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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years

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Truly Yours

Summary: Moving to Korea from China had to be the hardest thing Yanan ever had to do. But if you love something and it comes back it was truly yours. If it never does it never truly was.

Do or Not Series

Little sad ends happy

Word Count: 1,517

Yanan X Reader

Requested: Hello could i request a yanan imagine where he is your ex and still pining, but you guys haven't seen each other in years? I leave ur imagination for the rest, as long as it's a fluff happy ending ((((: thank u xx

Some days are rougher than others when you sit only a few feet away from him. So beautiful yet so unaware of it, he hasn’t seen you in years. But every time he sees you, whether it's a picture frame or in person, it’s like his heart stops, and he’s a whole new man. You haven’t noticed him yet, and that's what he’s counting on. He hides behind the newspaper, peeking out every so often to see the way you laugh at what your friends say. How he wishes to make you laugh like that again, but as far as he knows, he’s the only one who still has feelings for you. It’s been four years, yet he can’t get over you.

It wasn’t a bad ending to a relationship, but it wasn’t great. Ending something with someone you love is something you never wish to do. Yet, it had to happen you both had separate dreams, yours in China and his in Korea. It broke his heart into a million pieces to leave you, but it was for the better. While you two would have remained loyal to each other. You two were still young and deserved to explore and learn more about yourselves. It doesn’t mean that the heartbreak didn’t hurt, but it was for the better, so you guys didn’t hurt each other.

He has changed a lot since then he followed his dream of being a singer in Korea. Grew more into his features and learned that he still loved you. Yet he had no way of contacting you when he moved he lost all of his connections. He changed his number and sacrificed most of his friendships for the idol life. It was grueling and miserable, but he did whatever it took to follow his dream. And to see you here in Seoul, he couldn’t help but feel his whole world come spinning to a halt. But how does he approach you now, and how long have you been here? But most importantly, were you here because you wanted him too?

--[Your pov]--

It’s been four years, and my mind has never once stopped thinking about my ex-lover, Yanan. Sometimes it is subtle, like our song playing on the radio or seeing someone his height. Leaving me breathless, and sometimes I would have to pause and do a double-take. And then when I started seeing him perform on TVs inside window fronts. The love I felt for him rushes back full force. When I figured out what group he was in, I became a huge supporter. Buying albums and merch, proudly showing my bias Yanan, how could you not bias Yanan. My best friend, giggling at me whenever I wear things with his name on them and how my heart still belongs to him.

We started dating in our senior year before, that we were just neighbors. We would walk to school and home together and talk about miscellaneous things. Introducing each other to different artists, sharing earbuds as we walked together. It wasn’t hard to fall for him; he was always so kind, honest, and cute. I miss him bursting out into laughter at something one of our mutual friends would say. Or if I was lucky something I said or those quiet moments,... Where we would be listening to music in my treehouse and thinking about the future.

It would be in that very treehouse where he would tell me that he was, finally, going to move to South Korea to pursue his dream of being an idol. We both cried and wiped each other’s tears before I encouraged him to go and follow his dreams. Who was I to hold him back from his dreams? If you love someone, you set them free you let them be their own person. Let them find themselves, and then if you’re lucky, you’ll find each other again and fall in love all over again.

Those three years we dated were the best years of my life. The highlight, because he was there to experience those years with me. So when the opportunity arrived that I could move to South Korea and still work at my dream job, I seized it without a second thought because it meant that I had a chance of seeing Yanan again. I wasn’t going to pass that up for the world. My parents and friends were sad to see me go, but they knew why and held me before I left. I promised to keep in contact and video chat whenever I had the chance. I wonder if, after all these years, he still feels the same. But alas, even if he doesn't, maybe we can be in contact again at least? That would ease my heartache a little.

It took me a month to finally settle, and I finally have a few friends in this new place. Who knew making new friends is a lot harder than it portrays on tv? We are going to a cafe for some coffee before we head to our separate jobs. Well, today I’m off, so I’ll be taking more things out of boxes to settle more into my new apartment. After meeting up with my friends, Yuqi and Kun. They make my day since we can speak to each other in a mixture of Chinese and Korean together. We arrive together and order our coffee and get a few pastries. We are sitting down and chatting when I notice someone reading a newspaper. Who does that nowadays? I roll my eyes, but something in my brain is hitting me over the head. Telling me that person feels familiar, but I don’t know anyone in Korea. I let it leave my brain and enjoy my friend's company. “--Then Minnie tells me I was the one snoring!” I can’t help but laugh, “Well, do you snore?” Kun asks, and she rolls her eyes, “That’s not the point--” I smirk, “It most certainly is a part of it.” She groans, “Why am I friends with you guys?!” We shrug, “Just lucky I guess,...” I trail off when I notice Newspaper get up. When they put the newspaper down, my jaw hits the floor. And I’m holding onto the table to keep myself from falling out of my chair.

Yuqi smirks, noticing she can deflect the teasing onto me, “Cutie at 11 O’Clock~.” Kun gasps and whispers, “That’s not any cutie,... that’s Yanan from Pentagon--.” I shake my head and barely can get out the words, “I know.” Before he approaches and says, “(Y/n)?” I nod and gulp Yugi whispers, “You know him?” I nod and she goes, “Why didn’t you introduce us earlier--” I cut her off, “Yanan, it’s nice to see you again.” He smiles, and my heart nearly pops out of my chest. He rubs the back of his neck, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but do you mind if I talk to you?” I shake my head ‘no’ and shake off the nerves my brain set aflame. I leave my drink at the table and whisper as I follow him out, “I’ll tell you guys later.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,...” He says barely above a whisper, and I look him in the eyes for the first time in four years. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you again.” He nods, “Why are you here?” I tell him about how my job offered me a transfer and how I couldn’t refuse because I knew he’d be there. Our cheeks are red, and I wish to say it was from the cold, but it’s a nice warm spring day. I whisper loud enough for him to hear, “I missed you, Yanan.” He grins and chuckles, and my heart ignites, “I missed you too, (Y/n).” I scratch the back of my neck and say, “Would it be too soon to say I still love you?” He shakes his head, “No,... I’m in love with you too. I’m so glad you’re here.” He pulls me into his arms, and I feel comforted instantly.

