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[gg-neptune]

Hello ☺️ do you take request ? If yes, could you make your eating disorder headcanon into a fic ? Anyway, I like your Severus version and can’t wait to read your next work.

A/n: Hiiii!!! Yes I do take requests. Thank you so much! I love your works too. I love the way you write Severus but also Sinclair as well the way you portray him is so good I just love it. (I love your works as a whole the way you write is so yummy tickles my brain good) Also sorry it took me a few days I have to write things like this in moderation, but I hope you like it. <333333

Also this is related to my experience with having an Ed and my safe foods. I know not everyone can relate to an exact T, but I still hope if you are struggling with anything like this it can help you. If you know someone who is struggling or if you yourself is struggling, please reach out and get some help. You are not defined by a number or what you eat. You are so much more than that,

Warnings: fear of food, eating, ED, kind of panic attack, talks of feeling sick, anything I missed please tell me

It had been a long day of classes. Nothing terribly bad had happened, but it had just been a long day. Your head seemed to pound harder with each step you took. You were trying to make it back to Severus’ chambers. You two had been in a relationship for the better part of a year, and it was coming along great. He was beginning to warm up to the idea of someone being around. He no longer flinched as you brushed past him. He was now accustomed to sitting together on the couch, and on some days you might even get to sit on his lap. You know most things about him by now. He had slowly opened up to you, spilling out his heart for you. You had done the same. However, there was something you had not told him yet.

Finally, you had made it to the dungeons. Quickening your pace, you walk straight to where Severus is, hoping you don’t run into any students. You two had not been caught sneaking into each other's rooms before, but you had both agreed that if it ever did happen, you would say you were dropping off potion ingredients. Or if he was going to your room, he needed to borrow a book, or, in his words, “I’ll just threaten detention for a month with me one on one; they will leave.” Finally, you find your way to his room. No students were around, so you just slipped inside, not bothering to knock in case a student did come.

“Hey Sev I’m here,” you call out. The loud sound of your voice was like a knife into the skull. Your eyes unfocus as you sway back and forth a bit. Quickly,  you lean against a wall, attempting to steady yourself.

Before you appears a mass of black, “Hello.”

Severus lifts his head up a bit so you can actually see his face. His dark eyes look tired as ever as he looks you up and down, taking you in. He stands there for a moment before pulling you off the wall and leading you into his small sitting space. He had only bothered to furnish it when you had come along.

“You look a bit pale,” he stares at you while he says this, scanning over your face as he lightly pushes you down onto the couch. The plush of the cushions enveloped you as you sunk into them, letting your body relax as you held out your arms for him to join you. He does, carefully sitting beside you, wrapping an arm around you as he still stares at you, carefully examining you.

“I don’t feel all that good,” you reply, trying to downplay it.

“Well, not to be mean, but honestly, you look awful. Your pale and almost green,” concern is laced through his voice as he says this. He pulls you closer to him, keeping you firmly placed beside him. “Have you eaten today?”

“Yeah,” you keep your answer short, not sure if you could keep up lying to him.

“Really? Well, what did you eat then?” He’s on to you, and you know it. His voice is monotone as he bares holes into your eyes, staring down at you like he’s reading your mind.

“Well, for breakfast I had some blueberries and yogurt, and then for lunch I had part of a sandwich,” you gaze up at him, hoping he believes you. His eyes are narrowed into slits, and his mouth is pressed into a thin line.

“I didn’t know lying in a relationship was acceptable,” he states plainly, fixing his posture as he pulls you into his lap, cocking a brow at you. “Now one more time. What did you actually eat today? And don’t lie to me this time.” He isn’t mad, but rather just concerned.

Words choke in your throat as you try to come up with something to say. You can’t lie this time, but what do you say to him?

“I already know you didn’t eat anything, so I will rephrase the question. Why have you not eaten anything?” he questioned. This time his tone was more authoritative. You lean forward and rest your head on his shoulder, not wanting to look him in the eye at the moment, or rather, you don’t think you can.

“I just—um, well, I didn’t feel like it,” you reply. This was not entirely a lie. The entire day had gone by, and you had not felt like eating. However, there was more to it than that alone. 

“How about I go get something from the kitchen right now and bring it back? You need to eat,” Severus replies, rubbing your back as you lean on him. His other arm is wrapped loosely around your waist.

“No, it’s ok, I’m not hungry.”

He stops rubbing your back and lifts his arms up to your shoulders. He pushes you back and makes you look at him, “Liar.”

You don’t know if it was being made to look at him so intensely, or him being on to you like this, or not being as close to him as you were, or the weight of your own thoughts, but your eyes begin to well with tears as he says this. He keeps you held by your shoulders as tears fill your eyes, but his expression softens.

“Please tell me. I can fix it if you tell me,” the man's voice is almost begging as he looks at you. He pulls you back to his chest and gently strokes your back again, attempting to offer comfort. Tears fall from your eyes, but luckily his shirt is there to soak them up. “I’ll fix it; just tell me what’s wrong,” he whispers out into your hair. His voice is breaking the sight of you crying into him like this is breaking him. Of course he already knows why, but for once in his life, he is hoping his Legimens skills have led him wrong.

“I need to—I just lose some weight, you know?” You try your best to keep your voice steady as you say this. He almost instantly wraps his arms tightly around you as if he is trying to shield you from your thoughts as soon as you say that. You shove your face in his neck to hide your tears, and you take a deep breath to try and steady yourself, but you find it a tad hard to breathe. Severus’ grip on you has tightened so much.

“Sev- I can’t breathe,” you choke out, still fighting back tears. He loosens his grip but still keeps his arms firmly around you as you say this.

"No, you don't; you weigh perfectly fine. You need food,” his voice is no longer breaking but rather strong and determined now as he stands bringing you along with him. He sets you down back on the couch. “Now. You stay here, here take this,” he grabs a large quilt from one of the choirs in the area and drapes it over you, bundling you in it, “and then when I get back I’m going to have food. And you're going to eat. And you won't gain weight because food doesn't work like that. Am I clear?” His hands are on his hips as he stares down at your teary eyes. His expression is soft, but his voice is showing much concern. He leans down and gently wipes a few stray tears from your eyes. 

"No, no, I can’t,” you cry out. The thought of food is making you feel sick. ��I can’t eat; I can't, Severus.” Your voice is weak and trembling.

"Yes, you can, and you will. It won’t be a lot, I promise, but you will eat.” He says this like it is the most simple thing in the world. Like you, eating would be simple for you. However, you knew better. You have been struggling with your relationship with food for a while now. Everything about it seemed to make you sick. You tended to avoid it because of this fact. However, when faced with a situation where you had to, it would manage to find its way up one way or another.

Severus presses a kiss to your head and then your lips before speaking, “I promise it will be ok,” his voice, gentle and soothing, “you need to eat pretty. I’ll be right back, and I will be here with you the entire time, I promise.” With that, he leaves, going to the kitchens leaving you with your thoughts for a few moments.

What would you do when he came back with food? You had not eaten in so long; you were not even sure if what you were feeling was hunger anymore. How are you going to deflect it this time?

Thoughts race through your head a mile a minute. It seemed like no time at all that Severus was back. Immediately he was in front of you again, attempting to soothe you. You had not realized, but your hands had gone to your hair, gripping tightly as if you were trying to pull your own hair out. Your breathing was rapid and shallow as you pressed yourself into the back of the couch, trying to enclose yourself in a space you deemed safe.

“Love, please look at me.” His voice was almost pleading, but he was making a great attempt at keeping it strong and steady for you. Slowly you lifted your eyes up to him, trying to calm down your breathing, but it was as if your hands were not your own, as they kept gripping tighter and tighter no matter how hard you tried to relax them.

His hands lift up to yours and gently cover them in an attempt to get you to relax. “Relax, it’s me. Just me. You and me.”

Slowly your hands relax, and he removes them from your head. “You're ok, come here; you're safe; it’s ok.” He pulls you to his chest, pulling you into his lap. He lifts himself onto the couch, sitting with you curled in his lap, completely safe.

After a while of silence, he was just holding you close. You began to hope he was going to drop the idea of making you eat something, but soon he crushed your hopes. “I brought mainly really light stuff. Nothing heavy like soup.”

He leans forward, and with one hand (the other still wrapped around you), he grabs a container and opens it, and inside is plain, uncooked broccoli.

“I used to eat this all the time when I was younger and I felt bad,” he says happily, taking a piece for himself and eating the top of it, smiling down at you.

“Severus, I'm not eating uncooked broccoli.”

“Why not? I’m here for you, love. I promise throughout it all I will be.

“It has nothing to do with that; it’s the fact it’s plain and uncooked. I’m not eating it,” you huff out. You lean back against his chest as he eats the rest of his broccoli and then reaches forward for the next container he brought.

"Well, fine then. I brought yogurt as well and this granola bar. Any of that sounds good,” he looks down at you. His eyes are filled with nothing but love. No judgment is present at all, only pure unconditional love.

“I guess, I dunno,” you respond, shying away from his eye contact. You hide your face on his shoulder. His arm comes back to you to wrap around you again. He begins to stroke your back again.

“I’ll be here. How about a few bites of the yogurt, hm? Then your stomach will have something on it, at least, ok.” His voice is gentle and calming as he whispers into your ear.

“I don’t want to gain weight,” you whimper out into him. Your arms wrap tightly around him, clinging for support. 

“Love, you won’t gain weight from this. Not fatty weight, at least, ok? A couple of bites of food won’t do that to you. And even if it did, you would be beautiful as ever, you hear me? You need to eat. I can’t stand to see you not, to see my girlfriend wasting away, and I know that might sound dramatic, but if you keep this up, you will. Let’s conquer this together, ok? I know you can, and I will be here with you to help you throughout everything. I am always with you through everything. Always.” He tries hard to get these words out, as he is not good with them. He struggles to say things in the heat of a moment, but he wants desperately to comfort you right now. He wants you to know there is nothing to worry about with him there. He’s going to keep you safe regardless of what you think.

He reaches forward and picks up the tub of yogurt. It’s your favorite flavor. You don’t know if you’ve ever mentioned this to him, and if you did, it was in passing, but regardless, he remembered. He grabs a spoon and opens the container. “Now don’t be frightened by how big the container is; I don’t expect you to eat all of it. Let’s go for at least 5 decent bites, alright?”

You nod in agreement, “I’ll try.”

He dips the spoon into the container and then lifts it to your mouth, offering it to you. For a moment, you stare at it wearily. Before coming up with an idea, “Severus distract me. Tell me a story or something.”

He puts the spoon back into the container and looks at you curiously. “What kind of story?”

“Just be descriptive, something to take my mind off what I am doing.”

"Well, all right,” he picks the spoon back up and begins telling a story of a dragon.

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Once there was a dragon. He was dark purple with sharp horns sticking out of almost every inch of his skin. Many dragons in his area with horns were red or orange and not purple, making him very undesirable to the female dragons in his area. By the time he was just a baby, he had already discovered he was undesirable and unworthy of those around him. His odd coloring and horns were a result of his mother and father breeding from different tribes. This was forbidden in his land.

The dragon lived a lonely life. He lived atop a mountain and came down once a day to drink and eat. Each time he came down, he saw the same old other dragons who looked at him with judging and disapproving eyes. He had been met with this type of gaze his entire life. No one else was dark purple and had horns like him.

However, one time, on his way down to drink, he spotted another purple dragon. He at first suspected it was from his mother's tribe (his father having the horns, his mother being purple); however, the closer he got, he realized it too had horns. He knew immediately he had to go see up close.

As not to frighten the other dragon, who was drinking from the river, he went on the opposite side and pretended to lap up some water himself. His eyes stayed on the other purple-horned dragon the entire time, never leaving it. He was used to the judging stares he got, so he always suspected he was rather ugly; however, looking at the dragon before him, he could not help but think it was a beautiful sight.

Seeing it up close, he realized the dragon was a female dragon. She had the same coloring he did and the same horns all over as him.

She looked up, having sensed eyes on her, and was immediately met with his eyes gazing at her. He was almost too scared to move, but he managed to try to muster up the best smile he could.

He was unsure what her reaction would be for a moment, but soon she was flying over to his side of the river to join him.

“Who are your parents?” she questioned. Her voice was strong but still held a hint of curiosity in it.

“Norbert of the West and Falkor of the North.”

She studied him for a moment, almost trying to see if he was lying before her muscles seemed to relax.

They fell into easy conversation after this. They shared many of the same experiences throughout life, making it easy to bond. When it was nightfall, he offered his mountain up to her, and she happily agreed to the sleepover.

It was the first time in both of their lives that they did not feel alone. 

Many months passed. They had flown everywhere together, both having found a new spirit to go and explore the world. After a while, they settled back down atop the mountain since winter was fast approaching. 

“You are welcome to stay with me.”

“I would love nothing more.”

And that was the tale of the two odd dragons. One might believe that they will never find their one, but they will eventually. You are never truly only. Your person may just be a tad lost in finding you. Or, hell, you might be the one lost.

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Before you knew it, you had eaten your 5 decent bites and even a few more. Severus realized, but you had now. Transfixed on his story, you had lost count and pushed the thoughts away from your mind as best as you could any time they would come near. He reached the end of the story at last.

“I made that up on the spot completely,” he admitted somewhat sheepishly, “but I think it was good.”

“It did what it was supposed to,” you respond. You lean back over to Severus once he has put away the yogurt and other food items, sending them to the kitchen with a flick of his wand.

He opens his arms for you and leans back against the armrest of the sofa, holding you to his chest once more.

“How do you feel?”

“Ok.”

“Just ok? No bad or good feelings, just ok,” his eyes meet yours, and you can tell he is genuinely concerned. He wants to see you eat, and he wants you to be healthy.

"Yeah, I’m just ok.”

Silence is cast over the two of you. You bask in his warmth, and he basks in yours. He makes a point of keeping his arms tightly wrapped around you, like he is scared you will slip away.

“Promise me something,” he breaks the silence. His baritone voice is almost jarring with how quiet it had been.

“Promise when you're struggling like this, you’ll come to me. I don’t care what I’m doing; I want to make sure you are okay.”

You grip his arm tightly, processing his words. In a perfect world, you would immediately just say that you promised, but you knew how it could be sometimes. Sometimes it wasn’t that easy. But look at you now. You're not feeling as awful as you were. Your headache is beginning to fade a bit, your stomach is not aching like it was, and now you are getting to be held by Severus. So maybe you could promise.

“I will be there for you anytime you need me; I promise you that. I swear to you I will be. I just need you to promise that you will tell me when you need me.”

“I promise to try my best to tell you when I need you,” you respond, knowing full well this was not a lie. You would do your best in the future to try to tell him what you were going through.

“Thank you, beautiful. Get some sleep, ok? I can tell you're exhausted. You did so good, you’ve earned it.”

Humming in response, you press your ear to his chest, wanting to listen to his heartbeat, and close your eyes. Very soon you drift off safe and sound in Severus’ arms. Perfect just the way you are, no matter what you eat, because you are not defined by calories or your weight.

[mybl--dyvalentine]

Beaches જ⁀➴ Sunghoon

✮ bff! sunghoon x oblivious male! reader

✮ Summary: A mysterious letter was on your doorstep one day. Afterwards, letters kept appearing and telling you to go to specific beaches. Now, you're on a mission to find the culprit of these letters.

✮ Genre: Fluff

✮ Word Count: 627

✮ Author's Note: this is so doo doo omg.

A knock at your door took your attention off of the show you were watching.

"Hello?" You say.

You were met with silence. There weren't many things that scared you, but randomly receiving letters for a couple days is starting to get you anxious. You open the door to find a letter on your doormat.

You pick up the letter and say, "Who's sending these..."

After opening the letter you're met with many words, more than you've seen from this secret messenger.

Hi, Y/n I know it's getting weird now with me sending you letters and you don't even know who I am. Well, that's not entirely true. Anyways, I'm ready to let you in on the secret. Please meet me at Huntington beach, 9 p.m. Love, S

This was weird. It was usually just a destination leading to a random beach. Every time you went there would always be something waiting for you. A flower, a gift, food, a drink. It was strange how they were all your favorites as well. You take your phone out to text your best friend.

Y/n: hiiii Hoon: what's up? Y/n: the mysterious person with the letters is back at it again. this time, they included a bunch of other stuff with the usual destination Hoon: oh really?? Y/n: yeahh Y/n: it's like creeping me out idk.. Hoon: i think you should go Hoon: i mean you've been to the other locations and nothing bad happened right? Y/n: i guess i'll go then.. Y/n: but if anything happens i'll blame you. Hoon: haha, i doubt that

While pocketing your phone you think to yourself, "How bad could this really be?"

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You arrive at the beach right on time. As you step onto the sand, a cold breeze makes you put your arms to your sides. While slowly walking around, you spot some candle lights in the distance.

"Is that where I'm supposed to be?" You say while staring that the candles.

Making your way over to the source of the lights made you start to rethink your decisions. Although, it was too late to back out now. Once you reach the candles, you're met with a heart made out of rose petals. There was also a letter in the middle under a candle. You pick it up and open it revealing a piece of paper that only had two words on it.

"Turn around."

You swiftly turn around to check if someone was really behind you.

"Surprise!" Sunghoon waves his hands in the air while smiling.

"Wait what..?" You say appalled.

"It's me, your secret admirer."

"All these letters were from you?"

"Yeah, it was all for this."

He moves his hands from behind him to in front, revealing a bouquet.

"Y/n, I really like you. Since like... forever. So I wanted to confess after many years on the same beach we first met."

You were at a loss for words. There was no doubt that you've had a crush on him for a while, but to find out the feeling was mutual left you stunned.

"Y/n, will you be my boyfriend?" He smiles while handing the bouquet to you.

You felt tears well up in the corners of your eyes, "Yes! A thousand times yes!"

You take the bouquet and jump to Sunghoon, engulfing him in your arms for a hug. He smiles and hugs you back tighter. The two of you spun around and when you guys stopped, Sunghoon was staring at you intensely.

"I know this is fast but... can I kiss you?" He says.

You grab his face and pull him closer, closing the distance in an instant.

"You can kiss me anytime you'd like," you say.

[byetiye]

yall  i  completely  forgot  i  had  this  acc.  like  ,,  no  one  follows  me  on  here  &  i  sat  here  digging  like  a  madman  through  my  emails  to  find  the  right  one  but  like  ,,  wow  i  used  to  write  huh.

[redheadsinmybed]

Broken

Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Reader is little, part of Loving a little series

Summary: Reader is on a mission. What happens when she gets hurt???

Notes: Hiiii guys, don’t forget to leave a comment :)

You were on a mission. Since you’ve got your new powers you’ve been going on missions more often. You are on a mission with Natasha and Wanda, although you were the only one who was out on the field. There was no one in the base and all you needed was to get some information. You are running through the woods towards the Hydra base.

Your lungs burn and your legs ache, but you keep running. The training didn’t seem to be helping you run for longer. You wish you had powers like Wanda. If you had powers like Wanda then you could just fly. Wait. You have fire powers, and possibly more. Suddenly you stop running to find yourself floating. Just like Wanda. What the?

“Guys, Wanda!!”

“What?!? What’s wrong, did you get hurt??”

“I’m floating, like you when you use your powers, but the magic isn’t red, it’s green. It looks like your guy’s eyes,” You say with adoration. Wanda and Natasha smile at each other at how cute you are.

“What did you do?” Natasha asks.

“Well I was thinking of how I wish I had powers like Wanda so I could fly to the Hydra base instead of running.” You say through your coms.

“And the next thing I know, I’m floating!” You exclaim.

“That’s great baby, you'll have to show me when we get home,” Wanda says.

“Now you can teach me!!” You squeal happily.

“Yes baby, now I can teach you. But you have to finish the mission first,” Wanda says.

“Oh right,” You say.

“Hey, so now how do I get down?” You ask, still just hovering above the ground.

“I don’t really know, maybe just think of the ground?” Natasha says after a while. You stare at the ground. Nothing happens so you close your eyes and let the overwhelming thought of the ground fill your mind. One moment you are floating ten feet above the ground and the next you are free falling down towards the ground.

When you hit the ground your right ankle takes the brunt of the fall, you land on it awkwardly and scream out in pain. Tear prick in your eyes and little you wants to come out so bad. But you fight it, you have to finish the mission first. You slowly pick yourself up putting all the weight on your left foot. You think that it’s not that bad, you just feel a lot of throbbing pain in your right ankle, nothing a good walk wouldn’t fix. You take a deep breath and take a step with your right foot, and you groan out in agony when you shift your weight.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” You say taking a shuddering breath.

