#i had SO many anons send messages about this moment so i decided to gif it

[lesbianpepsi]

Fuck it I love you

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: When paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam.

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words: 2.320k

warnings: mean sam, light swearing, reader being down bad for our sammy, bad writing

authors note: alright my darlings the first chapter to the sam mini series as promised. the wonderful anon who requested this, my dear i am so sorry it took so long for me to get to this. although it's taken a while, i do hope you still enjoy this! feedback and comments are greatly appreciated:)

The wonders of college. 

You get to meet new people, explore your sexuality, party like there’s no tomorrow, try new things and staying up till three in the morning  crying over a piece of work that’s due that very morning that you decided to wait till the last minute to do only to instantly regret it, saying you’ll never do the same mistake next time but  knowing deep down inside you will. 

And of course the trials and tribulations of group projects. Something everyone loathed, and if anyone said otherwise they’re lying. 

You have never been a fan of group projects; so when your professor announced that you’ll be doing a pair project you couldn’t tell if you wanted to slap him or cry. Probably both. The absolute worst thing about projects that involve more than one party member is awkwardly asking a stranger if they’re willing to work with you.

That’s why when you heard that familiar sweet voice speak to you, you couldn’t help but smile. 

“You cool with doing this together?” Tara Carpenter asked you with a nervous smile. 

You and Tara aren’t exactly friends, more like acquaintances; if one missed a presentation the other would give them their notes to copy off of, saving a seat next to each other, saying hello if you ever see each other around campus. 

It isn’t the fact you don’t want to be friends with Tara, she seems like a really kind woman but she’s quite distant and quiet. You can’t judge her or shame her for it since you’re shy, awkward and always in a state of anxiety. 

Maybe this would be the push to make you and Tara become friends. 

You smile at the brunette with an appreciative gleam in your eyes. “Please. I was already planning a speech on why the professor should allow me to do this alone.” Tara laughs, covering her mouth with her hand as the corner of her eyes crinkled with delight. 

“Lucky for me then.” Tara stays silent for a few moments before she added. “Do you wanna just get the whole awkward phone exchange now?” 

You chuckled, nodding your head as you dug out your phone from the pocket of your hoodie, unlocking it and passing it over to her. Tara stares between and your phone almost bewildered with the fact you just passed your phone over to her without hesitation, rather than just saying your number. 

She slowly takes your phone and adds her phone number into your contacts texting herself before passing it back to you. You smiled at her as you pocketed your phone back into its original space of your pocket. 

___________

A few days have passed ever since you and Tara exchanged phone numbers but no plans had been made on when you two should start. You refused to leave this till the last second like you’ve done so many times before, swallowing your nerves you unlock your phone and send Tara a message.

Me (11:32am): hey tara it’s y/n from class, i was wondering what day we can meet to start our project. i was thinking we could meet in the library whenever you can :) 

Instantly you shut your phone off after the message is delivered; there always has been something so weirdly intimidating about messaging someone you don’t really know. Deciding to distract yourself you go make yourself a sandwich for lunch, leaving your phone in your room. 

After two episodes of New Girl and a delicious sandwich had been eaten you returned to your room in search of your phone. Flopping down on your bed you grab your phone and see Tara has messaged you back.

Tara (12:15pm): hi y/n:) if you’re free we can meet today to get started on our project? the only issue is that i can’t come to the library

Me (12:23pm): im more than good with today!! :D

Me (12:23pm): do you wanna come over to my apartment then??

Tara (12:24pm): actually is it alright if you come over to my apartment, around half two?

Me (12:24pm): yeah idm, just as long as we start it lol. where do you live?

Tara (12:28pm): the apartment complex near Blackmore, apartment number 56

Me (12:28pm): okie dokie, see you soon :D 

Tara (12:29pm): 😊👍

You grinned to yourself slightly proud you’ve decided to be smart and start this project early. You just hoped the actual planning of the project would go just as smoothly. 

___________

At two you decided to leave your apartment, wearing a simple white shirt along with some mom jeans. Not even ten minutes into your walk it began pouring down with rain, leaving you sprinting towards the complex as your heavy backpack hit your bag with every step. 

Slamming the double door entrance to the apartment complex open, you instantly gasp for breath as water drips off of every part of you. 

How fucking typical. 

You pull out your phone and with wet fingers you send Tara a quick message before slowly starting to walk up the stairs. 

By the second floor you started to get tired, by the third you began wondering why the fuck there isn’t an elevator in this place, by the fourth you’re questioning your life choices and by the time you arrive on the fifth floor you’re breathing like a life long smoker who just ran towards the store after noticing they’re out of cigarettes.

Like a zombie you walk over to the apartment door with the number ‘56’ on it, sluggishly you raise your hand and knock on the door two times.

After a painstakingly long time a woman answers the door, and you’re pretty sure your heart explodes at the sight of her. 

She’s got olive skin that looks so irresistibly smooth, dark brown eyes that glared at you, she’s around the same height of you if not maybe a bit taller. She’s leaning against the door frame as she’s only opened the door a small amount so her figure could be shown. 

Her lips are pulled in a tight straight line as her arms crossed over her stomach, the tight grey vest top she’s wearing showing off her impressive biceps. She’s glaring at you with her cold eyes as she glowers down at you. 

“Who are you?” She asks in a voice that is ever so raspy, her eyes gazing up and down your body. Your ears burn scarlet red at her eyes checking you out as you stare at her in awe. “I’m, uhm, Tara’s project partner. Y/n L/n.” You stutter out as you can feel your heart beating erratically in your chest. 

If this isn't gay panic you don’t know what is. 

“Why are you so wet?” She questions with judging eyes.

‘Cause of you

“It started raining after I left my apartment and I didn’t bring a coat.” You explained with a nervous smile as you locked eyes with the woman’s. 

She hummed as she turned to look behind her, after a few seconds the door opened wider and Tara appeared next to the woman, the height difference between the two almost making you laugh.

Tara smiled a small smile to you before it faded and changed into shocked one. “You’re soaked.” She states in a matter of fact way. You laugh nervously as you nod your head, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “Started raining on the way here.” 

She frowned concerned as she took a step back, allowing you to enter, while the older woman still stayed in the doorway, glaring daggers at you. You swallowed nervously as Tara glared at the woman. “Sam, she's fine, don't be a bitch.” 

Sam

Sam stares at you for a while before she reluctantly leaves the doorway and back into the apartment, you smile at Sam’s behaviour as you turn to look at Tara.

“Sorry about her, she's just really protective over me.” Tara apologises with a smile as you enter the apartment, closing the door behind you. 

As you get a good view of the apartment you notice two other people talking to Sam, you've seen them around Blackmore.

The three of them are glaring at you as they whisper among each other. When they notice you’re looking at them they silence, all silently staring back at you.

Without thinking, you wave your hand at them as you smile. “Hi, I’m Y/n. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you two before around campus.”

Tara doesn’t allow you to say more as her slender fingers wrap around your wrist as she drags you towards the dining table, your eyes remained on her beautiful sister Sam.

“I'll get you a towel, you prepare.” Tara tells you with a smile before taking off. You nod your head as you do as she said, take off your backpack and take out everything from inside it and place it onto the table.

Tara thankfully returns a few minutes later with a towel and a dry hoodie, she passes them over to you.

“You can borrow the hoodie if you want since your shirt is more than less see through.” She says with an amused laugh, you look down at blush at the fact it’s quite obvious you’re wearing a black bra.

“Thank you.” You tell her with an embarrassed laugh as you shamelessly take off your shirt and throw it into your bag before putting on the hoodie. It's warm and slightly too big for you, but you don’t mind it. 

Grabbing the towel you place it under you, making sure you wouldn’t utterly soak the chair from the rain on your pants.

She gives a smile before she begins talking about her plans on what you two could do, stretching to reach the notebook full of notes you had brought with you. 

You tried listening to Tara, you truly did, but not even five minutes after Tara had begun talking Sam had entered the kitchen to make a drink.

Suddenly every word Tara uttered it went into one ear and flew right through the other. 

Her back faced you as she grabbed the glass from the top cabinet, not even having to go on the tip of her toes to reach it, something the shorter Carpenter would definitely have to do.

You smiled without noticing the longer you gazed at the gorgeous woman as she carried on making her drink. 

“Y/n.” 

You snapped your head back at Tara who had her eyebrows raised. “Did you listen to anything I said?”

Sam turned to look at the both of you as she leaned against the counter, sipping her drink. Her eyes focused on you as she drank at a slow pace.

You smiled nervously at her to which Sam only scowled back at you. 

“Yeah, uhm, work and stuff right?” You waffled with a smile, Tara simply sighed as she shook her head. She went to say something but got interrupted by her older sister.

“Is that my hoodie?” Your head whips back towards Sam’s direction, Sam’s eyes focused on you. You blushed as you noticed Tara and let you borrow McHottie’s Sam's hoodie, not hers.

Your fingers toyed with the bottom of the hoodie nervously, before you could reply with utter gibberish Tara answered over you. “I let her borrow it since she was completely soaked.” She explained with a brief tight smile.

Sam hummed as she dropped the glass onto the counter. “But why give my hoodie to her? Why not yours?” 

“Because It was closest to me, Sam. Jesus she isn’t going to do anything so calm down.” Tara defended you in an annoyed tone now, her eyes glaring at Sam as she leaned on her hand. “And tell Chad and Mindy to cut it out with the staring.” 

“I can give it back if you’d like?” You gingerly asked. Both of the girl’s heads snapped towards you at your words. 

“You don’t have to-” Tara started before Sam interrupted her speedily 

“Yes. Give it back.” She demanded, pushing herself off the counter as she advanced towards you. Without hesitation you ripped the hoodie off of you, pulling it over your head quickly as your shirt rolled up with it.  

You smiled sweetly at her as you passed her the hoodie with your right hand, your left hand not so subtly pulling down your shirt. Her fingers grazed over your knuckles as she retrieved the jumper from your hand, her eyes ogling at your shirt momentarily. 

Her eyes connected with yours again as she pulled the hoodie to her side, she glowered over you as you looked up at her with a nervous smile. 

She’s so fucking pretty, oh my fucking-

“Don’t give my stuff out again, Tara.” Sam told her sister as her eyes stayed glued to yours, “Sure, whatever, will you just leave now?” Tara says with annoyance clear in her tone, Sam stared at you for a few more seconds before she fulfilled her sister’s wish by leaving the kitchen silently. 

Your eyes followed her leaving until she was out of your sight. Your eyes landed on the glaring twins to which you smiled awkwardly at them before you returned your attention back to Tara. 

The shorter girl huffed as she flicked through a few pages of a notebook. “Sorry about her, she’s just really protective over me.” She apologised again.

You smiled dreamily at her as you thought more of the older sister. “You don’t have to apologise, it’s actually kinda sweet.” 

Tara gives you a funny look as she snorts a laugh, her fingers finally stopping as she lands on the particular page she was looking for. “You must be delusional if you think Sam is sweet.” 

Guess I’m delusional then, you thought with a smile as your eyes gazed over the half full glass Sam had left in the kitchen. 

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #chad meeks #mindy meeks #fluff #angst #my fanfic #scream #scream six

[nwlyvs]

request from anon: mizuki x reader; both at school, (name) being mizuki’s childhood best friend!

reader: gn, ‘they/them’.

genre: fluff.

summary: you are mizuki’s childhood best friend. since elementary school, they both go everywhere together. however, mizuki begins to question their feelings for you, discovering that they really are in love with you. To thank you for everything, they decide to take you to spend the afternoon with them. To end, declare their feelings towards you.

a/n: oh my, I love this request・・・ considering mizuki is my fav character and my biggest kin (w mafuyu), im gonna enjoy this!!! Ty for the request, anonymous!!<33

Mizuki knew something was up, feeling like this for so many days was not normal. They sat on the edge of the bed and looked up; in an attempt to order the things that were going through their mind.

Had they always been so nervous around people? No, only with you. Have they felt that flame that says they want to have a life together with anyone? No, only with you.

They looked to the side, already sure of what was happening. They were in love with you.

“And now.... (Name), would you be by my side until fate changes plans?” they said looking at the mirror. Sigh. They turned around to take their cell phone and send you a message, because now you were in piano class and they were going to pick you up.

・mizuki !!!<3 sent: hey (y/n), are you still in class?

・(username) sent: mizuki!! hii!

・(username) sent: yyyeah. but there are about five minutes to go, why? plans?

・mizuki !!!<3 sent: yep!! i’ll go for you!!!!

・mizuki !!!<3 sent: how about we spend the afternoon?☆

・(username) sent: oh, sure!! see u soon!（⌒▽⌒）

They turned off their cell phone and put it in a backpack that they had already prepared, they quickly changed their clothes to put some ornaments in their fine hair. They looked at each other in the mirror for a couple of seconds, so they could smile and leave the house.

Getting off that subway, they ran to the door of your academy. They sat on a nearby bench there, touched their face with their hands; covering it. They were more than nervous because today they were going to declare themselves, today was the moment in which they would tell you their feelings.

“Wa-Ah!” they quickly calmed down as they smelled a familiar scent, that pretty peach perfume that adorned your body (or rather, your hair).

“(name), hello!” a smile appeared on their face, touching your hands as they felt their cheeks burn. “Come on, (name)! We still need to shop somethings!!~” they said while letting out a small giggle. Causing you one too.

“And tell me, Mizuki, why are you so nervous?~” you said in a teasing tone. Oh wow, they fell in love again.

“Hehe, well... I have to tell you something, but I won’t tell you until we leave!” they said to stand up and hold your hand, leading you to a drink and ice cream shop. You smiled, if only they knew that you loved them.

The afternoon was, for you, the best afternoon you could have. You shop there, you shop here. Even them and you bought some makeup sets, lip glosses, clothes and more. They decided to rest on a beautiful white bench with swan decorations so both could talk about any topic, in that; Mizuki already had a plan to be able to propose. It was almost 11 at night, time you had to go home by order of your mother. Mizuki had their head resting on your shoulder, resting their eyes and wishing their plan would go well.

Your cell phone vibrated for a message, you quickly opened it to see a message from your sister; «miiya❁ sent: (name), don’t forget not to be late! remember we have to go to (f/n)’s house!!»

You quickly answered, putting your cell phone back in your backpack as you called Mizuki. “Hey Mizuki. I have to go, but first... what was it you wanted to tell me?”

“Eh— I— Thank you, thank you for everything. I— I really don’t know how to thank you for everything you've done for me, since our childhood you’ve been someone fantastic and I really want to tell you that I— I love you!” they swallowed as they took a deep breath to continue “You don’t need to accept me, I just wanted to tell you—”

They were quickly interrupted as they felt your lips on theirs, their cheeks burning. They even looked like they were going to explode, is this happening? It’s.. it’s really happening.

“I was thinking of confessing my love tomorrow at school... I love you, Mizuki!” you kissed their lips again, they really were so nervous that they couldn’t even form a single word.

“Huh— (Name), go! You’re going to be home late!” they yelled to push you slightly to say goodbye, still red-faced. You just giggled, walking away with a hand to your cheek. You turned around, took a deep breath and opened your mouth.

“Until tomorrow, my love!” you yelled, smiling happily as you watched them turn around to see you.

They looked at you surprised for a few seconds, until they spoke. ”W-We are a couple?” they said in a low voice but audible to you.

You nodded quickly, with your hand you sent them a kiss to run to your house (which was not so far away).

They finally found someone with whom they can show their true feelings, someone who won’t judge them for being themselves. Light tears came to their eyes, as they ran to go home in a short cut.

They finally found love.

#`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ · mizuki x reader. #`` ~ ୨୧ ♡ · nightcore at 25:00! #mizuki akiyama #mizuki akiyama x reader #mizuki x reader #akiyama mizuki #pjsekai #pjsk x reader #project sekai x you #project sekai x reader #I LOVE MIZUKI SO MUCH #THEY’RE LITERAL MY COMFORT CHARACTER AND ONE OF MY BIGGEST KINS #MIZUKI>>>>>>

[sugarfile]

the adventures of 3 dorks in France continue

#kelley: changes in public #allie: haha worms #alex: literally idk either of you #uswnt #alex morgan #kelley o'hara #allie long #OKAY LOOK #i had SO many anons send messages about this moment so i decided to gif it #but hang on someone also sent an ask with a mini fanfic #saying AS FOLLOWS: #imagine if alex was pissed at kel #because she told her to wear the shirt but kelley didnt listen #and now she had to change on the street which possessive alex isnt okay with #so alex being extra goes to sit in the sun while kelley changes #and because alex is stubborn she said nope when she actually is hot over there #ANON THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL #BEAUTIFULLL #kelley: alex aren't you hot over there- #alex: NO JESUS CHRIST PUT ON CLOTHES #she is MAD at the scenario of kelley changing in public BINCH DAS LOVE

[alpacaparkaseok]

Lost in Japan

Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post. Thanks for sending it in! 

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Premise: Taehyung gets lost while shooting Bon Voyage in Japan with the members. Thankfully, he runs into you.

You were fairly certain that your eyes were deceiving you. Standing awkwardly outside of a convenient store, staring down at a map that one of the employees was holding up, stood Kim Taehyung. 

His Japanese was only getting him so far. From what you could hear, it sounded like the real problem was the fact that he wasn’t quite sure where he was supposed to be in the first place. 

You weren’t the only one that was starting to notice who was loitering about downtown Aomori. 

Taehyung kept glancing up, assessing the growing crowds that were beginning to form, all of them waiting anxiously for the light to change to cross the street. The employee seemed to notice his worry, beginning to lose his patience. 

“Take the map,” the employee sputters out. “Just buy it really quickly. It looks like you need to get going soon.”

Taehyung blanches. “Er...I don’t have my wallet on me...” he pats his jeans as though his wallet might magically appear. “Could I come back later...?”

The employee looks a bit uncomfortable, mirroring Taehyung’s expression. “I don’t know...if you’re lost already, who’s to say you’d be able to find your way back?”

You hardly realize how close you’ve gotten, but as you watch Taehyung’s eyes drop to his shoes and red color his cheeks, you take the last few strides up to him. Both men look up at you, apprehension in their eyes.

“How much is the map?” You ask without thinking, already fishing your wallet out of your bag. 

Taehyung stares at you with unabashed embarrassment. “Oh, really don’t worry about it. We’ll figure something out.”

You shrug, already handing over some cash to the shocked employee. “It’s fine. You’re not from around here, are you?”

Blinking at you like you might have suddenly grown another head, Taehyung slowly shakes his head. “...no. I’m not. Do you know...who I am?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you barely manage to contain your grin. “Do you mean have we met?” You shake your head, taking the map the employee extends out to you and folding it meticulously. “No, I don’t think we have. Are you lost?”

Again, Taehyung looks a bit dazed but nods his head nonetheless. “I am, actually.”

Now you allow yourself to smile at him fully, fidgeting a little at how intensely he’s looking at you. “Well, I can call you a cab if you want. Just explain to me where you’re trying to get to.”

“Can I trust you?”

You blink, heart aching a little at the question. “I would say yes, but I’m a little biased. But either way, it looks like you’ve got about...ten seconds to make a decision.”

The traffic lights change, and suddenly a horde of people are making their way across the street and heading straight toward the convenience store. The employee has already retreated indoors, appearing to be boarding up for a storm. Taehyung looks back and forth between you and the other group almost comically before stepping toward you.

“Alright, let’s go.”

~~~~

After some careful maneuvering through the convenience store and out into the back alley, Taehyung chuckles. You give him a quizzical look, marveling as he runs a hand through his curly hair. 

“What’s so funny?”

Taehyung shrugs, giving you a genuine smile. “I feel like James Bond or something!”

“I’m pretty sure James Bond doesn’t get lost so easily,” you tease, heading down the alleyway with the idol in tow. “So where exactly are you trying to get to? Describe it to me.”

Taehyung does just that, and you recognize the location almost immediately. “Really? I know exactly where that is.” Heading toward the street, you wave down a cab. “I’ll just give them the address and they’ll take you straight there-”

“Um, about that...” Taehyung watches with a wary eye as the cab pulls over. “I don’t have any money, remember?”

“Ah...I’ll just pay him right now. Don’t worry about it.”

You lean down to speak to the cab driver but stop as Taehyung’s hand lands on your elbow. Ignoring the blush undoubtedly creeping up your neck, you look back at him.

“I’ll Venmo you,” he says.

“...ok.”

“But...”

“But?” You straighten, frowning. “What?”

Taehyung looks at the cab, chewing on his bottom lip. “Well, don’t you want to get your money’s worth?”

~~~~

And that’s how you ended up here, sitting in the backseat of a cab giving Kim Taehyung a tour of Aomori. 

