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warmau · 3 years

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"i don't even like bugs."

jaemin shrugs as he shows his intern pass to the security of the front gates of the botanical garden

he mentions that you're accompanying him today as a visitor and you smile at the guard who pays you two half a gaze

"well i mean - they're butterflies not like cockroaches or anything so have some optimism?"

you don't argue, among your group of friends jaemin is kind of the symbol of optimism. sometimes it's misguided - like now - but you don't want to put a damper on his mood

after all, he's actually here to do a job

you are here on a summer assignment you have to complete for a photography elective you added to your uni program for the next semester

"nature photography" was the highlight of the project, everyone had been emailed a subject to take pictures of while off from school

you had expected maybe the beach, or flowers, or even tourists walking around in floppy hats

when you'd opened the professor's email and saw "butterflies" you had not been thrilled

but you were lucky enough to know that jaemin had scored his current internship at the botanical gardens, and while he was working with his weirdly favorite thing in the world - fungi

he could also get you access to the butterfly garden, a large indoor space for the various breeds of butterflies from around the world, before it officially opened to the public

"the pavilion is over there, i think renjun will be able to let you in."

jaemin says, pointing down a hill lined by pretty bushes that leads to a glass structure at the bottom

you turn to ask if he wants to meet for lunch, but he's already jogging in the opposite direction

you sigh, fishing your camera out of your bag - which is something you've borrowed from your parents because 'iphone photos are not allowed'

they're just butterflies like jaemin said, they're like...cute bugs.

you tell yourself as you get closer, turning the camera on and then coming to a pause in front of the glass doors that have a clear padlock on them

you loop around and try to find 'renjun' - but no one is in sight

secretly a little relieved that you don't have to go inside right away, you try to find a part of the glass structure where you can possibly get a nice shot of some of the butterflies from outside

a lot of the vines and flowers get in the way, so you struggle until finally, you find a spot that's open and peers right into the middle of the enclosed garden

you can see the butterflies, little splashes of colors that fly past you - magnificent oranges, reds, and blues

you admit they're pretty

but they're even prettier because they're not near you

and then something - no someone - comes into your frame

his narrow shoulders are engulfed by an oversized plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up by the elbows.

over the shirt is a gardening apron and on his hands are a pair of worn-out gloves

his profile is hidden by the dark hair that falls in a curtain and ends in a tickle at his jawline.

one, bright streak of bleach blonde runs through the black.

he reaches out to touch a half-bloomed flower and you watch as the butterflies float on by him

you nearly drop the camera when he turns and locks his gaze with your own

is that renjun? if so im going to kill jaemin! he didn't tell me he was so infuriatingly pretty!

without knowing how to talk to him through the glass, and because the words disintegrate in your mouth, you point to the camera

"jaemin's friend?"

oh, you can hear through the glass

"ye-yeah!"

"one second."

the sound of a click and some scuttling turns your attention toward where the door to the garden opens for a swift second, just enough for renjun to step through, before it closes again

probably to make sure none of the butterflies get out

you grip your camera and when renjun doesn't move, you make the small trip over to him

"jaemin said you're here for a project."

renjun speaks and his voice is softer when it isn't muffled through glass

"for my photography class in the fall, my subject is butterflies."

"what kind?"

your eyes get a little wider with confusion

"what kind?" you parrot

renjun's neutral expression doesn't change

"what kind of butterflies? there are over seventeen thousand species of butterflies - we might not have the species you are looking for."

"i-" you stammer, wondering for a split second if renjun is joking around, "there isn't a specific species it's just....all of them?"

renjun tilts his head as if that notion doesn't really make sense to him, but shrugs and turns toward the door again

"im going to open it quickly so just follow me."

you make a sound of agreement, but when renjun pulls the handle and steps inside.....and you can't move.

the door closes behind him with a sound that makes you jump and renjun turns to stare at you through the glass with a furrowed brow

"what are you doing?"

he doesn't bother opening the door again and you shake your head as a shiver runs through your shoulders

"a-actually is it ok if i stay out here?"

"i thought you needed to take photos?"

"i can take them from here - this lens is r-really good."

renjun doesn't seem to be buying your excuse, but he checks his watch and nods, before disappearing back into the middle of the indoor garden

you take a second to try and figure out what happened - am i scared of going inside? is it the butterflies or is it renjun?

you decide it's the butterflies.

renjun's just a boy - you aren't scared of that, but the thought of being somewhere covered with bugs

pretty bugs or not

is kind of ..... scary.

you pick your camera back up and circle back to your original spot

although renjun is nowhere in the focus, you are delighted to see some butterflies have come to nestle among the plants in view

you bring up the camera and take some shots

one butterfly is sitting directly on the leaves - big grayish, blue wings spread open and engulfed in the sunlight that shines through the glass

you zoom in on it, capturing the full expanse of the wings that stand out on the green

you get so invested you hardly notice the door open up again and then a voice speaks from behind your shoulder

"it's a pseudozizeeria maha."

you don't turn around and just stare at the butterfly still

"a wha- what?"

"a pale grass blue. they're native to south asia but are really common here too. they were first discovered by vincenz kollar, an austrian entomologist."

the sentence nearly makes you dizzy, but you thank renjun for the information

not seeing the small shy smile that casts over his lips when you do

you want to turn and show him the shot you took, but he's already stepping past you to the other side of the pavilion

the time sort of slips away from you before you can check it again and you only leave when jaemin comes jogging down from the greenery to whisk you off for lunch

"should we invite ren-"

you start, but jaemin is already twinkling eyes and nonstop talking about all the fun fungi he's spent his day with.

when you're back home you start to look through the photos you took

most of them aren't super great and the shine of the sun reflects on the glass

you know the only way you're going to get a perfect shot (or at least an acceptable one for this dumb summer project) is if you go inside the actual butterfly garden

sighing, you click to the last shot and are surprised to see that in the far left corner you see renjun's hand - gloved and in the palm of it is a small butterfly that has landed just in time for your shutter to go off

the rest of renjun is out of focus so you can't even see his, very pretty, face

isn't it weird, that he can be around them so easily and im so scared?

you zoom in a bit and wonder how nice it would have been to get a clear photo of the moment. that would be something you could definitely submit to your professor.

before any more thoughts of renjun can float through your mind, your phone pings and you look to see jaemin's contact name

did you get your shot? you can come with me on my next shift if you want to take more photos

you type back a reply before you can even think of it in your head

really? then I'll tag along :) want to take some more photos

jaemin confirms and then sends another paragraph talking about mushrooms and leaves and plants

and you giggle because he's funny and passionate, and also

guess i might see renjun again?

it's hotter than you can put into words the next time you show up at the butterfly garden

you're standing outside in the absolute sweltering heat and maybe the thought of possible colder temperatures inside the pavilion are tempting

plus - renjun is in there - he had waved at you when he saw you standing outside again

this time his apron thrown over a short sleeve shirt and some long jeans

he had motioned toward the door but you had just played off that you were ok outside. burning alive or whatever.

you found the same spot as before, wiping the sweat from your forehead before lifting the camera up in hopes of catching a good picture

but all you see through the lens was renjun, who'd taken the time to roll up the sleeves of his shirt and had seemingly abandoned the heavy apron somewhere inside

his longer hair had been clipped back and he was reaching down to heave a bag of soil up and over his shoulder

oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.

you are caught between taking a photo and just aiming your lens somewhere else out of embarrassment

either way, renjun doesn't seem to notice and continues working, saving you from the horror that would be seeing him turn and stare back at you

but this somehow goes on for the entire time you're there

you go to snap a photo, but renjun is somewhere in the frame

it must just be bad luck and timing

but by the time you're sitting at the garden's cafe with jaemin after his shift and you're going through your photos

all of them have renjun in them somehow

"woah i thought your project was butterflies not huang renjun's?"

jaemin jokes, sipping his iced coffee with an overly excited wiggle of his eyebrows

"shuttup - i just....it's because i am taking them from the outside, i need to figure out a way to get inside and just take the photo and be done with it!"

jaemin outstretches his hand

"gimmie your camera, ill go take one"

you snatch the camera off the table and vehemently shake your head

"no. the last time i trusted you with something expensive, you broke it in the first five minutes."

"hey! i thought ipads were waterproof nowadays like technology really hasn't come that far?"

you roll your eyes in response, to which jaemin sticks out his tongue and then claps his hands together in revelation

"why not ask renjun to take the photo?"

"because i don't know him that we-"

with a dismissive wave of his hand jaemin cuts you off

"he's not a stranger - i know him! if i know him, you know him. plus renjun is super careful and responsible - he's my age and ive already heard some of the directors talking about how they'd hire him as more than an intern if he wasn't still in university!"

wow, i mean i always got the impression he was mature, but...

"c'mon, i bet he'll say yes too! he's really nice!"

finally agreeing and promising jaemin you'll ask renjun when you come back to the garden again

you pretend the nervous feeling in your stomach is just because you don't know renjun that well

not because you also happen to think he's breathtaking to look at - and that it's going to be hell trying to explain to someone who knows so much about insects that you're too scared to go inside and take a measly little photo of them

you find yourself at home, with your laptop open, googling species of butterflies because you think you should at least pick one and ask renjun if he can possibly take a photo of that one

maybe your effort will make the conversation easier

maybe he'll like that i know the latin name for a - what was it? gonepteryx cleopatra?

of course, the next time jaemin brings you along - and abandons you with a thumbs up for his mushrooms and fungi - you are frozen still at the entrance of the butterfly garden

like a broken machine - you just re-read the sign over and over again - announcing that the garden will be finally open to the public in a week

and you nearly short circuit when someone clears their throat behind you

turning around, it's of course renjun, and he's giving you a weird look that is already making this whole situation bad

"h-hey renjun-"

"do you want to go inside with me today?"

you swallow and think you should really just suck it up and go inside. the butterflies aren't going to sting, bite, or eat you - but

"a-actually i wanted to ask you does the garden have any.....any um....gonep- um whats the word gonepetry? gonepetri? um-"

without a beat renjun finishes the sentence for you

"gonepteryx cleopatra's? no, those butterflies favor the mediterranean so getting them here is hard."

"right...well actually i was wondering"

renjun blinks

"oh and you can call them cleopatra's if you want. but unfortunately no, i don't have any in the garden."

god ok, how do i pivot this conversation...

"oh that's cute, um actually i also have a question-"

he waits expectingly and for some odd reason as the second's tick by he gets cuter and you get quieter and it is just a huge mess

and you think you should just book it and let renjun think you're a weirdo

when you finally lift up your camera and take a breath

"do you think you could take the photo of a butterfly for me?"

his brown eyes widen

"oh - like the photo for your project?"

