#he's so serious he even restrained himself from using an emoji

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Headcanon - Trick Question

This work, 送命题, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

“If I kiss you, you’ll get a hundred dollars. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a thousand dollars. Who will you pick?”

[ VICTOR ]

Finally done with the work on hand, you pick up your phone and send him a message: Paging for Teacher Victor!

In seconds, you receive a response: Go on.

You click your tongue, fingers flying over the keys: I didn’t expect CEO Victor, who always reminds me to use my phone less, to be staring at his phone and giving me such a quick reply.

After a minute of silence, he responds: As per someone’s request, there’s a sound when special people contact me.

Your cheeks heat up slightly - you were the one who set yourself as a “Special Contact”. 

Tapping open the dialogue bubble between you and Kiki, you forward a message to Victor: If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?

Victor’s response is very in line with his character: ........

Out of nowhere, you receive a push notification stating that someone has just transferred $11000 to your account. Checking the bank app, you discover that the funds were sent from Victor.

You hurriedly give him a call. Before you can speak, he asks, “What do you want now?”

“I just wanted an answer...”

Laying your head on the desk, you use a pen to tap the camel statue in front of you.

On the other end of the line, you hear a soft laugh.

“I’ll collect 110 kisses from you tonight.”

[ GAVIN ]

Fresh out of a bath, you spring into the arms of Gavin while he lays on the bed.

“Officer Gavin, Officer Gavin!”

“What’s wrong?” He sets down the materials in his hands, wrapping you in a blanket. “Don’t catch a cold.”

After he turns you into a chrysalis, you snuggle up against his chest. 

“Gavin, if I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?”

“You.” Gavin responds without hesitation. “Even if there’s no money involved, I’ll still choose you.”

You laugh heartily, nuzzling closer to him. “I knew it!”

He reaches to turn the lights off, then tucks you in before hugging you even more tightly. “So... did I pass the test?”

“Hmm. Even though it isn’t the perfect answer, it still counts as a pass.” 

You liberate your arms from the bundle, wrapping them around his waist, trying to reduce as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“What’s the perfect answer?” There’s confusion in his voice.

You give him a peck, having no intention to tell him. 

“That counts as a hundred dollars. As for the answer, think about it yourself. Goodnight.”

In response to your sudden attack, his face flushes slightly.

“Ahem, goodnight.”

[ LUCIEN ]

You’re aware that your husband doesn’t simply have a high IQ - his EQ is pretty good as well. So when your female friend sent you this question, you directed it to Lucien without thinking twice.

“Lucien! If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?”

“Hm? Is this an EQ test?” Lucien asks, reaching out to draw you into his arms.

“I guess it counts as one... tell me your choice!” You pinch his face lightly, wanting an answer.

Lucien pretends to immerse himself in deep contemplation, looking troubled.

“Hm... this is quite a difficult. After all, different benefits arise from the same option. Let me think carefully on whether there’s a trap in this question.”

“The options are different, aren’t they?” 

You attempt to wiggle your way out, despite knowing full well that he has already seen through your little game.

Lucien tilts his head towards you. “To me, my little fool is the cutest girl in the world. So the options coincide.”

“Lucien, you’re too good at this...”

“Really?” He pats your head. “I’m simply expressing how I genuinely feel.”

[ KIRO ]

With a serious tone, you pose a question to the man seated on the sofa.

“Kiro Kiro! If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?” 

Kiro arches his brows in complete confidence. 

“I know this! Miss Chips is the cutest girl in the world, so if I pick the second option, I can get $1100! That’s the perfect answer, isn’t it?”

You pout. “It’s no fun. I forgot how often you surf the Internet.”

“Let me ask you a question then. If Kiro the celebrity kisses you, you’ll get $100. If Kiro the King of the Western Regions kisses you, you’ll get $1000. If Kiro the hacker kisses you, you’ll get $10000. Who will you pick?”

You purse your lips. “Do I even have a choice?”

Kiro furrows his brows. 

“Of course! You’ve got three options, which is one more than your question. Miss Chips, choose quickly!”

Only a fool wouldn’t take advantage of what’s in front of her, right?

“A kid would make a choice. Adults want them all!” 

The Little Sun gleams brightly.

“I knew that Miss Chips loves Kiro the most~” 

You shatter his fantasy.

“No, I want them all so I can get a grand total of $11100.”

[ SHAW ]

Bored out of your mind, you send Shaw the question you chanced upon while surfing the Internet: If I kiss you, you’ll get $100 dollars. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000 dollars. Who will you pick?”

The phone in your hand vibrates. 

He replied so quickly while having lessons? That fellow has lost focus again...

Peering at the screen, you see a blue QR code.

His concise message launches him straight into the minefield: Send the money over.

You restrain yourself from smashing your phone against the wall: The important thing is the option you choose, not whether there’s money or not!

His response is succinct: I pick you. Send the money.

...

Before you can sigh at his response, another message comes in: Counting the number of times you kissed me last night, and the good morning kiss before leaving the house... I’ll give you a discount - $10000 will do.

Your almost snap the spoon used to eat the watermelon before you: You’re using your phone in class? I’ll break your bones when you come back!

Shaw sends you an “🙄” emoji and: Is this entrapment?

You laugh sarcastically: I’m just helping the school educate disobedient students like you.

And with that, the topic digresses to a point of no return.

[Note] The author uses wordplay here! In Chinese, “discount” is 打折 (“da zhe”). The use of “打骨折” (“da gu zhe”), adds on the word 骨 (bones), which changes the entire phrase to “break your bones”

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The Moon - Yandere! Jungkook x reader

The Tarot Series

“We can’t ignore reality, (Y/N).” Yoongi sighed, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his chest. “He’s dangerous. Even if the claims haven’t gone to court, you need to stay away from him.”

“He isn’t like that.” The young woman sniffed loudly. “Kookie wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” With his newly acquired police badge, Yoongi had felt a sudden protectiveness over (Y/N) and her fragile demanour. “Would you like to stay at my apartment tonight? It’s a lot safer.”

She nodded, curling her hand into his with a shy smile as he led her to his car. Yoongi was safe, he could be trusted. Even if her heart was calling out for Jungkook, and he could hear her loud and clear.

(Y/N) settled into the car seat, resting her head in the hopes that she could fall asleep and erase the past twelve hours, from Jungkook arriving home with a split lip and black eye, to Yoongi arriving that morning to show her the police report being filed against her boyfriend and offering her sanctuary.

However, her wishes of a peaceful nap were interrupted by her phone vibrating in her back pocket, and when she peeled her eyes open to see who was calling her she saw her beloved boyfriend’s name in bold print accompanied by the cute heart emoji he’d insisted she added to his contact.

She glanced to the right, seeing Yoongi was still focused on the road, and shakily pressed the accept call on her phone holding it up to her ear. She knew her friend would disapprove, but she wanted to hear from Jungkook, to be told that everything would be fine.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” The volume on her phone was way too loud, and Jungkook’s voice was heard by Yoongi.

“(Y/N). Hang up the phone.” He said, eyes still on the road but his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter until his knuckles were white. “He’s only trying to get you back. He’s dangerous.”

(Y/N) couldn’t find it in herself to respond, not to her boyfriend on the phone who was continuing to try and converse with her nor to Yoongi.

Thus, Yoongi left his right hand on the steering wheel and used his left to snatch the phone out of her hand and throw it out of the window, hearing the satisfying crunch as it hit the tarmac.

“We can get you a replacement. But for now, not giving him contact with you is of the utmost importance.”

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

As Yoongi lay awake that night, all that she could think about was Jungkook. Maybe he had been wrong? Jungkook loved (Y/N), that fact could not be disputed. And surely he should trust his friend’s intuition about her own boyfriend?

His stomach growled loudly, having missed out on dinner due to the sick feeling in his stomach. Thus, he crawled out of bed and plodded to the kitchen to find a packet of instant ramen. 

What he found, rather than the snack that was calling his name, was a shadowy figure prying open his window with a crowbar. Upon this sight Yoongi stumbled back in surprise, reaching out to find something he could protect himself with.

The intruder immediately looked up, alarmed. And even in the darkness of the night, his moon-lit features were unmistakable. 

“Jungkook?”

He was frozen in place. But at that point, there was no doubting it was him breaking into the house.

“Min Yoongi.” He swung his body fully through the window, closing it behind him. 

“Get out of my house!” He snapped. “If you’re not back out of that window in the next ten seconds, it is within my jurisdiction as a police officer to arrest you for breaking and entering.”

“We have some serious business. I’m not going anywhere.” Gone was the sweet boy that Yoongi had first been introduced to by (Y/N). This man was intimidating, cold and had a thirst for blood. No doubt, Jungkook was the man who’d assaulted her brother.

“You are not welcome in this home. If you’d like to have a discussion I can take you down to the station first thing tomorrow morning.” Yoongi hissed, keeping his voice low in fear of waking (Y/N) up. 

Jungkook didn’t reply, simply twisting the crowbar around in his hands with a frustrated gaze.

“Where is (Y/N)? She’s not at home. And I’m almost certain that’s due to your intervention.” The young man finally spoke up. “You were with her when I called her, and I want to know where you’ve taken her.”

“You’re a threat to her safety. She’s in a safe place.” Yoongi, in the dark, had managed to find his belt lying haphazardly on the sofa and was drawing the pepper spray and handcuffs out as smoothly and silently as possible.

“Tell me.” Jungkook replied simply. “Tell me, or I will beat your damn brains in Min Yoongi. Don’t test me.”

“Threatening a police officer? Not a smart move, Jeon. Drop your weapon and leave, and we can forget all this.” Yonngi’s heart was pounding, with the fear of what could happen to him, or even (Y/N).

“I don’t think so.” Before Jungkook could attack, he found himself wrestled to the ground, with Yoongi handcuffing his wrists and whispering his rights into his ear.

Jungkook was practically seething, trying to buck Yoongi off of him but finding himself completely immobilised. 

“I can’t wait to see you rot in jail for all you’ve done.” Yoongi said triumphantly, breathing heavily. “We’ll put you under a restraining order so you’ll never see (Y/N) again, you crazy bastard.” 

His words were enough to spark a new rush of energy from Jungkook, adrenaline from the thought of being separated from his beloved (Y/N).

He managed to push Yoongi away and struggle to his feet, thankful that his hands had mistakenly been cuffed in front of him by the newbie cop.

Finding the glass jug on the counter he smashed it into Yoongi’s face, resulting in him letting out a cry of pain and falling back clutching his now bleeding features.

All Jungkook could see was red, the desire to hurt Yoongi for his gross intervention into (Y/N)’s life blinding him to everything else.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

Unbeknownst to the intruder, (Y/N) had woken up when she heard Yoongi’s cry of pain and had immediately gotten out of bed and found her phone. God knows if Yoongi couldn;t handle them, (Y/N) had no chance, but first she had to assess the situation. She found her way through the dark hallway to the kitchen door, trying to qualm her fears as she heard more struggling. With no other option, she peeked around the doorway for a second.

Yoongi was on his knees, clutching at his neck. Someone was behind him, using the handcuffs on their wrists to apply more and more pressure. (Y/N) unknowingly let out a gasp, causing both men to notice their audience. With his attacker now in shock, Yoongi quickly removed the cuffs from around his neck and rolled out of the way.

“(Y/N)...?” She could never forget that voice. “(Y/N), baby, I missed you.”

“Jungkook? What are you doing here? And why… why were you just about to kill Yoongi?” 

For a few moments there was silence, intermittent with Yoongi’s heavy breathing as he tried to get his breath back. Jungkook just stared at (Y/N) like a deer caught in headlights, as she tried to process the situation.

“Now do you believe me (Y/N)? Look at him, he’s off his rocker!” Yoongi spat, still breathing heavily.

“If anything he’s the crazy one!” Jungkook shot back, eyes wide to convince (Y/N). “Look, he’s trying to tear us apart! He just doesn’t understand us, he thinks he knows better when ultimately he wants you all to himself.”

The back and forth was making (Y/N)’s head spin. She wanted more than anything to believe in Jungkook with all her heart. He’d been her world for nearly a year. The soft face of the boy who’d taken her out to the lakes to watch the sunset or spent nights curled up with her in bed when the heater broke could not be that of a psychopath surely. Yet she trusted Yoongi, perhaps even more than her own heart.

“Jungkook… you want me to come with you, right?” He cocked his head, a happy grin on his face.

“Come here baby, I’ve missed you so much.” He gestured to her with his cuffed hands. “Let’s go home.”

“But all of my stuff is here! Will you help me pack?” (Y/N) whined, subtly making eye contact with Yoongi as she spoke. Jungkook blushed and nodded.

“Just let me do one last thing.” He delivered a swift kick to Yoongi’s side, the officer doubling over in pain. Jungkook found the keys to his handcuffs and dropped his former bondage besides the cop mockingly before taking her hand. “Lead the way baby. Let’s hurry.”