“Are you back on the ground?” Wanda says through coms.

“Uh y-yeah, I’m back on the groun-ah,” You say as you take another step.

“Baby? What happened?” Natasha says worried over the coms.

“Nothing I-I just fell on my ankle weird, I’m fi-ah-ne,” You say sniffing as you take another step. You don’t hear anything back on the other end, believing that you convinced them that you were fine. You take step after step, breathing heavily as tears fall from your eyes every step. You hear something behind you and you set yourself aflame.

“Hey, it’s just me baby,” Wanda says to you, as you turn around unlighting yourself.

“What are you doing?”

“Checking up on you, come on you need to go back to the jet.” She says walking towards you.

“No, I'm fine, I've got to finish the mission,” You say as you start walking again. You groan out in pain every time you shift your weight to your right foot. Wanda watches you for a little while, but it breaks her heart to see you in pain.

“Y/N stop,”

“No, gotta fin-ah-ish t-the mission,” you say, taking another step.

“Please don’t make me do this,” Wanda says, as you keep walking.

“Do what?” Taking another step. You stop and look back at her, she walks towards you, her eyes glinting a red.

“Wanda, don’t do it,” You warn her.

“Hey, look there’s Tasha,” You say pointing behind her. She looks behind her to find nothing. You hobble away as fast as you can letting out sounds of pain. You didn’t make it very far before you are swept up by Wanda and flying through the air. Surrounded by her arms, you relax and grumble about not being able to finish the mission. Eventually you rest your head in the crook of the neck and kiss her.

“Thank you,” You say to her.

“You’re welcome baby,” She says back. When you get back to the jet Natasha is already waiting for you. Wanda sets you down and you take off your shoes sitting down next to you and holding your hand. Careful, not to touch your purple swollen ankle. Natasha carefully grabbed your right foot.

“Ahhh, Tasha,” You hiss out in pain and squeeze Wanda’s hand. She gives you a sympathetic look and grabs some pain pills, you take them.

“You’re gonna have you get that checked by Bruce baby, it might be broken.” Natasha says. You whine, if it’s broken then you won’t be able to do anything. At least not with Wanda and Natasha being mother hens.

“No it’s fine, I promise.” You lie to them.

“Oh yeah? Stand up and put all your weight on your right foot.” Natasha says back. You look up at her.

“Baby, we don’t like seeing you hurt, we just want to make sure you’re okay,” Wanda says squeezing your hand.

“I know,” You say back, setting your head on her shoulder. Wanda strokes your hair while Natasha pilots the plane. You move so you're laying down, head in Wanda’s lap. You eventually fall asleep when the pain medicine pills kick in holding Wanda’s hand still.

When you wake up it’s to someone carrying you. You snuggle in closer to the person holding you.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?” Wanda asks as she feels you move against her.

“Mmmm good,” You say sleepy.

“I see the pain pills are working,” Wanda says.

“Mhmm, stop talking lemme sleep,” You say to her.

“Baby you have to get checked by Bruce first,” Wanda says to you. You whine and snuggle further into Wanda.

“You have until we get there, then I’m gonna have to put you down baby,” Wanda says, that means you have at least 3 more minutes, depending on how long the elevator will take. In reality it only takes 30 seconds.

“We’re here baby,” Wanda says as she tries to set you down. You wrap your arms around her tightly and wrap your legs around her too. Going into full koala mode.

“Baby, don’t make me do it,” Wanda says.

“Do what?” Suddenly feel Wand’s hands at you sides.

“Wand’s don’t you dare.” You say looking at her seriously.

“Then get down and get your ankle checked.” Wanda says as her fingers move a little.

“Fine,” You say with a whine, untangling your arms and legs from her, hitting your ankle on her leg.

“Ahhh,” You gasp out in pain.

“Hello Y/N, I see that your ankle is a bit swollen and a nice shade of purple.” Bruce says with a smile.

“Is Natasha coming, or can I start.” Bruce asks.

“No she’s bringing everything to our room, she said she’d meet us after,” Wanda says. Bruce checks your ankle and deems it’s broken after an x-ray. He says you’ll need a shot that will heal it instantly. Tony and him just made it and need a test subject other than a bunny, so what better test subject than you?

“Can I go get Bunny and the love blanket please?” You ask Wanda with big puppy dog eyes.

“Yes baby, let’s go.”

“Wait, I can get it myself, please I promise ill be careful, I'll even fly if it makes you feel better,” You say to Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Okay fine, but no flying, that’s how you got this broken ankle anyways. I’m only letting you do this because I have to talk to Bruce about your new power.”

“Okay no flying, promise,” You swear on your life. You walk out the room and make your way to your room. You walk up the stairs and quickly look around. You don’t see anybody around so you quickly get into the vents. Clint had taught you how to get around in the vents whenever there was an emergency. And this is an emergency. You hate shots with every fiber in your body. Absolutely hate them. So you’re hiding out in the vents for as long as it takes for your ankle to heal.

Wanda was getting worried, your room isn’t far away and you have been gone for ten minutes.

“Hey Bruce, I’ll be back. I'm going to check where Y/N is.” Wanda says while she walks out. She makes her way up to your room. When she enters she finds Natasha sitting on the bed.

“Hey, where’s Y/N?” Natasha asks.

“Wait? Did she not come here?”

“No why would she come here?”

“She said that she wanted to get Bunny and the love blanket before her shot.”

“Ohhh! She’s probably hiding, you know she doesn’t like shots.” Natasha says holding Wanda’s hand.

“Great, now we have to look for her.” Wanda says with a groan.

“I have an idea where she is,” Natasha says.

“Clint told me he showed Y/N the vents in case of an emergency.”

“He what?!? Why would he do that, doesn’t he know that she’s a three year old little, she could get lost in there,” Wanda says with her head in her hands.

“Hey, baby it’s okay. We'll find her and set some rules for her, okay? Everything will be fine,” Natasha says hugging Wanda. Wanda and Natasha get up and go downstairs. You can hear them walking down.

“Y/N? Hey I know you’re scared but I need you to come out now,” Natasha says out loud not really knowing which vent you are in.

“Wait let me try,” Wanda says to Natasha.

“Baby girl? I need you to come out from wherever you are okay baby girl? Mama needs you to come out.” Wanda says.

“Mama!” You say happily, coming out and waddling twordas her. You make grabby hands at her and she smiles and picks you up. You rest your head on her shoulder.

“Mama, hurts,” You say.

“I know baby girl, you are gonna have to get a shot and it will make it all better” Wanda says.

“Nooo,” You whine and try to get out of Wanda’s arms.

“Yes baby girl, you have to get it,” Natasha says. Wanda and Natasha walk you all the way back to the medbay where Bruce is already waiting with the shot.

You start to cry as she sets you down and Bruce takes your ankle gently.

“You’re gonna feel a little pinch and then it will be over, okay Y/N?” Bruce asks. It really didn’t hurt that bad but you still balled your eyes out, the pain in your ankle instantly went away.

“Do you want Mama to carry you back to the room baby girl?” She asks. You shake your head no because you’re mad at both of them for making you get the shot. You rub your arm across your face angrily and get off the bed you were on. You walk with a pout and anger on your face back to your room. Wanda and Natasha follow behind you.

When you get back to your room Natasha had made your favorite and it is waiting on the table next to your bed for you. You get up on the bed and look straight ahead with your pout.

“Do you want something to eat baby?” Natasha asks. You make a noise of no.

“Are you sure baby girl, I made your favorite,” Natasha says, a little hurt that you don’t want the food she made special for you.

“No!” You say loudly.

“Do you want Bunny?” Wanda asks you.

“No!” You say again. Wanda and Natasha look at each other.

“Okay, well we have to go baby, we’ll be back in a bit okay?” Wanda says. You don’t look at them even as they get up and leave. When they shut the door you stare at it. You wait for them to come back, but they don't, so the door stays closed. You wait and wait, until all the anger goes away along with your pout. You look over at the food Natasha made you. Now all you want is Mama and Mommy. You get up from the bed and open the door.

“Mama, Mommy?” You say looking to the left.

“Yes baby girl?” Natasha says startling you. You jump a little but when you see them smile at you, you run into their arms.

“M’sorry,” You say while hugging them.

“It’s okay baby girl, do you want to eat now?” Natasha asks. You shake your head pulling them back into the room.

After you eat you snuggle up with Wanda and Natasha in bed, Bunny in your arms and the love blanket wrapped around all three of you.

“We love you baby girl.” Wanda says as she sees you start to drift off.

“Mmm love you too,” You say sleepily. They watch as you fall asleep in their arms, and slowly drift off with you.

[nextdoor-neighbors]

Wasted

Request: hello! may i request a fred story where the reader was drunk and passed out and fred sees her and he takes her home to take care of her but nothing happens ofc :) tysm! x

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking

You had never handled your alcohol well, and you knew this. Yet you never passed up the opportunity to party, especially when you knew Fred Weasley was going to be there. So, here you are, bottle of fire whiskey in hand in the Gryffindor common room, surrounded by the sweaty bodies of your classmates.

It’s the beginning of your sixth year, and the beginning of a very exciting year, at that, full of events such as the Triwizard Tournament and the Yule Ball. And for that reason, the Weasley twins (who looked for any excuse to throw a party) invited everyone in your year and the year above to the Gryffindor common room for a fun night.

You move to the music, not sure exactly who’s around you, but not caring about it, either. You’re just here to let loose and have a good time. But at the same time, you can’t help but keep your eye out for the tall ginger who’ve you had a crush on for years now. Fred, that is. Although George was definitely very attractive, too, of course. Well, duh, you think to yourself, they’re twins. Of course they’re both hot.

You take a swig of your fire whiskey, emptying the bottle, much to your dismay. You can’t remember how much you’ve had to drink, but that’s not about to stop you. You start to push through the crowd, trying to find your way to where the drinks are located, but someone stops you in your tracks. You look up, craning your neck, and sure enough, it’s Fred. Or maybe it’s George. You’re too drunk to tell.

“Y/N,” he says, steadying you by grabbing your upper arms, “You’re wasted already, huh?”

You shake your head wildly. “Which one are you?”

He grins, letting his hands fall away from you, much to your dismay. You can’t help but gaze at his hands. They’re very big.

“I’m Fred. You can’t tell?”

You shake your head again. “You’re a little blurry.”

You go to walk past him, to find another drink of some sort, but you start to stumble. Damn heels. You just wanted to look good, but unfortunately, you had  had to sacrifice your ability to walk when choosing your outfit for the night.

Fred catches your arm just before you fall on to someone’s lap on the couch.

“I’m okay,” you slur, pulling your arm away and bending over to start taking off your heels. Once you’ve got them off, you toss them on a nearby table, knocking over a few cups that are sitting on it, and start making your way over to the table with the drinks.

“Hiiii, Georgie,” you say as you reach for another bottle of fire whiskey. George looks at you from where he stands with Lee, a mixture of amusement and concern on his face.

“Hi, Y/N. Are you sure you should be having another?” he asks.

You shrug, your head spinning. You need to sit down somewhere. Where, you don’t know, but you’ll find a place. The couches were full, so maybe you’ll just find a place on the floor to lay down for a bit, just to recollect yourself.

“No, I shouldn’t,” you yell to him, over the music, “but I’m going to anyway.”

Unopened bottle in hand, you gaze around the common room. It’s suddenly a lot hotter than it was a few minutes ago. You can’t find Fred, either, which is surprising, because of he’s usually so easy to spot because of his height, but it’s no biggie. You’ll find him later.

You seek out an empty chair near the fireplace, much to your relief. You settle down into the chair, leaning your head back to look at the ceiling, which is also spinning. You close your eyes, in hopes that it’ll stop and you can get back to dancing.

-

You open your eyes to a very different scene. It takes you a minute to figure out where you are, considering you have a blinding headache, but panic sets in once you realize that you’re in a bed in a dorm room that is very much not yours.

You pull back the covers, looking at yourself. You’re fully clothed, thankfully. Hopefully that means nothing happened with anyone, because if it did, you have absolutely no memory of it. But whose room is this, anyway? All of the other beds are vacant...

“Morning, sleeping beauty. How’re ya feeling?”

You jolt at the sound of the voice, your eyes widening as you notice Fred Weasley, leaning against the bed post of the right-most bed in the room. His eyes are light with amusement, and you feel yourself flush deeply. This is - out of all people - Fred Weasley’s room?

“I-I-what-I-” you stammer, knowing that you’re making an absolute fool of yourself, but you can’t help it. Fred’s dorm room is the last place you expected to wake up. He watches, a playful smirk on his face, as he waits for you to form a complete sentence.

“Did we... do anything?” you finally manage, lowering your eyes from his, embarrassed about even asking.

“Not at all, Y/N,” he says, and out of your peripheral vision, you watch him walking closer to you, “I went to check on you after George said you’d grabbed another fire whiskey and found you passed out. So I picked you up, carried you up here, and put you in my bed.” When you look back up at him, eyes wide, he smiles gently. “Don’t worry. I slept on the floor. Oh, and-” he points to the floor next to the bed, so you lean over to look- “-I made sure to grab your shoes for you. They were a little wet but I did my best to dry them off.”

You gaze up at Fred, amazed, your heart feeling like it’s being squeezed in your chest. Fred Weasley, taking care of you when you were drunk? Fred Weasley, who you’d been crushing on for forever, seeing you passed out and bringing you up to his room so nothing happened to you.

“Now, c’mon,” he says, holding out his hand. You take it, your hand tiny in his, which makes your heart flutter. “We don’t wanna miss breakfast, do we?”

[mod2amaryllis]

it's an animal thoughts morning. one thing I don't see mentioned often enough when it comes to animal handling/relations is the importance of endearments. and I mean that literally. I mean you should be referring to your animals as darling, love, angel, baby, etc as often as possible. seems obvious to some but I promise it doesn't occur to ppl. how often do we joke and insult our animals? WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE AND SILLY BTW but many folks take it to the extreme and only use funny rude words, or are very formal with their animals.

lemme explain. when you consciously start using endearments, two things are happening. the pet is registering your tone of voice/body language, which should automatically get some tenderness stank on there, and way more importantly: YOUR brain is being conditioned. Goose is straight up deaf and I still do this and I notice a difference between her and co-workers' pets because the difference is with ME. you are telling your brain "this creature IS baby, this creature IS darling" and the more you do it the more capable you'll be of exerting patience when they exhibit bad behaviors, which is SO FUCKING CLUTCH when it comes to building rich relationships.

with my animals specifically, this manifests as trust. no matter what, every time I grab them for a potty break, every time I see them, even if I'm cranky and exhausted, my greeting is a relieved sigh and a quiet "oh...my angels...hello my perfect darlings." contrast this with some of my uhhhh we'll say less experienced co-workers who will go back to their dogs with more frustration. nothing bad. I just genuinely don't know anyone else who's quite so deliberately lovey-dovey with their animals as I am, and Joanie and Goose are [DOTING PARENT MOMENT] The Best Fucking Dogs At The Clinic And It's Not Even Close Oh My God They Are So Good Walk On Their Leashes Like Absolute Champs They Never Bark Except When There's An Actively Aggressive Dog Then Joanie Will Bark Because She's Worried About Us Oh My God What A Good Girl Fuck Off I Love Them So Much.

so in my work, we've been doing curbside the last year. this makes parents nervous. they can't observe what we're doing inside. FOR THE RECORD, there has been a noticeable improvement on behavior because animals are generally less cooperative when they're also worried about their owners, but we've still been extra careful about reassuring everyone involved. the moment I'm taking that animal from their parent, I switch from professional-talking-to-a-human-voice to gooey-gushy-baby-sweet "hiiii shnookums hewwo little one it's okaaaaay <3333" all the way to the door, all the way inside, the WHOLE time I'm buttering up that patient, and I'm sincere about it too.

I can't fucking stress the difference. I CAN'T stress how much animals understand us. lol actually it always annoys me to see hypotheticals like "wow wouldn't it be cool if we could talk to animals :)" because we already can!! to the best of their capability, we DO already communicate. they're picking up every motion and inflection, I promise you. THEY understand US, the language barrier is in the other direction and you can learn it if you care to.

but this is why I'm the guy for reactive animals. I literally purr while restraining cats. I never stop sweettalking. that's why friday when a nervous puppy with a "caution" warning came in and everyone else was being a fucking weirdo thinking he'd bite them I walked over and assured him "hi my friend it's okay" scooped that dude right on up worked with him all day. caution is important but literally confidence and reassurance is WAY way way moreso.

anyway yeah if you don't already do it, I recommend taking endearments out for a spin. shnookums is a favorite of mine. change that brain chemistry.

[confusedhost-archive]

Hey remember uh. That au that was like undertale toh au? Okay so i made it a week ago and wrote a bit down so heres it copy pasted:

Luz walks up a hill, rolling her eyes at a story Eda told her. Something about “gold flowers that were really important”?

“Be careful Luz, theres /spooooookkkyyy/ things up there.” SURE eda. Thanks.

She meets a kid her age on the way up. They wear a blue sweater with pink stripes. “Hey there friend!” She says. “Be careful, it can be kinda spooky up here. DANGEROUS even!” She adds a little giggle at the end.

The kid raises a brow.

“Oh, little old me? I’ll be fine!” She winks, and activates a light glyph. She raises a finger to her lips.

The kid laughs silently, and gives a thumbs up. They take off the small backpack they were holding and settle down.

Luz walks off, light in hand, and waves back at them.

She gets to the top of the hill and sighs. “This better be-“ Luz glances up and falters, the last “… worth….. it…..” falling dumbly from her lips.

It was a GIANT hold, a thin ring of gold flowers surrounding the edge. Oh, this was BEAUTIFUL….

“Wow,” she breathed, walking forward slowly. She crouched to look down into the hole and grinned nervously at the black nothingness that awaited. “Hoo boy..” she giggled. “I’d better get Eda those flowers she wanted.”

She plucked a couple flowers, tucking them safely into a jar eda had handed her before she left.

“…and there! Okay this should be the last one.” She pulled at another, and smiled down at it. “Okay you pretty lil guys, time to go home.” She tucked the jar into her bag, and stood up with a grunt.

Oh.

Oh dear.

Gravity pulled down at her, the rock at the edge of the hole having crumbled beneath her feet. Luz screamed, as loudly as she could.

Not far off, a child looked up, worried.

Luz groaned. She opened her eyes to darkness, and blinked wildly. Under her was a bed of flowers, the petals soft and familiar.

She dug a finger into the ground beneath her and drew out the light glyph.

In the shine of the glyph, she could see the colour of the flowers. Golden.. golden…..

GOLDEN.

“THE GOLDEN FLOWERS!” Luz gasped, twisting and turning in search of her backpack. “Ohhhh no, Eda NEEDED those, oh no, oh noooo…”

With a soft cry of relief, Luz found the pack. “Ohh thank goodness.”

Guh. Something something she looks around, looks up and sees the night sky and goes oh huh im. OH. Oh boy um. Hm.

And then she goes into the next room and floweys like hiiii 😄omg hello 😋ur a human 😳thats so poggers 😍- what the fuck is that

And luz is like uh. This is a glyph. A light glyph. And hes like huh. Um. Aight okay cool cool cool coolcoolcoolcool right yeah. Uh. Now um. Hm. I was gonna. Okay so listen up a lady should be coming by soon i mean with how loud u screamed back there… um she’ll help u out. I’ll… see u later.

And he just. Leaves bye. Toriel comes by and sees her and is like oh goodness a child are you alright you must be sooo scared are u hurt and shes like uh no not really and no not really. Heh you wouldnt BELIEVE the stuff thats happened to me this is NOTHING. Hah. Um do you have hot chocolate you seem like the type to have hot chocolate

And then toriel does the whole. Puzzle thing and then toriel goes to make the pie and flowey pops up and hes like i am going to figure you out thats what i’m going to do. And Luz is like “you know, all you boiling isles guys are reallllly weird about humans. Calm down! I know humans don’t have magic but I do so. Youre just going to have to deal with it!” And flowey stares at her for a minute and then leaves

Something or another about “theres a lot to unpack right there”

Anyway thats all i got right now i just think its funny

[mugiwara-rosewolf]

Hiiii💚hope ur have a good day/night if it not to much to ask can i have Zoro with a female reader who to shy to confess her feeling for him. You could end it anyway u want 💚

Hello Anon! I loved the concept you sent me, but it turned out a *little* different than I anticipated. If this isn’t what you were hoping for, feel free to Bop me in the DM’s and I’ll try again. Hope you enjoy!