"y-yeah. it's just......im really scared to go in there...bugs are not my thing. i know it's pathetic and they're just butterflies but-"

you look down and the sun and renjun's gaze are getting too heavy to handle

"but i just don't know if i can even focus when there are so many flying around....does that make sense?"

the beat of silence that follows is almost miserable but renjun just points behind him and says

"follow me."

the next thing you know you are trying to keep up with him as he walks past the butterfly garden and down a path hugged by greenery

it's way past where you've ever been and you ask renjun where he's going

only for him to insist you hurry up a little bit

before you know it you are both standing in front of a large, open iron gate, and behind it are rows and rows and rows of rose bushes

they range in color and size and the smell that permeates the air is so lovely you suddenly feel like you're in a fairytale

renjun leans closely to inspect a couple and then stops in front of a bush adorned in the brightest pink roses you must have ever seen in your life

"butterflies are attracted to roses, the colors are vibrant and they pollinate them."

"b-butterflies pollinate? like bees?"

renjun laughs, the sound adds to the almost dreamy vibe - with the way it sounds like the lightest piano keys

"yes and look - i can understand that you'd be scared of being inside a place full of butterflies, but here in the rose garden there are only a couple here and there."

he squats down and cups the petals of a flower with such a gentleness

you follow and are surprised to see a butterfly, with bright blue wings, nestled in the center of the rose

renjun flicks his eyes to your camera bag and you immediately understand why he's brought you here

without making too much noise you get your camera out and steady the lens - just one butterfly does not intimidate you like being in a glass, enclosed pavillion full of hundreds

so you can take the photo easily - though just as you click the shutter makes a noise and the butterfly takes off

you pout and look up to see if renjun is startled by the sudden escape of the focus of your photograph

when you gasp and see that another butterfly, this one a bright orange has settled on the tip of renjun's nose

without missing the moment - you raise the camera

and snap another photo, not taking the time to adjust the zoom or anything

just wanting to capture the little miracle

the butterfly seems to recognize renjun's pretty face is not a flower, not that you fault the butterfly for thinking that it was

as it flaps its wings and goes in search of another rose

you brighten up when you look at the preview on your camera

no blur or sun glare! it's a perfect shot!

and you lean close to renjun to show him and he leans in too

and the centimeter distance only dawns on the two of you when you look up and renjun has already turned his attention on you two

a heat spreads up your face, as it does renjun's and you both pull back from the scalding feeling

"i-"

"sorry-"

shooting back up to your feet you kind of wobble in this moment of awkwardness and then renjun asks

"will you use that photo for your project?"

"oh - if you don't want me to i won't, i think i can use the other-"

"you can use it."

he rubs his arm and then locks his gaze back on you

"but does this mean you won't come back to the gardens anymore?"

i guess since my project is done, he's right. i don't have any excuse to come and bother him by loitering around anymore.

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and give a little shrug

"probably, jaemin's internship ends soon too so-"

"then would you be ok with seeing me- well-"

renjun flusters

which is somehow a shocking different from his usual blank expression of utter handsomeness. the stark difference is loveable and you almost have to stop yourself from falling over.

"well what i mean is would you want to maybe see me - outside of the garden.....like not here but somewhere else?"

"to hangout?"

you grip your camera and renjun half nods, but then you can see he's trying to think of the right word

"yes to hangout and like....but different, like a different kind of hangout."

confusion settles on your face and you are about to ask what he means exactly when someone burst between you two

"there you two are! sorry, was i interrupting renjun asking you on a date?"

jaemin's voice manages to echo even though you're all outside

and you push him playfully as renjun rids himself of jaemin's body weight and huffs

"aren't you supposed to be looking at toadstools are something jaemin?"

"first of all, toadstools are unscientific and not the correct term for a class of mushrooms. so mind your manners, and second - why would i want to miss the exciting moment where you too finally agree to go out!"

you catch renjun's gaze and it's as big and as wide as yours

"w-was that what you were asking, if i would go on a date with you?"

the words shock you ask they spill from your mouth

renjun nods, slowly, and then casts a look at jaemin

"yes. before this one interrupted."

jaemin looks between you two as if he is guilty of nothing

for a second you forget about him and then nod back

"y-yes id love to!"

renjun's face softens and he's about to ask for your number when jaemin claps his hands and the sound probably rattles the earth underneath you three

"amazing! this is truly a moment to remember!"

you and renjun both lurch at him and he laughs as you two tell him to go back to his mushrooms

and yet somehow, you three are all smiles when the day comes to an end because you and renjun have set up a date and jaemin is taking most of the credit for it

that summer, after you send the photo of the butterfly nestled perfectly on the tip of renjun's nose to your professor, is one that stays with you forever

you spend most of it with renjun, whenever he isn't busy with his butterflies, learning more and more about him

the little things like he doesn't like cilantro, he frequently doodles and draws in his free time, and he breaks everything he does down into a meticulous step by step process

you watch in fascination as he organizes his side dishes by the order he eats them, tabs the important dates in his planner, and pins your candid photos in a perfectly straight line above his desk

you know some of his friends call him a stickler, but it's really just another thing you grow to like about him

after all - your birthday gets a special, green tab in his planner. green means extra, extra, extra important

as for the butterfly garden .... you try a couple of times to go in. each time, renjun lists off a million reasons why butterflies are great and docile and not dangerous or scary

but every time you kind of apologize and say you can't do it - which renjun doesn't hark on you for

he just takes your hand and kisses the back of it, asks if you want to go visit jaemin or see the roses again

and as much as you love your friend, there's been too many instances of renjun leaning in to tuck your hair from your face and kiss you, all while jaemin pops up between you two like he's at the movies

and you two have to turn around and shoo him off as he insists he just wants to bear witness to the romance of the century

you and renjun sprawl across his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he finds comfort in counting the stripes on your shirt in silence and you mumble about how the summer is almost over and you won't be able to just be lazy like this with him anymore

the days of doing absolutely nothing

renjun props himself on his elbow and looks at you seriously

"spending time with someone you love isn't doing nothing. it's the act of growing closer."

you almost blurt out that that's the most romantic thing you've ever heard and you are going to cry

but instead, circle your hands around his neck and flip him over to be under you

poor renjun tells his directors he got bit by a species from the culicidae family (mosquito) to try and hide the blotch on his collarbone

and while the directors are impressed with renjun's knowledge of insects, jaemin just gives him the good old finger guns of 'yeah. sure'.

your photograph gets great marks from your professor, who replies to the image with praise about the lightening and angle

and the way you managed to capture both your boyfriend and the butterfly

you read the email to renjun over the phone and can almost hear the blush on him when you say boyfriend

you wonder if the future is going to be as sweet as this summer, can someone like you who is so terrified of the creatures renjun has structured his whole life around, really be the right choice for him

and when you ask renjun this, on the day before your classes officially start in the fall

he says that you don't have to be just like him for him to love you

it's the fact that you're so very you that he feels stronger about this relationship than he has about any other

and who cares that you don't like bugs. it just means that if you live together in the future he can be the one to get the spider under the cup and let it free while you lock yourself in the bathroom out of fear

you giggle at this, your heart beating against your ribs at the thought of a future so domestic with the boy smiling down at you

and the best thing is that future comes to fruition

when a decade later you're waiting for renjun outside of the botanical garden, where he strolls out with his co-worker jaemin whose holding a funny looking pot of yellow-topped mushrooms

"date night for the newlyweds?"

he wiggles his eyebrows the same way he did when you two were in college

you shoo him off with the hand that has your wedding ring on it and you tuck your hand through renjun's

"date night for you and some fungi, jaemin?"

he makes a face at your comment and bounds off in the direction of his car

you look up at renjun who chuckles to himself and pecks your lips in a greeting

"how are the butterflies this year?"

you ask as you two turn to walk down the street

"beautiful - do you think this might be the year you finally visit the garden?"

you scrunch up your nose and mumble that maybe, you'll have to see if after ten years your fear really hasn't gotten any better

he smiles and says you can take your time - ten, twenty, thirty

he'll be by your side when you decide it is time

you stop to look at him - seeing for a moment the flash of the boy with the butterfly on his nose - and smile

"and ill be by your side for anything and everyhing too."

he picks your hand up with his own - your matching rings gleam in the setting sun

"i know, that's why i married you."

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catlarusso · 3 years

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Once bitten twice shy. Day 1 @ckhalloween prompt: Vampire

Daniel didn’t want to let her go, Ali Mills, he kept her thin hand wrapped in his for as long as he possibly could. But she giggled, and laughed. And pulled away.

“I’m just getting some cotton candy?” She tuffed at him. Laying her arms down by her sides like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Yeah, but you’re going to be gone for so long,” Daniel groaned. “The line for that cart is so long. And it doesn’t even look hygienic, are you sure you want some sugar from there?”

“I’m sure,” Ali rolled her eyes. “Just stay right here and I’ll be back in a jiff.”

Daniel nodded towards her. Resisting the urge to reach out and pull her skinny arms and cute little blond curls that bounced with her movement back towards him. Instead, he huffed and looked upwards to the metal skeleton above him.

The massive Ferris wheel of the pier loomed over head. Painted any shade of purple and pink one could imagine, and then flaking off to show the blood-colored rust that truly made up the metal mechanical marvel.

A breeze blew off the ocean and rattled right through the bars, making them swell and groan and move with the wind. It sent a shiver across Daniel’s back that had him turning round and round to make sure nothing was crawling on his back.

He remembered then how he had made fun of Ali for suggesting going here. He had asked, doesn’t she go here all the time? Wouldn’t it be more interesting to do something else? And she had replied the pier is always fun, there’s food and rides, and vampires.

Daniel had groaned, laughing right back at her joke the way he should reply to just that: a joke.

But the night seemed to shift around the top of his fluffy brown head. The sky seemed to open up and spill out a thick fog around him. Like the place knew he was alone and was shielding him up into a bubble.

Soon, he couldn’t see Ali or the cotton candy stand anymore. Soon, he was just in a swirling mass of fog that seemed to tighten around him.

It felt like Daniel couldn’t move, like his body wanted to stay right where it was even if he was afraid.

And right then is when he started hearing the clicking noises. They sounded all around him, up and down and even under his feet vibrated with the noise. A sharp ticking sound, that sounded louder every time. That meant it was getting closer every time.

Daniel shivered again, turning his head left and right, pulling the edges of his open flannel shirt to close in the middle of his chest. Rubbing the soft material up and down his arms as he looked around, yet couldn’t see anything.