(Y/N) tried as hard as she could to not give off any signs of what she was planning to do. Jungkook luckily hadn’t caught on to her. He was still running on adrenaline, all of his hope renewed by (Y/N) taking his hand.

“If you start packing your clothes-” As soon as Jungkook’s back was turned, (Y/N) knew she had one chance. To make things right.

She stealthily sought out the thick hardcover book. Whilst the woes of a middle aged woman and her alcoholism hadn’t made for an easy read, the novel was going to prove itself very useful to her. Without hesitation she brought it down on the back on his neck.

Jungkook crashed to the floor, but (Y/N) didn’t hesitate for a second in straddling the obsessive freak and calling out for Yoongi.

It hurt. So much to see the tears dripping down Jungkook’s beautiful face as he was once again restrained, the officer now taking no chances and tightening the cuffs until they dug into his skin. Even with Jungkook’s crestfallen disposition threatening to guilt (Y/N), she wasn’t ready to give in to him. She knew who he truly was.

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[softbiker]

Born to Run - Chapter 16

Warnings: cursing, angst (sorry not sorry)

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: And we’re back - buckle up, folks. Things are starting to get rough around here. I apologize in advance for this. But thank you for continuing to read and follow this series! Only a few more chapters left...but we’ll see how long that takes me lol. As always, let me know what you think!

He had seen her text about being late for dinner, shooting back that he didn’t mind, that they’d be doing some work at the club this afternoon anyway. That part was mostly true - he was already on his way to the clubhouse to tell Steve Rogers to calm the fuck down. As an afterthought, he’d tacked on the little kiss face emoji, restraining himself from typing out the three words he’d like to say instead. She responded with a thumbs up.

And then - radio silence.

Bucky tried to be cool about it, be the chill boyfriend; Y/N had a full time job, quite a demanding one, and he understood that. Hell, he was damn proud of it, of her and her brains and all her hard work. Smart, beautiful, and making her own way in the world. She may not have been the biker type, but she was certainly a badass.

And she wasn’t texting him back.

Typically, they were in touch throughout the day - she told him about her patients, and he’d sympathize, let her complain. He told her what he was up to at the club - so far as he could - or sent her stupid pictures from the internet to make her laugh. They were never too clingy, neither of them wanted to be that couple, but there were never more than a few hours without some type of correspondence. He loved that about them - how they always wanted to talk about everything and nothing.

He refreshed his messages again, thumb scrolling upwards through the string of unanswered texts from his end, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach as he noticed the little read receipts at the bottom.

What the hell did you do, Barnes?

**********

Y/N massaged her temples, holding her face in her hands. Across from her, Natasha was silent. The muted hiss of the oxygen machine and the steady pulse of the heart monitor were the only noises in the room; they weren’t loud enough to drown out the alarming scream of her thoughts.

And just this morning, just a few hours ago, she thought she loved him. A liar. A stranger.

“An FBI agent?” she repeated, less a question than an incredulous echo of the words she didn’t want to believe. They bounced around her brain until the syllables collapsed, meaningless and hollow.

“So all of you are…undercover? With the FBI?” Y/N finally looked up at Natasha, whose cold green gaze was cracked with something like pity. Nat nodded, pursing her lips.

“I’m CIA, actually,” she amended, swirling her long-cold coffee cup in her hands. “So is Barton. Little bit of a difference.”

Y/N glared sharply at her, eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, it makes a huge difference which intelligence organization you’ve all been lying to me about.” She could hear her voice rising, the sharpened steel edge of her words. Palms flat on her knees, she sucked in a deep breath, counted 10, tried to calm her mind.

When she first came here, sparse belongings shoved into the trunk of her car, standing in the driveway of an empty home in a lonely town, she had had nothing. No one. She left it all behind for the sake of her future, finding a way for herself. Alone, unsure, afraid she was making a terrible mistake. And in spite of that she pushed forward, committed to keeping her head down and serving out her time until she was free to go back to her life. Her real life.

And then…Bucky happened.

A swirling sense of vertigo sent her mind reeling. How had she let this go so far? How had she fallen in so deep with a man she clearly didn’t know? Who was this girl, this version of herself who leapt without looking and left motorcycle tracks in her wake?

Small and quiet, nearly drowned out by the rushing of her own blood, a voice in the back of her mind whispered:

A girl in love.

No. No. She couldn’t - didn’t - love him. Because he wasn’t real, only a mirage, an idea. A simple illusion she had stupidly fallen for.

A tissue appeared in front of her face, offered in Nat’s nail-bitten fingers. As she reached for it reflexively, YN realized she was crying.

“I know this must be hard for you,” Natasha ventured, bloodshot eyes cautiously following the path of the tissue across Y/N’s face - one eye, then the other, then her sniffling nose. “You and Barnes have something really special -”

“No.” Y/N cut her off. Her lips pressed into a firm line to keep from trembling. The poor tissue was crushed to a ball between her hands. She swallowed harshly, throat aching, before speaking again.

“No,” she sighed, a little calmer; in her mind, a vault door clanged shut over her heart. She imagined herself spinning the spoke handle, the lock mechanisms tumbling into place with cold precision, sealing her in. “We’re not that serious.”

Nat raised a skeptical red brow. She’d barely seen Bucky at the clubhouse in the last month; he was all but moved in to Y/N’s place. They’d come to family dinners with the Avengers, and then go home together - home. They both called it that.

“Still,” Nat went on, treading lightly as she could. “This is a lot to process - but we’re still here for you. I’ve already made some calls. We can find a new residency position for you, an apartment somewhere-”

Y/N was already shaking her head.

“Keep it. All of it.” She stood from her chair, tossing the wrung-out tissue into the waste bin beside her. Chin lifted, she stared down at Natasha where she still sat, bewildered and bleary-eyed. “I don’t want your help, your money, your connections - I don’t want any of it. I’m done.” With the back of one hand, she wiped away the last of her tears. “I want nothing to do with the Avengers - or whoever the hell you are.”

Pursing her lips, Natasha nodded. She looked paler and more tired than ever; the cuticles of her thumbs were picked raw and close to bleeding.

“If that’s the way you want it.” She folded her hands together in her lap. The white bones of her knuckles appeared delicate and small beneath the skin. “Good luck, Y/N. I really mean that.”

Y/N nodded at the prone figure in the bed, motionless and silent, eking out life with each drip of his IV.

“Looks like you need it more than I do.”

When she was gone, Natasha stared at the empty doorway for a long time, barely blinking. A nurse walked by, glancing in for a moment before turning sharply away from her thousand yard stare. Shifting in her chair, she reached over and rested a hand on top of Nick’s, both their fingers cold and dry, soft breaths the only noise between them.

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“Buck. Listen to me - we don’t have any more time.” Steve crossed his arms over his broad chest, sympathetic but firm. “If you really care about Y/N, you’ll help us pull out of this op. It’s the only way to keep her safe.”

Bucky rounded on him, a mutinous fury in his eyes.

“Her safety is the only thing I care about,” he said, clenching his teeth. “Why do you think I’ve kept her out of all this? I haven’t told her a damn thing - and now I’m supposed to expect her to just uproot her entire life? How exactly do I explain that, Steve? Huh?” He raised both brows in a dare, a push against Steve’s immovable self-righteousness. Steve didn’t budge.

“How about you try telling the truth?” He dared right back, not one to back down from a game of chicken.

Bucky’s heart clenched, a mixture of defensive anger and guilt and fear swirling in his gut at the thought. It was the simplest and hardest thing he could do now. Tell the truth. His lies weren’t without good reason, but they were still lies. And what if she couldn’t forgive them? His throat felt thick and dry as he tried to swallow.

“I can’t lose her, Steve,” he whispered, voice scraping. “I…I can’t.” Bucky leaned back on the work bench behind him, gripping the edges of the table with tight fingers. He stared down at his feet. “I don’t even know what I’m doing’ this for anymore.”

Steve’s arms feel to his sides as he looked at Bucky, soft blue gaze filled with an aching sympathy. Their jobs - both before, when they were deployed, and now, back home but still in the field - had crowded out any room, any hope, for a normal life. Marriage. A home. Children. Things they didn’t think to want when they were young and signed their lives on a dotted line. They hadn’t known what they were giving up.

Steve shuffled over a few steps and eased onto the bench next to Bucky, the table groaning in protest at their combined weight.

“It’s really that serious with you two, huh,” he mused, knocking Bucky’s elbow with his own. “Never seen you so caught up on one girl before, Buck.”

Snorting, Bucky looked around the garage, shaking his head.

“Yeah, well.” He toed one of his boots against the scuffed concrete floor. “This is different - she’s different. Jesus, Steve, I-I think…” he sucked in a fortifying breath. “I think I love her.”

Steve’s brows shot up. He’d never heard Bucky say those words. He’d had his fair share of girls - Bucky was never hard up for dates, not even as a gangly teenager; his pretty eyes and charming smile and half-quoted poetry books helped him out with that. Steve was the more serious of the two, talking about “the right one” and looking for love. Bucky just liked to have fun. Of the two of them, Steve never imagined that Bucky would be the one wanting to settle down first.

“Wow,” Steve breathed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, hey, Buck that’s…that’s great.” He clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m really happy for you, pal.”

Bucky looked up with a hopeful smile, meeting Steve’s eyes with a bashful look. Bucky Barnes. Bashful. Steve had really seen it all.

“Thanks, Steve.” Bucky ducked his head back down. One of his hands reached absently to tuck his hair behind his ears. “I’ve…never felt like this before - about anyone.”

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Steve grinned.

Bucky’s shoulders dropped and he sighed deeply.

“I just don’t wanna mess this up with her, you know?”

“Then maybe it’s time for the truth,” Steve said softly, staring at Bucky’s profile. ��The longer you wait…”

“I know,” Bucky sighed again.

“So what are you waiting for?” Steve shook his shoulder again, offering an encouraging smile. “Go see about your girl, you idiot.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky shook off Steve’s hand, rising from the work bench. His bike was waiting for him across the garage, the sleek chrome glinting in a beam of afternoon sun. He snatched his jacket from where it hung on a hook by the door and shrugged his shoulders into it, reaching to the pocket for his keys.

“I’ll catch you later, Steve,” he nodded. Glancing back over his shoulder, he licked his lower lip. “Wish me luck?”

“You won’t need it - not if she’s the right one.”

“Yeah, yeah, there you go with that shit again,” Bucky waved him off, swinging a leg over the bike and starting the engine. He tried to tell himself that it was the rumbling of his bike that set his stomach fluttering. He wished Steve would have told him good luck.

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She had a duffel bag sitting by the door, socks and boxers that wouldn’t quite fit bursting from the top. Her heart stumbled and then picked up again at a breakneck pace when she heard the grumbling of his bike outside, the rattle of his keys in the front door.

“Baby?” He called as he poked his head in. “I thought you were gonna be home late?”

There was a long pause, a chasm of silence she couldn’t begin to cross. She knew he could see her in the kitchen, her back turned, hands gripping the edges of the sink. Her chest felt tight and she realized she was holding her breath.

Bucky felt his palms grow clammy again, and he flexed his hands, cracking the knuckles of each one alternately. Looking down, he saw the duffel bag by the door, a lonely sock hanging from its open mouth.

When he was 12, Bucky had finally convinced his mom to let him go to a local amusement park with his friends. Coasting on his sugary soda high and sticky-fingered from cotton candy, he and his buddies had sworn to ride every last ride - even the Devil Drop. An impressive 250-foot installation that attracted thrill seekers all year round, the ride lifted him up, up, up - until he was certain he could make out the roof of his house in the distance. And then, with ruthless ambivalence, the ride dropped their carriage. Stomach plummeting, legs glued to the seat, he’d screamed and gripped the bars of his harness and screwed his eyes shut, waiting for it all to be over. When he clambered down from the ride, his knees shook, and he felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck just before he threw up in the bushes. He’d never gone on a ride like that again.

But he remembered this feeling.

“Y/N.” His feet were heavy and slow as he moved towards the kitchen, as though he were wading through water. “What is this?” She glanced over her shoulder, then turned back to the sink, refusing to look at him. Tongue heavy in his mouth, he tried to swallow. “Baby, you’re scarin’ me. What’s going on?”

One hand pressed against her heart, she took a deep breath. Then two.

“It’s over.” She set her shoulders and finally turned to face him, her eyes dry but red-rimmed. “We’re done.” With a nod, she gestured to the lonely bag by her front door. “I’ve packed up your things already, and I want you gone - tonight.”

His mouth fell open in shock.

“What- no. No! Honey, what are you talking about? Please, just talk to me - I don’t understand-” he begged, taking another step towards her. She flinched back, pressing herself against the sink.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m upset about-”

“But I don’t!” His eyes were wide, pleading, and he fought to lower his voice. “Will you just tell me what’s wrong?”