You whiz past several monuments, wracking your brain for some sort of historical fact you can give the idol. Whatever you do say isn’t all that impressive, but Taehyung goes along with it. 

“You’re an amazing tour guide,” he croons, a teasing smile on his lips. You roll your eyes, pointing out the window to the setting sun.

“And here we have the sunset. This phenomenon happens every evening, and is often subject to many poor-quality photos.”

Taehyung laughs, going along with your joke. “So why do people take pictures if they don’t turn out right?”

You shrug. “I’m not sure. Maybe because they want to remember it? But it never turns out as good as the real thing.” This time you laugh along with Taehyung before something catches your eye.

“Oh!” You all but shout, pointing frantically at an upcoming building. “This is the hidden gem of Aomori. Best restaurant ever.”

Taehyung follows your line of sight, eyes landing on a dingy restaurant. it’s small, one of those that you’ll miss if you blink. He smiles softly, glancing back over at you with a curious expression. Leaning forward in his seat, he taps the cabbie on the shoulder. 

“Pull over please. We’ll be stopping here.”

You try to protest, frowning at him. “But we’re not there yet, and it’s too far to walk-”

“We’ll take another cab,” Taehyung reassures you. “C’mon. Dinner’s waiting.”

~~~~

And that’s how you ended up here, seated across from Kim Taehyung in a restaurant that you’d never realized was so run-down until you were bringing a global star through its doors. 

He doesn’t seem to mind, though. No, Taehyung is grinning as he orders his food, looking over at you every so often. You do your best to not notice, with no success. 

“I’ll have the yakitori as well, please,” you manage to choke out. Hopefully the warmth inside the restaurant is a good enough excuse to cover up the redness in your cheeks. 

Taehyung sips on his drink, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Here, let me Venmo you.”

“Oh,” you start, shrinking back in your seat. “It’s fine, really. This was kind of my idea-”

“No, it wasn’t,” Taehyung clarifies. “And now I’m treating you to dinner. So, Venmo. Now, please.”

Looking at the way his hair falls into his eyes and those eyes appear so solemn yet boyish at the same time, you wonder if anyone has ever been able to say no to him. 

You certainly can’t.

Taehyung begins asking you simple questions, and you fire them right back at him while you wait for your food. 

“Why are you in Japan?” You ask, taking a long sip of your drink. Taehyung sits back in his seat, looking around the restaurant. 

“I’m visiting with friends. On a vacation of sorts.”

“Of sorts?” You arch an eyebrow. Taehyung smiles softly, eyes alight with some sort of inner glow. 

“How do you know your way around so well?” He asks, completely ignoring your latest question. You decide not to push it. 

“I’ve lived here for a while,” you shrug, watching as a waiter appears with your chicken skewers. Your mouth waters at the mere sight of them, and Taehyung chuckles while watching how your expression changes. “Cheers,” you croon, immediately diving in. 

Taehyung follows suit, groaning as the chicken makes his tastebuds dance. “This is amazing.”

You grin, waving the skewer in the air before chomping down. “Told you so.”

You’ve made it through nearly two skewers before you realize that the two of you have been eating in complete silence. Glancing up, you see that Taehyung must be thinking the same thing as he looks over at you with a sheepish smile. 

Covering your mouth, you cackle and relish in the way Taehyung laughs right along with you. He’s read your mind, setting down his skewer and quickly answering a text before returning his attention to you. 

“Are those your friends wondering where you are?” You ask, heart dropping a bit. Taehyung nods. 

“Yeah. I told them that I’ll be back a little later.” He grabs another skewer. “Should we head out?”

You finish off your chicken, trying your best not to look a little crestfallen as you agree. Taehyung smiles warmly, thanking the waiter profusely as the two of you head out. 

This time Taehyung waves down the taxi, repeating the address you told him earlier. “That’s the right place, right?” 

“Yeah, you’ve got it.” You take a step back. “Thanks for the food.”

He looks back at you, the cab drawing nearer. “Thanks...for everything today.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I actually had a lot of fun.”

You grin. “Me too.”

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he chews on his bottom lip for a moment before extending it out to you. “Could I maybe have your number?”

Now you’re unable to stop grinning, and you quickly type your number in, triple checking that it’s correct before handing his phone back to him. “There you go. Now, you should probably get going. Cab’s waiting.” You begin to walk away, not wanting to look like some lost puppy as he leaves. 

Taehyung nods, that dazed look back in his eyes as he hesitates. “Actually...” You whirl around a bit too quickly to be casual, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Could we maybe take a photo together?”

You smile, recalling a bit of your conversation from earlier. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that takes low-quality photos of the sunset.”

Taehyung’s face lights up, a laugh rumbling through his chest. He meanders over to you, smiling down at you. “What? I want to remember this.” His eyes convey the message that his lips fail to speak. I want to remember you.

So you smile for the picture, and ask him to send it to you. As you wave goodbye as the car takes off down the street, you jump a little when your phone pings twice in a row. 

The first is a message, the photo Taehyung just took. 

The second is a Venmo notification sporting a ridiculous amount of money with the caption, Cab $ - let me know when you make it home.

~~~~

It’s only three days later that you find yourself sitting near the back of a large room, fans everywhere chatting or singing along to whatever song is currently playing. You smile down at your phone, Taehyung’s contact coming up as he sends off a text. 

Tae: I’ll call you in a couple of hours, heading into a meeting. 😊

You snort. He has no idea that you’re here, does he?

The past few days have been a dream, living in nearly constant contact with Taehyung while he enjoys his time here in Japan. However, you never quite found the right time to tell him that you actually know who he is. Let alone the fact that you were going to be in attendance at the fan meeting today.

A couple of moments later the boys appear at the front of the room, and the event begins. 

Your heart pounds as you line up to meet the boys, clutching the item in your hands that you brought for Tae. Most of the boys don’t recognize you, which you expected. Only Jimin gives you a double take, but he shrugs it off a moment later. 

He must have seen the photo Taehyung took with you.

Tae hardly looks up from where he’s focused on each fan, making you smile. The sound of your heart pounding fills your ears as you step forward until you’re in front of him. He’s looking at the fan that just left, who’s still speaking to him. 

You slide your photobook across the table to him, and he immediately begins to sign it. 

“Have you been having fun so far?” He asks, still not quite looking up at you. You grin.

“I have,” you say. Then, sliding the same map you bought from the convenience store toward him, you say, “I got you this. You know, just in case you decide to get lost again.”

Taehyung frowns but looks at the map. His mouth falls open before looking up at you, that beautiful smile taking over his features. He has to physically restrain himself from leaping up, but settles for grabbing your hand in his. 

“Hey,” he breathes out.

You smile, and wonder for a moment if you’ve stopped smiling in the past three days since you met Taehyung. “Hey. So, do you like your gift?”

His eyes never leave your face as he grips your hand a bit tighter. “It’s great, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”

“Oh?”

“Not when I have you as my personal guide.”

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[aitarose]

SUNSHINE | MAKO

PAIRING: Mako x Kya’s Daughter!Reader [fem]

PLOT: Mako’s always had a little crush on Y/N. After all, who wouldn’t? But admitting it to himself? Yeah, no. Just the thought of admitting it to her? Even bigger no. He’d never consider confessing..right? based on these requests by anons

WARNINGS: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

A/N: i love mako sm like you guys don’t even know. this man OWNS me fdjafdlsjk. also i got a little carried away with these requests and i took them to the next level so please enjoy :)

MY MASTERLIST

Mako was living his absolute worst nightmare. 

Stuck aboard an airship with his two exes, his brother, his boss, and his boss’ ex with no opening window to jump out of?

The day was definitely not in his favor.

Every hour seemed to be the same.

Radio a call..hear about a new airbender..find the map..use the map..go to the town..get kicked out of the town..return to the beginning.

While Mako did love having a routine—he was bored of this one.

The only thing that made his day even slightly interesting was Y/N.

It wasn’t long ago when he had met the water tribe girl. They’d first spoken during the Glacier Spirits Festival in the Southern Water Tribe.

He had been introduced to her mother, Kya, through Bolin. His younger brother was so starstruck by Avatar Aang’s only daughter, that he couldn’t help but drag along her own daughter with him for the entirety of the festival.

Bolin spent the rest of the night proudly walking alongside the teenage girl, who had to have been at least two to three years older than him.

He went around and showed her off to all of their friends from Republic City, even if they already knew her.

“Don’t make a show of it, but I know the Avatar’s granddaughter. You don’t need to be wowed or anything, it’s no big deal.”

“Bolin, I’m literally her uncle.”

Mako was one of the very last people to meet the infamous Y/N.

It was right after his argument with Korra about the situation between her father and Unalaq. His emotions were all over the place, confusion and annoyance dominated his mood.

But all of his anger dissolved with one look at her smile.

It was at that moment when Mako decided that Y/N had a gift.

She could lift someone’s spirit with a single glance. Her eyes always glowed with positivity and her soul was the purest one he had ever come across.

Y/N could be compared to the rising sun. Just by existing, she radiated more light and goodness than the greatest man on Earth could ever achieve.

It had been a very brief introduction. 

“Mako, my man!” Bolin slapped his palm over the firebender’s shoulder, a cheesy side smile pointed at the teenage girl standing next to him. 

“This is my good friend, Y/N. Y/N meet my big bro!”

Y/N beamed, her teeth sparkling under the moonlight. She held out her hand in a friendly manner and looked straight into Mako’s eyes, unafraid of making eye contact. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mako.” She spoke whilst shaking his hand. “I’ve only known Bolin for an hour and I feel like I already know everything about you.”

Mako groaned in embarrassment. He was always flattered by how much Bolin looked up to him, but sometimes his little brother went a little too far.

“You had an hour? Let me guess..” Mako pointedly looked at Bolin, shaking his head in amusement. “He must’ve told you our entire life story by now.”

When she laughed at his blunt attempt at a joke, Mako’s heart soared right then and there. 

It was like the fire inside of him had been ignited with gasoline. but instead of her water smothering his flames..they made the grow. Made them stronger.

Though Mako hadn’t realized these lurching feelings at the time. He did have a girlfriend after all, and he liked to think he would never intentionally cheat on her.

That didn’t stop him from admiring her from afar.

Platonically of course.

There weren’t many moments after the festival where Mako found himself alone with Y/N. 

He had chosen to follow Korra to open the spirit portals and Y/N went off to tour the air temples with her extended family—and if he was being honest, he hadn’t had much time to think about her between fighting off evil spirits and breaking up with his girlfriend.

It wasn’t until after Team Avatar defeated Unalaq and Vaatu, that Mako’s mind returned to his unresolved and unrealized feelings.

With the spirit portals open, the world was new again.

Thousands of people were traveling, discovering places they never knew existed, and migrating to different nations.

Luckily for Mako, Y/N had been one of those people.

It had taken her about a week to move into her apartment in Republic City.

Her flat was quaint but cosy. It had views overlooking the busy downtown and bustling people, and she had easy access to stores and shops in the neighborhood.

There was nothing wrong with her new home, but it wasn’t like the South. In fact, it was nothing like the South.

Y/N missed her friends and colleagues. She missed the chilly wind that would slice through the air and freeze her cheekbones. She missed the animals and the overall energy that the South had.

But she was open to new beginnings and new friends—and her open mindset was exactly what led her to join her family and Team Avatar on the search for new airbenders.

Which is right where Mako had left off. 

The airship was dreadful, dreary, and just plain boring. 

His main source of entertainment was watching a cloud disappear from his view, and then preceding to find another one for his eyes to chase.

Luckily for him, Y/N was also bored out of her mind. She had no one to talk to on the ship.

Korra? Tempting, but intimidating.

Asami? Sure if Y/N was less hippy and more business mogul.

Bolin? Yeah, she didn’t want to go down that path again. 

Lin? No way.

Her actual family members? Good option—but Tenzin was boring and all Jinora did was read old scrolls.

Y/N was at a loss, and the only person that seemed remotely interesting was the brooding firebender staring out of the window.

When she approached him, Mako was at a loss for words.

He had been thinking about this moment for awhile now, and had a pun filled pick-up line ready to go, but when it came down to crunch time, he stalled. 

“Hey,” Y/N smiled, gesturing to the seat next to Mako on the iron bench. “Mind if I sit?”

Mako’s mouth opened to respond, but no words came out of his mouth. He sat there like a fish out of water, nodding his head silently.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and happily sat next to the nineteen year old. 

With her being so close in proximity, Mako’s brain flashed exe.error messages through his thoughts.

They sat in a comfortable, yet also awkward silence for a long time. 

Every time Mako tried to get a word out, he stumbled. His nerves overcame his speech, preventing him from sounding the least bit cool.

Scratch that. They prevented him from sounding like an actual person and not a toddler that just learned how to speak.

After what felt like generations, Mako was saved by none other than his ex-girlfriends.

“We just landed,” Korra said, waving to the former probender and his companion. A confused look flashed across her face at the sight of them so close yet so uncomfortable.

Asami then poked her head around the corner, coming into view. “Are you guys going to come out or what?”

Y/N was the first to jump up, nodding her head enthusiastically.

She nearly sprinted to the exit—not because she wanted to get away from her encounter with Mako, she was just really excited to meet new people.

Mako heaved a deep sigh when she was completely out the door and out of earshot. It felt like he could finally breathe again without the stress of being in her presence.

“You like her?” Korra crossed her arms over one another, leaning against the wall as Asami stood by her side.

“What?” Mako stuttered, his face flooding with hues of red and pink.

“Why would you say that?”

“No Way!”

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

Korra and Asami loudly laughed at Mako’s rambling, while they had both been hurt by his actions in the past, they had come to forgive him—and they wanted nothing more than for him to find his special someone.

“Okay, then.” Korra shrugged, pulling Asami out of the room with her, “Whatever you say, Mako.”

Mako dropped his face into his hands, pulling at his hair as he mentally beat himself up.

“But if it matters,” he looked up to see Korra still standing at the door. A genuine smile shown on her face. 

“I think you two would be perfect together.”

As Korra finally left him to himself, Mako couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have a friend like her. 

She was everything he didn’t need in a relationship, but everything he could’ve ever wanted in a friendship. 

Eventually, Mako did manage to force himself off of the airship. He helped with the little show the airbenders put on to influence others to join the nomads and even fought a few bad guys while he was at it. 

He was finally having a good day, until the little punk tried to steal his wallet.

“Wait,” he ordered, pulling Kai back by the neck of his shirt. Mako held out his hand expectantly and gave the younger boy a hard look. 

“I think you might have something of mine.”

Kai smiled sheepishly before pulling out the firebender’s stolen goods. 

“It must’ve fallen into my pocket, my bad.”

Mako glared at the new airbender. The stare he was giving Kai was so cold, it could intimidate a pack of polar bear dogs.

“Now listen here,” he bent down to Kai’s level. His tangerine eyes meeting Kai’s green ones. “I know your game. I used to be the master at it, actually—and let me tell you that it gets you absolutely nowhere.”

Mako sighed, he already saw so much of himself in the kid that he didn’t want him to go down the same hard path that he did.

“All I want is the best for you, kid.” He patted Kai on the shoulder before sending him off to join Jinora on the ship. “Don’t mess up this opportunity.”

There were times where Mako enjoyed being the big bad cop or the authoritarian figure, but this was not one of those times. 

He just wanted Kai to have the best life he possibly could.

The life he had always wanted for himself.

Unbeknownst to Mako, his secret crush had witnessed the whole ordeal.

His pure-hearted intentions touched Y/N. Acts of kindness and wellbeing always found their way into her heart, and his act of good caught her attention in a very positive way. 

It caught her attention enough, that she found herself standing right behind him.

“That was really sweet what you said back there.” She told Mako, who jumped in surprise at her soft voice.

“Yeah, I tried. I’ve been where he is before. I know how it ends.”

Mako felt much more comfortable now that Y/N had started the conversation. He wasn’t afraid to give his thoughts knowing that she was the one who wanted to talk to him.

Y/N let out a low breath. Her hair willowed in the breeze, her eyes shining under the sunlight. She looked like a lost spirit.

A beautiful lost spirit, Mako thought. 

“I try, too.” She whispered to him. Mako could barely hear her voice, it was so faint.

“Sometimes being there for everyone else has its downfall.” Y/N’s sparkling eyes turned dim, sadness drowned her usually uplifting features.

“I spend all my energy making sure that everyone I love is happy, but then there’s never anyone looking out for me, you know?”

Mako did know.

He knew exactly how she was feeling. He’d raised Bolin since they were children. 

If anyone knew the pressures of holding onto another person’s burdens, it was Mako.

“I’ve noticed that,” Mako said, stepping closer to the girl. He could see that her eyes were welling with tears, all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and make all the negative energy go away. 

So that’s exactly what he did.

Y/N melted into Mako’s embrace. She felt his body radiate heat, he warmed not only her body, but her heart in an instant.

“I see you, with Tenzin’s kids.” Mako ran his hand down her back, comforting Y/N as best he could. “They look up to you more than they do anyone else. You’re really amazing, Y/N. I’m surprised you don’t hear it more often.”

Right then and there, Y/N realized exactly what she needed in her life—and it was Mako.

If she was being honest with herself, he hadn’t exactly caught her eye before.

She thought he was somewhat bland at the Glacier Spirits Festival and the whole double girlfriend situation definitely didn’t spark her interest in the firebender, but now here she was..

Crying in his arms, confessing her insecurities, and feeling heard.

She had never felt heard before.

“I think you’re really amazing.” Mako blurted out. 

He cringed at his confession, hoping that she didn’t take it the wrong way. If there even was a wrong way to take it.

Mako felt Y/N grow still in his arms. His heart pounded in anticipation for what her next words would be.

To his surprise she pulled away..

Before pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

Mako immediately responded. His mouth moved languidly with hers, connecting in the most perfect way, as if they were meant to be.

His entire body nearly combusted. Her bright spirit combining with his fiery one.

Mako felt like sunshine was running through his veins.

She pulled away, giving him one last chaste kiss.

“I think you’re amazing, too.” 

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stay with me

prompt: requested by anon, who said “a role flip where hailey gets critically injured and jay is the one loosing his mind” and of course i was going to do it because, well, who would say no to worried!jay? so thank you anon for the request, and for your kind words on my fic “attempts”, it truly did brighten my morning, i hope this is what you were after <3

title is from he is we’s ‘kiss it better’ as well as the iconic 7x10 line “stay with me, jay”

Today was the first time in a while Jay woke up in bed on his own. It felt like forever since he had done this, and he and Hailey hadn’t been sure on the whole idea when it had been suggested to them a few weeks ago at Molly’s, it had been his brother that had proposed the idea, saying it might be fun to stick with the traditional “not staying in the same place the week before the wedding” route, so they agreed in an effort to shut him up about the fact.

He missed being able to reach out and wrap his arm around Hailey, to convince her to stay in bed just a little bit longer with lazy kisses up and down her neck before having to jump out from under the sheet quickly and skip having breakfast and coffee at home and instead grab one at the district because they were running late, if they hadn’t been interrupted that was. What could he say, sometimes the lazy kisses turned into something a little more and they would lose track of time. 

But there was no one there to do that to this morning, so Jay begrudgingly rolled out from underneath the thick sheet, not that he had really been underneath it - the sheet was too thick for the current summer heatwave overtaking Chicago right now and he had been awoken in the middle of the night to him sweating buckets so he had kicked it off. 

He checked his phone sat on the nightstand, unplugging the charger from the port and smiling at the message from Hailey already waiting on his home screen sent under ten minutes ago, presumably when she woke up.  

(07:02 - Hailey) Good morning soon-to-be husband. Just 6 more days

Jay quickly types back a response to let her know that he was awake too. 

(07:10 - Jay) The day can’t come by fast enough

He hit send and then padded out of the bedroom, the smile immediately gone when he almost tripped up the pile of somewhat damp clothes placed right outside the bathroom door, in other words two steps out of the room he had just walked out of. 

A mumbled curse escapes his lips as he carries on down the hall, finding his brother in the kitchen making himself a coffee. 

“Seriously? The wet clothes on the floor, you’re still doing that?” Jay asks, gaining the attention of his brother quickly, Will turning sharply at the sound of Jay’s voice coming from behind him, almost making the older one drop the mug held in his hand. 

After a moment to compose himself Will sighs, putting the mug down on the kitchen island and grabbing another empty one, sliding it along the top for Jay. “Sorry, I can’t help it,” he says before furrowing his eyebrows. “And whatever happened to not complaining to your host about the accommodation?” He questions. 

Jay shrugs. “I don’t remember agreeing to that,” he mumbles, not meeting his older brother’s gaze and instead he just takes the outstretched mug from his hand and walks past him to the coffee pot. “And you were the one that said it, I didn’t specifically ask for this, I was quite happy being able to see my fiancée.”  