Timid Confession

Zoro x Shy!Reader

6 Romantic Do’s and Don’ts--Swordsman Edition

(Warning: mild cursing. Stupid pirates.)

There comes a time, when every soul on Earth must be open and unbearably honest with another. A time when you must expose yourself. A time where you must open the ribcage of your chest to reveal the butterflies in your stomach, the fluttering of your heartbeat, and the way your breath hitches when a certain silhouette walks by. There comes a time when you have no choice but to lay your life--mind, body and soul--on the line and take a risk. In theory, this is something you know quite well. As a warrior of the Straw hat crew, this willingness to put everything at risk for your dreams is an everyday reality. But what about when that risk is a person? Surely the basic gist is still the same...right?

Wrong. Johnny and Yosaku used to laugh about this a lot--to your face--about how you are an absolute disaster outside of battle. The stoic, competent warrior shown on your bounty poster would vaporize as soon as you sheath your sword. Otherwise, you were a bashful, stumbling mess. And once a certain moss-haired hunter joined the crew...you were finished. With the flash of his sword, he caught your attention. With his wicked-sharp slit of a smile, he punctured the deepest parts of you. Your fate was sealed. Roronoa Zoro would be the death of you. 

Everyone seemed to know what this strange phenomenon was, but to you, it was a goddamned mystery. It was a miracle that you were ever able to speak more than a dozen words to him on any given day. When your paths diverged for the first time, it was almost a relief. But from then on, there was always a gap in your plans. An empty bunk on your ship that used to be filled with snores at the most random hours. Your chest always ached at the memory. 

It was in that space of absence that you realized--you loved him. The thought alone was enough to turn your whole world turned topsy-turvy. Then the Baratie happened. Then Mihawk, then Arlong and then--this peculiar straw-hat pirate, this boy that Zoro had sworn his fealty to--invites you along on his grand adventure. After all the things you’d seen and done, seeing the anticipation glistening in Roronoa’s eyes...how could you say no?

Life since then has been the wildest ride you could ever dream of. Marines, mercenaries, Giant whales and dinosaurs--it’s like something out of a fairy tale. And during all that time, one thing hasn’t changed. Zoro. Your heart pounds in your chest when you hear his footfalls approaching. Butterflies swim up to your throat every time you hear his voice. butterflies in your stomach. Your breath hitches, just from the way he looks at you. There were so many nights, hunkered down with Johnny and Yosaku in some tavern somewhere, where you wondered what you would say to him. To Zoro, if your paths ever crossed again. 

Now here you are, reunited, chasing your dreams together. And yet you still can’t speak, let alone freaking breath in his presence. It was a nightmare. Stuttering every line, palms sweating, knees trembling, face catching fire--every possible symptom under the sun now seemed to increase ten-fold. How the heck were you supposed to genuinely bond with the man you loved when you could barely talk?

Nami was the first to catch on. Of course, she was. Her suggestion was to trick him into confessing his feelings for you. The moment she said the words you just stared at her. You swore right then and there this lady was crazy. Like, ‘dingo ate my baby’ crazy. There was no way in any of the Blues that Zoro had feelings for you. How could he? Every interaction was stilted and awkward. The only reason you two fought well together was that you’d done it before. God, how you’d missed it, in the time he’d been away. You quickly shook yourself free of the thought.

 “Z-Zoro doesn’t work like that,” you’d told her. “Anything underhanded is either--is either gonna fly over his head or piss him off. I-I can’t, I can’t do that…” 

The second time was Chopper’s idea. He hadn’t meant to overhear, but his curious little ears were very sensitive and… “well, I want to help you and Zoro”. 

Which--okay. Zoro and Chopper adore each other. The swordsman is always co concerned and gentle with the young doctor. But he never belittles your resident reindeer for his age or size. That was something you already admired about the elder swordsman. He maintained gratifying respect for everyone in the crew--even Sanji. Nevertheless. You found it very endearing that Copper wanted to help you confess your feelings. As you soon discovered, however...that sweet, innocent winter reindeer had no clue about human romance whatsoever. 

“Well, that was a waste-a--” 

“Wonderful lesson in reindeer culture!” You interjected. Cutting off the cat burglar before she could finish her sentence. “But, uh, m-maybe there are other ways I can go about...er, ya know.”

And so, Nami called in reinforcements. Usopp the Liar. The long-nosed sniper was dragged into the room by his ear. Nami recounted the situation as I hid my face in my hands. His eyes practically sparkled with excitement.

 “Ooh! Okay! I have a great idea! How about I go up to Zoro and start bragging about you, ya know, all the awesome adventures you went on before you saw each other again. Then he’d know just how awesome you are and he’d have to ask you out. I mean, he’s already in lo--” 

“L-loudly snoring in the galley, I’m sure,” you excused quickly, shaking your head. “But if you interrupt his nap, all he’s gonna do is skin you alive.” Ussop visibly paled at the matter-of-fact statement. “I don’t--I don’t want anyone else getting hurt on my behalf so let’s just--I’ll figure something else out.”

Leaving the little pow-wow below decks, you bump into none other than your beloved’s worst enemy--Sanji, the ‘Ero-Cook’. “Ah, Y/N!” He cried in jubilation.

“Sanji!” You squeaked out. Your sudden alarm gave him pause.

“You look distressed, mademoiselle,” The observation alone was enough to turn his expression into a stormcloud incarnate. “If that damned Marimo broke your heart, I swear--”

“N-n-n-n-no!” You hurried to reassure him, waving your hand before Sanji could start kicking anything. “That’s not it at all! I mean, we were talking about--but he didn’t--I mean, he wasn’t even--” after so many fumbles you eventually just gave up, heaving a heavy sigh. “It’s nothing. I’m just bad at being brave.”

“I don’t believe it,” The cook’s immediate reply has you looking up at him in surprise. You saw him pull a cigarette from the pocket of his suit. “Not in a million years. You are one of the bravest angels sailing the seas, Y/N--whatever it is that scares you, they should be ten times more afraid.”

“You still talking about Zoro?”

“Damn right I am,” Sanji growled, his vitriol for Zoro overpowering his typical decorum. His lighter flickered to life as his eyes met yours. “It’s a gentleman’s job to court a lady, make her feel precious and desired. That brute can’t tell romance from a brick wall.”

“Whatchu talkin’ bout bricks for?” Another voice queried. Both you and Sanji turn. There, at the other end of the hall, is your captain. “Bricks got nothin’ to do with Zoro.”

“L-Luffy,” You stammered. “I thought you were at the figurehead, with Zoro?”

“I was, but then he decided to nap somewhere else. So I came here.” Luffy stated clearly, hands perched proudly on his hips. He looked between you and Sanji again, still curious. “So, why you guys talking about Zoro and bricks?”

“Because that’s how dense he is,” Sanji retorted. “Moss-head can’t tell that our darling Y/N is head-over-heels for his dumbass.” a trail of smoke slithered from between his gritted teeth. 

At the mention of your name, Luffy turned and cocked his head. “But your head is below your heels. Isn’t that how people work?”

“M-most of the time, yes,” Sanji let out a sigh and a low curse. You bit your lip a moment before electing to explain. “But that’s not--what he means is, er, that I....uh, oh how do I explain this? Um. I want to tell Zoro something. But I’m not sure how.”

Your captain stared blankly at you. As if you’d smacked yourself in the face with a plank of wood and he couldn’t sure why. “Why are you so scared?” He asked, point-blank. “Whatever’s the most you thing to do, do it that way. Don’t worry about anything else, Y/N.” 

Both you and Sanji shared a glance. The cook’s narrowed eyes told you he was a little bit sceptical. But he shrugged. He knew better than to question your captain’s logic. You, on the other hand, felt as if the sky had suddenly opened up. The next time you looked back at Luffy, your smile was as bright as the midday sun. “I think...I think you got the right idea, Luffy. I’ll give it a shot!”

Walking past both young men, you found your way to one of Zoro’s favourite napping places. Nami’s orchard. When you find him there, time seems to pause for a moment. The wash of the waves against the ship, the scent of the sun and the salt of the sea. That tang of citrus and those bright spots of colour in the trees--all those things seem hushed now. All you see is that head of mossy green hair and the entrancing rise-and-fall of his breath. You found a rake near Usopp’s garden boxes. It was like you had told the sniper earlier. If you prod a sleeping swordsman, you’ll get skinned alive. That is if you stand within swords-length. 

Blades of grass softly crunch under your shoes as you tip-toe your way to the tree where Zoro is resting. When you’re close enough to reach, you turn the rake over in your hand; electing to poke him with the wooden tip instead of the metal points. If he felt the metal he might mistake it for a weapon and a genuine threat. Goodness knows you and your old bounty-hunting crew had plenty of threats to your sleep over the years. 

One poke. No response. Two pokes. A groan and a slight shift. Then the snoring returns. You poke him three times; poke-poke-poke. He groans and shifts, his brow furrowing at the disturbance. But he still doesn’t open his eyes. You huffed to yourself. You really thought the three-pokes would work. Three was Zoro’s favourite number, after all. Patience fizzling along with your nerve, you finally jab him in the side. 

“Zoro!”

The swordsman jolts awake. He looks up, seeing the broomstick near his shoulder, and traces it to you. “Why are you poking me with a rake?” 

The moment his eyes land on you, all your fizzling patience and brazen nerve seem to vanish into the air. Butterflies surge from your stomach in a tidal wave, suddenly clogging up your throat. Your heartbeat jolts in speed at the sudden onslaught. The rake clatters from your hands as you flounder in embarrassment. “T-to, to avoid being fileted by a grumpy swordsman.”

Zoro huffed. “Put that thing away,” You hurry to do so. It is a vain hope that you might beagle to drain the warm flush from your face by the time you return. All the while, your fellow swordsman scrubs the sleep from his face with one hand. “Why’d you wake me up?” 

“I-I, I wanna talk to you.” You abruptly drop yourself into the grass beside him. Standing above him in this orange grove somehow made you feel weird. If you were gonna have this conversation, you felt you needed to be on the same level.

“Okay, then talk.” 

“Er, okay. So…Zoro, I-I mean I’ve been meaning to tell you that I--” you hesitate. But this time you swallow the lump in your throat, summon your courage--and expose your beating heart. “--I love you.”

Zoro is silent for a long moment. His eyes never waver from where you now sit beside him. Swords propped on his other side, he has his arms wrapped around his knees. Ever since he woke up, his expression hasn’t changed. He just looks at you, plain and straightforward as can be when he says; “Okay.” 

You splutter. The single word response is nearly enough to throw you into conniptions. “Wha-what do you mean just, ‘okay’? I’ve been agonizing over how to tell you how I feel for-for ages! And all you have to say is ‘okay’?!” 

The swordsman snorted. “Like words are the only thing that matters. Your actions speak for you, Y/N. I thought my actions made it clear that I--” 

“...You what?” You blink, watching the spark of a blush rush vividly across the swordsman's’ cheeks. 

“I-I love you, dammit! There. You happy now?” 

The instant those words reached your ears, your smile bloomed like a sunflower. After all the ideas and voices and fears you’d heard today, you could hardly believe it--they were right! After all the years preparing for this moment, you could finally look someone in the eye and speak your truth. “I couldn’t be happier.”

[mistersshelby]

Could you write a fic about Tommy’s long-lost daughter that is gay. After a while he found out about his daughter. She’s really scared about the families reaction but they don’t care about who she loves, they’re just worried about the dangers added by this that?!?! Love your writing btw ☺️🥰😍🥰😕

HIIII this isn’t exactly what you asked for but it’s almost the same!!! I hope you like it!!!

questions, comments, concerns

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Lucy keeps raising her hand to the door to knock and then dropping it, turning to leave the big house only to turn back around when she reaches the end of the drive. “If he sends you away then you’ve lost nothing.” She reminds herself and finally knocks.

She hears voices on the other side of the door and they grow louder until the door swings open and her father stands there, an older woman a step behind him.

When Lucy just stands there, unable to form words, he looks at her with annoyance, “Can I help you?”

“I-- uh-- um-- Are you-- Sorry, are you Thomas Shelby?” She knows he is, she has been watching him for weeks, but she asks anyway.

“Who’s asking?”

Lucy takes a deep breath, “My name’s Lucy Bennett. I’m your daughter, sir.”

The older woman’s hand flies to her mouth, but Tommy doesn’t react, only looks her up and down, “That’s not possible, sorry.”

He goes to shut the door, but Lucy thrusts her boot between it and the threshold, “Wait! I can prove it, please.”

“Can’t prove something that never happened.” He tries to kick her foot out of the way, but she remains firm.

“My mother died a few months ago and all I have left of her is this diary.” She holds it out to him now, “I thought the drunk soldier she had been married to my whole life was my father, but this diary says otherwise. I did the math, according to the diary she didn’t meet the man she married until six months before I was born. She writes of your encounters three months prior.” Lucy talks quickly, afraid he’ll break her foot to get the door shut, “Please, I can show you, I’ll explain everything and if you still don’t believe me, I’ll go.”

The older woman puts a hand on Tommy’s arm, “Let her in, Tommy, listen to her.” She leans in close to his ear, “She has your eyes.” She says, trying to make sure Lucy doesn’t hear, but she does.

Lucy relaxes at the older woman’s words and looks to Tommy expectantly. Finally, he sighs and steps aside to allow her to pass.

The older woman, who Lucy learns is Polly, asks the maid to brew some tea and makes friendly small talk while Tommy sits, arms crossed and scowling at Lucy.

“Who’s your mum?” He asks roughly, “You look like you were born around the time I was in the war. I wasn’t-- I didn’t have anyone then.”

He had a good eye, you had just turned seventeen and were born at the very end of 1914, according to your research, his first year of service. “Yeah, I was born in December of 1914. My mother was a whore in France.” She takes out the diary, opens to a page she had marked, and slides it over to him, “She only writes about you as Tommy, but later goes into more detail about your station and platoon and I was able to figure it out from there.”

Tommy eyes her carefully as he takes the diary from her and reads it over slowly, flipping through pages. Lucy resists the urge to tell him to be careful, it’s all she has of her mother now. It’s a good ten minutes before he puts the diary down and slides it back to her. “You don’t sound French.” It was an accusation, but she didn’t mind.

“One of her other clients, after you, was another British soldier named William Bennett. After the war, he married my mother and took us back to England. I was only four or five at the time so as I was in school I dropped my French accent. My mother never learned English fully, though, so we always spoke French to each other.” She says some quick things in French to prove to him she wasn’t lying.

“Where’s William Bennett, then? Why isn’t he taking care of you?”

Lucy looks down at her hands, afraid he’ll see the shame in her face if he looks too closely, “He, um, he never much liked me. Kicked me out after my mother died. I took my mum’s diary and when I found you I moved to Small Heath, found a job at a shop, and rented a flat. Told myself I’d work up the courage to talk to you once I was settled.” He’s still quiet, and she realizes quickly what he must think, “I don’t want money, I can take care of myself just fine, I just-- I just wanted the chance to know you.”

“Know me?” He scoffs, “You live in Small Heath and you’ve done your research, so you know who I really am. What I do. Why would you want a father like that?”

Lucy swallows, “Yes, I’ve heard the talk. But I’ve also heard of the lengths you go to to protect your family. You care about them. I’ve never had a father who cared about me. Was hoping that-- well-- maybe--” She realizes how ridiculous she must sound, knowing no one in their right mind could love her once they knew the truth. It was why even her mother had turned her cheek to her in her last year of life. William had always seemed to know something was off, and finding out seemed like a victory for him. Lucy’s head spins as she recalls how he kicked her out the second her mother’s heart stopped beating. She realizes Polly and Tommy are staring at her blankly as she’s stopped talking and knows she has to go, “Nevermind, I-- I’m sorry--” She stands abruptly, snatching the diary and nearly knocking over the table, “I’m sorry to have bothered you, this was a mistake.” Lucy practically runs to the front door, ignoring Polly as she calls after her.

Tears stream down her face as she runs through the gravel driveway and unties her horse, hopping up quickly and riding away. She doesn’t see Tommy standing in the doorway, looking longingly after her.

“What are you doing?” Polly says, exasperated, “Go after her!”

Tommy shakes his head, “Not right now. She’s hiding something. I’ll have to find out what it is.”

“She’s your daughter, Tommy, who cares?”

“Yes, she’s my daughter. And that’s precisely why I need to make sure she’s not dangerous.” 

Polly rolls her eyes and walks away, but Tommy stays, watching as Lucy turns into a speck on the horizon, and then nothing. Only then does he finally go back inside and lock himself in his study.

His mind is reeling from the realization that he’s had a child this entire time and he missed out on everything. He knew what it was like to have a father who never cared and it pained him to know that one of his own children had to go through that, something he promised himself would never happen.

He would make it right with her, but first, he needed to know what she was hiding. 

***

Lucy sniffled and took a deep breath before walking into her flat where she knew Abigail was waiting. Abigail’s curly red hair bounced against her shoulders as she turned to see Lucy step in through the door. 

“So? How’d it go?” She said as Lucy was still taking off her boots.

“It didn’t. I chickened out.” Lucy lied.

“Well where were you the whole time then?”

“Riding,” She continued the lie, “Trying to work up the courage to knock on his door.”

Abigail pushed out her lower lip in a pout that Lucy found adorable and walked over to her, placing her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, “It’s probably better, Lu. I mean, he is a murderer.”

Lucy shrugged off Abigail’s hands and walked into the bathing room. “Lu, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean--” But Lucy shuts the door and listens to Abigail sigh on the other side before walking away.

Abigail hadn’t been very supportive of Lucy’s stalking of Tommy, had very nearly ended their relationship over moving to Small Heath. “I don’t see why you need a man’s approval so badly, and a gangster to boot. This is just going to end with you hurt again.” She would say, and Lucy would explain over and over again that Abigail didn’t understand because her parents both still loved her. And they would go around like this over and over again. She was tired of seeing the condescending look on her face, and besides, she didn’t know Tommy. No one did, except his family. She wanted to know him before she decided he was a no good gangster. But maybe she’d never get that chance. Maybe he didn’t want to know her.

***

Tommy had done some asking around and had found the residence of Lucy Bennett in Small Heath. Since finding her residence, he had been following her around, the way he assumed she had been following him for weeks. It bothered him that he hadn’t known she had been following him this whole time. A test to her skills and a hit to his own. The first day he followed her didn’t reveal much. She went to the shop early in the morning, stayed until late afternoon, and then she’d go to the stables. 

He watched her from afar and smiled to himself as he saw her tend to her horse, talking to him gently and petting him. She took him for a ride, which he followed as closely as he dared, but she only took him for a trot around the city and back. She then tied him up and left. He followed her just long enough to see that she had gone home and then turned back to the stables.

“Hello there.” He said to her horse when he got there, “Is she taking good care of you?” 

The horse huffed in response, but allowed Tommy to pet him eventually and Tommy whispered gently to him. He seemed in good shape, Tommy couldn’t find anything he or Curly would do different with him. And when he turned to look into the water trough, he couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face when he saw goldfish swimming around in there. “A gypsy through and through, eh?” He murmured to himself and then headed back to where he’d left his own horse.

The next few days were more of the same, but one day after arriving back from the shop, Lucy left her flat again. Tommy would’ve figured maybe she was running out for food or something of the sort, but she came out wearing different clothes, makeup done, hair curled and with a red headed girl on her arm. He didn’t think much of it, it was a Friday and she was young, she was probably going out with a friend to get drunk.

He followed her anyway, just in case. They go to a bar Tommy doesn’t recognize, and he waits in an alley next to it, smoking cigarette after cigarette as he waits for her. Finally, he hears a drunken giggle and sees two girls walking by. He confirms it’s Lucy, gives her a fair lead, and then follows her out. It seems to be exactly what he suspected it to be, a night out with a friend, and he feels a bit stupid for following her. Maybe he was wrong, maybe she’s not hiding anything. 

But, still ways away from her flat, Lucy giggles and pulls the girl into an alley. Frowning, Tommy picks up his pace and then quietly peers around the wall. It takes a minute for his eyes to adjust to what he’s seeing and his ears to accept that, yes, that is indeed what he’s hearing. Lucy has the red headed girl pinned to the wall with her body as her mouth and hands wander. The red headed girl starts moaning, but Lucy shushes her which results in lots of giggling and Tommy decides he has heard and seen more than enough. This is what Lucy was hiding from him.