Until he heard a little laugh just above his head, a ringing gentle thing that was so out of place in the smoke it felt almost otherworldly. Like a phone ringing in pitch darkness.

Daniel lifted his head to see brilliant blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that could kill.

“Johnny,” Daniel breathed out. His voice a shiver.

The voice, Johnny Lawrence, was hanging upside down just a few feet from Daniel’s head. His blonde hair was even lighter in the darkness, glowing maybe, and it moved in the breeze. His face contorted into a wide grin like one Daniel had seen a hundred times. But never like this.

Never with his front canine teeth grown three times their size into dagger sharp fangs.

“Hey, Danielle,” he spoke down slowly, deliberately, in the same way he was crawling downwards. “Long time no see, All Valley Tournament winner.”

Daniel’s back pressed totally flush up against the Ferris wheel’s metal. His form finding a little solitude there as he watched Johnny descend right in front of him. He was wearing a different jacket now, the red and the cobra patches thrown out when he left his old coach. The blue denim of his new jacket seemed to brighten the blue of his eyes as he dropped down.

His fingers left the metal with another clicking noise. Daniel followed them as they lifted to push though Johnny’s wind swept hair. They were longer, sharper, dangerous. Very different from how he remembered him.

“What do you want, Johnny?” Daniel asked. And his voice was just as shaky as he felt. Just as scared. Completely transparent and fragile, like glass.

“You should know what I want.” Johnny crept towards him. His scent smoky and heavy, his skin gossamer and pale in the moonlit darkness. Daniel wanted to lift his hands to push through that head of hair, but held them close to his body to try and stay off the cold.

Johnny stopped right before Daniel, his hands cupping the air around his chin. His body was pressed flush however. And the denim of their jeans rubbed delicious friction. It created heat. And Daniel wanted to chase it.

“That illegal kick broke one of my teeth, Danielle,” Johnny sneered. “I want a little payback.”

“Seems like you’ve got enough big teeth to fill that big mouth, Johnny,” Daniel sassed back. His voice lifting to a light laugh.

Johnny pushed forward, the thumb of both hands dipping downwards to press into the softest part of Daniel’s neck. It made his laugh stop short. And maybe a whimper or a moan wanted to let out in its place, but Daniel held his breath.

“You owe me. I’m going to make you pay me back for that kick.” Johnny pet his thumbs up and down Daniel’s neck.

“Pay you back?” Daniel shuttered. “What do you want?”

“I’m thirsty. Just lean back and try and relax, babe.” Johnny moved ever closer.

One hand lifting to cup the back of Daniel’s head, the other curling around the nape of his neck. Daniel felt like he was going to be lifted off his feet. Like he was going to fly away. The only pressure keeping him on the ground was Johnny’s whole body colliding with his own. Daniel was up on the tip toes of his sneakers, but he wasn’t close enough.

Johnny had to dip down even farther to press his lips to Daniel’s pulse point in a gentle kiss. He laid one more kiss, then another, making Daniel warm. Making Daniel relaxed.

When he finally felt those dagger long fangs sink into his throat, Daniel let out that whimpering moan. And he lifted his hands to tangle into Johnny’s blond hair. Against his throat, he could have sworn the vampire let out his own moan.

#lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #ckhalloween #vampire Johnny Lawrence #I wrote this pretty quick and yeah I know it’s goofy I’m sorry plesee enjoy 🖤🖤

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aestheticsuwu · 3 years

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Crush Culture AU

Today was the worst day for a guy like him . Where love is in the air and it seems he's allergic because nobody wants to take an interest in a boy that is nerdy and never seems to know when to shut up . And it didn't help his sad love life when today is spent giving chocolates , stuffed animals , and cheesy cards .

Have you guys guess what day it is ?

Ding !! Ding !! ... Valentine's Day !

He dread every second of the day as he walked down the school hallway . Every turn he was faced with hormonal teenagers kissing their S.O. He picks up his pace to head to his friends hangout . Which consisted of Sam , Miguel , Robby , Chris , Aisha ,Tory , Mitch , and Eli and himself .

It was an unusual group , Sam and Tory didn't get along but both were friends with Aisha . Miguel and Robby would bicker and clash with the whole history of love triangle with Sam but they both tried to get along .

Miguel and Robby tried not to fight that often , After all they were being raised by Mr.Lawrence Along side with Mr. Larusso .

Somehow the the dynamic worked . Pulling out his phone as he receives a message from Sam reminding him of the gift for Robby . They all had decided to give something to the blonde , Robby had a rough year . With his mom going to rehab , Sam dating Miguel , and thinking his dad loves Miguel more . He sends her quick telling her he didn't forget .

Robby was gifted cards , candy , stuffed animals , their goal was achevied when the blond had a bashful smile carrying his gifts to each class including Miguels .

....... .......... .....

It was in his 3rd period , was when he had enough . Thats why once the teacher left he started speaking his distaste.

" Its not fair , why do people like me have to suffer while the rest live high off love . I will never find love , I'm gonna be stuck all alone and watch people live a happy life . I hate this day , i hate valentines day .

Whats wrong with me , Am i ugly ,nerdy or Am i unlikable ? "

" Demetri don't say that ! You won't end up alone . " Sam had quickly came to his defense putting a halt to her love gaze with Miguel. Robby and Miguel nodding their heads agreeing with Sam.

" Easy for you to say you have Miguel , everyone in our group has a love life . I bet right now Eli's with Moon trying to woo her so that leaves me to nothing . "

Looking at Sam, giving him a sad smile and Miguel giving him a sympathy smile as well.

He went back to sulking until a candy bar was in his eyesight .

" Here , Happy Valentine's " Robby says with a smile . Probably from the big pile of Cards and Candy that he had received .

" Great a pity gift "

" Its not a pity gift , it's mine now it's yours . Hey ! if you want I can kiss you to make you feel better . Or ...." Robby turns to Sam and Miguel with a mischievous look in his eyes . All three of them get up hug him and shouting , embarrasing him as other students start watching .

" Omg , no stop please , I take it back . I surrender !! "

" We love you Demetri ! " " Your the best ! "

" We wouldn't trade you for anything in the world ! " " We Love you !! "

...... ....... ...... ....... ....

Lunch was almost over and he was still ranting his hate about Valentine's and he didn't feel bad he was ruining the mood of everyone with their girlfriends and boyfriends. They had someone , and once he realised Eli was no where to be seen it only made him feel worse . It sucked having feelings for your best friend.

Vibration coming from his phone interuppted his train of thought and speech . A message from Eli ,

Meet me at the computer lab . Asap !!!!!

Arriving , Eli isn't in the room . Maybe the text wasn't for him . Right as he's about to leave he spots a teddy bear as the size of the computers . It hold a heart that said Will You Be Mine .

" So Will You Be Mine " Jumping from hearing Eli , he turns around to face him . He had a raised eyebrow with a smirk waiting for his answer .

" haha , is this for moon ? , let me just say it's cute . she'll probably be happy . "

Looking confused at Demetri, he thought his feeling was pretty clear for the latter . He took the teasing up a notch , he even told him last week , " he would hit that" when Dem was going on and on that was going to die a virgin . He loved the blush that appeared on the pale skin . Damn he was simping , If Sensei Lawrence was allowed to simp for Mr . Larusso, he can too .

" -ou , it's only fair . Guess I am the only one . And I mean who wouldn't want to date moon . She's perfect and pretty , I hope everything turns out well . You and Moon will make a great couple , I guess . I mean I wouldn't kno- "

Guess He had to Strike First, so that's what Hawk did , he pinned his friend and kissed those lips so he can shut up .

" I like you Dem, Only you and i really hope you feel the same because I have bunch of other cliche gifts for you today . So what do you say , Will You Be Mine ? "

" If I say yes , Will you manhandle me and kiss me like that again ? Cause the answer is a Yes . "

Laughing at his best frie- well now boyfriend , He kisses Demetri.

..... .... ....

Once school finish as the group of friends wait for the two missing boys to arrive . They quickly spot Demetri and Hawk holding hands and kissing each other while holding a teddy bear that somehow had a Mohawk.

" Guess he doesn't hate Valentines Day anymore ! "

Sidenote : @bdaviss I saved and used your icons ❤ Hope you don't mind . Guys I had this in my notes for awhile , I was waiting for Valentine's to come . Also Robby must be protected at all cost , hes my smol Angry bean . Sam is Demetris sister and no one can tell me otherwise . Crush Culture because why not , music video inspo for this . Also I love Canon Gray , might do a Heather Moodboard . Mentioned Lawrusso because in this world no one can live with out karate husbands . We know Johnny be simping for those Bambi eyes , shit i am too.

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tbtssstuff · 3 years

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Creative Soul || kth

↣ Summary: Art was all that you knew. Never really had time for anything else, but you didn’t really mind. Until you became friends with a man who frequented your convenience store and you start to wonder if art was really everything.

🎨 Seventeen: Winter Bear

↣ Pairing: Idol!Kim Taehyung x Army!Reader

↣ Genre: Social media au, Fluff

↣ Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist

-TJ/ TacoAdmin 🌮

AN: I recommend listening to Winter Bear while you read this. I wrote it with that song on loop. It really makes things better.

“So he didn’t tell you where we were going?”

You shake your head as you watch Scarlett do her makeup. Taehyung was going to be pulling up to your apartment in about an hour so you had Jackie, Scarlett, and Vix up in your room to get ready. Mark, Lucas, and Victor were sitting in the living room waiting for you to be ready.

“But knowing them it’ll be a nice place. I would go with a semi formal look.” Jackie suggested, rummaging through your closet. They were all dressed, but you had yet to pick out an outfit.

“Semi formal?” You question. “Like you did?”

“Hey! I need to stand out if I want my future husband to take notice of me.”

He would definitely notice her that’s for sure. Jackie looked stunning in her tight, thigh length black dress with a see through crop top sort of shirt over it, black heels and adorned with gold jewelry. Her makeup was more on the heavier side, but it wasn’t over bearing and her dark hair was curled, tied into a side ponytail.

The other girls looked just as beautiful as well.

Vix straightened her newly dyed blonde hair and wore a light blue dress that stopped at her knees with a pair of white slippers. She really went for the whole Cinderella look, topping it off with a pearl barrette that held some of her hair behind her right ear and a simple silver necklace.

Scarlett wore a short flowy pink dress with a black belt and shoes to match. To complete her outfit had a black leather choker and a leather jacket. A real sweetie baddie. Her dark hair was curled and half of it was pulled back, secured with a pink bow. Scarlett was in the middle of putting on her makeup at the moment, which seemed to be a lighter touch, but with a bold winged eyeliner.

