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dutchforstrangers · 3 years ago

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Digiweek day 3 - Music | Shades of red; a Taikoura fanfiction

Chapter 3/7. Candy cane red

Chapters [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

AN!: Yes, I wrote a Christmas fic in the middle of summer. So get cozy, place yourself in front of a random pine tree, put on an ugly Christmas sweater and get yourself some ‘glühwein’ and ‘kerstkransjes’. Happy readings!

Characters: Taichi Yagami (Hikari Yagami, Koushiro Izumi & Sora Takenouchi and other Adventure and 02 DigiDestineds in background) Genre: Romance, songfic (Chirstmas!) Rating: K Wordcount: 1.568

Song used: Wrapped in red - Kelly Clarkson

Art by Sanni @seventeenlovesthree

“Do we have to go?” Taichi sighed, slouching further into the couch. From where he sat he could see his baby sister rolling her eyes, simultaneously packing up the pie she made earlier today to bring to the party.

“Don’t be such an indifferent baby,” Hikari said, her eyes now directed to him. “It’ll be fun! I know you’re dying to see everyone together. Daisuke made some special ramen for us, Mimi-san spends this Christmas in Japan for the first time since three years, even Jyou-senpai and Iori-kun could take off from their busy work schedules.”

Hikari was right, he wanted to see everyone, especially together which was something very rare. Taichi tried to think back to the last time all of them were together, but it was hard. Meanwhile Hikari continued her enumeration, saying they should be prepared for Miyako and Ken showing off Miyako’s little baby bump. They would be the first ones to have a baby and Taichi suddenly felt old.

“Of course Sora-san and Koushiro-san will be there too.”

Taichi felt his face heating up hearing those names, immediately sitting up straight, his throat dry. Hikari’s suspicious gaze made Taichi feel even more uncomfortable as he swallowed trying to get back his cool.

“You forgot the blondes,” he quickly covered up his nervosity to which Hikari responded with nervosity of her own. Now they were even. However unlike Taichi, Hikari managed to keep her cool.

“I don’t have to mention them, because they obviously will be there as the party is hosted by Takeru.” her calm voice replied to him. “And of course he will drag Yamato-san with him just like I have to drag you with me. Kami, why do you two always have to be so stubborn and indifferent while both of you love to have the group complete?”

“No I love to have the group complete while Yamato just pretends to love it, when in reality he just wants to be alone with his guitar.” Taichi countered.

“You sure about that?” Though the counter was short lived. “Because Takeru told me he is bringing a girl. And you know, it’s Christmas... we’re at Takeru’s place... meaning there will be one or two mistletoes...” Hikari shyly smiled, a pink blush on her cheeks. Taichi sighed, standing up from the couch now having two good reasons to go to the party. One to see Yamato trying to act all cool but miserably failing being all nervous around the girl he would bring. And two to keep an eye on his sister, Takeru and the mentioned mistletoes.

Or maybe he had three reasons. After all, Sora and Koushiro would be there too…

Takeru’s Christmas party was a blast and Taichi had to admit he had a good time eating with everyone, catching up and seeing everyone all happy together. Not to mention that the booze was lifting up his mood. Also, luckily for him Takeru hadn’t decorated the place with mistletoes but instead everywhere were candy canes. The ricocheting light shining on the candy canes turning the room slightly red.

Taichi looked over to Sora and Koushiro who were in deep conversation with Mimi and Jyou. Their red colored hair fading because of the red shade filling up the room. Nonetheless they looked stunning to him, Koushiro dressed in a simple black trousers topped of with a forest green blouse and Sora in a stylish indigo colored cocktail dress. He dreamily smiled to himself enjoying the sight in front of him, the confusing romantic feelings he experienced during the past months coming all back to him at once. His heart speeding up by the thought of a possible confession.

He had thought about it for a while now, feeling like he had to confess his feelings someday. But it was complicated, he had no idea how to do it and, most important, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with the both them. Besides, how did one confess his feelings towards two people at the same time? He could feel his head spin as he gathered all the courage inside of him.