Will rolls his eyes dramatically. “Shut up, you see her every day at work.”

The younger brother then looks up from pouring the coffee into the mug. “Speaking of work aren’t you supposed to be there right now?”

Will shakes his head. “Not for another two minutes.”

Jay’s phone on the counter beside him, making him lift up his attention from the mug to see what it was. A smile automatically appears on his face when he sees a text from Hailey, with a blurry photo attached. He slides it across, opening his messages and there he can see the photo better, it’s no longer blurry, and he didn’t think it was possible but the grin grew wider.

(07:13 - Hailey) I agree. Miss having someone there to clean up the mess, means I have to do it

The photo sent just underneath the message was one of the dining table, leftovers from breakfast everywhere. Sitting in one of the chairs was the same, it layered over the face of their two-year-old daughter, Macie. The girl had a cheeky grin on her face and oatmeal in the ends of her blonde hair, where clearly it had been accidentally dipped in the bowl. Her pajamas were covered in the food and her hands were slapping a specific spot of the mess on the table. She looked very proud of herself.

His brother’s voice rips Jay back up from his phone. “What you grinning at?” He asks over the mug in his own hands.

Jay turns the phone around so Will could see, a smile appearing on Will’s face at the sight of the picture. Jay slowly shakes his head as his older brother looks up from the phone, Jay taking it back so he could look at it again. “You know I saw her last night, but I already miss her.”

Will smirks, chugging the last of his coffee and then putting the empty mug down on the kitchen island once he catches sight of the time. He says a quick goodbye to his brother before having to rush out the door.

Jay finishes his rest of his coffee in the silence of the kitchen, putting both his and Will’s mug in the dishwasher for the cycle after dinner before heading back through to the bathroom for a quick shower before work, taking a moment to pick up the damp clothes from the floor and put them in the laundry basket because Will wouldn’t do it.

xxx

When Jay arrives into the district he’s greeted pleasantly by Trudy, as pleasantly as you could get from the desk sergeant at least, and then he makes his way up into the Intelligence bullpen, finding everyone already there.

He gives them all a smile as he passes by their desks before shrugging his lightweight jacket off and putting on the back of his chair, sitting down opposite Hailey, offering her the widest smile of them all.

“Nice to see you decided to join us.” Hailey jokes, looking across the two desks to him.

Jay leans back into his chair. “I’m sure it is.” He replies with a subtle wink in her direction, gaining a quick roll of Hailey’s eyes and then she turns around in her chair, trying to hide the smirk upturning the corner of her lips.

The moment is quickly over however when Voight leaves his office and walks over to the board, pulling it into the center of the room and starts briefing the unit on their new case.

An hour later someone was called to chase down a possible witness and Jay and Hailey being the only ones left in the bullpen - the others had also gone out to check out alibis and security footage from the surrounding area - they were sent on their way. On the drive over Jay quickly looks to Hailey, his eyes only on her for a second before back in the road.

“Did Mace go down alright last night? I know how difficult it is for her to sleep without my nightly bedtime story.”

Hailey chuckles, watching him from the corner of her eye. “You give yourself too much credit, she went down just fine without you last night.”

“Ouch.” Jay mumbles, dropping his face down to show a forced hurt expression.

Hailey then tilts her head to one side, fully turning it so she could see his profile. She reaches one hand up and places it atop his on the steering wheel, giving it a gentle squeeze before putting her hand back down in her lap.

Once they arrive at the house Jay stops the truck and they both step out simultaneously. Jay makes his way around the hood of the car and joins Hailey on that side but before they could make their way up to the house the sound of gunfire startled them both, Jay grabbing hold of Hailey’s shoulder and pulling her down into a squatted position just as another shot rings through their ears, the sound of the truck window directly above their heads smashing filling the air just after. Staying as low as they can they make their way around the other side of the truck, putting the vehicle between them and the shooter. Jay takes a shot at the window he could see the muzzle poking out of, scaring the gun away as Hailey radios it in, requesting back-up to their location.

Before the back-up could arrive however the sound of a scream coming from inside makes them jump up and advance toward the house and kick the door in and start their search in the house. In the living room they found a body of a woman on the floor.

Hailey kept watch around them as Jay knelt down, putting his fingers against her neck and leaving them there for a moment before meeting Hailey’s quick glance, shaking his head after he had felt nothing. He stood back up and they carried on their search around the house, clearing rooms as they did. When they made it to the kitchen however they were stopped by the man, said to be the witness they were there to speak to, hiding behind the wall with the gun pointed shakily at them.

Hailey and Jay didn’t lower theirs, they had seen many of these scenes in front of them before. The obvious uneasiness of the man’s hands could lead to one of two things - him dropping the gun quickly or another round would be let off.

Jay spoke in a calm manner, not wanting to scare the man anymore than he clearly was. “Chicago PD, lower your weapon and keep your hands where we can see them.”

The man shakes his head. “I didn’t mean to - I didn’t want to hurt her.”

Jay then nods. “I know,” he says, quickly carrying on but he doesn’t move his gun from up high and neither does Hailey. “But if you lower your gun and cooperate, we can talk to the State’s Attorney and work out a deal for you, but that will only happen if you put the gun down.”

It looks as though he was about to but all of a sudden he lifts it up higher, the tremors in his hand gone and he becomes swiftly confident pointing the gun toward the two detectives. He argues further for another minute before another round echoes through the room, and then another, and then another and then the gun gets thrown to the floor and the man bolts out of the back door.

Jay goes to follow him before catching the drop of someone in the corner of his eye. He looks over his shoulder to see Hailey on the floor, clutching her side and the thought of chasing the offender gets ditched as Jay throws his own gun back into the holster and kneels down beside her.

She’s insisting she’s fine the whole time he’s pulling at the strap of the vest to take it off, that it just knocked the wind out of her and that he should go after the offender.

“If patrol’s here they heard the shots. I’m not leaving you,” Jay shakes his head quickly, finally pulling the vest off of her left shoulder. “It didn’t go through, but it could have hit a rib.” He finds himself mumbling once he bunches her shirt upwards to see the skin underneath, making Hailey force a chuckle.

“Guess we might have to push the wedding back again, I was wondering what it would be this time,” she says, the words coming out gritted but despite that she carries on. “First a pregnancy, next a baby, then a huge profile case and now a bullet. What are we gonna tell people this time?” She asks, the words still an indicator on how much pain she was experiencing.

Jay tried to get her to keep her energy but he liked how she kept talking. If she was talking it meant she was alert, and if she was alert it meant she was okay - for the most part at least. After a beat he reached for his radio, having forgotten to do it before. “5021 George, officer down, I repeat officer down, need an ambo to 1812 South Racine Avenue. Offender is in the wind, blue jeans, dark sneakers, white jacket.”

The confirmation comes through the radio, telling them both there’s an ambulance on route and Jay spends the time keeping Hailey alert. As more time goes on he starts to notice her slowly drifting away, taking longer to answer questions and finish sentences, her eyelids starting to drop, the color drifting quickly away from her skin leaving her pale. The bullet didn’t penetrate through the skin, he didn’t know why this was happening and it wasn’t like he could apply pressure to try and slow the bleed. He kept tapping at her cheek to keep her awake, it working for the most part as they waited for the ambulance to show up. 

“Hey no, you stay awake,” he tells her after he taps her face for the third time to knock her back into reality. “You’re not allowed to, remember? We made a deal, no dying.”

Hailey slowly nods. “I remember.” She responds, the words barely a whisper.

They may or may not have been a little drunk the night they made that deal just a couple months into their engagement the night they picked the first date for their wedding and it may or may not have been the night they conceived their daughter, but the deal was the one thing they can recall in full from that night, the other things were blurs here and there.

Jay gives her a smile at the fact she answered quicker than normal. “Good, good. Do you remember what we said the punishment was if one of us tried to break the deal?”

There’s a quiet mumble from Hailey before she shakes her head. “We made a punishment?”

Jay nods, repositioning himself so he sat up properly, squeezing her shoulder as he went to say what the punishment was before he catches the sharp movement from Hailey, the tight grimace as he touched her shoulder. The smile previously there is wiped away and replaced with concern. “Did you get hit there too?” He asks as he peeks through the neck of her shirt to see if there was bruising or a wound from a bullet.

The words were coming out basically inaudible, just small movements of the mouth as her eyelids dropped lower. “No, it just hurts.”

There wasn’t a bruise or wound so he brought the neck of her shirt back where it was before and then he notices just how pale she had become. She was white as a sheet and by the time he realized how close to unconsciousness she was it was too late, her slipping away before he could attempt to stop it.

He quickly reached for his radio, practically shouting through it. “5021 George, I need an ETA in that ambo.”

The response is immediate. “Ambo is one minute out.”

Jay curses, trying the tips of his fingers against the side of her face again but that doesn’t work.

The next minute was hell, nothing he was doing was working and she just wasn’t waking back up again. Eventually the paramedics came rushing in through the front door and made their way to the back of the house after Jay called them through.

He explained what had happened, how she had passed out a minute before and how she had kept getting more pale despite the fact the bullet didn’t go through the vest. They did their usual quick exam and then got Hailey loaded into the back of the ambo and Jay jumped in close behind, the ambo taking off toward Med as soon as the back doors slammed shut.

On the way over there Hailey kept slipping in and out of consciousness, being out-of-it when the ambo pulled into the bay and they moved her into the ED.

One of the paramedics guiding the gurney toward the room spoke. “Hailey Upton, GCS 8, heart rate 107, BP 75/50. She’s been in and out of consciousness the entire ride over here. Non-penetrating gunshot to the upper left abdomen and was complaining about pain in her left shoulder before she fainted.”

Doctor Marcel ordered the transfer on to the bed and the paramedics took the gurney back out, disappearing out of sight again as Jay stood alert in the doorway to the trauma room, watching as the doctor and nurses poked her with IV’s and prodded at her abdomen. Jay watched as Marcel's face dropped subtly and ordered an ultrasound and that’s when he spoke up.

“What’s going on?” He asks loudly from the doorway, making everyone look up momentarily toward him before the doctor puts his focus back on to Hailey, waving in his direction and Jay’s face scrunches up, wondering what that means before he feels someone’s arms wrap around him and pull him away. He fights it, kicking his legs because he just about couldn’t put the soles of his feet on the floor and waving his arms around, demanding to be out back down.

“Stop, Jay, you can’t stand there, they need all the space they can get.” The person behind him says, Jay quickly recognizing the voice as the one who belonged to his brother. Will puts him back down on to the floor and then stands in front of him, putting his hands out to stop Jay when he punches forward to try and go back to the room.

Jay fights against it again, trying to push past his brother but it doesn’t work. “Will just let me passed, I need to see what’s going on.”

Will shakes his head, stopping the brunette. “What you need is to stay out of the way, you can’t stand there.”

Jay huffs. “I won’t get in the way, I need to see what’s going on.” He says, not only fighting off his brother as he did but the tears filling up in his eyes, making it difficult to see what was going on anyway.

Will’s hands reach for Jay’s shoulders, only to have Jay swat them away quickly. “Protocol says you can’t.”

Jay’s eyes widen, making it easier for Will to see the emotion written clear in them. “What protocol?! She’s my fiancée, my partner, I’m allowed to stand there.” He replies, his voice raising and catching at the back of his throat, causing a subtle break.

Will sighs. “The protocol in emergency situations, nobody in the doorway for easy but quick transportation to an available OR. They need to save as much time as possible.”

The volume in Jay’s voice disappears and it’s all spoken cracked. “What’s going on?” He pleads.

Will gives his younger brother a reassuring nod. “I’ll find out.” He whispers, catching Jay in for a hug when the emotion eventually overwhelms him, kicking his balance off and knocking him off his feet and he slowly falls into Will’s open arms.

They stay like that for a beat before a commotion from behind Will, making them both part away from each other just in time to watch Marcel leave the room and make his way over toward them.

Marcel doesn’t waste a beat, getting the point straight away. “Jay, the FAST scan showed Hailey has a lot of internal bleeding in her abdomen, the force from the bullet caused her spleen to rupture and she’s unstable. It’s my best recommendation to perform a splenectomy and remove the organ in its entirety. Usually we wouldn’t jump to surgery but this is a very severe case. She’s still incoherent so as her next of kin it is your decision. Do I have permission to do the surgery?”

Jay quickly nods. “Yes, do everything you can for her.”

Marcel steps backwards into the room, coming back out moments later with two nurses wheeling the hospital bed toward the elevator. Will isn’t quick enough to react, Jay jumping forward and racing through the ED to the bedside, escaping his brother’s arms by a second.

He walks alongside the bed, grabbing hold of Hailey’s hand and giving her a forced smile when he sees her slightly awake. “You’re gonna be fine, Hailey, I promise you, and we’re gonna be able to get married when you’re out of here and then we’re gonna get to grow old together, just like we said. I’m gonna be with you every step of the way, I’m not gonna leave you,” he whispers to her before being pulled away by Will as the bed boards the elevator. “I love you, Hailey.” He adds, his voice slightly louder and he says it just in time, the steel doors shutting in his face.

Jay takes in a steadying breath and he just stands there, eyes glued to the doors in front of him. Quickly he loses it, spinning around on his heels and clutches on to his brother again, wrapping his arms around him and hiding his head in Will’s shoulder.

Will brings his hand up, patting Jay’s back and tightening the hug. Will doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, just breathes calmly and listens to the quiet cries coming from his baby brother, allowing him to have all the time he needed to let it out, knowing it would be worse off if Jay kept it in.

xxx

Jay’s eyes stung. It had been just under an hour since Hailey had been taken upstairs to surgery and he hadn’t heard a word. The rest of the unit had showed up a few minutes after Hailey had been wheeled off and had taken Jay from Will’s arms, allowing the red-head to go back to work, and Kevin had then become the leaning post for Jay hold on to for another few minutes before he pulled away apologizing and then they were taken upstairs to wait in the appropriate waiting room. Since then everyone had been sat in the chairs silently.

Some of the other people in the room were looking through something on their phone, the odd few skimming through old newspapers and magazines kept on the ankle-high coffee tables and then there was the unit, who were looking around nervously and sunk into the uncomfortable chairs obsessively drinking their third coffee in time time they had been here. Jay was picking at the now non-existent fingernails on one hand and staring down the oddly coloured and stained carpet underneath his feet. Before that he had been rubbing the base of his fourth finger on his left hand, where in just six days there’s set to be a ring there but for the time being it’s still just an empty space waiting to be filled. It was probably going to be a lot more than six days until it did now, but he was used to that feeling, knowing the wedding would more than likely have to move again.

At least the first two times had been positive reasons.

He thought back to the first time, when Hailey had been acting off for a few days, being all distant. She wasn’t herself and when he confronted her about it, when he asked what was wrong she had just shook her head, muttering how she couldn’t do it before handing back over the ring. He remembers moping at the district until Will talked some sense into him and told him to speak to Hailey. He had gone back to the apartment to find her stood by the front door and once they went inside he gave a speech about how he wasn’t going to let a little bit of cold feet stop him unless she really didn’t want to get married.

"Jay, I didn't call off the wedding because of cold feet."

It takes a second before his face screws up with confusion, him sending her a slightly very confused look. "Then why did you?"

She gives him a smile as she shrugs her shoulders lightly. "Because I didn't want to be eight months pregnant when we got married," she replies and she watches the confusion drain from Jay's face at what she said, his face becoming very straight, "I had a hunch a few days ago but it was too early to be able to take a test, and I didn't want to tell you until I was sure because I know how you felt about having kids because of your own dad and I didn't want to freak you out if it was noth-"

She's cut off suddenly by Jay stepping forward and leaning over, locking his lips against hers whilst cupping her face with his hands, tangling the ends of his fingers into the loose strands of hair she had draped over her shoulders. She smiles against his lips, just beginning to move her hands up his arms as he parted them apart a few moments later after the initial kiss, leaning his forehead against hers for a beat before edging his jaw forward again, putting a more gentle kiss to her lips this time but it was over quicker.

A beat passes of just the two of them leaning with their heads still inches apart before she lets out a single breathless laugh. "Nothing." She whispers, finishing off her sentence that had been cut short by his mouth.

He remembers what had happened next, how the rest of the night had been spent in pure bliss. About how the next few months were spent in pure bliss. About how the last few years were just spent in pure bliss.

And now everything could be crumbling apart. It could have already fallen down and he wouldn’t know about it, not just yet anyway.

He felt sick to his stomach and he knew there’s nothing he could do to make that feeling go away, that it wouldn’t leave until he knew about Hailey and her being out of surgery, and yet that could still be hours away.

He doesn’t move his gaze away from the floor as he continued to pick at his bleeding nails, finding comfort in having something to distract himself, even if it wasn’t ideally what he should be doing.

There’s scenarios rushing through his head. What-ifs taking over. He should have stopped it. Maybe if he hadn't missed that window shot outside the house this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe if he hadn't been so calm in the kitchen. What if he had dropped the offender to the floor before he got the sudden confidence spike? He easily would have been able to pounce on the guy and take the gun from his hands so why didn’t he?

Because you might have been shot yourself, dummy. He can hear Hailey’s voice in his head respond to the question he posed himself.

Although the voice was right. With the nerves clear in that guy’s hand there had been so many ways that situation could have gone wrong, ending up in a more fatal shot to one of them than the one Hailey took.

But still, he should have done it. He should have reacted faster. He was trained professionally, for the army, to be quick and have fast decisions, but he still pulled back and didn’t notice the signs early enough. He should have taken the man down there and then, disarm him before he shot, but he didn’t and now look where he was.

He feels a warm hand rest on his back and it makes him jump in his seat, shooting his head up to stare at the person standing beside him. At first the bright light coming from the ceiling blinds him, he had been looking down to the floor longer than first thought before he sees the gentle reassuring smile of Kevin hovering over him.

Kevin hesitantly sits down beside him, keeping his hand pressed against the detective’s back before pulling it away when Jay leans back in the chair to avoid having it crushed in between the two.

Jay props his elbow up on the arm of the chair and bunches his hand into a fist and leans his temple into it. After a beat the detective slowly nods, speaking his first words since Hailey had been taken into the elevator - until now he had been a silent statue sat there. “I should have stopped it.” He whispers and in the corner of his eye he could see everyone in the unit turn to look at him from their own seats, the surprise to hear him talking written on their faces.

Kevin’s face is the only one to drop though. “Jay you didn’t know, there was no way you could have stopped it.”

Jay’s voice is a lot more urgent this time, compared to the silent words he had just spoken before. “Well I should have tried.”

Kevin sends a quick look over his shoulder to the rest of the unit and they all look as lost as he feels. He doesn’t know what else to say to the detective, so he just brings his hand back up and puts it atop Jay’s shoulder.

Jay has to swallow back the lump in the back of his throat and the teary eyes that accompanied it. At this point surely he should be cried out, but the tears just kept on coming and he was quite surprised he still had that much water in his body left.

He leans back further into his fist, resting that half of his body weight on that one elbow propped up on the arm of the chair, and just lets everything play out again in silence.

xxx

He wasn’t sure at which point he fell asleep or how he even managed to, but the next thing he knows his shoulder is being shaken and someone is calling his name into his ear. He bolts up, looking around the room quickly to see what all the commotion was about before seeing doctor Marcel stood in the waiting room, being surrounded by the unit.

Jay jumps up from the seat, his legs a little uneasy at first but he gets to the other side of the waiting room without falling over so he’s calling that a plus.

Once he reaches the rest of the group and basically pushes to the front, Marcel shakes his head, gesturing for Jay to follow him. “She’s awake, wants to see you.”

Jay quickly follows, keeping less than a step behind the doctor at all times on the path across the floor to the surgical recovery. Marcel can barely open the door before Jay is already in there, walking over to the bed.

Hailey smiles when she sees him and there’s a giant wash of relief that comes over him, the weight he didn’t know was there lifted up from his shoulders.

He stops at the edge of the bed and leans down, putting a soft but long kiss to the top of her head, his lips upturned the entire time. After a moment he pulls himself away and stays put as doctor Marcel moves to the foot of the bed, running through the important information.

“You’re gonna be in the hospital the next few days so we can monitor you, and you should be fully recovered in about six weeks.” Marcel says, gaining a breathless chuckle from Jay.

“Guess we’re gonna have to push the wedding back again.” Jay cuts in.

Marcel nods. “Just a little bit.”

Marcel runs through a few more things before whispering how he’ll be back in a few minutes to go through things in more detail, and that he’d let the two of them have a moment alone, before sticking to his word and leaving the room.

Jay sat on the very edge of the bed, slowly grabbing hold of the hand that didn’t have an IV line in, rubbing the pad of his fingers along the back of her hand, giving her a weak smile. “See? I told you you would be fine.”