We walk back in together, hand and hand. And introduce our relationship to them with bright smiles adorning our faces. We sit across from each other while we still engage in conversation. We’re busy staring into each other’s eyes, getting lost all over again. “The company will need me in about ten, so I’ll see you three later?” Yuqi asks, and the three of us nod and before she gets far. Kun tells her to wait up so they can walk to their respective companies. They yell, “Toodles, love birds!” We laugh, and we stay like that, exchanging small talk.

And that’s how it starts all over again, back in each other’s arms. This time never letting go, knowing this is what you truly want and need. For if you love something and it comes back to you, it is truly yours. Outside of his practice room is where we share our second ‘first’ kiss. “I love you, (Y/n).” Not a beat later, “I love you too, Yanan.”

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cognacdelights · 4 years

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i wonder about something angstyy where indie comes to jj very upset because her and john b got into an argument or vice versa, maybe jj comes to her because of his dad, i think it would be interesting to see their emotional relationship with each other u know? love your writing bro xx

thank you so much, that really means a lot to me! Also, I got carried away with this one...

warnings: violence, injuries

JJ pushed open the corrugated steel door, the keys to the recovery truck nonchalantly dangling around his middle finger. His steel-toe-capped boots were heavy against the concrete floor as he strolled casually through the workshop after responding to an emergency call out in Figure Eight; jump starting a Porsche for a clueless trophy wife who was late for her yoga class.

As soon as he heard the corrugated steel slamming against the rusted door frame, his boss pulled his head from the beneath the bonnet of the battered and bruised Volkswagen Beetle which he had been working on all morning. JJ casually nodded towards his boss, acknowledging him, “just a jump start. Took me longer to actually get there than it did to get her car running.”

“Easy money, don’t knock it,” Joe responded with a slight laugh - the kind which consisted merely of a rapid huff of air being expelled from his nose. His grease stained hands reached for the chipped mug of coffee that rested against the cluttered work bench as his beady, malachite eyes watched JJ as he waded through the mounds of tyres and unused car parts. “There’s someone for you in the office,” he nodded his head in the direction of the small, box room in the corner of the workshop, before taking a sip of his coffee.

As he neared the paint-splattered door, he spied the familiar chestnut waves through the two frosted pains of glass. His calloused palm pushed down against the broken door handle, alerting the petite brunette to his presence instantly. The cushioned office chair slowly swivelled round and his sapphire eyes were met with two puffy, glazed-over orbs and an accompanying pair of tear-stained cheeks. Indie.

A deep exhale surpassed his chewed-up lips as he took a few cautious steps towards her, a pang of anguish tugging on his heart strings as he fully embraced the state of the teary-eyed girl before him. He discarded the recovery truck keys on the paperwork-filled desk as he crouched before her, his clammy palms resting against the exposed skin of her thighs and his thumb rubbing tenderly across her the cellulite-plagued plains.

“What happened?” his concern-riddled voice rose barely above a whisper as his soft, sapphire eyes peered upwards at her.

“John B threw me out,” Indie divulged with a sorry-for-herself sniffle, her tone croaky as her strained throat struggled to push the words out.

“He threatens that every other week, but he’s yet to actually follow through with it,” JJ offered his comfort. However, his instincts - rightfully - convinced him there was more to the situation; Indie and John B had been trapped in a tumultuous cycle of explosive arguments for months on end, but never had she turned up to the workshop in such a state before - especially when she was under strict orders from both JJ and his boss to stay away.

“This time was different,” she elaborated her previous explanation as she choked out a sob, “he literally threw me out of the chateau.” Slowly, she twisted her arm to reveal the sore-looking graze which expanded down the length of her forearm, that she had acquired as her petite frame collided with the splinter-riddled boards of the decking.

JJ sucked in a sharp breath of air, attempting to remain calm for Indie’s sake. He often played the role of Switzerland during their heated exchanges, patching up the holes on both sides of the conflict. However, this time, John B had crossed the line by laying a hand on her; in fact, he had more than crossed it - he had pole vaulted over it, and at some velocity. His lips pursed into a thin line as he inspected the wound; luckily, there were no splinters caught in the graze, although it was clogged with dirt and sand particles.

“I didn’t mean to smash dad’s ashtray. It was an accident,” another sorrowful sob crawled out from the back of her throat as her waterline brimmed with fresh tears, “I was looking for my lighter and it just fell off the table. He just started yelling at me, telling me that I was good for nothing and a waste of space. Then he threw me out and locked the door behind me. He never locks the door.” Her eyes glistened with an ever-flowing stream of tears as an inky trail of mascara meandered down her paling complexion.

“It’s just an ashtray, Squirt. It can be fixed,” JJ reassured her in his soft tone. He pulled open the bottom draw of the desk, retrieving the first aid kit from beneath a pile of miscellaneous clutter. Dampening a cotton ball with hydrogen peroxide, his indigo eyes flickered upwards to meet hers momentarily - showcasing the anger that was laced within the pearl-like speckles. “I need you to be brave for me now, pretty girl, because this is going to sting like a bitch.”