Yamato interrupted his plans, taking a seat next to him. Not wanting or able to ignore him, Taichi shifted his attention from Koushiro and Sora to the blonde, giving Yamato a questioning look. Their friendship was either a stormy one or a quiet one and right now it leaned more towards the quiet friendship, because the only thing Yamato did was nodding a single nod in the direction of the improvised stage where his date picked up the microphone of the karaoke set.

Everyone in the room immediately grew quiet, just like Taichi had done, shifting their attention to the girl with the microphone. She told everyone she had played in a band, which didn’t surprise Taichi knowing Yamato’s type, and that she wanted to kick off the karaoke part of the night. He glanced over to Yamato -who looked a tad embarrassed- to gave him an approving nod. Making himself comfortable he leaned back in his chair, music accompanying the red light painting the room.

Everybody's happy Snow is falling down Prayers are being nicer Miracles all around

The girl’s voice sounded soft in comparison to Yamato’s more raw sound. It had something magical with the redness in the room. That thought made his gaze drift off to his two favorite redheads once more.

From afar I've loved you But never let it show And every year another December comes and goes

A warm smile escaped Taichi’s lips upon looking at them. Kami, they looked gorgeous and so incredibly happy. He had looked at them for quite some years, but recently those looks felt more like deep stares. Or maybe those stares had always been there and he wasn’t sure anymore. Thinking back to it, how long did he have these feelings now? It was hard to remember as those feelings felt both confusing and strangely familiar for so long all the same. Because, well, he had to admit to himself that over and over again he was mesmerized by their appearances. Even after all these years. The way they looked, the way they smiled, the way they talked…

Always watching Never reaching

He had always watched them. Always. He knew them from the inside out. Thing was that they didn’t know him, or at least not the way he felt now. And to be honest, he had no idea how to exactly reach them about this matter. He never had been able to. Never.

Blue is where I've been Green can't buy me you Silver bells remind me That mistletoe's for two

Taichi looked to his left where Yamato was. His mouth was curled into a proud smile while his eyes were closed, deeply listening to his date’s singing. Then Taichi looked over to Mimi who was supportively and excitingly clapping for Yamato’s date like a little kid. His eyes then shifted to Jyou who’s foot was attempting at tapping along the beat of the music, a serene smile on his face. Of course his eyes then fell onto Koushiro and Sora sitting side by side. He whispering something in her ear. She laughing to whatever he had said to her.

The realization hit him there that they were already with two. Sure, as far as Taichi knew they weren’t a couple or a thing or each other’s date. But he couldn’t just interfere telling he loved them both, right? Besides, a romantic relationship existed of a maximum of two people.

So I found a color That only tells the truth That paints a picture Of how I feel for you

They were messing with him. It was messing with his head. He was messing with himself. The confusion in his body and mind only grew bigger and Taichi could feel himself slip. He had to tell them. For all he knew he had to. But how? Or when? Where? Who? Who…

I'll never feel you If I don't tell you

All he knew was that he had to confess and that tonight could be his chance. Having no clue where it would lead him. Lead them.

But this Christmas I'm gonna risk it all

But Taichi had to risk it all.

This Christmas I'm not afraid to fall

He could fall deep. And if so, he could still count on them to catch him. Right…?

So I'm at your door with nothing more than words I've never said

What were words anyway? It was all it took, words. It would be best to just tell them the things he had been afraid to tell them. He had been afraid to confess.

In all this white, you'll see me like you've never seen me yet

It would definitely place him in a new light. Though suddenly he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad light. A bright and shiny one or a cold and darker one. He didn’t want to seem desperate. It had to be sweet love, like the red of the candy canes all across the room.

Wrapped in red

But what if it turned out to be the bitter red of fury and he would destruct their bond like a raging fire… He could feel his courage fading, a dark shade of doubt replacing all the shades of red he cherished and loved so dearly.