Hailey’s eyebrows knit together and she briefly looks down to where his hand lay on top of hers. “Did you mean what you said earlier? About growing old together?”

“You remember that?” Jay asks, gaining a nod from Hailey but nothing more. He sits sideways a little further so he could face her better. “Hailey, we’re getting married, of course I meant it. There’s no one else I’d rather grow old with.”

#anon request #i brought macie over from wattpad because why not #and that flashback is one i stole from a previous wattpad fic #upstead #upstead fic #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #chicago med #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #kevin atwater #will halstead #crockett marcel #upton x halstead #halstead x upton #jay x will #halstead brothers #one chiacgo #chicago pd fanfiction #upstead fanfiction

[ellinights]

Lim Sejun: So sensitive, baby. (M)

genre: smut, sub!sejun, dom!reader, overstimulation kink, sexual content, M. 

request by anon. 

cries- anon i am so sorry for the super duper late request but here it is! hope you like it

ngl but i see sejun as a switch and can i just say, he is so endearing when he is a sub?? like, i bet he will be so whiny and cute when he is getting controlled aaaa. (ikr the gif he looks so hot and he is a sub here so forgive me for my terrible gif selections)

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 the sweet faint scent of sex lingering the cold room tingled your sense of smell, with you and him in the room, as the tension of sexual pleasure is starting to build up within yours and his body. 

laying down on the cold silk bedsheets was him, your one and only, the man you loved the most, sejun. the sound of his name passing through your lips was such a endearing sound to hear, causing the thump of your heartbeat to escalate. and, having him beneath your command and control was the most erotic thing you have ever seen. 

everything about him was simply just sexy, his all-well-known sculptured figure like a Greek god, that shows much of his sex appeal, was all bare for you to see. His fair, smooth skin was ravished with hickeys that would take weeks to fade away. but mostly his face, with an outstanding visual, contoured into a pleasured, lewd expression, was the most attractive thing you have came across. 

who have known a little sweet talk to the so-called “cold ice prince” could get him into your trance? 

“b-baby..please..” he airily moaned out a soft plead, as his knuckles turned white at how much strength he is using to hold the bedsheets beneath him. the call from him caused your thoughts about him to vanish in thin air and your attention to be fully averted to him. now your warm lips creped up slowly into a sly, dirty smirk. 

you started the game moments ago, and you know it was about to reach the climax. you are stroking his length as a warm up to see how much a good boy he is, and how obedient he seems to claim. and now, he was a moaning mess, whimpering quietly at how painfully slow you were with him when all what he wanted to do was release and make a mess out of himself. 

“what baby? wanna cum in my hand so soon hm?” you said out a reply, with full of mockery as you started to increase the speed of your strokes against his aching, wet member. 

he choked out another moan, this time slightly louder than before, squirming in his place. a set of whimpers escaped through his red bitten pairs of sweet lips, you simply chuckled. he looked at you dead in the eye, imaging his plead and begs for you to let him milk himself out. you leaned closer to him, acting all sweet to him, and caressed the side of his face. 

“aww baby, look at you so desperate to cum hm?” your wrist snapped, giving all the speed you can so he’ll reach his high. he was about to reply, showing he is a well-mannered puppy to you but the words couldn’t come out, as if it was stuck in his throat. he managed to gasp out air, at the such intensity he was experiencing at the moment. you already knew he was close. 

“cum baby, cum for me then” you said coldly, with a sense of power in your hands, and before you knew, white ivory hot seed starts to shoot out from his member, painting the creases of his prominent abdominal muscles, as the warm liquid glistened nicely under the dim lights of the room, making the muscles on his stomach looking more attractive than ever. he let out the loudest, most beautiful moan you’ll ever hear from him, and it was the best kind of music for your ears now. 

as he was riding his orgasm, he thought you would stop there, but you didn’t. your hand was still wrapped firmly around his still-hard length, stroking him with the same speed as before. his perfectly symmetrical brows knitted closely together, as he had a soft innocent confused look on him. 

oh god you would’ve fucked him senseless with that face of his

“baby..? what are you doing..?” the black haired male asked, breathlessly. you didn’t answer him, but instead, you kept on going, jerking him off again from square one, just like moments ago when you started to warm him up. his body was at its peak of sensitivity, letting out a cry in pleasure. 

‘b-baby..? you wanna-” 

“you looked like you wanted to desperately cum so much in my hand just now didn’t you? now i’ll make you cum as much as i want, just like how the way you like it” you finally spoke out your intention, and his brown pretty orbs widen in shock. the intense stimulation against his length was sending him millions of electrical impulses through his body. this time, he let out what more sounded like a loud cry at the overwhelming pleasure running through his body. 

“w-want me to cum again b-baby?” he asked, voice high, eyes half-lidded as he looks at you. 

desperation, that is all you can see from him. 

“don’t you wanna cum so bad for me baby boy?” 

you know that nickname would have an effect on him, and it did. letting out another series of whimpers for you to hear. 

you pressed the flatten surface of your thumb against the slit of his length, doubling the stimulation for him. an obscene, lewd whiny moan escaped pass through his lips again, all dry and red in display. you decided to lean forward and press a messy smooch against his lip, wetting those dry pair of his. 

“i wanna cum please?.. can i?-.”hearing his own voice getting choked on air was entertaining to you, knowing all the reasons why he was like this. despite having his high minutes ago, he was so sensitive to release for a second time. but he held it in, wanting to be a good boy for you. your lips crafted itself into a smirk again. it was the widest smirk you have ever given him. you thumb pressed with much pressure against his slit, holding his orgasm first, before you let go of your thumb. 

“then cum. be a good boy, sejun. and cum.” and he did, for the second time, shooting his hot seed, messing your hand as you continued to move your curled hand up and down his wet, slicked shaft as fast as you can. his load was more than the previous one, wetting the bedsheets as well as it drips down from his stomach to the bed. 

small soft whines and hoarse moans slipped off from his now wet, swollen lips, lifting his forearm to cover his face as he hide from embarrassment. you could only snicker, releasing your hand covered with his cum from his member, before directing it against his mouth. he caught on your message, and sucked in your long warm digits into his warm cavern, licking every drip of his load off from your fingers, whining shyly as he was tasting himself. 

“you’re so sensitive, baby” you pointed out, and he could only let out a small weak squeak in defeat, too weak and overwhelmed from his previous high.

“i’m not over with you baby.” 

“h-hm?..” the forearm covering sejun’s fucked-out face then pulled itself away, looking into your dark orbs, plastering a confused look on himself again. 

you let out of loud scoff, one of the corners of your lips tugged up again, as you straddled his lap, pressing your core against his wet member, causing another unexpected moan to escape right off from his lips. you already lost count on how many beautiful noises he made in bed at this moment. 

“let’s have real fun now hm?” 

oh the night is gonna be a long one

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HSHSHSHH OH MY GOD WHAT DID I JUST WRITE AAAAAAA I FEEL SO SHY NOW. anon i hope you are okay with this one! thank you for requesting! i apologize if there are any mistakes. requests are still closed, i will open them up when i am done with my requests! see you in the next story! peace out. 

#victon #victon sejun #victon smut #victon imagines #sub!victon #sub!sejun #victon drabbles #victon one shots #dom!reader #im so embarrassed #what am i writing aaaa #kpop #i have sinned enough for today

[missturtleduck]

hi i saw ur requests were open and i would love if u could do a sokka x reader :) where reader is really shy and he likes to tease her and flirt with her to see her all flustered but she denies him actually liking her bc she thinks it’s just his personality to be funny like that. but then there’s the classic oh no there’s only one bed thing? thank you!

Ooooh I loved writing this! Tropes? Love them. Fluff? So fun, so sweet. I hope you enjoy, anon, and have a very happy holiday! <3

Teasing

Sokka x shy!Reader

It was a well-known fact that Sokka was a tease.

Now, he wasn’t a tease in the common sense, more that he took some joy in being a so-called comedian. Y/N seemed to be the person in their gang that got the brunt of his teasing. Every time he came up with some sarcastic quip, she would laugh along with everyone else – though most of the time she was the only one who found him funny – but then there were the other times.

She had been sparring with Zuko, who was surprisingly adept with swords for a bender, when Sokka had come by whistling with faux innocence. As he took a seat on the floor, his eyes were trained on the fight. Feeling his blue-eyed gaze boring into her, she felt her entire body flush. Steadying her breathing, Y/N pushed down the flustered flutter bats inhabiting her stomach. A frustrated cry escaped her lips as she pinned Zuko’s blades to the floor with her own.

“Sokka,” She breathed out, hating how hot she felt. “Sokka, w-what are you doing?”

He grinned. “Just enjoying the view. You know, I always thought red was Zuko’s colour, but you are boasting a lovely shade today.”

Absently, Y/N put a palm to her face, only becoming more flustered as she realised her skin had in fact became darker. As the blood rushed faster through her body, she looked desperately at Zuko for some reprieve.

“Sokka, are you here for any reason other than being a complete clown?” Zuko said, sighing in pure exasperation even as Y/N had him pinned.

The boy ignored him completely. “Has anyone ever told just how adorable you are? Because you really are.”

“Sokka,” Zuko said again, his voice less patient. “Go away before we make you.”

“Alright, alright,” He tutted, hands in the air as if in surrender. “I’ll leave you two to your dance lessons. Call me if you fall; I’ll come and catch you.”

Waiting for him to be out of earshot, Y/N groaned, dropping her sword and freeing Zuko. Her entire face was on fire. Sure, it was a metaphor, a hyperbolic one at that, but if Zuko decided to shove his ignited palm in her face, it would not manage to be as hot as she was feeling now. It might be slightly less sweaty. Ew.

Lowering herself to the ground, she sat, stretching out her aching limbs, pouring water over her roasting head. Y/N, needless to say, was mortified by Sokka’s teasing, but when was she not? She was somewhat shyer than her female friends; Katara had this maternal instinct about her that kicked into overdrive as soon as someone seemed needy. It was honestly scarier than the Avatar State. Toph was just... Toph. The girl was at least four years younger than Y/N and utterly terrifying, approaching people and situations with no fear. Then there was Suki. Suki had a knack of getting people to like her, being the loveable, charismatic leader, she was.

And that left Y/N.

Y/N struggled being heard in many a conversation. Ask her to take a compliment? No. No. Not happening. No thank you. Her shy demeanour was labelled cute by a few different people, though they all seemed to be joking – especially Sokka.

“Do you want me to sort him out for you?”

Y/N looked up, meeting Zuko’s very serious gaze for just a moment before staring at the ground. “No, it’s okay. He’s like that with everyone.”

“What?” Zuko frowned, slumping to the ground too. “What are you on about? He doesn’t flirt with everyone!”

“That wasn’t flirting!” She insisted, feeling that bashful flush creeping in again. 

“He was just teasing, like he does with everyone!”

Zuko’s lips quirked. “He called you adorable.”

“Yesterday, he called Momo adorable.”

“He said you flushed was your colour.”

“And he said that red was yours, sunshine.”

“Oh, Y/N, I’ll catch you if you fall!”

Y/N stammered. “He could have been talking to either of us!”

There was some silence between them. Y/N didn’t usually mind sitting in silence with Zuko, who was just as awkward as her most of the time. However, the wide, toothy grin like a catgator’s was highly disconcerting.

“Zuko, I don’t know what you’re seeing, but he wasn’t flirting,” Y/N said finally, quietly commanding. “He’s just messing around like he usually does.”

The prince sighed, suppressing his mischievous grin. Raising his swords, the pair charged each other again.

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In the midst of a war, there wasn’t much space for fun. With the constant movement between the Western Air Temple and many significant locations to build their defences after the Day of Black Sun, Y/N found she hardly had time for anything other than training and strategizing. Sure, she may be considered meek when compared to her peers, but her mind was sharper than her blade.

After watching Aang master firebending, Sokka masterminding a prison break, and Katara nearly murdering a man – all with Zuko’s help – she had some whiplash. She might even say that she had been somewhat blindsided by them, but she didn’t particularly mind. It was when they moved onto Ember Island, however, that Y/N found there to be an issue. In all the excitement, or terror, of being separated from Haru and the others, and possibly murdering Sparky Sparky Boom Man, the gang ended up hiding out on Ember Island.

Spirits, did Y/N love the sunshine. The sand? Not so much, nor the swimsuits. Nevertheless, she much preferred it to Aang’s beloved ancestral temple.

“Okay,” Zuko said as they all collected together in the house, “So there’s a bit of an issue.”

“Fire Nation?” Katara asked, eyes narrowing.

“Worse,” Zuko said, voice grave. “There are seven of us, and only six beds.”

The teenagers all looked between each other with varying looks of embarrassment and disgust. It was Toph who spoke first.

“Well, I for one do not want to share a room,” She scoffed, stomping her foot – a reminder of her power. “I can already hear all of you when we sleep on the ground. I am not missing out on my chance for a quiet night of sleep.”

“That seems fair,” Zuko hummed as he pulled a hat off of a dresser. “Everyone else, unless they have some reason why not, will put their name in here.”

Sokka whined, pointing his finger at the heir of the Fire Nation. “Fine! But they should get the biggest bedroom.”

Y/N swore Zuko smirked. “Done.”

Sat on the floor watching him write names, the group waited anxiously to see who would be sharing a room at least for that night. Mixing up bits of paper, he seemed to be building up some bravado, akin to a showman about to pull a jackalope out of a hat.

“Sokka.”

The boy cursed under his breath as Zuko continued on with his little show, the piece of paper disintegrating as easily as a leaf floating in a breeze.

“And Y/N!”

She met Zuko’s eye, entire body hot, sending a psychic message along the lines of sprits, no, Zuko, no, please, Zuko, don’t do this.

Despite the fact that Y/N knew Sokka was only joking with his teasing, somewhere along the line she had ended up falling for it – for him. It was sudden and violent, the way a meteor crashed through the atmosphere, roaring, brilliant, and completely obliterating anything in its path. Currently, Y/N was that metaphorical meteorite, burning up and crashing into the earth.

Since Zuko apparently couldn’t read minds, she chanced a glance at Sokka. She expected some sort of joke, a quip, anything. Instead, he was deadly silent, stony in his face, staring too at Zuko. Was he blushing, or was she making it up in her head? This question soon slipped from her brain as she those baby blue eyes were staring straight at her.

Tui and La, Agni, spirits above; he hated her.

“Cool!” She said, though it came out more like a squeak. “I’ll see you tonight, I guess.”

“Y/N, we have the entire day before- “

She cut Suki off. “Yep, busy today! Busy, busy, busy. Plenty of strategic planning to do before the big day!”

And she was gone. Even Aang, renowned creator of the air scooter, had never seen a person move so fast, and Y/N wasn’t even a bender. In her haste, she didn’t catch the sly looks, nor the disapproving one courtesy of Katara. She definitely didn’t catch the shy grin on Sokka’s face, muddled with complete embarrassment. Getting as far away from the house as possible was her current goal, and she achieved it with insane speed – and longevity.

For an entire day, Y/N managed to see none of her friends, excluding Appa and Momo. Her animal friends seemed very concerned and very interested in her noughts and crosses diagrams in the black volcanic sand of Ember Island. It was only when Yue began to rise above the horizon that she thought it would be safe to come out. With what felt like a walk of shame, she trekked back to the beach house, a sleeping Momo cradled in her arms like a baby. Even Appa, who had been occupied with all sorts of made-up games throughout the day, was beginning to sway, eyes drooping, weighed down by sleep. Settling them down in the warm sand, Y/N climbed the wooden stairs.

Being quiet used to get her everywhere unseen; it didn’t work that night. Wordless, her friends’ good night wishes falling on deaf ears, she entered the biggest bedroom, alone. Falling face first onto the bed, she muffled a frustrated scream into one of the too many decadent pillows adorning it. Heaving herself onto her back, Y/N groaned dramatically with the effort it took. This bed was so soft. She tried to think of a more comfy, luxurious bed she had ever been on – and failed. The four-poster frame was casting odd shadows across the dark room. It felt especially lonely.

She felt especially lonely.

Sitting up, a low rumble filled the silence. Her stomach was apparently rather unhappy with the distinct lack of food during the day. Y/N had forgotten about that. She weighed up the options; go out and face embarrassment, or skip dinner for the first time in her life. Fortunately, she needn’t think long.

“So, everyone’s going to bed, and I remembered you hadn’t eaten.”

Sokka.

Of course.

“Oh,” Was all she could manage, mentally kicking herself for her utter lack of articulation. “Th-thanks, Sokka.”

Flicking on the light, the shadows no longer seemed odd, nor did the room feel lonely. There, in the doorway, stood Sokka. He was pretty – something that always took Y/N by surprise even though she saw him every day. Sure, he hadn’t grown into his gangly limbs yet, but he was getting there. His shoulders had gotten broader, his arms larger from training. She couldn’t help but imagine how comfy he’d be to lie against, how warm his hold would be.

“I brought snacks?”

Opening her mouth only to close it again, Y/N felt like a fish thrown mercilessly out of water. Instead, she managed a timid pat on the bed. He was slow to react, slower to move, and she only felt more inadequate. Whatever Zuko thought he saw at the temple was wrong.

“Wow, this bed is soft,” Sokka gasped, bouncing lightly on it like a small child. “It’s like sitting on a cloud!”

Y/N couldn’t stop the giggle that passed her lips as she took a slice of fruit from the platter he had brought in. For the briefest moment, infinitesimally small, Sokka ceased with his childish antics and just looked. Brightening, he seemed to thrive – delight – in her laughter, continuing to goof about with the numerous pillows and posh looking decor.

“Whoa.”

Y/N looked up at him from her laughing, stomach aching with joy. “What?”

“I didn’t know you could get prettier,” He said, brows furrowed, eyes sparkling.

She turned mute in an instant, feeling that all too familiar flush again, only this time it was close – more intense. Silent, she took another piece of fruit, eating it in moments, anything to give her time. “You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?”

He frowned. “What? No. I’m not- “

“It’s okay if you are!” Y/N insisted, her smile plastered on and her heart aching. “I know you joke about with us all, and it’s just how you are. It’s not a bad thing, and I know you’re just joking and- “

“Y/N,” Sokka said, almost incredulous. “I’m not joking. I have never joked about that kind of thing with you.”

She stopped dead. “What?”

It wasn’t a question – well, not to Sokka at least. That one word was her address to the universe. It was astonishment, frustration, incredulity, sheer joy, so many emotions all wrapped into one simple word. The moments that passed between that word and their locked gaze spoke a thousand more words, sang a hundred more emotions.  

“You didn’t know?”

Her head was empty. “Prettier?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Sokka chuckled weakly, moving the platter to the side.

“Prettier,” Y/N repeated slowly, looking up at him, “As in I was already pretty?”

“Erm, yes?”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Tui and La, yes.”

Oh.

“Okay,” She said, testing the waters, “And you like it when I blush?”

“Yeah, you look cute,” He admitted, sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Looking down, bashful, she recalled training with Zuko. “The word you used was adorable.”

No words came in response to that, only a gentle hand on her cheek. Guiding her face up, Sokka looked at her and saw her. Y/N could see him reaching for words that danced in his mind and away from his grasp, so many more pretty, teasing words he could say. But he wasn’t teasing, not really. He certainly wasn’t when he pressed his lips to hers. It was sweet and easy to melt into; she didn’t need to be shy, not with him.

They shared more sweet kisses, laughing under the moonlight in that fancy bed they got to share. Fruit, a bed, kisses; they shared them all, drifting into an easy sleep as the moon began to slip away into daylight. Basking in the prospect of a lazy morning, they made the most of it.

They weren’t even mad when they found out Zuko rigged the entire thing.

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[acciocriativity]

The day I lost you ||NCT

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo x Reader

Summary: You and Jungwoo have been together for a long time, before he was a trainee you were already friends so everything that happened between you was always natural, and so was the end.

Word Count: 929

Warnings: It's really angst

A/N: Here it's your request dear anon. I hope y’all enjoy it and also consider this as my formal application to be part of the fandom.

At times I thought that we were going through a difficult phase, as every couple goes through, and that we could solve it as always, by talking and expressing what we felt. This was always the agreement, we didn't have to shout or raise our voices for the other to hear and try to understand our point of view.

But at other times I was sure that there was much more going on, more than I knew and could control. The conversations went nowhere, I didn't have anything to say, but I always wanted to know if he did. If he had decided to tell me what was wrong, what had changed, but he always answered the same thing.

"If there was something wrong, I would have told you by now, I just have too much on my mind right now", the same words I was hoping for rang directly in my ears, at least I could close my eyes and pretend he was beside me now.

This was just one of several times that I heard this and I wanted to believe it more than anything, but I couldn't because all the signs were clear.