***

It’s about a week after Lucy first showed up at Tommy Shelby’s door when there’s a knock at her own door. “Lucy, can you get that?” Abigail yells, “I’m in the loo!”

“Yeah!” Lucy yells from the table where she was sat reading and walks to the door. When she swings it open and sees Tommy Shelby, standing in his long black coat and hat, her face falls.

He doesn’t waste time with a greeting, “Is Abigail here?”

The blood drains from her face, “How do you know about--”

“Darling, who’s at the--?” Abigail stops dead in her tracks when she sees Tommy there.

“Do you mind leaving so I could have a private word with my daughter?”

“Excuse me?” Abigail huffs, “This is my flat!”

“Abigail, go.” Lucy says, eyes still on Tommy.

“Lu, you shouldn’t be alone with him, you don’t even know him--”

“I asked you to leave.” Lucy says quietly, “I can handle it.”

Abigail seems affronted and Lucy knows this will be an argument later, but she can’t bring herself to care. Tommy knew about Abigail and still called her his daughter, that had to mean something. Once she’s left, glaring at Lucy the whole way, she brings Tommy to the kitchen table and asks if he wants tea, which he declines.

“I’m sorry to show up like this.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

“When you showed up at my house, when you were talking I could tell you were hiding something--”

“I wasn’t--”

“It’s alright, I’m not upset, you’re my daughter, I hide things plenty. But I wanted to know what it was before I brought you into my home, my family.”

Lucy is sweating now, “I suppose you know now and decided you don’t want an abomination like me in your family.”

Tommy scoffs, “An abomination? Because you fancy women? That’s a bit harsh.” Lucy frowns, confused, but he continues, “I admit, I was surprised and things don’t surprise me much anymore. But I was relieved.”

Lucy shakes her head, “Relieved?”

“Oh, Lucy, you come from a line of murderers, addicts, a long line of bad bad men and dangerous women. I thought maybe you were a part of a drug ring, or a part of a rival gang, or some sort of assassin. All I found out in my days of following you was that you love your horse and you like women so yes, I was relieved.” Lucy is still processing everything he’s said when he continues, “Now, when I found out I started doing some research on Abigail, when did you meet her?”

Her head is still spinning, “Research on Abigail, wha--? Why?”

“You met her around the same time you sorted out that you were a Shelby, yeah?”

“I--” She blinked, but then sorted through her memories, “Yeah, I guess so, why?”

“She’s been working really hard to deter you from trying to meet me, yeah?”

Lucy frowned, “Well, yeah, but she was just… She knew about what you did, your family, she was trying to protect me.”

“The reason she didn’t want you to meet me is because she comes from a family that’s just as dangerous as ours.” Ours. Lucy tried not to fixate too much on that word. 

“Wait, Abigail? No way, she’s-- Her family runs a farm on the outskirts of the country. They’re from Ireland, they’ve never even been to Birmingham.”

“That’s what she told you, but her father wants me dead. And she knows that. And she’s been staying with you because her father eventually plans to use you as leverage to get to me.”

“No,” Lucy, stands and backs away from the table shaking her head, “No, that’s not true. Abigail loves me. She--”

“Lucy--” Tommy rises too and he sees she’s about to bolt.

“No.” Lucy says again and goes to walk around Tommy who tries to keep her in the apartment, but she shoves him away, “Don’t. I need to talk to her. If you must tag along, fine, but I’m not leaving here without talking to her first.”

Tommy sighs, but follows her anyway to where Abigail is smoking a cigarette outside the building. “Do you love me?” Lucy says as soon as she steps out the door.

“Christ.” Tommy swears, feeling very uncomfortable having to watch this exchange, but he must because he knows no daughter of Alexander Galligan walks around without a weapon.

Abigail eyes Tommy, frowning, but turns back to Lucy, “Don’t be stupid, of course I do. What did he say to you?”

“He says your family is a rival gang who wants him dead and you’re just keeping me close to use me as leverage to get to him and that’s why you’ve been trying to keep me away from him.”

Abigail snorts and looks towards Tommy, “Did your research, did ya? You obviously didn’t do it well enough or you’d know I haven’t spoken to my family in years. I cut off contact. You’re right about one thing though, my father does want you dead. Has for as long as I can remember.”

Lucy is still shaking her head, “But you told me you were close to your parents, that they loved you even though you liked girls.”

“I lied,” Abigail brings a hand to her face, “I didn’t want you to know my family, I’m… I’m ashamed of them and what they do. And they’re ashamed of me so I guess we’re even.”

“Then why were you trying to keep her away from me?” Tommy butt in.

“Because I know better than anyone what being in a family like yours is like. She won’t find love with you like she thinks. You’re dangerous. You’ll just get her killed.”

“If anything what’ll get her killed is traipsing around Small Heath with you letting the whole world know you’re… intimate.” He ends awkwardly, “I don’t care who you love.” Tommy turns his attention back to Lucy who had reddened considerably at his last sentence, “I’ll protect you from anyone who thinks you’re fuckin’ less than because of it, but you two need to be more careful if you’re going to live here. Understood?”

They both nod, Abigail rolling her eyes. “And you’re wrong.” Tommy continues, looking back to Abigail, “I know what it’s like when a parent or a family member doesn’t love you. I wanted my father to love me more than anything in the world and I promised myself my children would never feel the same. She’s a Shelby and that means I will protect her and love her until my last breath. And if you stick around for long enough, though you can’t get married, that protection applies to you as well.”

Abigail softens a bit at his words, “Okay, Mister Shelby. But if you hurt her I’ll have to cut you.”

Tommy smiles, “Same goes for you, Abigail.”

***

Lucy came back to the Shelby house a week later, Abigail in tow to meet the rest of her family. “It’s gonna be fine, Lu, the worst that could happen is one of the Shelby brothers pulls a knife on you and tells you not to fuck his wife.” Lucy gives her a horrified look and Abigail laughs, “I’m joking, relax.”

Just then Tommy opens the door and wraps Lucy in a hug, which she is surprised but delighted all the same by the affection. He rests his head on top of hers and then says, “I am so sorry for everything you’re about to endure.”

Lucy frowns, about to ask him what he means, but he immediately whisks her into another room where there are immediate joyful yells as her new family pulls her into hugs and welcomes her and not one of them bats an eye at Abigail, not even when they hold hands. Everyone is lovely to her and makes her laugh until she snorts, but she most enjoys playing with Charles and Ruby, her half brother and sister.

Finally, when everything’s quieted down and Abigail is dozing off on the couch, Tommy asks to take her for a walk.

“You like horses?” Tommy asks.

She nods, “Begged my mum for one every day from the day I could talk until I was eleven and she saved up everything she had to get me one. His name’s Oliver, but I call him Ollie.”

Tommy smiles, “That’s the gypsy in you. Before the war all I wanted to do was take care of horses.”

“Really?” Lucy smiles, delighted to have something in common with him.

He nods, “I went to go see your horse one night after I followed you, you take good care of him.”

She looks shocked, “He let you near him? He never let’s anyone touch him but me, it’s a battle to even get him to let Abigail ride behind me.”

“It’s the gypsy blood. Never met a horse that didn’t like me. Anyway, I saw you put goldfish in his trough. Where’d you learn that?”

“My mum told me when I got him that she used to have a horse before I was born, but when she found out she was pregnant with me, she sold him, to save the money. But, anyway, she told me a soldier she serviced once really liked horses and went out to see hers. He also told her that putting goldfish in her water trough would keep it clean and free of bugs and other things that were dangerous to the horses. So that’s how I learned.”

When Lucy looks over to Tommy he’s got a big grin on his face, “What?” She asks.

“I remember your mum now.” He says, “I taught her that.”

Lucy’s grin matches his, “Really?”

He nods, “She had a beautiful horse.” They’re silent for a moment, “I’m glad that even though I wasn’t there for you when you were growing up, at least you got that small thing from me.”

“Me too.” They walk in silence for a few minutes before Lucy breaks it, “Did you mean what you said before, to me and Abigail? That you’d always love and protect me no matter… no matter who I love?”

He nods, “Yes.”

“It doesn’t bother you at all?”

“Lucy, I would be a hypocrite if I judged you just because of someone you loved. We can’t help who we love and we certainly don’t choose it. I spent the better part of my adult life committing crimes and killing men. Bad men, mostly, but still. Knowing all that, you still wanted to meet me. Wanted me in your life. I don’t care who you are or what you’ve done. You’re my blood. It changes nothing about how I feel about you. Alright?”

Instead of answering she flings her arms around his waist and pulls him close, “Thank you.” She says, muffled against his chest. 

He smiles and strokes a hand down her hair, using the other to pull her close to him, “You’re welcome.”

[remywrites5]

hiiii i really love your blog and i may or may not have spent the weekend binge reading your posts.... 😂 anyway i’ve had a kinda shitty day and i was wondering if you could maybe write something with james x regulus? if not that’s totally fine haha thank you!!!!!!

Hi nonny! I’m pretty sure this ask is like years old and I’m really sorry it took me so long! You probably don’t even follow me anymore but if you do I hope your days have gotten better! But either way here’s a little something for you: 

***

           “Oi, Jamie,” Sirius said, poking his head into James’ room. “Just a reminder that my brother is coming to visit for the weekend.”

           James groaned. “Sirius, no!” he complained, shutting his chemistry book. “You’ll disappear with Remus for the entire weekend and I’ll be stuck babysitting your brother, who I’ve never even met!”

           Sirius rolled his eyes. “First of all, Reg is only a year younger than us, you won’t be babysitting anyone. Second of all, we’re all going to a party at Mckinnon’s tonight so you won’t be stuck alone with him the whole time.”

           “Just part of the time?”

           Sirius shrugged. “I mean I’ll do my best…”

           “God, you’re the worst fucking friend,” James grumbled, opening his chemistry book back up and attempting to cram for his test later that day.    

           “Oh and Jamie?”

           “Yes?

           “Don’t be a prick, alright?

           Sirius ducked out of the way as a chemistry book went flying towards his head.

                                                           ***

           “Honey, we’re home,” Sirius sing-songed as he arrived back from picking Regulus up from the train station. James sighed and got out of bed, figuring he might as well try to be nice to the intruder. It wasn’t that James was opposed to people visiting for the weekend, it was just that Sirius and Remus were attached at the hip, and James hadn’t been making any progress with Evans. He knew it was selfish, but he hated other people being happy when he was fairly miserable. The last thing he wanted to do this weekend was hang around some snotty-nosed younger sibling.

            He stepped out into the hallway and saw the Black brothers together for the first time. It wasn’t hard to tell they were related, same inky black hair, same impossibly high cheekbones, matching grey eyes. But where Sirius was all rough edges and rock and roll, Regulus was all smooth and posh. Unlike Sirius, who kept his hair long and shoulder length and a decent amount of stubble on his face, Regulus had his hair styled, cut short on the side and long on top to fall into his eyes in a very chic way. He was also clean-shaven and James could only imagine he had all kinds of fancy potions and after-creams to give him that effect.

           “Hello,” Regulus said, holding his hand out to James, already being ever so polite. “You must be James. It’s nice to meet you.”

           “Nice to meet you too,” James said, making the handshake a little rougher than was strictly necessary.

           Sirius grinned broadly and threw his arms around each of their shoulders, drawing them close to him. “My two brothers, together at last!”

           “Gerroff,” James growled, shoving Sirius away and into Regulus.

           Sirius shrugged and hugged Regulus more thoroughly. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

           Regulus blushed, his eyes meeting James and then darting away quickly. “Yes, you kept saying on the ride over here.”

           James snorted. “I’ll put some tea on.”

                                                           ***

           The party was already in full swing by the time they’d gotten there. Marlene lived in a flat off campus with a few other girls and even though it was bigger than the dormitories, it still couldn’t really fit the amount of people currently occupying it. Just moving around the party was like swimming through jelly. James had spilled at least a cup and a half of beer on himself just from trying to navigate the party.

           As predicted, Sirius ditched them the moment they got to the party and he found the familiar head of his favorite tawny-haired nerd. James hadn’t exactly been keeping the closest eye on Regulus since then but he was slightly alarmed when he realized Reg wasn’t close by. “Fucking great,” James mumbled to himself, trying to finish his drink just as someone knocked his elbow and the entire contents of his red solo cup splashed over his face. “Fuck this.”

           James edged his way towards the door and somehow managed to get it open. Getting outside was a relief, being able to smell something other than booze and sweat. He shoved his glass up to the top of his head and lifted his shirt up to wipe his face clean. When he replaced his glasses, he noticed a figure in his periphery. He turned his head to find Regulus leaning against the building smoking a cigarette. He looked a bit like an ad from a magazine, the way his leg was bent so his foot could rest against the wall behind him, his face tilted back to reveal the pale expanse of his neck. James swallowed thickly. He was absolutely not going to fancy his best mate’s little brother. Regulus was Off Limits.

           James walked down the front steps of the building and stood in front of Regulus. “Does Sirius know you smoke?” he asked, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the younger man.

           “Is it his business?” Regulus countered, taking a long drag from his ciggy and blowing it intentionally in James’ face in a very obvious fuck off. 

           James waved his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke and exhaled loudly in disapproval. Christ, he sounded so much like his dad. “You’re nothing like what I imagined.”

           “Yeah?” Reg said, flicking ash onto the ground below. “What were you imagining? A toddler?”

           James shrugged. “You hear the words little brother and you’re not exactly what people picture, alright?”

           “Sirius never showed you a picture of me?” Regulus asked, sounding a little hurt by the prospect.

           “He has,” James said quickly, not wanting to give Reg the wrong idea. Sirius actually talked about him a lot, constantly worrying about Reg being stuck at home with their awful parents while Sirius was at University. At least next year Reg would be joining them and Sirius could stop being so concerned all the bloody time. “I just think most of the pictures he’s shown me were from when you were a lot younger. Still had your spots.”

           Regulus smiled and took another drag. “He’s shown me pictures of you too,” he said, his smile becoming a little more sinister. “The one when you fell asleep drunk and he glued the deer horns to your head.”

           James groaned in humiliation. “The next time I see Sirius he’s a dead man!”

           Regulus laughed and dropped his cigarette, sliding his designer shoes over it to put it out. “What are friends for, right?”

           “Yeah,” James said, trying not to sound sad as he said it. He was happy for Sirius and Remus, he really was. The first few months of Uni had been torture, watching Sirius and Remus dance around each other, both clearly interested but not saying it. It had been a relief to see them finally get over their shit and get together. But that didn’t mean James didn’t miss the old days of the three of them being friends, not that they weren’t still friends, but things had changed.

                                               ***

           Sirius, of course, went over to Remus’ after the party, leaving James to get Regulus set up on their beat up old sofa. He pulled out the only spare blankets they had, just a thin sheet, and did his best to make it look comfortable. He showed Regulus how to work the telly, in case he wasn’t ready for bed, and then disappeared into his own room.

           His curiosity got the best of him and he found Regulus’ instagram fairly easily. He thanked his lucky stars that it wasn’t a private account because having Reg know that he was looking was a bit too embarrassing. He began scrolling through the pictures and felt his mouth go dry. Reg knew how to take an amazing photo. James stared in disbelief that the same guy that was currently on his shitty sofa, watching what sounded to be That 70’s Show, could be the same person in these photos.

           His eyes were glued to the screen as he swiped through picture after picture, his body heating up in response. Not good, he thought, trying and failing to remind himself that this was Sirius’ younger brother. Kill me now.

           He was just about to slid his hand under the covers and do something about the ache between his legs when the door to his room opened. James dropped his phone in surprise and sat up, hoping he wasn’t tenting the blankets in an obvious way.

           Regulus made his way over and slipped into James’ bed without asking. James stared at him, his throat working to try and swallow, and he watched in horror and Reg made himself comfortable.

           “What are you doing?” James asked, his mind racing, trying to think of anything to make his erection go away.

           Regulus shrugged. “It’s freezing and your sofa is a piece of shit.”

           “Then go sleep in Sirius’ bed,” James said, dragging his hand over his face. This could not be happening to him.

           “It would still be freezing,” Regulus rationalized, sinking further into the blankets. “This way we can share body heat.”

           James stared at him incredulously.

           Regulus sighed. “Don’t be such a baby, James. Just think of it as survival mode, right?”

           James nodded and got back under the covers, taking care that no part of him was touching Regulus. “Good night,” he said awkwardly, his eyes wide open. He didn’t think he’d be getting much sleep.

           “Good night.”

                                                           ***

           James woke up feeling good. He was warm and comfortable, and except for the arm he was sleeping on that had gone numb, he felt wholly relaxed. It took a moment for his brain to clear the fog and realize that he was spooning Reg. His nose was pressed against the nape of Reg’s neck and they were slotted together from that point of contact down to their feet. James’ crotch was pressed against Reg’ bum and Christ there was no way he couldn’t feel how hard James was.

           Regulus began to stir, his body shifting and James’ hand flew up and grabbed him by the hips to still him. Reg turned his head and smiled wickedly. “Problem, Potter?” he teased, moving his hips just to be a little shit.

           James ripped himself away and tore the covers off, heading into the bathroom. He turned the water to as cold as he could stand it and stood under the spray. Not good, he thought having a crisis right there in the shower. Sure, he’d been attracted to blokes before. This wasn’t a sexual identity crisis because James was bi and proud and would kick the shit out of anyone that had a problem with that.

           The issue was that this was Sirius’ brother and James was fairly certain Sirius would never forgive him. And more importantly Regulus was only there for the weekend. There was no point to be getting all hot and bothered about it. Except that next year Reg would be at this school with them. Shit, James was so utterly and completely fucked.

           Once he’d calmed down, he stepped out of the shower and slung a towel around his waist. He ventured out into the hallway and found Regulus waiting for him. “Have a good cold shower, did we?” he asked, his eyes shinning knowingly.        

           “Fuck off, Reg,” James growled, pushing past him towards his room.

           “You liked one of my pictures,” Reg said to James’ retreating back.

           “What?” James asked, spinning around, droplets falling from his skin onto the floor.

           Regulus took a step towards him but didn’t close the distance between them any further. “Last night, you liked one of my pictures on Instagram. That’s why I came into your room. I thought maybe you had done it on purpose, but I guess it was just an accident, huh?” Regulus laughed awkwardly and scratched at his eyebrow idly.

           James processed what Reg had just said, trying to get past his mortification at having done something so stupid, and went right to Reg coming into his room after knowing James was stalking him online. “So last night…” James started, trying to think of the night words. “Just what were you hoping for?”

           “I don’t know,” Reg responded, staring at the floor. “Something like this morning except without the part of you running away like a frightened deer?”

           James stepped closer, bridging the gap between them a bit. “Why?” he asked, reaching out and tugging Regulus closer by his sleep shirt. Reg stumbled a bit but went willingly. “You don’t even know me.”

           Regulus blushed prettily and ducked his head down. “I feel like I do,” he murmured softly. “On his visits home Sirius would talk about you constantly. You were almost like – fuck – like a fairytale character to me. I kept pressuring Sirius for a visit because I wanted to meet you. God, you must think I’m a stupid little kid with a crush. Please, don’t say anything to Sirius about all this. He’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

           “Then how will I tell him we’re dating?” James asked, smiling mischievously.

           Regulus shook his head. “Please don’t take the piss right now,” he begged softly. “I don’t think my ego can handle it after this morning.”

           James cupped Regulus’ chin and forced the younger man to meet his gaze. James smiled kindly and traced Reg’s full lips with his thumb. “I wasn’t taking the piss. Although I should probably warn you that I am a bit of a cock-up. I don’t think dating me will be the fairytale you imagined.”

           Regulus bit James’ thumb playfully. “I don’t care,” he said, smiling at James. “Even the beast had some good qualities.”

           “I notice you’ve cast yourself as beauty in the scenario.”

           “You don’t think I’m pretty?” Regulus said, batting his eyelashes.

           James chuckled. “I think you’re gorgeous,” he said honestly, “And also trouble.”

           Regulus grinned. “You don’t mind a bit of trouble, do you, James?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

           “Not at all.”

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Power Style - Chapter Seven : The shooting

I wake up before my alarm. I'm way too excited for today. The hard work I put in these last few days is finally going to come to life before my eyes.

