#even though he cant walk in the sun...in a way it makes it happier for me to see

[milkteahood]

Can I make a weird request. Kinda like a next day after intimacy with brahms, it just the roles switched and brahms having to take care of the reader cause the cant walk. I just think it be funny and fluffy. Also he doesnt know many chores so the next day it be up to us to clean up 😂

Note: I haven’t realized I have so many requests in my inbox since I was not here much, so my apologies for the delay lol anywayyyyy I love this idea

days with you

Brahms x reader

As the morning sun broke through the window, you found yourself gently rolling over and away from it. Although it wasn’t long until an arm wrapped itself around you and pulled you closer. Brahms pressed himself against your back, his nose nuzzling your hair. It was quite cute, you thought to yourself, that even in his sleep, he can’t stand being too far from you. As you slowly opened your eyes, and the soreness hit your body, you started to recall the events that brought you into this situation.

Your memories were slightly foggy, maybe due to the lack of feeling in your legs, or maybe you were still too tired to think straight. Either way, you didn’t care too much, for even the little clarity you had that early morning was enough to fill your stomach with butterflies.

“No Brahms! How many times do I have to tell you? Throwing tantrums isn’t going to make me want to help you with any chores!” you yelled around the room, hearing his footsteps in the walls.

He didn’t talk much, not when he was angry anyway. After some years spent together, you decided it was time he learns how to do chores himself too. Initially he didn’t take it well, but it was understandable, all his life he had people do things for him. After a while though, he started to help, he realized it made you happy and realized that the happier you were, the more you will praise him and do what he wants.

“Stop acting this way! I’m tired too! And I’m done with your crap!” you yelled again, but this time, there were no footsteps. Was he ignoring you? The thought of it made you even angrier and for once, you weren’t going to go after him. And so you didn’t. You continued with your day, with no Brahms in sight.

As the night approached, you started to feel bad and worry. He didn’t come out for dinner, didn’t come for a shower, didn’t come in the room as you were changing. You realized he was probably really sad or really angry and you didn’t know which was worse. Either way it was you who’d have to deal with the tantrums. But to his credit, ever since you two became a thing, he has tried to get better. Which is why he didn’t break half the house in rage, but preferred to keep his distance.

You decided you had to find him. Both of you had a whole day to cool down and it was time to talk. As you made your way through the walls and to his old room, you found him sitting on the bed. Even with his mask on you could feel him stare right into your soul.

“Brahms..” you said.

“Leave.” he responded, his deep voice filling the room.

“I’m not leaving until we talk” you stood your ground.

He didn’t respond, just stood up and started to talk towards you. “Leave” he repeated, heavier this time. Yes, he was trying to intimidate you, you it was having the opposite effect. He stood there, towering over you. It was moments like these your height difference hit you. You just kept looking at him and you could feel him tense up. Was he really that angry with you?

Without realizing, your hand ended up resting on the side of his mask. But it was just for a moment, because he grabbed your hand and pushed it away. You looked at your hand and then at him again, even in his anger he was still being gentle. You didn’t want to keep poking the bear, but you also didn’t want to leave things as they were, so, in a very little thought decision, you ripped his mask off and kissed him. Your heart stopped for a second, lips on his, not moving at all. You only felt yourself breathe again when he kissed you back, although it was a very angry and eager kiss. His big hand holding you by the back of your head, keeping you in place, while your arms wrapped themselves around his neck. The kiss was hungry, full on emotion, and you knew in that moment you weren’t going to be able to walk the next morning.

“Brahms..” you said, rolling over to face him, gently tracing his features with your finger.

“Hm?” he mumbled, in a mix of child like voice and adult.

“It’s starting to get late, we should get up”

“I don’t want to, Y/N” he responded with the voice of a child.

“Well, I’m hungry” you pleated, giving him a smile.

After some back and forth he stood up and you did too, or better said, you tried too. Because the second your legs were forced to support you, they gave up on you. As your body met the floor, Brahms turned to you worried and kneeled down.

“Y/N?” his voice was concerned, eyes widened, looking at you

“I’m fine... I can’t feel my legs..”

He looked at you for a while, worried at first, not knowing what was wrong. As he saw you rub your lower abdomen, it hit him, and worry turned into a smirk as he helped you up and back in the bed.

“Rest” he said, and kissed the top of your head.

“So you’ll do the chores today?” you smirked, getting comfortable again, almost rubbing it in his face that he did it to himself.

As realization hit him, he bit his tongue. He was going to have to do the chores himself. He knew how to do his chores, but he had no idea about yours. He didn’t know white clothes shouldn’t be washed together with red ones, so now he got himself a few pink shirts. Nor he had any idea how long you’re supposed to cook something for, granted, a little burnt and crispy meal wasn’t gonna kill anyone.

Brahms didn’t go a few hours before coming back into your shared room and pick you up, still completely naked, and carry you downstairs. He didn’t say anything but you knew he needed help. The day consisting of him carrying you around and you pointing out to him how everything needed to be done, trying not to think too much about the rest of the messes you would have to clean up the next day.

You tried your best not to chuckle when he did something stupid, you knew that would hurt him. Instead you opted for encouragements, seeing that always worked with Brahms. The more you praise him, the more likely he is to do what you want. It kept him happy and gave you some peace.

As the day went by, your legs started to feel better and so you tried to help him here and there. Ultimately you found yourself in bed again, his head nuzzling your chest. You gazed at him, taking in his features and your nails gently scratched his back. Being around Brahms did have its ups and downs, but he was trying and he was slowly getting better and that’s what really mattered to you.

#milkteas asks #brahms heelshire #brahms x you #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire x you #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms the boy #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slasher fanfiction #brahms x y/n #slashers x you #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n

[slayingqueenchal]

Why? | Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Warnings : angst, female pronouns, first person pov, edmunds an asshole, I summed up some of narnia

"Ed, what if we don't.. We don't see each other anymore? " I said.

"We will, we have to" He hugged me. Then we kissed our, might be our last kiss.

"Y/n, Edmund has to go now" Said aslan and i nodded.

I went to my brother Caspian, who was sobbing too.

Then, one by one, they went in, until we cant see them anymore.

Aslan nodded, and the people understand, they all slowly started to go back to their own houses.

After that, without even saying 'I'm going to go' or 'I'm sorry I have to go' to Aslan, I instead ran to my room, and shut the door.

I sobbed, why?

Why did I have to go through this?, was he even real?

I stood up, took everything that is from the Pevensies, and put them in a wooden box.

I took everything, from the drawings I made with Lucy, Susans hair tie, the cloth of Peters clothes when he accidentally hit me with the sword when we all first met, and Edmunds 'confession' letter.

I closed the box, then, I locked it.

I put the key on my table.

I went to the door. But then, the feeling of 'loosing' someone you loved hits hard. From that day on, you and caspian, became.. Somewhat depressed.

After two years, there was less crying, yes, crying maybe once in awhile but, we were stable.

Caspian was in meetings, sometimes too busy to tell me.

"Y/n, pack your things, were going to search for the Lord's" Said caspian

What?

"What? " I said in pure confusion. It was at the middle of the night

"Seriously, Caspian, it's midnight" I said.

"Come onnn, wake up" He said and I got up, and he helped me pack my stuffs.

"Oh yeah, I can pack with my own now, thanks for helping though" I said and he got out.

I walked to mu wardrobe, took a dusty wooden box. I cleaned the dust off. I took the key, tossed them and I closed the bag. I sighed.

I got out, went on the voyage and sat there. The moon was beautiful. It was shining.

But, as I sat there, I started to get sleepy so, I went to my room. It was not as big as my original room back there, but it's nice. There's a window, I can see the sea, reflecting the moons brightness, it was perfect.

I went to the bed, and tried to sleep. And I did, the next morning I woke up early, cause I was starving.

I took some bread and ate it, it was good. I watched the sunrise, it was beautiful too. Though, it reminded me of someone that was more beautiful than the sun or the moon, but he is in the past.

I 𝙐𝙨𝙚𝙙 to love that man, but our relationship was.. Complicated, but that's alright, I've moved on. I should've moved on.

I went to the desk that is in my room, opened my diary.

"Dear diary

It's day 1096 since he last came here, sad, I know

But, life has been good, I'm grateful anyways. After all, I cannot let a man be my whole entire life, can't I?

Life is better now, caspians happier, the kingdoms peaceful. But I always feel like there's.. Emptyness sometimes, couldn't see lucy laughing faces, susans overprotectiveness over Lucy, Peters funny little dance. But all that matters was edmund, the boy I loved.'

I sighed and closed the book. The book cover was brown and there was only a few pages left.

I looked up to the window, its daytime now, and I should probably go up. And so I did. "Lucy? Edmund? " I gasped

"Y/n" Said lucy and she ran and hugged me. "Lucy" I said and hugged her. After we let go, Edmund didn't move a muscle. He was just... There. I tried to not think of it.

Maybe he's just shocked.

we went down to discuss how they might be here.

"We didn't call you" I said

"Okay, so you want us to come back? " Said Edmund. He definitely changed, quite alot.

"No.. I didn't mean it that way.. " I said

"But how did we get here? " Said lucy

"I don't know, maybe we just need help of something we don't even know we need help of. Does that make sense? " I said

"No" Said Edmund, but at the same time Caspian and Lucy said yes.

When did he became, this? Sure he matured but, what?

"Uh, uhm that's alright" I said

Caspian explained why we're in this voyage at the first place but I can't help but overthink why and when Edmund became such an.. An asshole.

They all went out and so did I, though I was just following.

"Lucy, how many years has it been? " I asked

"Oh, only three" Said Lucy

"Oh, thats good, how is peter and susan?" I said

"They're fine, though we have to live with our, pain in the ass cousin, eustace" She sighed

"I don't know, seems like Edmund changed, a lot" I said

"He seems rude, I know, but he tried to move on from the whole 'narnia' thing, just like Susan, but deep down I know he still wants to be here" He said

"Wait, why does susan want to move on from narnia? " I asked, with pure confusion.

"Shes 'maturing' now, all she cares is boys, parties, lipstick, its honestly killing me" She said

"Oh, but what about pete-" I tried to say, but there was people shouting, probably the crew.

Caspian, saw an island, of course we couldn't go there by this big voyage, so we took small boats.

I sat next to edmund. I was quite nervous but, it's as if I didn't even know who he was, anymore.

"Ed, how are you? " I said

"Why do you care? " He said.

"Oh, I was just-" I said, but I paused "never mind"

We docked and we went off. I stood there, next to caspian. We followed caspian, and edmund told his cousin, Eustace, to guard.

As we went in, there was a book, though I didn't read it. There was a sudden,.

BANG!!

A man started to walk in, with Eustace being held.

He screamed, he freaked out.

They took caspian and edmund, and took Lucy, Eustace and I, to another place.

But before that, we witnessed a weird thing. A boat went in into this green fog. Then it disappeared.

I was scared, but then again, I couldn't do anything.

"This pretty little lady.. Who wants to buy her! " Said the man, grabbing Lucy.

Some guy, bought her.

Then, another guy bought eustace.

Then, me.

!!! Writing part 2 !!!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jack Bass x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Bass's.

Notes:

I have no idea when this is supposed to be set. Just go with it.

I have two things to say about Jack in this gif, though. 1. Does he not know how to carry a tray. And 2. I love this statement, here. Its like 'Bart's Dead, Chuck. I can barely contain my joy, Chuck. Its taking all my willpower, Chuck, to keep a monotonous expression. Also Chuck I am carrying a tray, do you see this?'

Plot: Bart Bass decides to be his creepy fucking self (Not that Jack is exponentially better in any way but whatever) towards you, Chuck's best friend- but thankfully, Jack accidentally walks in on the scene and gives you a get out of jail free card.

Good old 'lesser of two evils' shit. I love stuff like that.

