Karma, she sees it all and knows it all".

"Yeah sure, all I need to know right now is if this thing is going to work or not, I really need the money"  you thought.

The day went on and the party seemed tranquil, and by that I meant boring. "Don't these people know how to party? All they talk about is business and money. Its Valentines Day! A time of love and caring, well if I had a boyfriend it would. Well, who needs a man when you have a successful shop?" you thought. Normally you’d speak your mind and not let any opinion inside you, but seeing that you would risk potential new customers so you kept your mouth shut.

It was almost over everyone was moving on from the event and really nothing interesting really happened. The red tent was still standing tall in front. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it’s the excitement of the unknown but you were still curious about Madame Karma. To make an excuse to go inside you went to give her one of her famous cookies and a cup of steaming coffee. You might not get a reading but at least a cookie never hurt anybody. Inside there was a woman, black long hair, around her 50s with long red nails to match her the red cape and on the table with the crystal ball right at the center. Typical. You gave a pleasant smile to the woman, offering her the cookie and beverage. Madame Karma smiled tenderly and felt relieved.

“Thanks a million my dear! Today is a cold day and a cookie is just what I need to get my romantic flow going. All I see in these people, or what they ask, is how their business will be. It’s Valentines Day and no one has asked me about romance!”

“Maybe because they are too stuck up to even think beyond their stupid computers. I call them "Informal Clones" they are too serious and superficial” you giggled.

“Now there is a great opinion I've been waiting to hear all day!” said Madame Karma, she looked at you and up and down “you know I used to have legs like yours, when I was your age.”

“Well you are going to love this cookie, it's called “Legs For Days", plus it's the shape of a cute high heel” You felt proud for your cookie naming abilities it was cute and sassy just like your brand was.

“Oh, god this is the most delicious cookie I have eaten, and trust me I have eaten too many cookies in my life” the medium laughed “What’s your name dear?”

“It’s ___, and I’m assuming you’re Madame Karma?”

“The one, the only, knows all, sees all!” she praised herself raising her arms up dramatically and laughed loudly at her over the top performance. “so tell me ___ how much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house! I was going to bring it to you earlier, but as you can see my business is full.”

“I always give something in return. Tell you what, how about I read you your fortune as payment for such a wonderful cookie”

“Sounds good” you shrugged. As you sat in front of Madame Karma you started to feel rather giddy. You had always been curious to find out about her future, but never had the time to go to an actual medium.

“You have a bright aura, my dear. It has a tight connection” Madame Karma took out a stack of cards and put them on the table “I will employ the card with you, pick out 6 cards with your left hand” You did as told and gave her the cards. After that Madame Karma put them in groups of three and began to read the first group “This represents your past. I see three people, two men and a woman, I'm guessing they are your mother and father and brother, am I right?” You nodded, lucky guess. “Well I see disapproval in them, especially your father. He didn't want you to open your shop.”

You nodded once more. “He felt that I should go to college and I said I wanted to do a project with a friend. That really didn’t sit well with him being that I was supposed to become a lawyer or even an administrator of a huge company. I never cared for math, I even sucked at it in school so it wasn't great. I went on to this business because it was something I enjoyed.”

“Well just as you mention  I saw that decision in here! Now let’s go to your present. I see a great success in your business, although I see a presence of someone that pulls you down, like a big spine on your back.”

Immediately you thought of the pompous arrogant Min Yoongi that always criticized your business place calling it a waste of time and that the names of your creations were too scandalous. What did that jerk know about creativity?

“what will happen to that spine? Will he go away?”

“Patience, my dear” said Madame “wait till I get to the future. Right now we are in your present. Even though your professional life is boosting with great things, I see your personal life is a bit contrary to it. I see loneliness. No masculine company, but…..”

Oh she knew how to peak your interest… “But what?”

“I see someone on the horizon…”

“Please tell me it someone nice”you begged. It has been a while since you had been on a date, and the last one was a total lame waste of time!

“I see, someone who is hooked into your professional life. Now lets see the last row, that represents your instant future” after reading the last row Madame Karma looked at you with a half smile “do you remember when we talked about that spine up your ass? I can see he is a man, close to you although not in a personal way. Maybe a work partner” she looked at you with a gleam in her eye “do you know who Im talking about?”

“I can think of one man that I consider a spine up my ass” you rolled your eyes “He is the one who takes care of the building.”

“Yes I see he is a man of power.”

“Yeah, a powerful idiot!”

“What's his name?”

“Min Yoongi” you answered “Can you tell me if he will leave soon? Tell me he is going to be transferred to Siberia? Antarctica? Africa?”

“No. On the contrary. His connection with you will change completely. He will change from "pain in my ass" to "I can’t live without him".”

You dropped your jaw and began to laugh your guts off “ Oh that’s a good one! You must be talking about another spine up my ass, because I know it’s not him.

“Sweetheart, I assure you that he is. These are the cards, and Karma doesn't lie. Plus, you can’t escape Karma. If you try to escape from it, you will be forever cursed. And trust me, you don't want that to happen” Madame Karma grabbed your hands and looked at you in the eyes “Min Yoongi, even when you think he is the most insufferable man in the world, is the love of your life.”

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Min Yoongi  was looking at you from across the garden and as he saw you, he felt his body feeling tense. There was just something about you that didn't feel right, at least not for him. He didn't understand what it was, but you were strange and you always got to his head making him irritated. Surely it was because of your notorious shop with all those extravagant and sensual names plus the way that you decorated the place was not exactly decent. I mean, who ever called a cookie "Chocolate Orgasm" or a coffee called "Hot, wet, and wild"?

The first day the store opened he went inside for a cappuccino so he could go to work, when suddenly you came to the counter with a great smile and asked him if he wanted the specialty of the day, "A Slow Trip To Pleasure". That happened less than a year a go and he still remember the way he had jumped when he saw such an innocent looking girl pronounce those words. But it was more the amazement of the tone in your voice and the spark in your eye that seemed to invite him as he had stood in shock. He had never been so nervous with a woman in all his life than he had been that day in the coffee shop.

If it weren't for the fact that "Constant Cravings" was the shop that produced more profits in the entire space, he would have canceled your contract a long time ago. Having you around caused too much problems. Especially since you were a complete opposite of him. You were outgoing and outspoken, while he was a calm person who minded his business and just prefered the silence. He preferred the calm of having a boss than doing all by yourself. Every time he would tell you that the way you sold things were too extravagant, but you would just laugh and tell him that it was exactly that extravagance, or more likely the sex appeal, is what sold your items the most.

True it as it may be, it was just too much and there were rules in the contract that established that you must control her decorations, but since no one ever complained things stayed as they were. But soon would come the day that you would regret this, since every time you changed your front window decoration you exploited more and more the theme of sexuality.

He looked around and saw you standing outside of the tent of the medium he had assigned for entertainment for the party. He saw your eyes, looking like two big crystals that shine like the sky in a hot spring day after a great storm. He tried to look away but instead he looked at you up and down looking at every centimeter of your body. You were far from looking sexy compared to the other business women in the party. In fact you were in your uniform, a white blouse and black pants. So then why did he feel so strange? It was ridiculous to feel attracted to a woman who he didn't even know on a personal field. But every time he saw you he imagine your lips moving slowly on him offering him a "Slow Trip To Pleasure".

“Are you going to visit the Medium?”

Yoongi shook his head, as if coming out of a trance and looked beside him. There standing was Hoseok, his best friend, with a cookie in his hand and a great smile, since he was always optimistic.

“Excuse me?” asked Yoongi.

“I said, are you going to go see the medium?”

“Naa! I don't believe in that gibberish!”

“Why don't you calm yourself down and have a good time? It’s your party!” Hoseok cheered him. It was true, he had organized everything to impress the owner of the space who wasn't especially fond of having a party, but seeing the opportunity to get new customers and keep happy his investors. He left Yoongi with the job and he put it in himself to make the best party ever.

Hoseok gave a small punch in his ribs and gave a sneaky smile to Yoongi “Seems like ____ is getting her cards read.”

“You know her?” Yoongi asked surprised.

“How can I not know the owner of the coffee shop that is close to my office? She is a very sweet gal.”

“Sweet wouldn't be the right term to describe her” said Yoongi smirking.

“You're right, the correct term would be "Intensely Hot"” Hoseok said with a seductive smile. A certain sense of jealousy began to grow in Yoongi's stomach but he didn't listen to it and looked at you.

“Hot? You think so?”

“Are you kidding? You're the manager of the space and you haven't noticed her?”

“ I've noticed her” Yoongi said deffensively

“And haven't you noticed that ____ is a hotty with a body? I mean she is so hot she could make a pool go on fire!”

“Well that may be true but her products and her technique for selling them left much to be desired.”

“Well its those product of hers that keep me alive! Yesterday I tried this new cookie called "Sugar kiss" and I'm telling you, that woman can make a grown man cry with them! They are extremely delicious! I wished she could make this cookie called "Wild Sex In The Back Seat Of A Car", I would sure try that…..with her.”

Yoongi looked at his best friend with a death glare and  Hoseok smiled innocently “Sorry dude, I forgot I was walking on your turf.”

“What in blazes are you talking about?”

“Dude, you gave me the death glare! That means you are interested in her. Plus you haven't stopped looking at her since she went into the tent. For one thing I'm happy that you finally are into a girl that isn't a total stuck up. Bad thing for me is now don't have a chance. Maybe she has a sister.”

“Ok I am NOT interested in _____! First of all, if I'm looking at her it’s because I'm trying to see what she is going to do next because she always wants to irritate me by doing something out of the ordinary. Second of all, I am not always interested in stuck up girls. And third of all, if you want her you can have her.”

“If you continue to say that I'm going to end up believing that, and just so you know you do date uptight, stuck up women, all the time! Every girl is a copy of the other! Boring to hell too. But ___ is not boring in any way! Good thing you don't like her cause I've been hitting on her all week and she has been sweet but just that, sweet. Could be she has a boyfriend.”

Yoongi got relieved that you didn't pay attention to Hoseok’s advances but suddenly felt frustrated that there was a possibility you could have a formal boyfriend. Wait, why the hell was he worrying? He didn't care for you personal life!

“Come on, lets get your future read! Maybe we can find out if there is a woman that can shake your chubber! I bet it’s ___!”

“Why don't you go and see about yourself” Yoongi said “You need a woman more than me.”

“I already got a date with a girl I met in the supermarket, her name is Momo and she was talking about Broccoli when I met her.”

“But you hate Broccoli.”

“Well for that babe, it was well worth it. You should’ve seen her body to know what I'm talking about. Besides you need a spin around the town, meet a girl that you can have a good time. When is the last time you had sex?”

“I am not telling you” the last thing Yoongi needed was his best friend laughing at his dried up sex life. He would die of laughter if he knew.

“Yoongi, either you tell me, or I'm going directly to _____ and telling her that you want her.”

“God you're like the nosy brother I never wanted! Two months! There! Happy?”

Hoseok’s jaw dropped “ DUDE! Your dick is going to fall off if you don't do something about it!”

“Oh brother! Do you always think about this or is the Valentines Day spirit swelling you mind and apparently your dick too?” Yoongi rolled his eyes “I am going to see if I can get a girl if it will get you off my case!”

“Ok, but let's have fun tonight, go see the medium, she can tell you about your love life! Maybe ____ can get it to be more fun.”

“NOT HER!”

“Ok but at least she can give us a clue to whom” Hoseok patted him on his shoulder and got him close to the tent and they saw you coming out. You looked at Yoongi and then quickly turned to Hoseok, almost avoiding his gaze.

“Hobi, I'm glad to see you” you smiled tenderly “Are you missing my double coffee with no foam?”

“That and your cookies” he smiled back and winked “they are the best things I have ever had in my life!”

You smiled back and Yoongi could have sworn that seemed to be the most seductive thing. Damn! He loved contagious smiles and particularly this woman had the sexiest contagious smile ever! Curse his bad luck!

“Min Yoongi” You said in a serious voice.

“_____” he greeted.

Seeing Hoseok and Yoongi was an odd match considering the fact that they looked like polar opposites, “Are you acquainted?”

“Yes we are very good friends since high school”  the manager said all serious.

“Now that's something you don't see every day” You laughed.

“It seems you are surprised to see that I have friends.”

“Well at least one who is very charming.”

“I can be charming. I am just not that patient with people who live to irritate me daily with their over the top decorations to a shop that leaves very little to the imagination. The mannequins I saw in the morning on the front window of your shop were completely naked!”

“I'm sorry but my mannequins are completely dressed” you began to protest.

“In an evident way like a slap.”

“Is that an invitation?” your eyes sparked with a flame of anger.

“I didn't know you had violent tendencies.”

“Only with people who irritate me and put me nervous”

“Speaking of nervous” he pointed with her index finger “your front window is….”

“Provocative? Interesting?”

“ Excessive!”

“Thanks for the compliment!” You smiled.

“THAT WAS NOT A COMPLIMENT!”

“Coming from you, the fact that you actually noticed the front window is a compliment in itself. Tell me did you really just look at it or were you so wrapped in yourself that when you were looking at your reflection you accidentally saw it?”