“Just do it,” Indie nodded with another sniffle, a stray tear dropping onto the bare flesh of her thigh.

“That’s my girl,” he encouraged her with an understanding smile as he tenderly dabbed with hydrogen-peroxide-soaked cotton ball against the graze. Indie grimaced immediately at the contact, fighting an internal battle to not flinch, as the stringing sensation consumed her. Carefully, he cleaned the wound as best as he could with the minimal supplies he had to work with, making sure to rid the wound of all the sand particles, at least. He then placed a gentle, tender kiss against the graze before attentively covering it with a large band aid.

Indie leaned forwards, coiling her arms around his neck tightly and burying her face into the crook of his neck. She breathed in his comforting smell - the specific concoction of sweat, weed and his favourite cheap aftershave comforting her instantly. Feeling the strain on his ankles, JJ languidly stood from his crouching position, pulling the petite girl to her feet in the process. His muscular arms entrapped her against his toned chest and his lips pressed loving kisses against her temple as she stood almost on the tips of her toes.

“I don’t know what to do,” Indie admitted solemnly, her slender silhouette shaking with each grievous sob.

“I do,” JJ replied, unable to disguise the anger laced within his tone, “I’m gonna throw him through that fucking door when I see him.” Indie squeezed his robust frame firmly before peering upwards, into his dark and impassive eyes. JJ’s thumb softly swiped away the influx of tears which had spilled over her waterline before placing a tender kiss against her nose. “Go get yourself something to eat and then you can help out here, valeting the cars until I finish,” he told her softly, his thumb attentively caressing the small of her back through the thin cotton of her oversized t-shirt.

“I charge $15 an hour for my service,” she attempted to make light of the situation - despising being in such a vulnerable state, especially in front of JJ.

“I’ll buy you a six pack of twinkies,” JJ bartered with a chuckle.

“Deal.”

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soulwillower · 4 years

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walking home • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader)

requested: Hey hun can I request a fluffy bill denbrough x reader imagine with the “I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” Prompt? Love love love your work! +

can i get the first cute/fluff prompt with young bill?

“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”

warnings: swearing maybe? fluff, and unedited as always baby

um i couldn't think of a title bc im so uncreative ahaha anyways thank u guys!! love u much xx

[losers + reader are in high school]

1.1k words

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"alright, well i'm going to head out." you say with a light sigh, standing up from the couch. a chorus of groans and pleads fill the air as your friends protest for you to stay. "so lame!" bev says, hand on your arm. you just smile, "i have to get back, my parents want me home by eleven."

"it's just now turning ten thirty, y/n." ben says with a small laugh and you shrug, "i wanted to walk."

bill stands up at this, his chair scuffing the floor of stan's kitchen lightly and you look at him with soft admiration. "i-i'll come." he states, already grabbing his sweatshirt from stan's armchair as the other losers shoot you both a look. "can you stop stealing my boyfriend, y/n?" richie tuts, making the others chuckle. you grin, "you wish he was yours." is all you say because you’ve turned red, particularly under bev's knowing gaze and you stick your tongue out at her before turning to bill.

"it's okay, you don't have to, bill." you try to reason as you wave goodbye to the other losers, who bid you goodnight.

bill follows you out of stan's kitchen and into the front room where you pull on your shoes, "n-no, i w-want to." he says, pulling on his own shoes and handing you his sweatshirt. unconsciously, you smile and kiss his cheek before slipping it over your head. it smells like him.

"i don't want to pull you away from them, it's okay, bill." you insist, and bill shrugs, "it's not safe to go h-home alone." he says as you turn to look at him. you lift a brow, "what's gonna hurt me? a raccoon?" you say jokingly, teasing smile on your lips.

"b-bowers. and w-we know more than a-anyone that there are d-dangerous things d-derry." he deadpans, making your stomach drop at the memories. you shrug, knowing he's right. "the whole way home has streetlights." you argue and bill shakes his head, "th-that doesn't matter. i’ll feel much b-better if you let me walk you h-home.”

you bite your lip, smiling as you try to hide your blush. he gives you butterflies as you mutter a small, "okay" and he gently guides you to the front door and down the driveway from his hand on the small of your back. you talk on the walk back to your house about plans for the upcoming week, about richie's car that had broken down, and mike's new puppy that he'd just gotten.

it's peaceful and he makes you feel safe and so happy - no wonder you were in love with him.

it's on the tip of your tongue right now. you want to say it, you’re so close but you instead blurt out something about the weather and you're reminded suddenly and all at once that thats why you haven't said it.

because you're afraid. you're afraid of saying it 'too soon,' or that he'll think you're joking, or even worse, that he'll be uncomfortable. you wouldn't be able to stand it if you ever made bill denbrough, the boy who goes to the ends of the earth to make people feel at home, uncomfortable.

so you stay quiet.

you make it to your driveway after a while and you turn to bill, setting your hands on his shoulders as his arms stay around your waist. "hi." he says with a smile, and you giggle lightly before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. he kisses back slowly and meaningfully, igniting a spark of love in your heart. you pull back, "hi." you whisper.

you stare, lost in each others eyes for a moment that you swear could be a second or a year. his green eyes flutter away for a moment before he speaks, "i have to t-tell you something."

you blink, hands soothing over his chest as you feel his heart pound under his shirt. "what is it, billy?" you ask, giving him a small, encouraging smile. whatever he wanted to say, you were eager to hear it.