Warnings: BART BASS being predatory, and a bit of age difference (You and Jack. I'm going by actors ages though so there's only a, like, 11 year age gap between him and Chuck which is not that bad if you ask me). Sexual references.

~~~

Chuck looks from his phone, that's flashing Blairs name, to you and your big, wide eyes and lips mouthing 'Don't you dare', then to his father quietly tapping away on his phone on the couch a few feet away... then back at his phone.

"Charles- " You hiss, prepared to threaten his very existence but he cuts you off first- slipping off the bar stool beside you and heading for the hallway.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Why am I friends with him again!? You think, but stay quiet and hope that Bart doesn't realise that you're back there despite having said hello to you earlier when he came in. You think, if you stay quiet like a mouse, he will forget your existence and keep texting until Chuck gets back- although, who knows how long he and Blair can go on for.

Depends what its about, honestly. If its about revenge or espionage... well, the conversation could last quite some time.

Should I just leave?

The impulse to run away is a strong one, as you sit there with your cheeks heating up and you start to feel nauseated. You never liked Bart Bass, from the moment you met him. Before that, actually. You had heard Chuck talking about him to Nate before you even became friends with them, and none of what you heard was good. And then you did meet him, one day when Chuck invited you over to do a school project. Or 'school project' as he so obnoxiously put it. You really did end up just doing a school project, though. Hence your friendship nowadays. Bart was creepy towards you even then, at 16 with terribly died hair and the wrong eyeshadow.

You've been very careful since then to never be alone with him like this. You would talk to him at parties if you were forced to, say hello to him when Chuck had you at his place and the man walked by, but that is the extent of your communication with the creep. Always, always, someone would be around. Chuck, mostly. But also staff, or Nate, or random fundraiser ladies, or Jack who Chuck the bastard never left alone with all willy-nilly like this, unfortunately, or Lily, or literally anyone else possible on the earth.

You've even hidden away in the men's bathroom, which is disgusting no matter how expensive the restaurant, with Nate before to get away from this man when Chuck once ditched you both at a dinner with him. And that's the story of how you got your first kiss, too, and it was from Nate Archibald. Hell yes.

That's how much this man makes you want to grab your bag and flee.

But you don't. You stay glued to your seat, super still, listening only to the tap-tap-tapping noises that Bart makes and the bump-bump-bump noises your heart is making right into your throbbing ears.

Until it stops.

Not the bump-bump-bumping, oh no. The tapping. And, nightmarishly, it's replaced by a groan and footsteps coming towards your turned back.

"Y/N," As soon as he says your name, his hands fall on your your shoulders and you literally jump under his touch. Shit- Shit- Fuck- what's happening- "I've been meaning to speak with you recently but Chuck- ah. Well you know him. He refused to share with me your telephone number. But I knew you'd turn up here at some point, so not to worry."

"Uh... right." You cant even force yourself to be your normal, cheery, polite self in this position. You just want him to get. off. of. you.

"Did you want a drink?" He asks, in that possibly cheery (But only because its slightly louder then his usual husk level) but mostly still scary voice he uses to convey emotion, letting go of you thankfully and rounding to the other side of the bar. You shake your head, though. He raises his brows, picking out a scotch for himself. "You don't drink? Shocking, seeing as you're friends with my son."

Oh I drink. You think, giving him a shrug. Just not in situations like this one. Also, what must he think of Chuck? Jesus Christ. For sure, your boy likes debauchery but what's wrong with that?

"Well, I like that." Bart pauses before pouring his drink, to appreciate you. "Mature."

Damn it. It makes your skin absolutely crawl.

"So... " You take a deep breath, tucking your hair back behind your ears rather then ruffling it back like you usually would to get it out of your face- lest that be recognised as some kind of extremely subtle form of flirting. God, fear makes you think weird things. "What did you want to discuss?"

"Oh- Just, your future. Where are you going to school? Will you be sticking close to us?"

Us? US? No, I'll be far far away, from you.

You don't really want to tell Bart where you're going to be going to school, because in your fear addled brain you know that that will just lead to 'Which campus?', or 'Where will you be staying?' and you really don't want it to go there.

You're just taking another, shakier deep breath, when the front door of the apartment opens and shuts loudly and set of feet trample down the hallway towards you. Immediately total relief plashes over you and you wipe your face. Oh, thank god.

Jack Bass appears in the doorway to the living room, looking as put-together yet somehow simultaneously still totally relaxed, as always, and forces aa polite smile onto his handsome face. "Brother. Y/N? Its good to see you."

You have no idea. "Good to see you too Jack. Uh- Chuck's in the bathroom."

"Thanks. For that... enlightening, information, Y/N. I needed that." You cheeks flare up in embarrassment, but ultimately you just roll your eyes as Jack flashes you a subtle wink, and turns promptly to his - much, - older brother. "Bart."

The older brother in question looks less then pleased at his baby brothers appearance in his home. Right now. And he possibly isn't thrilled about that little wink, either. Like you two are in on some kind of joke together. "Jack... What are you doing here?"

"Simmer down, bro. Just visiting." Even you know that that excuse is weak, but anything that comes out Jack's own monotonous voice right now is blessed where you're concerned so you certainly don't say anything. Or make any faces, which would be more appropriate. "Y/N, I don't think Bart-man here's too happy about my presence." Hm, no. You'd have to agree with that observation- not that you've looked up at Bart since Jack came in. You wont risk it. Jack glides through the room with the practised grace of a man who's lived 3 quarters of his life in suits and the other, happier quarter in board shorts, and ends up right next to your chair, an arm resting on the bench in front of you.

If you weren't already so nervous about Bart, you would blush about Jack.

"At least tell me you're glad to see me."

You grin, which is less forced then you thought it would be prior to trying it. Damn, he's good. You think, realising he just swepped in here and made you comfortable in less then 50 words. "Always, 'Uncle Jack'."

"Oh," He groans, like it physically pained him to hear you tease him like that. A tiny smirk even slips through his usually emotionless - well, not emotionless. He has one standing colour, that being sly, - stone statue of a face. "'Uncle Jack'- Please, stop. I'm barely a decade older then you."

That's enough to make anything else possible, inappropriate. Unfortunately. "Hey, I said I'm glad to see you." You wink, a bit sly yourself. "Count your blessings."

His grin widens a bit, like the dangerously charming Cheshire cat-type that he is. Genes that Chuck inherited, clearly, if his track record with girls say anything at all, but that Bart obviously missed out on. "You've got a point."

"She's a remarkable young woman." Bart pipes up, making your stomach tie itself up in knots again, and you immediately revert your gaze to your lap. Remarkable young woman... you want to barf. "Who, I was actually having a conversation with before you burst in here, unannounced." He takes a slow sip of his drink, then mutters. "And uninvited."

"Well that's great." Jack straightens up, clapping his hands together and finally showing his teeth in a smile. They're really freaken white, compared to his skin, deeply tanned by the hot Australian sun. "A visit would be kinda uncomfortable without a conversation; I'll join. I can converse with the best of 'em, Bart. I assure you."

"It was private." The old man sneers, thinking that he's got the upper hand on Jack, and all you can do is hope to god that he's wrong.

Jack turns his head back to look at you, and you meet his gaze tentatively. Your eyes scream, 'Please don't leave me alone with that guy'. He promptly looks back to Bart. "Well Bart why don't we ask the lady in the room what she wants? We are gentlemen here aren't we?" Then Jack makes a face, all crumpled up and unsure, for a moment. "Err. Well actually... 'gentleman' might be a bold faced lie. We'll ask anyway. Y/N! Do you mind if I weigh in here?"

"Not at all." You say quickly, flashing a tiny, thankful smile. He gives you another wink- this time actually subtle. So Bart didn't see it. Your smile gets a little bit bigger, relaxing. He's got you.

"Great." You watch him pull out the stool beside you, that Chuck - who has still not returned from his phone call with Blair. You assume some, likely cruel vengeance must be involved. Possibly involving that Humphrey guy, - had vacated and settles down in it. He then sets his arms firmly on the bench and looks up attentively at Bart, not breaking eye contact with him. Boy these Bass's like their stare downs. "So?" He prompts, expectantly. And a little arrogantly- a Bass speciality that you truly don't mind at all. "What's on the agenda, today?"

Bart glares heatedly, back.

~

Throughout the awkward discussion between the three of you, which your good friend Chuck has yet to return to discover - at this point you're resigned to him having climbed out the window and scaled the building probably, - , Jack constantly, skilfully changes the subject for you whenever Bart rears to close to somewhere uncomfortable. He makes jokes that make you laugh, he nudges you with his elbow at times - but never touches you any more then that, although you honestly wouldn't mind it if he did, - and takes the attention off you a lot. At times you truly thought you saw steam come out of Bart's ears.

When finally Bart gives up and excuses himself, saying he as an early dinner with Lily, you feel exhausted and relieved. After the door swings shut behind him, you cover your face with your hands and deeply sigh.

"So, what was that about? You looked like a trapped mouse. I recognise that look, I invented that look." You pull back slightly from your hands and glance over at him, to see him thoughtful for a moment. "Well, not by making it. By... causing... it... Either way, it was not good." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his own drink - scotch, - that he made Bart pour for him; Raising his eyebrows at you for an explanation over the rim of the glass.

Jack's always been great, like this. Even when he was horrible, he was the lesser of two evils between him and Bart. Good for a laugh and quality eye candy in a pinch- and that counts for a hell of a lot when it comes to surviving Bart Bass and the Upper East Side. And he had the power and pull of an adult, but knew what the hell was going on like one of you.

So he always made you feel at ease.

You ruffle your hair back, and sigh, straightening your back finally from their hunched over position they live in when you're uncomfortable and pushing back your shoulders. "He was just, saying some weird stuff... and Chuck disappeared to talk to Blair." At that, Jack nods in total understanding. Like ah, yeah. Got ya. Finally, you shrug. "He just makes me really uncomfortable. No offence, but I hate your brother."

As you watch Jack's eyes don't even flicker; He's totally on board with what you've said. Then he finishes the rest of his scotch in one gulp. "Ahh- I hate him too."

"As do we all." Chuck's voice suddenly pops up, as he appears in the doorway like Jack had earlier. You have to practice some serious self control so as to not laugh, at Chuck so coincidentally turning up again at the perfect moment to proclaim his hatred for his father. Jack grins back at Chuck coldly, nodding. Yeah. "Anyway, Y/N, I apologise but I'll be having to abandon you. Blair's waiting for me at her, empty, apartment." He pauses for a moment for dramatic effect, in perfect Chuck Bass fashion, and you roll your eyes, grinning. Jack smirks. "But you're welcome to stick around a while and help yourself to the amenities All on my tab, of course. Good to see you again, Jack." Then he pockets his phone and heads toward the door. The second Bass of the day leaves the building.

"Bye, nephew!" Jack waives as the elevator doors close behind Chuck then swiftly turns around back to you, to which you raise your eyebrows. "So, what do we do now?"

"I dunno." Shrugging you grin and turn your stool to angle your legs towards Jack. "When Chuck says those magical words 'All on my tab'," Those words, oh; You speak them with just as much raw, breathy sexual arousal as the man himself would. As the words demand. 'All on my tab'. Good lord, sex if they were words. "I tend to take advantage."

"An easy girl to please; That's what I like to see." Your cheeks flame up at those words out of Jack's mouth as he turns to look down at the room service menu. Yes, Jack Bass has toed the line, between platonic and flirtatious since the very moment you met the man... but that seemed a little bit more then toeing the line.

And you get a far different reaction to him doing it then you do the other Bass brother.

You don't even really mind the implications of his words.

"You're staying back with me?" You ask, feeling hopeful at the idea.

"Yeah well, I cant in, uh, good conscience," He makes a bit of a show to you, of pressing his hand to his chest totally earnestly as those words 'good conscience' come out of his mouth. "leave you here unguarded in case Bart comes back, can I? Besides, the way you said 'All on my tab'- man, you could sell moonshine at an AA meeting with that voice."

"Ha," You laugh, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. "Well, thanks."

"Oh. Don't thank me. You're just using what uh, your mama gave you. I actually encourage you totally, to do that more often- "

"No!" You exclaim, sighing in exasperation; But there is still a smile on your face you cant seem to shake. "For not leaving, today. When you walked in. It would've sucked if you had, not that I would've blamed you at all."

"Hey, just call me your knight in shining armour." He doesn't look up from the menu, flicking through it. Then turns to you with one of those beach boy/politician, toothless grins of his. "Besides you were automatically, my favourite person in the apartment. I mean, anyone with... uhhh- different, appendages to what I have, instantly gets a one-way ticket access to my rare bouts of chivalry. Now come over here, pick out what you want off here."

You just gape at him and that comment, making him stifle a laugh and return to the menu himself.

Bass's.

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[elius-learns-to-write]

It Was Never Going To Be Me

Hey Besties Today is going to be filled with angst so buckle up. this will include unrequited love so. As I wrote this I found out I can’t say menacingly. 

Summary: They look so happy but what about you?

You had been friends with Peter since you were kids

You were inseparable all throughout elementary school

You could always be found in a lab together or watching movies you shouldn’t under the covers on sleepovers

As you rummaged through the box of photos, hot tears running down your face, you hadn’t wanted to cry but it’s hard when your best friend leaves you for someone else. Picking up a photo of you and Peter eating ice cream on the floor of his aunts flat at age 8 you could almost taste it.

“Peter you have it all over your face silly” giggles spilled from your mouth as Peter’s tongue tried to scope the sweet treat from the side of his mouth. “Did I get it?” he said, a toothy grin plastered on his face “yes” you replied even though it was clear he didn’t. You turned around to face May as she walked through the door, a smile on her face as she watched you both send innocent smiles her way “Okay you monkeys smile for me so I can take a picture for Y/n’s parents”.

A few days later your parents died (classic fanfic moment right there)

Both you and Peter didn’t understand what had happened but May ended up taking you in 

What really made him sad was the fact you didn’t smile anymore

You stood from the box and walked to your bed, boddy flopping down onto the soft covers, turning to the bear Peter had saved up to buy you weeks after your parents passing to try and cheer you up. It wouldn’t work this time.

“Here you go, his names barney and me and him are going to make you happy again, I promise”

That’s what he had said when he had give it to you

And slowly over time things did feel happier, the sun started to shine again and the weight on your shoulders had been lifted 

That’s how it was throughout high school as well

Close friends finding their feet and joining groups 

Then you met MJ and all three of you seemed to click 

“No no no okay if King Kong was to meet the Hulk then King Kong would definitely win” Peter reasoned in protest to your previous statement. Your eyes darted to MJ, looking for backup but she just put her book down and shrugged “I don’t know Y/n, have you met the Hulk?!”.

You ran up to MJ tears threatening to spill from your eyes. They weren’t tears of sadness, no, they were tears of joy. You pushed her in front of you, grabbing her shoulders and using her as a human shield as Peter ran in after you “MJ save me” you cried dramatically laughing as you did so “I have you now rebel!” Peter said as he slowly made his way towards you, menacingly stalking towards you. “You guys are literally 5 years old” she shook her head laughing at the pout forming on your lips. 

“No then I said to MJ that I would gladly destroy flash for her if he smacks her book away again, don’t look at me like that you know you would to” you whined to Peter, recounting the story that had gotten you on MJ’s bad side. “And she is angry because she thinks that you think she cant handle herself?” you nodded in reply, head flopping onto his shoulder as he stroked you hair in an attempt to soothe you “welp that seems like a you problem” he said pushing you of his shoulder and laughing as you fell off the bed “Rude!”.

Looking back on it all now you saw how stupid you were to presume that it would always be you 3 against the world 

You loved them with all your heart and you just didn’t think that they would break it like this 

You scrolled aimlessly through the messages of the month leading up to this disaster, most of them were the same. 

“Sorry gotta cancel me and Pete are going to look at that new museum, maybe next time :p”

“Sorry Y/n tell May I’ll be home late MJ needed help with the homework” 

“Can’t talk right now I’m with Peter”

“Can I call you later? Kinda busy right now”

Each message felt like a punch to the gut, if you would have just looked into it more then you would have seen it before it hit. If you would have just done more, been more, been different. You threw your phone at the wall in frustration (making a mental note to tell May it was Peter’s fault).

You had found out about the 2 of them a day before

Everyone had either been told or found out about MJ and Peter 

But no one thought to tell you 

They had said it was meant to be a surprise and the didn’t want you to feel bad 

They did this for you

Why did it not feel like that then?