Something in it, that innocent, loving look in his eyes, made her snap. A hidden angry part of her, all teeth and bloodlust, began to roar.

“What’s wrong is that I don’t know who the hell you are!” He’d never heard her raise her voice before, and it frightened him, stopped him cold in his pursuit. It gratified her, the way he paled and took a step back. “What’s wrong is that you’ve been lying to me from the moment I met you! I mean - what the fuck was I supposed to think when I found out that my boyfriend’s identity is just a character he invented cause he’s undercover with the goddamned FBI?”

Bucky’s mouth had gone dry and he tasted bile in his throat. The furious heat of her gaze was too intense and he looked down at the scuffed toes of his boots, unable to meet it.

“How did you find out?” he asked a moment later, still staring at the floor.

“Natasha.” Y/N folded her arms. “I ran into her at the hospital.” Reaching for her coffee cup on the counter, she took a small sip, grimacing when she realized it had gone cold. “You might want to go visit your friend, by the way. He’s in pretty bad shape.”

Shaking fingers raked his hair back from his face as Bucky’s mind raced, trying to think of what to say.

“I…I know you must be angry,” he started - judging from the look on her face, it was a gross understatement. “But I hid this from you to keep you safe. Please believe me, I would never lie to you-”

She laughed, harsh and sad, and shook her head.

“That is unbelievable coming from you - all you’ve done is lie to me since we met!”

“It’s my job, Y/N,” he said, jaw clenched.

“Exactly! And I don’t want any part of it!” Her lower lip trembled, but she forged ahead. “Coverups and secrets and lies…that’s not what I want. I can’t build my life around that.”  

And there it was - the real challenge, the question she wouldn’t ask, the question he had been afraid to answer.

“You don’t have to.” His voice came out quiet and hoarse. “I’m quitting.”

A beat. He’d caught her off guard, and he watched as she quickly reassembled her defenses.

“What do you mean?”

Cautiously, he took a step forward; when she didn’t back away, he held her gaze and took the plunge.

“I mean I’m leaving the FBI after this,” he said. “It’s not what I want anymore, either. I…” a deep breath, steeling his nerves. “I want you. I want a future - Y/N, I’m in love with you.” He heard her breath catch, and he closed the last few feet between them to grip her hands in his own. He wanted to say it again, just to taste the sweetness of the words. “I love you, sweetheart. So, wherever you wanna go, let’s go. Let’s get outta here, baby, let’s run and not look back. It doesn’t make a difference to me; all I’ve gotta do is finish this job and then I’m out. I’m all yours - I promise.”

In her head, she could see it, a supercut of daydreams and hopes - the two of them moving furniture into a cramped apartment in the city, adopting a dog and lining the window sill with tiny succulents. A white dress. A pair of rings.

Closing her eyes, she gathered each thought, snatching each one by the wings as it flew by, and placed them all in her vault. She let the door swing shut, hearing the heavy bolt slide home.

Calmly, firmly, she pulled her hands from his grip.

When she opened her eyes again, it was like meeting a stranger - she was standing right in front of him but he’d never felt so far away. His fingers grasped at empty air and his throat closed up. He wanted to get on his knees, beg her not to say the part that came next.

“It’s too late for that, Bucky.” She took a step away, out of his reach. He didn’t try to follow. “I’m sorry, but…” she shook her head. “I just can’t forgive this. I’m-I’m really sorry.” Lifting her chin, she wrapped her arms tightly around herself, took one more step backwards. Bucky felt cold all the way down to his boots. There was no mercy in her gaze - no hatred, either. She had shed her tears, and would give him no more.

“Goodbye, Bucky.”

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader fic #bucky x reader imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky fic #biker!bucky au #avengers fic #born to run

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Rosie is such a cute name and doesn’t match my short ass name or my tough personality Agshshs but oh well, that’s what I was given😂 And wow that’s awesome, usually when I’m high I’m just hungry as hell so we went and got some delicious food. Anyways who do you think would enjoy toys the most with their partner? elaborate,, watching, using? How do we feel about toys -🥀

Sorry for keeping this ask, but I still have to say that I feel a super cute blog owner when I use nick names with my anons around lol Every time I see your emoji, this name come to my mind, so yep, I’m calling you this sometimes. But now your question will be answered (Damn finally)

Who Enjoys toys the most??

I have two members suiting this topic

the first i’m mentioning is Jaeyoon. For me he has one of the most laid back perspectives of sexuality out the 9 members. (It gets clear on my reactions sometimes). He surely owns more than one tool to help him on his alone time.It started thanks to some curiosity, why not? And then he bought something really magical to jerking off. He was so astonished that he could tell everyone, but he thought twice.

Well he ended up purchasing two more toys. He obviously has some that vibrates.

I guess he introduces this subject to his partner with some humor, but he definately won’t hide his belongings from them. Even if his friends don’t know about it, it’s not because it’s a secret, but simply something he didn’t mention.

If you don’t have any toy, he would immediately ask you why? If you never tried any, he would gadly volunteer to solve this problem haha. You have to purchase something for yourself in first place to improve the quality of your time alone. That’s his number one argument. If you don’t like toys, he would politely ask you if you were not interested in witnessing he using some, but he wants you to use them on him. Parcially because he finds it would be sexy, but mostly because he wants to convert you.

I can’t believe any human with a conscience would refuse his offer

You can try the overstimulations with a vibrator that he never managed to achieve by himself. Make him cry, he will be thankful.

Coming back to inexperienced partner.

He would call you to ask how your first experience with your new purchase was. He would be all ears and the conversation would be serious somehow. Like he wouldn’t be interested in dirty talk or anything (he wouldn’t refuse it though). I just feel like being sexually satisfied is important to him.

He prefers the stimulation toys over restraintive ones, but won’t say no if you wanna try some on him. Is bad at restraining your moves, he’s too kind for this.

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Well I wrote a lot. Gonna keep the second member suspended. I come back soon with a new post hehe

#sf9 headcanon #sf9 scenario #sf9 imagines #jaeyoon headcanon #jaeyoon imagine #jaeyoon scenario #sf9 smut #jaeyoon smut

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When Love Walks In - Chpt 21

Chpt 21 – Auston gets his catheter removed, eats and stands up.  Dr Quinn breaks down.

Words 5414  (Long Chapter but Good One!)

Auston quickly erases his writing board as he sees Dr Quinn approach the foot of his bed.

“Well hello there, Alex. Are you going to hang around for the procedures?”  Dr Quinn asks.

“Hi, Dr Quinn. Yeah.  I thought I would”, Alex answers.

“Great!  And, hello to you Auston!  I just heard from Jacqui, that you had a choking episode this morning. You okay now?”  She looks at Auston with a concerned and caring expression.

Auston smiles and nods yes.

“I’m glad.  I understand you got upset about something. If you’d like we can discuss it later during our chat at one o’clock”, Dr Quinn suggests.  

Alex and Auston look at each other and smile, knowing they are thinking the same thing, Thanks but that can’t happen cause it was about you.

Dr Quinn observes the exchange.  Feeling like an outsider on an inside joke, she asks, “What?   Is there something I should know?”

Alex plots, “No.  I’d been working on sorting through Auston’s text messages, and I let him know that two women he has dated have been texting him wanting to get back together with him.  We were discussing that issue.  But it’s all good now.”  Alex turns to Auston, who looks confused.  She winks without Dr Quinn seeing.

Auston catches on to what Alex is doing and isn’t happy about it.  Frig!  If Quinn thinks I’m going back with some other woman, she’ll charge full steam ahead for McDreamy!  Not smart Alex!

Dr Quinn is surprised that her body has reacted to this news.  Her stomach sinks at the thought of Auston’s attention going to another woman. Her blood runs cold for a few seconds as an image of him having fun with someone else flashes across her mind. She relishes Auston’s attention. She gets butterflies when she wakes in the morning, knowing she’ll get to see him;  see him smile at her; watch his face light up when he sees her enter his room; watch him make silly faces at her;  witness him teasing her.  She feels better when she’s around him; like a flower receiving sunlight.  If she’s honest with herself, she’s very attracted to him and enjoys his personality.  He’s very charming.  But she can’t be honest with herself, so she’s been distracting herself when these thoughts cross her mind.  She’s starting to recognize that these thoughts are not as easy to block as they were earlier on.  As each day passes, they are getting stronger.  In fact, her body has got into the act now by reacting, and that is even more difficult to assuage.

“Okay.  Well, I’m glad to hear”, Dr Quinn lies trying to push past her jealous thoughts.

What does ‘all good now’ even mean?  She asks herself.  Is he going to be seeing someone now?  Is he taken now?  Shit!  No!  Stop it, Quinn!  You can’t even date him.  He’s your patient!  Plus you’re dating Scott!  So stop it! Now!

“I managed my congestion. It was close, but I didn’t need suctioning!”  Auston writes, proud of himself.

After waiting a moment for Quinn’s response, Auston motions to Alex for her reaction to the fact that Dr Quinn is staring off in a daze.

Alex smiles at Auston, confirming she sees it too.  

If Alex’s ploy was successful then she’s probably wondering if I’m committed to another woman, Auston thinks.  If so, how’s she going to react?

Alex pulls Dr Quinn from her trance by calling for her attention, “Dr Quinn?”

“Ah…Yeah?  Yes?”  Dr Quinn startles, looking up at Alex.

“Auston wrote something on his board for you to read.”

Dr Quinn reads it and responds, “Oh, yes.  I heard that you did that Auston. Very glad to hear, especially so early in the week.  Good job, Auston!”

Neither Auston or Alex know how to read Dr Quinn’s take on the situation.

Nurse Jacqui and Nancy, another nurse, enter the room.

As Jacqui pulls the curtains to surround Auston’s bed, Dr Quinn announces, “Oh, Auston and Alex, you, of course, know Jacqui, but you haven’t yet met Nancy.  Nancy is a nurse that specializes in catheters.  She’s going to be removing yours with Jacqui as a chaperone, for lack of a better term.  A local numbing agent will be used so you shouldn’t feel any pain.  As Dr Quinn is speaking she realizes Auston is just remembering that these two women are going to have to look and touch his penis to do the procedure.”

Alex and Auston nod their hellos to Nancy.  Auston looks mortified.

Not wanting to watch Auston get any more uncomfortable than he already is, Dr Quinn announces, “Alex, how about you and I step outside the curtain and give Auston some privacy.” 

Dr Quinn can barely stop herself from smiling or stifle her laughter as she glances up to wave goodbye to Auston and sees him mouth ‘Help!’ to her as she starts to walk through to the other side of the curtain.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.  Yuck!” Alex gags as she also pushes hastily through to the outside of the curtain.  Dr Quinn and Alex walk over to look out of Auston’s window to the traffic and people below, coming and going about their business.  Both women are trying to compose themselves quietly after witnessing Auston’s amusing look of terror.

Once Auston’s catheter is removed, Jacqui pulls the curtains open and explains to Auston what he can expect and asks for him to let the staff know if he encounters any pain, discomfort or blood in the next few days.  She tells him that he will now be using the washroom or pee container, so he is to let the nurses on duty know if he needs them to help him get to the washroom by pressing his buzzer.

Jacqui and Nancy both leave the room to wash up.

Dr Quinn and Alex walk meekly to Auston’s bedside and can barely contain themselves as Auston looks at them with a horrified face.

“I trust all went well, Auston”,  Dr Quinn braves the question, smiling.

Auston stares at Quinn with his mouth hanging ajar.  Then he mouths, ‘wow’ followed by ‘fuck!’  Then he grabs his board and writes “You’re both dead to me!” and adds an emoji giving the eff u salute.

Dr Quinn mouths back ‘sorry, so sorry’.  But Auston can tell by her restrained smile that she’s clearly enjoying his embarrassment.

When Auston looks at Alex she pleads, “Hey!  I had nothing to do with it!”

Jacqui and Nancy return, ready for the next procedure.  

“Okay, Thank you, Nancy and Jacqui.  Are you going to remove Auston’s intravenous line while you’re here?  If you have to go, Nancy, I can do it with Jacqui.”

“I’m happy to do it”, Nancy says as she and Jacqui attend to removing the intravenous line from Auston’s arm.

“Bet you’re glad to have those things out, Auston?”  Alex asks, trying to cheer Auston.

Auston ignores Alex. Once the intravenous line is out, he mouths “thank you” to both nurses.

“Pleasure” they both respond as they tidy up and leave Dr Quinn and Alex alone with Auston.

When Dr Quinn and Alex know that the nurses are out of earshot, they burst out laughing into their arms trying to be quiet.

“Wow!”  “Simply Wow!”  Auston writes on his board which makes the women laugh even more.

Dr Quinn gets herself together and cheers, trying to be professional, “Great job, Auston! Those two things removed are significant steps!”  

“Yeah, it feels great!” Auston writes, with a serious face.

“Really?”  Dr Quinn asks, surprised.