The man who was always sweet and caring to everyone around him, who always came to visit me for even 5 minutes just to hug me a few moments, who was always cheerful and carried a truckload of joy wherever he went, with everyone else he was still the same but not with me.

Not that he simply stopped caring about me, that was small consolation to me but I could see that the love we shared, I was giving alone.

"You know, we seem more like friends than boyfriend and girlfriend lately", that phrase had been running around in my head for days and I don't know if I wanted him to agree or disagree straight up. "We're friends first and foremost, I don't get why that's bad," he remarked nonchalantly and a relief settled, for a few minutes, in my heart.

Most of the time we weren't doing couples stuff because with so little time, NCT's fame increased by the day and plus the company didn't know about it, we couldn't go out but it didn't bother me, it never did. I preferred to enjoy my alone time with him, but even that changed within so little time.

I was used to the calls, for weeks it was all we had especially in the promotion months. We always found a measly 5 minutes to talk about the basics at the start of the day and text after training.

But this routine started to establish itself in the moments when we could be together, in the beginning there was some effort on my part for us to meet, but as time went by, I accepted his decision and his space.

I thought it was really hard for him, since the idol routine was no easier than that of a trainee, especially from dedicated people that the boys always were. All I could do was try to cheer him up even from a distance.

"He seems fine Y/N-ssi but if I notice anything wrong, I'll let you know", Jaehyun's message left me confused and a little disappointed as well.

I started to rethink our last few messages, which were few only because he didn't seem as excited as he normally was and I didn't want to be the inconvenient girlfriend, but if he was perfectly fine, then the problem could only be one.

The same day I asked him to talk to me in person, since he was at the dorm with no agenda scheduled for the day. Even 10 minutes after sending the message, I was still standing in the room with no clue of what to say, the words were choked in my throat and I knew that if it was up to him, nothing would really be solved.

"How do I make you love me again?", his face in stunned shock, lips open ready to say something but nothing came out of it, we continued communicating that way, just looking at each other.

I don't remember how long we stayed like this, many things about this day I chose to delete from my memory, it was better to forget than to face and I don't regret it.

But one thing I could never forget was the scene of him walking out of my door and out of my life for good, because he would rather be just a friend and I could not accept that possibility.

After a few months, I was better but not completely well and maybe I never would be, because I not only lost a boyfriend but also a great friend and I had no way to get either one back and sometimes I ask myself, how is he doing these days? Probably busy, it's strange how life is, one day this person was so important to me but now I don't even know where he is now.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ x READER ⨟ PROMPT + SONGFIC

Aurora comments: I was in a mental breakdown with Coco, since a month ago. I just wanna say thanks to @chibsytelford and @satchie666 for helping me with some tips to bring back my inspo with him. Honestly, I think this is one of my favorites writings, a fucking masterpiece. I have mixed three requests and added one of my favorites spanish songs (I translated it under every part of the lyrics). I just hope you enjoy it as I enjoyed writing it.

Anon #1 asked: may i request 19 and 29 with coco?

Anon #2 asked: 37 and 39, angst, coco cruz

@hoooli13 asked: Hi I love your writing! Could you write 19. “You’re the only good thing I have”. With coco?

Song: ‘Orgullo’, Justin Quiles ft Káren Méndez.

Prompts:

19. “You’re the only good thing I have”.

29. “I don’t deserve you”.

37. “Stop ignoring me, please…”

39.“We need to talk”.

Word Count: 2k (including the lyrics and the translation)

Author comments: The paragraphs in italic mean that it’s a past situation. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Él me dice que le llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero él es igual…

(He tells me to call him, that he doesn't sleep early. If he doesn't text me, I don't text him and if he doesn't call me, I don't call him. But he does the same…)

It’s been almost two weeks since that night when, apparently, you fucked up whatever you and Coco had. Comings and goings of furtive kisses and improvised sex. You were catching feelings, he was catching feelings too. It’s the thirteenth night that you are sitting on the sofa, waiting for a call or a text, waiting even for an email. You know he is on line, you can see him writing you with those three grey points flashing in your screen. But the text never comes. 

“Stop ignoring me, please…”

You would like him to write you, but he doesn’t do, so you either. Pride is stronger than you want to admit. The phone flies off from your hand with an angry move, crashing against the wall and breaking into pieces. And you don’t even care, because he won’t budge.

Estamos envueltos en un juego, donde somos prisioneros del sentimiento que llevamos por dentro. Me siento incontento, y yo sé…

(We're wrapped in a game, where we're prisoners of a feeling we carry inside us. I feel unhappy, and I know…) 

“(Y/N), Templo, now. We need to talk”. Bishop just says, as soon as you cross the main door of the clubhouse.

Everybody is staring at you, confused by the way he has talked to you. So serious, so dry. For a second, just for a second, you look at Coco. Maybe you’re ignoring each other, but he’s worried too. Licking your lower lip, you leave your bag over the empty table, before continuing your steps to the meeting room. Closing the glass colorful door, you find the man sitting on his chair having a smoke of his cigar.

“Sit”.

You obey, as a dog would do when the master talks.

“Why are you late?”

“I just… Last night I had a problem with my phone, and I needed a new one. I’m sorry, Prez, it would never happen again and… I’ll recover this lost hour today. I promise”.

He nods in silence, having a sip from his coffee.

“What’s up with Coco, ah?”

“Orgullo, Bishop. Eso es lo que está sucediendo”. (Pride, Bishop, that’s what’s happening).

“Fix it. I don’t care how. But… this situation is awkward and uncomfortable for every one of us”. He leans over the table, supporting his weight on his forearms. “I love you, and you’re a good mechanic. But he is a Mayan”.

And you know what that means. You can’t help but let some tears run out from your eyes when you're grabbing again your bag. The guys look more worried now, and even if you just want to punch Coco on the face, you lead your steps to the huge warehouse next to the club. Throwing your stuff somewhere on the ground, you attack enraged the punching bag hanging from the metallic ceiling. Your cry gets more angrier when you feel two big arms surrounding your body.

“Com’ere, McGregor”. 

Angel whispers on your ear, putting you away from it to turn you under his grip, hugging you tightly. You’re furious. Really furious. And your cry floods the place making some echo, while the oldest Reyes tries to comfort you. Fucking pride that doesn’t let you talk with him. And when you do, is his who talks for him.

Me esta matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

Maybe you drunk too much that night, starting with beers to end up with a bottle of tequila. You were needing some fresh air, walking in some kind of zigzag to the empty yard. Having a deep breath with eyes closed, you continued your clumsy steps to the farthest picnic table. And you decided to have your own party. Playing some latin music in your phone, and leaving it over the wood, your body began to move alone, under the influence of the rhythm and the alcohol wreaking havoc on your mind. You saw him coming towards you, a little harmed too. He threw the cigar away, holding the hand that you were offering him.

You were having a good time alone, but with him, it only got better. His chest was pressing your back. His arms surrounding your waist, and your hips dancing against him. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, colliding in a delicious way, before starting to kiss your left shoulder. Since the moment you two met, a sexual tension got installed between both, following you whenever you went. And his mouth was feeling so good on your skin, that you wanted to taste it. 

No sé por qué el orgullo nos está matando, si tú eres mía, bebé. Ya sabes desde cuando. Nuestras miradas aquel día estaban chocando, y al besar tus labios el deseo iba aumentando.

(I don't know why the pride is killing us, if you're mine, baby. Our looks were crashing that day, and when I kissed your lips the desire incresed).

Turning under his arms, your faces met, twisting a little your necks. Your bodies kept moving to the sound of the song, your noses almost touching. Eyes closed, drinking each other breathings. You wanted too bad to kiss him. He wanted too fucking bad to kiss you. With a hand on your lower back, he wrapped your throat with the other to push you a little bit closer. Enough to you. Your mouth found the other with a ephemeral caress full of desire. You were playing, and he didn’t like it. Coco pressed his lips on yours, not wasting another second, looking for your tongue with his. And it was like an explosion. Your hands getting tangled in his hair, while you two continued dancing, with a leg between yours and vice versa. 

It was like touching heaven with your fingertips.

“Shit, I don’t deserve you, mami. You’re a fuckin’ blessing”.

Es que tú me tienes a mí en un vaivén, y me matan las ganas de volverte a ver.

(You have me in a swing, the desire to see you again is killing me).

“Who’s that mami, bro’?” Coco asked to Angel, resting his shoulder against the wooden column, having a drag of his cigar.

“New mechanic. Taza’s friend, or something like”.

Che was your father’s best friend, so when you told him what you were studying, he quickly offered you to work at Romeros and Bros. It was a good opportunity to learn a little more. You saw sideways how four men walked towards your car, from where you were grabbing your stuff.

“Welcome to the fam’. I’m Angel. And these are my brothers. Coco, Gilly and Creeper”.

You smiled with pursed lips, not ashamed, but kinda like. Four big guys with tattoos and looks on their faces of being truly assholes? No, thanks.

“I’m (Y/N)”.

Since the first moment, you knew they were betting who would be the one who would end up dating you. But they were wrong.

“Don’ try to fuck with me, guys. I’m more into drivers than into riders”.

Or maybe, you were the one who was wrong. 

Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

It was an innocent dance with Angel, what kick out of you two that fucking pride. When you came back to the clubhouse, holding hands and laughing loud, your favorite song were playing through the speakers. The oldest Reyes, who was your best friend since you met the Mayans, wanted to dance it with you. And you couldn’t say ‘no’. Dancing close with him, as you did many times before. The funniest thing about the night is that you danced with everybody.

Ella me dice que la llame, que no duerme temprano. Si no textea, no texteo y si no llama, no llamo. Pero ella es igual…

(She tells me to call her, that she doesn't sleep early. If she doesn't text me, I don't text her and if she doesn't call me, I don't call her. But she does the same…)

Coco has been the whole day trying to figure out what did Bishop say to you. No one, but you two, knew what happened inside the Templo. Not even Taza. He’s sitting in his terrace with both legs over the table, drinking a beer and his phone in the other one. He wants to call you. And he has been typing your number by heart, the last hour. Once and again, ending up locking the screen. Until he decides that he doesn’t want to play this game anymore. He doesn’t want to lose you. The world is less shit waking up with you.

You need to breathe fresh air, stepping out of your house with no destination. You just want to walk, leave your mind blank by listening some music, with your headphones on. Actually, you don’t give a shit about the work. You don’t want to lose him. The only moments of peace you have had, you have found them between his arms, under his kisses and his caresses. You need him. You love him.

When you want to notice where you are, your feet are leading you to his house, being pushed back to reality because of the roar of a bike coming closer. You turn at it, when the wheels stop dead making a scratchy sound. Then, you see him. And he sees you. Getting off the motorcycle, he leaves the helmet above the seat. You turn off the headphones to keep them inside a pocket, taking some steps closer about to say something. But, what can you say? He’s coming towards you too, as if it was a slow motion scene. 

Me está matando el orgullo, cuando más quiero estar al lado tuyo. De solo verte concluyo que tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti.

(Pride is killing me, when I want to be by your side the most. Just seeing you I know you are for me and I'm for you).

You swallow hardly, barely breathing when Coco is just one step away from you. And maybe you don't need any words. Maybe you've been too stupid to recognize what and how you feel about the other. The mexican raises up a hand to your left cheek, resting it there, knowing that you missed him much more than you thought. His right hand helps the other to hold your face, before crashing his lips on yours. A soft needy moan drowning in your throat, when your fingers get tangled in two fist in his shirt. Your tongues stroking the other so desperate, that you don't care about being out of air.

Your back finds the wall, lifting up your arms to his neck, surrounding it; while his hands go down to your lower back. Fuck the pride.

“You're the only good thing I have, mami”.

“Tú eres para mí y yo soy para ti”.

#mayans mc x reader #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans x reader #johnny coco cruz x reader #johnny coco cruz imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz x reader #coco cruz

[fandom-imagines-stories]

If I Stay

Charlie St. Cloud x Reader

Words: 4004

Requested by anon: I love that you’re willing to write for Charlie St. Cloud. Any chance you could do one where the reader is in a coma from some kind of accident, but she kind of wanders around like Tess did? Maybe Charlie had a huge crush on her in high school and tries everything in his power to get her t wake up when he realizes that the girl he’s been spending time with isn’t actually there but in the coma?

Notes: I actually had a similar idea for this so I’m so glad you requested it! I love Charlie St. Cloud and If I Stay, so I thought they would make an interesting combination. Let me know what you think!

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The wailing siren startled him as the white flash of the ambulance zipped by. Charlie stopped walking, watching the vehicle vanish into the distance. His memories came faster than he could stop them; the sirens getting closer and closer to the car, the crunching sound of glass, the blinding white light. He shook them out of his head. 

It had been over a year since he stopped seeing Sam. He had come to terms with it, knowing that his little brother was finally at peace in that place beyond the light. And Charlie, in turn, had found his own peace with that. 

He continued his walk. 

“H-Hello?” A quiet voice made him pause again. The voice got louder. “Somebody help me!”

Charlie searched frantically for the source until he spotted the woman stumbling towards him, limping heavily. He rushed to her aid, eyes scanning her body for other injuries. She nearly collapsed in his arms when he reached her. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay.” He assured her. Finally getting a good look at her face, he gasped. “Y/N?” 

“C-Charlie?” You blinked rapidly, your head pounding as you tried to talk. “Charlie St. Cloud?” You clung to him, your body shaking with shock. “Oh thank god. I don’t… I don’t know what happened. Something’s wrong. I can’t find my family. We were driving just a second ago and now… you have to help me find them.” 

“Hey, slow down.” He knew that your panicking would only make matters worse. “We’ll find them, okay? I promise we’re going to find them.” His eyes scanned the snowy landscape. Trailing above the trees was a line of black smoke. “Come on.” He took your hand and led you around the bend, bright flashing lights making his heart drop. 

The road was covered in skid marks and debris. It only took a moment to spot the car. The silver minivan was sandwiched in between two trees, laying on its side with the front of the car nearly entirely smashed in. A semi truck with a large dent on the front sat pulled over on the other side of the road. In the middle of it all was the ambulance. 

“Oh my god.” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. Two black bags were being loaded into the ambulance as another arrived. “W-what’s going on? Mom! Dad!” Your screaming broke Charlie’s heart. He grabbed onto you, taking you in his arms and cradling the back of your head with his hand so that you wouldn't have to look. 

“Please no.” Charlie silently begged as two more bodies were brought up on gurneys. Even from this distance, he could tell that one of them was you. 

-

You had grown up together. Charlie was the star of your grade and you were one of his closest friends. You, Green, Charlie, and Sully were inseparable. Until Sam died. After the crash, Charlie vanished into himself. With Green and Sully away at war, you were forced to figure things out on your own. You went to college in Seattle and never heard from your high-school crush again.

Now were you curled up on the windowsill of the hospital, Charlie sitting nervously across from you. Your whole body was shaking. Your leg didn’t hurt as much now and you weren’t as cold as you were before, but you were trembling at what Charlie was implying. 

“You’re the only one who can see me.” You said, pulling your legs up to your chest. A sob escaped your lips. “Am I… am I dead?” He shook his head, taking your hands in his. 

“I don’t think so. They won’t let me in, of course, but I think that you’re just… asleep.” He chose his words carefully so it wouldn’t upset you more. 

“I’m in a coma.” You said blankly. You stood suddenly. “I have to find Teddy.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good-”

“She came in with me, right, which means that she’s still alive. She’s in her somewhere. I have to find her.” You were past the doors before he could stop you. Receiving a strange look from one of the nurses at the desk, he stayed put. 

“So much to put on someone’s shoulders.” A voice said, a woman suddenly having appeared beside him. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“To put on both of you.” She shook her head. “But it’s up to her, Charlie. Stay or go, it’s her choice. And it’s up to you to help her whichever way she goes.” The woman gave him a small smile before heading towards the elevator. 

Charlie stood there, stunned. What just happened? 

“Hey! Wait!” He called out, running towards the elevator just as the doors slid closed. The woman’s message ran through his head over and over again. Stay or go, it’s her choice. And it’s up to you to help her… 

“Charlie!” You came running back into the lobby with a smile. “Teddy’s unconscious, but from what I heard the doctor’s saying, she’s going to be okay. She looks better than I do.” You wrapped your arms around him in relief, feeling the tension in his body. When you looked at him, he was staring at you, tears welling up in his eyes. “What? What is it?” 

“I, um, I think I understand why I’m here now.” He gulped. 

“What do you mean?” 

He was quiet for a long time. How was he supposed to explain this? How do you tell someone that it’s their choice to live or die? Your hands gripped his arms, urging him to continue. Charlie noticed that a couple of the people in the lobby were staring at him, so he grabbed your hand and led you to a supply closet. Checking to make sure no one was watching, he opened the door and pulled you inside. 

“Charlie what’s going on?” You squeaked. 

“You choose.” He said suddenly, watching and waiting for your reaction. 

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you have to decide whether you want to stay,” He took a deep breath, “or go.” 

“What?” Your eyes widened as you tried to process this. “That can’t- how am I supposed to- why me?” You had so many questions that you knew he wouldn’t be able to answer. “Where does that put you?” 

“I’m here to help you, whatever you decide.” He sighed. He wanted to scream. The choice was obvious. You had to stay. He wanted you to stay. But this wasn’t about what he wanted. 

“I could be with my parents again.” You whispered. You wanted more than anything to hide in one of your father’s bear hugs again, or to have your mother kiss your forehead and tell you everything was going to be okay. 

“What about Teddy?” Charlie pointed out. Your 15 year old sister was fighting just like you were. Would she have to choose too? 

“How the hell am I supposed to do this, Charlie?” You cried, covering your face in your hands. You could feel the panic setting in like a slow darkness filling your chest. You started to hyperventilate. 

“Hey,” Charlie pulled your hands away to find your face stained with tears. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” You nodded and laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

-

You laughed as Sully and Green played around with Sam, the younger boy pretending to be tough and annoyed with the two Marine bound graduates. You, however, were looking for one fellow grad in particular. 

“We did it!” Charlie shouted, picking you up from behind and spinning you around. 

“Put me down, St. Cloud!” You shrieked, whirling around so you could pull your best friend into a hug. “I can’t believe we did it.” 

“We all knew you would make it.” Green noted. “Miss I’d-Rather-Study-Than-Party.” 

“Seriously, Y/N, you earned this.” Charlie grinned, sending those butterflies in your stomach fluttering. “Hell, I don’t know if I would be here without all those late night study calls.” 

“Of course you would.” You blushed. 

“Speaking of parties, you’re both coming to the one tonight, right?” Sully asked. You shrugged. “Come on, we leave for bootcamp in a week. You guys have to come.” Charlie cast you a quizzical look. 

“I’ll go if you go.” With those sky blue eyes staring at you, you just couldn’t say no. 

“Alright, I’ll be there.” You conceded. “It’s not like we have any more tests to study for.” Sully pulled you into a victory hug before him and Green ran off to meet with their families. Which left you and Charlie. 

“So…” He blew out a long breath. 

“So.” The awkward silence was actually killing you. If there ever was a time to tell Charlie how you felt, now might be one of your last chances. He spoke before you had the chance. 

“There, um, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” He said nervously. It wasn’t often that you saw Charlie nervous, so you listened intently. “I really… for a long time… God, I don’t really know how to say it.” He rubbed the back of his neck, floundering for words. 

“Charlie!” Sam shouted, motioning for his big brother to leave. 

“One second!” 

“Mom’s already in the car!” Sam crossed the room, pulling on Charlie’s arm. 

“Sam, just give me a minute-”

“It’s okay.” You gave him a small smile. “Why don’t you just tell me tonight?” As much as it was eating at you not knowing, you didn’t want him to get in trouble. Instead, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you later, Charlie.” 

Sam started to pull him away, but Charlie turned to give you one more grin. 

“I’ll see you tonight.” 

-

Charlie was terrified. Things he had pushed away for six years were suffocating him. Six years where he could have reached out to you. And now that you were finally back to him… you could leave him just as quickly. 

You were in the back keeping an eye on Teddy when your grandparents arrived. Charlie remembered them from your birthday parties over the years and they must have recognized him because your grandmother pulled him into a tight hug. 

“Charlie, I didn’t know you would be here.” She said tearfully, putting a hand on his cheek. He knew that look in her eye. It was the look of a mother who had just lost her son. 

“I was walking and I saw the wreck.” He started, taking a deep breath. “When I saw that it was Y/N… I don't know. I had to come here.” 

“We're glad you did, son.” Your grandfather put a hand on his shoulder. He left to check in with the doctors to see if they could go back to see you and Teddy. 

“How long has it been since I saw the two of you together?” Your grandmother wondered. “Five years?” 

“Six.” Charlie sighed, his tone full of regret and guilt. 