You stopped dead in your tracks. Why were Peter and MJ holding hands? The grey of the lockers blending and mixing in framing the happy couple like some messed photo frame you’d find in some cheap store. Were you crying? You didn’t know and you didn’t care, you just wanted to know why they had lied to you. Storming over to them a sickly venomous smile plastered onto your face, it felt wrong to be smiling but what else can you do when your world seems to stop turning but smile and laugh and joke and carry on like you’re meant to? “Hey guys! I didn’t know you 2 were together, when did that happen?!” they knew you were upset in an instant not only because they were your friends but because when you lied or when you were hurt your voice tended to sound harsher as if the gods had rapped the Gleipnir  chain around your throat and it got higher like the flames of the underworld were lapping at your feet. “Look we didn’t tell you well because, it just, I don't didn’t right at the time” Peter stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck trying to soothe the tension that had gathered in his body. “What Peter meant to say is that we did this for you so you wouldn’t feel like a third wheel, we can still be friends” MJ clarified with a hint of sympathy in her voice. “Sure friends” you replied, rushing off as soon as the words had made their way past your lips.

The thing that had hurt you most wasn’t the fact that they happy 

Or the fact that they hadn’t told you (no matter how much that did hurt)

It was the message that had been left on read for the past month by MJ that you had sent.

“Hey MJ, I just wanted to let you know that I like you and you don’t have to say it back I just wanted to let you know because you mean more than the stars to me”

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter x teen!reader #spiderman #spider man x y/n #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagien #mj x reader #mj x you #the avengers #avengers imagine

[silvercrystalwhump]

Silence and Milkshakes

TW: dehumanizing whumpee, General bbu warning, implied past noncon, tired and stressed boy

The engine of the old, filthy truck hums with a low drone; something clicks around in the hood. It could be nothing, or it could be something terrible. Flynn isn’t planning on checking it now. It is a nice distraction from the aching throb in his side. Silently, he rubs his fingers on the worn leather steering wheel, just barely cooler than the surface of the sun. When he first bought this car, he hated the way the leather stuck to his hands and made driving a lifetime commitment, but now it only resonates warmth through the calluses of his fingers.

The radio is turned down; it broke and is now stuck on an old jazz station saturated in static. Flynn can tell what the artist is through the grinding of the static, he thinks it’s Miles Davis, but Flynn was more likely to guess the winning lottery numbers than guess the song currently playing. Flynn taps lightly on the brake as he approaches a light. Yellow lights glare down at him from its pole. As the car rolls to a stop, Flynn glances at his passenger seat.

Kai is sitting there. Yesterday, Flynn gave him one of his hoodies for comfort while he was at school. Unfortunately, the high school hoodie permanently acquired the faint smell of cigarette smoke years ago. Kai sits as straight as a nail, eyes at his feet. His hands are perfectly still on his lap.

Position 3.

Flynn presses on the gas, and the car lurches forward. His eyes go back to the road, but his thoughts stay on the box boy. He had read up on some information about box boys from WRU’s website. They are people who signed over their rights to get better, happier lives. Flynn keeps himself from scoffing at the thought. Happier lives, Kai looks like he’s seen some horrible stuff. Hell, he’s been traumatized to the point of muteness. Flynn had triple-checked his medical records for anything that would render him mute, but he found nothing.

Why willingly put yourself through that?

Flynn pulls into a small section of town, and he drives the car into a Chick-fa-la drive-through. He wants something in his stomach before he goes and lifts bricks all day from some rich guy. His eyes trail back to Kai, “Do you want anything bud?”

Kai’s bright green eyes look at him. For a moment, Flynn thinks that he’s not going to respond. But, instead, Kai tilts his head slightly, strands of silky red hair fall across his face. Some deep inside Flynn, a side of him twisted by the horror he lives with every day, understands why someone would buy a little box boy like Kai.

So tiny, adorable.

Flynn curses himself and says, "Do you want a milkshake?"

Kai nods silently. His thin fingers pull at the shorts Flynn gave him a week ago. Flynn pretends not to notice; Kai seems to panic when he does.

"Wjat flavor?"

Kai blanks again. Green eyes looking wide at the menus that glow in the early morning light. His eyes grow distant, and he just looks back at Flynn.

Flynn sights and raises a hand. Kai flinches, Flynn pretends to ignore it. Then, he holds up a finger, "Can you hold up fingers?"

Kai nods. The tiny box boy is as tense as hardwood cut against the grain.

"Okay, one for vanilla, two for chocolate, and three for cookies and cream."

Flynn watches the gears turn in Kai’s head. Three pale fingers raise for a second before shooting back to his thigh. Flynn gives Kai a warm smile as he pulls around to the speaker.

As Flynn orders, he sees Kai shift in his seat. Kai pulls his knees into the hoodie and tries to hide his nose in his knees. Flynn notices the boy shivering, and once he finishes ordering, he leans into the partial backseat and pulls out an old quilt.

"I know it's chilly bud, the heat doesn't work in this car," Flynn says as he wraps the quilt around Kai's body. Kai looks with wide eyes at Flynn. He seems to lean into Flynn's touch, no matter how brief the contact.

The drive over, and Flynn hands the woman cash and grabs the food. He sets in it the cup holder area and pulls out. As he drives, he gives the milkshake to Kai. The box boy gingerly takes the cup and holds it. His eyes on Flynn, the entire time, waiting in his eyes.

"That's yours Kai, you can drink it."

Kai instantly puts the straw in his mouth and tries to suck down all of the liquid. Almost immediately, he regrets it. Flynn holds back a chuckle, "You can't drink it so fast Kai you'll get a brain freeze."

Kai blinks at the drink and puts the straw back in his mouth, this time drinking slower. Flynn tosses a chicken mini into his mouth, and he keeps driving.

He drives mindlessly for a few lights until Kai sneezes, ripping him back to reality.

At a red light, Flynn looks over at Kai. He put the milkshake into a cup holder and is now quietly sleeping against the seat belt. Flynn smiles subconsciously and then memories of a few nights ago.

He had awoken to Kai sleeping against his chest. Flynn shoved him aside in a panic and freaked the little guy out. Guilt gnawed at his throat all day after that.

Kai has not tried to touch him since.

Flynn swears under his breath. Why did he put him? There were so many ways to handle that, and you chose aggression.

Why am I so much like my father?

Flynn shoves those thoughts aside. Now wasn't the time for self-loathing; he had the stuff to do. He needs to drop Kai off at Chloe’s and get to work. Gritting his teeth, Flynn pulls through onto one of the highways near his home.

Usually, he wouldn't mind leaving Kai home by himself. Since he got home before his Father, Kai stayed in his room, so even if he did, he would be fine. Not today.

His Dad will have his drinking buddies over to watch the game tonight. Flynn rubs his thumbs across the leather of the steering wheel, anxiety crawling up his spine.

Dad expects him to cater to his friends.

One of those friends is Morrie Mitchell.

Flynn holds back a gag as he pulls into the shopping district of the town. A small bakery with its backlights on sits off to the right. Flynn, with white knuckles, pulls into the back parking.

Putting the car in park, Flynn sets his head on the steering wheel. Bile rises in his throat, but Flynn bites it back.

Hands, he can feel ghost and across his back. The man's voice is a specter across his mind, whispering twisted sweet nothings. He wants to hide away from a voice and hands that are not there.

Tap tap.

Flynn rips his head up and locks eyes with Worried dark eyes. He sighs and opens the door; Chloe stands out in the dawn light. The golden light crosses her face and makes her skin look like golden chocolate.

"Sorry," Flynn says, "I'm just out of it this morning."

Chloe smiles, "Not an issue, I have coffee inside if you want some."

Flynn nods, "Yeah, thanks."

Hopping out of the car, he walks over to the car’s passenger side and opens the door.

Kai stirs. He wakes up and looks at Flynn, confusion and worry across his face.

"Hey bud," Flynn says calmly, "Chloes going to watch you while I'm at work today."

Chloe walks up behind him and wakes at Kai. Flynn guides Kai out by the hand. Kai hops out of the car and lands next to Flynn. Chloe looks down at Kai’s hands and says, "Hd drew on his hands."

Kai freezes and starts to shake. Flynn mentally curses and tries to soothe him, "Its alright bud, it's okay."

Flynn reaches into the car and grabs Kai’s milkshake. Then, leaning into the back of the truck, his fingers wrap around an old math notebook. He hands both to Kai and says, "How about the draw in here okay?"

Kai nods profusely, his eyes begging out apologies. Flynn guides Kai towards the bakery.

Chloe trots out in front of them and opens the door. She steps into a sitting area in the back for the staff that's linked to the pantry.

"I explained the situation to Ma as you explained to me and she's perfectly fine with him staying here."

"Thank you Chloe," Flynn yawns, "I seriously cant thank you enough."

Chloe smiles, "Dont mention it."

She turns to Kai, who holds his things in a death grip, "How are you Kai."

Kai just steps behind Flynn and inches as close to him as possible.

"He doesn't speak," Flynn says softly as he leads Kai over to the worn couch, "He'll listen to you though."

"Mute or nonverbal?"

"I don't know, he just doesn't talk."

Kai sips on his milkshake and bundles in both the quilt and the jacket.

Flynn walks towards the door and pulls out his wallet. Before he can pull out a twenty, Chloe shakes her head, "Flynn, you and I both know you need every penny, see this as a favor from a friend."

"Are you sure, I really don't want to put a burden on you all."

Chloe gives Flynn a look worth an entire essay; we both know you'll need it to escape.

Flynn pierces his lips and nods. He turns back to Kai and says gently, "You can draw back here; let Chloe know if you need anything.

Kai nods sleepily.

Flynn turns to Chloe, "Just remember to give him lunch around noonish and check on on him every so often, if you show him where stuff is hell usually take care of himself."

"Aye aye captian."

Flynn chuckles and waves to Kai. Kai blinks back at him and continues drinking his milkshake.

Flynn hops in his car and drives off to work. But, he still could not stop thinking about Kai.

#flynn #kai #box boy whump #box boy au #whump #whump community #box boy #box boy universe

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au taeil~ happy late birthday moon man!! |  find others here: johnny  | haechan

part of you is sad that the closest you’ll ever be to him is at a safe distance

peering out of the window and into the baseball field below

you can kind of make out the details of his face from here, but you can’t see the birthmark on his neck or the glint of starlight thats always somehow in the deep back of his eyes

you can see the worn-out back of his uniform jersey - spelled out in hand-stitched letters - moon

but part of you is happy that you can at least enjoy the comfort of knowing he’s nearby

just the little whisper of the fact that his joy is minutes away from yours

you lay your head down on the desk

its the last day of classes and summer is begging you to go outside and enjoy it 

but summer also means you wont see him anymore, even if youve only been seeing him from far away

not seeing him at all is a feeling you cant wrap your head around - no matter how many times youve tried to 

“what are you doing?”

a hand comes down on the corner of the desk and you peek up to see the familiar, yet frowning face of your friend doyoung

he’s got the same baseball uniform on - he’s the pitcher for the schools team

“sorry, im about to leave-”

you slowly pull yourself together and up out of your chair, but doyoung interrupts before you can gather your things

“no, im asking what are you doing? this is the last day of classes and unless you tell taeil how you feel - you’ll have to wait months to see him again!”

im ok with that, admiring in secret is kind of a talent of mine

is what you want to say

but its too late because doyoung has taken you by the wrist and is tugging you out the door and down the stairs 

you have just enough energy to pull away when you both come to a stop in the middle of the sandlot 

taeil turns just as you want to break away, he smiles and says your name 

doyoung lets go and everything around you looks like it might start floating, taeil included

because you didn’t even know he knew your name

“well, ill leave you two alone”

doyoung disappears - not that you pay any attention - all of your senses feel like they’re being overridden as taeil comes closer

his black short bangs are stuck to his forehead with sweat from practice, his skin glows under the hue of the afternoon sun

“do you have any plans for today?”

“n-no. i was just going to walk home.”

“can i walk with you?”

he swings his bat over his shoulder and waits expectantly for your answer

at this close a distance, its all visible

the birth mark - the universe in the dark browns of his eyes, the little blemish on the side of his cheek

you swallow a lump thats threatening to close up your throat

“sure”

you’re both walking slow, the other members of the baseball team have already trotted passed you

throwing whistles and waves your way before disappearing into the summer air, some people have passed you as well - on their way from work or classes

but still, that feeling like everything is gently out of place, lingers over you

because you don’t get it - why are you here? since when did your crush have any sort of interest in you?

“i asked doyoung why you never come to any of our games.”

taeil suddenly says, looking at you from the corner of his eye

his smile is a little teasing, and so is his tone, but it doesnt stop you from flustering

“oh- i just - i have book club so-”

“don’t worry, he told me.”

“im starting to worry about what else he told you,,,,,,,”

you murmur without a second thought, before covering your mouth with your palm

but its too late, you know taeil has heard you, and that smile widens a little more

“he told me, even though you dont come to any games, im your favorite player.”

you both come to a stop at the same time

“so ive been thinking about it, why id be your favorite if you dont even like baseball.”

you think youre shoulders start to shake a little, maybe its your imagination, but you think you can feel nervousness creep its way all around you

hes talking so casually, but you dont know what it means and you dont want to be told - on the last day of school - that your feelings have been discovered and rejected

you were sure you could just carry them on with you until graduation and then never tell taeil how much you really did like -

“and i think i know why.”

he takes a second to tuck his bat back into the pocket of his bag, then he reaches out and locks your fingers with his in a safe, steady grasp

he starts walking and you have to push yourself to stumble after him 

because you cant believe it but ,,,,,,,,,, you didnt get rejected

in fact you think this means,,,,,,,,youve been confessed to too

taeil doesnt kiss you when he drops you off at your doorstep, he asks for your number and tells you to meet him on the weekend to watch him train at the park

you expect a message on saturday morning, but you get one fifteen minutes later

by the way, i like you.

sorry if i didnt make it clear, im bad at these things.

but,,,,,,,,i like you. i really like you.

who knows how many times you reread those messages, holding your phone close to your heart and then bringing it up to mouth the sentences over and over

on saturday, you see taeil and doyoung - both already with their baseball equipment on

taeil is swinging the bat as he warms up when doyoung pulls you aside by the elbow

“so, are you guys dating now?”

“all he did was walk me home do-”

“but he likes you, and you like him!”

doyoung’s wide eyes are searching for an answer and you just feel a shyness overtake you because, well, you dont know what this is 

youre just happy to be here - beside him

but doyoungs question does weigh on your mind, even when the training is over and its just you and taeil and hes offering to take you somewhere for dinner and you blurt out;

“is this a date?”

taeil chuckles

“i hope it is - arent people who are dating supposed to go on dates?”

the summer descends into hot, long days - and before when the stickiness and heat used to irritate you, now youve found yourself falling in love with it

laying on a park bench, eating ice-cream and watching your boyfriend practice until the fireflies came out

then you’d sit up, watch him take his hat off and abandon his bat in the grass

stretch out, exposing the strong lines of his arms and back before joining you on the bench, getting kisses for another day of practice well spent

sometimes he’d end practice early, or show up at your doorstep when you didn’t plan to meet and take you to the beach

splash around in the waves and then rest his head on your stomach under the umbrella - shared towel spread out beneath you

he’d fall asleep there, and you’d open up a book you’d brought with you - only distracted when taeil finally shifts awake and presses kisses to your skin

you learn how to hit a homerun with his arms wrapped around you for support

you learn that he harbors an extensive collection of LPs that you shift through when the summer rain has come out and he cant go out to the park, instead you’re on the floor of his bedroom picking dreamy songs to play and dance to, washing out the sound of thunder from outside his windows

you learn where taeil is most sensitive, right below his ribcage - when you end up splaying your palm on the skin there an digging your nails in just a bit - he makes a sound and grabs your arm, pulls you down to muffle out some string of curses against your lips

you learn a lot that summer, but most of all you learn that you were never happier pinning from a distance than you are from experiencing the real thing

you hate to admit outloud, but you thank doyoung for giving you the push to finally enter the bubble around taeil you never thought you’d be welcome into

and doyoung just grins, says “i told you so”

and forgets to mention that he’s actually known about not only your feelings, but taeil’s all along - ever since a home-away game where taeil had asked doyoung before they’d climbed onto the bus 

“whose your friend? the one whose always looking out of the window?”

when the summer starts to shift herself into the fall, and the heat dwindles down

you find yourself wearing that shirt, the one with ‘moon’ handstitched on the back, as taeil wraps a hand around your waist and tugs you into his side on the bus ride home

you go back to classes soon, and your time will be short between schoolwork and his practice

he presses a small kiss on the top of your hand and you want to give him back the shirt before you get off at your stop

but he stops you, those starlight eyes sparking, “you should keep it.”

so you do 

you keep it and are amused when you see taeil get a new one, this one doesnt have his name handstitched on the back though - its printed in shiny black letters

you run your hands over the name sometimes when you miss him

waiting for a latenight call with good news

“we won the game!”