Compared to them, you weren’t so sure you could come up with something.

There usually wasn’t anything in your closet other than leggings and oversized hoodies and sweaters. Nothing screamed a nice restaurant date kind of outfit.

Johnny always said that you never looked good in dresses so eventually you stopped wearing them and even buying them. What was the point? You were not a dress person and that was fine. No matter how much you wanted to wear one and feel pretty, it was fine.

“Well I thought this would happen,” Jackie turned around and went to a bag she had brought with her, opening it up and rummaging around. “I remember that ass would tell you that you didn’t look good in dresses - which he is wrong by the way, you look beautiful - so I got one for you.”

“You what?”

After a second she pulled out a light blue dress with gold and dark blue flowers all over it along with a pair of black high heels. The dress was absolutely stunning, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that you would just ruin its beauty.

As if knowing your thoughts, which she probably could read your mind since she is your best friend, Scarlett glares at you through the mirror. “Oh no! No stop thinking what you're thinking. You will look amazing in that dress, Vix will do your hair and I will do your makeup. Do not worry about how much the dress costs. Jackie got it for you so you could wow your man and damn it you will. So get your cute little butt into that dress and come over here.”

You wanted to argue, but you knew it would get you nowhere. You were going to end up wearing that dress whether you liked it or not.

But you definitely liked it.

Once the dress was on, Vix and Scarlett started their magic. Scarlett worked on your makeup and Vix started curling your hair.

“Girls!” You all hear Mark call from your living room. “Are you ready yet? Taehyung is here and I can’t keep Victor from asking too many questions!”

“Hey!”

You laugh when you hear Victor try and justify his ever curious nature.

“Yeah! We’re coming now!” Jackie calls back and turns to you. “Ready?”

You nod. “As I’ll ever be.”

Vix and Jackie leave your room first, Scarlett sticking behind when she noticed your feet weren’t actually moving. “Come on y/n,” She laces her fingers with yours, easing your worries a bit, “Your winter bear awaits.”

You smile at how Scarlett calls Taehyung that. She knew that Winter Bear was your favorite song by him. It was the first song you had listened to after Johnny left you. The song that warmed your heart and stopped your tears.

The song that made you fall even more for the man that is Kim Taehyung.

Scarlett tugs on your hand and your legs start moving, leading you in the direction of your living room where you see Taehyung talking with your friends.

He stood there in the center of them all wearing an all black suit, his usual boxy smile adorning his face. You swear you have never seen a man so handsome especially with his new long, sandy brown hair. How did you get so lucky?

Your heart skipped when he finally looked at you, his eyes wide as they took you in.

“Wow.” You hear him whisper as he walks over to you, his hands coming up to lightly rub your arms, “You look beautiful.”

You smile shyly, looking down to avoid his gaze. No one had ever looked at you the way he did. “Thank you… You look handsome yourself.”

Taehyung chuckles and leans down to look at you more. “Thank you, but I would appreciate you saying it to my face.”

“Noooo.” You whine, shutting your eyes. “It’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung laughs and our friends join in, enjoying how embarrassed you were getting around your own boyfriend. But how do you not? It wasn’t everyday a man like Taehyung compliments you and all but demands your love and affection… Though now it was your everyday. Still you would never get used to it.

“Come on, the guys are already at the restaurant.”

With that you all piled into Taehyung’s car and were off to meet the rest of the group.

It had been an hour or two since you showed up at a very expensive looking restaurant, to which all of your friends choked at how much the bill was going to be and how they couldn’t pay for it, but Taehyung assured them that this was all on him. He wanted everyone to make a good first impression and this was the boys favorite place to eat.

You were impressed that Victor and Jackie didn’t squeal or faint when they saw Seokjin and Jungkook. In fact they smiled, greeting them like they would any regular person on the street. All of your friends were like that. You thought at least one of them would have freaked out, but they knew how important it was that they behaved as to not ruin anything.

They really were the best.

Throughout the night they all began to break off into their own conversations. Scarlett and Jimin were talking about some makeup line that was about to release a new pallet. You were happy to watch them get along especially because Scarlett confessed to you that she was nervous to see him after the Twitter thing. She was almost certain he was just messing with her, but when you saw how he looked at her when she walked in, you knew he wasn’t.

Vix, Hoseok, and Jungkook were in their own little world as well, but what they were talking about you didn’t know. All you could catch was Jungkook trying to impress Vix, which was cute, even though her attention seemed to be solely on Hoseok. He didn’t give up though.

Jackie was sitting next to Seokjin, laughing loudly at every dad joke he threw her way and even making a few of her own. At one point you heard her snort, which she tried to cover up, but Seokjin told her that he found it kinda cute.

You were happy that she was finally letting loose enough to snort around someone other than you and your gang.

Finally Namjoon, Yoongi, Lucas, Victor, and Mark were talking about music. While you knew Mark and Victor had no interest in making music, they listened to the two producers go on and on. You even saw a spark in Lucas’ eyes when Namjoon offered to teach him if he wanted. You pray that Lucas takes him up on the offer and finally finds something he could be passionate about. He’s always just floating along and not knowing what he wants to do and you just want the best for him.

“Hey.” You turn to see Taehyung standing beside you, his hand open for you to take. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

Trusting that your friends would be okay if you stepped out for a moment, you take Taehyung’s waiting hand and let him lead you out of the restaurant and onto a little balcony.

You gasp in awe at the sight before you. Seoul at night and from this view was breathtaking. All the lights of the city seemed to illuminate the sky, turning from its usually dark color to a pale purple.

“Wow.” You breath, walking towards the railing. “It’s beautiful.”

“But still nowhere as beautiful as you.” You scoff lightly at his cheesiness. “I’m serious! You look so so beautiful in that dress.”

You turn to see that while his eyes were a very real serious look, his lips held a soft smile. You flush. “R really?”

As many times as he says it, you can’t seem to come to grips with what he’s saying. You? Beautiful in a dress? If Johnny heard anyone say that he would very loudly disagree.

‘Her? No way! Dresses are for girls who can fill them out, Y/n is more suited for large clothes.’

‘Don’t wear skirts, Y/n. They just don’t look good on you.’

All the times he has said things like that to you swims through your head and suddenly all you wanted to do was run away and tear the dress from your body. Once again Johnny has crushed your self confidence and he wasn’t even here.

Sensing the sudden change in your mood, Taehyung once again offers you his hand. “Why don’t you come dance with me?”

“Huh? Dance? But there is no music.”

“That’s never stopped me before.”

You shake your head, a sad smile forming on your lips. “I can’t really dance, Tae. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.”

“Nonsense!” Taehyung takes your hand and pulls you against his body, his chin resting on your head. “Just sway with me.”

You struggle against his hold even though you knew it was futile to try. The last time you danced with someone was Johnny and he yelled at you for stepping on his toes one too many times. You didn’t want to experience the same thing with Taehyung.

“Tae, really.” You finally wiggled your way out of his grasp, but when you looked up at his face you could see the sadness and worry in his eyes. “I’m sorry…”

And now the moment was ruined. The once happy time you were having ripped from underneath you. This was why you didn’t date. Didn’t share your time with anyone other than your friends and your paintings. Your insecurities always got the best of you and the mocking voice of Johnny fought its way in.

Not wanting to further the awkwardness, you step away from Taehyung and try to go back into the restaurant, but he quickly snapped out of whatever trance he was in to grab your wrist before you got too far.

“Come on, Winter Bear, please? It’s just one dance. I promise it won’t be so bad.”

You froze hearing the nickname. Yes you and him call each other a multitude of cutesy nicknames, but this one actually meant something to you. Something he couldn’t have possibly known.

Turning your head, you look at him wide eyed. “What did you call me?”

Worried that he said something he shouldn’t have, Taehyung quickly dropped your wrist. “S sorry it just kind of came out. If you don’t like it, I won’t call you that again.”

“No no… I like it.”

You sigh, this time reaching out to take his hand into yours, relieved when he intertwined his fingers with yours, and step forward to rest your head on his chest. “I’m sorry, Tae. It’s not you it’s me - or more so it’s Johnny.”

“Johnny? Your ex?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “You see, he’s always said things about me and to me that eventually I started believing.”

“Like what? If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

“Not to wear dresses, they didn’t look good on me. Always yelled at me when I danced with him because I stepped on his toes. And many other extremely hurtful things and after a year and a half of that you start to believe it.”

You could feel his grip on your hand tighten, a signal that he was getting pissed, but you continued talking.

“So when you tell me all these sweet things I have a hard time believing them.”

“Y/n…”

Taehyung lightly pushes up your face with his other hand, his features hard and serious. “I promise I will never make you feel like that. You are the most important person in my life and I will do anything to keep you. I love you.”

Tears fill your eyes and they flutter shut as Taehyung leans in, his lips pressing against yours. The spark there was undeniable and you could feel all of his love behind it. Taehyung really did love you and you loved him just the same.

Taehyung slowly pulled back, his eyes now soft and full of love. “Now dance with me, my Winter Bear.”

“Will you sing that song for me?”

Without a word, Taehyung pulls you close, his arm wrapping securely around your waist and begins to sway. Soon he started singing for you.

“She looks like a blue parrot. Won’t you come fly to me.”

You close your eyes, sinking further into his hold and being lulled by his voice.

Completely and utterly in love with the man before you.

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shadowhuntertrash · 3 years

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Sophie and Gideon with fluff #10

I love Sophideon sm there's no where near enough content of them 💕

"Hi, you're a stranger but that guy back there is scaring me. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

Sophie wasn’t a big fan of parties. She especially didn’t enjoy parties that involved drinks. She didn’t have the best history with drunks but she had promised Tessa she would be here. They were meeting up with Jem and Will for a night out.

They were celebrating Jem getting to go on tour with his violin. He was leaving the next day and they decided to have a last hurrah before he left. Will was already quite drunk and Tessa was a little tipsy. Jem just watched them fondly, he loved both of them so much. Sophie used to look at Jem that way before she realized he loved her but not in that way, Will and Tessa were good for him.

Sophie sighed she needed a drink, she was feeling especially lonely tonight. She leaned over and told Jem she was going to get more drinks. He flashed her a smile and told her not to get Will anymore drinks. Sophie laughed and went up to the bar.

She was looking at the menu when she started getting a weird vibe. She looked around and found a guy staring at her a few seats away. She looked away quickly but the guy had already seen her and started moving closer. She shifted away from him when he took a seat next to her.

He smelled strongly of booze and Sophie wanted nothing more than to get her drinks and leave. Sophie smiled politely at him and he leaned forward, Sophie tried hard not to gag at the smell. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?” He slurred slumping forward with too much weight.