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silverkoushi · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! | read pt.2 here! ⇢ feat. : suga, hinata, & kageyama (karasuno) x gn!reader ⇢ wc & warnings: 1.7k, none ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ this is me trying to psych myself up for the holidays aha... thinkin of doing more if i get the inspo and make it in time ><

sugawara koushi ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ the holiday spirit with him is unsurprisingly soft and domestic!! he’s the kind of guy that loves to uphold traditional celebrations like the holidays, your birthdays, new years— things like that because it’s important for him to create memories that you can look back on many years later. you bet the holiday decorations will be up mid-november, so once you see him struggling to hang multi-colored lights along the exterior of your house, you have no choice but to laugh at him at first but eventually help him out!! his cheerfulness and child-like excitement nearing the holidays becomes contagious so the two of you start matching everything: penguin sweaters, (ugly but comfortable) red/green pajamas, mugs that have those cringey couple labels on them— basically, you name it, you and suga have two versions of it to wear/use!! suga would be in an extra-baking mood, too!!

if there’s a holiday party (probably at the school he’s teaching at) that you would be attending with him, suga will volunteer to be in charge of baked goodies! sugar cookies, brownies, donuts with cinnamon sugar, maybe even a raspberry choco cake roll?? the possibilities are endless with your pastry chef of a man, and ofc you make it your duty to help him out in the kitchen!! baking til 2 or 3am, sometimes just goofing off with the flour, cookie dough on the tips of your noses, and suga stealing a kiss (or a lick) here and there. all the while your favorite holiday playlist hums in the background of your colorfully lit home, pictures of the two of you hanging around a tree, santa hats bouncing up and down atop your heads the way you dance everywhere, his arms snug around your waist. while you wait for the last batch of cookies in the oven, suga has already prepared his original hot cocoa for the two of you, making sure he adds extra mini marshmallows in your elf mug tonight— you sit by the couch overlooking the decorated frenzy of your surroundings. and you know you made the right choice spending it with him. :) when the actual party happens, o god the kids love you!! calls you his partner for lifey!! sth cute like that and u don’t know if suga taught them that or they just made it up lol either way, you’re so very excited to see how the love of ur life interacts with his students as, you guessed it, he’s so so good with them!! they run up to him, bouncing up and down just to get a bite of his baked goodies and while he’s handing them out, he also gives them a handwritten card. for each n every one of them!! when did he do that?? you question to yourself, but when he seesn you giving him an incredulous look, he just sheepishly smiles and says, “when you fell asleep on the couch last night, i wrote them last minute.” o,, that’s why when you woke up, u don’t even remember lying down in the bed but you surmise suga had carried you all the way there too :’)

they sing a lot of holiday songs, play those party games like trip to jerusalem or once the music stops, you have to stop dancing or you’re out type of game and just overall lots of fun filled moments and you feel thankful for witnessing such a pure, innocent sight right around the holidays!! ofc once it’s all done and he bids them goodbye with a hug, a hi five or a pat on the head, suga doesn’t forget about you and puts up a mini mistletoe by the door when everyone had left. he has that teasing smirk on his face and you’d do more than just kiss him bec of it but uh, you’re still in the classroom so you give in with a chaste yet sweet kiss on his lips. he returns it a little deeper, but you push his chest off playfully, and boop! him on the nose. “later, sir,” you reprimand lightly, yet cheeks blushing at your interaction with him in his workplace. he shows that toothy grin, and intertwines ur fingers together as u walk to your car and finally spend more time together again <333 his most favorite part of this season!!

hinata shouyo ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ be prepared for a very hyper and energetic holiday week with this guy!! imagine you two are still in college, he has a break from playing professional volleyball to spend these times with his family. and he chooses to spend most of those days with you!! he is actually very excited to bring you home to meet his mom and (not-so) little sister, and it’s very nerve-wracking knowing that it’s an important holiday for them to be together as a family— and then you’re just gonna crash it like that??? BUT sho doesn’t see it that way! he already sees you as a person he’ll definitely experience even more holidays the next year, and the one after that, but in order to ease up the anxiety that has been building up in your system, he tells you of his extravagant plans for the two of you before going back to his parents’ house!! think amusement parks in the winter, ice skating in frozen lakes, walking on boardwalks with two styrofoam cups of hot choco for him, and a peppermint mocha for you!!