you rub your sleepy eyes and murmur that you’re so happy, before you two hang up you hear him whisper - like he always does

“i love you, i hope you dream of me”

even now, all these years later, when taeil’s become an all-star player for one of korea’s biggest baseball teams

and you’ve fallen asleep watching one of the live games 

when he gets home, your husband kicks his shoes off and drops his bag 

sees you spread out on the couch

the sports channel glaring

that old uniform shirt from his high school days tucked in your arms

he leans down, kisses your forehead and he whispers

“i love you”

you shift

eyes opening to meet his with a half smile and yawning as you say;

“i was dreaming of you.”

#im late i know............but it was like so hard to write this without being like taeil [breakdown] #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #taeil scenarios #taeil imagines #taeil au #member: taeil #sfw #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 au #nct 127 imagines #taeil #nct 127 #baseball!au #happy late birthday my baby T___________T

[peachy-beomie]

Yellow <TAEGYU>

Genre: Light Angst

Pairings: Taegyu (Kang Taehyun x Choi Beomgyu)

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: None!

Synopsis: In a world where you cant see color until you meet your soulmate, Kang Taehyun lives his life in monochrome. He’s never experienced color. But one particular boy makes him realize that maybe color isn’t all about what you see.

A/N: This is one of my FAVORITE ideas I’ve ever come up with. It was intended to be much longer but I struggled to write the whole thing and this actually turned out really good! I might write a second part so maybe be on the lookout for that 👀

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29409198

Taehyun’s POV

People tend to take for granted that which they have no fear of losing. Things so constant and ordinary in life, like hope and freedom. But some people are not blessed with the luxuries of consistency, and even those who are can learn just how quickly things can be ripped away. In this world of soulmates and colorless lives, people learn very quickly to cherish what they have.

Color, a word which here means: varying pigments and shades; is a concept unknown to me, as it is to many others. Everyone has a soulmate, our ‘perfect match’ or ‘other half’, the person who will complete us. It’s said that when you and your soulmate first lock eyes, the world explodes with colors, vibrant and dazzling. My parents used to tell me stories of blazing sunsets that would leave them breathless, and of endless fields filled to the brim with flowers who’s hues outmatch the very sun. They talked on and on about colors, and they’d always tell me: “One day, you’ll see them too, with someone you’ll love more than life itself.” 

As a kid, I’d dream of meeting the person who’d make my world come alive with countless tones and hues. But as I grew up, I began to worry less about finding my soulmate, though I never stopped dreaming of a world beyond the monochrome I’m all too familiar with. 

And as I’m sitting at my desk at 3 am, nose buried deep in the history texts I’m memorizing, color, soulmates, and all their mystery are the last thing on my mind. 

Nonetheless, my thoughts are interrupted by the pale white light of my screen revealing a text from Choi Beomgyu, my best friend.

3:48 a.m.

gyu the annoying hyung

are you awake?

i can’t sleep

baehyun

why?

gyu the annoying hyung

just thinking too much. you?

baehyun

homework. are you ok?

gyu the annoying hyung

it’s nothin hyunnie-bunny don’t worry your pretty lil head about it :)

Ignoring the slight flutter of my stomach at the nickname (and the fact he called me pretty), I continue to mull over Beomgyu’s texts. Despite his protests, I can’t help but worry a little bit. Beomgyu is the least sad person I’ve ever met, always full of ear splitting grins and melodious giggles. It’s what makes him so endearing. The warmth of his smile, and the brightness in his eyes, it’s unmatched in its beauty and splendor. I have never met anyone as refreshingly themself. Beomgyu lives as though he has nothing to hide, and no shame to carry.

baehyun

you cannot stop me, i will worry if i want to.

gyu the annoying hyung

well if you’re going to worry anyway, can you at least come over?

please?

I can practically see Beomgyu’s pouty face and puppy eyes through the screen. I sigh almost defeatedly, knowing instantly I’ll never be able to say no to the charming boy.

baehyun

you’re lucky we’re friends

gyu the annoying hyung

love you toooooo <3

I groan lightly as I grab my coat and exit the building. It’s not like his apartment is too far away, only about a 10-minute walk from my own. I quite enjoy the serenity of the streets at 4 am. It’s quiet, save the soft bustling of stray cars, the cool air wafts towards me in light bursts. I take in the city and all its wonders, giving into the quiet mystery.

It should be odd that I gave into Beomgyu’s requests so easily, but truthfully this is just habitual at this point. Even though we’ve only known each other a couple months, we’ve fallen into an easy routine. Friendship with Beomgyu is just that: easy. He makes me feel comfortable

My phone buzzes sharply in my pocket.

gyu the annoying hyung

hurry uppppp >:(

I giggle quietly at his impatience but quicken my pace all the same.

Upon arriving at Beomgyu’s door I only get to knock once before Beomgyu appears before me, grabs my hand, and walks pointedly out the door with me in tow.

“Beomgyu wha-” I try to ask as I’m dragged to the stairs. I’m met with no answer .as we trudge up the narrow stairway to the roof. As we burst through the door, the crisp night air envelops us. Beomgyu calmly walks towards a desolate corner of the wide expanse of roof and motions for me to follow.

“Come stargaze with me,” he says as he lays down to look at the sky. I take my place beside him and stare at the stars. I’ve never been good at astrology but I can spot a few constellations. Andromeda, Orion, and Cassiopeia smile down at me from their perch up in the boundless night. It’s calming, finding the constellations. Knowing each star has a purpose, instead of just being placed in the sky at random. I imagine I’m one of those stars, lost in the infinite infinity of space. I think about how I too will find my constellation, my purpose, my home, and I’m placated by this knowledge. 

Beomgyu and I sit like this for what feels like hours, comfortably silent; aware of each other’s presence without really acknowledging it. This is one of the best things about Beomgyu and me: though we talk consistently, we don’t need to say or do anything to feel comfortable with each other. 

Beomgyu is the first to break our silence. 

“The stars remind me a lot of my soulmate.” I turn my head sharply to face him, ignoring the way my stomach sinks at this news.

“You’ve found your soulmate?” Beomgyu nods quietly.

“Yeah, a long time ago. His name was Zhong Chenle. He loved astronomy and he’d always make me come out to view the stars with him,” Beomgyu smiles slightly at the memory. “I met him when we were kids. He was so bright and energetic, he used to bounce around a lot because he just couldn’t sit still. He made the whole world seem less dull. Not only because I could see colors, but his existence simply made me happier. He was like the sun in my universe. But then-” Beomgyu hesitates, tears falling silently from dejected eyes onto tanned cheeks. I grab his hand and give it a light squeeze, trying my best to let him know that I’m here and it’s okay. He stutters a bit before continuing, “It didn’t happen all at once, but the colors just began fading. First the yellows, then reds, each one dissipated until I was only left with black and white. I tried calling his house for hours but got no response. Finally, his mom called me, in tears, saying that he and his father had been in a car accident. His father sustained a lot of injuries, but Chenle died before they even arrived at the hospital.” Tears are now streaming down Beomgyu’s cheeks. He closes his eyes tightly as if it’s all too much. My thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of his hand.

“The worst part,” he says suddenly. “...is that later I realized his favorite colors were the first to go, as if his soul had died before his body even gave out.” Beomgyu looks at me, and my heart just breaks. He looks so empty. I open my arms for him and he all but jumps into them, burying his head in my chest. I feel his tears soaking through the fabric.

The quiet returns after that, but this time it’s far less comfortable. I try my best to comfort Beomgyu as he sobs into my chest. I feel each light gasp he takes as he struggles for air. His body shakes like a leaf and his fists curl tightly in the fabric of my black sweater.

I eventually hear his breathing steady and I pull away to look at his face. His cheeks shine from leftover tears, but his eyes shine brightly in the dim starlight. A strange warm feeling nestles itself in my chest, and I find myself at a complete loss for words. 

Beomgyu pulls away and returns his gaze to the stars. My mouth opens and closes like a fish as I continue to struggle for words.

“I’m sorry.” I blurt out because it seems like the only fitting thing to say. Beomgyu smiles at me, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually does.

“It’s okay. I miss him, and I’ll always love him, but I have you now. You make life brighter, despite the greys and blacks. You make me happier than you could ever know.” I look down, hoping he won’t notice the blush on my cheeks.

“You do the same for me you know,” I meet his eyes. “You make me happy too. I’ve never met someone who can make me laugh like you can.” He smiles again, a little wider this time, and it makes my heart flutter.

“Do you miss seeing color?” I ask suddenly.

Beomgyu shakes his head almost immediately. “Not really. Colors were cool and all, but they’re just superficial. I think the world can be beautiful in black and white, you just need to look for the hidden wonder.”

“Did you have a favorite?” Beomgyu chuckles.

“Yellow,” He states simply. But noticing my confusion. “It’s a lighter color, the color of the sun actually. But to me, it means warmth and safety. Yellow is like laughter and smiles with friends or a happy ending. Yellow is simply: happiness and light.” 

I spend the rest of the night pondering Beomgyu’s words. They resonate within me as we return to our comfortable silence. They continue to fill my brain even as I hug Beomgyu goodbye at 5 am, they remain while I walk home, and they’re still bouncing around in my head as I climb into bed back at my apartment.

I’m still thinking them over when I hear my phone buzz on my bedside table.

gyu the annoying hyung

thank you for being here with me. you’re truly a blessing kim taehyun, i hope you know that.

That simply text ignites a new and unfamiliar feeling in my body, one I couldn’t begin to describe. It starts in my toes and gradually moves up until each part of my body is engrossed with this strange new sensation. It wraps my bones in warmth and slithers it’s way into my stomach making butterflies erupt inside of me. It continues to my heart making it beat slightly faster in the best way possible. It fills my lungs with air much fresher than any I’ve ever inhaled. When it finally reaches the top of my head, my body is relishing in this amazing feeling. My senses are alive with wonder and lust and I just keep wanting more and more and more and more. I try and try to think of what this feeling is but all I can think of is: yellow.

TAEGYU PIC OF THE DAY:

The only taegyu pic ever 😌✨

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[amazon-me-bitches]

Made a Logan Angst story if anyone is interested.

 I'm a stitch away from making it, and a scar away from falling apart.

Pairing: Logan-centric

When Thomas decided to make YouTube videos his entire career, Roman and Patton couldn't have been happier. A job centered around creativity and passion? YES PLEASE! Logan was not so thrilled.

YouTube was no more a job to him than Vine was, it was a hobby and having hobbies was a good thing! sure absolutely…but. “Thomas what about your job applications, there’s internships pouring in.” he said holding up the papers. “sure right, I am going to get to them Logic I promise.” he said smiling and taking the paper from him. “Thomas you just got a million followers on vine! You are practically a celebrity now!” Roman gushed. Patton cheered and through confetti “Can you even imagine that many hugs?!” he gasped hugging himself in excitement. Thomas eyes lit up and he sat the paper back down running over and jumping up and down in excitement. “This is more than I ever dreamed of!” he shouted unable to keep the laugh out of his voice. Logan smiled softly and clapped his hands. He loved seeing Thomas so happy. If that many people followed him for his 6 second comedy videos just wait until they saw what he could really do. He smiled wider thinking about Thomas name at the top of news articles about how he found a way to get clean energy for the whole world. Thomas Sanders new botany technique leads to new drought resistant trees. Thomas Sanders responsible for single handedly ending global warming. Was it too early to start writing the Nobel Peace Prize speech?

“Thomas you graduated one year ago today, You said you wanted to take a year off and that year is up now, I think we should really look into a research lab in Boston because they have the best reputation and they are doing amazing things up there.” Logan informed having taken the liberty of finding the application online for him. Thomas bit his lip and rubbed the back of his head. “wow this year really flew by didn’t it? I mean thank you Logic but I have a lot going on right now, I’m writing my own musical, I have 2 million followers on Vine that are all wanting a bunch of collabs and new material heck I'm even thinking about starting a YouTube channel.” Logan cocked his head to the side utterly confused. “What does any of that have to do with your career Thomas?” “well plenty, for example I can’t just up and move to Boston that’s crazy far away and I already have so many friends here. They are in my videos and we are hanging out every week, I don’t know… I mean Chemical Engineering will always be there, but right now I just feel I need to stay around here.” he reasoned. Logan furrowed his brow, frowning. “Thomas I think you should look at this from a different angle, You could do great life changing things with-” “Hey Kiddo, what are you doing? didn’t you tell Terrence you would meet him for the video at 3 its almost 2:30 and its all the way across town. We need to head out of we are going to make it.” Thomas gasped face palming “Oh shoot, when did it get so late? where are my shoes?” he asked in a panic running off into the living room to look for them. “Thomas!…wait.” Logan tried to catch him but the host was up and out the door before he could even set the papers down.

Several months later brought about the changing of the leaves and semi cooler weather. Thomas was back home with family for the holidays and the sides LOVED it. Roman always a show man loved socializing and playing pranks with Thomas’ brothers again. Patton adored the nostalgia the house brought back and reminiscing with all the famILY as he liked to call them. Logan…liked the holidays but they were entirely too mushy for his taste, still as long as Thomas was happy he was happy, that was the goal right? He stepped away as the third song among them started up. They were indeed a very…musical bunch. This was more Roman’s scene.

He made his way down the hallway and into a room he knew all too well. He stepped in and his heart did a little leap as it did every time he came back here. So many nights in here. looking up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. using the telescope and recording stars in a journal Thomas kept in his drawer. They would pretend they were scientists.

“It says that some stars are called red giants and some smaller ones are called dwarfs. the hottest ones burn white and the coolest ones burn yellow. huh Logic does that mean the sun isn’t the hottest star?”

“Correct Thomas, in fact the sun is one of the less hot stars, but it is the only one in our galaxy so I think we should still appreciate all it gives us.” He smiled. Thomas grinned.

“your right, I love the sunshine, I would be sad if it wasn’t here”

“actually you would be dea…you know what, I'm glad it's here too.” he smiled.

“Logic?”

“hmm?”

“do you know everything?”

Logan smiled and turned to him. “no Thomas but we can get close to it, as long as you never stop learning I won’t either. we will help each other, deal?” Thomas beamed and hugged him.

“deal.”

He walked around the desk and sat down in the seat. He wondered how much homework was done at this table alone? Thomas was not a big fan of homework and having to do it right when he came home was not his idea of fun, but Logan could always manage to bring his spirits up. He was an expert at making up memory games and finding new ways to help give Thomas visuals in math. One of his favorites was using candy for counting in math. The candy also ended up being an after homework treat the two would enjoy.

He frowned pulling himself out of the nostalgia and wrapping his arms around himself. Fat lotta good any of that homework did him.. nothing they worked on would make him a better Youtuber. Roman could handle that all by himself. Logan didn’t hate the videos, he just didn’t know where he fit in there.

He turned and shut off the light walking back out into the room sluggishly. They were all still laughing and carrying on just the same as before. He decided to watch from the kitchen instead, just not able to get into the spirit and not wanting to bring anyone down.

New year, new asperations. It had taken some work but he had found a smaller research lab two towns over and because he knew Thomas didn’t want to be cooped up in a dark lab all day, he had even better news. They had a team that went outside and collected samples and did most of their experiments outdoors! They even went on trips to other countries to study new flora and fauna. He would be just like the nature scientists in movies. going to the deepest parts of the jungle, maybe even the rainforest. Thomas had talked about wanting to go to a rainforest since he heard the song Rainforest Rap as a kid.

“What’s got you so happy today Logan?” Patton asked smiling and drinking his morning coffee. Logan straightened his tie. “Just going to talk to Thomas today about an amazing opportunity I found.” he grinned. “Good for you Kiddo! Is it a idea for another video?” “Nope!” he replied all too cheery sinking out and into Thomas bedroom. “Thomas I come barring wonderful news!” he paused when he saw Thomas and Roman looking sullen and down trodden. “Is…everything alright? are you hurt?” he asked walking over swiftly and bending down. “Vine is gone, the whole website is shut down.” Thomas sighed resting his head on his folded arms. “Oh…I’m so sorry Thomas I know you really liked that website. There will be others though, you still have your YouTube.” “Yeah, but…doing videos that are longer than 6 seconds long just seems so intimidating, especially without Vine to fall back on, what if I cant think of enough content?”