"o-oh, um..." he starts, cheeks turning red. "i... i want to t-tell you th-that i-i... i l-" he stops, tilting his head up towards the stars and shaking his head.

you lay your head on his chest, staying silent because you know when he has a hard time with his stutter, its easier when people aren't trying to talk over or to him. you just breathe with him as he tries to gather his thoughts, your hands soothing over his back.

"i just- fuck, i f-feel... i l-luh-l-luh-fuck!" and then he mumbles something so quietly - a jumble of words after his stutter - that you squint, hand falling onto his shoulder as you lift your head from his pounding chest.

you're starting to get nervous, is something wrong? you soothe his neck with your palm, hoping it'll calm him down. he stares down at you, looking nervous and lost and his cheeks stained very red.

he sighs - he's frowning and you think he might cry, and that worries you. he rubs his eye lightly before muttering, “i wanted to s-say 'i love you' for th-the first time w-without stuttering, but that failed. i'm s-sorry, y-y/n.”

your heart stops. his words echo in your mind as you stare, frozen at him for a second before you smile, heart soaring.

"bill, that's okay! your stutter is not a burden. it's one of the things i love about you." you say with a wry shoulder shrug as you grin up at him.

he gawks at you, as if he didn't expect you to say it back. how could you not? to bill? you'd do anything for him. of course you love him.

"r-really?" he asks, hands wrapping tightly around you. you giggle lightly, shaking your head at his goofiness. "of course, bill." you whisper, kissing his neck before pulling back to kiss him again.

"i l-love you, i love you, i l-love you so m-much." he mutters, pressing light kisses to your face and head as he bear hugs you, lifting you slightly in his excitement.

"i love you, too." you mumble into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. he pulls you in for a deep kiss, taking your breath away as he moves his lips with yours, tongue slipping into your mouth. his hand goes to your jaw to tilt it slightly and you sigh in content. you're red as he pulls away with a grin of his own, his face still full of disbelief.

he smiles at you, shaking his head slightly as if he can’t believe it. “you’re the most i-incredible person in the w-world, y/n. what d-did i do to d-deserve you?” he whispers.

you smile, “you’re you, bill. i love you.” you say simply, placing another kiss on his lips. he walks you to your door, unable to keep the smile off his face as he kisses you and turns to walk away. “i l-love you, y/n. sleep well.” he mutters, face red and you giggle as you step into your house, sliding down the other side of the door with a wide grin and a quickly beating heart.

he loves you.

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byler-n-harringrove · 5 years

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Broken fingers || Byler Au

I felt so compelled to this amazing prompt - please feel free to send in your own requests because personally I don’t have many ideas atm haha, I need a little help!! I am also a little rusty with my byler writing, so plz bare with me!! Thank you guys so much xx I love you all!!

Prompt: Do you do requests?? Cause I was thinking of a story where Lonnie comes over to the Byers residence in a drunk rage and slams the door on Will’s fingers breaking one of them. So he either goes to Mike’s or Mike comes over and they just cuddle and cry 😭😭😭

Warnings: violence, swearing (bigotry)

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It had all been a blur in the beginning.

Pain did that, blurred your other 4 senses as your mind became foggy with the shooting of pain through your blood - like some type of rabid disease with no intention of stopping. The pain grasped to Will’s fragile frame, claws digging in with no surrender in sight.

He was sure they were broken, the way the bones sat pointed and tilted outwards in odd directions didn't look normal. But there hadn't been much the teen could do at the time then run away, blinded by haste and poker-hot pain. How Lonnie, his oh so lovely father, had gotten into his family's beloved house was beyond him, and the youngest Byers was lucky enough to walk in - alone - to a rather red faced and staggering man who had a bone to pick.

Will had been trying to close his bedroom door ( it was his natural reaction when anything threatened him - to go into his room and shut the door), but Lonnie had followed him, hitting multiple walls along the way. There was a squabble, and Will really wasn't the strongest of children.

The crunching of his fingers as the door sandwiched the violently made Will want to throw up.

Pain destoryed the next moments - he had cried out, Lonnie has backed off and left him finally, muttering about how his son was a faggot and so - and all Will knew in that moment he needed to run. Run away, get to somewhere safe. But where was that? It was second nature, though, to answer that thought with one name.

Mike’s house.

The frail and pale boy’s heart shook at the idea. He had always felt safe in that cosy basement, curled up diligently beside his one and only crush - Mike Wheeler. It was close to hero worship at this point, he would blindly follow Mike to the end of time if it meant that Mike would give him a smile and let him hold his hand.

The bike ride over was what Will felt hell would feel like - he didn't trust himself to use one hand to ride - and he found himself hoping that Mike even had the smallest amount of knowledge on first aid. The sun had finally made the hill its grave, the crappy pee yellow street lights on the main roads the only guide he had.

He had to push through - to get to Mike, to feel safe, to feel loved.

The milenia it took to get to Mike’s house finally reached its end as he flung his bike to the ground unforgivingly in his pained haste. The noise of the bike meeting the grass made him cringe, but the reminder of his broken fingers only brought more pain.

He didn't know where his face began and his tears started as he knocked erratically on the Wheeler’s front door. Will didn't have to wait long, luckily, before the eccentric wooden door was heaved open by a familiar mop of dark brunette hair - those beautiful caramel eyes instantly made Will want to crumple in his arms and sob.

And that's what he did.

“Hey Will- Ahh! What's wrong!?” the spangly teenager squeaked awkwardly as Will flung himself into his arms with blatant disregard.