o, and if there’s some downtime with your adventure, he’ll drag you outside where the snow is ankle deep, tells you to take a picture of him in the cold, earmuffs hugging the sides of his temple so warmly that you find so adorable. you’re about to pull your phone out until you feel cold, wet, melting ice smacked onto your cheek!! “SHO, WHAT THE HECK—” you don’t even have time to protest because WHACK, one more snowball, but he missed and it got to your jacket this time. luckily, your phone was still okay but your boyfriend definitely won’t be once you find him as he had started running, your voice calling out to his name in the breezy wind. so that whole afternoon, you were seen having a ridiculous snowball fight around campus (you guys stayed in the dorms until you were ready to leave), laughing when you threw one directly at his open, cackling mouth. shouyo started choking on the snowball, but you were still wiping tears from your eyes at the hilarity of the situation. “STOTPF IM LITERALYLYL DYUINGGG” “don’t be ridiculous” “JDFSKFDJH” and that’s when you actually run towards him, patting his back rather forcefully because oh god what if you did make him choke and his family won’t have a son coming home this time around?!

while you worry in your head, shouyo had already tackled you to the ground, snow engulfing your bodies together. “let’s take a picture here, this is the perfect spot!” he’d chuckle, peppering you with winter kisses, sending shivers down your arms not just because they were cold but also wow, you’re so lucky to be with a guy like him during this season. suddenly, you anticipate meeting his family :)

kageyama tobio

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ you know what you’re very excited for that kags isn’t? his birthday falls on the week of christmas, and any other normal person would just think, “ah, i can just combine his gifts into one!” but for you that’s a big no-no. and kageyama knows it, and he’s flustered and shy because everyone in his life up until the point he’s met you had always just given him a 1 for 2 type of gift. not that he minded, that’s all he’s ever known in his life so when you promised him a big birthday bash and a special holiday gift, he’s scared for what’s to come,,, although, you know he’s not big on surprises or bigger gatherings, but you wanted to see his reaction as to how you planned it all out! in reality, you just wanted to spend precious time with your bf on his bday and an early christmas before he leaves to go visit his family :(

after tiring hours of vball practice and finals (he’s gotten better at studying, don’t underestimate this guy!) he sleeps in on the day of his birthday, not even realizing the night prior he’s turning a year older that day!! you creep up to his dorm with the spare key he has given you, place the milk and berries cake you ordered yesterday on his desk, and surreptitiously clasp the paper birthday hat on his sleeping head. the guy doesn’t even stir!! stifling your laughter, you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him and you together, your lips puckering to kiss his cheek and— you forgot to turn your phone into silent mode! apparently the click was loud enough for his eyes to flutter open, and when he realizes you’re next to him he feels a sense of relief, but at the same time the rubber around his face became bothersome… only when you start singing happy birthday did it dawn on him… and he can’t get mad, it’s you, how can he??

you eat a piece of the milk n berries creme cake on his bed, talking about the day you’re gonna spend with him.. and you ask what he wants to do bec it’s his special day!! this gets him blushing since he thought you had this elaborate party with lots of people come, and now he feels guilty and grateful as to how thoughtful you’re being for him… he asks if he can sneak in a practice session for vball for at least an hour and you agree, guessing that would’ve come up sooner or later. anyway, aside from that his birthday was spent strolling around the town center near campus, snow underneath your boots and snowflakes showering your hair,,, he places his beanie on yours so it doesn’t get messed up and you thank him with a nose kiss… rudolph, is that you??