“After everything you went through, she never blamed you, sweetie. None of us could.” She gave him a sympathetic smile. “Never stopped talking about you, though.”

“Hmm?” 

“Y/N was always asking about you when she went off to school. She was even thinking about dropping by your house for Christmas…” Her voice trailed off. Christmas would never be the same for those girls again. 

“I’m really sorry for your loss, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Charlie said sadly. She had lost her son and her daughter-in-law and both of her granddaughters were lying in hospital beds. 

“Grandma?” You gasped, coming back into the lobby. You ran over to her, but she made no acknowledgement of your presence. Charlie gave you a sorrowful glance and shook his head just enough that you would notice. 

“We just have to be here for our girls now.” She covered her mouth with her hand to hold back a sob. Your face fell, wanting more than anything to tell her that you were there. You were right there. 

“I think I’m going to go walk around and stretch my legs.” Charlie looked pointedly at you, but long enough for your grandmother to notice. “If you need absolutely anything or if something happens, I won’t be far.” She gave him a pat on the hand as thanks and joined her husband. 

The two of you strolled up and down the stairs in silence for a while before going out onto the roof. Charlie was trying to figure out how to say what he wanted, but just like six years ago, he just couldn’t get the words past his lips. 

“I’m sorry for not being there these last couple years.” He finally sighed, leaning on the wall and looking out over the town. “I shouldn’t have shut you out the way that I did. Even when Green and Sully died…”

“Charlie…” You put your hand on top of his. “As much as I missed you, I never held any of that against you.” You thought for a second, debating if telling him would be a good idea. But hey, what could you lose? “I kinda blamed myself for a really long time.” He jerked his head around to look at you.

“It was a car accident. How could it have been your fault?” 

You shrugged, letting your mind travel back to that night. It didn’t so long ago anymore. 

“I don’t know. For that entire first year, all I could think about was that you only were coming to the party because I went. You said that, remember? If I hadn’t gone, maybe you would have stayed home that night…” You tried not to let your growing emotions get in the way of your words. “It sounds stupid, but I guess when something like that happens, we all find someway to blame ourselves.” 

Charlie let your words sink in. How long had been blaming himself for losing Sam? He was the one sneaking out. He was the one behind the wheel. He was the one that lived. Then he thought what it meant for you. 

“You don’t blame yourself for this, do you?” You didn’t answer. “Y/N, you can’t do that to yourself.” 

“I was picking the music. I’m the reason my dad didn’t see the other car swerve into our lane.” You pushed away from the ledge and started to pace back and forth. “And now mom and dad are- but I can’t leave Teddy- but what the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Y/N slow down.” Charlie grabbed your hand to stop your pacing. “What happened today isn’t your fault, alright? If you get that in your head, it’s going to-”

“What, Charlie? Kill me?” You snapped. “Kinda hard since I’m already dying.” His face fell and you sighed. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t called for.” 

There was a long pause where neither of you really knew what to say, even with so many words running through your heads. So many feelings that you thought were gone. Why now? Why bring the two of you together now when you were lying in a hospital bed fighting to stay alive. Or were you trying to let go? 

“Hey…” Charlie covered your hand with his, holding it against his heart. “You are still here. You’re here and you’re fighting and I… I want you to keep fighting. I want you to stay.” There were so many other things he wanted to tell you. What he was going to tell you that night. Slowly, he tried his best to show what his words couldn’t say, closing the space between you. 

The kiss was slow and hesitant, but soft and sweet, too. It was a kiss you’d both been dreaming of since the first grade. You felt everything clearly, from the beat of his heart under your palm to his hand fall to the small of your back, pulling you closer. 

“I always knew you too would figure it out eventually.” A voice made Charlie pull away suddenly. Standing at the other side of the roof was your sister. She wasn’t wearing a hospital gown anymore. Instead, she was standing in her favorite yellow dress, smiling like she was saying goodbye. 

“Teddy?” Charlie gasped, still holding you in his arms. You whirled around to see what he was looking at, but there was no one there.

“Charlie what are you-” Then it hit you. If he could see Teddy…

You took off in a sprint before Charlie could stop you. Charlie’s heart sank as Teddy spoke. 

“She’s going to give up, Charlie.” She sighed. “You have to get her to stay. She has a choice. She isn’t ready to go yet, she just thinks she is.” 

“And you are?” He cried. Teddy was 15. Last time he saw her, she was just nine years old. She still had so much life to live.  

“I’ll be okay.” She said, resigned. “Go to her. She needs you to make her stay, Charlie. Please save my sister.” Teddy stood there and watched Charlie run after you before walking off into the sky. 

“Y/N!” Charlie called out, desperately trying to catch up with you. “Y/N stop!” While you could hear his footsteps thundering down the stairs behind you, you didn’t listen. All you could think about was reaching your baby sister in time. 

“Teddy!” You rushed to find her room. Standing outside were your grandparents and the doctor. 

“We did everything we could.” The doctor informed them grimly. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Your grandmother broke out in sobs. 

“No!” You screamed. “Teddy!” Unable to look in the now empty hospital room, you kept running. You ran and ran through the halls until your legs gave out. 

She’d barely finished the first semester of her freshman year. You were supposed to go shopping for her winter royalty dress this weekend. It was her first dance that someone had asked her to. She was so excited. 

“I can’t do this!” You screamed at whatever was out there that was listening. “I can’t do this anymore! I’m done!” You slammed your fist against the tiles of the floor, but you couldn’t feel anything anymore. You just watched the bright white light at the end of the hallway get closer and closer until-

“Y/N!” Charlie’s hands grabbed you by the shoulders and he fell to his knees in front of you. 

“Let go of me Charlie.” You sobbed, trying to break away from him- to surrender to the light. 

“I can’t.” He tried to get you to look at him. “Y/N, I won’t let you go. You can’t give up. You can’t go-”

“Wouldn’t you?” You tore yourself away, your words catching with every sob. Charlie winced. “If you had the choice, if you could have gone with Sam, you would have.” 

“I did die in that crash, Y/N.” He said sharply. “But I came back. You have to come back.” 

“I want this to be over, Charlie.” You crumpled up against the wall, laying your head on the floor. “I just want it to be over.” 

Charlie moved so that your head was in his lap and he gently ran his fingers through your hair. Eventually, your crying turned into steady breaths and, overcome with the exhaustion of the day, Charlie allowed himself to sleep.

-

He woke up with empty arms in a dark hallway. His tired mind took a moment to process everything that had happened and as soon as he realized what was going on, he jumped to his feet. 

“Y/N?” He called out, hearing only his echo in return. Your words rang in his head. I just want this to be over. “Shit.” He took off down the hall, checking around every corner and empty room. He ran to the lobby where your grandparents were speaking with the doctor. 

“All we can do is wait.” The doctor put a hand on your grandmother’s shoulder. “You can go talk to her. Maybe some words of encouragement can help her through it.” Charlie knew what he really meant. It’s time to say goodbyes. 

He was frozen in place. He had to do something. He had to change your mind and get you to come back. He couldn’t lose you again. 

“Charlie?” You grandmother said softly. “Why don’t you come back with us? She’d want you to.” He still couldn’t move. She put a hand on his shoulder and snapped him out of it. 

“I’ll be there in a second.” He finally said. He watched the two of them head back into the ICU. It was like his feet weren’t his anymore. He just stood there, head reeling and hands shaking. Why couldn’t he see you anymore? Of course, his head could only draw one conclusion, but it was one that his heart couldn’t accept. You couldn’t give up. 

After giving your grandparents some time alone, he entered your room for the first time. At first, he felt sick. You were hooked up to machines and your leg was in a cast. Most of all, you looked defeated. Somehow, even unconscious, your expression gave away your sorrow. Like you didn’t have anything to live for. 

As if sensing his unease, your grandparents allowed him to speak with you in private. He sat beside you, gently placing a hand on top of yours. 

“You’ve got me pretty freaked out here, Y/N.” He laughed humorously, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He took a deep breath. “I know it hurts. Believe me, I do. When I lost Sam all I wanted to do was give up. But you can’t go, Y/N. Teddy wants you to stay. I-” His words were cut off by a sharp breath, trying to hold back a sob. “I need you to stay.” 

Charlie brought your hand to his chest and held it against his heart like he had on the roof. Maybe if you could feel him there, if you knew that there were people here for you, you would wake up. If you knew how he felt- how he’d felt for years. If you knew what he was going to say that night. 

“I guess now might be the only time to tell you…” He sighed, his grip on your hand tightening desperately. “I should have told you so many times through high school, but I was so scared of ruining our friendship and breaking up the group. But the truth is, Y/N…” Even now, he wasn’t sure if he could say it. What if you couldn’t hear him? What if you were already gone? “Y/N, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the sixth grade and being with you again after all this time… I never stopped loving you.” 

He thought about all those weekends on his boat, your laughter ringing out over the sound of the waves. He thought of the sun making your wet skin glisten and making your bright eyes sparkle. Six years and the images of you were still clear in his mind. All of those times that he wanted to tell you- times he should have told you how he felt. 

“Maybe I’m selfish for wanting you to stay,” He stood, holding your again against his tear stained cheek. “Maybe I’m supposed to let you go like- like Sam.” It was hard to speak now, but he had to try. “But dammit Y/N, I don’t want you to go. I want to give us a chance. Please, Y/N. Please stay.” 

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead and lingered there for a moment. Maybe this was it. Letting go of another person and helping them move on. He pulled back slowly and felt your fingers lace through his. When he looked down, your eyes were open. 

“Charlie?”

-

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Destiel Chronicles

Vol. LXXVIII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

All For You (Part I)

(12x06/12x07/12x08)

Hello my friends! We are running fast with this season, this time I will talk about three episode, so remember I will focus on those details related with Destiel, and maybe brief comments about other topics.

So let's start!

What the mouth says

We met Asa Fox in episode 12x06, and first of all, let me say, he dies, and he's wearing blue color. (Raise your hands at the mention of another Cas mirror!)

Let's jump into a little funny scene...

Dean: [his mouth full of pizza] Jody, you watching some kind of chick flick here?

Jody: Well, Dean. I’m a chick.

Dean: No. No, no. You’re– you’re a badass sheriff chick. You’re not a-a rom com chick. Wait, are you a rom com chick?

Jody: Are you?

Okay, this is the way Dean talks with himself, because deep inside, this man is a sweet, romantic bean. He puts this wall around him, because he has this toxic masculinity saying him being romantic is chick flick thing. But even so, with Cas, he will show this chick flick side, gifting him the mixtape. So yes, Dean is a rom com rick.

This is a Yockey's episode, so we will have a lot of hints about Destiel showing up with mirrors.

I quickly wanna point that, as I said before, Asa is a Cas mirror, he's a legend, handsome, and well known by women. Everyone were carry the dead differently, but Jody, Jody was his lover. So she would feel the lost more deeply. She is now taking the place a mourning girlfriend would take. Then, she's representing future mourning Dean here.

There's a huge difference between what Dean says and what Dean really feels.

He repeated what he had learned from his dad and Bobby and many others hunters he met in this dialogue with Sam:

Dean: He died on the job. No better way to go.

Sam: You really believe that?

Dean: Yeah. What, you don’t? I mean, come on, Sam, it's not like we're in the “live till you're 90, die in your sleep” business. This? [Dean points at Asa’s hunting wall] This only ends one way.

Sam points out at those words his brother is saying, 'You really believe that?' because he's almost sure, after all these years, maybe his brother doesn't think the same the old hunters had said. But Dean comes back and repeats it again. There's a huge difference, as I said, between these old statement and what Dean really wants. We will discover it slowly through the followings seasons.

Focusing again in Asa/Jody as a Destiel mirror, we will be hit by the idea of Jody fantasizing about having a life with Asa, just like Dean with Cas. And the way Asa dies, a demon who wanted to be 'personal' is a huge foreshadow of Lucifer killing Castiel to make it personal for Dean.

Finally, let's talk about family love vs romantic love, because Yockey will play in this episode with Mary coming back after leaving and episode 12x19, when Cas comes back, and the difference in Dean's reaction to it...

Gif set creditb@artemiskitsune

If you pay attention to the dialogue between Dean and Mary, is less dramatic, compared with the reaction he will have with Cas. Is more calm, and less raged. He's mad and he's scolding his mom for leaving and not sending enough messages as he would like.

Sam words are more wise, and will present us what Dean really feels...

Sam: (...) We just got you back, [Sam continues while we see Dean outside drinking from his flask] and he's just scared we're gonna lose you again, (...)

This settles perfectly what Dean feels for his mom, but also, explains Dean's reaction to Castiel coming back, not just in episode 12x19, but mostly after he will come back from the Empty. The trauma and fears in loosing Cas again. Explaining why he decides to jump into the AU without saying a word to Cas, or before he comes back in season 13.

We also had Mary uncovering Asa's dead face, mirroring Dean in the future uncovering Castiel's face when he was dead.

Sacrifice myself for you

Episode 12x07 gave us a cute Destiel moments, mostly Cas being sassy with Dean. The well known lumberjack scene. Which showed us how Cas replies sassy at Dean, even when Sam was on the let's joke about Cas' wardrobe in LA.

Gif set credit @lesbianlenas

We did have worried Husband Dean with eyes on his angel on the stage, when Lucifer was fighting with him too... Hearteyes.

I want to talk too about Roseleen and her devotion, pathologic devotion, towards Vince Vincente. She willingly cut her skin and took off one teeth for him. Like a sacrifice, plus the song that sounds like Ladyheart's hit "Bloody Messiah", knowing Jesus Christ was the Messiah for Christianity, we have here more symbolism for the big sacrifice we will have at the end of this season. Sacrifice for love.

Jealousy and foreshadowing the Empty

Episode 12x08 is purely Lucifer too, but we had a couple of interesting things.

CAS and CROWLEY: Agents. Agents.

DEAN: Okay, this has gotta stop.

Dean is done with this duo, but mostly jealousy is the one talking here.

Before focus myself into the title of this episode, I want to stop a second in the Lucifer/President scene. We have the darkness and Lucifer talking with the president, so we have two presidents in the dark. Just like we will have two Cas (Cas and the Empty) talking in the Void.

Now, Lotus. Is related to purity, and not for nothing we will have fem!AUMICHAEL wearing a lotus ring or allusions to Indi gods (pictures in episode 14x03) on the wall with lotus flowers.

Who's the lotus flower? Who will be conceived in this episode? Yes: Jack.

To Conclude:

In this first part I wanted to show you how the written were giving hints about Castiel's death and the Empty.

How the angel will be willingly to give everything for love, even his life. Like a 'bloody messiah'.

Hope you like this none, see you in the next one!

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Buenos Aires, September 9th 2020 5:27 PM

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[imanativeofswlondondahling]

Hiding in Plain Sight (1)- Tom Holland X Reader

Word Count-1792

A/N: This was inspired by this wonderful post by @starsholland. Without it this would not be happening. This will be a multi part fic, but I don’t know how many chapters or when it will be posted so if you’d like to be tagged let me know:)  Welcome to Tom being undercover on Tumblr. Quick notes- Y/T/B = Your Tumblr Blog, Y/A is your age :)

“You’re not going to make me go undercover on Tumblr are you?” Tom asks as they hook up the mike to his white t-shirt. “I’ve heard dangerous things about that site.”

“No, no. We’re sticking to Reddit, Twitter, Youtube. Maybe some Quora and IMDB.” The redheaded assistant sitting across from him states as she places the GQ laptop across from him. Tom sees Harrison’s shoulders silently moving up and down, laughing at the idea of him having to go undercover on the site that he had been telling horror stories of for weeks leading up to this interview. “If any of these don’t sound good to you, we can skip them.”

“No, those sound fine.” Tom says. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Camera A ready?” She asks the camera man sitting diagonally from where she is. In response she gets a nod. “Tom when you’re ready say something like I’m Tom Holland and I’m going undercover on the internet to answer your questions. It’s actually me. Something like that.”

From across the room Harrison watches as Tom flows through the questions easily, hoping from site to site with better technical luck than he normally has. He can guess that some of the answers will be giffed and blasted around social media within minutes of this interview going live. It would shock him if it didn’t.

“Check it out mate.” On his screen flashes Tom saying I drink tea darling over and over again. “Your fans love it. Which is good, seeing how upset a lot of them are over the Disney/Sony thing.”

“Where is this?”

“Your favorite site.”

“Instagram?”

“Tumblr.” Tom rolls his eyes and falls back into the couch.

“Why are you even on there?”

“Why aren’t you? So many fangirls, so little time.” Tom shoots a dirty look at Harrison. “But in all seriousness, there’s a lot of great reactions and gifs that you can only find on Tumblr. You should check it out.” Tom reaches for Harrison’s computer but he pulls away. “Make your own account. It costs nothing.”

“Ugh, fine.” Pulling his phone out of his pocket, downloads the app and creates an account. Expecting one of the fangirls to have already have taken his common username, he’s surprised to be able to fill out the form with tomholland2013 as his username. Will that seem too much like him? Who knows. It’s not like he’s planning to actually use this site. He just using it to see what Harrison wants him to see. “What do I look up?”

“Just search the hashtag Tom Holland and look under recent for the most recent stuff. Most of it is your undercover interview. Or you can look under the Tom Holland top posts and see what your fans are obsessed with.” Tom is on the main page and sees a suggestion of blogs. A lot of them have his name intertwined in them with his picture as the profile picture. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to follow some blogs while he’s on here? 

The first one he follows is @starsholland who seems to write fanfictions about him but also shares a lot of marvel pictures. By clicking follow it brings up a lot of suggested blogs to follow. He clicks on @tonguetiedholland and sees another fanfiction writer but also a lot of posts between them and other bloggers. “Is this site just fanfiction?”

“No, there’s pictures and edits and stuff too. Why? You only interested in the fanfiction?”

“I only seem to find fanfictions.” Tom replies as he clicks on a blog called @tomhollandsstan, finding a mix of fanfictions, pictures and conversations. However his eyes scroll through one of the fics and find something much more raunchy than he anticipated finding. “Holy hell. What are they writing all of this about?”

“Reading something steamy Tommy?” Harrison teases. Tom feels his face flush with the embarrassment of knowing that there are girls and guys out there picturing stuff like this with him as the main feature. 

“I’m getting off this site. It’s bloody porn.”

“No wait, you’ve just stumbled down the wrong path. Let me send you some blogs to look at.” Harrison pulls up some of the ones that are mostly pictures and reactions. “What’s your tumblr handle? I’ll send them to you?”

“Tomholland2013.”

“Really? It wasn’t taken?”

“Nope.”

“See how long it stays secretive.”

“I don’t plan on using it.” Tom says as he hits follow on some of the other blogs that Harrison sent him, including one that was @Y/T/B. He found himself scrolling through it a little more in depth than he had with any of the other pages he had been on. The posts and your reactions were more what he expected of tumblr. Glee filled, but not thirsty. Hitting follow was a no brainer.

Across the country, your phone lights up as you get a notification from Tumblr. You’re about to swipe it away, since your day is currently going down hill as the recipes you’re in the middle of trying out are turning into pinterest fails. Also you should have checked before you started baking a cake that you had powdered sugar to make frosting, so you’ll have to do another pinterest deep dive for a frosting recipe since you can’t use your tried and true recipe.

However, the name on the notification catches your eye- Tomholland2013 has followed you. Wow someone finally snatched the name. There had been jokes around the fandom for months that someone should snag the name so Tom could have it whenever or if-ever he decided to join tumblr. But it seems someone has decided to be Tom. Whoever it is though seems to enjoy your posts because they’re liking your posts in succession. While your stand mixer whirls, you open to their blog and see there’s nothing there. Not even a banner or an icon photo. They must be a super new blog. You back out of their blog and almost back out of the app when you see a message from this Tom Holland wanna be.

From: Tomholland2013

I really like all your edits of Tom. Can I use one as my profile pic? X

You pause for a second before replying. This person wasn’t the first to ask to use one of your edits as a profile picture. Why does this feel different though? It has to just be because of the name. You click to reply to the ask.

I’m so surprised someone finally took the name. Me and @imanativeofswlondondahling had a bet going on for how long it was going to stay open in case Tom wanted it. Anyway, feel free to use my edits, or if you have a favorite picture of Tom, send it my way and I’ll make an edit for you.

You hit send on the ask before you can change your mind and then you turn back to your cake- which has probably been overwhipped now.

“Do I have a favorite picture of Tom?” Tom mumbles to himself as he reads over your reply. He’d love to see something that was made for him, but that means finding a picture of himself that he wants edited. “Harrison, com’ere mate. Take a selfie with me.”

“What’s this for?” Harrison asks before posing. @Y/T/B wouldn’t know this was just a selfie. You’d probably think he just did a Google deep dive.