I have quite some time before I have to be at the shoot, so I lay in bed for a bit, scrolling on my phone. I go through social media and I obviously see pictures of BTS. It's weird to think that I know them now.

As I head to my kitchen, my phone rings. It's too early for this but I pick up anyway.

« Hello? » I ask, not knowing the number that's calling.

« Hiiii! I'm so excited for today, I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd call you! Fancy some coffee? »

I recognize Hoseok's voice, and it made me realize I completely forgot to add their numbers to my contact list.

« Um.. sure why not! I'm not ready though »

« No problem! I'll give you some time to get ready, and pick you up in.. let's see.. half an hour? »

« Perfect! I'll send you my address »

We hang up and I immediately type in my address while walking to my bathroom. I hop in the shower, and enjoy the hot water waking up my body. I head to my wardrobe, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the floor.

I make my mind up about my outfit rather quickly. I'm going to be standing up all day, so flats for sure. I go for a simple jeans and t-shirt, which is probably what I'll be wearing all week.

I head back to the bathroom, put on just a bit of makeup to look fresh. While I'm finishing up, Hoseok sends me a text. « Here in 5 »

Just enough time to put my coat on and head out the door.

He jumps in my arms as I get to him. I really love his energy. He's dressed very casually, no makeup on, he obviously knows how today is going to go.

We get in the car, and he talks about how happy he is to do this collaboration. He loves fashion (and it shows) but he really enjoys partnerships, shootings and all that goes with it.

We head to Starbucks, not wanting to think too much about what to drink.

I have a simple latte, so does he.

We sit down for a bit and he asks me about the ideas behind the shoot.

« I love it! It's gonna be so cool! »

I'm glad he likes it! I hope the others feel the same way too.

We head back to the car that drives straight to the shoot.

As soon as we get there, I get into Director mode.

« Ok, Hoseok, let's get your makeup done, we'll then get you dressed and we can start the shoot.»

He gets very professional too, simply nodding at what I say and heads to the makeup station.

I take the opportunity to fix last minute details regarding the visual.

About an hour later everyone is ready to start shooting. We take a few pictures with the first look, and do a part of the video. He changes to his second look and we keep going.

We're all getting hungry at this point, but he stays extremely professional. I can tell thats he's getting tired but he keeps going. He moves the way he's told to, and does what he has to do.

It's 1 pm and we're about to stop for the day. Hoseok is now messing around with the collection, kind of done being serious.

He's walking around with a shoe on his head. It actually looks good.

« Hoseok, could you go back to the set? I wanna try one last thing »

He obeys and starts being serious again.

« No, keep going, put the shoe back on your head. » I indicate to him.

He does as I say, and I tell the photographer to shoot. It looks amazing.

« Thanks Hoseok, I think we have everything we need. Thanks everyone, let's call it a day! »

I let everyone one go for today, afternoons will be meant for editing the day's pictures. It's the only way we can work this out.

Hoseok is back in his normal clothes now, with a packet of doritos in his hands. He comes towards.

« How did I do? » He asks

« You were amazing Hoseok, thank you for being so professional »

« Please call me Hobi, we're past first-names. »

« Hobi » I smile at him.

« Wanna go for lunch? » He asks enthusiastically

« Yeah sure! I just need to wrap a few things up here. »

I go to my team to give them instructions for the rest of the day. They're meant to send me everything as soon as it's edited.

Hobi and I spend the rest of the day together. We go for lunch then shopping, and we really have a fun time together.

I decide to go home, knowing I still have work to do, and need to rest for tomorrow. We set up a dinner date for after the shooting is over.

I get home and look at the results of today's work. It's perfect. I work for a couple of hours, before going to bed.

While I'm starting to fall asleep, I get a text from Hobi. « By the way! Have fun with Jin tomorrow! 😉 »

I can't help but smile.

I wake up in a hurry. I can't wait for this to be over, I'm exhausted already.

I rush to the set, grabbing some coffee on the way. Jin there already, getting his makeup done. Thank God my team knows what to do.

He sees me walk in, and immediately says

« There she is! WorldWide Cutie Girl! »

« Hi Jin! » I say back, lightly blushing.

« You look beautiful today! »

I thank him with a head bow and get to work.

Everything is already set up from yesterday, we just need to adjust a few lightings.

We start the shoot, and Jin looks very good. I mean, VERY good. The way he looks on picture is so far from his personnality, but I like it. He brings his spark to the shoot as well, joking around and being goofy, but getting the job done nonetheless.

We get through the shoot seamlessly, the different looks all looking great on him.

I start packing my things up and getting ready to leave when Jin walks towards me.

« Are you leaving? »

« Yes, I have to get home and keep working on the campaign.. We have so much to do in such little time. »

« I see. » His energy is completely different. I feel intimated by him right now. He's taller than me and is standing very close to me. I have to look up to see him. « Could I at least offer you a ride home? » He's looking at me with a look that I can't describe. I think I see anticipation, and maybe lust?

I swallow before answering, feeling a tingling in my stomach « Sure, thank you. »

We sit in the car in silence. I don't get why I'm feeling this way. There's a clear tension in the car, and neither of us can figure out how to break it.

We arrive at my place, I thank him again and head up to my apartment.

I start working again and lose track of time. My intercom rings, bringing me back to the real world. I look at the time. Shit 8pm! Where did the day go? I realize I haven't eaten anything while I walk to my door.

« Who is it? » As I say that, the video turns on, and I see Jin.

« Pizza delivery » he answers.

I'm kind of surprised but I'm not sure if it's in a good or a bad way. I let him up anyway.

I open my door as he comes out of the elevator.

« I hope you don't mind, I figured you were very busy and would enjoy some food. I can give it to you and leave if you want. »

I'm touched by the reason he's here.

« Please don't be silly, come on in. » I move to the side to let him in.

I feel very conscious of my home as he walks in. Tae mentioned that he lives in the fancy part of Seoul, and given BTS's success, his home is probably as luxurious as Tae and Yoongi's.

He walks in and looks around him, setting the pizzas down on the kitchen counter. I don't know how to act. He looks so small in here.

I live in a 50 m2 apartment. The kitchen and living room are both in the same room, but unlike at Tae and Yoongi's place, there's no separation between them. The couch is almost in the kitchen, and I most definitely don't have space for a dining table. I still feel very comfortable in this apartment. It's the first one I've owned by myself, and I've made it my own safe space.

"Your home is lovely" Jin says "It ressembles you" He's now looking at me with a smile.

I can't help but look at the ground. I mumble a "Thank you". I feel ashamed in front of this huge megastar. I'm standing in my little home, wearing my pyjamas. I feel like a little girl, not the Director of his next partnership.

He notices my discomfort. "Are you hungry?" He heads to the kitchen as he speaks, and looks for plates. I go to help him, I'm not sure I want him opening every cabinet.

We head to the couch and start eating. We opened a bottle of wine I had stored in the fridge. We're just siting and talking about a lot of things but nothing personal. I think he feels like I don't want to go there.

As I'm laughing at one of his jokes, I feel his glare on me. My giggling stops slowly as I look down to my almost empty glass. He brushes off a loose strand of hair from my face.

"You are beautiful, Gina" I look up at him as he says those words. He has the same look in his eyes as he did today. I sense the lust now, I'm sure of it.

My stomach starts tightening up, while I keep looking him in the eyes. The only thing I notice right now is the way he's looking at me right now, and our knees barely touching.

He breaks the gaze and stutters "Um..I..um" He clears his throat before going on "I'd better get going, you have a long today tomorrow again"

"Uh yeah sure" I'm still shaken about what just happened. "Thank you for the pizza." I start to stand up as I speak

"My pleasure. No, please stay where you are. I'll let myself out" He takes my hand and kisses it goodbye "You have a good night, Gina"

He's gone. I'm left with my thoughts about this evening. I'm not sure if it's the wine or Jin, but I feel very light.

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That Girl Will Never Be Mine (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: I always feels Tae is a possesive lover too. I always feel that because he is so good looking and also an incredible person, he (or people) might think that he will get whoever he likes but I think he will somehow fall in love with a girl who didnt fall for him at first sight like most and had to actually work to get her. So, I love your idea of "shes so beautiful, she has a lot of suitors" because a little competition andd a jealous tae? Well, that sounds like a plotline to me ❤ and I am sorry if this is not my best work

Also,this is inspired by this  drabble with the same title. You can read the drabble here first or just continue reading this story 💜

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Taehyung waves off to the screaming fans one last time before the stage recline down, hiding all seven members from the crowd, his face etches from smiling.

"Good job guys! Another successful show, I am proud of you," Namjoon patted each of their backs and ruffles Jungkook's hair before bowing and thanking the rest of the staff, crew and their team for another successful concert in their tour. The other six members, including Taehyung did the same and retreats back to the dressing room, slumping hinself on the chair. Taehyung took out his phone as the others starts chit chatting, discussing about whether they should take a shower now of wait until they are back in their hotel room while some are already removing their makeup and changing out of their stage outfits. Taehyung glanced at his phone.

Of course.

Dozens of texts and misscalls, hundreds of notifications, but none from that one person that he actually want to hear from.

None from Y/N.

Taehyung lets out a frustrated sigh as he scrolls emotionlessly through the texts.

"Oh wow, hyung got a lot of booty calls," Jungkook laughs as he reads Taehyung's text over his shoulder. "Baby, call me after your concert. Taetae, my room number is 801, Tae, remember me?" Jungkook read the texts in a girly voice, mimicking the flocks of girls who left the texts.

"Shut up brat," Taehyung roll his eyes and tossed the phone on the dressing table.

"Why are you so grumpy? Maybe you should take on one of those invitation then, to ease up a little hyung," Jungkook laughs and went over to his station.

"No thanks. Not interested,"

"Kookie, you should know by now Tae is only interested in girls who is not interested in him," Namjoon laughs out loud. Taehyung glares at the leader through the mirror.

Fine, make fun of him. He dont care.

"Why is it so hard to even reply to any of my texts? I left her multiple before we started the show!" Taehyung grumble.

"Shes just not interested in you Tae. Wake up already!" Jimin chimes in. "Dont you ever think that you didnt see her because shes practically hiding from you? Shes not interested, move on already,"

"She might not be now, but I'll make sure she will be mine soon enough," Taehyung greeted his teeth with determination.

"We just finished a good show. A bunch of girls just passed out because you look their way and Y/N is the first thing you can think about?"

"Shes always what I'm thinking about Chim! I dont care how many girls want me, all I want is her. Urghh, what is it about me that she hates so much anyway?" Taehyung leans towards the mirror and examine himself. Why wont Y/N like him? What is he lacking? "Thats it, I'm calling her!"

"Suit yourself. We all know theres no point in stopping you anyway," Jimin shrugged and walks away.

Taehyung immediately reached out for his phone that he tossed earlier and press speed dial number one.

Mine ❤

After a few rings, Y/N picks up. Well, she kind of have to. They are friends. Its not weird for her to answer his calls  Although Taehyung wants nothing more than to be more than friends ever since he met her that first day BigHit sent him and Jimin to their new highschool. Just a shy, absolutely beautiful, art student. Taehyung who was usually easy going and friendly suddenly turned tounge tied when hes around her, but someway, some how, he managed to be friends and the two of them and a few other friends become a whole group of besties. That was way back, and what Taehyung hope to only be a highschool crush develop into a full on feeling of in love.

Kim Taehyung is in love with Y/N, and its either she didnt know it or pretended that she doesnt.

"Hello? Y/N?" The line was noisy on the other side. Is she outside? If she does, with who? Not with men right? Why didnt she tell him shes going out? He texted her all the time to tell her what hes doing. Eating, praticiting, shooting, recording, everything!

"Tae? Taehyung! Hiiii! I thought you are busy on tour! Why are you calling?" Y/N's voice sounded chirpy, and it immediately melts his heart. All thoughts of anger melted away. Thats how big of an impact Y/N has on him.

"The concert just finished..." he grins. Baby. Urghh he wanted so bad to say those words to her, to call her that, but he knows he cant. Y/N only sees him as a friend. For now. "Didnt you read any of my texts?" he questioned out loud, wandering why didnt be received any reply from her.

"Oh sorry Tae. I'm outside with the gang and I didnt expect you to call, or text me, since you are on tour and all," Y/N giggles. "Oh my god, you should have seen Jae hyun! What he did was so funny! He-"

"Why is it so noisy? Iant it late at night there? Are you at a bar? Are you out drinking? Since when do you even drink?! When are you coming home?" Taehyung cuts her off, not interested to know about Jae Hyun or any other guy for that matter, especially one that is making her laugh. He should be the only one who makes her laugh!

"Well, the gang are. You know I dont drink Tae," Y/N giggles. "Why are you calling?"

Her question turn Taehyung's mood turned sour immediately. Here he is, missing her like crazy even in the middle of tour, in the mjddle of a super busy schedule and she dont even bother to read his text on the account of being outside having fun with some guy? Sure, Jae Hyun is one of his bestfriends too. In fact, he is sure Y/N is hanging out with their usual gang, but its not fair how they are outside living their normal life with Y/N and he is here, stuck performing. He wants to go out with Y/N too!

Yeah, people say hes lucky. To be debuting, to have a great career and awesome brothers as his band members and sure, Taehyung is happy and grateful too. But if only Y/N is his, then his life would be perfect. Y/N and him used to be the closest duo in their group but all that changes after he debuted. Packed, busy schedules take his time away from his friends, and Y/N and little by little they drifted apart, and now, with his packed schedule all year round, he dont know if he can recreate the closeness between him and Y/N again. Oh, how he wished his longing and feelings for her dissapeared just like their closeness.

Its true what Jungkook said. He can have his pick from the various girls in his phonebook, but none of them can even come close to how Y/N makes him feel.

"I'm just calling my best friend. Is that wrong?" Taehyung snapped. "If that best friend bothered to checked and replied my texts, hundreds of them, I wouldnt have to call now would I?"

"Tae... I'm sorry. I really didnt noticed, and I was just asking," Y/N's sighed sadly. "Why are you angry at me? Please dont be ang-"

"Just forget it! Have fun with the boys!" Taehyung angrily hangs up the call, huffing.

He knows he shouldnt be mad. Heck, he has no right to be mad, they are friends, and Y/N is not obligated to reply lr answer his calls if she didnt want to, but thats how it always is. He got angry when he thinks about how she is fine without him. He gets mad when he thinks about every second shes with someone else and not him. He didnt talk to any of his friends for a month once when Y/N has a boyfriend for two weeks before.

Afterall, he is Kim Taehyung. Theres nothing he hates more than what he cant have. and right now, thats Y/N.

/////

Y/N sighed and slipped her phone back in her bag.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Her best friend giggles, knowing how uncomfortable Y/N will be when she calls Taehyung that.

"He is not my boyfriend!" Y/N denies quickly. "But yes, its Taehyung,"

"I really dont get you Y/N. Kim Taehyung wants you. The Kim Taehyung! And you rejects him? Boy, you are really something else," her friend shakes her head. "The best friend turned idol slash international superstar and still madly in love with the best friend from high school only happens in fan fictions Y/N, and yet here you are. Happening right to you, and you rejected him? What is so wrong with Taehyung anyway?" She looks straight into Y/N's eyes trying to find and answer. When she find none, she shrugs. "Just, I dont know, think about it okay? Maybe its not such a bad idea, to be with him,"

"What are you even talking about? Taehyung is my best friend. Our, best friend," Y/N looks at her in disbelief. All of them hangs out together since they were teenagers doing homework together, its not possible for Taehyung to likes her. Especially now when he practically owna the world. Most of their friends had said that Taehyung harbour feelings for her, but that couldnt be true right? They are just friends. Have been for a long time even before Taehyung debuted. Sure, he was a trainee when they met and Y/N enjoyed being his friend. Sure, they were the closest duo before, maube Taehyung is a bit fond of her rather thab the others, but in love? Y/N chuckle to herself. It cant be.

She cant deny that Taehyung is really good looking, funny, charming, attractive and owns all the others positive things about him. and at one point in their friendship, she did have a crush on him. The two of them were so close when they first met. They did everything together, they are the typical high school bestfriends that are inselarable. But after Taehyung debuted.. well, thats when things starts to change for them. Is it his busy schedule or is it his changing attitude now that he is an idol that makes them drift apart, she cant tell, but one thing is for sure, the feelings she thinks she had before has dissapeared.

"Yeah, a friend. To us, not to you Y/N. I am pretty sure he wants to be more than that," Soo Young grins.

"No he doesnt! You know Tae is nice! He treat all his friends nicely," Y/N shrieks, but she knows its no point. They jabe had this argument a million times before.

"He is nice but I dont see hundreds of text from him in my inbox. Or sudden anger when I hang with a bunch of guys," she smirks. "Just face it will ya? Kim Taehyung loves you, and definitely more than just a friend,"

"Stop it Soo Young, he does not!" Y/N tries to deny it, but looking at the text Taehyung just sent her, Y/N got a feeling that somehow maybe her friend is right.

I'm sorry for snapping at you Y/N. I am just tired with tour and I miss you. I miss you very much and it just.. you know.. affect my mood. I'll call you early tomorrow morning okay?

Xoxo, Tae

/////

Taehyung woke up early the next morning, which is unusual for him, especially the morning after a full blown concert. But sleep is not an option when all he can think about is Y/N and how he unnecessarily snapped at her last night. Granted, he did this so many times already. His jealousy always takes over and he always ended up snapping at her, which leave him with a big sense of regret later.  But he just cant control himself. Taehyung just wants Y/N all for himself.

Sure, he sent her a text saying sorry. And he waited for hours for her reply. Just a simple OK would do, but none. Y/N didnt reply anything. Is she that mad at him? Did his jealousy finally blew his relationship, if there was even any, over?

Taehyung sighed and ran his hand through his hair before reaching up for his phone.

1 new message.

With excitement and sheer hope, Taehyung quickly click it open, hoping and praying that it would be Y/N.

And sure it is, there, the name he waited so all night to grace his screen appeared.

Mine ❤

Even better, it wasnt just a text, but a photo. A photo of her beautiful face smiling at the camera, which looks like shes inside a plane, with a ticket held up covering half her face, showing the destination. Taehyung scrolled down to read the caption, heart racing.

Sorry Taetae, I fell asleep lastnight the moment I got home. Me and the gang are on our way to you ❤ we are attending your tour! Surprise! See you in a few hours.

Is this reall happening? Shes not angry at him. She coming to see him!

Y/N is coming to see him perform! Taehyung grins widely to himself, letting out a deep chuckle without realizing. He has never felt this happy in his whole life.

Y/N is coming to see him! Nevermind that shes coming with the whole gang, that part was long forgotten by Taehyung already. This is finally going to be the best tour ever!

/////

"Hey Tae, I think your schoolnates are here. They managed to pushed through and be at the front," Hoseok turns back to Taehyung after peeking through the curtain from the backstage. Its minutes to their concert for that night, at the crowd is packed, expected of another sold out concert, but Taehyung cant seems to stop talking about how his "gang" from school is coming tonight, so Hoseok cant resist but to give it a peak.

"Hobi, I think you got it wrong. Tae doesnt care about his friends. What matters is, is Y/N there?" Namjoon chuckles as Taehyung gives him a glare.

"Yah, I care about both my friends and Y/N hyung. Okay fine, I care about Y/N a little more," he grins. "Is she there Hobi-hyung?"

"Cant see really clearly, but I think so, yes Tae," Hoseok rolls his eyes. All of the boys knows what Y/N looks like by now. Well, they should, with how much Taehyung talks about her, showing her pictures to them. "This is going to be the best show you will ever give dont you Kim Taehyung?" Hoseok smirks.

"What are you even talking about?" Taehyung shrugs, feigning ignorance. "I always give my best performance hyung,"

"Yeah?" Hoseok looks at the younger man, who is grinning from ear to ear and laughs. "If you say so Tae. But I can tell tonight is going to be better," he chuckles.

Its obvious to everyone, Kim Taehyung is absolutely whipped by his own classmate. A girl who he will never get.

/////

Taehyung felt giddy all over. He cant wait to start. He have all this energy in him and he just cant stop smiling. This is the first time Y/N actually came and see him perform live. Sure, she and the gang has watched his performances on tape and videos before, but shes right here, in front of him, at the front row of his concert. There might be thousands filling up the stadium tonight, but Taehyung already knows that his eyes will only be seeing one person throughout the night.