“No!  My ‘yoo hoo’ is burning!  … Whoops...Sorry”,  Auston writes blushing and smirking.

“OMG!  Auston!  Oh, hell! I’m already scarred for life after sorting through your cell phone, so whatever.”

Dr Quinn laughs at Alex and Auston.  “Brothers are fun, aren’t they Alex?”

“Oh yeah.  I told Auston I’m retiring from being his sister, but he won’t accept my letter of resignation.”

They both look at Auston as he writes, “Hey!  Have some sympathy for the poor guy in the hospital bed with a sore Willie, will ya!” He adds a drawing of one sad and one pained emoji.

“Augh!!!”  Alex gasps upon seeing the emoji.

“Oh, dear!  Here we go again.”  Dr Quinn shakes her head trying not to laugh at the ridiculous images. “Auston!”  She scolds in fun.

“Do you have siblings, Dr Quinn?”  Alex asks.

“Yes, I have an older brother.  So I know your pain, Alex.  They’re gross aren’t they?”  Dr Quinn teases.

“Hey!  Yoo Hoo!  I’m sitting right here, ya know!  I might not be able to talk, but I can hear perfectly fine!” Auston writes, pretending to be offended.  He draws an emoji waving.

Dr Quinn and Alex laugh at Auston and his emoji.

“Oh Auston, you’re such a goof!  We need to get some water in you to get your system flushed out.  The Speech Therapist should be here in a few minutes to do that”, Dr Quinn tells him with affection in her voice.

“If you feel burning, I can have Jacqui put some more numbing …”  Dr Quinn can’t even get out her whole sentence before Auston writes, “Noooo Thank You!”

Dr Quinn and Alex start laughing again.

“You sure about tha…?” Dr Quinn asks teasing.

“Yessssssss!  Very sure.”  Auston writes, smiling back.

“Can you please be so kind as to give me the heads up if anyone else needs to look at my penis today?” Auston writes.

Dr Quinn laughs.  “Auston, how did you think they were going to remove your catheter?  Without anyone seeing or touching you?”  Dr Quinn playfully challenges.

“Yeah, did you think they were just going to pull it out from behind a sheet?  Like a magician?”  Alex chimes.

Auston writes, huffing, “Yeah, Alex cause everyone’s seen, catheter magicians! No!  I just got mixed up.  I confused a catheter with an intravenous.  All I’ve been thinking about today is getting to eat real food again. So sue me!”

Alex jumps in dryly, “Well let's just be glad you’re not the doctor then, cause imagine Auston putting an intravenous in a patient’s penis to feed them?!”

“Oh my goodness, Alex!  Stop!  I’m gonna bust a gut!” Dr Quinn begs.

“Or imagine Auston placing a catheter in a patient’s arm to get urine!”  Alex can’t help herself.

Auston puts on his glasses and draws an emoji with glasses and buck teeth to push Dr Quinn further over the edge.

Dr Quinn sees Auston’s now wearing his glasses and then she notices his emoji.  She thinks he’s drawn a take on himself as a geeky doctor who doesn't know the difference between a catheter and an intravenous and she’s losing it over by the window where she’s trying to get a grip on herself.  

Auston and Alex see Dr Quinn’s shoulders going up and down, and it’s making them hysterical.  Auston has tears rolling down his face just watching her.

Auston loves how Quinn reacts to him when he’s silly.  She’s so cute.  He wishes he could pull her to his lap and tickle her.

Melanie, the Speech Therapist, enters the room with a cart of supplies.  She introduces herself to Auston and Alex and then says hello to Dr Quinn. They all take a moment to compose themselves as Dr Quinn explains that they were just laughing about something silly.

Melanie takes a few minutes to explain what Auston should expect as he re-starts eating and asks him how he’s feeling.

“Looking forward to eating real food again.  Bring on the steak!”,  Auston jokes.

“Ha!  Sorry.  It’s far from steak my friend.  But glad to see you have an appetite because many patients lose their appetite after being on intravenous for a while. We’ll have you start off slow with small amounts of blended and pureed foods. We’ll get you practicing swallowing; get your coordination back. But first I need to deflate the cuff of your breathing tube and suction the tube before eating or drinking”, Melanie explains as she preps.

Auston motions to Alex for her to watch the procedure closely.

“Oh, is Alex going to be staying at home with you?”  Dr Quinn asks.

“Probably”, Alex answers.

“Okay, so yes, you should watch and ask questions if you have any.”

Melanie completes the cuff deflation and suction.

“Okay, so now we need to have you sit up nice and tall.”

Once Auston is sitting up straight, he is given a cup of water with a straw and instructed to take small sips and swallow them.

After he manages to consume some water, he is given a small protein shake to drink.

He has no trouble getting both down.

“Well, you did great, Auston”, Melanie and Dr Quinn tell him.

Melanie informs Auston that he should drink water throughout the day.  She says she’ll leave the cart with the cooler in the room, in case he gets hungry, and Dr Quinn or the nurse can supervise his drinking and in-between meal sessions. She’ll be back for Auston’s dinnertime meal around 530pm and excuses herself.

Dr Quinn tells Auston, “Well after all that excitement, you can now have a bit of time to relax. Maybe take a quick nap.  Jacqui will come and stay with you to make sure you’re okay over the next half hour.  Alex and I will grab a quick bite to eat, and I’ll update her on what she missed this morning.  We’ll see you at 1230 when Jack gets here for your Physio.  Gonna try to get you standing up.  Oh, and I promise, no one else will be looking at your penis today Auston”, She winks at him and walks out of the room followed by Alex who is laughing her ass off.

Auston shakes his head laughing to himself.  Despite, or maybe because of, (lol), having his penis touched and looked at by two nurses today, Auston is having the best day.  He can’t remember having felt as much joy as he has this morning, ever in his life.  Sure he’s laughed insanely with friends and family, won awards, achieved goals he dreamed of, had incredible moments on the ice, but never has he done anything that brought him such joy while being able to share it with the love of his life. Not until today.

My god, I hope this is a sign of things to come.  If just laughing inanely at dumb things with Quinn brings me this much happiness then imagine sharing other things with her; like making love!  Auston contemplates.

Nurse Jacqui comes in Auston’s room, explains that she’ll let him rest while she reads in a chair off in the corner until he needs to get up at 1230 for his Physio session.

Auston puts on his earbuds and listens to music as he daydreams about how he would love Quinn if and when he ever gets the chance.  It involves a whole lot of tearing off her clothes.  He drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

It’s 1230 when Alex and Dr Quinn return to Auston’s room after their quick lunch and briefing. It’s time for Physio, but Auston is asleep.  Dr Quinn walks to Auston’s bedside and lifts his left wrist into her hand and holds it to stir him with the temperature change.  She can’t ignore that it feels incredible to touch him. She savours the tingles that spread all over her body.

Auston isn’t waking up so, Dr Quinn removes his earbuds and whispers quietly to him, “Aussssstoooonnnn ….wake up. Time to wake uuup.”

Alex is smiling to herself, thinking how happy Auston is going to be, waking up to Dr Quinn’s face and gentle voice.

A groggy Auston hears a voice calling out to him from what seems far away.  He slowly comes out of his slumber and realizes whose voice is calling him and that it is nearby.  He smiles before he even opens his eyes.

Dr Quinn sees Auston’s smile and melts a little inside.  He’s so sweet; she thinks as she continues to hold his wrist.

“Hey, Sleepyhead! Wake up!”  She whisper-yells, looking down on him smiling, eyes adoring.

Auston is finally able to open his heavy eyes.  His eyes lock immediately on Dr Quinns; his heart pounds at the sight of her and the realization that she is touching him.  Her hand is warm and electric.  His eyes slide from her eyes to her hand, and then to her lips as she speaks to him. He can’t hear what she’s saying. He’s lost in his thoughts and the urge to pull her to him and crash his lips on hers, his mouth consuming hers in a frenzy.  Is she mine yet?  Can I do that? No! She’s not!  Not yet!  Whoa! He yells at himself.

Dr Quinn lets Auston’s wrist gently slip out of her hand.  “There he is!  Hey!  Hi ‘Bam Bam’!  Sorry to have to wake you but it’s almost time for your Physio.  Jack will be here in a minute.  Can I get you to elevate the head of your bed while you wake up?”

Now that Quinn’s warm hand has let him go, Auston feels his wrist go cold, and he yearns for her touch. He longs for the day when he can hold her hand for as long as he wants.  Auston imagines kissing the top of her hand and caressing it with his thumb, writing messages of love on her palm with his finger, intertwining his fingers slowly with hers; feeling the warmth and softness, sliding in and out of them, neither knowing where one ends and the other begins.

Now, all he can do is take the remote from Dr Quinn and sit himself up. Patience…. patience… patience, he tells himself.

Jack, the Physiotherapist, enters and greets all in the room.  He introduces himself to Alex, who he has never met before.

Before long, Jack has warmed up Auston by putting him through their usual routine stretches. It’s now time to get Auston standing up by himself.  With the help of a walker, Auston is on his feet outside of his bed.  He stands for as long as he can before sitting back down in a chair.  Taking a break in the chair, Dr Quinn gives Auston some water to sip and some pureed food to eat. He swallows both successfully.

After a half-hour of Auston standing up, sitting down, drinking, swallowing food and making his way to the washroom to pee, he is done with Physio and back in bed.

It’s 1 pm.  Alex has left and will return around 530pm.  Dr Quinn and Auston are alone at last for their ‘Friend-Therapy.’

“Where did you get it?” Auston writes, casting his eyes toward the window sill as Dr Quinn settles into her chair next to his bedside.

“Whaa?”  Dr Quinn asks, confused.

“The tiny stick.  By the way, it made me smile.  Very funny!”  He writes and smiles.

“Oh!  Yeah!  Ha! The stick for ‘Auston Cact-thews’. Well, I thought he should have a stick. How else is ‘Auston Cact-thews’ going to be able to get back to playing hockey if he doesn’t have a stick?”  Dr Quinn jokes.

“Ha!  Yes.  Of course. And he loves his new stick.  Where did you get it?”  Auston asks.

“I was shopping for a Lego kit for my nephew, Grayson, for his birthday last week and noticed a small pack which had a hockey player and a stick.  It reminded me of you, and I thought you might like it. I figured it would be funny to just put the stick with the cactus and let you discover it in your own time”, Dr Quinn explains.

“So great!  Thank you!  Very funny!  And I love that you named him!”  Auston writes gushing.

“Oh, I didn’t name him.  That was his name.  He told me”, Dr Quinn tells him.

“Oh, so he talks?” Auston plays along.

“Yes, have you not heard him?”

“Nope.  Has he told you anything else?”

“He has.”

“What?”

“He told me he’s very impressed with you and your recovery.  He knows you’ll be playing in the NHL again.”

“Is that right?  What did you say?”

“I told him I agree 100%.”

“Oh, really.  Why is that?”

“For three reasons:  

(A) Cause you got me intrigued about how good you are at hockey, so I have to watch you play hockey for my home team;  

(2)  For years and years, I was buried in books and studies preparing to save you and had no time to go to a Leafs’ game and see you play, so essentially you owe me;  And

(D) You’re a Goof, and you owe me for putting up with your goofiness.  Exhibit A:  ‘Friend-Therapy’ Inventor.”

“Ha!  Is that right?  BTW, I love how you count”,  Auston writes with a smirk and wink.

“Ha!  Thanks, I learned that from Home Alone, one of my favorite movies.  And yes, that is one of my hopes for you and me, anyway.  Another is your voice”, Dr Quinn tells him.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind.  They’re my hopes too”,  He says winking.

“Good!  I’m expecting big things from you.” She says playfully.

“Then I better not let you down. Geesh!”  He laughs.

“Neither will I, Auston. I will do everything I can to help you get there.  I wish someone could have done the same for Josh.”

“If you don’t mind talking about Josh, I’d like to know a bit more about him if that’s okay?” Auston writes.

“Sure, Auston.  But may I ask, Why?”

“He seems to have had a huge impact on you.  Your feelings for him were so strong that they led you here, to me.  Because of your feelings for him, you were able to save me and be here for me.  I want to know about him.  What made him so special to you?”  Auston explains.

“I see.  Well, Josh was my first, and as it turns out, only love.”

“Really?  But you’ve dated other guys right?”  Auston asks.

“Yes.  Sure.  But I never loved anyone like I loved Josh.  I think I always compared them to him, and they didn’t stand a chance since he could do no wrong.  In my 17-year-old brain, he was ‘the one’, and I lost him… ‘my one’.”

“What was it that you loved so much about him?”

“Well, he was everything I could have ever wanted in a boyfriend.  I was 16 at the time I met him, and he was 17.  We went to the same high school.  I first noticed him when he performed in a school assembly.  He was funny as hell.  He and his best friend were insanely talented performers; like SNL funny.  In grades eleven and twelve, they put together skits and performed them for our school assemblies.  They would have everyone rolling on the floor laughing.  They made fun of school stuff; you know, relatable stuff.  They were clever in the way they made you see the lighter side of things.  