you take him to shops so you can buy matching sweaters <3 and he OBLIGES, seeing the gleeful expression in your eyes and smile, how can he resist the beauty radiating off you today? this is the best birthday gift he can ask for. you end the day by grabbing some milk tea, spending the rest of the night getting cozy under blankets, and watching cheesy romcoms to which kags just shields his eyes away… the embarrassment!! >< you end up sleeping in his arms, the ending credits with christmas music playing in the background. the next day, you both wear your holiday outfits (he has polar bear and yours is a panda!!) and take lots of pictures bec you know you’ll miss him when he goes back home :(( he immediately makes one of the selfies u took as his lockscreen: the two of you squish yourselves in between the snowman you both created. your face is lit up with utmost happiness, and kags is just looking at you with a loving grin to his smile as well. :)

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blushingbarnes · 5 years ago

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buckygrantbarnes writing challenge!

hey y’all! So I wanted to host a writing challenge for my fellow writers out there! This is a great way for new writers to get some recognition, as a lot of people will see your work.

Writing challenge masterlist

Rules

It would be great if you were to reblog for a signal boost!

You must send an ask to claim the prompt

2 characters per prompt, 2 prompts per writer.

Specify number and type (concept, dialogue, or AU) in your ask, and character

Whenever a prompt is fully taken, a line will be through it

For concepts, it doesn’t have to be exact, you can switch out who does what thing

All MCU characters accepted. I would love to see more Sam, and Pietro, but that’s just me..

If you do Peter Parker, make sure the reader is also under 18, and put an FFH spoiler warning if the story includes it. (Someone pls write mysterio I’m a hoe for him, or jake?)

They don’t have to be an X reader, but it’s preferred

Any genre is accepted. For smut, you must be 18+ (or the age of consent in your country) to write it. No non-con.

To be added to the Masterlist at the end, tag me and use the hashtag #buckygrantbarnes writing challenge

There is no deadline for requesting a prompt, but The deadline for fics being posted is September 1st.

I will be adding fics to the list as they come in.

No maximum, or minimum word count for fics. If it’s a series, please tag me in all and have a masterlist for the series

Have fun!

Prompts

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Dialogue prompts

“If you touch me again, I'll break your fucking neck.” Bucky= @the-omni-princess Loki= @william-snekspeare15

“I can’t…! I can’t see you anymore!” Bucky= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

“You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?” Sebastian Stan= @your-imagine Bucky? @legendsofwholock

“I'm not allowed to bet, but if I could, my money would be on you.” Loki= @adefectivedetective

“I hate asking for help.” Loki Laufeyson= @ladybugsfanfics

“Are you hitting on me?” Bucky= @darkphoenixrisingwrites

“Babe, where is my...oh...you look better in it anyway.” Mysterio= @lokis-scepter-101

“Sweets, are you drunk?” Bucky= @bells-writes Chris Evans= @time-travel-bouqet

“Please be more careful love, you’re too clumsy.”: Sebastian Stan= @barney-james

“Did I buy a convertible last night?” Tony Stark= @my-capsicle-is-melting

”You fainted right into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Chris Evans= @your-imagines

”You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Bucky= @fichoe21

”Look at me—just breathe, okay?” Bucky= @xbuchananbarnes

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Bucky= @gigglygwil

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“Do that again, I dare you” Sebastian Stan= @sebssssthighssss

“Sit on my lap” Bucky Barnes= @wordywarriorwrites

“I feel like I’m sweating my ass off”

Concept prompts

Reader works for a tattoo parlor and Character wants them to design their first tattoo.

Character is scared of the thunder and Reader tries to calm them down during an particulary heavy strom. Bucky = @beautyisthemoon93

Reader having to help Character undress after an injury. : Sam Wilson = @ironmandeficiency Mysterio= @whistlingwillows

Character makes an unexpected toast in honor of Reader.

Character and Reader are neighbors, and Reader keeps waking Character up by setting a really loud alarm in the middle of the night. Why they do this is up to you. Steve Rogers= @kayla-kaboo

Reader and Character wearing matching Halloween costumes or ugly Christmas sweaters. Or any matching outfits. Pietro maximoff= @ravennawritesfanfiction

A friend drawing on Character and Reader's faces when they sleep. They wake up to see each other faces covered in silly doodles.