“Evidently our last conversation about the decoration was but alas forgotten” he rolled his eyes, his signature move, “Seeing as how you have such a short attention spam”

“Don't you dare insult my intellect! I know what you said! I know what I said! Don't come up to me with those airs of superiority and insult me.”

“Well if you can remember then you must have not heard”.

“I know how to hear and to remember, but I also know this exquisite word called "ignore" if you want I can get a dictionary for you so you can look it up! Oh and FYI you wouldn't know creativity even if it bit you up the ass!”

“You obviously don't know me”

“Oh I know you very well, Mr. Informal Clone!” you looked at him up and down with certain air of despise.

“I have that feeling too, Miss. I dont ever listen to my boss!” he said ironically, “how lucky for both of us.”

“I wouldn't employ that term in this case. But I see we finally agree in something!”

“I think it is the first time” he smirked.

“Maybe you should come by my shop, I just made a new cookie in the shape of a pair of lips” you smiled before adding “It's called, "BITE ME!"

Hoseok tried his hardest not to laugh but obviously it was in vain. Yoongi turned around and glared at his friend. Damn, he had forgotten about his friend and of Madame Karma as well, who was standing behind you. He scoweled at you and went to Madame Karma

“No thanks, I'm not in the mood for coffee. But maybe you can give hobi, seeing how he LOOOVES your coffee and cookies” then he turned to Madame Karma and shook her hand “Madame Karma I am….”

“Min Yoongi” she whispered amazed.

“Yes, well I came to see if you can tell me my future” he said without showing surprise as to how she could know his name.

“Your aura is bright…. exceptionally bright” Madame Karma said as she saw Yoongi's hand then she turned to you and made a movement with her head “____, dear, please leave. Mr. Min and I have a lot to talk about.”

Yoongi couldn't think of anything he had to ask Madame Karma in particulat. He was guessing that she would read some plain old cards say some mumbo jumbo and he would just nod. Then he would thank her and leave. How bad could it be?

Life was blissful. It was the morning peace that filled your heart with happiness as you prepared a fresh batch of new cookies. You felt proud of yourself for the idyllic peace you had manage to create. not just because you were doing what you loved but also because you were doing it on your own. even when it wasn’t easy to get to where you were you had finally reached that part of life you wanted to be.

At a young age and with the help of your best friend Seokjin, you started your dream of owning your very own coffee shop. Seokjin was the one who cooked and you were the one who made the designs and the names as well. To many, especially your parents, this was just a ridiculous idea. That you would go broke in a matter of weeks. Turns out, that same  business they doubted from the start was rising and booming with clients. And even the name of the shop appealed to them, "Constant Cravings".

When you searched for the best spot, you found a great space located near your home and was located in the best location for people who needed sweets and caffeine in their daily lives. One bad part, your new boss. Well he wasn't your boss, but he was the manager of the space where you had your coffee shop. His name was so bittersweet and the only mention of it made have the chills, Min Yoongi.

But today was not the day to think about the sourman that is your boss. Today you had a big gig to complete. You were offered the chance to make cookies for a big party that the owners of the space had every year for Valentines Day. You were especially excited since you would earn a lot of money that day. Bad news was, Seokjin reported sick that day so there was no one to replace him and you were left with all the work. Luckily enough you knew the recipe by heart and all you needed to do was bake all the batches for the party.

Once you got to the party, you put all the cookies in display and all of the most important people were there. The owner of the space was there, along with his son. There were many new people you hadn't seen before, great NEW customers! There was a woman in a big red tent, outside was a sign that read, "The Grand Madame Karma, she sees it all and knows it all".

"Yeah sure, all I need to know right now is if this thing is going to work or not, I really need the money"  you thought.

The day went on and the party seemed tranquil, and by that I meant boring. "Don't these people know how to party? All they talk about is business and money. Its Valentines Day! A time of love and caring, well if I had a boyfriend it would. Well, who needs a man when you have a successful shop?" you thought. Normally you’d speak your mind and not let any opinion inside you, but seeing that you would risk potential new customers so you kept your mouth shut.

It was almost over everyone was moving on from the event and really nothing interesting really happened. The red tent was still standing tall in front. Maybe it was curiosity or maybe it’s the excitement of the unknown but you were still curious about Madame Karma. To make an excuse to go inside you went to give her one of her famous cookies and a cup of steaming coffee. You might not get a reading but at least a cookie never hurt anybody. Inside there was a woman, black long hair, around her 50s with long red nails to match her the red cape and on the table with the crystal ball right at the center. Typical. You gave a pleasant smile to the woman, offering her the cookie and beverage. Madame Karma smiled tenderly and felt relieved.

“Thanks a million my dear! Today is a cold day and a cookie is just what I need to get my romantic flow going. All I see in these people, or what they ask, is how their business will be. It’s Valentines Day and no one has asked me about romance!”

“Maybe because they are too stuck up to even think beyond their stupid computers. I call them "Informal Clones" they are too serious and superficial” you giggled.

“Now there is a great opinion I've been waiting to hear all day!” said Madame Karma, she looked at you and up and down “you know I used to have legs like yours, when I was your age.”

“Well you are going to love this cookie, it's called “Legs For Days", plus it's the shape of a cute high heel” You felt proud for your cookie naming abilities it was cute and sassy just like your brand was.

“Oh, god this is the most delicious cookie I have eaten, and trust me I have eaten too many cookies in my life” the medium laughed “What’s your name dear?”

“It’s ___, and I’m assuming you’re Madame Karma?”

“The one, the only, knows all, sees all!” she praised herself raising her arms up dramatically and laughed loudly at her over the top performance. “so tell me ___ how much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house! I was going to bring it to you earlier, but as you can see my business is full.”

“I always give something in return. Tell you what, how about I read you your fortune as payment for such a wonderful cookie”

“Sounds good” you shrugged. As you sat in front of Madame Karma you started to feel rather giddy. You had always been curious to find out about her future, but never had the time to go to an actual medium.

“You have a bright aura, my dear. It has a tight connection” Madame Karma took out a stack of cards and put them on the table “I will employ the card with you, pick out 6 cards with your left hand” You did as told and gave her the cards. After that Madame Karma put them in groups of three and began to read the first group “This represents your past. I see three people, two men and a woman, I'm guessing they are your mother and father and brother, am I right?” You nodded, lucky guess. “Well I see disapproval in them, especially your father. He didn't want you to open your shop.”

You nodded once more. “He felt that I should go to college and I said I wanted to do a project with a friend. That really didn’t sit well with him being that I was supposed to become a lawyer or even an administrator of a huge company. I never cared for math, I even sucked at it in school so it wasn't great. I went on to this business because it was something I enjoyed.”

“Well just as you mention  I saw that decision in here! Now let’s go to your present. I see a great success in your business, although I see a presence of someone that pulls you down, like a big spine on your back.”

Immediately you thought of the pompous arrogant Min Yoongi that always criticized your business place calling it a waste of time and that the names of your creations were too scandalous. What did that jerk know about creativity?

“what will happen to that spine? Will he go away?”

“Patience, my dear” said Madame “wait till I get to the future. Right now we are in your present. Even though your professional life is boosting with great things, I see your personal life is a bit contrary to it. I see loneliness. No masculine company, but…..”

Oh she knew how to peak your interest… “But what?”

“I see someone on the horizon…”

“Please tell me it someone nice”you begged. It has been a while since you had been on a date, and the last one was a total lame waste of time!

“I see, someone who is hooked into your professional life. Now lets see the last row, that represents your instant future” after reading the last row Madame Karma looked at you with a half smile “do you remember when we talked about that spine up your ass? I can see he is a man, close to you although not in a personal way. Maybe a work partner” she looked at you with a gleam in her eye “do you know who Im talking about?”

“I can think of one man that I consider a spine up my ass” you rolled your eyes “He is the one who takes care of the building.”

“Yes I see he is a man of power.”

“Yeah, a powerful idiot!”

“What's his name?”

“Min Yoongi” you answered “Can you tell me if he will leave soon? Tell me he is going to be transferred to Siberia? Antarctica? Africa?”

“No. On the contrary. His connection with you will change completely. He will change from "pain in my ass" to "I can’t live without him".”

You dropped your jaw and began to laugh your guts off “ Oh that’s a good one! You must be talking about another spine up my ass, because I know it’s not him.

“Sweetheart, I assure you that he is. These are the cards, and Karma doesn't lie. Plus, you can’t escape Karma. If you try to escape from it, you will be forever cursed. And trust me, you don't want that to happen” Madame Karma grabbed your hands and looked at you in the eyes “Min Yoongi, even when you think he is the most insufferable man in the world, is the love of your life.”

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Min Yoongi  was looking at you from across the garden and as he saw you, he felt his body feeling tense. There was just something about you that didn't feel right, at least not for him. He didn't understand what it was, but you were strange and you always got to his head making him irritated. Surely it was because of your notorious shop with all those extravagant and sensual names plus the way that you decorated the place was not exactly decent. I mean, who ever called a cookie "Chocolate Orgasm" or a coffee called "Hot, wet, and wild"?

The first day the store opened he went inside for a cappuccino so he could go to work, when suddenly you came to the counter with a great smile and asked him if he wanted the specialty of the day, "A Slow Trip To Pleasure". That happened less than a year a go and he still remember the way he had jumped when he saw such an innocent looking girl pronounce those words. But it was more the amazement of the tone in your voice and the spark in your eye that seemed to invite him as he had stood in shock. He had never been so nervous with a woman in all his life than he had been that day in the coffee shop.

If it weren't for the fact that "Constant Cravings" was the shop that produced more profits in the entire space, he would have canceled your contract a long time ago. Having you around caused too much problems. Especially since you were a complete opposite of him. You were outgoing and outspoken, while he was a calm person who minded his business and just prefered the silence. He preferred the calm of having a boss than doing all by yourself. Every time he would tell you that the way you sold things were too extravagant, but you would just laugh and tell him that it was exactly that extravagance, or more likely the sex appeal, is what sold your items the most.

True it as it may be, it was just too much and there were rules in the contract that established that you must control her decorations, but since no one ever complained things stayed as they were. But soon would come the day that you would regret this, since every time you changed your front window decoration you exploited more and more the theme of sexuality.

He looked around and saw you standing outside of the tent of the medium he had assigned for entertainment for the party. He saw your eyes, looking like two big crystals that shine like the sky in a hot spring day after a great storm. He tried to look away but instead he looked at you up and down looking at every centimeter of your body. You were far from looking sexy compared to the other business women in the party. In fact you were in your uniform, a white blouse and black pants. So then why did he feel so strange? It was ridiculous to feel attracted to a woman who he didn't even know on a personal field. But every time he saw you he imagine your lips moving slowly on him offering him a "Slow Trip To Pleasure".

“Are you going to visit the Medium?”

Yoongi shook his head, as if coming out of a trance and looked beside him. There standing was Hoseok, his best friend, with a cookie in his hand and a great smile, since he was always optimistic.

“Excuse me?” asked Yoongi.

“I said, are you going to go see the medium?”

“Naa! I don't believe in that gibberish!”

“Why don't you calm yourself down and have a good time? It’s your party!” Hoseok cheered him. It was true, he had organized everything to impress the owner of the space who wasn't especially fond of having a party, but seeing the opportunity to get new customers and keep happy his investors. He left Yoongi with the job and he put it in himself to make the best party ever.

Hoseok gave a small punch in his ribs and gave a sneaky smile to Yoongi “Seems like ____ is getting her cards read.”

“You know her?” Yoongi asked surprised.

“How can I not know the owner of the coffee shop that is close to my office? She is a very sweet gal.”

“Sweet wouldn't be the right term to describe her” said Yoongi smirking.

“You're right, the correct term would be "Intensely Hot"” Hoseok said with a seductive smile. A certain sense of jealousy began to grow in Yoongi's stomach but he didn't listen to it and looked at you.

“Hot? You think so?”

“Are you kidding? You're the manager of the space and you haven't noticed her?”

“ I've noticed her” Yoongi said deffensively

“And haven't you noticed that ____ is a hotty with a body? I mean she is so hot she could make a pool go on fire!”

“Well that may be true but her products and her technique for selling them left much to be desired.”

“Well its those product of hers that keep me alive! Yesterday I tried this new cookie called "Sugar kiss" and I'm telling you, that woman can make a grown man cry with them! They are extremely delicious! I wished she could make this cookie called "Wild Sex In The Back Seat Of A Car", I would sure try that…..with her.”

Yoongi looked at his best friend with a death glare and  Hoseok smiled innocently “Sorry dude, I forgot I was walking on your turf.”

“What in blazes are you talking about?”

“Dude, you gave me the death glare! That means you are interested in her. Plus you haven't stopped looking at her since she went into the tent. For one thing I'm happy that you finally are into a girl that isn't a total stuck up. Bad thing for me is now don't have a chance. Maybe she has a sister.”

“Ok I am NOT interested in _____! First of all, if I'm looking at her it’s because I'm trying to see what she is going to do next because she always wants to irritate me by doing something out of the ordinary. Second of all, I am not always interested in stuck up girls. And third of all, if you want her you can have her.”