Sophie shifted uncomfortably again and looked around desperately. Jem was still watching Tessa and Will. Will was currently trying to stay upright and only succeeding with the help of Tessa who was leaning against him laughing.

Sophie’s palms started sweating as she looked back at the man in front of her. “I’m not alone.” She said somehow coming off as calm. The man lifted an eyebrow and smirked slowly sweeping the room with his eyes. “I don’t see anyone.” He said looking back at her, his eyes traveling uncomfortably down her body.

Sophie shifted again, a tight ball of anxiety forming in her stomach. She laughed nervously. “Well he’s here.” The guy gave an obnoxious, loud laugh. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He leaned forward and Sophie leaned back, her back almost hitting the person behind her. Her hands were shaking now.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know you and I’m not interested.” Sophie said, fake confidence in her voice. She turned toward the bartender and asked for a drink. When the bartender turned away she flicked her eyes around her again, looking for a way out. Unfortunately she didn’t see anyone in the close vicinity by themselves.

The guy gave her a crooked smile. “I’m John. It’s nice to meet you. We should get out of here.” He grabbed her waist when he said this and she tried getting out of his grasp but he tightened it and pulled her flush against him.

Sophie was panicking now. She looked around wildly and spotted a guy sitting a few seats down from John. She pulled back again to call out to him but John’s mouth was on her’s and as hard as she pushed he wasn’t budging. She bit his lip hard and he gasped pulling back.

“James!” She called, using the first name she could think of. The guy a few seats down looked up. He looked about her age, green eyes and blonde hair. He was quite attractive but Sophie didn’t have much time to dwell on that face. He looked surprised that she was speaking to him. She put on a false smile praying to anyone listening that he would go along with it. “James! There you are, I was looking for you.”

The guy raised an eyebrow but she shook her head looking at him with wide scared eyes when John turned to look at him. “Y-yeah. Sorry I was in the bathroom.” He said walking towards them. He looked a John and leaned over to Sophie and whispered a quiet, “Do I know you?”to which she said just as quietly, “Hi, you’re a stranger but that guy right there is scaring me. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

The man turned to look at her and she was shocked to find concern in his eyes. He didn’t know her, it was a bad situation but he needn’t be concerned. He looked back at John who looked incredibly annoyed. “Sorry buddy but you’re interrupting something.” The guy beside Sophie put an arm around her waist and she stiffened, he loosened the arm and looked at her briefly.

“I do believe you’re the one interrupting. My girlfriend here was just waiting for me, and I don’t think she enjoys being harassed by drunk people who don’t know how to say no.” Sophie was surprised by the venom in his voice, so was Johnny.

He put his hands up and stumbled back a little. “Sorry man didn’t know she was taken.” He slurred stumbling backwards. As soon as he was far enough away the man removed his arm and turned to Sophie. “Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes never leaving her face. It was a nice change from John who looked at her everywhere as if he had the right.

Sophie shuddered but nodded. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry for bothering you.” She said awkwardly. The guy just flashed her a smile, that could easily compete with Will in the charming category. “I’m Gideon by the way.” He said reaching out his hand but waiting for her to touch him instead of the other way around.

Sophie grabbed his hand and shook it gently, a small smile gracing her lips. “Sophie.” He smiled and dropped her hand. “What a lovely name. You’re quite beautiful.” Sophie paled, normally she would have been charmed but with the experience she just had she was quite scared that this man would be the same as the other.

Gideon seemed to come to the same conclusion. “No- Sorry that was callous. I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.” He scrambled, running a hand through his already messed up hair. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t thinking.” Sophie relaxed slightly, he seemed genuinely upset.

“It’s okay.” She said softly. Gideon grinned at her and got the coaster from under his drink and started scribbling something on it. He handed it to Sophie, scratching the back of his neck nervously with one hand. “Please don’t feel pressured to call but just, um, just if you want to. This is dumb sorry.” He said blushed, Sophie smiled at him.

He was actually quite cute, not just look wise. He was adorably awkward and Sophie couldn’t help chuckling lightly. She took the coaster that had his number scrawled on it. “Thank you. I think I might just use it.” She said and smiled wider when Gideon’s face lit up.

He chuckled awkwardly. “I’m glad, I hope you do. Well, I better be off.” He turned to walk away before turning back to her with a frown. “Do you need a ride or anything. Are you here alone?” Sophie smiled at his concern and shook her head pointing at Jem, Tessa, and Will who were now of all times staring at her.

“I came with them, they just weren’t looking earlier.” She said tugging a strand of her hair anxiously, feeling three pairs of eyes boring into her back. Gideon laughed softly. “I see. Tell Jem I said hello.” He said, putting hand up, waving slightly to Jem before turning around and leaving.

Sophie watched as the door shut behind him and turned to make her way back to Jem, Tessa, and Will. Will was wiggling his eyebrows and Tessa was giggling against the back of her hand while Jem just gave her a questioning look.

She blushed and looked down shaking her head. She pulled out the coaster and typed Gideon’s number in her phone, looking at Jem who was already looking at her with knowing eyes.

“He’s a good guy.” Jem said softly before letting it drop and turning to Tessa and Will. Sophie smiled at that relieved he wasn’t some jerk. She looked back at her phone and considered waiting until tomorrow to text him before deciding to just do it now.

Sophie: Thanks for tonight ~Sophie

Gideon: Anytime (;

#sophideon #sophie collins #gideon lightwood #will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #answered asks

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junosartsthetic · 4 years

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Hello! May I ask for matchups for part 3,4,5 and 7 please? I’m female, straight, german, INFJ, 5w6, Aquarius. 1,59 m tall, long, blonde hair, pale skin, grey-blue eyes and wear glasse, I'm chubby. I’m reserved, introverteask shy, anxious, low self-esteem. I don’t like crowds. I can be distant and very quiet. It’s not easy to get close to me. I’m very cautious around others. I choose my friends carefully. Once I’m with friends I joke around a lot more. Chaotic neutral. I need alone time sometimes

I’m probably the weird one in my friend group, though I’m rather calm. I often daydream about many weird things and/or discuss it with my friends. They often ask me how I even come up with things like that,haha. I like to tease my friends and flirt with them playfully. I curse sometimes, but not much. I also sometimes say perverted things and nobody expects it, because I do look very innocent. I tend to be sarcastic, ironic, kind of blunt, mixed with dark humor and kinda dirty minded. I never intend to offend or hurt anyone, but if I’m really annoyed or angry I will be brutaly honest with my opinion, which I normally prefer to keep to myself. I need time for myself to recharge. I hate to be late and hate to wait, am mostly organised. I like to watch (often horror) movies, read books (especially thrillers), listen to music (I really love the Neighbourhood!

For part 3 I match you with... Avdol!

Will attempt to raise your self-esteem any chance he gets

Says super cheesy things he picked up from being around Polnareff too long

Makes sure you feel comfortable at all times

He will keep a close eye on you and hold your hand to lead you through crowds so you don’t get nervous

He doesn’t mind having a peaceful silence, simply sitting near each other while doing separate activities

Appreciates your honesty

He’ll watch horror with you but will jump occasionally, though assures he isn’t scared

Music is a big hobby for him too, and he’ll play a song while you to simply sit and relax

For part 4 I match you with... Koichi!

He’s a very soft and quiet person sometimes, but when it comes to you he isn’t afraid to speak up

He’ll say great things about you all day if he ever hears you talking bad about yourself

Hates to see you upset

He laughs at all your jokes, and surprisingly, gets almost all of them despite looking so innocent

You two are the couple that nobody messes with despite the cute looks and innocent faces

Loves reading by your side

For part 5 I match you with... Narancia!

He goes into a total giggle fit at any joke you crack

He thinks you’re the funniest person in the world

Loves making you laugh, too

He’ll actively pull out his stand and threaten crowds to part just because he knows you don’t like them

Narancia will be super extra sometimes but that’s just because he loves you and always wants you to feel okay

Your honesty will sometimes shock him, but he appreciates it because he knows if you have an issue you’ll say it

Horror movies are his jam, but he’ll grip your arm the entire time

For part 7 I match you with... Johnny!

You two make each other so happy

He almost never feels down when he’s around you, and the few times he has, you manage to make him forget his worries within minutes

Your jokes always crack him up

He doesn’t care if you curse, he himself swears like a sailor sometimes

Reading books can be boring for him so he usually just offers to be your narrator, reading it aloud and using different voices to keep himself and you entertained

Hope you enjoyed! <3

#jjba matchup #jjba matchups

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blue-fidelity · 4 years

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hi!! can i please have an outsiders ship?? I'm a smol 5’2 girl, super pale, with shoulder length blonde curly hair i alsooo have blue eyes and big glasses because i’m blind. i love reading and photography and watching movies i also love inherently old things like record players and 80s music and movies and stuff like that. uhhhh i’m hella anxious constantly and shy and quiet and scared of everything but like a total hufflepuff and idk what else to sayyyy hope that’s enough thanksssss 🌹

Hi Love 💕! Can we be friends please cause I need another all things 80’s lover in my life 😂❤️. Anywho, I hope you like this 💞.

I ship you with,

Johnny Cade

Your guys personalities would work so well! You both seem really sweet, and I can just see y’all getting flustered around each other all the time. Johnny’s a little anxious boi as well, but he is determined to protect his girl at all costs. You read to him all the time, and love going on dates to the drive in together. You have a collection of polaroids in your room together, and it’s honestly so cute. Dancing around listening to old records is a must. Cutest couple ever.

#the outsiders #the outsider ship #johnny cade

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sprinklesofktrash · 5 years

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NYC || Doyoung Au

Summary: As a New Yorker, you know where to go but once you notice a tourist around you couldn’t help it but to help them. In this case, a famous celebrity.

Word count: 638

Warning: Fluff

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You were walking in the street of New York when someone stop in front of you. He looked pretty lost and he was trying to navigate with his phone. You got to admit, he was very attractive. Pale skin, brown hair, bunny teeth and amazing eyes.

“Can I help you? Are you lost?” You decide to help him. He looks down and quickly let out a shy laugh.

“I-I d-don’t speak good English” He said with a very thick accent. His voice was so soothing, it pleases you.

“Oh, I don’t mind. Where are you going?” You asks. He scratch his head and look around.

“I came with friends, then, boom! They left!” His little sound effects is so cute. You chuckle and try to look around the street.

“I, I come from NCT 127. My first time here, I’m from Korea” he said, pointing around. You nodded.