Josh was also the Quarterback of the school’s football team.  He was up for a scholarship at an American University but needed to get his grade up in math.  I had skipped a grade, so I was in his grade 12 class.  He asked me if I would tutor him.  I jumped at the chance.”

“Not surprised that you skipped a grade.  You’re a Brainiac!”  Auston interjects.

“Thank you, Auston. Oh my goodness, Auston, he and I had so many laughs.  He was always making fun of himself and the mistakes he would make doing math.  We started dating about three weeks into tutoring.”  Dr Quinn is enjoying telling her story about Josh.  Her eyes are dancing, and her face is full of expression.

“Sounds romantic.”  Auston comments.  He loves seeing Quinn so happy.  It reminds him of when he made her so happy earlier.

“Yes.  It was very exciting for sure.  But he had a daredevil side to him as well.  He wasn’t afraid of anything.  He was always looking for a challenge.  And because of that, he is dead”,  Dr Quinn says with emotion caught in her voice.

“I’m so sorry”, Auston writes with sincere sympathy in his eyes.  He can’t stand to see her hurting.  Auston wants to hold her in his arms and tell her that he loves her.  He wants to reassure her that he’ll be what she hoped Josh would be for her.  But he knows he can’t.  Not yet, anyway.

“Thank you.  We only dated for a few months before Josh died, so I was still in the head over heels stage.  It’s extremely difficult to move on with any part of your life when you lose who you believe to be the love of your life, someone you can only remember as being perfect for you.  Josh was the only reason I was able to move on with a career; cause I made it about him”, Dr Quinn explains.

“I get that.”

“How about you Auston? Have you been in love?”

“I thought I was a few times.  But I look back now and see it was just horny infatuation.  Excuse the term”, Auston writes.

“Oh yeah?”  She laughs.  “I’m getting used to your invented terms.”

“Ha! Good.  Since being in the NHL, I’ve needed to have my guard up to protect myself from being used.  At the same time, I understood that it wouldn’t have been fair to ask any woman to enter into a serious relationship with me since I needed to be selfish with my time, to achieve my career goals.  It’s been hard not having a steady girlfriend when most of my teammates have one.  But for me, personally, I could only see problems in having one.  So I just dated casually; some a little longer than others.”

“I see.”

“Well, it kind of backfired in that I have developed a bit of a reputation for being a ‘ladies man’ or ‘playboy’ so to speak”,  Auston feels the need to explain in case she finds out.

“I see.  So you’ve had some backlash?”

“Oh yeah.  I’ve had to put out a few fires to protect my reputation.”

“Did you always let these women know you weren’t in it for keeps?”

“I tried, but all women are different.  Some were fine with it, especially the women who were like me, busy travelling with their careers.  But some led me to believe they were okay with it, appeared busy with their careers, but in the end, they weren’t content with the arrangement and wanted more.  It was difficult for me to tell who was going to be okay with it and who wasn’t.  Also, there were some who I believe were initially only in it for the fun of it, but apparently got swept up in it.  Oh lord, the stories I could tell would fill a book.”

“Oh, is that what you were upset about this morning with Alex?”  Dr Quinn asks.

“Yes, but I really don’t want to discuss it.  It’s being dealt with,”  Auston explains as he watches Dr Quinn closely to see if she is relieved that these women are not going to be part of his life.

Dr Quinn knows Auston is watching her, but her smile betrays her.  She is thrilled that these women mean nothing more to him than fun.

Auston feels hopeful, witnessing her smile.  All I need now is to get past Dr McDreamy, he thinks.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it’s being dealt with as I’m sure that can be very stressful. I hope it all goes smoothly for you.  But since you haven’t achieved your ultimate goal, I suspect you might have a few more fires to put out?”  She asks, trying to get an idea of Auston’s plans for his future.

“You mean Stanley?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh look at you, using hockey lingo!”

Dr Quinn laughs.

“No I haven’t achieved my ‘ultimate career goal’ yet, but since my accident, I have changed and reevaluated.  I have a new ‘ultimate life goal’ that is going to take priority.  I want to be in a committed relationship with someone I love deeply.  What’s most important to me now is having someone in my life who I’m in love with and can share everything.  I imagine that my career successes will feel so much better when I have someone to share them with.”

“Your family shares in your success?”

“Yes, but it is different to share success with your family versus someone you’re in love with.  Don’t get me wrong; it would kill me not to be able to share my success with my family.  They have been with me from the start, they’ve seen the struggle and have shared in all the highs and lows; they also sacrificed for me to achieve success. But at the end of the day, when I win the Stanley Cup, I want to be able to go home with the woman of my dreams who loves me deeply; someone I can share the joy.”

“Wow, Auston.  You’re making me tear up.  I want that for you too”,  Dr Quinn says trying to push away the wish that it could be her.

“Thank you, and I want you to have someone to share your success and joy with too Dr Q”,  Auston writes, wishing he could add that he wants that person to be him.

“Wow!  Well, thank you, Auston.  I want that for me too.” She laughs.

“I agree with you, Auston. It’s very special to share success with family, but it sure would be intimate and less lonely to share it with someone you love deeply”,  Dr Quinn tells him dreamily.

“Do you think you’ll find that with Dr Peters?”  Auston pries.

“Time will tell”, Dr Quinn lies.  Deep down she wants to say no.  She starts to feel sick just thinking about how much she wants to tell Auston that she wants him. This is so hard.  I can’t do this anymore.  I need to leave. I have to get out of here,  She tells herself.

Auston notices something has changed in Quinn.  He watches her closely as she stands up to walk around the room.

“I’m so sorry Auston. I suddenly feel sick.  I need to leave our session early.  Please forgive me.  I need to go home”,  Dr Quinn tells him as she tries to catch her breath and goes pale.

What the hell?!  Come here! Let me see you!  Auston wants to yell to her but he can’t talk.  So he moves to sit with his legs over the side of the bed. He’s going to walk to her so he can check on her and comfort her.

Dr Quinn looks up and sees Auston trying to stand up.

“What?!  Auston!  What are you doing?”  She calls out as she rushes to him.

As soon as Dr Quinn is within arms reach of Auston he grabs her arm and sits back down on the edge of the bed.  He pulls her to him.  He slides his arms around her waist and buries the side of his face into her stomach. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t stop himself.  He feels like he’s died and gone to heaven as he holds her and inhales her.

Dr Quinn is in shock. She slowly and instinctively puts her arms around Auston’s shoulders and holds him tight.  When she realizes what is happening, she pulls away and places both hands on Auston’s cheeks and crouches down to be face to face with him.

Looking him directly in the eyes she cries, “I can’t Auston!  I’m so sorry!  I just can’t!”  She kisses his forehead and says, “I have to go now.  I promise I’ll come see you tomorrow.  I don’t feel well, but I’ll be okay.  You’re wonderful Auston! Simply Wonderful!  But I must leave right now.”

Auston has hold of her hands that rest on his cheeks.  As she slides her hands away from his face to leave, he tries to hold them for as long as possible. She keeps pulling.  He sees her face is red and wet with tears.  It’s killing him to let her go, but he has no choice.  When she begs “please”, he releases her.

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[an-annyeoing-writer]

Sehun x Reader: first kiss.

This is so fluffy and innocent it actually ruins my blog’s aesthetic. It’s a drabble, but seemed surprisingly long so I put it under the read-more. Enjoy!

“Are you nervous?”

“Nothing I can’t manage. Hopefully.”

A low chuckle broke through the silence that fell upon the two of you. The circumstances were probably the most convenient there could be, and you found yourself easing slowly into the gentle embrace of your newly-acquired boyfriend. The two of you were sitting next to each other on his bed, resting your back against the headboard. 

“You know we don’t have to hurry anything” Sehun announced in an understanding tone, glancing at you. A soft grin curled up the corner of his lips, betraying the dose of amusement, yet nothing that would put you in discomfort. He was as careless as always, thoughtlessly giving you the space you so clearly needed.

“Mm… I kinda want to. I don’t know. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything important, but I still want to know. You know, extend the horizons” you blabbered, at which he didn’t even look at you, his eyes fixated on some point of the wall ahead. 

“It’s not as complicated as you make it out to be, you know” he mused, smirking at the deep frown on your face.

“Maybe. Dunno. Can’t tell.”

“Come here.”

He patted his lap. You bit on your lips, a bit nervous. Your instinct told you what to do, yet your body weren’t used to the way you moved and you almost fell off the bed in your poor attempt to straddle the man’s lap. 

He nothing but smiled softly, his hands naturally finding their way to your hips and resting there in a non-intrusive way that gave you some sort of reassurance, the feeling of being wanted. Sehun wasn’t much of a giver, you figured it out fairly quickly. Physical affection was something he didn’t do too often, but he always welcomed it when it was from you, even when you were just friends, before really confessing to each other. 

You didn’t have any experience, and that’s why you were worried that maybe you’re too clingy in trying to achieve something he seemed neutral about. But the way he smiled when you wrapped your arms around him, or how he reacted to a slight brush of your hand by grasping it in his own told you that, in fact, it’s just the way he is, and there’s nothing wrong with the way you are, either.

His thumbs rubbed the sides of your stomach gently, and you could tell, he liked the way they rested there.

You hesitantly leaned down, resting hands on his shoulders and staring at him from the distance. He finally looked up at your face, the smirk still brightening up his features. There was nothing too serious about him, and in a way, it calmed you down. 

You were safe. His presence was safe. 

“O-okay, I can do this.”

Your words caused a laugh to erupt from the back of his throat. He couldn’t really stop himself from that, not when you sounded so determined.

“Shut up” you huffed, gently swatting his arm. “U-um… Would you mind if I kind of, um, eased myself into it first?”

He’d probably burst into laughter again if he didn’t restrain himself. All he did was to grin widely, with his eyes turning into C-shaped lines. These eyes always reminded you of some sort of emoji, and along with the wide smile he sometimes showed, you swore you could just put him in a frame and hang on a wall as a picture of the highest level of joy.

“Go ahead” he finally answered. His features relaxed slightly when you leaned down to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. He automatically tilted it to the side, curious about what were you about to do.

A gentle kiss landed right above his collarbone, warm and trustful. He hummed approvingly in response, and his one hand traveled to your back, massaging it gently. You let your lips linger there for a moment before kissing him a bit higher. These innocent neck kisses were something you could deal with. They were more natural and not even half as stressful as the prospect of touching someone’s mouth with your own.

Your nose nudged his jawline and you retreated for a brief moment, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. 

Sehun’s face held something you couldn’t quite interpret. It was amused, but also sincerely happy. 

“You’re cute” he announced in a teasing tone. “But you know, we don’t have the whole day. I’d like to go to sleep before midnight.”

“And you’re annoying” you replied, thoughtlessly leaning down and biting on his neck, hoping to silence him for the time being. 

“Ah, don’t do that without a warning” he laughed. “I may moan by accident.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re not making it easier so just shut up” you huffed, and to your surprise, he actually listened. 

A pleasant, comforting silence fell upon the two of you as you continued to kiss up the side of his neck, focusing on his artery to distract yourself from other things. 

You unwittingly pressed yourself to him a bit harder, and a strained whimper escaped the man’s throat.

“U-um, you okay?” you asked worriedly.

“Are you completely sure you have no idea what you’re doing?”

You pursed your lips, but the confusion on your face made him roll his eyes and his hands grasped your thighs, pushing you a tad higher so that you rested on his stomach instead. You didn’t dwell on it. 

You found yourself staring at him from above now, and even though the change did nothing to ease your nerves, you found yourself enjoying the sight it gave you. His hair smelled fresh and you couldn’t help yourself from nuzzling it gently and placing yet another kiss, on his temple. 

Something in you urged you to ask if really, for sure, he wants you to kiss him. But you quickly came to a quick conclusion that you already knew his reply, and that it’d be nothing but attempt to soothe your ego. You wanted to hear him say it yet again, but you didn’t want to sound too whiny at this point. There was no reason to. It’d only make you more nervous, you realized.

You leaned down and kissed his cheek. Your lips traveled lower, and in the very moment they found themselves in the corner of his own, he tilted his head back, making them finally meet in the fullest way possible. His hand pressed against the nape of your neck, tenderly encouraging you to get even closer. Your own arms naturally wrapped around his neck and he hummed into the kiss. 

And even before you could fully proceed the feeling, it was over, because the man pulled back, taking a breath, which reminded you that, in fact, you were holding yours and your head started to feel light. 

“O-oh.”

Sehun stared up at you in some kind of appreciation, and you sighed with relief. You didn’t do anything wrong, did you? Otherwise, he’d already tell you.

“So? How was it?” he asked. “Your first kiss?”

You pressed your lips together for a brief moment, looking away thoughtfully.