“If you continue to say that I'm going to end up believing that, and just so you know you do date uptight, stuck up women, all the time! Every girl is a copy of the other! Boring to hell too. But ___ is not boring in any way! Good thing you don't like her cause I've been hitting on her all week and she has been sweet but just that, sweet. Could be she has a boyfriend.”

Yoongi got relieved that you didn't pay attention to Hoseok’s advances but suddenly felt frustrated that there was a possibility you could have a formal boyfriend. Wait, why the hell was he worrying? He didn't care for you personal life!

“Come on, lets get your future read! Maybe we can find out if there is a woman that can shake your chubber! I bet it’s ___!”

“Why don't you go and see about yourself” Yoongi said “You need a woman more than me.”

“I already got a date with a girl I met in the supermarket, her name is Momo and she was talking about Broccoli when I met her.”

“But you hate Broccoli.”

“Well for that babe, it was well worth it. You should’ve seen her body to know what I'm talking about. Besides you need a spin around the town, meet a girl that you can have a good time. When is the last time you had sex?”

“I am not telling you” the last thing Yoongi needed was his best friend laughing at his dried up sex life. He would die of laughter if he knew.

“Yoongi, either you tell me, or I'm going directly to _____ and telling her that you want her.”

“God you're like the nosy brother I never wanted! Two months! There! Happy?”

Hoseok’s jaw dropped “ DUDE! Your dick is going to fall off if you don't do something about it!”

“Oh brother! Do you always think about this or is the Valentines Day spirit swelling you mind and apparently your dick too?” Yoongi rolled his eyes “I am going to see if I can get a girl if it will get you off my case!”

“Ok, but let's have fun tonight, go see the medium, she can tell you about your love life! Maybe ____ can get it to be more fun.”

“NOT HER!”

“Ok but at least she can give us a clue to whom” Hoseok patted him on his shoulder and got him close to the tent and they saw you coming out. You looked at Yoongi and then quickly turned to Hoseok, almost avoiding his gaze.

“Hobi, I'm glad to see you” you smiled tenderl “Are you missing my double coffee with no foam?”

“That and your cookies” he smiled back and winked “they are the best things I have ever had in my life!”

You smiled back and Yoongi could have sworn that seemed to be the most seductive thing. Damn! He loved contagious smiles and particularly this woman had the sexiest contagious smile ever! Curse his bad luck!

“Min Yoongi” You said in a serious voice.

“_____” he greeted.

Seeing Hoseok and Yoongi was an odd match considering the fact that they looked like polar opposites, “Are you acquainted?”

“Yes we are very good friends since high school”  the manager said all serious.

“Now that's something you don't see every day” You laughed.

“It seems you are surprised to see that I have friends.”

“Well at least one who is very charming.”

“I can be charming. I am just not that patient with people who live to irritate me daily with their over the top decorations to a shop that leaves very little to the imagination. The mannequins I saw in the morning on the front window of your shop were completely naked!”

“I'm sorry but my mannequins are completely dressed” you began to protest.

“In an evident way like a slap.”

“Is that an invitation?” your eyes sparked with a flame of anger.

“I didn't know you had violent tendencies.”

“Only with people who irritate me and put me nervous”

“Speaking of nervous” he pointed with her index finger “your front window is….”

“Provocative? Interesting?”

“ Excessive!”

“Thanks for the compliment!” You smiled.

“THAT WAS NOT A COMPLIMENT!”

“Coming from you, the fact that you actually noticed the front window is a compliment in itself. Tell me did you really just look at it or were you so wrapped in yourself that when you were looking at your reflection you accidentally saw it?”

“Evidently our last conversation about the decoration was but alas forgotten” he rolled his eyes, his signature move, “Seeing as how you have such a short attention spam”

“Don't you dare insult my intellect! I know what you said! I know what I said! Don't come up to me with those airs of superiority and insult me.”

“Well if you can remember then you must have not heard”.

“I know how to hear and to remember, but I also know this exquisite word called "ignore" if you want I can get a dictionary for you so you can look it up! Oh and FYI you wouldn't know creativity even if it bit you up the ass!”

“You obviously don't know me”

“Oh I know you very well, Mr. Informal Clone!” you looked at him up and down with certain air of despise.

“I have that feeling too, Miss. I dont ever listen to my boss!” he said ironically, “how lucky for both of us.”

“I wouldn't employ that term in this case. But I see we finally agree in something!”

“I think it is the first time” he smirked.

“Maybe you should come by my shop, I just made a new cookie in the shape of a pair of lips” you smiled before adding “It's called, "BITE ME!"

Hoseok tried his hardest not to laugh but obviously it was in vain. Yoongi turned around and glared at his friend. Damn, he had forgotten about his friend and of Madame Karma as well, who was standing behind you. He scoweled at you and went to Madame Karma

“No thanks, I'm not in the mood for coffee. But maybe you can give hobi, seeing how he LOOOVES your coffee and cookies” then he turned to Madame Karma and shook her hand “Madame Karma I am….”

“Min Yoongi” she whispered amazed.

“Yes, well I came to see if you can tell me my future” he said without showing surprise as to how she could know his name.

“Your aura is bright…. exceptionally bright” Madame Karma said as she saw Yoongi's hand then she turned to you and made a movement with her head “____, dear, please leave. Mr. Min and I have a lot to talk about.”

Yoongi couldn't think of anything he had to ask Madame Karma in particular. He was guessing that she would read some plain old cards say some mumbo jumbo and he would just nod. Then he would thank her and leave. How bad could it be?

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[alippy711]

Falling Away With You-Ch.20

Chapter Twenty: New Perspective

I heard the music trickling down from upstairs the second I walked through the door. Her voice had me frozen at the bottom of the stairs while I listened to her belt out the words to that Mariah Carey song she loved. I slipped off my shoes, slowly making my way up the stairs not wanting to attract attention as I loved catching her in moments like this. The bed was empty but I saw her figure from behind as she sat on the floor leaning against the mattress facing so she could look out the windows, just the way she liked.

I stifled a laugh as I watched the bed shake while she danced in place and I closed my eyes picturing the soft smile on her lips and the twinkle in her eyes as she sang out. I moved closer, making sure she couldn’t see me, taking in the workspread out everywhere. Her MacBook was on the floor to her left while a large math book was open on the other side and she had a binder resting on her lap with a few sheets of paper as she wrote her lesson plans. I could stand here all day just watching her work and sing to herself, but it was game day and I needed my nap soon. I quietly backed out of the room heading down the stairs knowing I would scare the living shit out of her if I got her attention in the bedroom.

“Babe, im back!” I called up from the bottom of the stairs taking them two at a time right back into the bedroom.

“Up here!” She yelled turning around, her cheeks flushing red when she saw me. I would never be sick of seeing that.

“Sorry, thought you were still downstairs” She smiled sweetly from her spot and I jumped onto the bed landing next to where she sat propping myself up on my elbows.

“How was morning skate?” She slid the binder off her lap before turning to face me reaching her hand out to run it through my hair as she waited for my answer. I sighed loving the feel of her fingers in my hair. She was the only person who had free reign when it came to touching my hair.

“Good, you coming tonight, yeah?” She flashed a bright smile, nodding excitedly.

“Of course, wouldn’t miss it” Her hand moved from my hair, down the side of my face before taking hold of my chin pulling me close for a kiss. Her lips were soft against mine and I was quickly caught up in the taste of her but she pulled away just as I was ready for more.

“Don’t give me that pouty look, im being productive and not even those lips can distract me.” She ran her thumb across my bottom lip and I quirked a smile, loving when she tried to get feisty. Lucky for her I had other things on my mind and wouldn’t test her control right now.

“I missed you last night”  

“You clearly survived without me” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“But I was soo bored.” I teased turning to lay on my side I heard her chuckle

“You know you have an entire team of friends, right?”

“But I can’t have sex with them”

“Oy Vey” I could hear the eye roll in her answer as I looked up at the ceiling while a silence fell over us, neither wanting to bring him up, both knowing it needed to happen.

“Just ask me David.”

“How’d it go with Evan?” I clenched my jaw, hating the sound of his name, hating thinking about her with him. It stirred an anger inside me that hockey rarely could do. I had never been a jealous guy, until Evan came into the picture.

“Calm down their killer” There was a light teasing in her voice as she reached out running her hand through the stubble on my jaw while I relaxed into her touch.

“Everything went well. I told him we figured everything out and that im with you now.” She smiled and I eyed her, not believing it went that easy.

“That’s it? He just accepted it?” Her hand dropped from my face and she looked down at her lap picking at her nails, a clear sign she was hiding something I nudged her shoulder with my hand and she shrugged.

“I mean for the most part, yeah. He obviously wanted to make sure this is what I want but I think deep down he knew this was how it would end”

“As long as he knows your mine” She frowned at my possessive tone and I shrugged, not really caring.

“Chill with the possessiveness, yeah? I hope you know Evan will still be around. Just because him and I aren’t a thing doesn’t mean I won’t ever see him again.”

“Can you make it that way?” I knew the answer before she spoke. Ash wasn’t one to let a anyone, me especially, telling her who to be friends with.

“No, and it’s not up for discussion. Evan and I are friends and for the most part that won’t change. Im not going out of my way to see him but I also don’t plan on avoiding him. He’s friends with Matt which means im bound to see him. You understand that, right?” She was in full on teacher mode and it was fucking hot.

“I love when you use that teacher voice on me” I smirked wiggling my eyebrows. She shook her head but the blush on her cheeks let me know she wasn’t really annoyed.

“D, do you understand?” I didn’t like the idea but I knew I didn’t have a leg to stand on at this point. At the end of the day I trusted her judgement.

“Yes ma’am.” I said.

“Good”

“Now, do you understand how badly I want you?” I dropped my voice low and watched her take in a deep breath to calm herself.

“I do, but it’s game day so that will have to wait until tonight, sorry love” She patted my cheek and I let out a groan hating this superstition. Last time we had sex on a game day I played like shit and we lost and ever since she refuses to have sex the day of a game. I mean I get it and I love her commitment to the team, but…

“Will you at least take a nap with me?” Her brown eyes lit up and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I will alwaystake a nap with you David, always.” She scrambled off the floor as I moved to the top of the bed to get comfortable.Ash grabbed a blanket and settled in, laying down in front of me wiggling her ass back into me as she got comfortable making me groan.

“Keep it in your pants Pasta” her giggle had me biting my cheek as I fought the urge to yank down her leggings and take her from behind. Instead I draped the blanket over us, wrapped my arm around her waist pulling her tight against me. I buried my nose in her hair, sighing as I breathed in the scent of her shampoo.

“Miluji tě” I whispered in her ear and felt a shiver go down her back as I planted a kiss to the skin just under her ear.

“Love you too, D” Her hand covered mine giving it a little squeeze as she curled into me even more signaling her need for me to pull her even tighter against me a request I would always follow. Being with her made me feel whole again and I couldn’t believe it took me so long to realize im in love with her.

#david pastrnak #david pastrnak imagine #david pastrnak fic #hockey fic #hockey rpf #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl rpf #falling away with you fic

[descendantofthesparrow]

The daughter of the honorable thief- Harry Hook x Reader- part 1

 Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

warning: offensive slurs

key

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

clothing reference:

harrys auradon look for this part

your gear for this part(when Harry can see you properly)

your hair (length and color doesn't matter its just a reference)

___________________________________

-Harry Hook POV-

It’s been 2 weeks since I've left the Isle to come to boradon, and it's …so so, most people here don’t think my friends and I belong a *cough* Audrey and Chad *cough* so they kept trying to get us in trouble. Like trying to get us to fight them, as it’s a threat that if we get into a fight we’ll get sent back. Weirdly enough, Peter Pan’s son, David, and the next gen Darling kids seemed to not care who was my dad, HELL! Even Wendy herself had decided to ignore my last name and basically adopt me. I’m not kidding! She sends me fucking cookies and shit!!! She invited me for brunch!!!

(and now we return to our regularly scheduled program)

Grabbing my math book and stuffing it in my bag, I sighed to myself and closed my locker, heading out to class.

‘never thought I’d be going to math class, hell on the isle I couldn’t count! I-‘

My thoughts were interrupted as I was slammed into the lockers beside me, turning I glared at the banes of my existence.

The descendants of the lost boys, five of the group of 10 grinning at me with malicious intent

“hey Hook!”

Glaring at them I tried to walk away, breathing deeply as to keep my temper in check.

“come on! we wanna play a game!” Calvin, the son of slightly, grabbed my flannel and threw me to the floor, my head smacking on the floor and black started to edge in my vision, my hearing also beginning to fade out.

‘godamit I can't fight back’

But they didn’t care, they simply just started to beat down on me, hitting my ribs and one kicking my face, pain exploded everywhere.

‘someone, make it stop, please!’

“HA HA! Come on get up Hook! I thought you were tougher than your dad! HAHA!”

“HEY, GET AWAY FROM HIM”

“SHIT ITS-“

The only thing I heard was skin hitting skin, and the yelps of the lost boys. Soon five sets of footsteps ran off and I felt a hand press to my cheek, I softly hissed in pain, and the new person yelled for somebody to get another person. I felt someone pick me up, then I passed out.