“Who's at the door Mike!?” “It's just Will! We’re going downstairs, don't bother us!” Mike didn't know what was wrong, but seeing Will cry so freely made his stomach drop and his heart stutter with fear.

What the fuck had happened?

Will sniffled and whimpered as they descended the stairs into their lair, the basement. Wills second home - besides castle Byers, but that was different - was already starting to have an effect on his nerves. Lonnie wasn't here, he wasn't going to get to him and sure as hell wasn't going to be breaking anymore of his ‘girly’ fingers.

“Are you going to tell my whats wrong?’ Mike asked, doing his best to sound sympathetic - of course he was, but the anxiety of not knowing things often made him sound snappy and impatient.

The smaller teen was unable to meet Mike’s eyes now, and wordlessly extended his hand that had been cradled to his chest. The fingers were distorted awkwardly - Will didn't want to look at them again or he felt like he was actually going to throw up or pass out. They were his fingers - his father had done this to him. His. Father.

“S-Shit!” Mike cursed loudly, eyes wide.

Without another word, he quickly darted off to the small toilet off the basement. He ripped the rickedy medicine cabinet open and quickly grabbed the first aid kit they used for emergencies. Fuck - this was more then a emergency. This was Will, his Will.

When he returned, Mike quickly guided the other teen towards their sofa. Will’s cheeks were red and blotchy, eyes slightly swollen as he sniffled and whined at the pain of his fingers. The taller teen broke out the bandages and something to make some splints from (his parents had forced him to take a first aid course - not that he would tell anyone that) and hesitantly inspected the 3 fingers.

“Who did this?” Mikes voice almost struck fear in Will.

“U-umm… L-lonnie..” He was too tired to be berraded by Mike until he finally told him - it was easier to give up now.

The next 10 minutes were in silent besides the quiet cries of Mike moving his bones to try and set them ( yes, he wasn't a doctor - but Will repeatedly told him they couldn't go. There were already too many issues surrounding his family as it was) and Mike muttering soft praises and encouragements to keep him conscious and as calm as possible.

“Here - this'll help the pain” Mike had fetched some water from upstairs - no mum, we don't need any food. yes mum, he's fine - and offered Will (who had finally stopped crying) some panadol to help.

Will sniffled again, taking the water and panadol before muttering a soft thank-you as Mike sat down beside him. The couch was warm - their bodies sat close together as Will was finally starting to calm down from the rush of emotions and adrenaline that ran through is small body. It was too much, and it had honestly tired him out.

“Your staying tonight, by the way. Before you say anything, my mum says its fine and she’ll call your mum. We can watch movies - your choice of course” Mike all but ordered his friend, standing again without a moment's notice to get some of the spare blankets and pillows from the corner of the room.

The smallest teen could only muster a nod - muttering something about the 2nd Star Wars movie - and found himself curling his knees into his chest. Will just wanted, no he need, some hugs. He needed to be held - loved, smothered until he was no longer the touch starved teen he was now.

Mike - who Will was sure was his guardian angel - finally settle back down on the couch and layered the cozy blankets around them along with some comfy pillows. It was like a mother making a nest for its young - and Will seemed all but oblivious to Mike’s reddening cheeks as he slipped into the warmth besides him, their sides touching with soft zaps of passionate electricity.

“C-can…” Wil stuttered, capturing Mike's undivided attention “Can we hug?” If Will could get and redder they would never know, but the question honestly made him want the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

It was silent for a moment before Mike stuttered out a small “Y-yea,” before wrapping his spindily limbs arounder Wills slightly shaking frame and holding him close.

Will was in euphoria.

As the movie started, Will felt the panadol slowly starting to kick in - seeping into his bloodstream and numbing the throbbing pain within his fingers. The small teen slowly found himself leaning his head on Mike’s shoulder, eyes drooping as he focused on Mike’s radiating warmth and the small circles he rubbed on Will’s upper arm.

“I won't let anyone ever hurt you again, Will. Never” Mike promised Will with sheer determination in his voice as the youngest finally slipped off into sleep - finally feeling safe and secure wrapped in blankets, in the arms of the person he loved most.

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looking for a fic, all i remember is it was like during the war and when steve and bucky “died” buckys mom and sisters were going through their stuff and found something that revealed steve and bucky were together??

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Anon 2 said: (body horror)

Hello! I've been searching for this fic for ages and i'm wondering if you might know what it is? My memory is a bit fuzzy but it basically follows Bucky after the fall from the train and IIRC he spends three days trapped (under a rock I think??) and so is forced to cut off his arm to survive.

prewar-james and orchidsrule sent in there must have been a moment where we could have said no by magdaliny (complete | 154,616 | M) - bucky/omc, heed the tags!

Anon 3 said:

The second is maybe a cockwarming fic / maybe a somnophilia fix where one of the boys falls asleep while the other boy (Steve I think?) Is in the middle of sex and they just stay that way for a long time before he wakes back up.