“…Not sure. I think I spaced out.”

And this time, he didn’t even try to stop himself from laughing out loud.

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[joeycupcakerichter]

Zach Dempsey - Wake Up From Reality

atlas-of-a-human-soul asked:

94 for Zach? (because who doesn't want more of Zach, am I right?!)

A/N: Thank you so much for the request!! I had a hard time with that prompt, mainly because I started and almost forgot to incorporate it. In any case, I hope you enjoy this. The song referenced is I Just Do by Dear in the Headlights and I linked it belong so you could check it out. I just. UGH. LOVE THAT SONG.

94 - Maybe you can wake up from reality!

Class project due in two weeks. You wrote in your agenda. Stress was starting to rear its ugly head at you. Project for Comms, book report for English, 20+ math problems that honestly looked that French at this point. Your only saving grace amidst all this was a particular tall jock who was stealing glances from across the room. You made a face at him, resulting in a look of faux shock. Oh Zachary. He was the light at the end of the tunnel. While the teachers back was turned while she wrote the days discussion topic on the board, you slipped your phone out of your pocket and sent him a quick kiss emoji and watched like a hawk for him to see the message. He pulled out his phone and quickly unlocked it, grinning to himself and he quickly typed out a response. “Bryce’s tonight?” Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you quickly nodded yes across the room at him. Normally you stayed away from Bryce’s, per Zach’s request. He never really gave you a reason why, but his tone whenever he told you to stay away was enough to honor his wishes. That being said, it was hard for you two to get alone time together, and Bryce’s parties definitely offered that. Plus, if Zach was suggesting it, you knew he’d be on watch for you. The rest of the day dragged on and on, with your excitement brewing for tonight. That final bell rang and it was like a balloon of excitement exploding in your chest. You ran out of the classroom, on the hunt for that handsome boyfriend of yours. You found him, surrounded by his teammates, laughing at something Marcus had said. He looked around, looking for you and when his eyes finally found yours, he broke into that smile you knew was reserved for you. Needing to expel some of that excitement that had been building all day, you started skipping toward him, jumping up to give him a kiss that you’d been waiting all day for. “Hey (Y/N), you coming to my party tonight?” Bryce asked coolly after Zach returned you to your feet. He didn’t let go though, opting to wrap his arms around your chest and hold you close to him. “Yeah Bryce, we’ll be there.” he responded for you. “It’s about damn time” Bryce said “Dempsey’s been keeping you all to himself.” You saw Zach exchange a glance with Justin before pulling you tighter. “Some things just aren’t supposed to be shared Walker.” He said, venom into his tone ever so slightly. Bryce gave him a look of ‘the fuck dude’ but Zach was already making his excuses to leave. He walked you to his car and graciously opened the door for you, closing it before climbing in on his side. “No Justin tonight?” You ask, looking around for him. “Nah, plus anytime I can get alone with you? I’m not questioning it.” He said, starting up his car. He pulled out his phone and opened Spotify, clearly searching for a song. “Jensen told me about this song the other day, the more and more I listen to it, the more and more I think of you.” he pressed the play button and a serious look came over his face.

🎵Oh so the words have all been said The feeling’s old but it’s new to me I guess I’m scared to death but Oh I just love you Oh I just love you Telling my friends, “I gotta go” That I need rest But I’m running for the phone I think Casey knows but Oh I just love you Oh I just love you🎵

It wasn’t anything like Zach’s normal taste in music, but the song did speak to his sweet and sensitive side. When the chorus started, he put the car in drive and peeled out of the parking lot. You watched out the window as scenery sped by. The song ended, and Zach didn’t say anything. A different sing started playing, “Mo Bounce” by Iggy Azalea and he snorted and turned down the radio. He pulled up in front of your house and shut off the car. He finally stole a glance in your direction and saw tears trickling down your cheeks. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m so sorry.” He said hurriedly, moving to pull you closer. “No no, I’m not upset. I’m happy.” you assure him, kissing his cheek. “I didn’t know how to say it myself, but I love you too Zach.” His cheeks tinged red, but a smile erupted on his face. He tilted your chin to look into your eyes. “I love you so much (Y/N). I knew on our first date, that you’re the only girl for me.” His lips met yours gently and in that kiss, you felt all your stresses melt away. “(Y/N), its time to come inside, you’ve got homework” your mom called to you. You cursed your mother and Zach smiled. “Text me when you’re ready later, okay? I can’t wait to see you tonight.” He said tenderly. Kissing you one last time before you climb out of the car. You wave as hell speeds off, meeting your mother on the porch as she shakes her head at the parting car.

Once homework and dinner had been finished, you texted Zach letting him know you were getting ready. “I cannot wait to see you tonight beautiful” read his response. Butterflies erupted again as you tossed your phone on the bed and got dressed. You wore an outfit you knew would drive him crazy, hoping to get a little more than kissing done tonight. You wore your swimsuit underneath, hoping for a dip in the hot tub. Saying goodbye to your parents, you squeal as the door shuts behind you. The top was down on the convertible so you could see Justin and Jessica already making out in the backseat. Zach wasn’t paying any attention to them however, his eyes seemed to be glued on you. You scamper over, opening the door yourself, which seemed to break him out of his spell. “Oh shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry.” he said, shaking his head to try to clear it. “You look beautiful tonight. You look beautiful always, but tonight…” He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders as words failed him. “Come on Dempsey, they’re gonna get started without us!” Justin yelled from the backseat. Zach cranked up the music and sped down the road. He was trying to do his due diligence to mind the road, but somehow his eyes kept finding you. Your legs especially, as he was trying to be subtle. The party was in full swing when they finally arrived and you and Jess announced your arrival with a loud “whoo!” Justin and Zach went to fetch some drinks. You saw Justin glance back at you and nudge Zach. Zach smiled shyly and glanced back at you. He nodded at Justin and Jess grabbed your attention away. “You guys are so cute together!” She exclaimed. “Have to know though, how is he in… ya know.” Your cheeks flush red. “We haven’t, um, gotten that far.” You tell her sheepishly. She elbows you in complete surprise. “You’re kidding!” She giggles. “You’ve been together for like, 2 months. What are you waiting for?!” “We’re taking things slow I guess.” You shrug. “Good things come to those who wait, right?” “At this rate, (Y/N), you’re never going to want to stop.” She giggled. “Oh God I hope so.” The boys return with the drinks and you start pounding them back. Eventually you, Zach, Justin and Jess find your way into the hot tub, completely wasted. Zach was the only one who hadn’t gotten more than 3 drinks in him and even as drunk as you are, you can tell he’s watching Bryce. “Maybe you could just, wake up from reality.” Jess says. The words are slurred as she speaks them, but there’s a sense of seriousness to them. Everyone in the hot tub stares at her but she breaks into a chuckle. “God I must be drunk.” She says giggling. Her eyes look haunted but it’s only a second before she’s mounted back on top of Justin, kissing him passionately. You look at Zach and he just shrugs, watching the couple. He pulls you into an embrace and kisses your forehead. “So did you pick that outfit specifically to mess with me… Or?” He asks, giving you a fake glare. “That doesn’t even remotely sound like something I’d do.” you smirk. “Why? Did it work?” His face looked restrained as he spoke. “I probably would’ve wrecked my car looking at you if I wasn’t scared of you getting hurt.” He paused thoughtfully. “You are everything I could’ve wanted or asked for (Y/N).” His tone with serious, but soft. He looked at you like you were the only thing on the planet. “I love you (Y/N).” “I love you Zachary.”

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[defenestrata]

HYEONJIN + ALL GOTTA STAN THE ISFP

realm knows my weak spot !!! hyeonjin is my baby boy, my sun, my stars and i will rant about him forever —

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

probably years. he’s good at observing his surroundings and also slipping into quiet existential thoughts so you could probably forget him in a store and come back two hours later to him staring blankly at a mannequin. 

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

maybe a 7 on the scale of 1 to 10. he’s trained to not be too rambunctious when he laughs, but giggles and chuckles are easy to get out of him.  

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

is there something fundamentally wrong with my ocs if the two that have been asked about both need drugs. i hate. hyeonjin takes an anti-epilepsy drug that he’s addicted to to deal with anxiety attacks. the time of contemplation before sleeping is prime time for intrusive thoughts. so he has to take a dose. 

How easy is it to earn their trust?

easier than a normal person. it comes to a point in his life that anyone who’s even remotely nice to him is considered a friend, and anyone who does him favours is deemed trustworthy. he’s a sensitive kid.

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

hyeonjin is as quick to cut people off as he is to take them in. even the smallest act of betrayal will lead to hyeonjin ignoring you for the rest of your life. he’s hyper guarded and hyper open at the same time, it’s hard to explain. 

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

laws are very flexible in his opinion. the law is usually made by people who are somewhat out of touch with reality. if a law doesn’t help people, or serve any other benevolent purpose, it’s not worth following. 

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

nostalgia isn’t very easy to trigger for him. his childhood was full of love and affection but also without any very clearly unique incidents. it felt like a movie character’s childhood. disneyland, trips to the beach, school days. nothing very standout. meeting his mother alone would be enough to make him remember the old days ( his parents are divorced btw ) but then it becomes a very, very painful feeling.  

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

oh god, what wasn’t he told to stop/start doing. being a child actor for a short while, and then constantly in the public eye because his father is a well-known and politically involved businessman and his best friend is instagram-famous — he always had to be conscious of whether he was slouching, how eloquently he spoke, being careful not to look disinterested and so on. so his childhood was pretty regimented.

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

he tries not to, to be polite, but the habit is steadily growing on him. his first swear word was probably said when he was fourteen or something and even then it was probably something pretty inoffensive like 제기랄 ( equivalent of bullshit ). 

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

oh. well, he’s been hiding a drug habit from his father since forever. it makes him feel really, really guilty, but he tries to justify it to himself by saying that the calmness that the drug gives him actually helps him fulfill his father’s expectations better. it’s still a weight on his psyche and he hates himself more for it. 

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

unfortunately, hyeonjin will only seek clarification if the person is close to them. otherwise that kind of admission of ignorance … yikes emoji.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

suffer. 

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

he doesn’t really know anything about fashion, and depends almost entirely on a team of stylists, his housekeeper and his best friend to dress. so he doesn’t really know what he looks best in. outsiders will have you know that he looks best in red. 

What animal do they fear most?

hyeonjin is not a fan of snakes, which begs the question: how did he become one later ?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

if talking to heather ( a friend :) ), jiwon ( his best friend ) or sungmi ( his housekeeper / older sister figure ), he won’t think at all before talking. otherwise, he’s rehearsing every goddamn syllable in his head like three times.

What makes their stomach turn?

blood. mostly blood. people yelling at him. the thought of the people he loves being unhappy. people relying on him. being some kind of hero. 

Are they easily embarrassed?

yes. thankfully, the people closest to him have learned to veer around his insecurities.

What embarrasses them?

positive reinforcement. praise, compliments, telling him to get out of his head and be happier, anything that makes him feel a little less dead inside makes him all blush emoji and flustered. 

What is their favorite number?

5. it’s a nice, pleasant, round number. 

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

familial love in his opinion is a much more jaded kind of platonic love: “i love you but you exhaust me — and there’s this quiet understanding that we’ll have to come apart.” platonic love is purer, teetering on the edge of irrationality but not there yet, a little restrained, never complete. and romantic love is complete. everything the person does is beautiful, nto categorised into good or bad. they become a part of you. 

Why do they get up in the morning?

he’d rather not. but people love him. and (later on) people need him. 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

positive emotions manifest with more intensity in hyeonjin and so do negative emotions. it takes a bit to get him jealous but once he is, he can become pretty toxic and petty towards the person encroaching. this is almost entirely about his crush, though. he has nothing else to be jealous about. 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

envious hyeonjin means a very repressed hyeonjin who will avoid the source of envy to the maximum possible extent and become distant.  

Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

noooo. he was raised in a pretty conservative setting. sex and sex appeal makes him flustered to talk about. the most he’ll do is entertain jiwon’s rants about people finding him sexy, and even that with a bit of internal cringing. 

What are their thoughts on marriage?

hyeonjin in a michael scott vc: marriage sounds nice. would love to be loved someday. jskjds but in all serious the idea of marriage is so lovely he’d love to be married but who’d marry him haha

What is their preferred mode of transportation?

limousine. sorry. he’s rich, and it’s comfortable. 

What causes them to feel dread?

oh, loads of things. on especially shitty days, talking to any people. public speaking, being put on the spot, being on camera. anything that requires him to actually be active and do something. depression is a bitch, huh. 

Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth?

depends on the context. if the unpleasant truth was unlikely to be uncovered later, then fine. if someone lives and dies with a lie, it didn’t hurt them, and it was fine. 

Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

never. his ideals are too much for even the finest human being to comprehend. he wants to be the best possible son, friend, leader, actor, motivator, businessman and student. but obviously, it’s never going to happen. and anything less than success is failure. 