---

I could see a light behind my eyelids, moaning in pain as I felt the bruising on my face and ribs, soon I heard someone shuffling over to me

“Mr. Hook? Are you awake?” groaning and nodding my head I slowly opened my eyes, a woman with auburn hair in a bun, wearing a school nurse uniform, stood by the bed, staring at him with worry in her eyes.

“Mr. Hook? Are you feeling alright?” nodding my head I sat up and rubbed my head, feeling a bump at the back of my head.

“what happened?”

“you were apparently assaulted by some of the lost boys and Ms. Loxley brought you here after fending them off.”

I furrowed my brows and asked her who Ms. Loxley was “Ms. Loxley is (y/n) Loxley, daughter of Robin Hood”

I nodded and asked if I could leave the nurses office.

“in a minute, I just need to give you an examination and some medication and then your free to go, oh also your excused from classes for the rest of the week.”

I placed my feet on the ground and stood as she shuffled around the medical room grabbing medication and other stuff

“okay this is for your head and this is for everything else, take both once a day”

“aye, by the way, were is Loxley? I want to…um”

The nurse smiled and informed me that she was at the archery range “do you know where that is Mr. Hook?”

“uh no”

“okay one second”

She walked to the door and looked out and gestured for someone to come

“Mr. De’vil? Can you lead Mr. Hook to the archery range? He would like to see Ms. Loxley”

Carlos looked at me for a second a glint of fear in his eyes before it disappeared after seeing my bruises.

“uh yeah sure come on Harry”

I grabbed my bag that was resting on a nearby chair and followed Carlos (and dude) out the medical room and walked silently behind him, keeping my gaze in front of me, seeing Carlos glancing at me in concern.

He bit his lip before gaining the courage to talk to me, “so what happened? Why were you in the medical room?”

I raised an eyebrow at him before answering “Calvin and his cronies decided I was an easy target cuz of that stupid “vks cant fight” rule” Carlos Hummed in agreement “yeah Jay hates that rule too, he says it deprives him of the honor of kicking the dudes who insult the VKS asses”

That’s when dude decided to speak “yeah mal hates it too, she has almost snapped many times, but Ben holds her back” I blinked in surprise, I honestly forgot the dog could talk.

“I forgot yer dog could talk.” Carlos snickered, “yeah that surprises people still, it’s really funny when dude does it randomly”

I hummed and saw the archery range, I sped up a little, Carlos keeping up. “ya know, ever since you got to Auradon, you have gotten a lot less scary” I rolled my eyes, I know why.

“Maybe it’s because I can't do anything, I used to be able to do on the isle hmm~?” I pointed out, slightly glaring at the son of Cruella.

“yeah I guess” he mumbled, curling back slightly under my glare. I rolled my eyes (I seem to be doing that a lot) and turned my sight back to the archery range where I saw a female figure walking across the field, carefully aiming at each target, and hitting them with absolute precision.

“whoa” the three of us breathed, never seen anything like that before. She took notice of us staring and made her way towards us, doing her hood to reveal her face, smooth (s/c),(plump/thin) cherry lips, athletic body, (h/l) (h/c) hair messy and framing her face perfectly, those piercing (e/c) eyes staring at me once again, that’s when I realized, this was the girl I saw the day I came!

‘dang she’s actually really pretty’

“hello,” she grinned “what brings you three down here?” I don’t waste any time, “are ye the one who thrashed the lost boys?” a proud glint came to her eyes and she confirmed that yes, she was the one who saved me.

“oh well.. um... I…” dammit why was it so hard to say thanks! She giggled and waved me off “you’re welcome Harry! Are you alright by the way?”

“uh yeah, the nurse gave me painkillers and stuff”

“that’s good”

Carlos stood awkwardly before picking up dude, announcing that he was going to head to his dorm.

“see ya Carlos!”

“see ya (y/n)”

Harry only waved and turned back to you.

As Carlos left the two of you talked and Harry walked with you as you retrieved your arrows, soon you both heard the dreaded sound of other people, Chad and his ‘‘friends” walked around the edge of the range, laughing obnoxiously to themselves.

Chad looked around, saw you and Harry and turned to his “friends” and gestured to the two of you, the boys grinned maliciously and headed towards you.

“hey look” both you and Harry groaned, turning to look at the son of Cinderella, “it’s the dyke and the fag!”

Harry gritted his teeth, and your glare became deadly. You facepalmed at the use of the slurs, Chad was so narrow-minded.

“go away Chad!” he smirked “no I don’t think I will~”

Harry mumbled to you “why’d he call ye a dyke?”

“I've dated a few girls in my life so he decided I was lesbian cuz I haven’t dated a boy”

“ah” “Why'd he call you a fag?”

“im a pirate, it's kinda the stereotype that goes with it”

“got ya”

“you two fags done talking?”

Harry was really close to punching Chad, but he couldn’t cuz of that stupid rule. You glanced at Harry  knowing he couldn’t do anything, but you could, drawing three arrows you lined them up and glanced at chad, he froze like deer in headlights, knowing your skill, his “friends” started giggling

“come on girly!”

“yeah we all know archery is a man's sport”

“Yeah, I bet you can't even draw the string!”

Keeping your breath calm you spoke in a deadly voice, shocking Harry.

“you all have three seconds to leave and stop bothering us before I do something you'll regret”

“hahaha is she serious!”

“one”

“id love to see this!”

“two”

“shoot shoot!”

“three”

Drawing the string back you aimed at Chad, releasing the arrows pierced Chad's shirt and pants and pinned him to a nearby tree, Causing his “friends” to shut up, never having seen something like that before.

Harry jaw dropped open ‘holy crap shes good!’ you smirked and drew another arrow, the group reeling back in fear

“I warned you~” you sang,”now leave! And take charming there with you” the idiots nodded, unpinned Chad and bolted for the school.

You and Harry stood there for a moments before bursting out laughing

“that” Harry gasped “was amazing!”

You giggled and retrieved your arrows “thanks!! That was really fun!”

*briiidng*

Hearing the bell ring, you packed up and started to make your way to your dorm “hey! Were ye going?”

“my dorm, the bell rung, my free periods over so I gotta get to class, you should get going as well”

“Oh okay” waving to harry you exited the range before Harry called after you “(y/n)!” turning to harry you saw his face flush, “um,…thank you”

You grinned at him “you’re welcome Harry”

The two of you went your own way, Harry to his dorm to rest, you to your dorm to put your gear away.

Only one thought rested in your minds

‘why is she so kind to someone like me?’

‘who knew the son of Hook could be so handsome’

 --end of part 1-- if part 2 is wanted, please comment or message me.

@lunarwitch6 @holythingdragonpaper sorry this took so long

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[dragonasheswrites-blog]

The Heaven We Didn’t Choose, Chapter 8: In Which The Internet is Invoked

...And Sans nearly loses his edgelord club membership card. 

First: Chapter 1: In Which a Child Makes a Friend

Previous: Chapter 7: In Which Skeletons are Explained

Next: Chapter 9: In Which Dog Marriage Saves the Day

Click here for the story overview.

The next day went about as well as Sans expected.  He was once again woken up by the flurry of alarms reminding him of Undyne’s impending invasion of the apartment, but he made sure to have Attie up and dressed in ’training clothes’ before she arrived.

It was worth the extra effort.  Undyne had calmed considerably, having apparently slept at some point, but she kept eyeing him with a very...intense expression.  Attie demanded enough of her attention that she didn’t say anything, but he felt an overwhelming sense of foreboding.

Either Frisk had made good on her threat to talk to Undyne about Boss or Sans had messed up on his paperwork again.  Possibly both.  He was betting on the former, though, especially since Boss hadn’t come back to the apartment the previous evening.

This meant that Undyne wound up giving them a crash course in breakfast...literally.  The kitchen looked like a war zone by the time they were finished, with globs of oatmeal across the ceiling, floor, and stove top.  The oatmeal itself was full of dark brown flakes that made Attie wince every time she took a bite.  He made a mental note to look up an oatmeal-making tutorial on Youtube; there had to be a more efficient way to do this.

“No paperwork today,” Undyne said once she’d scarfed down her own portion of oatmeal.  “The queen’s doing the morning visit before she meets with the...well, with...important people.  We’re also moving her room and posting a guard outside.”

Sans blinked at her, slowly.  “...What are you talking about?”

She growled.  “Frisk.  The ambassador.  Queen Toriel is going to see her this morning to assess her status.  You,” she gestured to both of them with a strange figure eight motion, “stay here.  You can see her this afternoon if you get the all-clear, but text me first.  We’re relocating her to a more defensible room and posting a guard.  Make sure you bring your ID, ass-clown, or you’ll be locked out.”

“Don’t lock me out!”  Attie said, grabbing Undyne’s arm.  “I wanna see my mommy!”

“Oh, you can go on in just fine, punk; the guards won’t bother you.  They’re just gonna make sure no one gets to see your mommy without permission.  If a bad guy tries something funny they’ll beat ‘im up!  It’s for security, right?”

“Cool!”  The girl bounced in her seat.  “Can I be security for Mommy too?  I wanna beat up bad guys!”

“Haha!  You’ve gotta train a little harder than THAT if you wanna be in the Guard!  Ready?”

“Ready!”

“I’ll be here,” Sans said, staring intently at the last globs of oatmeal in his bowl.  “You guys have fun.”

Being lifted by his skull was a new and special kind of painful, he discovered.  Also, Undyne’s grin was even more terrifying close up.

“You’re not getting out of training THAT easy, nerd!  A little exercise never hurt anyone!”

Attie made a mad dash for the living room, screaming about training and friendship and how wonderful everything in her little life was.

The next hour and a half could only be described as torture.  Sans didn’t know a whole lot about humans and fish-monsters (or whatever Undyne was), but he was very certain that skeletons were not designed to bend in some of the ways she was trying to make him bend.  He could feel the strain on his joints; he was sure he was going to dislocate something.  It didn’t help that the stretches were interspersed with periods of intense movement, pushing his still-sore bones well past their limit.  He hoped Boss never found out about this; the big guy had enough punishment ideas to last him a lifetime.

He collapsed onto the couch when Undyne finally stopped.

“That was a GREAT warm-up,” she said.  “Now for the REAL training!”

Sans debated crawling under the couch.  There wasn’t a lot of space under there; his skull and ribcage would be a problem...

She laughed at him.  “I’m just kidding, NERD!  Don’t you know how to take a joke?  Hey, hey Attie, look at this loser!  He can’t even do a little exercise!”

“Mr. Sans isn’t a loser,” Attie solemnly reminded her.  “He’s a asshole.”

“You BET he is!  Anyways, make sure he doesn’t fall asleep, huh?”

“Okay!”

His phone went off.  Oh, right; he hadn’t texted Frisk all morning.  He’d get on that.  Just as soon as he could feel his arms again.

“Mr. Sans?”

His vision started going...a little fuzzy…

“-ey?  Hey?  Can you hear me?”

Sans looked up at Undyne.  She was looking a little worried or angry, one of the two.  He wasn’t sure why; he hadn’t actually passed out, had he?  “‘Mfine,” he mumbled into the couch cushion.

“Yeah, no, punk.  Attie, go grab me the bottle of green juice in your fridge and a cup.  Sans, talk to me.”

“‘M fine."

She huffed.  “You’re an idiot.  No, listen to me: you’re an idiot.  Anyone knows to speak up when they’re being pushed too far.  Except you, I guess.  Do you know what’s happening?  Your magic levels are so low you’re losing HP.  Slowly, but still.  You’re literally killing yourself.”

“Thought a little exercise never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, a little exercise.  We didn’t even do much, really.  Heck, Attie’s had more exercise over the past few days than we normally do in a week, and she’s just fine.  You?  You collapsed under your own lack of magic.  We’re not even practicing magic, beyond whatever’s holding you together and making you move!  You’d have to do...well, pretty much no exercise at all on a regular basis AND be super low on magic to get to this point.”

“Sounds ‘bout right.”

“And that’s why you’re an idiot.  Oh - thanks, Attie.”  She took the bottle of juice, poured some into the cup, and pushed it towards Sans.

He managed to get himself upright and tipped... most of the juice into his mouth.  It tasted like something that was brewed in a froggit’s armpit, but he did feel better after.  “...What is that stuff?”

“Magic-infused sports drink.  Good for the body AND the SOUL!  The Royal Scientist came out with it a few years back.  You never heard of it?”

“It’s disgusting.”

“I’ve seen what you leave behind at your sentry post; you have no right to criticize anyone else’s eating or drinking habits.”

Fair enough.

“Also, next time we do this, frickin’ tell me when you’re about to collapse, would ya?”

“Gee, didn’t know you cared.”  Also: next time??

“Oh, I don’t.  Someone needs to watch this little punk, though, and she seems kinda fond of you.  Stars know why.”  She ruffled Attie’s hair.

The kid grinned widely.  “It’s ‘cause he feeds me hot dogs and lets me do fun science and lets me color and takes me to see my mommy.  And he didn’t let Mommy die and he helped me beat Mr. Papyrus and stuff.”

Sans eyed her.  “...Right.”

“I told Undie all about the fight with Mr. Papyrus!  I have her phone number in my phone and I was texting her last night when I was supposed to be sleeping.”

“‘M I gonna have to take your phone away at bedtime?”

“Noooo!”  She flopped over onto the couch next to him dramatically.