Logan gave him a small smile. “well I have good news Thomas and a way you can fill your content too.” Thomas cocked a brow. “what are you talking about?” “Ta Da!!!” he grinned pushing the job application, all filled out into his hosts hands. “They are close to prevent home sickness but travel and explore frequently so you don’t get bored. They pay well and the work they are doing to help the environment is phenomenal.” He grinned waiting for Thomas to share in his excitement. He really had outdid himself this time. “Oh, Logic I don’t want to think about that right now, I’m sorry its just not a good time. I have a lot on my mind.” he said sighing and handing Logan back the paper. “Wait! I didn’t tell you the best part, They go on trips to the rainforest, as in real rainforests in South America. You love rainforests.” Thomas expression didn’t change. “yeah, I guess I did want to go to a rainforest when I was younger. I-I don’t know Logic there is just a lot happening right now, can’t we give it some time and think about it?” Logan's smile slipped off his face and his brows furrowed. “I’m sorry Thomas, but its been two years since you got out of school I mean…I think we have taken enough time to think things out, don’t you? I must insist we take this opportunity before someone else does.” he urged. “I’m sorry I know it’s taking some time but I just have a lot to think about right now. Now that vines dead I will have to really adjust to YouTube and find new content to make but I have a loyal fan base who will hopefully follow me over there. I’m the Storytime guy after all.” He laughed. Logan didn’t

“Thomas this has gone on long enough. You’re the ‘Storytime Guy?’ Okay that doesn’t mean anything. You are also a chemical engineer and a very smart person. Now is the time we leave all this silly Vine business behind us and move on to better and more important things. Don’t you want to get started on finding new conclusions and testing new experiments?” “I don’t know what I want to do Logic! I don’t even know if I want to be a chemical Engineer anymore! Everything about it just seems boring now, I found something that makes me happy, why can’t you just let this go?!” Thomas snapped sitting up and glairing at him. Logan stared at him like he just witnessed a murder. He couldn’t be serious…this is all Logan had looked forward to for six years “Y-You don’t mean that. You went to college for this Thomas, I know your videos are important to you but so is your education right?” Thomas rolled his eyes. “look college was fun but its over now and I found a new way to support myself. I never expected to be doing a job like this but now that I am I want to give it a real shot.” “So school was a waste then? all for nothing?!“ ”No!, I really and truly did think at the time that I wanted to do that, but I don’t know, I just did some soul searching and found out I wanted something different.“ “So you are just giving up on science and trading it in for social media?!” “Logic that has already happened, you just haven’t been ready to see it. I’m sorry but I just don’t want to do that anymore. Next to acting and collabing and making music…that other stuff just seems…boring.”

Logan sat back rocking on his heels and becoming very interested in the ceiling and trying to make the stupid lump in his throat go away. “Logic I’m sorry I-” Logan snatched the paper back up and sunk out, not letting him finish and definitely not letting them get the satisfaction of seeing the tears steaming down his face. He gritted his teeth in frustration before he began ripping up the paper into a million shreds and throwing them all over his room. Raking notebooks off the desk and ripping down his posters and degrees. His chest was heaving and he couldn’t stop his body from shaking as he finally collapsed on the carpet sobbing.

“Oh god I hope I studied enough! that test is going to be super hard!” “not to worry Thomas we went over the material thoroughly and you are well prepared” “thanks Logic!” Thomas waved before running off to Physics.

“Good job Thomas, You did so great Honey!” “I can’t believe I won the whole science fair! Everyone in the grade entered!” He said excitedly from the back seat looking at his medal. Logan sat next to him grinning like crazy. He knew Thomas would win they had spent weeks working on it. “Congratulations Thomas I knew you could do it.” Thomas put his hand over Logans. “We did it.” he clarified. Logan smiled like a maniac the whole night. Proud as ever.

Logan couldn’t breath. The tears wouldn't stop flowing and his body wouldn’t stop shaking. He curled up on the carpet and just let it all wash over him. It was his fault for getting his hopes up really. This is what comes from getting emotionally invested in things…and people.

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“What is up everybody! wow another year come and gone, but I did so much this year it is crazy. I guest starred in a Disney show and went to Vidcon, won a Streamy award and tons of other cool activities. You might think I would be looking to take some time off after that but you would be wrong. I have so many cool things coming up, Logan do you want to tell them about a few of them?” Thomas asked pointing to him. Since they had been introduced as part of a series on Thomas channel called Sander Sides he had been a bit more involved with the videos. Not a huge part to play and more often than not he found himself used as more of a walking talking day planner than anything else.

He plastered on his fake smile and pulled out his notebook. “On the second of next month you are going to a convention and doing a meet and greet in New York. Every other week this month you have new collabs and you are scheduled to make more content for your second channel later this week.” He said putting away his book. “Thanks buddy!” Thomas said before his attention was once again pulled away to something Roman was saying to Virgil. The audience did so love their witty banter. He remained quiet until the video was over while Patton defended Virgil telling Roman not to be so mean to his ‘favorite precious sunshine’ Logan opened his mouth to say something to Roman about a fact he was just plain wrong about, but before he could utter a sound Thomas was wrapping up the video with his Hello Fresh sponsorship. Logan sighed and bit his lip, looking around before sinking out, back to his room. Quiet, alone and not in the way. Just how everyone wanted him to be.

#Logan Sanders #Logan sanders angst #thomas sanders #sander sides fanfiction #sandersides fanfiction

[princessjungeun]

Chuuves Royalty AU~ Part 2

Sooyoung managed to tough out two hours of the three hour meeting with the Wong family.

In the beginning she was sitting directly next to Prince Lucas, but now she was practically sitting in her mother’s lap. Like mentioned before Lucas was incredibly cocky...and kind of an asshole. A total player.

All the young man wanted was a pretty girl to call his own. He didn’t know how to treat women, those who worked for him, and even his own mother.

Sooyoung had flicked, elbowed, pinched, and slapped his hands away from touching her arm, hand, or leg under the table. By now she had had enough and her eyes scanned the room for Hyunjin.

The young servant was standing by the door as Sooyoung made eye contact with her. The princess sent Hyunjin their “signal”, pulling her left ear lightly, and immediately Hyunjin was ready to help.

Sooyoung excused herself giggling lightly and saying “princess problems” with an incredibly fake smile. Hyunjin escorted her out to her bedroom where it was just the two of them.

“What would you like me to do Princess?” Hyunjin asked politely, knowing it was best to address Sooyoung this way when she was annoyed.

The princess allowed Hyunjin to help her change out of her gown and into her favorite old dress.

Sooyoung replied “I’m heading out, tell them I felt sick and had to leave. Oh and that I wouldn’t like company for the rest of the night.”

Hyunjin worked quickly, knowing the two would only have about 15 minutes until someone came looking for them. The servant asked cautiously “w-where are you off to? I just want to know i’m case...”

Sooyoung thought for a moment then said “I’ll go see Jinsol.” Hyunjin tugged Sooyoung’s favorite dress over her head, smoothing out the fabric.

The older girl pulled off her heeled shoes and handed her tiara over to Hyunjin. Sooyoung tied her hair into a ponytail with a ribbon she tore from the previously worn gown. Hyunjin flinched at the action, making a mental note to fix it while Sooyoung was gone.

“Hades is outside in the stable right?” Sooyoung asked as she tied her boots tightly on her feet.

Hyunjin responded “yes she is. Please be careful and be back before sundown.”

Sooyoung nodded and opened her bedroom window. She climbed out of the window and used the bricks as a climbing wall to decend to the ground. It’s something she has done for years, nevertheless it still scares Hyunjin as she does it.

The princess made her way to the stables undetected. She laid eyes on her horse and cooed “awww Hades... my pretty girl.”

Sooyoung laughed time herself remembering the day she chose Hades, the Friesian horse was just a pony at the time. Sooyoung was just a little girl but even then she was resistant to typical ways of a princess. Her parents tried to convince her to get a small white pony but instead she chose a black one. Her parents suggested a cute name like Lily or Flora, instead she chose Hades knowing they wouldn’t like it. Even then Sooyoung was a little trouble maker, a quality she still hasn’t lost.

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The ride to the Jung kingdom wasn’t long, the neighboring kingdom only 30 minutes away. When Sooyoung arrived in front of the grand castle, the guards let her in without question.

A servant took Hades to their stable while another guided Sooyoung to see the princess, who doubled as Sooyoung’s best friend.

Upon reaching the princess’s bed chamber Sooyoung flung the doors open without knocking. The blonde princess rested on her bed reading, mumbling the words softly to herself as her eyes scanned the page.

“Wow if I was a murderer who snuck in to kill you, you’d be dead by now.” Sooyoung spoke as she kicked off her boots.

The blonde haired queen to be hopped off her bed and engulfed her best friend in a hug. “SOOYOUNGIE! It’s been four days, I know but I missed you!”

Sooyoung raised an eyebrow “what’s got you so happy? Jinsol, have you met someone?”

A blush overtook Jinsol’s cheeks, running up to her ears. The blonde princess was quick to straighten her face and wave it off, changing the subject as she spoke.

“Did you run off from another meeting with a suitor’s family? Sooyoungie you know you can’t keep avoiding this...” Jinsol scolded her best friend even though she knew the younger girl wouldn’t listen.

Sooyoung responded “yeah but it was with Prince Lucas. You know I cant stand him...and stop avoiding it and tell me who you met!”

Jinsol put her book down and smiled as she started talking. “Oh Sooyoungie they’re so perfect. They’re from a small neighboring kingdom and I just met them last week. I’ve never met someone I found myself attracted to with such a good personality with the looks to match it.” The blonde princess gushed about this mystery person, growing happier as she talked.

Sooyoung asked “when can I meet them? What’s their name?”

Jinsol responded without thinking “Kim Jungeun!” As soon as the name left her mouth she froze, remembering she’s never talked to Sooyoung about this.

Sooyoung asked “Kim Jungeun? But she’s a princess.”

Jinsol locked eyes with her best friend and replied “I-I know... please don’t hate me...”

That’s when it clicked in Sooyoung’s mind Jinsol likes girls. She stood up and pulled Jinsol into her arms, “I could never hate you...you just never told me so I assumed you liked boys...does your dad know?”

The blonde princess replied “no not yet...I need to tell him soon. He’s trying to have me married and crowned queen before my next birthday. I’ve already met a few suitors too but- I just can’t.”

Sooyoung rubbed Jinsol’s shoulder reassuringly “it will all work out Soulie. If you need anything come see me okay?” The blonde princess nodded before thanking her best friend for being so accepting.

The two princesses ended up going to Jinsol’s bedroom balcony and just taking like they usually did. They lost track of time and only realized it was getting late when they saw the sun started to set.

Jinsol walked Sooyoung to the palace stables, mostly because she wanted to see Hades, before waving them off.

As Sooyoung rode home all she could think about was how Jinsol was attracted to women. She wondered what it would be like if she were to love another woman. Eventually she overwhelmed herself with the subject, deciding to push the thought out of her mind completely. Instead she focused on how she would sneak back into her own palace without being caught by her parents.

#chuuves royalty au

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Saving Grace - Part 3

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

(Takes place after The Avengers defeat Thanos and people lost in the snap are back).

A/N -Sorry summary sucks! If i say too much it will give things away! 💜

(3 months later)

I was sat on one of the sun loungers in the back yard with Wanda as we watched Bucky and Sam running around after Harrison while Clint was working away at the BBQ.

"You seem happier sweetheart" Wanda said rolling her head to the side to look at me.

"I feel a lot better, its still tough but I'm getting there" i told her truthfully smiling as i watched Bucky scoop up Harrison making him laugh loudly.

"Having Bucky around looks like its helped a lot"

"His been great...."

"But?"

"Its just...." i could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and shifted in my seat.

"Just spit it out!"

"My hormones are going crazy!"

"Okay....." she looked confused and shook her head waiting for me to explain.

"Im horny all the time!!" I whispered to her "and he walks around looking like that..." i nodded my head over to where Bucky was now rolling around the grass with Harrison climbing on him, both of them laughing.

"Get him lil man!" Sam was encouraging Harrison as he stood laughing at the two of them.

"Like what? Its not like his naked Y/N" Wanda chuckled clearly thinking I'm loosing mind.

"Okay, you don't think this is real..... take a look"

"You mean you want me to use my powers on you?"

"Its the only way you'll get what i mean"

I could see the red wisps appear around Wanda's fingers and creep over to me, her eyes glowing red and then she gasped sitting back in her seat a little breathless.

"Wow! Thats..... intense"

"I told you!!"

"Hey doll.... you okay?" Bucky asked marching towards us, i let out a whimper at the way he strutted towards me.... i was about ready to throw myself at him i swear to god.

"Hmmm im fine, why?"

"I saw Wanda using her magic on you...."

"Oh that was nothing, just girl stuff" i shrugged holding my hand up "help me up would you i need to pee"

"Of course" he smiled taking my hand and easily pulling me up to my feet.

"Thanks, if im like this now what am i gonna be like by the end!" I moaned as i walked into the house.

On my way back outside i saw Sam in the kitchen grabbing more beers, he gave me a smile as soon as he saw me.

"Hey mama, you want anything?"

"Id love a beer" i said pouting at the fact i couldn't drink.

"How about a soda?"

"Fine! Always gotta ruin my fun Sammy"

As i walked over to grab my soda from Sam and help him with the beers he pulled me in for a hug.

"You doing okay?" He asked quietly placing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Im doing better, theres still alot anger there but im trying my best to push it aside" i admitted to the man who had been like a brother to me since the day i met him, it was always so easy to talk to Sam "i've gotta put Harrison and the baby first. My anger towards 'he who wont be named' isn't going to help anyone, so whats the point?"

"Your a better person than me Y/N"

"Its not gonna do me any good, it wont make him come back to us, he had his life with Peggy just like he always wanted. Even if that meant leaving us behind"

"If he wasn't so old i'd punch him in the face for you i promise"

"Haha get in line darlin, Wanda would be out for blood and Bucky.... well i think he would channel his inner Winter Soldier" i chuckled as i stepped out of Sams arms to grab the drinks.

"You and Bucky seem to be getting close"

"Sam..... don't start" i shook my head knowing where this was going "we're just friends, his helping me with Harrison...."

"It'd be okay if there WAS something there though I'm just saying" he held up his hands "i hate to admit this but Bucky is a good guy"

"I know he is, believe me i know"

"So whats the problem?"

"Erm how about the fact I'm pregnant by his best friend?" I said with wide eyes, it should have been the obvious reason!

"Well actually IM his best friend now since old man Rogers turned up"

"Erghhh you know what i mean! Stop making this weird!" I grabbed the drinks and headed outside away from the conversation.

"Hey, everything okay? I was gonna come looking for you you were gone that long" Wanda asked looking concerned.

"Yeah fine, just chatting with Sam"

"About anything exciting?"

"Nope" i replied popping the P as i shook my head and took my seat again.

"Mama!" Harrison said running over wanting to climb into my lap.

"Hey baby" i picked him up and his little arms held me round my shoulders as he buried his head in my neck "awww is someone sleepy" i smiled running my hand over his blonde hair "did Uncle Bucky wear you out bud?"

I felt Harrison nod his head and heard Wanda chuckle....2 minutes later he was fast asleep.

"Sweetboy just wanted his mama" Wanda said smiling as she looked at Harrison "i still can't believe you have a son and that i missed so much"

"I know me too Wan, at least you'll get to witness everything with this one" i said looking down at my almost 6 month bump.

"Oh Y/N i cant wait! Im so excited"

"Hey Wan, how would you feel about being in the delivery room with me when i have her?..... you don't have to only i really don't wanna do it alone"

"Are you being serious??? You would want me there??"

"Of course! Your my best friend"

"I would be honoured!"

"Thanks, your the best".

"Ladies foods ready" Clint called over and Wanda shot up and rushed over to grab something, i stayed where i was not wanting to disturb Harrison.

"Here, grabbed you a cheeseburger" Bucky suddenly appeared holding out the burger, it smelt like heaven and made me smile instantly.

"Bucky Barnes you are the best!" I beamed making grabby hands towards the plate he held.

"Here i'll swap you.... let me take Harrison while you eat"

"Thanks" i smiled up at him accepting the plate, then I watched as Bucky carefully took Harrison. He rubbed his back soothingly when he stirred a little bit but Harrison cuddled up to Bucky, his face buried against Buckys neck.

"Do you want me to go put him in bed?"

"If you don't mind that would be great, could you grab the monitor from his dresser please on your way out?"

"Sure thing doll, be right back" he smiled at me before heading inside.

"Bucky is so good with Harrison" i heard Wanda say, i turned round to see she was back in her seat with a plate full of food a huge smile on her face.

"He is, I'm glad Harrison has him around. Ever since Ste... HE left, i worry about the effect it will have on Harrison" i admitted "his okay right?.... i mean his young...."

"His fine i promise you, he has the best mommy in the world. Not to mention a kick ass aunt and uncles who love him so much"

"Id be lost without you guys".

"We'll we're not going anywhere so you have nothing to worry about".

The following couple of days felt a bit off between Bucky and me after our friends had been constantly commenting on how close we had been getting, i started to panic and distance myself.

I wasn't blind, obviously i could see how attractive Bucky was but with my hormones all over the place.... it wasn't a good idea to even think about it. Plus he was Steve's BEST FRIEND!!

"Hey" i heard Bucky call out as he opened the front door.

"Hey Buck" i called back from the kitchen where i was making dinner. Bucky came into kitchen dropping his bag in the corner before walking over to Harrison to say hello.

"everything okay at the compound?"

"Same old, Secretary Ross is still against Sam taking on the shield" he said as he come to grab a bottle of water from the fridge "their pressing for this new guy Walker to take on the Captain America mantle"