Who do they most regret meeting?

no one. whomever he’s met have changed him into a version of himself perhaps more wounded, angry, cold, but it’s been for the better. he’s braver now as well. 

Who are they the most glad to have met?

jiwon. it has to be jiwon. at least 50% of the reason why hyeonjin still stands is because of his best friend, who never fails to make him happy, just because he’s so sanguine, kind, optimistic, and encouraging. everything he himself should be. 

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke?

no, because all of his stories are either unrelatable ( oh lads do you ever get annoyed when the driver stocks coke in the limo when you asked for sprite ) or depressing ( yah so i killed a man that one time ).

Could they be considered lazy?

i wouldn’t use lazy because hyeonjin has a mental health condition that forces him into passivity. but he does have difficulty putting himself out there. 

How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

im-fucking-possible. lmao hyeonjin’s got guilt at the back of his mind every second of every day about something or the other. drinking, taking his pills, lying, not being a good friend. but at the same time he’s just so tired of it that he feels nothing very strongly.

How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

always ! he hates to let people know he’s having a hard time ever so it’s a good distraction to fall into what someone else is talking about and support them all the way. having others be happy around him calms him down to some extent too. 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

hyeonjin loves the idea of love so much. all he wants is a nice relationship, and he’d be a fantastic boyfriend. however, shyness is a thing, and he hasn’t had the courage to approach his crushes. except jiwon; he did have the courage to confess to him, but that had it’s own strings attached.

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

nothing in particular, no ! but as a sidenote hyeonjin has a fairly decent memory. 

What memory do they revisit the most often?

a trip to los angeles when he was thirteen with the chois aka jiwon’s family. jiwon’s elder sister jiyoon took them around disneyland for the whole day, he almost puked on the rollercoaster, saw fireworks — it was a moment of nothing but pure elation. 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people?

oh, if they consider someone a good friend ? what are flaws. no flaws. nothing but good things. happiness. the best. 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

meanwhile, he himself has a million flaws. he picks at his demeanour and behaviour whenever in the public eye because for the longest time, his father did it for him.  he thinks he’s a bit cowardly, not macho male. long story short, he’s pretty sensitive to his own flaws, but if someone points them out he won’t be offended. he’ll just be sad, because it’s true. 

How do they feel about children?

being a naturally sensitive person, he has a strong maternal instinct towards children, especially younger ones. in practical terms, he may not be fantastic at caring for them, because he doesn’t really know how, but the non-judgemental nature of kids brings his walls down. he loves kids. he wants kids. 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal?

so badly. so basically his end goal is for the violent organisation that wants to destroy capitalist society to successfully establish itself in the western world again, after a hiatus of nearly fifty years. and this end has to be met. otherwise, his life, throwing everything away — would’ve had no purpose. 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so?

beautiful, good, and happy people. just, people with a soothing, carefree aura. male, female, nonbinary, anybody, hyeonjin’ll hook onto you immediately. 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character?

he’s my boy !! when it comes to empathy and sincere kindness, he’s probably the kindest oc i have, at least in this au. also he goes through major char dev to become a lot more harsh, cruel and antagonist-like ( because he is an antagonist, for erich at least ), but he still wants to do the right thing above all. 

B) What inspired you to create them?

ehhhhhh ok so the outside vibe of hyeonjin ( sad rich kid ) was a super old idea i had for the story, but the personality of this kid was totally different. then i transplanted the personality of an older oc into this exterior and boom it’s hyeonjin. 

C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story?

initially, yes, because his story takes place primarily in korea and i had difficulty relating it back to the main action which was supposed to happen in london. but with some tweaks to his backstory ( he studied in the uk ) and lore, i think i’ve made it work. 

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

not too much. the prototype sad rich kid was just a knockoff of artemis fowl, aka much younger and much less of a sweetheart. now hyeonjin’s 20 in the plot.  

E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

i think so ! but their tendency of shoving trauma into a closet instead of dealing with it or seeking help could be potential damage to any relationships ( and it is. stay tuned :) )

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

i just feel sorry for him sjdsjdsjf bb you’ve got a long, long way to go — he’s def one of the more unhappy ocs i have.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

a tendency to be a little sanctimonious. i am pure and i am virtuous and i must do the right thing. he’s a bit self-righteous which gets annoying when writing but that’s more because i’m a cynical person. 

H) What trait do you admire most?

he’s a good kid. he’s supportive, understanding, polite, genuinely respectful and isn’t really ever petty or vitriolic. a pure boy. baby boy. 

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

yes, because i’m not creative. 

J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

mostly family stuff had to be changed to make his home life a little more poisonous. sort of an odd thing to mention, but initially hyeonjin lived with his mother ( who was the businesswoman parent ) while his father was the deadbeat divorcee. but i wanted to talk about how mothers can sometimes get fucked over in divorces, so i swapped them. 

#holy hecc #realmzenith #oc talk.

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Yami Yugi/Atem: Info and Headcanons (mobile version)

Full name: Yami Yugi/Atem

Nicknames: Yami, Other Yugi, Other Me (“mou hitori no boku” by Yugi), Spirit, Pharaoh

Ethnicity: Egyptian (as Pharaoh Atem)

Actual/spirital age: 3000 (JP dub) or 5000 (EN dub) as a spirit

Biological age: 16 (main canon story), 18 (post canon)

Birthday: July 26th, accurate year unknown

Zodiac: Leo (western zodiac), easter zodiac unknown

Birthstone: Ruby

Height: 1.53 meter/5.02 ft

Weight: 42 kg

Likes: Ta'amiya (Tamiya, egyptian falafel)

Dislikes: Batarekh (Bottarga, cured fish roe)

Blood type: A. While outwardly calm, they have such high standards (perfectionists) that they tend to be balls of nerves on the inside. Type A’s are the most artistic of the blood groups. They can be shy, are conscientious, trustworthy, and sensitive. (Source: bellaonline.com) Type A (Best Traits: Earnest, sensible, reserved, patient, responsible, quiet, mature, loyal, calm, strict, reliable. Worst Traits: Fastidious, unsocial, stubborn, tense, perfectionist, skeptical) (Traits source: x)

Character Analysis chart

Narcissistic/self-absorbed/self-centered vs Altruistic: 2/5 altruistic Nonsensical/absurd vs Self-restrained: 2/5 self-restrained Greedy/Obsessed vs Unselfish/unavaricious/indifferent: 1/5 unselfish

Fire Types are all about passion. When they want something, they go for it all-out. Unfortunately, sometimes they tend to burn themselves out as well by pressing TOO hard. They may be great at getting things done, but it’s gonna be on their schedule and no one else’s.

Background story

Yu-Gi-Oh season 0, the beginning

The spirit, having no memories of his own, goes about as “Another Yugi”. Dangerous and unstable, he has no problem punishing evildoers with his Shadow Games and even seems to enjoy doing so at first. It may be possible some of the criminals have even died from Yami Yugi’s Shadow Games. In his unstable state, his behaviour seems childish early on, not feeling guilt or thinking of the consequences of his Shadow Games at first. The more time the spirit spends with Yugi, the calmer, kinder and more serious he becomes, until he stops with Shadow Games entirely.

Yu-Gi-Oh season Duel Monsters

An ancient spirit trapped inside the Millennium Puzzle who has forgotten almost everything, including his name. All that is left his rich, dark knowledge of games and puzzles. Extremely skilled in any kind of game, he is able to learn about new ones at a fast rate, as well as the technology involved in said games. When Yugi is in danger, the spirit possesses his host, taking over the body to help deal with the threat.

Often referred to as Yami Yugi, his assertive, fierce and commanding personality is a stark contrast to his host’s, giving off the aura of a leader. It seems he can be quite oblivious about romantic advances unless they are blatantly obvious. Despite his serious demeanor, he doesn’t shy away from jokes, even friendly teasing Yugi and the others at times. However, as the name Yami Yugi (Dark Yugi) suggests, he carries darkness in his heart. He can be blunt and selfish, early on even downright cruel and unforgiving, needing to be taught kindness and compassion from Yugi. While he has a high self-esteem, this can falter, showing vulnerability underneath.

The more he remembers about his past, the more he breaks away from the “yugi alter ego”, forming his own identity once more…

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Reblogged headcanons can be found in the #headcanon and #yami is leo (zodiac) tags

Preference headcanons

Yami Yugi is pansexual.

He shares Yugi’s love for cats.

His favorite color is purple. In addition he appreciates warm colors such as red.

He would never wear a mummy costume during Halloween, but doesn’t have problems with others doing it.

Yami Yugi has different views on certain aspects of society, some being quite controversial by modern standards. Polygamy, one thing that is considered controversial, is something he has considered at times. Atem is definitely into polygamy. (This headcanon only applies when both RPers agree).

In postcanon, Yami embraces both past and future by taking on both names. On official documents such as birth certificate and his passport he uses his official name Atem. “Yami” remains the go-to nickname, though “Other Me” and “Pharaoh” are still sometimes used. With a body of his own people are less likely to call him “Yugi” when he is near his partner.

Physical headcanons

Yami likes, even really needs, physical contact. After thousands of years as an intangible spirit, he wants to “feel” again. However, he does not initiate contact until he knows the other person is comfortable with it. He’s also not open about this particular need as he does not want to embarass himself or others.

In RPs starting early in the timeline, such as season 0 related content, Yami will have his lighter season 0 voice (VA: Megumi Ogata). Over time his voice deepens as his host ages, though the changes are far more drastic and noticable than with Yugi. Later in the timeline he has the DM dub voice (VA: Dan Green)

When he has a body of his own, he jogs every morning and does several other workouts to stay in shape. Because cold winters make him unable to work out, others tease him for the bit of “babyfat” that becomes visible during these months. Don’t tease him about it! Or maybe you should? ;)

Mental/behavior headcanons

Yami Yugi has agoraphobia: an abnormal fear of being in crowds, public places or open areas, as well as uncontrollable social situations. After thousands of years inside the Puzzle, the crowded open spaces have become overwhelming to him. Despite his desire for freedom, his small prison had become his comfort zone. He copes by focusing on one person, a topic (talking about games) or a duel when in an open stadium, having tunnel vision. Yami is exceptionally capable of masking his anxiety, but when he is unable to cope, he will try to retreat and give control to Yugi.

If there is anything Yami has less knowledge about than Yugi, it’s smut, at least modern-time variants of it. Innuendo jokes tend to get over his head. This doesn’t mean he can’t be cheeky, though! ;)

The pharaoh is often compared to a cat. Moody, graceful, even letting out sounds similar to a purr when comfortable with someone. Calling him a “cat pharaoh” will fluster him.

Yami Yugi’s texting and online chat responses are very elaborate and grammatically correct. If he’s furious or particularly passionate about a subject (example: Duel Monsters), he writes his response in all-caps. He only uses emojis when chatting with Yugi, and even then it’s done somewhat sparingly.

Unlike Yugi, Yami Yugi has no distinct accent when speaking English. Atem, on the other hand, has a light accent as he speaks Coptic.

While Yugi has a distinct real (“honne”) and public (“tatemae”) opinion, Yami’s opinion tends to be both real and public. As a result, he tends to sound brash, not wanting to sugarcoat things. If he dislikes someone, he will let that person know right away. The only times Yami sugarcoats his opinions is towards Yugi, as he’s generally very gentle towards the other.

#mobile #blog #about #info #bio

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the sun can't compare to you (James x MC)

Summary: A rework (that I’ve been meaning to post for the longest time, but life ya know?) of Chapter Thirteen: California Dreamin’ feat. a west coast food fave. Hope you enjoy reading!

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James’ hand is warm as it rests on your knee, the pad of his thumb idly drawing circles on the exposed skin. You’re on your phone, typing out a message to Zack, telling him that you’ve met up with James and you’re doing okay.

More than okay, in fact, you want to say, because you’re practically bursting at the seams with happiness. But you don’t want to gush too much, so you keep your text short and sweet. Though, you can’t help but add a few extra smiley face emojis before hitting send.

As soon as you finish, you drop your phone into your purse and turn to your boyfriend, a smirk on your face.

“I must say, interesting choice of venue,” you tease, poking a finger into his side. After a sweet reunion at the airport – which involved you attacking James in a bear hug when you caught sight of him, but was interrupted moments later by an embarrassingly loud growl from your stomach – the two of you decided to grab some food. Where, thirty minutes later, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of James’ car at In-N-Out’s drive thru.

James squirms in his seat and glares at you, but there’s no heat behind it. His hand on your knee reaches up to tuck a few wayward strands of hair behind your ear. “Got any better ideas?” He says playfully.

Your smirk deepens and you shake your head. “Nope,” you say, popping the “p.”

He simply rolls his eyes at you and unable to help yourself, you stretch over the center console to plant a kiss on his cheek, but he turns his face at the last second, so you catch his lips instead.