“Oh! NCT 127!” You gasp, as you realize who they were. Your sister is a big fan. The male chuckles and scratch his head.

“Yeah, Doyoung, my name is Doyoung” he let out his hand for you to shake. You quickly shake his hand.

“Do you know Fifth Avenue?” He asks. Though, you couldn’t understand because of his thick accent but then you realize what he was saying.

“Fifth? Ah yes, let’s go, I’ll take you” you smile. Doyoung just nodded as if he understand what you were saying. He followed you like a lost dog.

As you were walking, you show him around New York. What famous eatery, famous shops and explain what people are doing on the street.

He learns a few things or so. He was really happy for you to help him. He thinks your nice and very pretty. He still didn’t understand half of the things you’re telling him since you talk very fast.

“Ah, where are you from?” Doyoung remember Johnny teaching him some basic English. You slowed down so you were walking beside him.

“I’m from Singapore, but grew up here” you smile. Doyoung nodded.

As you both reach your final destination, Doyoung quickly recognize Johnny’s white jacket and his group’s of friends.

“I, thank you!” He said, bowing at you. You quickly shake it off and told him it’s fine.

“I, uh, can I get an autograph for my sister? She really likes you guys” You asks. It’s true your sister loves them.

“Yes, you can have all” He said. He called out his friends to come. Most of them were relief to see Doyoung. Doyoung explain things to them in Korean and they look down at you.

“Thank you for helping our brother” A small blonde boy said. You blush and nodded. They’re all handsome.

“Here, you can have our album instead of using some price of paper” A really tall black haired male handed you a green album with a pretty view on the album. They all pass it around to sign it. Lastly, it was Doyoung’s turn. He wrote a lot but it’s was okay.

“Thank you again” Doyoung said as he closed the album and hand it to you. You smile and wave goodbye to him. You never thought a day like this would be wonderful.

Once you get home, your sister scream. She ran in your room to show you the album. It was where Doyoung had signed. He wrote some numbers on it.

“HE GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER!” Your sister shriek. You gasp as you took the album from her.

“Is You cannot tell anyone. Or else their company will haunt you!” You warn your sister. She pretend to zip up her mouth and toss the key away.

Later that night, you began texting Doyoung as you both teach each other’s languages. He tried using Google Translate to help him with it. It was really cute.

#kim doyoung #doyoung au #doyoung soft hours #sm nct #nct #nct doyoung #nct soft hours #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2018 #nct fluff #nct blurbs

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hoplesslydevotedtomusic · 5 years

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Hi!! Can I request a Beatles ship? I’m Amy 👋🏻 I’m 5’5, I have chin length blonde hair, and I’m pale and a tad chubby. I’m introverted and on the shy side until you really get to know me (I can talk for hours). I always try to stick up for the underdog. I stress about everything!! I’m a really hard worker when it comes to school. I love to read horror books, watch movies, and doodle. I love autumn, rainy days, and cuddling. I hope this isn’t any trouble. Have a great day love! ❤️

Hiya Amy! You are literal a slightly different version of me. We’re so a like. Pls be my friend.

Because you are basically Freya 2.0, and I ship myself with John, I also ship you with John.

I am not going to say that John would find your height so cute because I am also 5”5”.

Not saying that he wouldn’t.

I’m just not gonna be a hypocrite.

But we’re taller than the average British woman!

This is gonna be like the last ship was.

A Freya x John x Amy ship because I insert myself in every place I possibly can.

So I’m warning you.

When John first met you when you were like 4, friends to lovers hehe, it took him a solid 3 years to become your best friend because of how shy and introverted you are.

Are 4 year olds introverted? I don’t think they are, somehow I don’t think that’s normal. I was a 4 year old introvert, but saying that I’m not normal.

Once he got to know you though, he thought you were literally the best person ever, and the one for him.

At age 7, that makes no sense. But it’s 12 am and I can’t make sense, nor function. But I can’t function no matter what time it is.

John really admires how you always like to include everyone and stick up for everyone who needs sticking up for.

He also admires how hard of a worker you are in school!

Because he wasn’t.

He also calms you down and helps you out when you get stressed.

I relate to the stress thing so much.

Like I’m stressing about school and I haven’t even set foot in the damn place!

He loves a good film and a cuddle with you! Even though we all now that Johnny boi isn’t a big fan of PDA but he’s the most affectionate teddy bear in private.

You and John have the best rainy days. If it’s that welcomed sweet summer rain on a hot day you usually go out in it for a bit and he probably starts performing Singing In The Rain.

If it’s a miserable kind of rain, you make it unmiserable with films and the infamous John Lennon Cuddles™️.

I betcha he proposes in the autumn.

I hope you liked that! I love Johnny so much it’s becoming an issue.

Feel free to request fluffs or anything you fancy!

#john lennon ship #beatles ship #john lennon x you #john lennon fluff

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redhairdontcare732 · 5 years

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Sometimes it Snows in April: Chapter 3

Authors note:

I have no idea how I feel about this update, but here it is anyways!

_Sweet Pea’s POV: _

“You’re on”, Bea practically snarled, hand flying out to shake my own. I chuckled internally at the sight of her; face flushed red, neck tilted back slightly in order to clearly see my face, and her green eyes narrowed to the point that I wasn’t even certain she could even see anymore. If I was being perfectly honest, I had to admit that I found the sight terrifying and adorable in equal parts. To my extreme annoyance, no matter how irritating I found her at times-- especially when she defended assholes like Andrews-- I still found her somehow intriguing. Bea wasn’t like any other girl I’d met; she was tall, confident, funny, tough, and stubborn as all get out. Fuck, she may be even more stubborn than me. Regardless, I was the master of evading my feelings, and I would be damned if I was going to get involved with another Jones kid.

I grasped her hand tightly, ignoring the way my mind noted how soft it was and how, though it was relatively smaller than my own, I wasn’t nervous about breaking it like I was with most girls. Breaking away from her and my thoughts, I strode over to my favorite table and began racking up the balls. After a few moments I felt the small hairs prick up on the back of my neck and I knew that she'd arrived for the game. Without turning to look, I asked,

“So princess, you want to break or do you want to just give up now?”.

She rolled her eyes in irritation, and I couldn't help the rush of pride I felt in the reaction my short quip caused in her.

“You go ahead and break”, she stated firmly, grabbing a nearby cue and leaning on the table. Her face was still pink-tinged from our previous interaction, but the expression on her face had smoothed into an unreadable mask. If I didn't know any better I would say that she was bored with our game already. I shrugged as I stepped up to the table.

“Your funeral”, I muttered before expertly breaking the set, the solid orange ball sinking into a pocket almost immediately.

“You're stripes”, I dead panned as I lined up my next shot.

“You don't say”, Bea replied dryly. She was leaned up against her cue, arms still crossed on her chest, but her face had softened some. She no longer held a look like she was plotting to stab me in my sleep, so I took that as a positive sign.

“You know you can back out any time, I won't judge you”, I mentioned lightly as I sunk two more of my solids. Bea chuckled lightly and shook her head.

“Ditto to you Jolly Green Giant”, she quipped good naturedly as I missed an easy shot.

I scoffed as she inched her leather jacket off her shoulders and took a spot across the table to line up her first shot. I couldn't help but allow my eyes to freely roam over the new expanse of her arms and shoulders, now visible in her small black tank top. Though she'd been around here long enough now, I realized suddenly that I'd never seen her bare arms until this moment. Her skin was as pale as Jughead's, and looked smooth and soft as it practically glowed under the cheap bulbs that hung overhead. To my slight surprise, the majority of her right arm was covered in an intricate tattoo. Blood red roses and nautical stars weaved artfully around her bicep, ending near the crook of her elbow. Over her left shoulder I saw the petals of a more realistic looking flower peeking up from under the thin straps of her shirt.

“You know I, take it back”, Bea's voice broke me out of my thoughts.Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and cleared my throat uncomfortably. “I will absolutely judge you if you back out now”.

I laughed genuinely, but the sound was caught in my throat as I watched her effortlessly sink the blue and red balls one after the other. She noted my shock, and the look of barely contained glee that overtook her features only fueled the gaping look I'm sure was on my face. She swiftly made her way around the table and sidled up near me to line up her next shot.

“Where'd you learn to play like that?”, I demanded, tone a little more harsh than I intended. Bea chuckled as she leaned over the table.

“Shocking isn't it?”, she quipped. Her voice was even, but I could practically feel the way her words dripped with sarcasm and contempt.

“It's almost as if you aren't the only one who grew up in dingy bars learning to play”, she continued, eyes trained on the game in front of us. “Seems for all your big talk you never even considered the fact that you don't actually know the first thing about me”.

I stood dumbfounded as I watched her masterfully sink yet another shot; she now had five of her stripes to my three. I crossed my arms petulantly across my chest as I watched her stand up to her full height and cast me a smile that could only be described as a smirk. I’d honestly hadn’t worried about the possibility of losing a game in years; it was time to start playing dirty. Shaking my head, I walked slowly over to stand just behind the blonde girl, vehemently ignoring the way my heart rate increased at the sight of her plump ass bent over in such close proximity to my body.

“Oh and I suppose you know all about me, huh doll?”, I replied quietly, voice bordering on a whisper and lips so close to the shell of her ear that I was certain she could feel the heat of my breath on her. To my extreme satisfaction, I felt a shiver run through every inch of Bea’s body as I spoke, and I couldn’t prevent the devious smirk that overtook my face in response. She over-shot her next move, sending the green ball flying wide from it’s intended pocket. A feeling I could only describe as pride coursed through my body like a crashing river as I watched the Jones girl straighten up and felt the way her strong form tensed even more after she realised her shot. The feeling dissipated as quickly as it’d come once she turned an about face and was suddenly toe to toe with me. Blood rushed to my neck and face as I realized with a start just how close we currently were. Round face mere inches from my own, I could feel every breath she took and I was immediately drawn into her gaze. Her eyes were like two deep, emerald pools of emotion boring into my own dark hues; her expression was placid, unreadable, but the way her chest rose and fell with each breath betrayed her irritation and interest in our encounter.

“So that’s how we’re gonna play this, huh?”, she practically purred, lips mere centimeters from my own. As palpable electricity coursed between us like a current, a part of me was overcome with the urge to slam her body further into the table behind her and close the gap between our lips. Another, more rational part of me was practically screaming to ignore this urge at all costs and to turn tail and run.