Anon 4 said:

Hiiiii. Love your account! I was certain I had it bookmarked, but do you recall the fic where it’s Captain America’s POV for a while and at the end when the Winter Soldier appears, it’s revealed that the WS is Steve Rogers and Bucky was playing CA? Thank you in advance!

abarbaricyalp sent in Seven times Steve Rogers was not what everyone expected him to be (+1 time he really, really wasn't what everyone expected him to be) by StuckySituation (complete | 3,515 | T) - buckynat

orchidsrule sent in who he might be by Mici (noharlembeat) (complete | 39,938 | M) - major character death

Anon 5 said:

Can I ask for help finding this fic? From what I remembered Fate realizes that in every universe Steve and Bucky are always separated so she gives Steve a device to go into those timelines to correct it.

orchidsrule sent in for as long as we both shall live by ftmsteverogers (oneshot | 9,991 | E) - major character death

Anon 6 said:

Please help I’m searching for a fan fiction that has modern Bucky who writes fanfiction about the avengers and his character winter soldier. It also has Loki in it at one point. that’s all I remember. -Anon

bennettmp339 sent in the Steve Rogers problem by relenafanel (complete | 36,996 | M)

abagelofthelord said:

Hey I accidentally swiped out of the doc I was reading! It was an AU where Bucky was a siren caught by Pierce and was being tortured by Brock. Steve was hired as the new handler and planned to help Bucky escape back to the ocean after realizing he was more human than animal. Pierce also thinks he’s some sort of god and need Bucky to sing to complete part of a spell. Please help me find this fic!! I was really enjoying it and I left off on a cliff hanger!

angry-ace, penistoners and Anon sent in This Side of the Blue by notlucy (complete | 156,382 | E) - heed the tags!

Anon 7 said:

hi! i'm looking for a fic i read a while ago, where post war bucky is steve's neighbor and he suspect him to be stealing his newspaper, except it turns out to be steve's dog. i really love ur blog btw!! thanks in advance

orchidsrule sent in (are you aware) the state i'm in by chocobos (oneshot | 27,935 | M)

Anon 8 said:

hey there! i’ve been trying to remember this fic but i only know the first summary line for it and have no idea how to search for it! it’s something like “steve’s pretty sure natasha’s roommate is planning to kill him”. if you could help me find it i would love to read it again :) thank you!

orchidsrule sent in Just Me, You, and These Shitty Cigarettes by dabblingwithwords (complete | 39,389 | E) - bucky/brock, heed the tags!

Anon 9 said:

hi! i cannot find this fic & i hope u can help! the avengers (not sure if they’re actually the avengers or just friends) are all on holiday? at like a ski resort? and steve is really cold at night in his sleeping bag and then bucky joins him and tony hears them doing stuff? vague sorry!

Anon 10 said:

There is a fix that I’m pretty sure is like dom!steve and sub!bucky,,, I just remember this one scene where Steve has a panic attack or something but he doesn’t want to share it w Bucky because he’s buckys dom or something and then Bucky like talks to him from outside the bathroom door. Idk please help love you guys lol

Anon 11 said:

hello! do you know the fic where bucky and steve meet and bucky is reluctant about getting into a relationship because of a bad past one, and steve ends up like courting him? he makes promises to cook for him, draw him an owl, and ends up writing a song for bucky? and buckys also friends with bruce who encourages him to go out with steve. there’s percentages in the story of how well steve is doing at wooing bucky i think? thank you!

whitewolfwintersoldier sent in Give Me A Week by perfect_plan (oneshot | 7,869 | M)

Anon 12 said:

hi!! I'm looking for a fic I read a while back- it's about steve being a famous actor and he has an anonymous tumblr (his blog's name is captainhufflepuff if that can help) and he becomes bucky's internet friend until they meet up and start dating. hope I made it clear enough! btw love ur blog xx

Anon 13 said:

Hey! I been looking for a fic that you rec a while ago, it's about Bucky who is just run for a abuse relationship (w Brock) and Nat is a such good bro for Buck.

orchidsrule sent in Just Me, You, and These Shitty Cigarettes by dabblingwithwords (complete | 39,389 | E) - bucky/brock, heed the tags!

Anon 14 said:

Hi I’m looking for a fic where bucky wears parties ? But it’s like part of his recovery ? And stockings I think ? And he decides to shave his legs and Natasha helps? It takes a bunch of razors ? ? The main focus isn’t like a sex thing with Steve it’s like Bucky wanting to wear them and stuff . At some point Steve walks in and buckys just like watching tv in them . TY so much

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hi i just want you to know that your feelings are perfectly valid and it's okay to feel these sort of things no matter how small you may think it is : (

(i’m putting this one and all the others under the cut so that i don’t clutter everyone’s dashes)

thank you for taking the time to write this i appreciate it ;_;

Anonymous said:

Even if it doesn’t feel like you’re depressed, you still have the right to feel down. I won’t tell you that bullshit that “it gets better” even though it’s true, but i’m sure you won’t want to hear it. All you have to remember is you are you, and nothing will change you. You will not be loved less for flaws or overlooked for feeling. I hope you receive all the love you can get ❤️ and I hope your inspiration will return. I’m sorry if i’m being too personal or invasive but just remember that your followers love and support you. And don’t forget that if you wanna talk about literally ANYTHING just say the word and i can be there to talk :) stay strong and keep safe ❤️

thank you, this is really sweet and encouraging :) i do want it to get better but i’ve been feeling this way for the past month. maybe it’s just the season because it’s hard to go do things in the winter and my mom used to have seasonal depression. either way, thank you for your support

Anonymous said:

Hi, Mr. Kevin! Please, don't belittle yourself, cuz your feelings are totally legit and that wanting for someone to care for u is not bad at all. We're always comparing our pain to others, when in truth we're all different and so should be our pain! It is yours and we can't fully understand it, tho many of us might have felt it in our own way. Whenever I feel down and disheartened, I talk to close friends and, even if they don't have any advice (or I don't follow them, hah), it's still nice to remind ourselves that we are not alone, and that sometimes we may get lost and hopeless. Getting to do things you usually enjoy little by little is a good step, or finding ways to enjoy your alone time too. The simplest things are already small victories, don't u think? Pat yourself on the back more often! Folded your laundry? Pat! Drank water? Pat! I hope I don't sound silly, but I hope that you'll remember that you'll get through it eventually. Tbh, whenever I felt kinda down, your gifs and your undying love for Shua always brightened my day. You're not useless, but maybe you're tired and lacking energy. I believe in you, and things are gonna get better. Much love! xx (sorry for the length, oh my)

hi, thank you

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quarantine relapse

hey y’all! i hope you’re safe and healthy. with the state of things around the world, it’s hard not to feel distress, hopelessness, anxiety, pain, and a whole lot of other negative feelings.