The kiss is unbelievably sweet; his lips soft and pliant under yours. You feel his hand slowly slide up the length of your thigh, the material of your skirt bunching up at your hips. Your breath hitches in your throat when his fingers toy with the edge of your panties and you feel heat begin to pool in your lower belly. Right when you’re about to deepen the kiss, the sound of a car horn blares from behind you. Startled, the two of you break apart, dazed. James is the first to recover, and he quickly shifts the car back into drive and eases it forward.

“Tease,” you mutter under your breath, whilst rearranging your skirt back into place.

Smiling cheekily at you in response, James leans over to press a kiss to your temple before whispering in your ear, “To be continued.”

His promise makes you shiver, in spite of yourself.

He pulls away from you then, and you catch sight of his self-satisfied smile and eyes alight with mischief, before he turns to roll down his window, just as a worker approaches, tablet in hand. You narrow your eyes at the back of his head.

The worker, a young man, smiles and says cheerily, “Hi, I’m Jacob and welcome to In-N-Out! What can I get for you two today?”

Your eyes widen in panic when you realize that you haven’t looked at the menu yet. But before you can say anything, James begins listing off your orders.

“Hey, can I get two Double-Doubles both with grilled onions, two Animal Fries, and two Neapolitan milkshakes, please?”

“Sure,” Jacob says, fingers flying over the screen of his device. “Anything else?”

“That should be it.”

He repeats the order then, and after James nods an affirmative, Jacob says the final price before wishing the two of you a “good one” and walking away.

You tell James lightly, “You know, you’re lucky I’m not a picky eater.”

He looks at you, expression sheepish. “Ah, I did some research before and the general consensus was that those are the things a first-timer must try here.” His brows pull together, suddenly unsure. “I can change the order as soon as we get to the window. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you first–.”

You interrupt him by covering his hand on the stick shift with yours. “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind,” you say, laughing. “Thank you.”

Relieved and cheeks tinged a light pink, James shoots you a smile and tangles your fingers together.

***

Eventually, the two of you pull back onto the main road, the smell of greasy fast food permeating the interior of the car. Your mouth waters as you peer inside the pair of paper bags sitting on your lap, everything looking so delicious. You pick up your milkshake to take an experimental sip and moan when the flavor hits your tongue. James mimics you and he hums in pleasure.

“Where to next?” You ask.

“I was going to suggest my apartment, but it’s so perfect out and the beach isn’t too far from here. I have a blanket in the trunk – we could have a little picnic and watch the sunset. You up for it?”

You nod, excited. “That sounds perfect. Let’s go!”

***

Fifteen minutes later, James lets out a groan of frustration. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this traffic – we’ve barely moved an inch! How can it take so long just to get to a destination that’s literally a mile away?”

He pouts and slumps in his seat, and you have to restrain yourself from giggling because the sight of him is just too cute – so you pat his knee comfortingly instead. He catches your hand and raises it to his lips for a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, looking at you. “I know you’re starving. You should eat your food before it gets cold– er, colder.”

Smiling, you shake your head at him. “Don’t worry about it, I can wait a little longer. Besides, this is your first time eating In-N-Out, too. We’re in this together – from the very first bite to the last,” you say, voice serious.

James chuckles and pokes your side, just as you did to him earlier. “Silly girl.”

Except, unlike James, you’re extremely sensitive in that area so you yelp and jerk back, banging the back of your head against the window with a loud thunk. You hiss in pain, cursing. Next to you, James bursts out laughing.

Rubbing the tender area, you narrow your eyes at him, at his body shaking with the force of his laughter. You’re able to maintain your glare for a few more seconds but then your lips twitch, and soon you’re laughing along with him.

He slaps a hand over his mouth in a vain attempt to quiet himself. Tears leak from the corners of his eyes, and in between the spaces of his fingers, you see his smile is stretched wide. His amusement is infectious, and despite the painful cramps from your stomach and the ache in your cheeks, you crack up even more.

Eventually, your laughter dissolves into a fit of coughs as you both try to catch your breaths. “I’m really sorry about that – it’s just, the sound you made when–,” he breaks off snickering, but then composes himself. “Are you okay?”

When you look into his eyes, they are bright and filled with mirth, but also hold a touch of concern for your wellbeing.

Your heart soars at seeing him so carefree and light, even if it may have been at your own expense. You find that you don’t mind one bit.

You roll your eyes at him. “I’ll live,” you respond, grinning.

He chuckles and shakes his head fondly at you. Outside the windshield, you see the car ahead of you finally move forward. James notices too, and eases up on the break pedal, focusing his attention back on the road.

As he drives, he points to different buildings, sharing with you tidbits of its history. Truthfully, you’re only half-listening, nodding and humming at all the right parts, but you’re a little distracted as you stare unabashedly at his profile bathed in the California sun – committing his bright brown eyes, soft smile, and glowing complexion all to memory. Biting your lip, you feel both giddy and unbelievably lucky that you – and only you – are able to bear witness to this private moment.

With that in mind, you tune back into James’ animated story telling. After a brief pause, he scratches his chin thoughtfully, musing, “Growing up in Manhattan, I didn’t think I would enjoy LA very much – the city life being vastly different and all. Maybe it’s too early to say this since I’ve only been here a grand total of three weeks…but being here feels right. And other than the homesickness, which is expected but manageable, I can’t think of any reason to walk away from this opportunity of a lifetime.”

You bristle in your seat, inhaling a sharp intake of air, James’ words reminding you of yesterday’s video call, when she interrupted and –

“And what’s going to stop me from telling James any of this?” You say angrily, wishing you could reach into your laptop and slap the smug smile off of Yasmin’s face.

“Go right ahead,” she challenges, sounding amused and your frown deepens. “Do you think that’s going to convince him to walk away from the opportunity of a lifetime?”

The memory leaves a bitter and foul taste in your mouth, which only seems to worsen as you recount the rest of that standoff, remembering - with a sick twist of your gut, because how could you be so stupid to forget - it being the reason why you left Hartfeld in the first place.

And just like that, your little bubble of happiness bursts.

Outside, the landscape of LA continues to pass by in a blur and James announces excitedly, “We’re almost there!”

You don’t say anything or indicate that you heard him, focusing instead on tamping down the feeling of something sharp and hot flashing in your chest. He cuts a quick glance at you and does a double take when he finds you just staring at him.

“I don’t need to rush you to a hospital for a concussion, do I?” He teases, but there’s an edge of worry in his voice.

“I – what?” His gaze flicks between you and the road, and you rearrange your features into what you hope is a neutral expression. “No, I’m fine. Really,” you say, as convincingly as possible.

“Okaaay,” he says, not at all sounding convinced. “Then why–,”

You cut him off as the car finally pulls up next to a weatherworn ticket booth. “Hey we’re here!” You exclaim too loudly, pointing to the glittering waters of the Pacific Ocean in the distance. Internally, you cringe, hoping he won’t call you out on your odd behavior.

He eyes you a little weirdly, but to your relief, doesn’t mention it. Instead, he chuckles softly. “Yeah, we are.” James exchanges a few dollar bills for a receipt, which he places on the dashboard.

He pulls into a parking spot facing the water then kills the engine. Hastily, you grab the drinks from the cup holders, the bags of food from the floor, and your purse. You quickly exit the car and make your way towards the trunk, needing a few moments alone to settle the emotions warring inside of you.

On one hand, you know you need to tell James the truth about Yasmin’s intentions with him and hope to god he’ll listen to you.

Because even though it’ll break his heart, it’s the right thing to do.

But…on the other hand, you can’t even count how many times you’ve heard him laugh or seen him smile today.

And you would do anything in this world to keep him happy.

James chooses then to get out as well, and you feel your heart flutter with panic because you haven’t made a decision yet.

“Can you pop the trunk, please?” You ask, fidgeting in place and avoiding his gaze when he stops next to you.

He lets out a soft sigh and before you know it, the load from your arms is gone as he sets it down on the back of the car. He tugs on the crook of your elbow, bringing your body close to his; his arms encircle your waist as your hands settle on the planes of his chest. You swallow hard as you finally look at his face, which is tight with worry.

“What’s wrong?” He implores quietly, eyes searching yours.

“Nothing,” you reply, pushing false conviction onto that one word.

Unconvinced, he levels you with a look and reminds you, voice hard and laced with disappointment. “Remember? We agreed no more secrets.” Then, softer, “You know you can tell me anything.”

Slumping your shoulders in defeat, you nod slowly, knowing you can’t deny him the truth. You take a moment to gather your thoughts, and he waits silent and patient. It’s his hands spanning the small of your back and thumbs rubbing idle circles over your shirt that calms your nerves and gives you the courage to finally speak.

“I,” you start, struggling to find the right words. “I’m just worried about you. Sure the glitz and glamour of Hollywood is great now, but what happens when that wears off and the strain from your movie finally gets to you?” You pause, backtracking. “Not that I’m saying I think you can’t handle it, because I know you can – I believe you can.” You sigh, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that – I’m afraid showbiz is going to…,” ruin you, you want to say, but instead, “change you.”

Your cheeks are hot as you finish and you duck your head down, humiliation trickling in your belly. It is then that you notice that you’ve been clenching fist-fulls of his shirt for the span of your confession. Immediately, you release the fabric, and begin to nervously smooth out the wrinkles, waiting for him to say something, your heart thundering in your chest.

“Hey,” he murmurs, and your hands freeze. His voice sounds nothing close to angry at all. James crooks a finger under your chin and tilts your face back up again. You blink in surprise when he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

When he pulls back, you stare at him, confused and wary. “Thank you for sharing,” he says sincerely. “But I’m not going to change. Hollywood, the studio, Yasmin – no one is going to change me. I won’t let them,” he promises.

Then James huffs out a breath and shakes his head before continuing, “You know, most of the time I feel like you know me better than I know myself. So, if I do happen to fall out of line, you have free reign to put me back in my place – with whatever method you deem fit. That includes kicking my ass if you really have to.” You giggle quietly at that, unable to help yourself, and give him a soft, close-mouthed smile. He grins at you.

But then your smile fades and you bite your lip, still feeling uncertain. James sees the change in your expression and he cups your face in his hands and you gaze up at him - at his brown eyes, big and gentle…and the way he’s looking at you, it’s like - like you’re the sun and he’s a blind man seeing for the first time. You feel the inner corner of your eyes stinging and you blink once, twice, to chase away the moisture you feel gathering up. “The amazing thing about being a writer is that you’re essentially playing God, deciding the fate of your characters, having all the creative freedom in the world. Sometimes, I forget that my life isn’t like that, it’s not under my full control and it could change at any second.” He pauses, considering his next words carefully.

“So, I can’t tell you for certain what’s going to happen to me or to us. But what I can tell you is that you’re the most important person in my life, and as long as you’re by my side, the uncertainty of the future doesn’t scare me so much.” Your blinking becomes futile as tears cascade down your cheeks in earnest. “I love you,” he says thickly, voice shaking, eyes wet. “I’m in love with you. So much I can’t even breathe around it sometimes. I know I don’t say it enough, but I do. And it’s ridiculous; it’s completely ridiculous how much.”

There is a moment of breathless, frozen silence as your mind goes blank and your heart stutters to a stop.

Then you reach up and press your lips to his in a bruising kiss.

The two of you don’t come up for air for a while.

***

Later, you’re lying down on the blanket you and James spread out, soaking up the rays of the fading sun, far away from the other beach goers. His arms hold you close as your head rests on his chest, your ear nestled over his heart. A combination of food coma, the background noise of crashing waves, and the warmth of James’ body almost lulls you to sleep when you remember something.

“James?”

“Hmm?” He mumbles sleepily.

“I love you, too.” You say and beneath you, you feel his breathing still and heart rate pick up.

Propping yourself up on your elbow, you lean over to give him a quick peck. But he has other ideas as his hand slides into your hair, holding your head in place. Encouraged by his enthusiasm, you’re about to deepen the kiss, intending to cash in on his earlier promise of “to be continued,” when you swiftly pull away from him, a hand clasped over your mouth. James blinks up at you, a little dazed.

“Sorry, I have onion breath,” you explain sheepishly from behind your hand.

There’s a split second where he continues to look at you, puzzled, then his face breaks out into a breathtaking smile when what you said registers in his mind. Suddenly, you’re being pulled back down and you let out an ouf as you land on top of him and his arms wrap around you, squeezing you so tight you can hardly breathe. “God, I love you – onion breath and all.”

His laughter is loud and deep in your ear, the sound of it echoing inside you, filling you up with warmth, like something bright and golden coursing through your veins.

Your little bubble of happiness is back.

And it’s here to stay.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #the freshman #james ashton #james x mc #tf fanfic #mine: fic #OKAY who knew writing fluff could be so damn fun?????? #like angst is great but FLUFF MAN #it's some next level shit #also does anyone ever write fluff and think 'wow I wish this was happening to me?????' #mine: james x mc fic