Thankfully, the majority of my brain was currently in too much of a state of shock to act upon either impulse, and I merely ended up frozen in place. Mind racing in overdrive, I attempted to short through the virtual tornado of feelings and thoughts that ran through my brain in order to figure out a response that I wouldn’t end up regretting later. Hoping, somewhat futilely, that Bea couldn’t sense my internal struggle I wound up simply smirking not-so-innocently at the girl in front of me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about sweetheart”, I responded as casually as I could manage, face never backing away any further from hers. “But I do believe it’s my shot”.

Still mere inches from my own, I watched and held my breath as two of the most intriguing almond shaped eyes I’d ever seen narrowed slightly before Bea’s face broke out into a look of such pure sin that I felt a shiver of electricity pulse through my entire body. She slunk out of the cage created by the edge of the table and my own body lightly and moved to stand on the other side.

“Big mistake Sweets”, I vaguely heard her retreating form mutter as I fought to return my pounding heart rate back to some semblance of a normal rate.

I seriously needed to get a grip. I never let girls get to me like this, or anyone really for that matter. Typically I was totally in control in these types of situations; understanding how to push just the right buttons to get the reactions I wanted while remaining wholly disinterested myself was a skill I’d perfected over the years, but it was a skill that it seemed I'd completely lost today. To my endless frustration, ever since I’d met Bea that day at school any semblance of control or dominance I had over a situation or even my own thoughts had been completely absent. More and more as I interacted with Bea my mind had only been able to draw one coherent thought.

I was fucked.

In a last ditch effort to conceal my inner struggle, I simply bent over the table and I lined up a relatively easy shot and sunk another ball.

“Really though, where did you learn to play like that?”, I asked casually, hoping my obvious curiosity was at least somewhat masked. My eyes were trained on the game in front of me, hoping it seemed like I was absentmindedly looking for my next play.

“When Johnny moved me away he was even less of a father than he was here if you can believe it”, she answered, voice practically dripping with poorly concealed contempt. “I ditched him pretty early on, and I needed to find some way to make money. So, after years spent in places like this, I figured using my age and cute little innocent face to my advantage was the quickest way to get some cash”.

“So you hustled people for money?”, I concluded, gaze finally locking back with hers. She smiled deviously once more before shrugging. I couldn’t help the rush of emotions that flooded me with just this one simple admission; anger at the insinuation of the realities of her childhood, amusement at the obvious way she’d come to be so good at pool, and strangest of all a sense of pride in her skills and the way she'd come about them.

“ As I'm sure you can imagine the necessity of winning certainly helped me learn quickly” she finished. Her tone was nonchalant, but I could almost feel the desperation that laced her words. Underneath her tough attitude still lay a frightened little girl who didn't know where her next meal was coming from. I was a little taken aback at the fierce urge to protect the blonde girl in front of me. Clearly she could take care of herself, but I couldn't help the surge of possessiveness I felt after the small glimpse into her upbringing.

“Makes sense”, I muttered as I leaned back over the table to line up another shot. Confidence swelling as it normally did when I played, I readied a snarky remark as I prepared to tie our scores. The comment never came; the words died in my throat as my eyes met the most jarring thing I'd ever seen and my shot missed its target by inches.

Bea was casually leaning forward on the table, elbows resting comfortably on the edge. The thin fabric of her tank top was noticeably lower than when we'd started, revealing more of her soft flesh than my eyes had ever been fortunate enough to see before. Her chest was pressed up against her arms, and the resulting attention drawn to her ample cleavage left me unable to look anywhere else. Any option of my expression remaining even close to impassive immediately flew out the window. Her strong features were practically oozing sex; green eyes sparkling with amusement and an emotion I couldn't quite place, and her cheeks were flushed with a delicious pink tint that only enhanced her already rosy complexion. In that brief moment as I was taken aback the small part of me that had been urging me to whisk her away and claim her as mine overcame me, and it nearly overpowered the rational part of my brain that'd succeeded thus far at keeping the Jones girl at arms length. My palms became clammy, and heat rushed to every inch of my body.

With great effort, I managed to tear my gaze away from the girl and straighten up to my full height. Bea smirked once more, eyes locked with mine as she gauged my reaction.

“Problem Sweets?”, she grinned. Her body oozed amusement and pride as she snickered, but my mind couldn't help but note that she was still bent over the table.

Still dazed, the realization of the obvious way she was manipulating me slowly entered my consciousness. I was certain I was going to be annoyed later, but currently I couldn't be bothered with any thoughts that didn't involve the girl in front if me or my desperate attempts to bring myself back to reality. To my vague embarrassment, I was sure it was evident just how much I was at a complete loss.

“What the fuck”, I muttered, shaking my head in another attempt to clear the fog that had invaded my brain.

“Sure you don’t want to back out Pea?”, Bea’s voice broke through the lingering jumble of thoughts running through my mind. Evidently Bea had taken full advantage of my momentary lack of attention and had already sunk another shot. Just as I’d predicted, a wave of irritation coursed through me as the realization of just how effortlessly she’d played me hit me like a truck. If her smug expression was any indication, Bea knew it too. What had I gotten myself into?

Choosing to stay silent, I simply crossed my arms and glared at her. Bea snickered lightly as she sunk her final stripe and poised herself to shoot the 8-ball in for her win. I rolled my eyes and mentally prepared myself for the vicious taunts and jabs that I was sure she was formulating for her victory.

Never one to do what I expected, Bea surprised me by standing up slowly from her stance and circling the table as she moved closer to me. Her face was marginally softer than previously, and she finally stopped when she was only an arm’s length from me.

“Just so we’re clear, when I win”, she began only to be cut off by my scoff. She raised an eyebrow at my obvious irritation, but paused only momentarily before continuing.

“When I win, you are going to stop with the whole ‘Northside vs. Southside’ bullshit yeah?”, she finished, long arms coming to cross in front of her chest and eyebrow still quirked with curiosity. I rolled my eyes once more, annoyance radiating from my every pore.

“Games not over yet doll”, I practically growled. Now it was Bea’s turn to roll her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly, no doubt about to speak a snappy retort, so I quickly finished. “But that was the deal yeah. I won’t bring it up anymore. While you’re around anyways”.

Seemingly satisfied, the blonde beauty nodded curtly once.

“Okay. So if a game of pool gets me out of that, then what do I have to do to get you to drop the whole brooding, ‘I don’t trust anyone’ facade?”, she breathed lightly, emerald eyes locking with mine once more. Gone were the sparks of amusement and smug pride; all that remained was a look of such hopeful sincerity that it stole whatever smartass comment I had prepared.

“Cause I don’t know if you got the message or not, but I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. So I think it’d make both of our lives easier if we could just be friends”, she finished.

“You really want to be around me that bad, huh sweetheart?”, I smirked, chuckling at the flash of annoyance that crossed her soft features momentarily before her face returned to it’s previous gentle expression.

“You wish”, she giggled. “But seriously Pea, what’s it gonna take to get you to relax around me?”.

I exhaled tensely through my nose as my mind raced with a number of possible replies. I could always go with my usual sarcastic deflection like my rational brain wanted. Or, I could man up and tell Bea the reality of how I felt about getting to know her better like the ever growing part of me wanted to do. Truthfully, when Bea had first barged her way into my life it’d been relatively easy to keep my distance, but with each passing day it became harder for me to remind myself of all the reasons I was trying to keep her out of my life. She’d wormed her way into Toni and Fangs’ trust, and each time she’d made an appearance my rationale for disliking her seemed more and more flimsy. Certainly she fit in better than with us than her poser of a cousin. Admittedly, I thought Bea was pretty okay to be around; she’d proven herself to be funny, sarcastic, laid back, and more down to earth than I’d originally predicted, and even I had to admit that I genuinely enjoyed having her around. More so than I’d ever willingly admit out loud.

Not really ready to tell Bea any of that and unsure of what to say, I opened my mouth to respond and was abruptly (and mercifully) cut off by the sudden entrance of a certain beanie-clad asshole. I scoffed loudly in contempt.

“Looks like this Northsider is lost”, I spat. Bea’s head snapped to mine and I shrugged as I sent a smirk in her direction.

“Sorry doll, old habits die hard”, I drawled, amused.

Bea rolled her eyes at me, but the way the corners of her plump lips quirked upwards clued me in that she was more amused than she let on. I chuckled at her reaction in such a fond way that I was a little annoyed at myself for letting my guard down.

“Jug, what’re you doing here?”, she questioned. His eyebrows furrowed deeper and I had to stop another scoff threatening to escape.

“I could ask you the same thing”, he shot back, clearly displeased with his cousin’s presence in the Wyrm. This time I couldn’t help but grunt with irritation. Bea belonged here more than he did. Evidently, she felt the same; her face twisted into an adorable scowl and her arms came to rest across her chest once more.

“I literally hang out here everyday Jug”, she snapped. “You on the other hand avoid this place like the plague, so again I ask, what’re you doing here?”.

“I’m over being half a serpent”, he replied more calmly than before.

“Wow”, I snapped, interrupting the two. “You will do anything to protect your Northside buddies”.

“What the fuck does that even mean Jug?”, Bea questioned, ignoring me and staring her cousin down with a look of such anger that I was almost feeling bad for Jones. In the past weeks I'd been on the receiving end of one of Bea's furious stares on more than one occasion, and I'd learned quickly that it was not a safe place to be.

“It means I wanna stand with you guys “, Jughead replied, locking eyes with Bea briefly before looking around to the other members who’d gathered by now to watch their interaction. “My father was a Serpent. He led you”.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in irritation. So just because his dad was a Serpent he thought he could just become one himself? He didn’t care about becoming a Serpent, he just wanted to make his life and his Bulldog friends’ lives easier. Finding that the crowd of fellow serpents were not in agreement with his sentiment, I watched as Jughead internally shifted his argument before speaking up once more.

“Tall boy is the one who gave me this jacket”, he continued, pointing out the older man in defiance. “It’s time I finally start wearing it”.

“You stupid fuck”, Bea muttered, shaking her head in disgust. I couldn’t help but find myself feeling slightly proud and pleased that she seemed to be on the same page as me. Bea wasn’t a serpent, but she was miles fucking closer than Jughead.

“So”, Tall Boy drawled, finally entering the conversation from where he stood at a nearby pool table. “Now you wanna be a Serpent ,huh? Let’s see if you survive the initiation first”.

To his credit, Jughead stood his ground as the older man approached, and his expression remained stoic at his insinuation. At some point, Bea had ended up much closer to me than before, and I could feel the way her body shook with what I assumed was anger. A glance over to her round face only confirmed this assessment; her previously gentle features were now stoney and cold, cheeks flushed with a red color that was different than that during our game, and her hands were balled up across her chest so tightly I was borderline concerned for her circulation. I reached a hand before my brain could even catch up with the action, and rested my palm against her bare shoulder in silent support in an effort to calm the angry girl. Bea’s face snapped up, wild green eyes meeting mine before softening marginally.