/////

His eyes search the crowd the moment they entered the stage, followed by a huge roar of shouts and applause from the crowd. But nothing can distract him from locking his eyes on Y/N tonight. He expects to see her looking at him, smiling and waving, cheering him on, fueling his energy and passion more, but what did he see?

Y/N is not even looking at the stage.

In fact, shes busy talking, no, giggling, like a school girl in front of their crush with some guy who is standing beside her.

What the actual hell?

Taehyung is pretty sure he dont know him. He must be some random fan attending the concert. But why is he obviously flirting with his girl? Just like what he intended to do, Taehyung cant stop keeping his eyes of them, although its more glaring at the two of them rather than looking at Y/N now. And seriously, those two just wont stop laughing and talking. Why does this always happen? Why does she have to be so freaking beautiful? Attracting guys anywhere she went?! Taehyung growls to himself.

This is not a coffee shop for them to have a date! Its a damn concert.

So watch the damn concert already!

"Tae!" Namjoon hissed at him backstage as the 6 of them retrieve back to give space for Jungkook's solo. "What the hell is going on?"

"What do you mean hyung?" Taehyung sighed and plop down on one of the couches, gulping down a bottle of water  . He knows exactly what Namjoon is talking about, but there is no way he is going to admit that.

"Oh please, you know exactly what I am talking about. Keep your head in the show Tae. And stop screwing up!" Namjoon huffed and walked away. Taehyung sighed. He knows he should focus on the show, its only for two hours, but how can he when the girl of his dream is right in front of him, and shes not even looking at him?

Taehyung tried to concentrate for the rest of the show, but failed miserably. He missed a lot of the cheography, accidentally hit the other members on stage, causing them to stumble and even forget a few of the lyrics. All the while, glaring and shooting daggers at Y/N and the guy's direction. Sure, his fans thinks its cute and assume that its part of the performance, some even say Taehyung is giving off an angry vibe which is considered hot and sexy, but the other members knows better and by the end of the show, all of them shakes their head and shot him a look of dissapointment.

Taehyung sighed, dissapointed at himself for letting a girl mess with his head as he takes off his makeup and change out of his stage costumes.

"Taetaeeee! Your performance is amazing!"

Taehyung whipped his head around to see the girl that is haunting his life  smiling and beaming cheerfully at him. Shit, how can he forgot he invited her to backstage later. He even offered to take Y/N out for coffee after the show and send her home and why is it he suddenly feel his anger start to dissapear just from aeeing her face?

No, keep your ground Taehyung. She should know what she did!

"Really?" Taehyung snickered. "How can you know?"

"Huh? What do you mean Tae?" Y/N took a step forward and looks at him with confusion.

"You said my performance is great. How did you even know? You are so busy selling yourself to some guy you just met!" Taehyung is full of anger now that the image of the two of them flashes back into his mind.

"What? Taehyung. Why are you saying things like this? He is just a new f-"

"I dont want to hear it," Taehyung raised a hand to stop her. "Know what, just go home Y/N. Im tired and Im going to have some rest," Taehyung starts to pick up his bag and start to walk out but Y/N held back his hand.

"Tae, whats wrong? You said we can go out to coffee to catch up or something remember?"

"Do you think I'm in the mood to have coffee right now Y/N?!" Taehyung pulls backs his hand aggressively.  "Just go home! Ill see you later,"

"But Tae. I-"

"Just go. Bye," without listening to another word from Y/N, Taehyung walks out, slamming the door behind him, missing what Y/N said next.

"But Tae.. I have asked everyone else to go back and I have no way to go home now.." Y/N sighed and slowly makes her way out into the dark night, figuring her way back to her hotel and why Taehyung is acting that way.

/////

"Where are you going hyung?" Jungkook stretches on the couch and look at Taehyung whos wearing his jacket, ready to go out.

"I am having lunch with all my friends who came to the show last night. Ill be back before dinner. See you Kookie," Taehyung gives a small give, which is reciprocate by Jungkook and start the small walk towards the restaurant they had booked.

His mind starts to reel back to the night before. He immediately went to bed when he reached the hotel last night. When he wakes up today there was no message or misscall from Y/N. What does he expect? He is the one who rudely asks her to leave, she wouldnt be textiing him to ask him how he is doing. He should be the one doing that. Until when will he realized that he has no right to get jealous and even when he does, Y/N wont understand why.

Taehyung sighed.

Y/N's surprise and sad face from last night filled his mind again. Is he too mean? He picks up his pace, wanting to see her faster. She will be at the restaurant right? She wouldnt bailed on their group lunch just because shes mad at him.

Entering the restaurant, Taehyung spotted the long table filled with the familiar faces of his friends, laughing among one another. His eyes grazed each seat but Y/N is no where in sight.

"Oh Tae! Come on over!" One of his friends who noticed him spacing out at the door calls him in, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Theres our superstar! Good show yesterday," another slapped his back and motioned for him to sit. Taehyung gives out polite smiles before asking the question he dreadfully want the answer to.

"Wheres Y/N?"

"Y/N? Oh you didnt know? She has a high fever. she was caught up in the heavy rain last night," Soo Young answered and eyed him skeptically. "Arent you with her? I thought you two went for coffee?"

"Wait. Fever? Rain?" The question immediately went passed him. All he can think about is how Y/N is sick right now. "Arent you guys together? Why are you guys all okay?"

"Together?" Soo Young raised an eyebrow. "But she told us to go on home first to meet you backstage. She said you are taking her out to catch up and you are going to send her home?"

"What? She-"

"Are you telling me you let her went back alone? In the middle of the night? In a city she never been to before?" Jae Hyun interrupt from the other end of the table. Just the fact that Jae Hyun is concerned and also he himself is looking like a real jackass right now sets Taehyung on fire.

"Shut up. Just.. where is her hotel?"

"Why?" Jae Hyun glares. Taehyung ignores him and turns to Soo Young. After a few seconds of intimidating glare and Y/N's whereabouts in his hand, he quickly say goodbye and ran off in her direction.

Good job Kim Taehyung. Not only did you get angry at you dream girl for no reason at all. You snapped at her, insulted her,left her alone, and you even make her sick. Great, fucking job. Maybe the boys are right, Y/N will never be yours.

/////

"T-tae?" Y/N open her tired eyes to feel the wet cloth on her forehead only to be met with Taehyung's handsome face etched with worry, looking over her.

"Hey.. you are awake. How are you feeling?" He smile. A smile so beautiful that Y/N cant helped but smile back, although in her heart she is still deeply hurt by his action last night.

"Why are you here? How do you know where I am staying? Is this a dream?"

Taehyung laugh. Oh Y/N, how can anyone be this adorable?

"No, you are definitely not dreaming princess. I am here and I am going to nurse you back to health,"

"Okay, I am dreaming. You are calling me princess, thats weird," Y/N laughs. Taehyung realizes what he had slipped and give back a small smile.

"Just take a rest okay? Your temperature is going down, you will be better soon. I have also ordered you food. Ill feed you. Lets eat okay?" Taehyung helped her sits up and starts feeding her slowly. There is nothing he wont give to take care of Y/N like this every single day. Why cant she just let him?

"Thanks Tae. You really shouldnt have. You really are the best friend in the world," Y/N smiles as she keeps eating the food. Taehyung swallow the bitter truth and give her a small smile. Best friends. Of course, thats all he will ever be.

"Y-yeah of course. What are best friends for right?" He smile and swallow before uttering his next words. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah Tae?"

"I am really sorry about what I said to you last night. I dont have any right to get mad at you. And to leave you walking home alone? That is j-"

"Hey, dont worry about it Tae," Y/N smiles and patted his hand. "You must be tired and there I was yapping away aboit coffee and wanting to catch up," she giggles. "Sometimes I forgot that you are this huge world star now, always busy. You are no longer the same boy who is always around walking me home from school, buying ice cream on the way,"

Taehyung kept quiet. He didnt know why her words hurt him so much. Is that what she thinks of him all this while? That he has become too big to even hang out with his best friends? Is that why she is never interested in him, not at all?

"Y/N.. is that what you thought? All this while?" Taehyung look at her face, looking for answers.

"Well.. yeah. Isnt it? I mean, I know you are busy. Arent you?"

"Well, yes. But not-"

"Maybe someday when you finally have free time. Maybe 100 years from now," she giggles more at her own joke, " we can finally catch up. We can bring my children to an amusement park or something,"

Taehyung clenched his fist tight. He knows shes just joking around, but now he cant stop imagining Y/N happily married to some guy, with their kids running around. Oh hell no, he is never going to let that happen. Y/N is his, and he will make sure of it even if its the last thing he needs to do.

"Why wait a 100 hundred years then?" Taehyung flashed her his infamous smile.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you say, if your fever is better of course, that we go out to the amusement park tomorrow? Just us two? I heard they have a big one nearby. And we have an off day this whole week. So what say you?" Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

Y/N looks at him and a smile alowly crept up her face.

"Its a date,"

/////

"You are going to a god damn amusement park Tae, why are you fussing with your clothes so much?!" Jimin huffed for the hundred time as Taehyung rumnage through their closet for the thousand times.

"Chim, I told you. She said it herself! Its a date. A freaking date! I need to look good! God why is everything so ugly?! We dont have time to shop for bew clothes. I an doomed!" Taehyung sighed and slumped down on his bed, buried by a pile of clothes, frustrated.

"I think Y/N only meant it as a matter of speaking..." Jimin mumbled, because he knows its no point explaining it to someone as love struck as Taehyung is right now anway. "Tae, you already look good in anything. Just pick whatever okay. And if she does like you, it wont matter what you wear anyway,"

"You are right Chim. Y/N is not that petty to judge someone by appearance anyway," he smiled at the thought of her.  "Shes just perfect,"

Jimin chuckles at his lovestruck friend and shake his head, pulling the blanket, ready to sleep. Taehyung can day dream all he wants, buried in the pile of clothes. Hes going to bed. Jimin was about to drift off to sleep when he last heard what Taehyung said.

"I am so in love with the perfect girl Chim. I just wish shes mine already,"

/////

"S-so which one do you want to ride first?" Taehyung stammered, nervously wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. He is finally on a date with Y/N. An outing, just the two of them. Sure, Y/N might think this is only outing between friends, but who cares, its still a date to him, and she look so beautiful Taehyung cant think straight.

Shes dressed so casually in shorts and an oversized jumper, hair flying loose and looking so happy eating a cotton candy that she was so excited to buy the moment she saw it. And looking at all the other eyes staring at her, Taehyung knows that he is not the only one who thinks shes looking absolutely beautiful today.

Y/N has always been beautiful. That is one of her traits that caught his eye the first time he saw her in school.  But sometimes her beauty is too much that she attracts everyone wherever she goes, and that is not a good thing for Taehyung. Especially when he is so easily consumed with jealousy and he went crazy when he does.

Why? Why does she have to be so freaking beautiful?

"Lets do the teacup! Then we can ride the pirate ship anddd that huge rollercoaster!" Y/N points to all the rides while jumping excitedly. "Hey, you okay? Why are you stammering?"

"Uh... nothing. I am just uh.. scared of scary rides?" Taeahyung gives a crooked smile, hoping she would believe him. There is no way he going to admit why he is so nervous being around her. And come to think about it,  what he said is true. He is scared of scary rides, rides to his heart and its scary as hell.

"Dont worry. I will protect you!" She giggles and hold his hand. Taehyung almost fainted the moment they touched. God, keep yourself together Kim Taehyung! You are Kim freaking Taehyung! Heart, stop beating so fast. Its just hand holding. You held way more hands during fanmeets! "Lets go!" Y/N drags him to the long line of the teacup, where the staff handling the ride is oogling her with no shame. Taehyung clenched his hand, wanting nothing more than to scratch his eyes out.

"Wait here in line Tae, I'll ask him how long the wait is going to be," before Taehyung could stop her to approach the guy with the beady eyes who is still staring at her, Y/N is gone. Taehyung kept his eyes on them, watching as the guy smile and getting too friendly for his liking. What are they even talking about? Shes only supposed to ask how long the wait is!

Y/N suddenly waves at him excitedly to walk over and Taehyung came by.

"What is it?"

"This nice guy said he will let us cut the que. Isnt that nice?"

"Really now?" Taehyung looks at the guy up and down, who is looking back at him, smirking.

"Yes sir. You and your pretty girlfriend c-"

"Oh he is not my boyfriend! He is my best friend!" Y/N cuts him and Taehyung felt like his gut has been stabbed.

"Oh really now?" The guy raised an eyebrow. Taehyung swear he really feels like punching him now. "Well, then you can go on as many time as you want," he smiles and winks, offering hia hand to helped Y/N up the platform. Y/N laughed, totally oblivious of how every single guy is flirting with her, like always.

"Yeah. How can someone that handsome be with me right? Have you seen him?" Y/N laughs. "And thankyou, maybe I'll come back again if we have time after trying all the other rides," she bowed and enters the ride, sitting opposite from Taehyung. Taehyung smiles at her and ponders on her words.

Oh Y/N, if only you knew that you are the only one who owns this supposedly too handsome man's heart.

Taehyung's mood drop from extremely happy to worse than sour in a heartbeat. The same thing with the guy at the teacup ride happen all over again. And again. And again and keeps happening. Its as if the whole park is after his girl. Y/N gets to cuts all the line, gets free drinks, win a teddy that Taehyung tried so hard to win for her for free and the popcorn guy even gave her his number on the box. To make matters worse, she keeps denying they are in a relationship and keep stressing that they are just friends. Taehyung knows its true, they are not in a relationship, but must Y/N be so against it? Is being with him appalled her so bad?

Y/N was chattering happily, eating her free popcorn, talking about how everybody is so nice, not noticing Taehyung's sulky mood and how he is already consumed in jealousy when he saw someone he knew.

"Mia?"

Y/N looked up from her popcorn to see a beautiful young girl smiling and waving at Taehyung. She recognized her immediately. She is an idol too, must be Taehyung's work friend.

"Oh. Is that your friend? Let-"

"Mia, hi!" Taehyung immediately walked over to the girl, leaving Y/N behind. Well, Y/N has been flirting with everyone in the park with no regards to his feelings, maybe he would return the favor. Okay, he knows its not her fault, she dont even know the guys are flirting with her, but Taehyung knows he gets crazy easily when it comes to Y/N and jealousy, and this is one of the moment.

"Kim Taehyung! What are you doing here? Are you even allowed to wonder around an amusement park with this..." she looks at Y/N up and down with a disgusted look. "Person?"

"Oh uh hi. I-"

"Dont care," Mia shrugs and hold Taehyung's hand, dragging him away from Y/N as Y/N followed a few steps behind. "So I just finished a shoot here and my manager said I can spend the rest of the day enjoying the rides. Want to play with me?" Mia hugs his arms, leaning her head on his shoulder. Taehyung take a peek behind to look at Y/N. He wanted to pushed Mia away, tell her that hes spending the day with the girl of his dreams, but as he looks at Y/N, she is smiling at him, as if his close relationship with another girl doesnt effect her at all, and thats when he snapped.

He will always only be a best friend to Y/N. Nothing else, nothing more. Y/N will never be his.

And suddenly his heart is filled with jealousy and anger and the feeling of just... hurting her. To make her feel how he feel all this while.

"Yeah, sure Mia. Why not," he gives out his charming smile.

"Okay great! But what about... her?" She points to Y/N behind them.

"Oh her? No one special. She can follow us around," Taehyung shrugs and turns back. Y/N was surprised with his answer. Whats wrong with Taehyung now? Why is he behaving like last night again? Did she do anything wrong? Y/N decides to just follow them around for a while. Maybe they havent seen each other long, so they just want to catch up? Taehyung wont just ignore her for the rest of the day right?

Y/N's hopes dissapeared when hours passed and Taehyung didnt even talked or looked at her once. They didnt even ride the rides with her, taking a private car together, leaving her alone, riding with strangers. So much for an "amusement park date to catch up" Kim Taehyung.

Y/N sighed, but still follows them around.

Little by little, fans has started to gather as they realized that Taehyung and Mia are together, at an amusement park and at what look like a date. And soon enough, the crowd had gathered and followed them around to the point Taehyung's manager have to come. In the midst of the increasing crowd, Y/N being tiny and fragile got pushed by the fans who is trying to approached the couple and take photos before the moment is over, resulting in a scraped knees and bruises over her body. She tried to gets up and calls out for Taehyung, running behind them to catch up but was held back by the security.

"Sorry miss, please back off,"

"No. No. I am his friend. I was with him the whole day!" She points to the two celebrity.

"Yeah right, everybody said that," the security laughed and rolled his eyes. "You and these thousand other girls. Go home and study girl, stop chasing cleebrity around,"

"No. I am serious. He is my friend. Look, I have his jacket!" Y/N points to Taehyung's jacket that shes wearing. The one he gave her earlier because of the chilly evening air.

"Wait, are you a saseang?!" The security eyes her up and down.

"What?! Me? No! I am-"

The security ignored her and spoke into his walkie talkie and soon after a few more came and pushed her back.

"Miss, you have to stay about 1 kilometres away from Mr. Kim or legal actions will be taken against you. We dont tolerate saseangs,"

"But I am not.." Y/N sighed as she looks at Taehyung who is escorted away, not even looking back. "Nevermind. I'll back off," Y/N plop down at one of the benches and think about the way to go back to the hotel. Maybe she can just ask Jae Hyun for help.

"We heard what the security said," Y/N looks up to find a group of girls standing in front of her, circling her, hiding her from public sight. "You are a saseang arent you?"

"What? No! Its a misunderstanding. I am actually Tae's high school friend. I-"

"How dare you call him Tae you crazy stalker! Leave our oppa alone! He and his bandmates deserve some privacy you crazy bitch," the first girl shove her shoulder hard.

"No. Wait. I am not a-"

"Bitches like you deserve to die!" And before she can start defending herself the girls start shoving and hurting her, pulling her hair, slapping and punching her all over. Y/N is pretty sure they are the crazy one here.

Almost losing conciousness and bleeding all over, Y/N can only smirks to herself. I cant believe this is the way I will die. By being punch by Taehyung's fan.

/////

Who the hell is that guy?!

Taehyung paced around in his room. Before he was ushered back to the car by his manager at the theme park, he managed to sneak a look behind the crowding fans, and he saw, far away at the back some guy carrying Y/N bridal style. She is hugging his neck but Taehyung cant see her face or anything else.

Who is he?

Why is she letting him carry her like that?

And after what happen yesterday, Y/N is still not even a bit jealous?

Taehyung huffed and continue to pace around his room. His mind is going crazy. Y/N didnt contact him after nor did she reply to any of his texts and calls.

Maybe he really did it this time. Maybe Y/N is truly mad at him.

/////

Taehyung didnt see any of his friends after that anymore. They didnt answer his calls or his texts. They also didnt attend any of his shows anymore. Taehyung was confused. Is Y/N that mad at him for ditching her the other day? To the point she asks their friends to stop being friends with him? Doesnt that mean she has feelings for him then?

Taehyung needed answers, so he keeps on calling and texting. Plus, he misses Y/N lile crazy and he is starting to regret what he did the other day. After a few weeks of trying, Soo Young, fed up with his relentless effort in calling finally answered.

"What the hell so you want?!"

"Well, hello to you too. Is this how you talk to a friend?" Taehyung asks, confused on her behaviour.

"A friend?" She scoffed. "After what you did to Y/N, do you think you can call any of us friends again?!" So he was right. Y/N is pissed that he ditch her the other day.

"Wait. Just because I left Y/N at the amusement park you guys are not going to be friends with me anymore? Look, I know what I did was wrong. But I am s-"

"Left her at the amusement park? Its more like left her to die you asshole! And here I thought you actually love her!" Soo Young screamed out.

"Huh? D-die?" Taehyung stammered. what is she talking about?

"Y/N was in a freaking coma for a week because your crazy fans beat her up at the park you asshole! And you did freaking nothing to help! You think just because you are famous now you are better than your friends?! Just stop calling and stay the hell away from her!" Soo Young screamed at him but Taehyung is no longer listening as the phone he is holding dropped to the floor.

What has he done?

/////

Y/N opened her eyes to the smell of sterile and medicine, her eyes adjusting to the white walls around her. She tries to move but she cant, everything hurts.

Where is she?

The last thing she remembered after getting beat up is a guy's voice shouting at the girls who is assaulting her and carrying her before she passed out conpletely.