"Of course they are, they want someone they can control" i rolled my eyes. Ross had always hated that Steve did his own thing, he wouldn't let them decide who he could or couldn't help and Sam was just the same.

"The guy seems like a punk not gonna lie"

"Sounds about right, probably their golden boy"

"We're fighting it the best we can but its tough" Bucky shrugged, i turned to look at him and noticed he looked exhausted.

"Why don't you go have a shower while i finish dinner, you look tired"

"Sounds good doll, your the best" he smiled and placed a kiss to my temple as he passed like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do.

At dinner Harrison insisted on sitting next to his Uncle Bucky like always! Something that always made Bucky smile proudly. I loved that he had Bucky around but i couldn't help but think of how Steve was gone.... how could he leave his son so easily!

"Y/N you okay?" Bucky asked getting my attention, i nodded quickly and forced a smile.

"Yeah I'm fine"

"You sure? You've been kinda distant the past couple of days" he said as he wiped Harrison's face over and helped him down from the table.

"Just thinking about some things" i shrugged watching as Harrison run back through to the living room to play with his toys.

"Your nervous..... i can hear your heart racing you know"

"Buck thats not fair...."

"Whats going on? Talk to me"

"Its nothing to worry about"

"Is this about what Sam said the other day at the BBQ?"

"About what?" I asked playing dumb.

"I heard him ask about how close we'd become...."

"His not the only one who's mentioned it, Wanda said something too" i admitted shifting nervously in my seat.

"I see" he nodded sadly "you don't want them thinking theres anything going on with us"

"No! I don't care what they think. Its just.... this is so messed up Bucky"

"If I've over stepped in anyway I'm sorry.... i never meant to make you uncomfortable"

"You haven't i promise, honestly I've been so glad to have you here. I don't know what i would have done without you.... it feels so.... it feels right with you here. It scares me how much i need you around"

"Well I'm not going anywhere" he shrugged "i'll always be here for you and Harrison. Its been so long since i felt like i have a home....and... being here with you and Harrison? Im so happy and i can't remember ever feeling like this"

Bucky suddenly reached over placing his metal hand over mine "I don't know how Steve could ever leave you both. If you were mine id never let you out of my sight"

"Thats because your a good man Bucky Barnes" i smiled turning my hand so i could hold his hand better "after Steve left i was broken hearted you saw me" i scoffed "i didn't think it was possible to get past it let alone feel anything for anyone else..... then you came along"

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah" i chuckled "its just the timing.... i mean look at me, Im 6 months pregnant, my emotions are all over the place. I just think if we're even considering being anything more than friends that we need to wait. At least until after the baby....."

"I can wait" he nodded quickly "like i said I'm not going anywhere"

"Okay" i nodded giving him a smile "lets just keep this conversation between us for now, i don't want the others getting involved in this. They mean well but...."

"Their not exactly subtle about it are they?"

"I don't think they know the meaning of the word".

Tag list: @jennmurawski13 @kenzieam @captainchrisstan @s-t-r-i-k-e-us @lets--be-honest

@ms-betsy-fangirl wont let me tag :(

#sebastian stan #chris evans #sam wilson #steve rogers #sebastianstan #bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky x reader #steve x reader #saving grace #reader insert

[mothercetrion]

By the Light of Fireflies

Summary: First kisses are usually awkward. But their first kiss was perfect in every way.

Characters: Nightwolf, Fujin

Word Count: 1390

here is windwolf’s first kiss. they make me really soft and i cant stop writing them. enjoy!!!

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Nightwolf had never been in a serious relationship before. It was never something that he dwelled on too heavily, and even though he one day wanted to settle down with someone he strongly cared about, he knew that he would one day meet someone and know, deep in his soul, that they were who he wanted to settle down with.

That person was Fujin.

He knew it the moment they started spending nearly every day together. It was when Fujin visited Nightwolf in Earthrealm in the mornings and did not leave until the sun had vanished over the horizon, when merely looking at Fujin caused butterflies to fill Nightwolf’s stomach. That’s when he knew that his deep affection for Fujin was authentic. He knew that all those years of not wanting a relationship had paid off because he found someone who made him happy, happier than he could ever imagine.

When he and Fujin had made their relationship official, it had been bliss from the start. The days they spent together left Nightwolf a grinning mess when he returned home. They visited restaurants that they had never tried, visited tourist spots for the silly souvenirs that Fujin adored, simply walked in the woods near Nightwolf’s home to talk about flowers or birds or nothing at all. They had even sat in a tree deep in the woods, merely watching as birds flew by and existed in their world. They had fallen asleep there, and when he woke, Nightwolf’s shoulders were sore. But the smile on Fujin’s face when he turned around made it worth it.

Time with Fujin was the best time. Nightwolf was smitten and falling harder for the god every day.

It was a summer evening when Fujin suggested that he and Nightwolf go on another date. Without question, he put on some casual wear and met Fujin outside his home. He was dressed outside of his typical godly armor, and instead of a braid, he wore his hair in a bun at the nape of his neck. He looked beautiful. They hugged as a greeting, and with a gush of wind, Fujin flew them to the destination of their date.

Thanks to Fujin’s wind abilities, they arrived in a forest clearing several miles from Nightwolf’s home within minutes. Much to Nightwolf’s surprise, fireflies filled the air and flew all around them, lighting up the sky around them in a soft glow. It was more fireflies in one location than he had ever seen in his life. Nightwolf was stunned.

“How did you know that the fireflies would be so abundant?” Nightwolf asked.

Fujin simply smiled. “Lots of research, dearest. I know you love the fireflies that come out in the warm months, so I wanted you to see them in full.” He sat on a blanket that Nightwolf didn’t even notice. “Sit. I brought dinner.”

Nightwolf could hardly hear him over the beating of his own heart. The way it fluttered at the sound of Fujin calling him “dearest” was indescribable.

He sat next to Fujin as he revealed a basket with broccoli pasta and a homemade loaf of bread. They gathered their servings and began their meal, chatting about everything and anything that came to their minds. Nightwolf complimented the food several times, and Fujin always grinned in delight every time. He had rarely cooked for himself before, not needing much food to survive thanks to his god status, but he had gotten much better in recent months.

Eventually, they finished their meal, and Nightwolf slid over to sit directly next to Fujin. He leaned against his side with a content smile, watching as the fireflies danced in the sky. “Fujin, this is amazing. The food, the fireflies, you…” He turned to look up at his boyfriend, his smiling growing. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Fujin grinned. “I’m glad you have enjoyed it. I only want the best for you.” He lifted a hand and traced along Nightwolf’s upper back, his touch gentle. “However, there is one final surprise for our date. I’m unsure if you will like it or not, but I remain hopeful.”

Nightwolf sat up a bit straighter. “Another surprise? Fujin, I’m unworthy!”

“Nonsense! You deserve a thousand surprises.” Fujin rose to his feet and pulled a portable CD player out from under the blanket. Nightwolf stood as Fujin turned it on and started playing a jazz melody from the machine. With a soft gaze, Fujin held out a hand to Nightwolf as the music filled the area. “Would you like to dance?”

Nightwolf began to blush at the sight of him. He looked so hopeful, far cuter than he usually did on any given day. With a deep breath, he extended his hand and grabbed Fujin’s hand. “I would love to.”

They stepped into the clearing and leaned into one another. Fujin rested his hands at the small of Nightwolf’s back while Nightwolf planted his arms on his shoulders. At the same time, the two began to sway to the music in the background, slowly stepping in a circle. Nightwolf noticed that Fujin couldn’t stop smiling.

“I didn’t know you danced,” he mused.

Fujin shook his head, laughing. “I don’t usually. I only really dance on special occasions… for special people.” He flashed a grin. “You should see Raiden dance. He dances far less than me, but his skill… It’s vastly impressive.”

Nightwolf couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Raiden dancing. What a sight…

They continued to sway for several minutes. The fireflies began to light up to the music, almost as if they knew that the moment was meaningful for the couple.

The evening could not have been better.

Nightwolf wanted to kiss him.

Wait. He did?

He hadn’t kissed Fujin before. The time had never been right for them to share their first kiss.

But this moment, this date in the woods with Fujin… it was the best time for it. He knew it in his heart. It had to happen.

Nightwolf lowered one of his hands and cupped Fujin’s cheek. His skin was smooth against his fingers, and he traced a thumb along his cheekbone with a growing smile. Fujin returned the smile, his eyes twinkling in delight. Nightwolf could look into those glowing eyes for an eternity and never grow tired of them.

With a movement of a hand, he guided Fujin’s face to his, closed his eyes, and kissed him as gently as he could manage. The jazz in the background faded away, and all he could focus on was the cool lips against his.

For a second, he worried that it was a mistake. Fujin wasn’t ready to kiss him. It wasn’t the right time. He had ruined their relationship for feelings that weren’t there.

But then Fujin pulled him closer for a moment, deepening the kiss before pulling away. Nightwolf opened his eyes, and to his surprise, Fujin looked stunned.

“You…” Fujin let out a laugh, still processing the moment. “You just kissed me.”

Nightwolf’s face went hot at the statement. “Did you want me to?”

Fujin laughed again. “Of course, I did!” He moved a hand from his back to play with Nightwolf’s hair. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now… I just never knew the right time. I wanted you to be happy with how it went.” His hand stopped to cup Nightwolf’s face. His touch was gentle and filled with love. “Your happiness is of the utmost importance to me. Always is and always will be.”

Nightwolf smiled, leaning into Fujin’s sweet touch. Never in his life had he met someone like Fujin. He never would meet anyone else like it for the remainder of his life. Fujin was reliable. Honest, kind, and sincere. A person to count on and a shoulder to cry on. Almost too good to be true.

The love of his life.

“I love you, Fujin.”

Fujin’s eyes lit up in delight. Nightwolf pulled him in for a hug, resting his head against his shoulder. The music filled his ears again. The fireflies continued to dance circles around them, twinkling in rhythm.

He felt a kiss on the top of his head, and Fujin’s hold on him became a little tighter. “I love you too, Nightwolf. More than you’ll ever know.”

An evening of bliss.

#nightwolf #fujin #windwolf #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #fic #my fic #mine #this flopped HARD on ao3 :( #hopefully it does better

[ladykatibeth]

“Missing”

Fandom: Sander Sides

Rating: Teen for swearing

Summary:The crown prince of the kingdoms goes on a quest to find his brother, meanwhile a famers kid meets up with a friend.

A/N: Will be continued,if you want to feel free to ask questions about the characters! I have my inbox open. Feel free to reblog.

Remus was Missing.

Remus was missing and Roman didn’t know where he was. Remus was missing, and he was gone for good this time, and Roman didn’t know what to do.

Remus was missing--his twin was missing. His twin was missing, Remus was--

Roman should have done something, noticed sooner. Or even noticed at all. Remus had always been loud, obnoxiously loud, Roman had remarked a couple of times. Remus had been a bit quieter than usual, the past week. But Remus had always had his ups and downs, despite what it might have seemed Remus couldn’t keep up his high energy forever. Every once in a while he ended up crashing.

Roman should have known though. Should have picked it out. Should have noticed. But he had been so busy last week. Well, busier than usual. There's always lessons, boring parties where adults talked about stupid things, and other such duties. But that week he had been preparing to do a speech, anxiously prepping and preparing. He had been so stressed, being crown prince was no easy task, honestly sometimes he just wanted to get away.

Maybe that's why Remus left.

Maybe that's why Remus left.

Maybe--

Roman could feel his breath hitch in his throat, his eyes were wet, why was he crying? Why couldn’t he breathe?

Roman felt a hand on his shoulder. He tensed as he suddenly remembered where he was. His hands were gripping the bed. The breath slowly returned to his lungs, maybe he had been cursed. Cursed by some breath stealing fairy. That would actually be a good idea for a story, he’d have to return to that later.

“Roman?” Right. Later. He looked up to see Logan looking down at him with a concerned expression on his face. Roman could almost find it in himself to smile. Logan would know what to do. Logan always knew what to do.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I look like I'm okay?” Roman threw his arms around, nearly hitting Logan, who had started to sit down next to Roman.

Logan frowned. “I don't understand, you and I both know disappearing is not out of the realm of your brother's usual behavior. He runs off somewhere, every third week.” His frown deepened. “You both do, actually, no matter how hard I try to stop you.”

Logan had become Roman and Remus’s court companion, by nature of being literally the only other child that lived in the castle. The title wasn't exactly official, but that's what everyone had taken to calling him, almost affectionately. And Logan did the job as best as he could. Making sure neither one of them got themselves killed.

Logan also happened to be the son of Roman and Remus’s tutor. He excelled in almost everything, math, science, geography even English, though he struggled with the metaphors. Out of the three of them, Logan had always gotten the best scores. Roman might have called it favoritism if he didn’t know Logan so well.

Roman passed Logan the note he held crumpled up in his hand. In his despair he had almost forgotten it had been there. Logan carefully read over the material, his face changing only slightly, so slightly Roman wouldn't have caught it if he hadn't known what to look for. He squinted adjusting his glasses.

Of course, knowing what was in the letter himself helped. Roman had reread it over and over again, after finding it on his nightstand that morning.

Ro,

I'm leaving. For good this time. Don’t blame yourself, don't try to come after me, because I don’t want to come back. I don't know what I'll do next, maybe become a pirate? Or live in the woods in a cave,like a bear, and run around naked and eat wild plants! Who knows. I’ll decide later. Anyway, I’ll write to you if I find a way to from wherever I’m going. Say goodbye to Lo for me.

Ps. Don't show this to Mom.You know she’ll come after me.

Pps. If you show this to Mom I'll come back to the castle and bludgeon you. I am not above fratricide.

Roman had quickly hid that note under his pillow. And then he pulled it out to read it again, before sticking it back. He had been doing that all morning. He had at first felt angry, how dare he leave him to do this by himself, that hadn’t been the plan! That's what twins were for! So you didn't have to do things like stealing cookies from cooks, or running kingdoms, alone!

So that was that then. His brother was gone, he left, purposefully disappeared. Roman was going to tackle him if he found him. When he found him. Determination flooded into him.

Logan looked up at him. Probably seeing something in his eyes, he said “You’re going to go try to find him.” He looked at him disapprovingly.

Shit.

“I have to--!” Roman said. Roman drew short, and quickly looked around. He lowered his voice, “I'm going, and you can’t stop me!” Logan glared at him.

Roman glared back, harder. Logan maintained his gaze for a second then looked away, sighing. “Fine, then, I will accompany you.”

“You don't have to-” Roman said. Logan raised an eyebrow.

“I know I don't have to.” He walked over to Roman’s closet and grabbed a bag. “Pack some clothes, I’ll make a list of things we need, and draft a plan.” He placed the bag down next to Roman.

For the first time today Roman smiled. He could almost taste the adventure coming up on the horizon.

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Patton couldn’t wait to see his friend! He had said they could meet up today. Patton was so excited he sped through his chores. And boy, there were a lot!

Not that Patton ever really minded that much. He loved the animals on the farm. And he liked getting up early, and getting to watch the sun rise. The only problem was that he had finished too early. By the time he had gotten back it was already twelve O’clock and he still had two more hours to wait.

It was currently 1:30. He still had thirty minutes to wait, but his friend was rarely on time. Sometimes he came early, but mostly he came “fashionably” late as he had called it once. Patton had laughed.

Patton was sitting by the edge of the forest, near his house. The grass underneath Patton's hands was soft, and the sun shone brightly through the trees. The wind felt breezy, tousling through his hair. Patton giggled.

Patton's thoughts wandered to when he met his friend. It was almost a year ago, Patton had been playing around near the woods. His mama had told him to never to go in them. So Patton stayed around them, sure to never get too close to the trees. But Patton had thought he heard crying.

At first he was able to convince himself it was nothing, just the wind rustling through the trees, but the sound grew louder until it could not be classified as anything but sobbing. All thoughts of getting in trouble fled him. Someone was hurting, he needed to help them.

He had wandered slowly into the woods, holding his breath. Barely making a sound. He walked on the path, trying to listen from where he thought he had heard the sound. If somebody was hurt he had to help. Nevermind the fear slowly creeping up his spine.

As he journeyed farther and farther into the woods, the volume of the crying would cycle. Just as he thought he was about to reach the person, it would decrease again. Patton was just starting to think that he’d been tricked when he heard movement in the trees.

He turned around.

Nobody was there.

He slowly turned forward.

A snake was hanging down from the tree, right by him. Patton screamed. He fell backwards and froze. The black and yellow snake drew up close to him. So close he could see the wrinkly outline of its scales. Its eyes were cat-like. The snake's head nodded to the side, an expression that, on a human, would certainly be read as amused curiosity.

Patton got up and ran.