“He’s a god-damned moron. He has no interest in you guys, I don’t know what his game is”, she muttered echoing my earlier thoughts. The spots where the pads of my fingers and palms met the impossibly smooth skin of her shoulder tingled with almost painful sparks of electricity. Her skin had looked soft from afar, but I could've never imagined it to feel like this. To my unexpected delight, Bea didn't draw back from my touch, but rather leaned backwards so her back was more solidly attached to my front. A wave of heat rushed through me as my brain finally registered the actions my body had taken and my face flushed with what I was certain was an embarrassing flush of color.

“Bea…”, I murmured, racking my brain to think of something, anything to say that would lessen the beautiful girl's obvious annoyance.

“It's fine Pea. But I'd better go talk to him. Or rather go smack some sense into that beanie holder he calls a brain”, she quipped lightly, turning to face me fully. My hand fell from her body lamely and returned to my side, small ghosts of electricity still stinging here or there as it did so. I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly.

“And you don't have to worry about it”, I blurted out, mouth seconds faster than my brain was processing. Bea's thick brows furrowed slightly before raising one in confusion.

“Worry about Jughead?”, she snorted. “Please, he won't make it past the threshold without getting an earful from me, you can count on that”.

I barked out a chuckle at the mental image of the spitfire in front of me squaring up with her comparatively taller cousin, sure that she would intimidate the living hell out of him regardless. I'd pay to see Jones taken down a peg, and having Bea be the one to do it would be hilariously satisfying.

“Uhm yeah no, I mean about me”, I cleared my throat again uneasy feeling returning to me with full force. Bea's brows remained furrowed as she waited patiently, clearly wanting me to continue.

“I just...you're alright Jones. I'll try not to give you so much shit”, I finished lamely, pulse racing for reasons unknown. Expression morphing from confusion to something I couldn't quite place, Bea's face eventually broke out into an ear splitting grin.

“Alright?”, she giggled, eyebrow squirming up once more, this time in accusation. Ignoring the way my stomach flipped at her adorable look of happiness, I rolled my eyes.

“Don't make me regret this Bea”, came my sarcastic reply. Bea chuckled.

“Oh I'm absolutely going to make you regret it Sweetest Pea”, she murmured lowly. Stomach dropping low in my body, I felt my entire body tense at her words, though not in fear, but rather in some kind of anticipation. There was some kind of undercurrent to her simple statement that was sending my nerves into a tailspin, and fuck if the way she was looking right now didn't do things to me. Her eyes had somehow darkened from an emerald to a deep mossy green, and she peered up at my face through her fan of dark lashes. I felt my mind immediately go blank as she peered upwards and our eyes locked.

She was the first to break our staring contest after what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds in reality. She turned and began to walk away before stopping abruptly. She smirked deviously before leaning back over the table just in front of me, ass sticking out more inches from me, and sinking her final ball, effectively finishing our game.

“Almost forgot”, she whispered lowly, smirking in my face, clearly amused by my dumbfounded expression. She wiggled her fingers as if to say goodbye before finally walking away, presumably to go find Jughead.

I let out a breath I hadn't even known I was holding, and unconsciously leaned against the pool table for support. I wasn't entirely sure what'd just happened, but I knew without a doubt that something had fundamentally changed. I found myself shaking my head to myself once more as I wondered silently what the fuck I'd just gotten myself into.

#sweetpeaxoc #Sweetpea #sweet pea #Sweetpeaimagine #bea jones #jones oc #sometimes it snows in april #riverdale #riverdale fic #update #southsideserpents #riverdale southside

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penisparkerman · 6 years

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Ok ok here me out, a Steve x reader where they both have feelings for each other and one night at the compound the reader teaches Steve how to dance and it’s all loosely based on the scene in Dirty Dancing where they are dancing to ‘Hey Baby’?

ask and you shall receive :^)

IM A SAP OKAY

the compound was empty for once, not a hero or god or even android in sight.

steve relished in the rare peace and was happy to find that the television was all his for the night. usually he’d be fighting bucky or clint over the remote, only for it to be taken out of their hands by a smug natasha. not tonight, though. tonight was steve’s night.

so there he was, captain america, national icon and america’s sweetheart, sprawled lazily across the couch while clicking mindlessly through television shows, hair a blonde mess and clothes all ruffled and mussed up. he groaned in displeasure when he came across yet another chick flick, all romantic cliches and a sickenly sweet plot that made him disgusted… and slightly envious if he were being honest.

steve could only watch, slightly intrigued as the innocent baby was being taught how to swivel her hips by the roguish johnny, snorting at the awkwardness of it all. he tensed when he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming his way and made to sit up, but a set of small hands pushed him down gently by the shoulders. “hey stevie,” your soothing voice in his ear had him melting in his place, body slumping back into the cushions. “whatcha watchin’ there?”

his eyes brightened upon seeing your face and your plump lips pulled into a smile as you gazed fondly down on him. “romance movie,” he said, cheeks growing embarrassingly warm the longer you stared at him. “i was just-” he was cut off by your excited squeal and suddenly, you’re plopping down on the couch and leaning back against his outstretched legs. a wide grin adorned your face and his heart stuttered at the sight.

“dirty dancing! i love this movie!”, you exclaimed, smacking gently at his knee when you caught sight of him raising his eyebrows. “oh shush steve! it’s not what you think!”

steve’s lips parted to respond, but all thoughts of teasing you were thrown out the window when he caught sight of what you were wearing. you were swaddled in an oversized hoodie, looking ridiculously cute and tiny with your sweater paws. then he saw your bare legs and wow, would you look at that. your hoodie barely brushed the top of your smooth thighs and he sighed in relief (and slight disappointment, but let’s not get into that) when he saw your shorts peeking out from beneath your hoodie.

christ, if only you knew how much he longed for you. for your touch, your affection, your presence; he just wanted all of you.

he was shaken out of his stupor when he heard a loud “aww!” and he quickly shook his head to rid himself of the lovesick haze he was under, feeling ashamed for ogling you so blatantly. he turned his head to focus on the television instead, watching as baby and johnny dance goofily on a log. steve felt his lips twitch in amusement when he heard you squeal again, your hand slapping at his knee repeatedly. “oh my god steve, look at them! they’re so cute!”, you babbled, hands waving around animatedly as you continued to talk about how cute of a couple they were.

you stopped your enthusiastic rambling when you heard the deep rumble of steve’s laughter and you looked at him in awe as he threw his head back to laugh some more.

he was gorgeous.

his eyes were a perfect spring sky, squinted in mirth and gleaming beautifully with glee, his smile warmer than the gentle sun. you were enthralled by this man, this beautiful man with a heart of gold and with looks that can rival a god’s.

after a silent debate with yourself, you took the remote and turned the television off, his laughter dying down only to be replaced with confusion. “________?” you turned to face him, putting on a brave face as to not give away your anxiety.

“dance with me?” you grinned and held an expecting hand out to him. you watched with slight trepidation as his face fell, a frown on those pretty lips.

“i’m sorry, i-i can’t.”

you quickly pushed the disappointment that began to creep around your heart, not one to back down without a fight. “c’mon cap, don’t you wanna dance with me?”

god does he want to, especially when you were looking at him like that. with your pleading eyes and kissable lips pursing into the cutest pout he’s ever seen. it drove him crazy.

“oh doll…” steve sighed, carding a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous fashion. “i do want to dance with you. trust me, i do. i just- i’ve never really…”, he trailed off, averting his gaze from you.

“danced before?” your lips curled into a frown, wanting those baby blue eyes on you.

“i was frozen before i ever could.”

his bitterness did not go unnoticed by you and you reached out to take his hand in yours, twining your fingers through his. “steve.” his pale cheeks flooded with red, he lightly squeezed your hand and peered up at you through his lashes. “it’s okay, steve. i can teach you.” your smile was reassuring, eyes gentle and kind.

god damnit, he was whipped.

at his reluctant nod, you cheered and hurriedly stood up, pulling at his hand. “friday, could you play ‘hey baby’ by bruce channel?”, you called. your breath hitched as steve rose to his full height, hands still intertwined and body so close to yours. you didn’t even notice the music was playing until steve pointed it out, his eyebrows raised in delight.

“this song is pretty catchy ________.” you hummed in agreement and stepped even closer to him, forehead to chin, chest to chest. you heard his sharp inhale, wondered if he was just as affected as you were.

“put your hand on my hip.”, you instructed. he obeyed, of course, but not without dying a million times inside at the mere thought of touching you and holding you this close. his hand met the soft material of your hoodie, teeth digging into the soft expanse of his bottom lip. “pull me closer.” your honeyed voice whispered in his ear, quiet and rich, a shuddering breath leaving his mouth.

he tugged you by the hip, crushing your bodies together. he’s overwhelmed by your scent, a sweet vanilla penetrating his senses, leaving him pleasantly dizzy. “what next?”, he whispered himself, voice like gravel and laced with want.

“you let the music move you.”

your body fit him perfectly and together as one, you swayed slowly to the music. he could feel your soft breath on his neck, your warmth in his arms, your hand in his.

’She’s so pretty, Lord, she’s fine I’m gonna make her mine, all mine Hey, hey baby I want to know if you’ll be my girl’

steve chuckled at the irony and stepped back to twirl you around then back into his embrace, your giggles a melody of their own. “i want to know,” he began to sing, looking down at the beaming you. “if you’ll be my girl.”

if only you knew he meant it.

“hey, hey baby.”, you sang as well, letting go of his hand and securely wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i want to know if you’ll be my girl.” his free hand slid down your slide to rest on your other hip, noticing the hitch of your breath, the shyness of your smile. the song came to a smooth end, the music fading.

he knew what he had to do.

the playfulness was gone and replaced with an intensity you’ve never seen in steve. the music was gone now, your quiet breaths the only sound. still, he said, “i want to know if you’ll be my girl.”

your blinding smile was enough of an answer for him.

his mouth pressed down on yours tenderly, his lips softer and less chapped than you expected, but addicting. your arms pulled him closer, closer, closer until there’s no more space left to give.

he’s dreamt of this moment, this kiss, always his imagination. but now he knew; how you tasted, the feel of your lips on his, the heat of your body. “i love you,” he muttered, kissing you again and again. “i love you…”

“i love you too.”, you breathed, running your fingers through his golden locks, twirling it around your fingers. “i love you steve.”

you danced the night away, swaying to a silent rhythm, making up for lost time.

steve couldn’t have asked for a better date.

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