for one thing, quarantine has been difficult, to say the least. ive come to notice that many (myself included) have created expectations for themselves to practice certain behaviors during this pandemic in efforts to try to carry on as if things were normal, minimize the effects that this shift in environment has on us, and prevent ourselves from becoming “lazy.” ppl have set out to try to be more productive (from home), follow a schedule, dabble into new hobbies, work out from home, try new recipes and diets, etc.

unfortunately, many face even more struggles with this pandemic than just a shift from their daily routine. many of you are facing insecurities regarding your health, employment, finances, and much more. such pressures can trigger increased anxieties and lead to the unhealthy coping mechanisms (ie. self harm, restricting, binging, purging, etc) that you’ve built up over time.

i struggled (and still struggle) to commit to a routine, often feeling guilty for failing to do so. i thought about how i was lucky to be in the comfort of my financially stable household, seemingly separated from the outside world and personally unaffected by the coronavirus. i have so much privilege in this moment that i shouldn’t be feeling such despair and instability. im stuck at home, with nothing to do but sit around on my laptop to attend online classes and try to find some hobbies to pass the time. even though everything else going in the world hangs in my mind like a grey cloud of concern, the biggest worry constantly invading my mind was just about what i had to eat. im sure youve heard ppl despair over the possibility of gaining weight by staying cooped up at home, unable to go outside or to the gym. in a house full of food, many of which are “fear foods” with long shelf lives, ive been battling the temptation to mindlessly binge on snacks all day. it’s also easy to opt out for restricting. for instance, when supplies are low at the store, you decide NOT to get that last loaf of bread, thinking someone else could use it more than you. by justifying that you dont need that food, it can become a cycle of justifying that you dont need any food. there’s also that feeling of guilt that arises when you do get the food, knowing full well it’s something that’ll just get purged. there are numerous experiences y’all have gone through and are (re)facing right now as a result of our present day. the pandemic has created circumstances in which new thoughts and anxieties provide a gateway to practicing disordered eating behaviors as a source of relief.

as a result of this quarantine climate, all these thoughts and expectations, many of which have resurfaced from the shame and guilt ive already felt for years, continued to build up. my concern over weight gain turned into fear, and i fell back into the vicious cycle of binging and purging.

thing is, nothing right now is normal. the moment we’re living in is beyond control. it’s natural to feel helpless. however, we can’t let that take over our lives. the “little” things we can contribute every day to help the cause (ie. social distancing, limiting going outside, being hygienic, showing appreciation to essential workers, keeping yourself and others informed, donating to groups, etc) can go a long way. you’re not helpless if you can do something to show your support. additionally, we don’t need to punish ourselves for the changes we’re experiencing. staying at home might mean we don’t move around as often, and that’s okay. you being hungry after sitting all day? also okay! all these are natural as we adjust to these lifestyle changes.

apologies i am late with this. for some, quarantine restrictions are easing up. however, pls continue to limit your outside excursions,practice social distancing and hygiene, and wear masks. times are ambiguous and cases are still very much present (and numbers continue to rise). in addition, social justice movements have experienced a recent surge. pls be safe and support your families, friends, and communities. we all deserve to be treated equally and need to stand up to oppressive systems in whatever ways we can. take time to educate yourselves and others, while maintaining a balance in order to not overwhelm yourselves and create more stress/anxiety. i know these ideas seem contradictory, but i know each of us have different thresholds for stress. find yours and develop healthy mechanisms to cope with them. reaching out is always the best option.

takeaways n important things to keep in mind or try (some of which you may have already heard before; however, sometimes we need a reminder):

-its okay to relapse. recovery is full of ups n downs, its not linear

-u dont have to earn the right to eat. ur body is communicating to you what it needs. if you’re confused over your hunger and satiety levels, which often happens due to changes in brain chemistry, maybe this guideline is helpful. it’s from one of my lectures in an eating disorders class i took last quarter. act according to your body’s physiological responses. if you’re hungry, please eat. if you’re about to go over your fullness levels, please stop yourself and do something else to distract you. maybe call a friend to hold yourself accountable. ik everything is easier said than done, and i struggle with this myself, but every thought and effort counts:

-limit your media use. sometimes watching the news all day or watching how others seem to be doing great in quarantine can trigger anxiety and disappointment. opt for enjoyable activities, learn something new, or meditate.

-try to eat regularly. 2-3 meals a day, with some snacks between. do not ignore your hunger cues. you might then become very hungry, which increases the likelihood of binging then purging.

-you’re not alone. many articles have been written about how quarantine has made a hard blow to everyone, especially those with need insecurities and/or mental illness. i encourage you to please reach out to any trusted individual in some way if you’re experiencing any challenges. refer to the bottom of this post for some links about having ed’s during the pandemic. seek covid relief and emergency funds if you are in need (here’s an informational website with grant resources in the US link)

-having said that, seek out a support system. therapists, support groups, etc have moved online. now is the time to join them, especially if you haven’t had time in the past. talk to friends and/or family when you can. be transparent with your needs.