“Need a profile picture. For my blog.” Tom teases, before clicking back to his messages on tumblr. There has to be a way to send a direct message instead of an ask like he did before. He had been planning to use an edit you had done of him saying I drink tea darling, but he wasn’t going to toss up having a custom made icon. After fiddling around on the app for a few minutes Tom finally figures out how to send a message and sends the picture he had snapped with Harrison a few minutes earlier. He tacks on a quick message asking her to do whatever she wants with the picture and to take as long as she wants and or needs. After hitting send, he clicks back to your blog's main page, trying to learn more about you.

At the top of your page, simply stated, it reads Y/N, Y/A, Tom Holland Fan. Well that does tell him you’re around his age, so that makes him feel less like a creeper. He wants to know everything he can about you, but all he can find through scrolling is mainly, well him. He can’t explain why, but there’s a sort of pull towards you from what he can find in your messages to other people and responding to anon messages, you seem like someone he’d want to be friends with. You have a great sense of humor and make jokes as often as you can in your messages. 

“Haz, can I turn on notifications for, like a certain blog?” Tom calls across the living room.

“Thought you weren’t going to use it.”

“There’s a couple blogs I like.”

“Sure, let me show you.” Tom passes his phone over and watches as Harrison turns on notifications for your blog. “Oh she’s great. Her reactions when news is posted is great.” A notification pops up on your screen. “Apparently she just posted.”

A cake maker I am not destined to be. Gordon Ramsay will make an idiot sandwich out of me.

A picture of a very sad looking cake appears under her text. “Maybe she should stick to making edits.” Harrison jokes. 

“Mate, that’s rude.”

“But it’s not wrong. Plus it’s not like yours would look much better.”

“Mine would be worse.” Taking his phone back, he clicks on the comment bubble and types out: looks better than anything I would make X His inbox dings a couple moments later. 

How have I never seen this photo of Harrison and Tom? Did it get posted while I was attempting to bake?

I think it’s an old photo. Found it on my phone. X And technically that’s not a lie.

Well I’ll hop on that edit. Any colors you prefer?

Blue or Red would be good I guess. X

I’ll get right on that. What’s with all the x’s?

Oh it’s a European thing. It’s just how we sign off texts and messagesX

If it’s annoying I can try and not do it?X

It’s fine. Just didn’t know why it was there. 

Do you think Tom does it?

Oh most definitely. What kind of Brit would he be if he didn’t?X

Well I’ll go get on the edit, hopefully I’ll have it done in the next day or so

No hurryX

Thanks againX

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The Flower Exchange

Masterlist

Pairing: Seungwoo x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5,373

Notes: Here’s the fixed version!! Yes, this is technically the soulmate au, but I don’t think there needs to be a a set system of how to get your soulmate for people to be soulmates! Also this is an idea my best friend and I came up with one day (the class itself, not the imagine) and I applied to my idea of how I would confess to someone ngL, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Song Recommendation: Flower Shower - HyunA

Requested: Yes (I apologize that this took so long anon!!!)

Last year, when you were signing up for classes, you would’ve never expected to see your crush, Han Seungwoo, in a class like Plant Care 101. 

But there he was, smiling at you as you walked through the door of Room 93. “Hey y/n, right?,” he says kindly, “Nice to see you! How was your summer?”

Needless, to say, you almost bolted backwards out of that classroom. It was your fifth period class, right after lunch, and you hadn’t had any other class with Seungwoo yet. 

You stood there like an idiot for almost a minute, your brain scrambling for any combination of words that you could answer him with. And as your face got to the peak of redness, you barely squeaked out, “It was gooood??? How was yours?”

He giggles slightly before saying, “You’re adorable y/n. My summer was good, but.. um, you’re blocking the doorway.” And of course, you shot forward, the complete opposite way of where your brain was screaming at you to do. 

The few people behind you clambered into the classroom as you awkwardly slid into the seat you had calculated to be the farthest away from what you assumed to be Seungwoo’s seat.

But your mind immediately flashed away from Seungwoo and that embarrassing moment as you watched your two best friends, Dongpyo and Eunjeong walk into the classroom.

The three of you had agreed to take the class together, as you were too afraid to take it by yourself, Eunjeong liked to join you in random things, and Dongpyo couldn’t decide on an elective class anyways.

“Hey y/n!,” Eunjeong says excitedly, “We should walk together from lunch for now on.” You nod at her statement, and wave at Dongpyo as he sits down in the seat in front of you, right next to a somewhat close friend of yours, Eunsang.

“Yeah,” you answer, “Everything’s just a little off cause it’s the first day of a new year, that’s all.” She nods back at you, and she easily slides into the seat next to you.

As soon as she strikes up a conversation with Dongpyo and Eunsang, your eyes stray back to Seungwoo. He’s already deep in conversation with his deskmate, Seungyoun, and you start to zone out, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. 

After what feels like five seconds, the final bell rings, shaking you out of your trance. And when you look back over, Eunjeong’s eyebrows are raised and her eyes are giving you a look that’s saying, ‘You better tell me about this later.’

However, she immediately looks away as your teacher finally speaks up. She’s clearly very young, and her desk is covered in different assortments of potted plants, especially flowers. 

“Hello everyone!,” she calls out, “My name is Ms. Kim, and I shall be your Plants  Care 101 teacher this year. I hope everyone in here is serious about this class because this class requires lots of attention to detail.”

“If you are not serious about this class and just took it to get an easy grade, I would suggest that you get of this class now. My class will not be like that. It will extremely hard for those of you who are not dedicated.”

“Those of you who are ready to learn, this class will not be too difficult,” she finishes, clasping her hands together, “Now let me take roll, and I shall go over everything we will be learning this school year!”

~~

Your first day of school somehow went well. But of course, Plant Care stood out the most to you. Ms. Kim seemed like a great teacher... and of course, that was your only class with Seungwoo.

Why do you even like Seungwoo anyways?

Well, maybe if your parents hadn’t decided to move into the house directly across from his, you wouldn’t have been blinded by his smile when him and his parents came over to introduce themselves.

And maybe if he hadn’t spent so much time at your house during the first half of high school when his parents left on all of their business trips, you wouldn’t have found out that his personality was one of a kind too.

But now, Seungwoo had moved on from you and no longer asked you if you wanted to eat lunch with him and his friends or popped up at your front door randomly, asking if he could stay the night on your couch.

‘But it’s whatever right?,’ you think to yourself as you started to drift to sleep, ‘It’s all in the past... Everyone changes eventually...’

~~

The first semester of this school year passed by quickly, and you were rapidly thrown into the second one after a seemingly long winter break. You and Seungwoo had started interacting more, and he even showed up on your doorstep from time, desperate for your help on how to care for the various plants assigned for him to care of.

It certainly didn’t let your feelings fade.

But Ms. Kim had been hinting for a while, ever since second semester had started that there would be a big and fun project that was going to start right before Valentine’s Day.

And sure enough, the day before February started, Ms. Kim had already placed down papers upon all your desks, titled “The Flower Exchange”.

As soon as the bell had rung, Ms. Kim had started up with her usual greeting, “Hello class! I’m sure you can all see and read what’s coming your way!”

“The flower exchange! A fourteen day long project that will have you confessing your deepest feelings to one of your fellow classmates. This is all in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, of course!”

“Valentine’s Day is mostly about romance, of course, but we can also use this time of year to display our inner gratitude to our closest friends and family. Now, I’m sure all of you are curious to how the pairings will work.”

“Everyone will come up here, and pick the person they want to anonymously send messages to. Everyone can only be picked once, so there will not be two people assigned to one person. Whoever is chosen to pick last, they will unfortunately just have to pick the person who was not chosen.”

Excited whispers rushed around the room as people started planning on who they were going to pick, some people calling “dibs” on the person they wanted the most.

Of course, your mind strayed to Seungwoo immediately. ‘I could use this chance to secretly confess to him,’ you thought excitedly, but as soon as you thought that, Ms. Kim spoke up again.

“And on Valentine’s Day,” she starts, “With your final bouquet arrangement and letter, you will reveal yourself to the person you’ve been sending flowers to.”

‘Guess I’m not picking Seungwoo then,’ you thought hurriedly, ‘I can’t go on and on about my undying love for him and then have to tell him who I am. I’m not ready for that.’

“Alright, I just randomized everyone’s name so, Seungwoo, you’ll be picking first!,” Ms. Kim calls out, and Seungwoo walks up to the front of the class. He hesitates for a few seconds when Ms. Kim presents him with the list of names, before he points at name on the sheet.

He sits down with a soft smile on his face, clearly happy about the choice he just made. His cheeks are also dusted with a light blush, and you can’t help but look away and blush too.

‘If only he had picked me,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I wish Seungwoo would think of me like that.’

You immediately shook yourself from those thoughts as you heard your friend’s name be called. And since she was second, you knew exactly who she would pick. Ever since Eunsang had started participating in your guy’s conversations, she had started developing a crush on him. 

And of course, she looked super giddy as she slid back into her seat, and you sent her a not-so-subtle wink. She blushed darkly, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it, as Ms. Kim called out another name. 

Name after name was called, but yours was never called. Until Ms. Kim said, “Last but not least, y/n.” You slid out of your seat, and sighed to yourself before walking to the front of the classroom. 

As you looked on the role sheet, you silently exhaled a breath of relief, as Dongpyo was the only person left. You felt bad knowing that he would figure it out eventually, but you were also happy that it was someone you knew.

Ms. Kim started up again as soon as you were back in your seat, “So, here’s how this is going to work. Every day in class, you will be given a computer and a packet of different flowers with their meanings next to a picture of the flower.”

“You can use the computer to look up if the flower has different colors and different styles of arrangements that can possibly change the message of your bouquet altogether,” she continues, “And at the end of the class period, you will hand me a piece of paper that has all of the flowers you want in the bouquet on it, how many of each flower or accent plant you would like, and the style of arrangement you would like your flowers to be in.”

“If you would also like to give your person a letter to go along with the bouquet, just turn it in at the end of class, before school, or at lunch. Just a fair warning though, I will be reading them.”

“This is just meant to be a fun project for Valentine’s day but you’re welcome to take it seriously if you so desire to,” she finishes, “Go grab a computer and get started! After all, tomorrow is the first day of February!”

Everyone immediately darted up to grab a computer and Ms. Kim started placing the packets upon everyone’s desk as we did so. And as we all rushed back to our seats, Ms. Kim darted out of the way as we almost trampled her in our excited rush, and giggled to herself as she sat back down herself.

The rest of the period was practically dead silent as everyone focused intently on finishing their first bouquet. And everyone jumped five feet out of their seats when the bell rang. The entire classroom was a mess again as you all rushed to give Ms. Kim your papers and put all of the computers away as well. 

You were just curious as to who was making a bouquet for you.

~~

The next day, your stomach was filled with butterflies all throughout. You were quite nervous for Plant Care, for obvious reasons, and you were so curious as to what this person wanted to say to you.

And of course, when you walked into Room 93, each desk had a bright, colorful, and well-thought out bouquet upon them. Only a few had actual letters next to them, and as you approached your back row seat, you noticed the camellias that highlighted the bouquet, along with the neat, hand-written letter next to it.

You slid into your seat rapidly, too nervous to even wait a second later to read it. But, of course, you had to wait until the bell had rung to start. Ms. Kim’s rules, not yours. 

Once the bell rung, the classroom went into clamor. Everyone was trying to figure out what the bouquet they got meant, but you immediately picked up the letter and glued your eyes to the paper.

Dear y/n,

I’m so glad that I got to pick you... the person I’ve been waiting to confess to since I first met you.

Your eyes immediately widened and you were gaping like you never had before. ‘Someone likes me?,’ you thought rushedly, ‘Who? How? Why? When? Where?’

I still remember the wide-eyed look you gave me when you first saw me, and the dazzling smile and blush that adorned your face right after. This bouquet is meant to be representative of that. 

‘Whoever this is put a lot of thought into this,’ you immediately thought, ‘Like who in their right mind would go out of their way to put this much thought into something like this... for me?’

First off, there are two white camellias in the bouquet. White camellias specifically mean “you’re adorable” which is exactly what I thought when I saw that dazzling smile of yours. Secondly, there is a pair of pink camellias. Pink camellias mean “longing for you”, which I’m sure speaks for itself. Finally, without counting the accent flower, there is one red camellia. Red camellias mean “you’re a flame in my heart” which describes exactly what you do to me.

Your face was so red at this point, you swear you were going to explode. “Y/n, are you okay?,” Eunjeong asks, “Your face has been getting redder and redder the more you read that letter you’ve got there.”

“Yeah, I’m g-good!,” you answer nervously, fanning your face with your hands as your friends giggle at you. They go back to examining their bouquets, and you immediately go back to reading the letter.

And of course, the accent flower I chose is the lovely chamomile flower. They’re quite beautiful, I think, and they add a great touch to this bouquet. Chamomile flowers mean “patience”, so I think altogether this bouquet means “I find you adorable, and although my heart longs for you, I shall be patient and wait for you to reciprocate my feelings.”

I’m quite nervous writing this, as I’ll never be quite sure of what exactly you think of all this. But I’m also happy because I get the chance to display my truest feelings to you, in a way I never thought I would.

I really do like you, y/n. I hope you like every bouquet that is to come.

                                                                                                        Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

Your eyes frantically darted up and down the page again, not truly believing what the letter was actually saying. But the letters never changed.

And now, with your heart beating wildly out of control, you knew you were developing feelings for this mysterious confessor already.

But didn’t you like Seungwoo?

~~

By the time the next school day had arrived, your mind was a train wreck. Your feelings were bouncing every which way, and it didn’t help that Seungwoo came over last night, asking to borrow a couple of your nice art markers. 

His smile illuminated by the pale moonlight is something that could easily destroy anyone’s heart, you swear. 

But of course, 5th period rolled around again, and you were once again greeted with tabletops full of flowers as you walked into Room 93. And once again, a letter sat next to the bright yellow bouquet of daffodils that had been put on your desk.

And as the bell rung, you immediately grabbed the letter and started reading it slowly, still believing what you read yesterday was a lie.

Dear y/n,

I hope you enjoyed yesterday’s bouquet! Today’s arrangement is a little bit more simple, but it’s still just as meaningful to me. As you can see, it is just a simple bunch of daffodils, but there is a hidden meaning within that. Presenting someone with a single daffodil means “misfortune” but giving someone and entire bunch means “joy or happiness”. Even besides that, daffodils can mean “new beginnings”, “unrequited love”, or even “eternal love”. The message of this bouquet is “even if you never return my feelings, I hope you will always stay happy”. 

I can already tell that it’s going to become really hard to choose flowers at some point, because there are so many things I want to tell you, y/n. Have a good rest of your day!

                                                                                                         Sincerely,

                                                                                             Your Flower Prince

Your face stayed red from the moment you finished reading the letter all the way until Seungwoo appeared at your window once again, this time to return the markers he took from you last night.

“Thanks,” you scoffed out, not sure what had come over you. Seungwoo immediately tilted his head at you and said, “Is something wrong y/n? You’re clearly bothered by something.”

“I-,” you start, not sure if you should tell him. He is part of your inner dilemma after all, “You see, well, there’s this guy I like and have liked for a while... but whoever had been sending me the bouquets and letters in Plant Care is really starting to grow on me, ya know?”

Seungwoo nods at all of this, a strange expression plastered on his face. “But see, the thing is,” you say, piping right up, “They could be the same person... and I won’t know until Valentine’s Day and it’s already killing me!”

You sigh, and Seungwoo subtly leans closer to your face. “Well, just go with what your heart ends up telling you y/n. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

As you look back up at him to say thanks, he leans down quickly and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before jumping up from his position at your window and darting back over to his house.

Every muscle and bone inside of you is completely frozen as you watch Seungwoo’s light turn on again. And as you crookedly slide yourself into bed that night, you can’t help but think...

“What if Seungwoo’s the one sending the flowers?”

~~

Once again, the next day, there was a neatly arranged bouquet on your desk. Not like that was going to change. And next to it, again, was a hand-written letter.

Dear y/n,

The day where I get to reveal myself seems so far away, but yet, so closer at the same time. Anyways, today we have forget-me-nots, irises, and maidenhair ferns making up your bouquet! Forget-me-nots mean “true love memories”, which to me, is any time I get to see or spend time in your presence. Irises mean “a message”, which of course, this project is all about. Finally, maidenhair ferns represent “secret bonds of love”, which I believe is what we’re doing right now. I’m sharing my truest, and most secret declarations of love to you, which has strengthen this secret bond we have going on. Which means this bouquet means “I love creating sacred memories with you and I want to bond over them as we spend more time together”.

I hope you’re at least enjoying the thought put into these bouquets, as I know you’re doing the same for whoever you’re writing to.

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

~~

Soon enough, the number of handwritten letters that sat in the drawer in which you kept things that meant a lot to you was up to thirteen. You somehow brought yourself to read each and every one of them before you went to bed at night, and it filled your dreams with happiness.

Which is what you were currently doing now, you had just started on the fourth...

Dear y/n,

Today’s bouquet is a little more sporadic, but it still gets my message across all the same. First up, we have Jonquils, which are a part of the daffodil family, but are often mistaken for daffodils themselves. Anyways, they mean “love me” or “a desire for returned affection”. Secondly, we have purple lilacs, which mean “first love”. Finally, there are blue salvias, which mean “I think of you”. And if you tie it all together, this bouquet means “I think of you as my first true love, and I do truly wish you returned my affections.

Also, if you haven’t noticed, I’m going to try and keep these more brief, since you already know the gist of these letters already. I hope you’re enjoying the messages though!

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Not too much longer until I reveal myself. I’m seriously worried that you’ll be disappointed, but I know you’re too kind to do anything harsh to me. First in today’s bouquet, we have stock. This flower means “bonds of affection” or “you’ll always be beautiful to me”. Second, there’s some viscaria flowers sprinkled in there, which mean “will you dance with me?”. And finally, there’s a single red carnation which represents my “love” for you. All in all, this bouquet means “I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world, do you mind sparing a dance with me?”.

A little crazy and jumbled of a message, I know haha

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Time just seems to be ticking by. I know I just said not too longer, but it feels like time is running at it's slowest ever. Today we start off with the lovely purple violets, which symbolize that my thought were occupied with love while making this arrangement. Next is a beautiful lavender rose, which means “love at first sight”. And finally, for the accent, I added acacia blossoms which represent “concealed love”. Altogether, this bouquet means, “I fell in love with you at first sight, but I have hidden it away from you for so long”.

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Let’s just get right into it, you know the drill by now. Firstly, we have just the right amount of aster flowers, which mean “elegance” or “love of a variety”. Secondly, there are some beautiful crocus flowers, which are at their best this time of year, they mean “cheerfulness”. Thirdly, we have some dill stalks which mean “protection against evil”. Finally, there are some gladiolus’s which represent “faithfulness”. This bouquet means “I will be faithful to you, beautiful you, in everything we do and I will protect you from all evil to keep your cheerful demeanor alive”.

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

I wonder if you have a list of people in mind who you think could possibly be the one sending you these letters. Maybe I’m one of the people you’re keeping in mind... anyways, today we start with the gloxinia flower. They mean “love at first sight”. Next, there is a bunch of lavender heather flowers which represent “admiration”. And finally there are honeysuckle flowers which mean “bonds of love”. Altogether, this bouquet means “I fell in love with you at first sight and I admire you through the bond we’ve created. 

I know some of these flowers mean the same thing, but I’m trying my best to come up with an original meaning for each and every one.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

I sometimes also wonder if you keep my letters or just simply throw them away... I’m sure I will figure out all of the answers to my questions when I finally receive your response bouquet. Up first today are the white jasmine flowers in your bouquet, which mean “sweet love”. Secondly, there are more purple lilacs, which as you already know mean “first love”. And finally, there are some gorgeous morning glory flowers, which represent “affection”. All in all, this arrangement means “you are my sweet, first love, and I wish for your affection”. 