Undyne laughed.  “Well, since you’re not about to dust, I’ll be off.  Drink another glass of that stuff, asshole.  Attie, make sure he does.”

“Okay!”

“And Vice Captain Papyrus will be back sometime this evening.  If he scares you at all, even just a little bit, you tell this worthless lump here to get you out and you text me.  Okay?”

“Okay!”

“Oh, and a word of advice, Sans?”

He raised his head a fraction.

“Walk around a little.  You’ll be even worse off if you don’t.”

The very atmosphere seemed to deflate when Undyne left.  Sans felt like melting into the couch cushions and just...not moving until Boss came back and kicked his lazy butt into gear.

“Come ooooon!”  Attie whined, grabbing the back of his jacket and trying to drag him off the couch.  She was succeeding.  “Undie said you have to keep moving!  If she says so then we have to do it!”

“Noooo.”  Sans dug his claws into the couch, trying to anchor himself without leaving obvious rips that Boss would scream at him for.

His phone went off again.

He reluctantly disentangled himself from the kid enough to sit up (though she wound up clinging to his back) and pulled it out.

Frisky Dreamer 9:22 AM Sans, I’m waiting for a check-in.

Frisky Dreamer 9:42 AM I’m calling Undyne if I don’t hear from you in five minutes.

You 9:44 AM Undie just left We were doing morning torture

Frisky Dreamer 9:44 AM Explain.  Now.

You 9:46 AM U know the stretching and the posing and the running in place that kindve thing The usual stuff undie likes

Frisky Dreamer 9:46 AM Training?

You 9:47 AM Yeah that

Frisky Dreamer 9:47 AM Don’t call Captain Undyne’s training ‘torture,’ or I’ll tell her you called her “Undie.”

You 9:48 AM U got it

“Oooh, ask her if we can come see her this afternoon!”  Attie said, leaning over his shoulder.

You 9:49 AM Kid wants to know when we can come see you this afternoon If ur up for it

Attie dragged him off the couch when no answer came immediately.  He reluctantly shuffled his tired bones around the living room a few times, but gave up when his phone remained silent.  “Uh, you’d better change your clothes, kid.  Maybe your mom’ll text us back later.  She’s probably busy, remember?”

“Oh, yeah!  Granny Ree’s visiting her this morning, right?”

“Right.  So let’s see if we can find something your mom’ll approve of, okay?”

“Okay!”

Attie wound up in a yellow and white striped shirt and jeans.  He mentally reviewed the fashion lessons from the morning before.  It looked...pretty good?  Jeans went with everything, right?  He couldn’t tell if the yellow was supposed to be ‘good’ or ‘bad’ for Attie’s skin color (all of that had gone clear over his skull) but Frisk wouldn’t have bought her kid a shirt that looked bad on her, right?

...Hopefully?

He snapped a picture and sent it to the overbearing mother, hoping for the best.

Schoolwork went better than the day before.  Sans was still mostly lost, but a few subjects (mostly Math and Science) weren’t too different from what he’d been taught in the Underground.  At seven years old, Attie wasn’t doing anything too complicated; he was able to follow along and help out fairly well.

It reminded him of teaching Boss, really.  The sad structure that passed for a school in Snowdin had burned to the ground around the time Sans graduated (in a completely unrelated incident, not that he hadn’t been tempted), so Boss had been deprived of a few years’ formal education.  It had been challenging to get an excitable babybones to sit still long enough to do a page of multiplication, but he’d done his best.

His best, he knew, wasn’t great.  It was probably the reason Boss turned out the way he had.

Attie, at least, was used to the routine.  She knew to check her list of schoolwork (Undyne had left it on the counter this time, and had removed the one she’d pinned up with the knife) and found her assignments based on the numbers associated with each subject.  It boggled Sans’s mind.  Teaching kids at home was, apparently, something humans had simplified greatly.  There was a whole system of what to do each day and everything.  It made remembering to text Frisk a little easier, too; he just shot off a text as they finished each subject.  Attie did the same, happy for an excuse to use her new phone.

Lunch was hot dogs, again.  Attie, predictably, demanded that Sans eat his all in one bite.  He initially refused, but...well, the thing she did with her eyes was growing on him.  He caved and swallowed his hot dog whole.

He didn’t sit still long enough for Attie to take a picture of him doing it.  She did her best, but it wasn’t quite enough.

Ding!

Frisky Dreamer 12:58 PM Sans, what exactly are you teaching my daughter?

You 12:59 PM Nothing were just having lunch

Frisky Dreamer 12:59 PM So bragging to a young girl about how you can swallow weiners is normal for you?

Sans squinted at his phone, trying to make sense of the message.  He knew ‘weiner’ was another word for ‘hot dog,’ but...he felt there was something he was missing.

You 1:00 PM Kinda i mean i run a ‘dog stand Dont really talk to the customers but sometimes onell wonder y a skeleton needs food Where r u going with this?

Frisky Dreamer 1:02 PM I can’t decide if you’re naive, stupid, or far more creepy than I ever gave you credit for.  Where is Attie now?

He looked around.  The kid was at the table doing more Grammar.  He snapped a picture.  

You 1:04 PM *1 picture message sent

Frisky Dreamer 1:05 PM Okay.

You 1:06 PM Kiddo what the hell is going on

Frisky Dreamer 1:07 PM You can’t do that anymore.  And stars, keep Attie from talking about your ‘hot dog trick.’

You 1:08 PM Uh y

Frisky Dreamer 1:09 PM BECAUSE I WON’T HAVE YOU INVOLVING MY DAUGHTER IN YOUR DIRTY PRANKS!!

Yep, he was definitely missing something.

You 1:10 PM U high again?  I have no idea what ur talking about

Frisky Dreamer 1:10 PM Stupid it is, then.  Look it up. NOT around Attie.

Sans double-checked that Attie was studying and not peeking over his shoulder, then opened the web browser on his phone.  He typed in ‘eat a weiner.’

Oh.  OH.

...Humans were disgusting.

You 1:12 PM So uh what the hell U humans r crazy Like what even Y would u do that with ur mouths With all ur gross fluids Thats unsanitary Like wow

Frisky Dreamer 1:15 PM That’s about the reaction I was expecting.  So NO MORE, OKAY?

You 1:15 PM I may never eat a hot dog again What the hell Y didnt anyone say anything Like do people think im some kind of weirdo for working at a dog stand Like theyre just in the store with other food Is that normall Is tht what huans do

Frisky Dreamer 1:17 PM Oh, you sweet, innocent child. You have no idea.

You 1:17 PM Y do humans destroy everything good This is a travesty against Science Like y

Frisky Dreamer 1:19 PM Sans, calm down.

You 1:19 PM O ok Uh So No more dogs for the kid

Frisky Dreamer 1:20 PM They are just normal food.  Deal with it however you want. It’s just that said food happens to vaguely resemble part of the human anatomy that a little girl DOES NOT need to know or think about. Just watch your words, okay?

You 1:23 PM O so im off the hook

Frisky Dreamer 1:23 PM Not hardly.

“Mr. Sans?”

Sans quickly pocketed his phone and looked over at Attie, holding her Grammar workbook to her chest.  “What’s up, kid?”

“Are you okay?”

“Uh...fine?  Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been texting for a long time now.  And you look kinda sick.”

“Heh, yeah?”  He gripped his phone, wishing he had some of that...what did humans call it?  The stuff that makes you forget stuff?  Brain bleach?  “Your mom was just telling me that ‘dogs aren’t good for ya.  So I guess that’s out.  For now, at least.”

“Awwwww.”

“Yeah, me too, kid.”  He was never going to live this down, he realized.  

“Say, uh, you done with your school?”

“I’m done with Grammar.  It was easy today.”

“Yeah, uh, great.  What’s next?”

Sans fought for focus the rest of the afternoon.  It wasn’t so much that humans apparently had some weird kinky ideas about what to do with their gross squishy body parts and fluids (though that was part of it); it was the fact that he’d lived on the surface for seven years and had never come across such an idea.  Did humans think it was weird that a monster had a hot dog stand?  Why had no one said anything to him?

Oh, right.  He was a rude, violent asshole who hated people.

That...probably explained a lot.

Still.

“Can you help me with art today?”  Attie asked.

“Uh, I’m not really an artsy guy, kid.”

“It’s okay.  Everyone can do art.  Making art is a way of showing other people how you see the world; that’s what Mommy says.”

“That sounds…” kinda whimpy, actually, “...cool?”

“Yep!  And today I’m feeling spikey!”

“Wait, what?”

“Do you have toothpicks and glue, Mr. Sans?”

As it happened, Sans found an unopened jumbo box of toothpicks in the back of a drawer.  Attie found glue...somewhere.  He wasn’t sure he wanted to know where.  “What now?”

“Now, we build stuff!  Here, can you hold this?”

Over the next hour or so, Attie glued toothpicks (and half of Sans’s fingers) into a spiked wooden death trap.  It was actually a little impressive.  The design was basic - a pit trap with spikes in the bottom - but the pit cover had working hinges that allowed it to drop open in the middle...once he disentangled himself from it.  They’d found a pair of old bottle caps, and gluing one on each side of the pit cover gave the two halves enough of a counter-weight to reset themselves each time.  She found a bag of grapes in the fridge and amused herself with rolling them over the top of the pit and watching them fall to their squishy deaths on the toothpicks below.

There wasn’t enough force to actually impale the grapes properly, but it was the thought that counted.  For a seven-year-old, she was well on her way towards carrying on the proud monster tradition of death traps.  Not for the first time, Sans wondered if he should be worried.

Then the kiddo surprised him.  She’d been rolling grapes onto the death trap, watching the cover open and close, and out of the blue she asked why it worked the way it did.  Sans hadn’t expected that, not from a kid her age, but gave her an overview of the physics.  She was trying to understand, he knew, but her eyes glazed over halfway through his explanation.

“...Well, that’s enough for today.  We’d better head out if you wanna go see your mom.”

“Okay!  Can I bring my deadly death trap of grape death?”

“I...think that’d be a bad idea.  You don’t wanna scare the humans, do ya?”

“Yep!  I wanna scare ALL the humans!  Well, except for the people at the Embassy.  They’re nice.”

“Oookay.  You don’t think the doctors are nice?”

“Nnnope!  They give you shots and take your temper’ture and do things that make your soul feel funny.  They try to bribe you with stickers but Mommy said that she got candy as a kid and that’s way better than stickers.”

“Eh, fair enough.  Put your shoes and jacket on and we’ll go terrorize some doctors.  Uh...without your death trap.”

“Aawww!  Why?”

“Think of it as...a challenge?”

Attie whooped a wild war cry and charged off to find her outerwear.  She really was like a little Boss in some ways.

He was sure he was forgetting something.  What had Undyne said?

Oh.  Right.

You 4:42 PM Hey undyne im gonna take the kid to see her mom

Capn Undie 4:44 PM HANG ON ASSHOLE

There was a long pause, and Sans took the time to retrieve his ID from where he’d left it in the pocket of his other pants.  He hated disturbing the sanctity of his laundry pile but showing up without identification to one of Undyne’s checkpoints was always unpleasant.

His phone gave a loud ping.

Capn Undie 4:53 PM You’re cleared with security.  Room 249, down the hall and around the corner from the old room.  BRING YOUR ID and we’ll have no problems, got it??

You 4:56 PM Got it

Capn Undie 4:59 PM And don’t even THINK about causing trouble or I’ll have you KICKED OUT.  You can sit outside while Attie does whatever she does visiting her mom.  I’m sure there’s a kiddie chair we can grab for you.

Sans narrowed his eye sockets.  “Hey, Attie?  You ready to go yet?”

“Not yet!”  Attie appeared with her shoes on, holding her jacket.  “My laces were being doo-doo-butts,” she said conversationally.

“...Right.  Okay.  Hey, why don’t you grab that death trap after all?  And some grapes; we can show yer mom how it works.”

“Physics!”  Attie screamed as she stumbled off to find her creation.

Sans grinned.