He could feel air rushing past him. He was running on autopilot, passing through trees and ducking under vines. Low hanging branches and thorny bushes nicked at his skin. He nearly avoided tripping over a couple of twigs and branches. He slowed down to a light jog, before stopping and sitting on a log to catch his breath. Patton looked around.

Nothing looked familiar. Patton thought he had come out from his left side. He walked back that way. Trying to go the way he remembered coming from, turning left and right. Just as he thought he would never make it out of these woods, he saw light. Light! Patton ran toward it.

Only to find himself back in the same place he started.

He tried again, and again, changing directions, taking lefts where last time he took rights. But every time he found himself in the same place. It didn't help that the tree markers seemed to flip and change randomly. And Patton couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. “Why cant you just leaf me alone?” He tried to joke, but his punning fell flat.

He sat back down on his log, and started to cry.

He heard something move in the trees. His breath hitched, and he looked up. A boy about his age was sitting on a branch and looking down at him, lazily dangling a leg off the side of the tree.

His clothes were dark. Pretty fancy for the woods, Patton thought. The boy had a button down shirt, and a cloak wrapped around him. He had yellow gloves, and a hat Patton had never seen before. Patton thought he looked like a storybook villain.

“Crying is, absolutely, one of the best, most productive, responses one could have to getting lost in the woods.” Patton whipped his face with his sleeve. That was kind of a mean thing for him to say.

“Hello!” Patton said, trying to make himself seem happier than he felt. “My name is Patton!”

The boy looked sharply down at him and hissed a half-whisper, “Could you be any louder? I’d love for you to make it known to the whole world that I’m up here!”

Patton frowned. This convo wasn’t going well at all. He pushed forward, and half-whispered “Sorry, it's nice to meet you, what's your name?”

The boy tipped his hat. “You can call me Deceit.” They sat in silence for a minute.

“Well…” Patton began.

“Well?” Deceit said.

“Well, It's just, I'm kinda lost….”Patton trailed off.

“Clearly.”

“And you seem to know these woods a bit…..” Deceit’s expression didn’t change.

“So maybe,” Patton paused, “Maybe you could help me out?” The end of his statement went high.

Deceit must have seen the desperation on his face. Because he said, “Look, I'm not in the habit of doing favors for people, but I am willing to make an exchange.”

Patton gasped. A snake had appeared where Deceit once was. It slithered up the branch and down the tree. As soon as the snake hit the ground, Deceit reappeared.

So he was the one that scared him earlier!

“Here's the deal, I will help you home, if you agree to do me a favor.” Deceit held out his hand to shake it. Patton reached for it, automatically. Stopping just short of shaking it.

“Wait.” Patton had said tilting his head curiously “What favor?”

“You’ll know it when the time comes.” Patton hesitated for a moment, and then stood up and shook Deceits hand.

And in the end that had turned out to be a great decision! Patton had gotten a new friend! A friend that was running towards him right now. Now that’s a bit weird. Deceit doesn't runs, he just slithers all over the place. Patton giggled a bit at the joke.

His smile became tented with concern when he noticed Deceit had a look of panic on his face. Patton grabbed him by the arms. “Hey, hey, what's the matter, kiddo?”

“Patton, you have to hide me!” Deceit said.

#sander sides #deceit sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #missing #fanfic

[transdonaldduck]

*KICKS IN UR DOOR* I would love to hear more about ur tmnt universe stuff

okay!!! you dont gatta ask me twice. I drew these last night at 3 am and lost steam halfway through and gave up on donatello bc i wasn’t happy with any of my sketches and that’s that! forewarning: im edgy so this is edgy

the rest is under the readmore

The setting: It’s new york babey! We’re following our protagonist April O’Neil, 17 years old, as she navigates the confusing waters of high school, first jobs, and accidentally stumbling upon a mutant underworld. This samples a lot from rotmnt and 2012 bc i have no creativity

characters i’ve thought out

Irma- 18, senior, about to go to college to major in Architecture. She’s aloof but she actually cares about people deep down, she just doesn’t like to show it. She’s trying to let her natural hair color grow out from the years she dyed it black. She likes documentaries, chess, hanging out at graveyeards, and writing horror short stories. Seems sorta doom n gloom but is more apathetic than negative. She’s the president of the journalism club (who runs the school newspaper and morning news segment.) She’s looking for someone to take over the club after she’s gone, and has the perfect candidate in mind… if only April had the skill to match her enthusiasm.

April O’Neil- 17, junior, and aspiring journalist and reporter. She’s upbeat, determined, confident, and a real bright spot ot the people that know her. Her favorite things to do are listen to music, sing, take pictures, and take walks in the sun. She’s a go-getting, very self driver to acheive her goals, and her ultimate goal is to be the greatest reporter that has ever lived. Unfortunately, april doesn’t have the knack for reporting, and every piece she’s submitted to her schools newpaper has been fluff pieces… Irma tasks her with writing a front page headliner for the paper so she feels confident passing the club onto her, and in Aprils attempt to come up with the greatest story ever, she sutmbles upon a gang war and 4 mutant turtles…

Casey Jones- 18, Junior, and barely passing. Casey’s the kind of boy no one really expects anything of, so he doesn’t bother trying bc at least then he won’t fail. April inspires him to be better. He likes bad jokes, terrible coffee, and hockey- he’s hoping that April will tutor him enough to be able to bring his grades up enough to be allowed back on the school’s team. He seems sorta prickly and rude at first, but he’s just got a spiky outer shell and he’s really sweet inside. He loves horror movies and extreme sports competitons. He makes a point to walk april home whenever she stays late working on school stuff,

turtle time

the setting: They still live in the sewers, Splinter is still their dad but he’s very old when he gets the turtles, making him even older now. He does a lot of meditating and watching tv and doing crosswords, yknow old people stuff. He relies a lot on Leo to be the head of the house now that he’s old enough. He still trains the boys to learn martial arts bc he thinks it’s important they can defend themselves, considering what they are. He can kick ass when he needs to, tho

leo- 19, red ear slider, silent and stoic leader, raised as a child to be responisble for his brothers. He’s pretty socially awkward and weird bc he was divided from his brothers at a young age and didn’t get a lot of chances to grow and play with other kids his age. He doesn’t do much outside of train, study, and chores, and April is appaled by the fact that he doesn’t have like, ANY hobbies. she takes it upon herself as a personal mission to find something for him to do. He doesnt know the meaning of the word fun, but he tries not to always be a stick in the mud (mostly by removing himself from the fun situation in a misguided attempt to make everyone happier…)

raph- 18, Snapping turtle, and he’s got a short fuse and a big appetite. He’s a bit resentful of his families situation stuck in the sewers and darkness, and he hates being looked down upon. He’s only rebellious bc of how confined and trapped he feels, and though he can act like a grump and lash out he has a heart of gold. He likes wood carving, it’s actually how he made his little sun pendant he wears, it’s something to remind him the sun will rise soon and he’ll be there to see it.

donatello- 17, softshell turtle, bookworm and tech wizard. he likes to read for fun and he’s super into mechanics and computers. smarter than his brothers but thinks WAY too much, often holes up in his lab for hours trying to work out some particularly tough programming problem and will only come out for tea or pizza. he can be snooty/superior in situations where his intellect can be flashed. the worst ninja of the bunch (he thinks more with his head than with his body and never practices)

mikey- 15, box turtle, goofy gooey heartfelt younger brother. He cant draw for shit but still tries because he thinks it’s fun. He’s good at writing and poetry, he likes words and keeps a daily diary he writes in every day. He also keeps a dream journal and a log on all the tunnels in the sewers they’ve explored. He like to keep notes. Comic books are his favorite reading material but he’s picky about the art styles he enjoys, and he is very naturally talented with anything physical. good at easing tension but has 0 common sense, just a round angel

Leo is the shortest and lightest, agile and quick. Mikey is second shortest but he’s fat, which doesn’t detract from his natural flexibility. Raph is second tallest and broad shouldered with big arms, a powerhouse. Donnie is tall and lanky, a little uncoordinated but still strong.

#tmnt #Anonymous #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo tmnt #raphael tmnt #michaelangelo tmnt #donatello tmnt #my art

[shhh-no-ones-home]

fuse (2/2) slash x reader x izzy stradlin

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part 1 part 2

a part two was suggested by @slashscowboyboots "izzy and reader are both miserable without each other."

i know its not a request but i couldnt help myself. i appreciate you for the ideas and really enjoyed writing this. i hope you like it

song: heather by conan gray

tag list: @cynic-spirit @satans-arse @slashscowboyboots @littlemisscare-all

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i seethed as i watched izzy flirt with the groupie; him and axl both gently touching her arm as she laughed with them. slash just pulled me closer to him, resting his head into the crook of my neck.

"i still think you need to talk to him. this has gone on long enough."

i crossed my arms over my chest.

"what do you care? you're getting laid."

i hissed. he rested his hands on my hips, leaning back to look at me like i was crazy. i sighed in defeat.

"youre right, im sorry. he just makes me so mad."

he shook his head before resuming his position.

"and you dont think you make him mad? you told him off less than a month ago and neither of you have talked since, just aggressive glances at each other across venues, buses, and restaurants."

he snaked his arms around my torso in a hug and i ran my hands lightly across them, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch.

"yeah but weve been over this, he hasnt let up with them though."

i said motioning to the group of girls now surrounding them, begging for attention like dogs.

"but he hasnt been with any of them since the fight, cant you see that?"

he asked and turned to look at him a little bewildered.

"what do you mean?"

he sent me a knowing look.

"we both know hes dying without you. he may still party and flirt and get off, but he hasnt been with any of those girls."

i looked back over at him longingly, catching him glancing at me before looking away quickly. i tapped saul's hand gently, asking to be let go as i stood upright. he held my hand for a second, trying to study my face.

"ill be back, i need some air."

i said slipping my crew pass out of my pocket and onto my neck.

"ill be here when you get back."

he said, letting me leave. i stood up tall, walking with power and my head held high as i walked past the group of them to the door. i pushed it open, squinting my eyes as the setting sun glared in my face. i sighed in relief as the warm evening air engulfed me, the breeze pushing my hair around my shoulders as i leaned into the banister in front of me.

"dont you know its dangerous to be out here by yourself? we have some pretty crazy fans after all."

i heard izzy say behind me, hearing the door click closed a second later.

"its nice to know you still care."

i quipped back, not looking at him as he appeared next to me, lighting a cigarette before mirroring how i was standing.

"of course i do, im just surprised you didnt bring slash out here for a make-out session or something."

i snorted, shaking my head as i looked to the concrete below us.

"guess i just needed a break."

i saw him nod out of the corner of my eye, blowing smoke out into the open air.

"how much of  break?"

he asked hesitantly. i finally looked at him and he looked as lost as i was.

"not sure yet, it depends."

he looked at me quizzically.

"on?"

i breathed deeply.

"on you."

he smirked at me.

"is that so?"

i held a finger in the air.

"before you ask if he's not doing it for me i need you to know that we've only slept together twice in the last month and he is just comforting me cause youve been an asshole this whole tour."

he drew his brows in protest.

"hey! if anything, you started this!"

i leaned back.

"oh i started this? if i remember correctly, you were the one sleeping around after confessing your undying love to me. i had every right to find someone new!"

he scoffed at me, rolling his head to the side.

"is that so? well why did it have to be slash?"

i motioned to the door.

"would you rather it have been axl? steven maybe?"

i said angrily.

"of course not!"

i threw my hands in the air.

"who then? who would you rather i be with?"

he groaned.

"me god damnit!"

he yelled, and i froze.

"i want you to be with me!"

he stepped closer and i stepped back. i watched with wide eyes as he shook his head.

"i do love you, and im an idiot for not showing you that sooner, okay. i will admit that. im an even bigger idiot for not saying something sooner. ive been miserable without you. i cant sleep, i cant eat, i cant think straight."

i sighed heavily.

"and i havent slept with any of those girls since our fight. it just ruined me knowing how mad that made you. and evey part of me wanted to, to make you jealous or get rise out of you but you seemed so happy with slash. its been eating away at me."

i looked down a little ashamed.

"im not happier with slash, izzy. i love you. hes just a friend at best but he was also there when you werent. and hell yeah i was jealous, i was pissed that youve been surrounded by other girls this whole time. it made me so mad cause i missed you. i missed us."

i confessed, looking up at him with sad eyes. he put his cigarette out against the metal banister before flicking the filter away from him.

"i missed us too. can we please go back to what we were doing before? i dont know if i can stand much more of this tour without you."

he said a little broken. i nodded, letting him step closer this time. his hands found their way slowly to my hips as he looked down at me endearingly.

"im so sorry."

he said sincerely, touching my face gently and running his thumb over my cheek. it was a touch i had missed so much and it made me want to cry. i could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he leaned down and kissed me softly. i hummed in content against him as our mouths moved together, my fingers finding their way to the hair at the back of his neck.

"oh, fucking finally."

i heard from the door, both of us pulling away from each other. there was slash standing in the doorway, grinning from ear to ear. i couldnt help the blush creeping its way to my face as izzy held me to him.

"uh, yeah. sorry i didnt come back, i was a little busy."

he raised his beer bottle to me in cheers.

"no worries babe, take all the time you need, im just glad youre fixing things."

i looked up at izzy who was smiling down at me.

"yeah, she might not be coming back to you."

he said before kissing me again, making me giggle into him. i heard slash laugh and then the door clicking behind him as he went back inside. izzy rested his forehead against mine.

"im never letting you go again."

he said pecking me on the lips quickly. i looked between his eyes.

"you promise?"

he nodded against me.

"i promise."

#wattpad #x reader #slash #saul hudson #izzy stradlin #jeffrey isbell #gnr #258 #imagines #one shots

[bobbyboops]

Fluff Alphabet Challenge

First of all I guess I should introduce my mc! 

Name: Ellie Addair

Age: 26

Ethnicity: Mom is American, father is Scottish. 

Grew up in Los Angeles until age 10 then moved to London. Her mother is an actress, father works in film production. 

Profession: Singer/songwriter

Lives in London

Love Interest: Bobby

fluff template

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

She loves his smile, it lights up the whole room, and he has the most infectious laughter. She will do anything to make him smile/laugh. He was the first boy she noticed as she walked out, she saw the smile and couldn't help herself. She was immediately drawn to him. She also loves his eyes and freckles. When they first met she found herself mapping all of his beautiful freckles, and got caught often. She was pretty shameless about it though.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?).

Yes absolutely. She was an only child, and with two parents with very busy schedules she often found herself lonely. She always dreamed of having a big family, and she is extremely excited to start hers. That being said she is in no rush, she has a very demanding career herself, but when she finds the right person and they are both ready she will have no problem taking a step back. She is a talented songwriter and could easily make a living writing for others and take a break from touring. She wants at least 3 children, but could be persuaded to have 4. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Ellie is a huge cuddler, as previously stated she was often lonely growing up, so she always longed for the comfort of physical touch. She loves to be the little spoon, but doesn't mind being the big spoon on occasion. If they are on the couch together watching a movie she will always curl up on his lap or on his chest. Or she likes when he will lay his head on her lap, and she will stroke his head/ play with his hair. When he is in the kitchen baking, she will come up from behind and hold him and kiss between his shoulder blades. She is very physically affectionate.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Dates are usually not too extreme, she loves to plan something at home. She grew up in the spotlight, and knows how unforgiving it can be, so she doesn't love going out and having paps in her face and personal business. That doesn't mean she is boring though. She likes to have MasterChef competitions with Bobby, or cupcake wars. She will turn their backyard into a drive in movie theater, or turn the office into a ball pit. She is very creative! 

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You are my sun, and my shelter. Ellie had gotten used to being the sun for everyone else, but Bobby had quickly shown her he was ready to be the sun for her too.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

The moment she stepped out of the villa and saw his smile beaming back at her she knew she was in trouble, but when they were making out and found themselves on the ground and Bobby mentioned it being something to embarrass the grandkids with she knew for sure. Then when she was sent to hell aka casa she knew her life would always be brighter and happier with him in it.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Ellie is very gentle. Her friends always called her the mother hen of their friend group. She has such a sensitive and compassionate personality, and genuinely cares and worries about the people around her. She will go out of her way to make sure someone’s day is brighter. She is very socially aware, and can often read when people are struggling even when they don't say anything. When she notices someone having a bad day she will do anything to turn it around, usually with some form of humor. She has a hug and a listening ear at the ready always for anyone who needs it, or a joke ready if hugging isn't your thing.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Fingers intertwined, always. She never wants to let go.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