-feel free to reblog with or comment any resources you may find helpful for others

there are definitely some viewpoints that i’ve missed, and i apologize if through this post i haven’t made you feel a part of this struggle when it’s something you also experience. i just want to say that every experience is valid, and they vary widely. eating disorders affect ANYONE. i wrote this mainly with my own experiences and observations in mind, and i’d love for you all to share your own stories. i want you to keep fighting through. i want you to see the end of this pandemic, to be able to go outside again and experience life to its fullest. all those plans you had but were forced to cancel? you can do them when things have become okay again. didnt have plans? make some so you have something to look forward to when this is over. you have to conquer this battle by putting your health first and realizing the danger you’re putting your body in when you engage in disordered eating. there’s so much waiting for you in the future. recovery is a long, hard journey that we’re reluctant to embark on at first. but i promise that nothing will feel as beautiful and relieving than when you live free from this toxic mindset. pls stay safe everyone. my heart goes out to you and all the different struggles you’re facing. we’re in this together.

thank you if you’ve read this and made it this far.

articles about ed’s during quarantine:

1 2 3 4 5

ms-marmar xx

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05 | STRESSED OUT

Anonymous: “hey! school has begun and was wondering if u could write something bout it? idk like the writer is studying hard for a test and van helps her or try to distract her. thanks xx (ps: love ur writing, pls continue the album fics)”

summary | y/n gets stressed out from studying, van helps to distract her.

warnings | swears

a/n | this was so cute, and one of my favs as well. enjoy, or don’t. but tysm to whoever requested this - super cute. you’ve got some dead good ideas.

I hated tests. Quizzes were okay - they weren’t as important as tests. At least, in my school they weren’t. But tests have always made me stress out. I’d be on the verge of tears the night before because I had felt like I didn’t know anything. I was, in all honesty, ready to cheat on so many tests because of it.

The note cards lay sprawled out across my bed, separated into two piles. One of the material I knew, the other being what I needed to remember yet. I had been over the second pile twenty times this night, starting my studying at five o’clock, when I got home. It was now eleven thirty at night, and I was nowhere near being ready for this test. I could fake being sick and take it another day, but we had time to study for this test, for about two months. I was never good at doing things in a timely fashion.

“Do you want anything to drink, love? Tea, coffee, booze?” I laughed at the ending of his sentence, him well knowing I wouldn’t be drinking until I at least got a B on this test. He pressed a light kiss to my forehead, “I’ll bring you a cuppa in a minute.”

Van had always been so supportive of my schooling. He wasn’t too fond of it because it meant less time with him and the lids, but he was always on tour anyways. I owe pretty much everything to them — they encouraged me to go to Uni and get my own degree. I really didn’t want to, reason being, I wanted to stay with Van and the boys. They’re everything I know.

“Larry’s bringing over a load soon. You should take a break, Y/N. You don’t look so good, your eyes are so bloodshot, you know? You look like you haven’t slept in weeks,” he sat next to me on the bed, handing me the cup of coffee.

“Thank you so much, I totally didn’t know that already. You and Larry should just smoke, I’ve gotta study, Van, without it, I fail and I don’t get my degree.” I took a sip, putting a chunk of fallen hair behind my ear. I closed my eyes for a second, soon hearing the fire alarm go off.

“Oh, fuck me!” Van yelled, frantically running into the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back into my room, his face red. “I accidentally burnt the homemade meal I was cooking for us. Wanna order out?”

Van ordered out for some Chinese food, also going to the little store on the corner. He didn’t say what exactly he was getting, but he said he’d be back soon. I took this time to take a break, plopping myself down on the couch, rubbing my eyes, moving to my temples. God, I really fucking hated studying. Van was gone for about twenty minutes, but he came barging in, bottle of wine in one hand, Chinese takeout in the other. “You, Van McCann, are a genius.”

I followed him into the kitchen, Van focusing on the wine, myself getting the takeout situated. He poured us each a glass, raising it to propose a toast. “A toast for the future manager of my new record label.” I blushed, raising my glass to meet Van’s. I took a sip, before eating the Chinese. I rolled my shoulders, feeling the tug of tension.

“You okay, love? You keep rolling your shoulders, it’s giving me a headache.”

“Piss off, wanker. And no, my shoulders hurt like a bitch, if you must know. I’ve been hunched over for too long looking at my notes, basically I’m turning into the Hunchback of Notre Dam.” Van laughed, throwing away his paper plate. He came behind me, pulling my hair into a ponytail.

“You've got a tie?” I handed him the one from my wrist, him taking it between to fingers. He tied the hair tie around my hair and slightly began to dig his thumbs into the muscles in my shoulders. I sat up straight, grabbing the handles of the chair in my hands. I closed my eyes, cocking my head to the side. I let out an involuntary moan, Van stopping a bit before going again.

“Fuck,” I groaned as he got to the spot where it hurt most. “Keep going right there, yeah?”

“Yeah, feels good?”

“Very,” I chuckled a little, my knuckles turning white while still gripping the chair. I didn't notice Van had started to kiss down my back through my shirt until he got to the middle of my back, lifting my shirt over my head. He spun the chair around, making me face him.

“Tell me when to stop, okay? Don't wanna pressure you into anything.”

“I don't want you to stop. Ever.”

“Probably a good time to tell you I fancy you then, yeah?” He chuckled, his hands putting themselves on the handles of the chair. I grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him close to my face.

“Van, please, shut up and kiss me. We can confess our love for each other afterwards.” He laughed, planting a kiss on my lips.

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