#Dragonashes writes #Undertale #Underfell #The Heaven We Didn't Choose #Sans #Attie #Undyne #Vague references to adult themes #Sans does not understand humans #He also thinks humans are gross #Deadly death trap of grape death

[monbabi]

Can you do them reacting to their S/O being good at baking but horrible at cooking?

ofc!! sorry it took so long exams have been kickin my ass

shownu

• u two are baking brownies for the boys since theyve been stressed lately and u wanted to do something nice for them• shownu watches in awe as u expertly pour in and mix the brown batter in the bowl• u always had some kinda magic touch when it came to baking, u knew how much sugar and flour to add in and when to add the vanilla extract• it just made shownu smile bc wow how cute is that ur working ur butt off for some sweet treats for him and his members• “hey (y/n) i’ll take over the stirring can u make eggs or something? i havent eaten all day”• u freeze and give him a smile• “sure”• u hand him the bowl and walk over to the fridge to grab some eggs. easy enough right?• u crack the eggs into the pan, not failing to leave some egg shell in the yolk thats starting to sizzle in the pan• u turn to shownu whos diligently mixing the batter, workin up a sweat • tbh he looks real good• hes totally shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants and to top it off, a cute little pink apron that looks like its gonna bust open at the seams• u lean against the stove, basking in the appearance of this actual adonis in an adorably domestic setting • unfortunately u totally forget that stoves are hot and pull ur hand away as it stings with heat• shownu puts the bowl down and rushes over to u, holding ur hands and blowing frantically at them• “babe are u okay?” he asks worriedly, his eyes watching ur reaction closely to see if ur in any great pain• u reassure him “im fine” until u hear the beeping of the fire alarm• “oh my GOD”• u turn around to see the pan totally covered in SMOKE and shownu switches the stove off • ur kinda upset that u cant even make eggs for ur boyfriend but shownu just chuckles and kisses ur forehead• “next time i’ll cook okay?”

wonho

• “baby are u hungry?” wonho comes into ur shared room where ur sitting in bed on ur phone. he wraps his arms around ur waist and nuzzles his nose into ur neck• u smile at the sensation. “mm kinda? what do u wanna eat?”• he gives u a knowing smile and u sigh and get up from the mattress• “ramen?”• he smiles and takes a hold of ur hand, stroking ur index finger with his thumb • u know me so well"• the two of u chase each other to the kitchen and u grab the very familiar plastic bowl labelled shin ramen • u rip off the lid and unlock the hot water dispenser, filling the bowl to an unsteady level where the water is teetering around the edges. u put the bowl in the microwave and punch in 50 seconds• all seems well until u hear some popping noises from inside the microwave• “um. babe”• “yea?” u ask, too scared to turn around and see what happened inside the microwave• “did u take out the sauce packet before adding water and putting it in there?”• “oh my g-”• BEEP• wonho moves u out of the way and opens the microwave, his face contorting at the smell of burning plastic and the sight of ramen sauce power all over the inner surface. some soup flowed over the top too• u laugh nervously, put ur hand over wonhos, and close the microwave. u head over to the fridge and take out a plate• “how about we eat the macarons i made yesterday?” u give a sheepish smile• a smile creeps onto his face and a goofy laugh escapes his lips. ur hysterically laughing and he’s bent over his knees, so thoroughly amused by ur antics• “man i dont know how u do it. but yea i’ll take a macaron” he opens his mouth. u pop one into his mouth and he chews then hums with delight• “these are so good??? what happened just now? are u the same (y/n) i know and love?”• u two laugh again and he puts u in a playful headlock and plants kisses on the top of ur head

minhyuk

• u got a text earlier that ur boyfriends gonna come home late so u wanna surprise him with a nice meal• u can bake a mean cake but ur not too confident about ur cooking abilities• but u’ve baked minhyuk so many cookies and cakes and cupcakes ur worried for that boys blood sugar• so after watching 3 youtube tutorials u try to make kimchi stew, one of his favorites• u roll up ur sleeves and get to work. u throw some broth and vegetables into the pot• u cut some kimchi then some fishcake some spring onions u get the pork out of the fridge• u think its going well • until u get a text from minhyuk that he’s on the way home• according to ur calculations he was supposed to be coming home late• shit• u do some quick math if u boil the stew at maximum heat for 2 minutes u’ll finish in time before minhyuk gets home so u crank that stove up and • KACHOW the pot overflows• soup is everywhere, the kimchi is on the floor, ur kitchen looks like a natural disaster• “honey! where are u???”• he comes into the kitchen sweaty from practice and ur just on the floor crying next to ur empty pot, food is scattered around the floor• “oh baby what happened?” he cooes at u and crouches down next to u, wiping ur tears with his thumb• u barely manage to get a sentence out• “i-i tried to cook u” u hiccup, “something but e-everything just fell apart” • he kisses u on the forehead and stands up to grab his phone• “well i like pizza. how about we order some pizza and we watch kitchen nightmares yea?” u flinch at kitchen nightmares. “okay how about we watch house hunters” u nod frantically and smile• totally ignore the mess on the floor• u clean it up eventually dont worry

kihyun

• u made a deal with minhyuk that at the next house party u were gonna cook something to bring and kihyun was gonna bake a cake to bring along with the food u made and in return he was gonna make a video of himself flicking a booger and post it on instagram• the problem? minhyuk knows u cant cook for shit and kihyun cant bake for shit • kihyun originally protested saying “he doesn’t want his house to end in flames” but after minhyuk kept egging him on saying he was a wuss, he threw on his apron and started reading martha stewart books• so u and him are in ur kitchen, face in hands and sitting at the counter• “why did i agree to this”• “why did i let u agree to this”• u sigh and slide off the stool. “i mean i can make like, fried rice right?” kihyun groans. “knowing u it might result in a call to 911” u shoot him a glare. “hey bobby flay at least i know how to bake a cake”• he scratches his head and gets off the stool. “how about we make this a competition between ourselves. whoever makes the better dish wins”• “ur on yoo kihyun”• its like iron chef u two start scrambling around ur kitchen, opening cabinets and packages • u lift the lid of the rice cooker and groan in frustration as u see a clean, empty container• kihyun indulges himself in a shrill giggle until it abruptly stops when he’s opened the last cabinet and found no cake mix• “u’ve got to be kidding me” • u hover over the grey pot, finally shutting off the faucet when the rice grains look like they’re drowning in tap water • kihyun’s throwing sugar, flour, and eggs into a bowl, trusting his “chef’s intuition” that he doesn’t need measuring cups for a mere cake• u throw the soggy rice into the pan and just start adding stuff u think will taste good together in there. zucchini, bits of kale, ketchup, leftover chicken that probably has been sitting in ur fridge for at least 2 weeks • it smells pretty goddamn awful but when u look over at kihyun u think u have a good shot at winning• he’s gotten green food coloring all over his hands and t-shirt and the batter’s completely runny• “how u doin ogre there”• “im never doing this ever again”

hyungwon

• u two are laying on opposite sides of the couch, sitting up to show each other dog pictures and whatnot• u see a video on instagram showing u how to make this yummy looking beef over rice thing• u lean over hyungwons knee, excitedly showing him the video and how u should make it for him• he gives u this knowing look • “(y/n) do u remember the last time u cooked something?”• “no why”• “i was taking a nap and u tried to make this weird chicken thing u saw on youtube”• “uh huh”• “and when i walked into the kitchen”• “yea?”• “i have never seen so much fire-”• u playfully slap him on the thigh, pouting. “i forgot to turn the stove down while it was boiling!!!” u huff, turning away while crossing ur arms• hyungwon laughs and sits up to ruffle ur hair• “but u made it up by baking cupcakes to give to the very nice firemen who saved our apartment”• u giggle and bring ur knees up to ur chin, reminiscing in the time u almost burned down ur entire apartment complex• hyungwon sits crosslegged facing u, staring at ur face• “what?”• “im just wondering how the hell u managed to do that”• “no cupcakes for u then”• he whines and the two of u share a laugh and settle back into the sofa to continue laughing at twitter memes

jooheon

• he never fails to send u a text asking if u’ve eaten yet and if ur free, to go out and get lunch together• its the sweetest thing and u decide u wanna do something nice for him• so u roll up ur sleeves and make a lunchbox for him. its kinda childish but it seems easy to make and for ur……limited cooking skills, its ideal• ur in the kitchen, scraping an egg off the pan as it burns to a crisp• “aw man that was the last egg,” u whine, looking at all the failed prototypes on a plate next to the stove• u begrudgingly roll up the burnt egg in the lunchbox and set up some lettuce on the side, trying to make it presentable at least• now time for the Meat• the last time u cooked meat was when u and jooheon were out eating kbbq and whenever the tongs were in ur hand u’d somehow toss the meat in a way that cooked it. lets say well overdone• jooheon had to call a worker to get the fire down even tho it was at its lowest heat. nobody on the restaurant knows how u did it• so yea ur not the best at cooking meat but hey second times the charm• so u slide the beef into the pan, satisfied with the sizzling sound that came after• now the hard part. knowing when to flip it so it doesnt slowly burn into charcoal. so u just keep flipping it mindlessly, too scared to let it burn• the beef is just NOT turning the brown that it usually does when jooheon cooks it and u settle for when the beef is a weird brown, pink, red—u dont even know what color it is but its 12:30pm and jooheons lunch break is about to start• u shrug as u pack the lunchbox. u made cookies before this mess so• u drive up to the building complex and climb up the stairs to his studio. u punch in the passcode and pop the door open• jooheon hears the door click and turns around in his chair, giving u that sweet dimpled smile • u show him the lunchbox and bag of cookies u’ve been hiding behind ur back and he opens his arms to bring u into a hug• “how did i get so lucky?” he kisses the top of ur head and sits u down on his lap• he turns the chair around and u place the lunchbox and the cookie bag on his desk in front of his monitor and open it• he has to stop himself from laughing, the corners of his lips trembling to rise into a smile. u flick him on the arm, a smile growing on ur own face. “shut up i tried my best!!!!!”• jooheon kisses ur temple, a small chuckle leaving his lips still dumbfounded by the mess of food in the lunchbox• “i made cookies?” u suggest• “yea we can share those” jooheon closes the lunchbox

changkyun

• u guys ate out at this one restaurant that had really good pork stir fry• so naturally u two went to the internet and searched up recipes to cook at home, inspired by the dish• after finding a seemingly easy recipe online, u and changkyun head to the kitchen and grab whatevers in ur fridge• oh by the way its 1 in the morning so theres no supermarkets still open • it sounded like a good idea at the time• anyways u two are jus rummaging through ur kitchen, substituting whatever needs to be substituted• “hey kyun we’re outta sugar”• “we have lucky charms”• “that works” • u and him lay out the shabby ingredients on the counter• pork? eh leftover hot wings should do• bok choy? iceberg lettuce thats been sitting in ur fridge for 3 months• but at least u have soy sauce• u start choppin up the lettuce, slicin and dicin and ignoring whatever wilted leaves u see bc hey food is food• changkyun: hey how do i start the stove• “…….ur kidding right”• u put down ur knife and walk to the stove, hesitant to turn any knobs• “um its this one right?”• u switch on the stove on the inner right corner which seemed fine to u…….until the roll of napkins next to it caught fire• “HOLY SH-” “HOLY SHIT”• the fire alarm starts beeping and u freak out and start blowing on it until changkyun shoves his hand into ur face. “DONT BLOW ON IT ITLL GET BIGGER” • “WHAT DO WE DO THEN”• luckily ur dating the son of a scientist so he grabs a pot lid from the cabinet underneath and throws it on top of the fire, stopping the flow of oxygen and u hear the sizzle of ur bounty napkins • u and changkyun breathe out a relieved sigh and u lean on him• u suggest making cookies tomorrow and changkyun insists on putting lucky charms in them• u roll ur eyes, “yea yea whatever lets clean up and go to bed”

#monsta x scenarios #monsta x reactions #monsta x #kpop #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun #i'll figure tht out later #me: doesnt kno how to put things under a read more

[postcards-to-home]

Pondering 2018′s Great Adventure

“A lick of hair from my lip brings the sweep of more to gather behind my ear. A thought is provoked, but a pause allows a listen. It is the flashes of the unrehearsed, the once silent now raw conversation that brings clarity to the spirit, unearthing the demons from our heart’s chaos. A moment’s brevity can last only as long as we chose to savor so. It’s a mouthful I choose to spit sideways.

My memories of the year’s past linger and drift between rivets of braided worry and a contagious feeling resembling both nostalgia and dispassionate gritt. We chose to laugh between sunsets that dared to enter the moons territory. Together we grew captivated by our twirling imaginations and the wanderlust we set out to catch with open arms. The pictures we took, will infinitely outlast the the smells and sounds once potent now empty. There was never a silence not at all profound enough to end our logic, it only heightened those reflections of moments we’d later cherish to which we ponder more deeply than ever before.

It all had to end and now to know the journey ahead is indefinite even after the waves stop and the music continues to move conundrums to the surface. Dodging coincidences and hiding out behind fate’s closed curtain is very possible in the grand scheme of things looking towards the future. I’d say I’m the devil with a halo who learnt how to fly from the inconsistencies of her own thoughts.’

The way my mind jumps to and from memories is a funny contortion of disproportions. Initially I started from the middle, projecting forward, straining to recall as early as March madness. It was the vibrancy of my pastel pink hair that might have dulled my memory from that time period. Now I recall from the beginning, the celebration or lack of, my 21st revolution around the sun. Sharing a few twisted teas at the local pub with my family and friends was all I could ever need and  want. That small bleep on the radar did nothing to prepare me for the immense emotions that would cascade through my inner self soon enough.

           Before leaving the US it was customary to take the time to see those who really matter. Visiting Nick in Rochester was an odd little moment thinking back to that lengthy car ride. It was humming along to Polaroid by Imagine dragons listening to Grace mumble about a boy confessing his love for her to that song that made me think ,“ Oh where will this year take you dear friend ?” I sensed a change was leaking into our lives yet again.