Reader and Character go on a camping trip. Reader forgets to bring a sleeping bag, so they have to squeeze into Character's sleeping bag with them. : Bucky = @gigglygwil Tom Holland= @fanatic1997

Reader getting shy about being naked in front of Character for the first time.

Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrist or somewhere and while Reader has an absolutely unhelpful 'hey' written on them, Character has something very unique and weird. : Bucky = @the-omni-princess Natasha Romanoff= @thebookwormslytherin

Reader is a famous theatre actor/dancer/singer. Character is their fan. They always cheer really loud for Reader, and Reader goes up to them one day after a show, either out of annoyance or worry for the other's vocal chords. Tony= @ironmandeficiency

Reader and Character sharing soft kisses, lips barely touching, just chaste little things that leave both parties irrationally breathless. Carol Danvers= @ladybugsfanfics Sebastian Stan= @shxrirogers

Reader and Character struggling to find each other in a crowded place. Fortunately, Reader knows just the thing.: bucky= @mareli-carter

Reader reading in bed while Character rests their head on Reader's shoulder, sleeping. Bucky= @kentuckybarnes peter parker= @bitchassbucky

Character posts a picture of Reader somewhere and it becomes a meme.

Au prompts

Dectective AU

Neighbor AU: Bucky= @sugarfreecapsicle

Singer AU

Librarian AU: Bruce Banner= @magnitude101999

Nurse/ Doctor AU: Bucky= @buckybarnes-xyou Steve Rogers = @lxnarholland

Biker AU: Bucky= @thefvcker-tucker

Parent AU (one character has a child or both): Bucky= @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Baker AU

Coffee shop AU: Sebastian Stan = @barney-james

High School AU: Bucky= @friday-ocean

Professor AU- Steve Rogers= @xbuchananbarnes

#marvel writing challenge #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sebastian stan #tom holland #peter parker #marvel #marvel one shot #marvel request #mcu #mch one shot #buckygrantbarnes writing challenge #writing challenge

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leeknowsintrusivethots · 6 years ago

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Take a Deeper Look - Pt 6 (FINALE)

{Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | FINALE}

Pairing: Jay Park/You, Simon D/You

Summary: AOMG’s newest producer has a lot to deal with including a flighty CEO who doesn’t understand the concept of “personal space” and feelings for yet another CEO who is so far beyond her reach she doesn’t even think she has a chance.

Content: Some angst, some fluff, and sjhgdjshagkdjhsa

Word Count: 4,242

Notes: Thank you, really for any and everyone who has stuck around for this story. Ya’ll have been great and more Jay is almost a sure thing in the future.

All it took was one night for everything to crash and burn. Just one night for all of your actions to come hurling back at you armed with torches and pitchforks. You should have known better. You should have been prepared for life to throw all the hard knocks at you in one fell swoop, because when did life ever go according to plan?

You shouldn't have let Kiseok in. You should have never even spared Jay a second glance. Life was better when you kept your distance. Life was more simple when you kept people out of your carefully constructed peace.

Your lips tingled, a lingering reminder of Kiseok. You could almost still feel Jay's hand wrapped around your wrist. The look of utter confusion and anger on his face had your head pounding. Thinking about both situations together had your eyes stinging with the threat of tears. What hurt the most thought was what Jay had said.

He hadn't been wrong: Kiseok would never leave Soori. He was a good man - an honorable man. He was the type of guy you took home to meet the parents. He was the type you wore ugly sweaters with as you baked Christmas cookies. He wasn't the type who went out and kissed other girls while he already had one...

But that is exactly what he did.

It was ridiculous, but that hurt you more than anything. He was supposed to be loyal. He was supposed to be the one who didn't disappoint you.

But you had wanted it too, an annoying voice in your head taunted. You wanted nothing better than to shove that voice down the flight of stairs you were dredging up to get to your apartment. On this particular night, there would be no room for rational thought. You just wanted to wallow, and that is what you had every intention of doing until the smell of fruit had your guard on high alert.

"Y/N!” Life was apparently not done shitting on your grave quite yet. You turned at the top of stairs to see Soori in all of her glory hurrying up the steps with a flush to her cheeks.