She walked out of the villa the breath caught in her chest, he was so beautiful to look at, and she immediately could feel he was such a warm soul. His smile was like being wrapped in a blanket fresh out of the dryer. Then when he spoke and made her laugh she knew no one else would compare to him. Her mind was made up immediately.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

I mean doesn't everyone get jealous to a certain extent? She is a pretty chill person for the most part, and if she is jealous she wont vocalize it. It will make her feel insecure more than anything but she is pretty quick to bounce back.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Bobby technically initiated the first kiss during truth or dare, but she definitely took it further by kissing him back passionately. She initiated their real first kiss on the day beds. As I said she is very physically affectionate, and she wanted him to know she was serious about giving them a shot. She is a very intentional kisser, when she kisses you, it means something.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Bobby said that he loved her first, but she was so fast to return the sentiment its not even funny. She had been trying so hard to hold off saying it, because she knew deep down Bobby would want to say it first. So the moment it escaped his perfect lips she was ready.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

In the villa her favorite memory is the cake decorating, she loved seeing Bobby in action with his passion, and then eating the entire cake afterwards and seeing his face light up with happiness and admiration was *chefs kiss*.

Outside of the villa her favorite memory will be when Bobby proposes. She will remember it forever.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Material things have never meant that much to Ellie, but with that being said if she sees something that reminds her of Bobby of course she will buy it! Her spoiling usually comes in the form of service, she is always doing little considerate things for Bobby. 

O = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half

Yellow, he is her sun and her warmth. Everything about him screams yellow to her.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sugar Boo, cupcake, big man, or love.

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

She has a music box that her parents got her for Christmas when she was 8. She listened to it for hours when she was little, and she still pulls it out when she is feeling anxious. She had a strong love for music from an early age, it was often her only companion. Music has a way of touching your soul that nothing else can really seem to do.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

She loves to curl up on the couch with her sugar boo and a warm blanket to watch a movie or read a book. Give the girl some candy and some popcorn and you are golden! She will sometimes pull Bobby out to dance in the rain though even though he claims to not like it, his face always lights up with childlike wonder. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Listening to music and dancing will always make her feel better. She also will seek out Bobby’s companionship if he is home. He always knows how to calm her down and put a smile on her face. She will also cook or bake when she is sad or stressed. She always loved cooking growing up, and knows how to make some amazing comfort food!

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

She loves talking period! She can sometimes be a little shy, but once she knows you and is comfortable with you she will talk to you about anything and everything. She can keep a conversation going, and loves to make people laugh. Her inner crack head will come out for sure once she trusts you so watch out!

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Music and dancing! Cuddling, watching a movie, and eating comfort food! Bobby will always whip something up when he notices she is stressed out!

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Bobby of course, she knows sometimes people look at him and only see is clownery surface, but she is so proud of him and how hard he works to achieve his dreams! She also is very proud of her music, she writes new music daily, but she is a perfectionist, so she will only show off the music she is most excited about.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Bobby proposed to Ellie after 8 months of dating, he couldn't help himself. He proposed at their home, but set up an entire scavenger hunt of their memories together. They got married a year after that.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Oh this one is hard! She has so many songs, depending on her mood! 

Her song for Bobby: Lover by Taylor Swift or My person by Spencer Crandall

Her song for when she is sad: Inside out by Mokita. That song hits so personally.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Absolutely, she cant wait to get married and start a family.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Oh a dog for sure! Her and Bobby will probably get 2 rescue pups pretty soon after moving in together!

Sorry I am not a great writer, but this was so fun to do! I’m excited to see everyone else’s!

@ravena-dottir @kingkassam @bobbymckenziess @garyrennell @mrsgaryrennell

#litgbobby #litg #love island the game

[onlynight-onlylight]

Encounter

Words: 2,6K

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slice of life, Stranger to lover (?)

Summary: You will never know when and where love comes to you. Moreover when it comes from a perfect man that everyone adores.

Note: I’m surprised myself when writing this short fic of Jin. I didn’t expect the story to be like this haha. I write this for Jin’s birthday which is next week!!! And this is my first time to write after a looooong time so I hope it’s not too awkward.

Dani: Are you free today?

The very first message I check in the morning comes from my best friend. I make sure that today is Saturday before I send a reply.

Me: Yeah. Why?

Dani: I bet you haven’t check the group chat yet. Seonho asks us to meet today, reunion with hidden agenda I guess.

I open an active group chat consists of my high school friends. We actually don’t talk often but we always give each others’ updates to maintain good relationship. I scroll a little bit because everyone is sending message. When I see a picture, I finally understand the hidden agenda Dani’s told me just now. Seonho is getting married. Seonho, my biggest crush during high school.

**

“Are you coming?” Seokyung & Dani are on the way to the café. Some of friends will meet today, for the sake of reunion, and for early celebration of Seonho’s wedding. These girls have been my up and down when trying my best to keep my secret crush hidden. I’ve said to them many times that the silly crush is gone now, but I can’t lie that something does feel strange. And now they unnecessary worry about me.

“Of course. Call me again when you arrive, I’m at the nearby park.”

“Going out with your camera again?”

“Yes. I don’t want to waste a good day like this”

“Okay. Don’t stay under the sun too long”

I walk around the park, following the line of trees. It’s getting warmer as welcoming spring season but sometime the wind is still too cold for me. I take some pictures when find something that catch my eyes. It’s always entertaining to watch people’s interaction. I often sit alone and enjoy the breeze. It helps me clearing my mind when days feel too rough. Sometimes, I get bonus to see beautiful faces for my camera to catch. Just like that one particular man who just walks out from the café. He must be model or actor to have that gorgeous face and perfect proportion.

 I take few pictures of him. I know they will turn out good even though I don’t take its properly. It’s surely not because I’m a good photographer but the object. It makes me smile. It will be nice to get this kind of pictures every time I shoot.

*Dani calling*

It’s time to be back to reality.

 I make a promise earlier that whatever happened today it won’t break me down, not again. I might like him in the past but it’s all in the past. He will forever see me as a friend and I know that from the very start. I know it well. But it’s just I get a closure that I needed today when I get his wedding invitation. I can hold it well in front of him and my friends. But somehow, a tear escapes from my eye.

I look at the film camera I bring today. I want to make memories with them, with Seonho too, using his camera so I cannot have second thought after the photo taken and delete it. This should be one of ways for me to toughen myself and be true to my own words. I’ve done liking Seonho and only see him as a friend.

I still have 5 frames to go. I take a deep breath and snap a shot of the upper part of the building together with the clear sky. Long sigh comes out, I really don’t want to cry but it keeps falling.

“Are you okay?” asks a man from a bench away. It startles me and surprisingly stops me from crying.

“I know it’s not my business but I think you need this” says the man who is standing a step away. I look at him while wiping the tear stain.

“I’m fine”

“I just purchase it from the vending machine if you don’t believe me. I don’t have any bad intention. I just feel bad to see you sad and this sweet drink should make you a little bit better”

He is very good looking. No, extremely handsome. He surely has his way with words but I still keep my guard up. These days, many criminals disguise as kind looking or educated person.

“You can take a picture of me as proof later on, if I really do something bad to you”

He, once again, push the cold drink to me and back to his bench again. He opens his bottle and drink it like a commercial. I can’t help a small smile when see him do that. He is surely a weird guy.

“I’m ready to pose if you really want to take a picture though”

“Okay, just in case”

I bring my film camera to my eyes and capture a very clear shape of his face.

“One more with your phone. You can send it to your friend ‘just in case’ I steal your phone later” he says while striking another pose. I shake my head. I do not expect laughing at the very moment.

I fulfill his request to take his picture with my phone camera and show him the result. I really hope he is not a bad guy because it will be a shame for his beautiful face and such a wit.

“Thank you” I say to him before drinking. My heart feels a little bit lighter than earlier.

“Will you post you pictures online? Hmm maybe on instagram?”

“I don’t know”

“I give a permission to post my pictures on your page then, no need to thank me”

I laugh for the second time. This time he laughs with me. Why someone bother to stop, spend his time for a poor looking stranger and make her laugh? I mean, we are strangers, we don’t know each other, less care for each other.

He, now, moves to my bench and sit on the other edge.

“I’m Seokjin, you can call me Jin. You can to not tell me your name now, but do me a favor”

“What is it?”

“When I find you, I mean my picture on your SNS, you cannot decline my offer for coffee or dinner if you don’t drink coffee”

“Okay”

“Be prepare for our second date” he says before leaving me all smiley on the park.

When he’s far enough from my sight, I just realize. He’s the man I saw this afternoon. The living sculpture that makes my pictures look better. I shake my head in disbelief. I’m expecting our next meeting to come.

10/10

This is the last picture of my happiness project. A pleasant encounter. Thank you.

 seonho__kim Oh? Who’s this? You hide your new boyfriend from me?

kyungie_SK YOU MEET HANDSOME MAN IN SECRET!? WHATTA BESTFRIEND!!

DDDani is he… Jin sunbae? You two ...?

KSJin92 I cant tell which one is better, the photographer or the model, should we discuss it over a coffee? Or dinner? Your call.

 The minute after I post Seokjin picture, everyone’s being wild. My bestfriends are being so loud on our private group chat. Sending all text in capital letters, sending all threating meme stocks they have on their phone. They demand me to explain in details how, when, why regarding Seokjin. I have to ignore those texts as I have to back to work. I know once I start replying them, they will never let me to stop until they satisfied. I receive DM notification from the source of this phenomenon right before I out it back to my pocket.

Jin: I know I offer coffee or dinner, but I wait for a long time just for coffee.. I know this Japanese restaurant that has superb menu and deserves all those Michelin star, so… will you be free on tomorrow?

Me: That sounds very promising and I have no reason to refuse, don’t I?

Jin: Great. 010 XXX XXXX This is my number, text me your office address and I’ll pick you up. See you soon ;)

 Right after works, Seokyung and Dani ask me to meet them in chicken restaurant near our highschool. It’s our favorite restaurant to go whenever we want to fulfill our stomach while gossiping.

“I don’t believe how small this world is. How can you and Jin sunbae meet? He is ‘the sunbae’ I told you guys before” Dani seems excited and amazed at the same time. Dani works at the finance consulting company for 2 years now and Seokjin is his senior in different department.

“The famous sunbae?” ask Seokyung. Dani nods quickly. Me and Seokyung remember how Dani describe this man to us the first week she got the job. The idol of her company, who has many admirers from intern to senior staffs.

“I met him at the park last time, we talked a little and he asked me to take his picture”

“But how? And why?”

That’s exactly my questions too. Compared to him, I’m just an average looking woman, and a stranger. He must have work with many beautiful women in daily. I shrug my shoulder to answer them.

“It just happened”

“Is he a weirdo? I know he is handsome, but it doesn’t mean he is a good guy” Seokyung states her opinion with doubtful face.

“He. Is. The. Perfect. Guy” Dani says.

“He is very kind to others, well-mannered and smart. He is professional at work, no matter how friendly he is, he will be strict to those who make mistakes. During our company’s dinner, he can make everyone’s laugh with his dad jokes. I don’t think you can fake that one, no?”

“So… it will be fine if I meet him again, right?” ask me to both of my bestfriends.

“Totally fine”

“I think so”

They answer at the same time. They look at each other and laugh.

“That’s the fastest answer I ever heard from you too”

“I wish you to have boyfriend for what.. 2 years? It’s the perfect time to start again, you know” said Dani with a smile.

I’ve tried to have romantic relationship with other men before this but it never stays long. I was happy with them, everything goes smoothly. However, at some points, we both know that I cannot love them like they love me.

“Do you think it will work out this time, with Seokjin?”

“We won’t know for sure, but we wish you to be happy”

I also wish myself to be happy, happier.

Spending time with Jin is always entertaining. He knows his choice of words will lighten up the mood between us whenever we’re going out. He never seems out of topic or makes me losing interest. When I talk, he will attentively listen. Most of times he introduces me to all of his favorite restaurants in the city. Sometimes, he will accompany me taking pictures for my new projects. We just feel very comfortable to have each other around.

“Have you tried the new ice cream parlor near your home?”

“I haven’t tried it yet but I heard it’s good. They also have opening promos this week, if I’m not mistaken”

“Then should we go there before I drop you?”

“Hmm… are you making me join your morning jogging tomorrow?”

“You can read my mind so well. I need to make an excuse so I can meet you tomorrow morning”

I hold my smile and turn my face to the window.

“Who’s taking a woman eating ice cream nearly 9 pm”

Seokjin laughs a loud. He puts the ice cream parlor’s address to his car’s GPS despite of my comment because he knows I won’t survive the temptation.

“I will let you eat the mint-choco flavor this time. How about that?”

I pretend to think for a while. We both know Jin will get what he wants, but I just want to make it looks like not too easy. I don’t want to look I like him more than I should. Considering he let me to buy mint-choco flavor after countless dates for ice cream, he must really want us to go there. He always stops me when I want to pick that particular flavor and suggest me all of other flavors before.

“Bonus. How about dinner at my place next week? I’ll show you how good I am in kitchen”

I know he doesn’t have hidden meaning in his words but I can’t help to blush. He shouldn’t know how many times I imagining to hug him. He has wide shoulder and tiny waist, deep soothing smell and a good amounts sweet talks. We always an inch away to kiss. It makes me somewhat impatient and wondering how it feels like.

“O..okay”

“Cute”

 We don’t label our relationship but we are no longer stopping ourselves to touch each other with affection months ago. This time feels different from the other relationships I have before. I trust Jin from the beginning and I think I fall in love with him sooner than I expected. He, himself, is very different from men I met before but I never thought we will match very well. To be honest, I thought he’ll only play around with me. But he always proves me wrong with his actions.

Dinner at his place become a routine. He doesn’t cook every time I come over, but never let me disappointed by his chosen take-out menu. Sometimes he just wants us to watch movies with snacks. The first three dinners, he will drive me home even it’s late. But after that, he will pretend too sleepy and persuade me to sleep over. It’s not I don’t like it, but he just tortures me more than before. These days, he will just hug me once I step inside his place and won’t even let me go for more than 5 minutes. It feels like we put ourselves in internal battle, to see who stands longer in this sexual tension.

 “You’re not going home tonight” he said.

“I know” I answer without looking at him.

I give up to try right after the first night I fail to force him getting up while pretend to be sleepy. I remember how cheerful he sounds when I agree to sleep over. He even let me wear his favorite green pajamas.

He pulls me closer to him till my back fully leans to his chest.

“Should I tell you my plan tonight or you already know too?”

“Hmm? What plan?”

“I call it ‘Making You Mine’ plan?”

“Making me yours?” I ask. I turn my face to see him and find him already looking at me.

We just stare to each other’s eyes for some good seconds until his eyes start to travel down. He stops at my lips and wetting his own lips. I can’t help to notice how his tongue move slowly.

“Yes. I’ll make you mine tonight” he whispers while looking back at my eyes.

My mind blanks. I can’t think other things than his lips, his body, just himself in front of me. His face comes closer and I close my eyes when I feel his soft thick lips on mine. I hold onto his arm that circles my waist.

“I forget to tell you. You’re not going to sleep either”

The perks of having best photographer in the world as your girlfriend ;)

By @.Y/N

 Y/N OMG. WHY DO YOU POST THIS?!

KSJin92 @.Y/N you’re the only one who can capture my beauty, honey, I have to show it to the world

Y/N @.KSJin92 tell me why I agree being your gf again

KSJin92 @.Y/N oh you know why… should I list all of them here? ;)

DDDani @.kyungie_SK this is why she was busy for the weekend ;)

kyungie_SK @.DDDani totally understand lol

Y/N @.DDDani @.kyungie_SK shut up you two!!!

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