           2018 was the year I realized that maybe I do have a few issues with Anxiety. If vomiting before my flight wasn’t from anxiety then I don’t know what it could have been. I spent too much time fluxing between eating right and lacking nutrients from the clenching of my stomach. Baby steps led me to the outskirts of my comfort zone and each time I said to hell with it.I some how made it through. The flight alone, the endless interviews for things I’d never receive and the leaps of faith are which I silently pat myself on the back for. I somehow managed to finesse an international internship with as much experience as a newborn baby. I used public transportation by myself and only cried twice at the bus stop. As an empath, another term im beginning to identify with, I couldn’t help but feel remorse at the missed opportunities my friends struggled to accept. It was in those moments, my caffeine free morning crawls to work that I ‘d open facetime calls to my parents and think 9,600 miles never made me feel like a quality hug could be so far away.

           I never knew I could appreciate the company of strangers so fondly until this year. There sure were a lot of them but each and every story they cared to reflect on with me only made it feel all the more comfortable. I vividly recall an instance cruising along Jarvis bay, the glittering reflection of Dolphin blades and their giggles. Sabrina and I were talking about where I would be in the moment I am typing this all out.

“Nic it’s all about the life you build for yourself. You can go anywhere in the world and as long as you make your little community the way you want to be, it will be alright.”

I liked envisioning myself galivanting all over the world with no clear picture of who I want to be. More so I liked ignoring the fact that I would have to Hone in on a profession and relatively quickly. Don’t ask me what I like because its mostly unconventional and certainly not profitable.           

So I spent my days between enjoying every single moment of Manly and pondering what the hell is it I’m destined to do. Meanwhile my toes dug three inches deep in the worlds squeakiest sand. The bitching and moaning of my conscience grasped distant straws no longer a thoughts distance away but a million miles someplace else.

           Tumbling through the sky free falling and crashing through riptides kept the entertainment going. A combination of Luck, God’s speed and ingenuity never left the gang hanging low. Skydiving, surfing, River rafting through Satan’s waters, and dangling from perilous heights on more than one occasion kept me genuinely sane. I can’t emphasis enough if it weren’t for the people I drank vodka sodas and bumped Post Malone in public with then I don’t know where I would have been. Thank God for the buddy system and pairing me with the finest lady with in a 50-mile radius of Boston. As Alexis Hardy would say “Don’t cry because you’re hungover smile because you were drunk.”

Summers in New York weren’t so much a letdown as they were an adjustment. It was obviously Emily’s futon or grace’s living room couch where we discover the endless circles that appear in our lives. The occurring of moments that happened so many years before and only to complete the puzzle at the end of our college journey. Symbolism runs thick in our friendship as does speculation and a deeper understanding for the happening. We chose to reminisce on these fleeting foundlings during a time in our lives that may be our very last in Schaghticoke.

I had some pretty awesome times watching graces hot tub for her while maximizing the shed. Shed sessions with Nick and Jay will always be the highlight of the summer. That and Antique road shows on the weekends jamming alternative pop in the wee hours of the morning. Reuniting with my parents each night after working hard at the office (Hardly working?) that too will always matter to me because one day I won’t be able to plop on the couch and ask mom “what’s for dinner?”

What I realized most from the dynamic montage of moments and experiences I’ve been luck enough to be caught up in its always the people. I stepped into my last semester with huge doubts. New Semester, new roommates and I couldn’t even pronounce their names. My self-doubt enveloped into a beautiful surprise because not only did I live with two strangers and survive but those two people alone taught me incredible perspectives about our world and the differences alike we all share. From many late nights watching Live PD with Paige and many long ass hours at Stewart’s with some pretty wild customers I survived every single bit of it. And Math, Especially stats II.

I’ve spent a long time waiting for this moment, the part where college ends without giving so much of a thought as to where it will all lead. Fantasies of endless travels are fantasy’s of which shall lay to rest while the transition from the chaos to silence and simplicity before Work begins is easy as cake. What lies ahead I only have the highest hopes for. Right now, I am content at home with my two dogs while jay ends his gypsy days and takes up loitering at my place. My plans for the year consist of making $, watching my friends travel the world in search of something bigger than themselves and feeling like I’m in the right place at the right time.

With all my Love to my Friends &Family ,

Nicole Reine

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[warmau]

{Special} College!AU Shownu

major: statistics 

minor: business management 

sports: star quarterback of the uni’s football team!!! 

clubs: joined math club and at first everyone was like,,,,,are you in the right place??? but shownu was just like “i like math.” and opened up his stat textbook and started doing worksheets for fun. also it’s not a club, but he’s the RA of his dorm floor

first things first: everyone always gets the wrong impression of him. like,,,,,,,when they see him in the halls or walking on campus their first thought is like “oh. he’s totally an athlete.” which is correct,,,,but then they’re like “he got in on a sports scholarship,,,,,he probably isn’t that smart,,,,,,,doesn’t he rely only on his muscles?”

WELL WRONG

shownu is incredibly smart and when people ask what his major is, expecting to hear him say something like “undecided” shownu very calmly and clearly goes “statistics. mathematics is thrilling to me.” with the most serious expression

that if you didn’t know him all that well you’d think he was like??? mocking uptight math majors???? but he’s not,,,,,,,,,,he really actually loves math

and he’s so naturally gifted at it that he ended up having to do an independent study on probable theory because,,,,,probably theory I and II were too easy for him,,,,,,,

the stat teachers absolutely love him because he’s so forward and realistic about everything, he like,,,,,,,,he embodies math

i know that sounds funny to say given that he towers over everyone in his class, has shoulders as broad as the ocean, and can probably lift three desks up in one hand 

but the way he does things, methodically and without error,,,,,almost robotic,,,,,,is very,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Math

but don’t get me wrong, shownu has his charms

he’s actually super,,,,,like,,,,,,fatherly like he’s the parent friend of his group because he’s so realistic

but it can also be kind of funny because wonho and minhyuk will be talking about a party the sociology majors want to throw and shownu will be like “as long as everyone is back at the dorm by 11.”

and maybe it’s the RA in him speaking but minhyuk is just like “shownu,,,,,it’s a party,,,,,,it starts at 11 not ends at 11″ and shownu is like “that isn’t a good idea if you have morning class. don’t you have morning class minhyuk? i would recommend you not go to the party, you get grouchy with no sleep.”

and he means it with the best intentions but he sounds like a dad from a movie policing his young son and minhyuk is like I DO NOT GET GROUCHY and wonho is laughing his ass off like minhyuk,,,,,,shownu’s right you’ll just throw a fit in the morning and minhyuk is like no wonho not you too what are you my parenTS

it’s also really cute that shownu loves to like,,,,do housework. he’s pretty good at cooking (he calls his mom when he needs a recipe or hyungwon bothers him enough to get him to cook something specific) and he likes keeping things clean

sometimes people find him with his glasses on, studying a cookbook that’s called like ‘housewives homey hotpot recipes’ wearing an apron he got as a gift from jooheon and it’s just,,,,,,,endearing

because under that he’s got like sweats on with a fitted t-shirt and there’s his muscles,,,,,,you know Being Big 

one of the football players on the team joked that shownu should bake some cookies for them if they won the nationals and when they did shownu actually baked a whole bunch of them

and they were really good

even the coach complimented them

and like no offense but whoever said boys can’t be athletic but also adorable-y good at frosting cookies into the shape of little footballs was a liar. shownu exists 

most often, when no one is looking, shownu can let himself go a little and like im not saying he breaks out into song in the middle of his dorm dancing to shakira’s hips don’t lie like there’s no tomorrow

but if ioi’s pick me comes up on the TV and no one is around to watch like,,,,,,,,,,perhaps he does the choreography JUST A BIT 

shownu doing the pick me dance while flipping pancakes though anyWAY

he’s an all-around amazing student, athlete, and friend. like he can juggle practicing for a game, data analysis homework, and making sure changkyun doesn’t bring anything from lab into his dorm all at once,,,,,,,,we should all strive to be students like him

calls his mom every weekend and tells her everything he did to the last detail like,,,,,,,,,what an actual big soft teddy bear

but yes you,,,,,,,,,don’t know shownu at all really. like the mathematics department is far from your department and you’ve never really crossed paths with him

you have seen his photo all over the school website, seeing as though he’s always there in some article about football

and you don’t really care, even though every one of your friends is always going on about how dreamy of man the star quarterback of the uni really is

but you don’t have much time, you’ve been juggling a whole bunch of schoolwork and whatnot that dating,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,is that,,,,

plus big guys into sports were always loud and too self confident (from what you saw in movies) so you weren’t exactly interested in getting to know more about him

speaking of juggling a lot,,,,,you also had another worry on your mind aside from school work and that happened to be the stray kitten you’d found outside the uni’s library over a week ago

luckily the weather had been nice and clear so you’d been able to safely sneak over to feed the little kitten during the night 

always apologizing to it that you couldn’t take it inside with you, your RA would have your neck if you got caught with an animal

but see,,,,,,,this weekend it was supposed to rain. like,,,,,,really hard

there was a weather alert on all the roadways and people with saturday classes were all whining about how they’d have to make a dash through the storm to get across campus for class

but all your mind fixated on was,,,,,,,,the kitten in that little flimsy cardboard box wouldn’t last out in such heavy rain

so even if your RA found out,,,,you were sure that maybe MAYBE you could smuggle the little guy in through your hoodie and keep him inside until the rain passed. then you planned on putting up posters to see if anyone had lost him

so, on the evening before the big weekend storm you threw on the biggest hoodie you can find, take some canned cat food as bait, and go out to collect the little guy 

thankfully when you got there it looked like no one had yet found him,,,, you could hear his little mewing from the box and you were like hey!!! im glad you’re ok, taking out the food and opening it up

but before you could put the can into the box you felt someone behind you, their shadow towering over yours and you froze

“what are you doing?”

they asked slowly and you were like shit ,,,,,,,shit is it an RA??? slowly you turned and in the slight darkness you couldn’t see exactly who it was

but then the person was leaning over, their big hand going toward the box with the kitten 

and you grabbed their hand, trying to wrench it away but,,,,,,,,,,,,,you literally couldn’t it was like grabbing a wall why heck were they so strong??

but they weren’t shaking you off either and when you locked eyes with this huge, strong person you were like wait -

what

and the boy looking back at you,,,,,,you’d seen that face before but where,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SHOWNU???

and he blinks, looking down at your hand still around his wrist and you’re like UM and you drop it and you’re like “plEASe,,,,,,don’t take the kitten away the storm tomorrow is coming and i just want to keep it safe please don’t hu,,,,,,hurt it,,,,,”

and shownu tilts his head and he’s like “hurt it? i was going to take it back to my dorm.”

and you’re like ??????? excuse me no I was going to take it back to my dorm

but you’re not about to say that to this tall, muscular man 

and you’re like “o-oh,,,,,,,,well i,,,,i also,,,,,want,,,,,,wanted,,,,,to take it,,,,,,um,,,,,,,”

and you kind of shuffle a bit, feeling uncomfortable because again : you’re alone with this person who could overpower you and it’s just natural to be afraid

but then you see shownu carefully pick up the kitten, sitting back on his knees and holding it against his chest

and it’s so tiny,,,,,,,,it fits into his palm

and he’s like “i didn’t know someone else knew about him” and you’re like,,,,,oh ive known for a week,,,,,,but i didn’t know if i should bring him to a shelter or if someone lost him so,,,,,

and shownu nods and he’s like “would it be better if i took him or you” and you’re like “how much of an micromanager is your RA?” and shownu is “im the RA of my floor”

and you’re like WELL THEN YOU WIN MY RA WOULD MURDER ME FOR HAVING A PET

and shownu can tell by the look on your face when he gets up is one that clearly says ‘i don’t want to part ways with this adorable kitten’ 

and so he puts out his hand and he’s like “,,,,,,,,wanna hold him a bit”

and you’re like,,,,,,,yes,,,,and you cuddle the little guy up to your chest and you’re like “oh, take this!” and you use your free hand to pass shownu the cat food you’d brought along and you’re like “that way you don’t have to buy another one for tomorrow ^^”

and since it’s dark and you’re cooing at the kitten you don’t see how shownu holds the can, looking up at you rather softly because of how sweet that was of you

but when you pass him the kitten back you sigh and you’re like “ill trust you with him, but after the storm,,,,,,,i was thinking of making lost flyers for him or something,,,,”

shownu doesn’t say anything, but he nods.

opening up his hoodie, you see that he’s got a white sleeveless tank under it and once again there are those damn muscles everyone always drooling about

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and they do look nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

aNYWAy 

and he like puts the kitten in the pocket of the tank and you’re like it’s so small it fits or maybe it’s because the shirt is large because shownu is large???? whatever he’s the math major here

and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,ill be going then”

and shownu is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,after the storm,,,,,you’ll see him again”

and you don’t know if he’s like offering for you to come and see the kitten or if he’s just making a statement but suddenly some of the fear and nervousness you had about him and his ,,,, largeness,,,,, is gone

like,,,,,,,,,,,you can’t believe this but is shownu,,,,,,,the shownu from the football team who you’d assume would be cocky and mean,,,,,,,,is actually a Softie

(ding ding ding HE IS A SOFTIE)

and although you spend the weekend trying to finish up an essay and a project proposal ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shownu holding that small kitten in his arms keeps flashing through your memory

and on monday you can’t help but subconsciously look for him everywhere, even making a purposeful trip toward the math department

when suddenly, just as you’re about to give up and head to dorms you feel someones hand on your shoulder

and you nEARLY juMP out of your skin with shock but then you hear a familiar, slightly monotone voice go