"Hey.. you are awake," Soo Young's voice spoke softly to her ear and her friends friendly face entered her vision.  Soo Young explained what happened. How she was in a coma for a week already, and how a stranger at a park save her and how they are all no longer friends with Taehyung.

Taehyung.

No matter how hard she tries, she cant figure out why Taehyung did what he did and Y/N finally give up in trying to figuring it out.

Y/N focuses on recovery, putting Taehyung to the far back of her mind. After a few weeks, her bruises and cuts got better but is still very much visible and she no longer needed a wheelchair, only crutches to walk. On a lazy weekend while watching her favorite drama and inhaling a carton of ice cream, a loud knock comes from the door. With her bad leg, she hopped to the door.

"Coming!"

Y/N opened the door to find Taehyung looking straight at her, a huge bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Y/N. I-"

Panicking, Y/N immediately slammed the door shut at his face, tears starts to stream down her face. She doesnt know why shes crying. But seeing Taehyung again, after everything that happens... it just bring out the emotions that she never knew she felt.

"Y/N?" Taehyung calls out softly, while knocking on the door. After a few minutes he realizes that Y/N is never going to open it, atleast not today, and decide to just say what he wanted to say from behind the door.

"Y/N? I know after what I did I dont even deserve to see you. And I know you hate me so much that you cant even bare to see my face. I know I am a few weeks too late but I came immediately after I found out. Y/N, I am sorry. I didnt know why I did what I did. And if I could turn back time I would, but I cant. I am sorry I ruined what could have been the happiest day for us and turned it into this... tragedy. I am really sorry. You dont know how badly I regretted everything. I will give up everything Y/N, just to take it back. I swear," Taehyung sighed. "I'm... I'm just going to leave this flowers here by the door. Its for you. And I will come back every single day. You dont have to see me. But I will come back and wait for you until you are ready. I am sorry Y/N," with that Y/N heard his footsteps slowly went away, leaving her alone with her tears.

And true enough, Taehyung came back every single day for the next few months. Y/N found out from the news that he skipped his tour just to do this. He must really be willing to do anything like he said. Everyday he will leave something for her. Flowers, cookies, teddies, books, anything and he will sits on the floor by the door and talk about his day and how sorry he is and how he misses her. And slowly, Y/N find herself waiting for his daily visits and the tears stopped, replaced by a smile and a few giggles.

After 4 months, Y/N decided to finally open the door and ask him one final question.

"Y-Y/N? You opened the door!" Taehyung smile, surprised and immediately hugs her. "S-sorry. I just miss you so much," he stares at her longingly, backing away.

"This doesnt mean I forgive you Tae,"

"Of course! Of course! But its progress! What do you want me to do Y/N? I'll do anything, even if it takes forever," Taehyung smiles and she knows he means it.

"Answer me this one question Tae. Answer me with honesty. No bullshit, no lies, no excuses, and I will decide if I want to forgive you,"

"Of course Y/N. What is it do you want to know? I'll answer anything. Anything at all,"

"Why?" Taehyung looks at her, confused. "Why are you always mad at me for no reason? Why are your mood always changing? Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me? Do you not want to be my friend anymore? Why?"

"Well... thats not one question," Taehyung chuckles.

"Taehyung..."

"Okay, okay. Kidding," Taehyung smiles and takes a deep breath. Its now or never. Its time to tell his dream girl, the truth.

"You want to know why? Its because of you Y/N. You are driving me crazy. from that first day I saw you in high school, I have been crazy about you, over you. I cant sleep, I cant think straight, I cant even be myself, all I can do is think about you and how to make you mine. How it feels if you are mine. If you love me back. I want you Y/N. I want to take care of you, to love you, to be the only face you think about every single day, to be the last face you see at night, the first face you see in the morning. Every single day I wonder, why cant I be that person for you? I love you L/N Y/N. I have been madly in love with you for years and I am sorry I have been acting crazy, but I just cant help it when I see other people looking at you or laughing with you. You are just so beautiful, so perfect to me, I am afraid that someone else will steal you away. I dont know how I will live if that happens. Jealousy is my best friend when I am around you and thats what happen that day. I knew now that you will never be mine, and I accept that. But I will take care of you from afar. And to answer your question, no, I dont want to be your friend, because I want to be so much more. But Y/N..," Taehyung smiles. "I have accepted it Y/N, that you will be the girl who will never be mine,"

Y/N feels her mouth dropped opened. Is Kim Taehyung really finally confessing to her?

"T-tae, I didnt know-"

"Hey, its okay. You didnt know. Atleast you didnt ignore my feelings on purpose," he smiles. "I am so sorry Y/N. I love you and I will do anything to make things right again. I regret everything I did,"

"Wait," Y/N stopped him. "So you are saying, that everything you did to me before, the mood changes, igboring me, getting angry, everything, is because you are jealous? And because you cant have me?"

"Well, yeah," Taehyung gave a small smile. "I love you too much that the thought of not having you drive me crazy. And you are just so beautiful, guys are always all over you,"

"But you said this will never happen again. Because..?"

"Because I finally accepted that you are the girl that I love, but you are also the girl that at will never be mine Y/N," Taehyung smile, a sad smile. Y/N giggles and took a step forward and held his hand.

Oh who is she kidding. She might have denied it to Soo Young and the rest of the gang, but who could ever resist Kim Taehyung?

Obviously not her. Because she is fi ally admitting to herself that she is desperately in love with her best friend. From that first day in high school. And how lucky is she that her best friend is Kim Taehyung.

"But Tae, whoever said that I will never be yours if you never ever asked me?" Y/N grins and the happiest smile slowly crept up Taehyung's face.

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Sea Salt family AU? Isa and Lea are Roxas and Xion's adoptive dads and you can blow me away like you usually do!

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Six and half am.

The clock alarm reverberated in the room.

It wasn’t sane to get up that early! It shouldn’t even be allowed?! Lea took his pillow and pressed it over his face, groaning. He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to get up… It was Tuesday and they were very far away from the weekend. He just wanted to sleep. It had been a really bad call from him to become a seller in the 4th District. Why did he have done that to him?! Maybe he hated himself?

If only he could grab his past him and hit him very hard?!

“Do you want me to wake you up in one hour?”

If only he could grab his past him and beg him to never ever let go Isa. To keep him very preciously… To cherish him every second.

“Yes, please?” he said, pushing back the pillow to see his lover undo the long braid he tied every night.

He watched his face, marked with an ugly scar. The ugly scar he received that day Radiant Garden got destroyed. Isa had a lot of difficulties to get used to it, but he did. With time. And love…

They landed here, at Traverse Town, and even if they were just teenagers, they did their best. They did their best because they had no other choice and…

The door opened suddenly.

“Daddyyyyyy!!!! Papaaaaaaaa!!!”

Two storms jumped on the bed, rolling on the blankets and asking hugs.

Just because of them.

Roxas and Xion.

They just were seventeen years old, they were lost, they had to do whatever they could and they had found those babies, abandoned. Their parents must be disappeared? Dead? So many people missed by this time and they had no other choices than helping them.

At first, they had thought about letting adults take care of them. But everybody was lost. Everybody was on the edge and so many of them turned psychotic. They were young but they decided to take care of them anyway. Isa was working from home, doing laundry or ironing for those who couldn’t, though it had been hard at first, and he took care of the children while Lea just did everything he could. Waiter? Cleaner? Seller? Anything to have Munnies.

It had been really hard at first.

Really.

But the two ten years old children jumping on Isa’s lap and the ring shining at Isa’s finger was everything he needed to know they did right. They were successful somewhere. It didn’t matter that he had to work so much, some months complying two jobs at once; it didn’t matter that Isa only make soup while one week, or that the snack of the children were often found gave by Merlin who always bought too much…

Yes, all of that was worth it.

“I don’t think you can go back to sleep,” Isa said.

“You’re right! But they’re so cute!!! Look at them!! Give them to me! You won’t even need to make the breakfast because I’ll eat them!”

“Nooooooo!!!”

Xion bounced from the bed and ran away. Roxas followed her after having kissed Lea’s cheek, running as fast as he could.

Isa finished undoing his hairs and leaned over Lea, kissing his lips tenderly.

“If you want to sleep, you still can.”

“Do you know how much I love you?”

“I have a good idea, yes,” Isa replied. “But it’s always nice to hear it from you.”

Lea kissed his nose and then his forehead, retracing the ugly scar. Though… it was quite beautiful since it was on him. A part of him.

“I’ll come with you. I want to hug you! I want to cuddle you while you’re doing the breakfast.”

“Tempting but you’ve to take care of the children if you’re up.”

“I can do both!” Lea replied. “But first…” He grabbed his waist and overthrew him on the mattress. “I also want to eat you!!”

“Lea!” Isa laughed, passing his arms around his shoulders and kissing him in reply.

He just made him so happy all the time.

  After nine years, Traverse Town got used to everything. A tiny town became more and more beautiful, more and more a place where they could live. They were coming from everywhere, from hundred and hundred Worlds and this place became a new Home for everybody. Some children naked here and knew nothing else but this place.

As they were used to this place, some of them grew wealthier.

That’s how Isa had his hand on a piano as a teenager was trying to learn his basics. She was really conscientious, doing her best. And he was guiding her. Severe but fair. It was just very important for her to get the beginning. He learned very early to play piano, with his parents, and that was almost the only thing he still had from them. It was often strange to have started in a very wealthy family to end up struggling to life. Because those lessons he was giving weren’t his sole income. He also worked in a Library in the 7th District. But only at mid-time. He had to be there for the children because Lea couldn’t get a partial-time with the work he had.

He was working for Scrooge McDuck and the Duck expected a lot from his employees!

They couldn’t do more.

The clock, outside, rung.

“I have to go. Do you have any questions?” the man asked, moving back from the Piano.

“No, thank you Sir Turk.”

Isa always had a soft feeling when someone used his last name. Lea’s last name…

“Have a nice day and train.”

“Yes!”

Isa knew he will be paid by the parents of the teenager very soon. And if ever he wasn’t… they would hear him. Which wasn’t a good thing, at all.

From what he knew, it was the only thing that still could make his whole family shiver: his anger.

Isa left the house and walked toward the School in the 6th District.

He liked to come to give his lessons in the 7th and 8th District because he could easily join the School when Lea was always in the 1st District or the 2nd, on rare occasions, to work.

From the moment they had run away from Radiant Garden, staying alive by whatever magic, their love maybe, they only have to play on the adaptation…

Isa’s path led him to that big School where children were gathering every day and receiving a… more or less decent education. People coming from everywhere did they best and if mathematics and sports were the same in each World, almost every other lessons were different. From the language to the believing, without forgetting science. And about Geography and History?! They had just forgotten this part of the teaching. It was too hard to deal with it.

As every day, Isa did his best not to mix with the other parents. He didn’t like them and preferred to be alone, please.

He searched after his two precious child.

You couldn’t miss Roxas with his flamboyant hairs always shaped in such a strange form.

At the moment he noticed the two children coming, holding their hands, as so often. He walked toward them, smiling in that soft way only his family can have.

“Hello,” he said.

They stopped at the same time and watched them. Roxas seemed angry, Xion had tears in her eyes…

“What’s happening?” Isa asked, putting down his knee next to them.

He held out his arms to hug them but Roxas stepped away, bringing Xion with him. Which was extremely surprising to Isa. What was happening there?

“Xion? Roxas?”

The little boy tugged Xion after him and quickly moved aside, bringing his sister with him. Isa had no idea of what was happening and he got up to follow them. Even if the teenager tried to walk quickly, he couldn’t go faster than his papa who had long legs in contrary to him.

Them.

Especially because Xion let herself tug more than actually walking.

She never stopped rubbing her cheeks and eyes.

Isa switched his bag, filled with music sheets mostly, of shoulders and bent to grab the little girl, wanting to ease her pain.

Roxas noticed the gesture and pushed his sister aside.

“Don’t touch her! You’re not our papa!” he claimed.

Looks turned at those words, with horror. Isa clenched his teeth and replied with anger, at the moment people started to wonder what they have to do:

“I’m their papa.”

Well, it wasn’t the best way to look less suspicious of a crowd.

But he was getting worried.

Especially when he saw the two children run away, Xion still crying.

“Where do you can?!” Isa asked immediately.

“Home,” Xion let out in a muffled cry.

Isa felt just a bit eased. He could follow them from far and, at least, they were going home. Well, he really had to follow them from distance because maybe they were lying? He doubted Xion could, honestly but you never knew…

He was perturbed by those words threw at him.

Why would Xion and Roxas think he wasn’t their father?

What the hell happened?

 In front of the door, Roxas was trying to enter the house but he just couldn’t. It was locked, obviously.

Xion hiccupped and pushed the door without more success. Yet, she tried again. Once. Twice… and at the third times, it opened. The two children threw at each other a reassured look… until Roxas realized the door got open because Isa turned his key in the lock.

The young boy took Xion’s hand, bringing her inside, to the living room.

Isa entered after them.

“You forgot to take out your vests and shoes,” he warned.

As he removed his boots, he listened, trying to know if they were listening to him or not… This was really weird and he didn’t like that. Maybe Lea could have something from them? He had always been the cool parent. He always supposed he was the one the children preferred and there… for whatever reason, he hoped it.

Maybe they just decided they didn’t like him at all?

Though he didn’t know what he could have done?

This morning had just been like every other one? Yes, he’d been a bit harsh with Roxas because he wanted to finish playing before getting ready for school and they were slightly late so he pressed him much but… was it the reason?

If this was that, this wouldn’t prevent him from being stricter.

In contrary…

But for now, all he could do was preparing them a snack and be sure they were, at least doing their homework…

  After a very long day of work, Lea just wanted to do nothing. Just crash in the sofa and do nothing.

This was one of those dreams he would never accomplish.

When he’ll arrive, he will help Isa. Whatever it was with the cleaning, the food or the children. There was always something to do.

He pushed open the door and took out his shoes before opening his arms but…

But, no one?

No children running toward him to hug him? No Isa coming to kiss him tenderly.

“Is there anybody here?!” he asked, frowning.

No reply.

There were vests and shoes in the entry. But no one.

“Isa?!”

Lea left the entry and went to the kitchen, forced passage to go in the living room, though the living room was viewable from the kitchen thanks to a half-wall.

He almost bumped in Isa and let out a relieved sigh as he hugged him tightly.

“Idiot! I thought you had disappeared!”

Isa hugged him back tenderly.

“It’s okay, I’m here…” he replied.

“You’re here. But you don’t look very happy. What is it? Disappointed I’m here?!” Lea forcibly laughed.

Isa looked toward the living room. The two children were sat on the floor next to the coffee table. On it, the remaining of their snack, two glasses of water and their homework they were doing. But they didn’t move away to come see Lea.

This was really, really worrying…

They didn’t even react when he started to prepare handmade hamburgers. They always asked for this and Isa refused, he had hoped this could change their mood but… nothing. They didn’t even ask his help for the homework while it was what they did almost every time.

Isa tugged Lea in the entry, glancing at the children until he couldn’t anymore…

“Something happened at school. I don’t know what.”

“How do you know then?”

“Uh… Roxas said I’m not his papa and Xion never stop crying. They came back alone, though I followed them, and they didn’t reply to me since then…” Isa frowned. “And now, they even don’t come to say ‘hello’ to you?”

“That’s weird, indeed… Let me see that.”

Lea kissed Isa’s lips, hoping just this could ease him, and he walked toward the living room.

“Hey, babies! How have been school?”

Lea landed in the sofa next to them, taking out his vest. Xion started again to rub her cheeks, trying to make the tears vanish. Roxas watched toward him. The man bent to grab Xion and brought him to his lap. She cried even more but threw her arms around him so he caressed her hairs.

“Eh… What’s happening Princess?” he asked softly.

“Why… why you… why you didn’t say it?!” she hiccupped.

“Say what?” Lea asked.

“You’re not our daddy!” Roxas stated with anger. He pointed out to Isa at the entry of the room. “He’s not our papa!”

“What the fucking hell?!”

Isa didn’t even have the strength to tell him to watch his language. He didn’t know what was happening.

If only it was just him.

“Okay, that’s not funny,” Lea said. “Why would you say that? Why would you say that to Isa?!”

Those last words were maybe a bit harsher. But Lea hated when Isa suffered.

He hated, also, when his babies suffered of course. But what else could he do there? His hands were tied.

“At school… we had biology,” Xion said.

Lea watched her. “That’s nice. What nice things did you learn?”

He wanted to know what was happening but he also saw this as a positive sign. If Xion talked to him, it was good, at least…

“They said two men can’t have children together! Did you know that?” Roxas said.

He took Xion’s hand to tug her toward him.

Isa frowned.

“Well… Yes?” Lea replied, surprised. “Why?”

“You lied to us! You aren’t our papa and daddy!!” he protested, tears starting to fill his eyes too.

“But we…”

“It’s true,” Isa said, as he walked toward them.

“Isa?!” Lea protested.

In his arms, Xion cried more.

Isa knelt next to them and he took softly Roxas’ hand.

“It’s true two men can’t have babies together. It’s true in contrary to most of your comrades, there is no genetic linking us.”

At those words, Lea finally understood the problem. A problem he never realized they will face one day. It was so obvious to them that Roxas and Xion would know they have been adopted, saved. First, none of them looked like the other and they were so young in comparison to them. Plus the fact they were two men, yes, so it wasn’t really possible for them to have children.

It was so obvious.

And now he felt so stupid.

“We’re your papa and your daddy because we took care of you since you’re just babies. You weren’t just a few months old when we found you and we took care of you.”

“We gave everything for you because we loved you. With all our Hearts,” Isa said. “There isn’t anything genetic linking us but you’re both our children and we’ll love you till the End of Time,” he swore.

Xion watched him at those words.

She wanted to believe them. She wanted Isa to be their papa. She wanted Lea to be their daddy…

Lea pushed the coffee table with his foot and he slid down on the floor, coming next to them. He passed his arms around, hugging both Xion and Roxas on the same occasion.

“You swear?” Xion asked. “You swear you’re really our papa and daddy?”

“Of course. And if anyone tries to tell you otherwise, they’ll hear me!” Lea swore.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Roxas said. “I just…. I was just afraid. I didn’t want you… to abandon us one day? I thought since you weren’t really…”

“Pff, we’re more than really your parents and in a few years, you’ll be sad we’re your parents!” Lea pointed out with a smirk.

Roxas whipped his tears. “NEVER!!!” he replied with a smile through his sorrow.

Lea smiled and hugging them more, kissing their cheeks, happy to have eased away this sadness and this uncontrollable situation…

[pvvrkvvng]

﹤JEON JEONGGUK, HE/HIM, CISMALE﹥; * - hello VIKTOR PARK. long time no see. i know a lot about you. like how you're TWENTY ONE, how you're a PRE MED major, and in fact.. how you HOSPITALIZED YOUR FATHER. would be a shame if it got out, wouldn't it ? so let's play a game. 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 ?

hiiii yes...i’m late as hell to this JKSJKDFDFJK BUUUUT here is a little bit about our boy vik xoxo like or message me on discord to plot please! 

tw: suicide mention, bullying mention

viktor was born with two young parents (ages 17 and 18) in a small city in russia, he grew up not having much because his parents were both poor. 

he was heavily bullied while growing up because he didn't speak around people at all and he was skinnier than the other children. his parents decided to leave everything behind and move to america. 

unfortunately for vik, the bullying didn't stop. he was still small, still a mute and still 'weird looking'. the other children wouldn't let them play with him so he made up imaginary friends. 

sometimes he was caught smiling and giggling at himself which resulted in him to getting bullied more. he wouldn't tell his parents about it because there was simply no time to tell them. they were enjoying their time in america with new friends and partying all the time leaving vik home alone. 

living a lonely life of independence, he started to develop a consciousness that he'll never be happy. he'll never have friends anyway! so at the age of fourteen, he snapped. he fought anybody that crossed him. 

you purposefully try to trip him down the hallway? punched. you mock something he says from the back of the room? bitch, he will get him from his seat and walk back to where you are and start swinging. you even LOOK at him sideways in the hall? he's smacking you. 

he's gone to counseling for his short temper, but nothing seemed to work. his parents seemed to be growing tired of his attitude and he didn't have anybody to vent to. when viktor turned eighteen, figured that he didn't want to live through life anymore. 

he grabbed his father's gun from the downstairs closet, walked to his bedroom, closed the door and turned the safety off the gun. his life was in the hands of a weapon. while sitting on his bed and lifting the gun to his chin, his father bursts in with a surprise gift, startling vik. he accidentally pointed the gun at the door and fired. 

thankfully for vik, he missed anything important but his father passed out from shock to realize what even happened. how could this have happened?!