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Only four more days until I finally am forced to reveal myself. I hope you’re at least curious to who has been sending you these. First off, we have a pair of narcissus flowers, which can also be easily mistaken for daffodils, but they mean “stay as sweet as you are”. Next, there are a few red poppies in the bouquet, which represent “pleasure”. Lastly, the arrangement is accented with a few vines of smilax, which symbolize “loveliness”. When put together, the message of this bouquet is “Stay as lovely and sweet as you are, for it is always a pleasure to be with you”.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Three more days! I am also quite curious to who you’ve been sending bouquets, too, and what kind of message you’ve been secretly conveying to them. Anyways, we start off with the quite bold sunflowers, which represent “adoration” or “dedicated love”. Second, there are quite a lot of sweet pea flowers that add quite a pop of color to the arrangement, wouldn’t you say? They mean “bliss”. Finally, the bouquet is dotted with plenty of yarrow flowers, which symbolize “everlasting love”. This arrangement means “my love is dedicated and everlasting only for you”.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

I’m getting quite nervous, as we both know there are only two more days in which I can hide myself behind the veil of the unknown. But firstly, we have yellow tulips decorating the bouquet, which mean “sunshine in your smile”. Next, there are many different colors of wallflowers, which represent “faithfulness in adversity”. And lastly, there are a couple leaf roses to complete the arrangement, symbolizing “hope”. So, this bouquet means “I see sunshine and hope when you smile, and in those moments, I know that nothing will go wrong”.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Today is the last day where I am still completely hidden behind the mask of “your flower prince”. I am eager, yet fearful of your inevitable response. Anyways, we first start off with a rose of sharon, which definitely could confuse someone, as they look eerily similar to hibiscus flowers, but they mean “consumed by love”. Secondly, there are some amaryllis within the bouquet, which represent “splendid beauty” or “worth beyond beauty”. Finally, the arrangement is accented with the little apple blossoms which symbolize “preference”. Altogether, this bouquet means “I prefer your beauty to anyone else’s, and my heart is consumed by my love for you”.

I hope you won’t be disappointed by who I am.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

You threw yourself on your bed, landing face first in your pillow, before letting out a scream. This person... was really making you feel things for them. They clearly had spent so much time on making what was supposed to be a simple project, special and specific to their admirations for you.

And now more than ever, your mind had completely strayed from Seungwoo, only thinking of this mysterious entity now.

‘Well tomorrow I’ll get my answers, won’t I?,’ you thought to yourself as you turned back over on your bed, ‘But then again... what if it is actually Seungwoo?’

~~

Instead of time moving slow like you wanted it to today, each one of your class flew by rapidly, and soon enough, of course, you were trudging into Room 93. You swear, every where you looked today, there were couples. Holding hands, hugging, you name it.

You couldn’t even lie to yourself. You were jealous of all of them. Even though you were going to find out the identity of “your flower prince”, you were still worried that it wouldn’t work out how you wanted it too.

But as you walked into the classroom, you couldn’t help but notice that most of the bouquets on everyone’s desk were quite simple, all adorned with delicate, handwritten letters next to them.

Except... the bouquet on your desk was quite large, and an abundant array of colors was sprouting from the neat wrapping on it. And next to it lay another letter, except this one was considerably longer than the rest, and it was carefully printed in cursive. 

You nervously slid into your seat, and examined each and every flower with the time you had before the bell rang. Every single one of the flowers at least looked familiar, and you felt as though you couldn’t wait another second to uncover the message of this arrangement.

But just as the bell rang, you slid your hand to the letter and started to pick it up, but Ms. Kim called out, “I know all of you are excited to figure out who your person is, but let me announce something first.”

Everyone’s eyes immediately darted up from their letters, and Ms. Kim continued, “Due to a change in the district’s scheduling, you’ll have to respond to your person on your own time. We can’t spare another day, but I’ll still give you the rest of the period to figure out how you want to do that.”

“Good luck everyone, I hope you’ve all enjoyed this project! Since everyone was on top of it, and everyone gave me an arrangement list every day, everyone gets an A!,” Ms. Kim finishes, giving all of us a friendly smile before sitting back down at her desk.

Your eyes fly right back onto the letter, and you start right from the top, already seeing the familiar beginning of their letters...

Dear y/n,

Today is the day! I present you with the final bouquet. I really poured my heart into this project, as I knew I finally had an opportunity to truly confess to you. It was easy to see the flowers and meanings I could use to convey my truest, and deepest feelings for you, and plus I got to hide who I truly am for a whole two weeks. You mean a lot to me y/n, and I’ve been captivated by you since the day you moved across from me. 

Your mind immediately started going insane. There was no other possibility to who this could be now.

And by that statement, I’m sure you’ve already figured out exactly who I am. But before we get into that, I’ll explain today’s bouquet. I know most of my messages have been somewhat complicated, but for the final one, I decided to go a little bit simpler. Simply put, this arrangement contains one of each of the flowers I have previously sent to you during this project. And altogether, this bouquet means...

“I like you.”

Creative, I know, but I have to get the real confession out of the way. But as you’re reading this letter, I’m sure I’m anxiously sitting at the front of the class, wondering what exactly you will say back to me.

Out of habit, you look up at him. He doesn’t appear to be nervous at all, and is striking up a friendly conversation with Wooseok. You instantly turn your eyes back down to the paper.

Well, at least internally. And at this point, I can’t predict anything anymore. I know you told me the other night that the person you liked could be the same person who was sending you the bouquets in class. And well, I couldn’t help but hope and imagine that the person you were thinking of was me. Anyways... I’m sure you’re just waiting for me to actually write my name out on the paper, so you can confirm your suspicions.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Han Seungwoo

~~

That night as you sat in your bed, you knew Seungwoo was nervously anticipating your response. And you couldn’t help but think of all the times Seungwoo has come hopping over to your window, asking for a small favor. 

And now, you were silently sliding out of your front door, a handwritten letter and a piece of tape in hand. You got across the street easily, sliding right up to Seungwoo’s bedroom window.

You stuck the piece of tape to the top of the paper and nervously exhaled before loudly slamming the letter onto his window. You then launched into a sprint and quietly got back inside of your house, peering out of your window just as Seungwoo reached out and grabbed the letter.

Your letter read...

Dear Seungwoo,

This really isn’t how I thought you’d go about confessing to me, you dork. But... to be honest, I fell for you the first time I saw you when your family came over to say hello. Your smile is wayyy more dazzling than mine, I hope you know that. And now that I know you were the one sending me the letters... my heart is going absolutely crazy for you. I’m not very good at this whole writing letters thing... so I’ll just state exactly what I think you want to hear.

I like you too.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                                             y/n

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[groovyzombiellama]

You Are My World

Title: You Are My World

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You are a plus size girl and you are dating Dacre Montgomery, and when you start feeling insecure, he assures you that you’re the one he loves more than anything.

Word count: 1022

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You were always conscious of your looks and you have never tried to impose your feelings on anyone, nor make them feel bad for you. You never wanted that, but however, that only prompted you to close your heart even more and build a wall around yourself. Nobody could break it, and nobody really tried, that was until you started working behind the scenes as the set directors assistant on Stranger Things. There you met Dacre Montgomery, the man who was soon going to break down all your walls and make you realize how beautiful you really are. When you met him, it didn't really take long for you to fall for his dashing smile, and his gorgeous eyes. But following your introvert mentality, you would start thinking that there was no possible chance of Dacre ever noticing you. You figured that even if you were working closer to him, the highest he'd think of you is a friend bar, and nothing more than that. So you tried to put your feelings to the side, and focus on your work. You and a few other employees were getting a scene ready, following the directors orders when Dacre first noticed you.

Up until now, you were always hidden in some remote corner of the set, eyeing everything to make sure it was in the right place and nothing was missing or wrong. And of course you were eyeing Dacre a bit. But that day was the first time he had the opportunity to spend quite some time looking at you. The determination in your eyes and the ocasional smile you'd send your co-worker's way, it had him staring at you in complete admiration. And he couldn't help but smile at the dark red blush that overpowered your cheeks when you finally noticed him. There was something about you, something he couldn't really put into words, but he knew that he would be missing out big time if he didn't meet you. And when he finally approached you during a lunch break on set, while you sat on one of the crates containing items for the next scene, slowly munching on a protein bar, a bit embarrassed to be chowing down on something more significant, regardless of how much your stomach growled, the first thing you heard him do was click his tongue. You furrowed your brows at first, turning towards him, when you realised he was gesturing to your protein bar.

"There's no reason for you to still be hungry after lunch and have to work again after that, if not more than before. Don't look at the other people around you, in the end its gonna be you who will be doing the heavy lifting to make sure your job is done properly. Stop doing yourself harm and eat."

He finished handing you one of the sandwiches he picked up from the catering table, taking another bite of his own. After that first meeting, the two of you started hanging out more and more, and Dacre finally realize it was that big, amazing heart of yours that was filled with love that drew him to you. You felt really good in his company, not having to worry about judgement or him looking down in you, and every single day you spent together, the two of you grew closer and closer, and you didn't even think before accepting when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You didn't have to think about it. The guy you were in love with just told you he loved you back, there was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to be with him.

At first, the two of you dated in secret, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention towards yourselves. You just wanted to enjoy your relationship. And unbeknownst to you, it was also Dacre's attempt to make sure you didn't start being down on yourself again and ask him all the questions he knows all too well that you'd ask. Some of Dacre's fans speculated that the two of you were together, but nobody really had any concrete evidence to support their claims. And then a group of fans spotted you as you were sitting in a restaurant, across from each other, smiling and laughing as you chatted, with a bright glimmer in your eyes. People would probably even think it was just a friendly dinner between two friends, following your cameo in the show, but as soon as Dacre placed one of his hands on top of yours, taking it, to place a delicate kiss on your knuckles, the cat was out of the bag as the group of fans started snapping photos.

The moment that removed all doubt about the relationship was when you were getting up from the table, after paying, and Dacre placed one lock of your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek, before leaning in to give you a peck on the lips. That's when people started looking for all your social media, and the moment to be overwhelmed has arrived. Upon arriving back to your home, convincing Dacre to go his way and you would take a cab, you were bombarded with messages from his fans, some good and some not so much. As you started reading through them, all your old insecurities came rushing to the surface, and your heart started beating fast, as tears blurred your vision. Was your appearance such a deciding factor on weather you should date Dacre for so many people. The response to your relationship were actually positive in majority, but this negative comments stood out to you so much, that you barely even saw people who were happy for you. Walking over to your mirror, you scrolled through the comments as you checked yourself out. That little voice in your head was back. It was once again telling you that you were worth nothing, that Dacre doesn't really love you, and is with you out of pity instead, that nobody can ever love you, because you don't deserve it.

Suddenly, a knock on your door took you out of the trance you were in. Who would be knocking at this hour?

"Come on, Y/N, let me in, please. Don't listen to the haters, just talk to me."

You started to walk towards the door and with a shaky hand pondered weather to open the door to your loving boyfriend or not. He wasn't giving up, so you decided to take a deep breath and open. As soon as you did, Dacre engulfed you in his arms, not even bothering to close the door behind him at first. But after you spent several minuted sobbing into his shirt, he cupped your face, after slamming the door closed with his foot, and placed a loving kiss on the tip of your nose. Every time he did that, you would smile, and even though you were fighting it now, you still couldn't hide your lips curving upwards.

"Look at me gorgeous. You are my world, no matter what anyone says. Do you really think I'm the type of person to be with you out of pity? You can't let our relationship change just because some people don't see us fit to be together. I asked you to be my girlfriend, not "any other girl that I could have". I asked you, and you know why? Because I love you, so freaking much, from head to toe. Please believe me when I tell you that you're my kind of perfect, and that I want to spend forever with you, just the way you are."

He followed it up with informing you that you should change yourself only if you truly wanted to, not because of him, or anyone else. His words brought tears to your eyes, but this time, they were happy tears, and you were so glad to have his in your life, because you wanted to spend forever with him too. And it hit you that after almost a year of dating, he told you that he lived you for the first time. You both agreed to say it when you feel it the most in a certain moment, and he said it now, when you needed to hear it more than ever.

"Im so lucky to have you, thank you. I love you too baby, so much."

"Im the lucky one darling. Now how about we cuddle a bit on the sofa before going to bed, from now on, I can proudly tell the world you're mine."

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I hope you liked it anon <3 let me know <3 thanks for requesting a plus size imagine, it got my own feels out during writing <3

Also, guys, I found a new obsession for myself, in the form of Diego Tinoco / César Diaz 😍😍 so expect some of him in the future too 🤟❤️

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[wlwhc]

It Ain’t Me

Anon asked: Can I request a Kara x reader where Kara gets infected by red kryptonite and says some very hurtful things to the reader and even break ups with the reader only to later on be cured of the red kryptonite and Alex goes to tell the reader that Kara is all better and that she can kara again but only for the reader to act like she never meet Alex, Kara or anyone in the d.e.o but the reason is because of how upset the reader was they didn't notice a pair of stairs and fall hitting their head.

Warning: Red Kryptonite Kara?? bullying, angsty shit, violence, the whole package of dealing with Red Kara. A little of swearing

(A/N): I’m having writer’s block and I want to hit my head against a wall. I’m not happy with this, this is definitely not what I wanted to write but I can’t seem to write what I want and find the exact words that are stuck in my head, so yeah, this will have to do, sorry.

Words: 2k

“the reason I’m being like this is because you deserve it Y/N, god you’re so annoying, I don’t even know why I’m dating you, why I’m dating such a useless piece of garbage” Kara was spitting the words with such an anger, like if she was vomiting all this dark thought that she had been saving for so long. Just the thought of Kara being angry at you made you feel dizzy, but this, this was torture, you didn’t know what got into her.

“what are you still here?!” Kara said, her fist colliding with the wall of her apartment.you got earlier from work today, expecting to surprise your girlfriend with a nice meal, but you were dealing with this, never in your wildest dream you could have expected this to happen.

“I-I don’t understand-”

“you obviously don’t! god you’re so stupid! I’m seriously considering throwing you against the wall so maybe your brain can magically work!” Kara got closer to you, she was scaring you so bad, this is not Kara..right?

“what’s wrong with you?! you had never yelled at me before!” You yelled at her, and that was true. Kara had never yelled at you, much less treat you like this, she had always been the sweet innocent girl, seeing her like this completely change, scares you to death, but what makes you feel sick was the fact that she had always been thinking this about you, she had always thought you were a wasting of her time, that you were useless, that you’re an idiot.

Kara grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, lifting you a little from the floor, your body was trembling at this point, your heart jumping out of your chest, the tears that you were trying to not spill were now falling like a waterfall, Kara smirked at this.

“you’re so weak, I don’t need this, I deserve so much more than some weak stupid girl” she said, throwing you to the floor.

“I'm done with you, I don’t want you anymore, I never wanted you anyway, I was just playing, all was out of pity, you should thank me for it I had to deal with you for so long, but not anymore I’m done, so please do me a favor and disappear ….or I’ll make you” and with that she flew away, leaving you destroyed on the floor.

Your hands were shaking, and your legs didn’t seem to find the enough strength to run away from the apartment before she comes again. Slowly you got up from the floor, all those words, all the things she said...she means all that, Kara had used you, Kara had always made fun of you, Kara….Kara does not love you, she never did. The fear turned into anger, how could you not see this before? how could you let this happen?! god you were so blind. Thousands of thoughts were running through your mind, your body still weak but the anger and frustration were so much that your body seems to find enough strength to walk out from Kara’s apartment. The sobs were still breaking through your body , the tears were making really difficult to see, the walls were starting to get smaller and so did your throat, god you need to run from this place, you had to run away from her...and so you did, you ran...until your feets gave in, right when you were a step to the stairs, your body fell , each steps colliding with your body, but the last one colliding really hard with your head, making all the pain in your chest and the tears stop, it made everything stop...all went black.

Alex watches her sister sleep, finally they had found a cure to the Red Kryptonite, now her sister could finally go back to be the sweet person she is. Kara’s eyes open slowly trying to adjust to the lights, she could feel an awful pain in her chest, the memories of all the people she hurt, all the things she did...you, all the things she said.

“Oh Rao” She gasps. Alex got quickly next to her.

“Hey Kara, you’ll be fine be found a cure-”

“I need to see Y/N I-I need to-Oh Alex I said I-I d-did-” Kara said, her sobs making very difficult for her sister to understand her.

“She will be fine I’ll go to talk to her, don’t worry-”

“I break up with her I saw s-so many awful things I-I lost her-I need to see her Alex I-I need to see her” Kara begins to rip off the cables that were attached to her, Alex hold her back from doing anything stupid.

“You need to rest first, I’ll go to talk with her, she will understand-”

“I lost her Alex, oh Rao I lost her she will never forgive me-”

“Kara please just listen-”

“I-I don’t deserve her I-I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it Alex!” Alex couldn’t do anything more than hug her little sister, Kara hide in her sister’s arms, her sobs could be heard outside the room.

“She will understand Kara, I’ll talk to her everything will be okay”

After hours of consoling Kara and convincing her to stay in the D.E.O, Alex went straight to look for you, first she went to her apartment with Kara, finding the whole like a mess but no sign of you, not even something of you, finding zero tracks of you, she went to your apartment, but after knocking a thousand times she came to the conclusion that you weren’t home.

“Are you looking for the lady that used to live there?” An old woman asked Alex.

“uh yeah, I’m from the FBI, we think that she could be in danger, do you know where she went?” Alex ask.

“oh well, I don’t know too much about it, but I think I hear something about moving with her mom, the poor girl looked she got into a fight, she was wrapped up in bandages” Alex flinch at the last words, she was hoping that Kara didn’t hurt her.

Alex didn’t know where was your mom’s house, so she asked Winn for help, in 5 minutes he messages her the direction.

A few streets away from her destination she started to think how could she tell you what happens, and how could she convince you to give Kara another chance, she was pretty nervous,

“your little sister happiness depends on you Alex, no pressure” She mumbled before knocking the door, but got no response, she knocked again and got nothing, she tried one last time but nothing. Alex sighs and decides to leave but the sound of the door being open made her stop.

There you were, pretty bruised and pale but other than that you looked okay, you were wearing a beanie which didn’t let Alex see the real damage, the big bandage covering your head. The agent sends you a big smile, which you return with a confused look.

“Are you looking for my mom?” You asked her. Alex frown at this

“u-uh no, I’m here for you Y/N,  we need to talk about Kara and I know that you may not want to talk about it and I understand but she’s miser-”

“What are you talking about, I don’t know any Kara, I don’t even know you” You said, starting to panic, when Kara’s name escape from Alex's mouth you were already shaking, your chest felt heavy, who the fuck was Kara?.

Alex's eyes widen at your words, she awkwardly smiled at you, thinking that you were joking, but the look on your eyes was pretty convincing.

“are you joking right? Y/N  this is not the time for jokes-”

“Y/N! what did I tell you about talking with strangers!” Your mom yelled at you, glaring at Alex.

“she said that she knows me, who is she?” you asked your mother that had been taking care of you since the accident, since your memory broke into pieces, she was the only person you seem to recognize.

“she’s no one, wait for me inside” Your mother said to you, and you complied. Alex was shocked, her mouth didn’t seem to find the words, and her brain was in complete denial that you actually didn't know who she was.

“Alex” Your mother said to Alex, your mother had always not like Kara or Alex, she always said that they hide something, and when you told her about Kara’s planet she freaked out so bad, she didn’t like aliens. Alex knew about this, Kara was always complaining about your mother and about what she could do to make her approve your relationship with her.

“Y/M/N, care to explain? Y/N is joking, right? I know that Kara sai-”

“I don’t care what Kara said, or what you want, right now my daughter is getting through a hard moment in her life, and she needs her mother, not an alien and much less a corrupt police officer” she said, glaring at Alex, the last one took a long breath.

“What happened? and don’t you dare to close this door on my face” Alex asked, losing her patience with the woman. Your mom sighs at this, her eyes change into a sad look.

“I don’t know, people said that she fell from the stairs, she hit her head pretty bad, she doesn't remember anyone but me, when she first woke up in the hospital she thought she was 6, the doctors did everything they could, she’s okay now, but she still doesn't remember anyone, not even her friends, I was waiting for your sister to came here , maybe she could remember her, but if she didn’t recognize you, then she won’t recognize your sister either” Your mom explained. Alex was shocked, this couldn't be happening

“you have to be kidding me, this is a joke, this can’t be happening-”

“you think I would joke about my daughter’s health!?”

“no! wait please, it’s just ...holy shit this is so bad”

“...look I know that you and your sister are good friends of her, but she doesn't need more persons yelling at her because she doesn’t recognize them, she’s pretty overwhelmed, she needs space, tell that to the alien, my daughter needs time” and with that she closed the door leaving Alex outside.

“oh god, this is so bad, this is so so bad, oh god, how am I going to tell Kar-damn it!”

You watch the strangers outside the house, the girl seems pretty angry about the news, it was normal, you already saw a lot of “familiars” and “friends” get angry about the situation , other people cry a lot, and for you, it was pretty awkward because you were surrounded by people you didn't know, but they seem to know every detail about you. You didn’t even recognize yourself, but for some reason that name, Kara, makes your body tremble and your heart swell with a warm sensation, it makes your eyes glassy and your hands shake, you didn’t know why, you didn’t know the person that carries the name, but you want to, you want to meet her, you need her... you miss her...you miss a stranger

such a shitty end omg, I’m going to say this again, I’m not happy with this result, but this is what my brain can do right now, so I won’t be angry if you don’t like this piece of garbage :3

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