“the kitten is ok, do you want to see him?”

and you turn to see shownu, dressed up in a suit, hair slicked back and a briefcase in his other hand and you’re like,,,,,,,????????? 

and you can’t help but be like “a-are you going to work?”

and he’s like “my minor is business management. there was a mock interview today.”

and you’re like OH,,,,,,fancy,,,,,,but also why is that suit so fitted ok not the point the kitten THE KITTEN

and you’re like “where is he? did you put him back near the library?”

and shownu shakes his head and motions for you to follow him and you figure out quite quickly that you’re going over to the dorms and you’re like ??? “is the kitten still in your room”

and shownu, who heads for the stairs of his building nods and you’re like gdi the elevators work fine but ok

and when you get to his room, the door is open and you’re surprised to see that the room is really clean,,,,,,,,,like way cleaner than your dorm

and shownu sets down the briefcase and takes off the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down 

and you’re like,,,trying not to stare, looking at everything else except him

and he pulls the little cardboard box off his desk and into his lap and picks the kitten up and you can see that the little guy is happy

meowing out loud and nuzzling its tiny face against shownu’s hand

and shownu holds it out and he’s like “here”

and you take the kitten, sitting down on the bed beside him and you’re like “it looks like he’s gaining weight!!! im so happy he’s healthy,,,,,”

and you see from the corner of your eye, a small smile tug at shownu’s lips

and then you see how the corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit along with the happy expression on his face

and wow ok everything you said before about not finding him adorable ,,,,,, weLL ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

but you’re startled when you hear someone come in and another boy is like “oh hyung, am i interrupting something?”

and shownu gets up and he’s like “jooheon, this is the other person who took care of the stray with me”

and you put down the kitten to introduce yourself to jooheon who looks you up and down and then shifts his eyes to shownu

and he’s like quiet for a moment before going “,,,,,,,,,,,,are you two a thing?”

and you’re like WHAT and shownu, with no change in expression is like “what do you mean?”

and jooheon looks to you for an answer (since his hyung is really so damn dense) and you’re like “n-n-n-no we just met on friday,,,,im just here to see the kitten,,,,,,”

and jooheon, who seemingly has a sparkle in his eye is like “huh, so how do you like shownu?” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s??????/nice

and shownu is like why are you asking them that

and jooheon just shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets and he’s like “that kitten is lucky to have two caring parents like you”

and you’re like PARENTS and shownu is like “kittens can’t have human parents”

and jooheon is like i gtg see minhyuk and kihyun right now immediately and you’re like who???? and jooheon is already gone as shownu sits back down on the bed and is like “he’s going to go gossip, ignore it”

and you’re like gossip???? about????/ us???????? oh my g OD??

but shownu is back to mindlessly playing with the kitten and tbh who cares about anything when there is a kitten involved

and somehow at the end of this, you find yourself with shownu’s number in your phone and you guys agree on planning someway to get this kitten back to their owners or to a good shelter

and you find yourself texting him,,,,,,,,,,about other things as well

maybe it’s because one day he asks ‘have you eaten’ and you end up asking about his mock interviews and stat homework

and shownu isn’t much of a talker, his texts are rather short and to the point too

but ,,,,,,,,,,,,, shownu is an extremely good caretaker

like whenever you’re over to see the kitten and work on making flyers with him

shownu makes sure you’re not hungry or too cold or too hot and if he plays music he keeps the volume low so as to not disturb you and he’s always telling you to sit at his desk and work on a flyer while he takes the uncomfortable floor

and he even starts to pick up on your habits like,,,,,you always forget your phone under your bag before you leave and he’s gotten into routine of picking it up off the desk and slipping it into your bag before you go

and he tells you that he bought the same brand of cat food you get for the kitten since you always bring it over

and then he tells you to work hard for your test coming up that you told him like a week ago

and shownu,,,,,before he even knows it himself jooheon is sitting with him in the dorm one night as shownu is finishing up the last flyer of his

and jooheon is like “you really like them right?”

and shownu is like “they’re a kind person”

and jooheon rolls his eyes and is like “yes, but you like them,,,,,,,a lot.”

and shownu stops coloring and he’s like “no i don’t.”

and jooheon nearly drops his phone on his face laughing and he’s like “hyung, you’re literally drawing cartoon kittens for this person and you even bought snacks that they like for when they come over. you like them.”

shownu kind of just looks down at the coloring pencil in his hand. ‘lost cat’ written in bold letters, clumsy kitten faces he’s been trying to get better at drawing scribbled across the paper

and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,oh

and you don’t want to admit it to yourself but god you even find yourself looking over at the football field as you’re walking past it to get off campus and go into the city to hang up flyers

and you can hear the coach yell from so far away and,,,,,,you can see him. shownu,,,,,in his uniform running across the field

and he looks amazing in the uniform and you’re like “Get IT TOGETHER” @ yourself 

and you focus on putting up the flyers

but that night you get a text for shownu and it’s like “were you ok today?”

and you’re like yeah!! i put up a lot of flyers but there’s some more left over that i want to put around campus too

and shownu texts back that he’ll help you and that you guys should meet at 1 tomorrow

and you get up immediately because right. you need to wear something nice,,,,,,,or do you,,,,,,,,,,,it’s just shownu,,,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,,

and you get back into bed and you’re like it’s nothing. you two are just hanging out because of this kitten that’s it

but when you see shownu waiting for you, leaning against the wall of the library in casual ripped up jeans, white t-shirt and bedhead hair you’re like oooooohhhhh here we go again with my heart skipping a beat and whatnot

and you go around campus with him and people are doing doubletakes, but shownu seems used to the attention and you get the remaining flyers up when suddenly shownu is like “we should put one up there at the top of the bulletin but i can’t reach”

and you’re like well if you can’t reach neither can i

and shownu is like “get on my shoulders.”

and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hold up 

and he’s like crouching down and patting his back and you’re turning a bit red

and you’re like “i,,,,,,don’t think-”

but he’s seriously not getting back up and you’re like, taking a breath and you’re like ok. it’ll be fast,,,,,

but wow ok getting on his shoulders and feeling his strong arms lock around you safely like GOD dammit why is he a perfect strong person

and you tape up the flyer and shownu lets you down so gently

and you’re just so embarrassed and flustered and shownu is like “we’re all done.”

and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,  “th--thank you for,,,,,,,all your help” and shownu is like “we found him together, we should take care of him together”

and you’re like TO g,,,,ether,,,,but you’re also like yeah!!!! but in your head you’re like after we find his owner though,,,,won’t that together not be important anymore??

but shownu puts down his head suddenly and he’s like “jooheon told me something funny.”

and you’re like ??? “like a joke?” and shownu is still not looking up at you and he’s like 

“,,,,,,,,he told me i liked you”

and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,um do you?

and shownu, running his hand through his hair picks up his head and is like ,,,,,,,,,,, “would that be alright?”

and he looks like a little shy kitten himself, his shy smile, his usually hard to read expression soft and his voice shaking just ever so slightly even though it’s usually deep and clear

and you want to be like is it alright????? it’s great????? it’s the best thing in the WORLD

but you’re also like i need to compose myself and you’re like “of course, is it,,,,,,alright if i like you too?”

and shownu straightens up, nodding slowly and you’re like WELL,,,,,that’s good it’s alright for both of us that’s,,,,a+,,,,,

but then you feel shownu’s hand against your cheek and you’re like oh what is he- is he going to kiss-

but before he can even lean in he stops and is like “no no no we shouldn’t in public”

and you stop for a second before bursting into giggles because fkhdsd how is he so shy and proper ,,,, it’s college everyone’s practically in each others pants all the time but,,,,,,,,it’s nice

and when shownu and you get back to his dorm, shownu announces that he’s going to kiss you for real this time

and you’re like you don’t have to say it,,,,you can just do it and he’s like im sorry i just wanted to check and you’re like ksdhgjfs how are you SO CUTE

and you feel so safe and protected when he pulls you into his arms by your waist and nuzzles his nose against yours before softly pressing his lips to your own

and you’re like,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,,,,he’s so,,,,,,,,careful with how he kisses it’s like he doesn’t want to break you

and you literally have to be the one to take the lead and shownu when he pulls back has got wide eyes and you’re like “too much??” but he just shakes his head and leans in again

jooheon walks in on you two basically making out and he’s like “i KNEW IT” and you want to say something but shownu is too busy telling jooheon to get out while also trying to pull your shirt back down

and it’s a mess

but do believe the entire campus knows two seconds later that you and shownu are an Item

mostly because jooheon looked so giddy that kihyun was just like “oh shownu is dating now?” and jooheon was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING

and kihyun was like ur face gave it away loser

and you get a flurry of texts from literally everyone you know on campus demanding you tell them the story of how you met and how in the world you scored THE QUARTERBACK of the uni’s basketball team

and you’re like “we meet,,,,,,,because we’re both good people also yes he’s the quarterback but did you know he’s a stat major and also a pretty ok cook he’s actually a lot more than just a buff dude appreciate my MAN”

and you both still concentrate on hoping to find the owner of the lost kitten,,,,and it’s only after you get a call from a very VERY happy mother saying she’d been looking for her daughters kitten who managed to escape only days after they’d brought her home

do you and shownu succeed in your mission to save the kitten and celebrate with a cute date to the nearby diner were you sit beside him, his arm around your shoulder and you feed him fries and you guys look through the pictures you’d taken of the kitten before you gave him back to the mom

and shownu has a lot of games thanks to how popular the uni’s football team is and even though you’ve never been a big fan of the sport - you go whenever you can and watch shownu intently, getting worked up when he falls over or gets tackled

and when you see him after, you practically push through the crowds to get to him

and when you do, he has to literally catch you because you’re like “are you hurt???? im so worried that tackle looked so painful???”

and shownu just smiles, kissing your forehead and telling you he’s fine

but shownu does the same with you,,,,,tbh if he doesn’t see you for a week and you finally meetup just to cuddle under the blankets and study for your classes you hear him whisper against your hair

that you’re so important, and that not having you near him makes him feel like he can’t be completely calm

that you relax him, with kisses to his lips that remind him that you’re ok

and it’s minhyuk who remembers you and shownu’s 100th day and he gets everyone together to throw you guys a surprise party

and you and shownu both have no clue until you walk into the common room and the lights come up and there’s wonho in a party hat, kihyun throwing confetti in your face and hyungwon holding a cake. jooheon puts headbands with hearts on them on your head and changkyun puts on some sappy love song and everyone is chanting that you two kiss

and you’re both like “we forgot today was our 100th dat” and minhyuk is like LMAO BUT I DIDNT NOW KISS wonho get the camera ready

and it’s cute you and shownu kiss, getting embarrassed because it’s infront of everyone while jooheon is like “they didn’t look that embarrassed when i walked in on the- ok hyung please don’t kill mE”

and you guys are supposed to cut the cake but you get some icing on shownu’s cheek and he puts some on your nose

and you guys even up with a mess

but it’s fun, all your friends and his friends are there supporting you

and, like the good RA he is, shownu ends the party before midnight and minhyuk is like “dammit i wanted to karoke love will go on for you two but whatever”

and once everyone is gone jooheon ‘casually’ lets shownu know that he’ll be staying over at minhyuk’s place tonight

and shownu is holding you as you’re together in his dorm,,,,and you’re like “a good RA should tell me i can’t be here,,,,,,,,” and shownu is like “i don’t want to be a good RA, right now”

and tbh,,,,,,shownu is strong and looks like he could break wood with his hand but his touch is literally the most tender,,,,,,compassionate,,,,,feeling

and his lips over yours makes you feel that he’s kissing a treasure, something so sacred and important

and you really feel connected to him because shownu never lets your hand go

and after he’s kissing up your jaw, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead

and you just can’t with how amazing he is you literally get on top and start kissing him again and shownu is like!!!!!!!!!!! but he isn’t going to say no,,,,,,,he really loves your enthusiasm

and you wear shownu’s jersey as a joke one day but shownu seriously gets addicted to the sight and keeps trying to get you to wear it again

and you guys aren’t a PDA, loud couple you’re just subtle and caring and shownu prioritizes you like the angelic boyfriend he is

and you’ll be like “oh i really crave korean food” and shownu will be like “korean food it is” and changkyun is like “i want burger-” and shownu is like “korean food changkyun, korean. food.”

and you’re like im sorry to changkyun as shownu takes your hand and changkyun is just like,,,,,,,we’re not shownu’s number ones anymore sniffles

even if you don’t do sports you got a matching tracksuit with shownu and he would most definitely be like “let’s start working out together”

except his routine could kill any normal person and so you’re like “please spare me, but i will try my best”

shownu really loves going to the beach but everytime you guys go as a group he’s like “wear a hoodie”

and you’re like “it’s 90 degrees out”

and shownu is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “still. put a towel over yourself” and you’re like oh my god

studies his stat homework in his sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, shownu please shush

the kind of boyfriend where even if you burnt all the food you made him he’d eat it with a smile and ask for more and you’re his absolute everything. you’re his warmth

(literally called you the warmth of his heart and hyungwon was like bro,,,,,that’s so poetic,,,,,,,,,,,i never knew you had it in you) 

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