"uhh...i don't know." was all that vik could answer, along with some fabrication that it could've been a robbery. everyone believed him because they figured he didn't know what happened either. there was a suspicious detective that noticed the bullet was familiar, but the family brushed it off. 

feeling guilt weigh on his heart, he decided to go to university just to get away from his parents and figure out his life. maybe it's a more private place to commit suicide. as dark as it sounded, no matter how many times he tried, he'd think of the look on his father's face when he shot him. he couldn't take their only child away. 

PERSONALITY 

very quiet and standoffish. will probably glare at you as if you are crazy if you're a stranger speaking to him. he tries not to come off as rude, but his temper is extremely short. he's only patient with people who have a good spirit...or people who like anime and isn't insufferable. 

N E R V O U S! he doesn't seem like it but he's actually screaming on loop for 24 hours in his head. he doesn't like the thought of parties unless his friends are there and he overthinks everything. "i would get a bagel in the cafe downstairs, but what if i leave my station, realize i left my keys mid-walk, turn around to get them, slip up the stairs, then crack my neck and die? i'm good." 

sweet and mean. he's a major tsundere, giving backhanded compliments and regrettably hugging you when you're sad. the thought of affection is what he craves, but he also doesn't want ANYBODY to touch him. not that it's a big issue, he's just not very used to it. he's harsh with his words, but you can truly tell when vik cares about you. he'll do little things to make sure you're okay. 

soft as hELL. will doodle you in class and fold it for safe keeping, has pastel room decor instead of all black like most people would assume, had his first everything in college, a great cook, he likes getting his head patted, etc. he's a weirdo. 

passionate. he will argue you DOWN about something he knows he's correct about. he'll stop what he was doing and make sure he walks out of the argument making it clear that he was right. he argued with a child at a barnes & noble once about how subbed anime is superior. 

CONNECTIONS

EXES (taken): he only dated cynthia. this man is undatable, he will shy away at the thought of being important to someone it's sad. (1/1)

RIVALS: he is always trying to one-up them in his head, making every single thing a competition when it's not. blame his aries sun. (0/2)

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: "wait, you actually want to fuck me? i mean i'm in, but...geez, standards." (0/3)

ONE-SIDED CRUSH: vik has the biggest crush on them, but they can't know. they'll never know. he'll just treat them slightly nicer than everyone else and hopes that they will feel something in return. (1/2)

MUSE: vik likes to paint and draw, he wants someone in the group who would be down to let him paint and sketch them whenever he gets the chance. even take professional pictures of them so that he could marvel at how beautiful they are. (0/2)

GAMING BUDDIES: he gets very into mario kart...he apologizes in advance. (0/2)

[theartofbeinganerd]

Hiiii. If you're taking prompts could you do a 4x01 AU where Jemma goes to Radcliffes with Fitz? Thanks!!

Hi!! Thanks for the prompt!!

As I was plotting this out, I became quite salty at the realization that all the storylines could’ve stayed exactly the same for 4A if Fitz hadn’t been keeping secrets from Jemma - which was necessary for some reason that I don’t understand?? But, I digress - anyway, here’s the way it could’ve gone if there were no secrets (like it should’ve been).

(Ao3)

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As Fitz reached out to ring the doorbell, Jemma shifted thebottles of beer in her grip so that she could take a quick look at her phone. Thankfully,however, nothing too urgent seemed to happening back at the Playground.

“You’ve been checking your phone every five minutes since weleft the base,” Fitz pointed out, seeming a bit exasperated, and perhaps disappointed.“You know, if you wanted to stay and work, you could’ve just said so.”

Jemma scoffed, turning to face him and arching an eyebrow. “Fitz,the very last thing I want is tospend more of my time working.” Smiling softly, she purposefully slid her phoneback into her pocket. “I’m done for now, I promise; I’m all yours.”

He returned the smile, and she thought to herself that she’dthrow her new position and all of its duties to hell, if only to see that smilelighting up the face she loved so dearly.

They both turned when the door opened then, revealingRadcliffe stepping back to let them inside. “Hey, just in time,” he said by wayof greeting, “they’re just taking to the pitch.”

“Oh, good,” Fitz commented as he and Jemma set the six packsthey were carrying down on the counter, leading the way over to the couch as heremoved his jacket.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Radcliffe told them with awave of his hand, “I’m just finishing cleaning up.”

Jemma took a seat on the couch as Fitz grabbed a handful ofnuts from a bowl on the coffee table, rolling her eyes fondly as he tossed oneinto his mouth and fist-pumped.

“Should be pretty lopsided, don’t you think?” Fitzcommented, nodding toward the game playing on the large flat screen. “Theirkeeper’s absolutely crap – oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

Startled at Fitz’s sudden apology as he dropped haphazardlyonto the couch beside her, Jemma glanced up, her eyebrows darting up herforehead as she glimpsed a naked woman standing unashamedly a few feet away.

Hastily dropping her gaze, Jemma winced and told the womanapologetically, “Truly, we had no idea there was someone here.” To Fitz, shehissed under her breath, “He knew wewere coming over, right?”

“Hello,” the woman greeted, sounding strangely relaxed for someonewalking around strangers while in the nude.

At that moment, Radcliffe hurried back out. “You…you weren’tmeant to see that.”

“Hello, I’m glad to finally –” the woman cut herself off,then repeated, “Hello, I’m glad to finally –”

Confused, Jemma peered over to find Radcliffe fiddling with arobe. “Fitzsimmons, meet AIDA.”

“Hello, I’m glad to finally –”

Radcliffe gave them a bit of an amused smile and explained, “She’s,uh, crashed,” as he covered her with the robe. As the truth of what this womanwas sunk in, Jemma exchanged a wide-eyed glance with an equally stunned Fitz,both of them turning to gape at AIDA as she repeated the same thing over andover until Radcliffe picked up a remote of some kind and powered her down.

“What the hell?” Fitz finally asked, speaking the same wordsJemma currently had running through her brain.

“Well, I just upped her PSU to compensate for imageprocessing,” Radcliffe explained, “Must’ve overcranked it. I’ll reboot.”

“Uh-uh, no, that’s not what I meant.”

Before Fitz could go on, though, Jemma cut in to tellRadcliffe firmly, “Shut it down.”

Radcliffe’s eyes grew wide, and he hurried to explainhimself, “Simmons, wait, you don’t understand – this has been a lifelong dreamof mine. When I saw the work you two were doing in replicating human tissue andinternal bone structure in Coulson’s hand, I knew…I knew right then that thiswas within reach. But, I need your help, both of you, to perfect her beforeSHIELD –”

Not allowing him to finish, though, Jemma stood up, foldingher arms across her chest. “Shut it down.You don’t have any more time; Ireceive lie detection tests, and my next one is in just a few days, where I’llhave to report this – and even if I didn’t, it is still my duty to report youfor breaking the rules stipulated in your pardon.”

Beginning to look truly desperate now, Radcliffe waved hishands at her, pointing out, “But you have a few days, if we just –”

“We won’t lie to our organization for you,” Fitz told him,standing as well and planting his hands on his hips. “You know you aren’tallowed to experiment without approval or oversight.”

“But you two aren’t understanding!”he insisted. “If we can get the LMD program up and running, we could save somany lives. With all of the friendsyou’ve lost, friends like Lincoln Campbell and Antoine Triplett, you must see –”

“That’s quite enough,” Jemma said sharply, blinking rapidlyfor a few moments as her mind’s eye flashed back to the fragments of Trip beingpushed along in that wheelbarrow, to watching Daisy fall apart before theireyes as Lincoln gave his life on that quinjet.

However, as she shook away the memories that still tore ather heart as fiercely as they did when she’d experienced them, she noticed thatFitz was peering at her speculatively.

“What?” she asked him under her breath.

He chewed his bottom lip for a moment, idly scratching athis stubbled chin, then he leaned in closer to her and whispered, “We could atleast give it a try.”

Jemma quickly leaned back to gape at him, completely andutterly taken aback that he could possiblythink it was even remotely a good idea. She opened her mouth to say as much tohim, but she only managed to get out, “How could you possibly –” before he wasinterrupting her.

“If it works, you’ll never have to be in danger again.” Hesaid the words with such conviction, the overwhelming love and concern he hadfor her written plainly in his eyes.

Jemma’s stern expression softened, and without givingRadcliffe another glance, she grasped Fitz’s hand and excused them, leading himinto another room. Once the door had been closed behind them, she reminded himgently, “Fitz, being in danger is a part of the deal when you sign up forSHIELD – we both knew that going in. And given all of the terrible things we’vebeen through, I’d imagine we understand even better now the risks that areinvolved with our line of work.”

“But what if there didn’t have to be risks?” Fitz pointedout, clearly clinging to the idea now that it had been presented to him. “With LMDs,we could help save the world, but never have to be put into another dangeroussituation.” His voice grew soft as he added, “And I’d never have to worry aboutlosing you again.”

Jemma sighed softly, lifting a hand to absently stroke hischeek, and she could tell just by looking into his eyes that he wasn’t going togive up. After all of their years spent side-by-side, she knew how to read Fitzbetter than anyone, and she could see that he had to see this through; he had to try and perfect the program. So,grudgingly, she said, “We have until my next test, at which point we’ll have tocome clean with whatever we have by that time to Director Mace.”

“Deal,” he agreed readily, catching her hand and giving it agrateful squeeze.

At that moment, Jemma’s phone chimed with an alert, and witha tired sigh, she removed it from her pocket and scanned the information on thescreen. Immediately, her eyes narrowed, and without looking up, she told Fitz, “Ineed to do some damage control.”

Understanding that she needed a moment to handle classifiedinformation, Fitz squeezed her hand once more before releasing it, heading outthe door. “I’ll go tell Radcliffe the good news then.”

A handful of minutes later, Jemma rejoined them, emotionallyexhausted after her conversation with May. She’d known when she’d taken aposition so close to the director that there would be questions, but she’dhoped that the trust that their friends had in her, after everything they’dbeen through together, wouldn’t be so fragile.

But, she supposed, such was the life of a SHIELD agent.

Upon catching sight of Fitz excitedly discussing the detailswith Radcliffe, though, Jemma began to perk back up a bit at the familiar sparkfor a new project, for tackling a new challenge that had been placed before him,in Fitz’s eyes. It often brought her back to their days at the Academy, whenthey were just beginning to work together and truly uncover the depths of theircombined brain power, when they both only grew more and more excited as they discussedall the experiments and projects they could take on together.

Noticing her quiet reentrance, Radcliffe turned to her witha beaming grin. “Thank you, Simmons. Truly. You won’t regret this.”

As he began to walk a powered-up AIDA back to his workspace,Jemma called after him, “See that I don’t.”

Fitz stepped forward until they were face-to-face, offeringher a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

Jemma shook her head. “I understand, Fitz; it truly could bean investment for SHIELD’s future, if done right. And besides, I trust anyproject with your hands in it.” As she said the words, she found his hands withhers, stroking her thumbs over his palms. Smiling warmly up at him, she wenton, “As long as we’re working together, on the same page and still refusing toallow anything to come between us…well, then we’ll be able to get through anychallenge, big or small.”

Leaning forward to drop a kiss on her forehead, Fitz agreed,his voice soft but contradictorily firm, “Together.”

[sutterbabe]

#2.5 Connor McDavid [Part 2]

HIIII CAN U PLEASE DO A PART 2 OF THE MCDAVID IMAGINE? ITS SO GOOD

Song suggestion: Push off by The Palms bc its a #jam

My whole aesthetic is connor mcdavid being an awkward dork bc same

“Hello?” you questioned as your facetime call connected to show you nothing more than the ceiling of what you assumed to be Connor McDavid’s hotel room. You were prickling with nervous energy as you prepared to pull off the greatest surprise ever (you may have been overselling it a bit, but ‘a pretty good surprise’ just didn’t have the same ring to it’).

“Yeah, I’m here. Give me two seconds!” Came your boyfriend’s slightly muffled reply. Plonking down on the bed beside his phone Connor muttered a couple of swear words as the phone bounced off the bed. Picking it gingerly off the floor he was greeted by the sight of you smothering your laughter. “Whoops.” he murmured. “Hey,” he greeted softly, a small frown flickering in his features.

“Hey there, Birthday Boy” you replied with a grin, making his cheeks tint red. Taking note of his solemn expression, you pouted. “What’s up?"

He shrugged, running a hand absentmindedly through his hair. “Just nerves, I guess.” he admitted. He was silent for a moment and you could practically see him debating wether or not to give you specifics. “We really need another win.”

You nodded quietly, knowing where this was going. “You had a great one last night.”you told him, smiling as you remembered the giant grin it had put on his face.

“But I had you there.” he replied quietly. “lucky charm, remember?” you smiled a little at that. Despite the fact that it was nice knowing he wanted you there, you didn’t like seeing him so anxious. If this got much worse you knew you were going to crack and spill the secret. He sighed gently. “I just wish you could be here.”

you nodded knowingly in agreement. “I know, Connor,” sucking in a silent breath, you continued with. “if I could, I would.” Which seemed like a safe statement to go with. Truthfully, you were actually in the arrivals section of the airport waiting for your bags to come out. You’d told Connor that you had to go back to your hometown for a 'family thing’ and couldn’t even be in Edmonton for his birthday (which didn’t matter since he’d started a road trip anyway). What he didn’t know was that you were lying though your teeth and were going to see most of the away games he was playing on this road trip.

“I know. It just sucks.” he replied truthfully. “This road trip thing is really putting that million year promise to the test huh?”

you rolled your eyes. “It’s practically impossible to hate you, Con. Is it so hard to accept the fact that I love you?”

He huffed. “I just…I don’t know"

You frowned, hating that he was already beating himself up about a game that hadn’t even started yet. His perfectionism was both a blessing and a curse. “Look, Connor, you won last night,” you said, smiling again at the memory. “I’m sure you can do it again.”

He smiled half-heartedly at your optimism. “you know it’s not that simple.”

you sighed, “I know but just…I don’t know channel your positive vibes into more wins.”

Despite himself, Connor snorted. “Channel my positive vibes?” he questioned incredulously. “have you been reading all those self improvement articles?” he asked jokingly.

you rolled your eyes, attempting to keep as straight a face as possible. “Yeah, I run a spiritual yoga blog.”

He snorted but caught sight of your expression, which you had managed to hold by some miracle, and quickly turned serious. “you are joking, right?”

“Kumbaya” you hummed, finally cracking with a snort of laughter which set Connor off as well. It was a few moments til you could compose yourselves. You smiled softly, seeing that you’d managed to get Connor to loosen up a bit and he didn’t look nearly as antsy as before. “Anyway, you keep that winning streak going for me then. I like seeing you happy, especially on your birthday.” you informed him.

Connor chuckled. “Anything for you, huh?"

“Sounds about right.” You agreed teasingly, with a fond grin towards your phone screen. You watched as he smiled back, before running another hand through his troubled hair. “And happy birthday, gorgeous! I can’t wait till you get home!” you added. He flushed gently again, glancing down slightly.

“Trust me, I can’t either.” he mumbled, making you laugh.

“I’ll talk to you after tonight’s win, yeah?” you agreed. He shook his head gently with a small smile.

“You’re hopeless.”

You laughed. “I love you!”

“I love you too.” he replied warmly before you need the call.

You hope he fell for it.

You straightened your McDavid jersey as you walked slowly into the arena, home-made sign in hand. You eased your way down to the boards where you found yourself beside three of the cutest kids, each in oilers jerseys.

“You’re an Oilers fan too?” one of them, a boy about eight, asked you excitedly. “Aw yeah! I told you we won’t be the only ones.” he told his sister triumphantly. 

She poked her tongue out at him. “I didn’t say that, I said maybe.” she retorted indignantly. She didn’t look much older than her brother, maybe ten or so.

“Is McDavid your favourite?” You glanced down at who you presumed was the youngest of the three. You chuckled a little, watching as the other two watched for your answer. For added effect you leaned down as if telling them a big secret. 

“He is, but don’t tell him that.” you whispered with a laugh.

They stared up at you with wide eyes. “Why not?”

You giggled, “Because I told him that Nuge was my favourite.”

“You know Connor McDavid?!” they questioned excitedly.

You chuckled at their expressions. “Just a little.” With grins like that, you were going to have to add ‘tell them you know Connor McDavid’ to your list of ‘How to make kids fall in love with you in under three minutes’. “But shh,” you told them quietly, leaning down again. “he doesn’t know I’m here.”

Their eyes sparkled. “You’re surprising him?” the boy questioned with a big goofy grin.

You nodded eagerly. “Do you think he’ll love it?”

They all nodded rapidly and you received a chorus of ‘yes!’, ‘of course!’ and ‘I love surprises!’. You grinned at them happily just as the players took the ice for warm ups. Connor was already in what you liked to call ‘obsessive focus mode’ which basically happened right before a game he was nervous for. He kept his head down and hyper-fixated on a drill or two. You could tell the rest of the team was picking up on it too because they were all stony faced and determined. Eventually Milan Lucic skated past to pass a puck to the kids, and when he finally glanced up and saw you, you were able to watch as a wide grin split his face. You grinned, pressing a finger to your lips, making him chuckle.

“Davo,” 

Connor glanced up as Lucic skated over to join him. “What’s up?” Con questioned, seeing the grin that his teammate was trying, a failing, to hide. “What?” he asked defensively as Lucic just kept grinning.

He shrugged. “I just saw some of the smiliest kids who can’t wait to see you.”

Connor shrugged. “Can’t hurt.” he replied, glancing back the way Lucic had come from. Instead of the kids, it was your sign that caught his eye. “No way,” he mumbled. Lucic chuckled, and clapped him on the back. 

You watched his jaw slacken in surprise, his gaze fixed intently on you but his expression was quickly replaced by an amused smirk as he licked his lips, shaking his head lightly in disbelief a small smile playing on his lips as he glanced down. You grinned, not failing to miss the not-so-covert glances he continued to send you throughout warm ups, the faint smile never failing, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Eventually he found his way over to the glass beside you, waving a little at the ‘three musketeers’ as you’d dubbed them. You watched with a laugh as they almost died of excitement. He was grinning excitedly at you, pressed up to the glass opposite you. “Happy Birthday?” You tried, wiggling your sign which cause him to laugh.

“You’re here!” he exclaimed.

You nodded with a laugh. “Couldn’t miss your birthday could I?”

He shook his head in disbelief, banging his helmet lightly against the glass before skating off, which made you laugh.

“I think he liked his surprise.” One of the kids piped up from beside you.

“I think he did, too.” you chuckled.

That much was evident as Connor couldn’t wipe the grin off his face for the entirety of the game. Just the knowledge that it was because of you gave you warm fuzzies. Even the few choice words you heard being exchanged throughout the game didn’t seem to dampen his mood. Connor McDavid was delighted and his good mood seemed to be seeping through to the rest of the team. The Oilers came out with the win and you swore Connor’s cellys got even more adorable every game. Seeing him so happy was your favourite part about watching him play. You were so in love with him, it wasn’t funny.

After the game, you made your way down to wait for him by the Visitors’ locker rooms. You knew he’d be a little while because he’d be celebrating with the rest of his teammates and, of course, the press would want a piece of the action as well. Given all that, you had been fiddling around on your phone, not at all expecting him to be out for a while when someone raced towards you, you had just enough time to glance up before you were engulfed in a huge hug that almost knocked you off your feet. You giggled, your boyfriend was practically allergic to PDA but here he was pressing kisses to every inch of your face he could find.

“Happy Birthday, Con!” you exclaimed, giving him a little squeeze. “You were amazing out there!”

“I told you,” he laughed. “Lucky charm.” he squeezed your sides gently, causing you to squeak slightly and writhe beneath his fingers in an attempt to get out of his grip. He laughed, finally relenting and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Aren’t you quite the con artist, huh?” he continued. “had me thinking, you were all wrapped up by the tv at home with your family.”

You smirked at the thought. “Well, I had to get you back for that awful first date.” you joked.

“If this is what I get for bad dates, I might have to take you on a few more then.” He replied, leaning down to kiss you carefully. “But really,” he continued, sobering up. “thank you for coming.”

You smiled warmly and kissed his cheek. “Anything for you, huh?”

He hummed. “I like the sound of that.”

“I’m sure you do."