Your tears threatened yet again to spill over as a wave of anxiety hit you. What if she had saw you and Kiseok? She did look rather frazzled. A few strands of her usually flawless hair stuck out haphazardly from her head and her eyes seemed... sad?

You couldn’t deal with this. You wouldn’t deal with this. You immediately turned tail as fast as you could and shot down the hall for your apartment door. You had a few drinks earlier at the album release party, but you weren’t drunk. It was enough however to make you a little less coordinated than you usually were. You fumbled at the door with your keys as you heard and smelled Soori coming for you.

“Wait, Y/N!” She puffed. Clearly Soori was even less of an athlete than you.

You ignored her and eventually got your lock to click open just in the nick of time. She was reaching for you just as you slammed the door in her face. With as much vigor as you could manage you turned the lock securely behind you.

“I need to talk to you,” Soori yelled from the other side of the door. You shook your head, willing her to just walk away. You didn’t need Norma Bates making a skin suit out of you for kissing her boyfriend. You just wanted some quiet. Some time to mope about how horrible the night had been.

“I heard...” Her voice was quieter this time, but still loud enough for you to hear through the door. “I heard you and Jay.”

It wasn't Kiseok. It was Jay: the one who got under your skin, the one with a smirk that set your blood on fire, the one who could make you laugh, the one who slipped past your defenses without you any the wiser. That didn’t make any sense. What did Soori care about you and Jay?

"I know you don't think a lot of me," Soori continued. Her voice was equal parts resigned and melancholy. You couldn't ignore the guilt that had sprung to life in your gut. "But I'm not stupid. I listen, and I see. Ever since I've known Kiseok I have watched you two tog-"

"Soori-" you attemped to cut her off. You didn't want to go there. You just wanted to let it go. You wanted to live to be miserable another day.

"No, Y/N, let me finish. I need to get this out there," she cut you off with a conviction in her voice you didn't think she had in her. "I see the way he looks at you. I see the way you look at him. I see how comfortable you are around each other, and I know for a fact it takes a lot for either of you to let someone in to that extent. You're two of the most hard to get to know people I have ever met." There was fondness intermingling with the sadness in her voice. You're heart let a pang that had you clutching at the wood of your door as you fought the urge to swing it open to do something - anything.

"I should have known better. He doesn't love me, and if he ever does it will be a long time coming because he loves you Y/N. He loves you just like I know you love him." You could hear the telltale crack of tears in her words. Your entire body was slouching against the door at this point to keep your own from leaking over.

"He knows about Jay." At that you couldn't stop the flood. The first tear started a slow creep down to your chin as you attempted to wipe it away furiously with your hand. "We all know. You two aren't very good at hiding things." A soft yet sad laugh followed her statement. You simply sunk to the floor. Your hand pressed so hard against the door that your fingers were turning colors as silent tears continued to streak across your cheeks.

"What Jay said to you... He only said it because he's jealous. I could see that too," she paused, as if considering what she said very carefully. "You need to decide. Please decide. Even if it's Kiseok, I just want him to be happy. I'll be sad, mad even, but I could get over it."

"And if it's not Kiseok?" You asked in a sob. Your silent tears were fastly transforming into the ugly variety.

"Then maybe he could come to love me?" The hope in her voice broke you. You doubled over in tears as regret and shame slammed into you like a freight train. Soori didn't deserve all of the shit you had thrown at her. She truly was a good person, a much better person than you had been recently.

"I'm sorry, Soori. I'm sorry!" You wailed at the door. You were met with silence. It was a silence that not but a few seconds ago you were craving, but now it was unbearable.

It had been a miserable week. Over the time since the party you had done nothing but contemplate. You thought of your actions that had led to this point. You thought of your unfair judgment on Soori. At the foreground of it all was the decision you now had to make: Jay or Kiseok?

Your fingers glided over the velvety petals of the roses on your desk. They were a classic red and freshly cut and delivered. The little card attached said in messy scrawl "I'm sorry - Jay." Along with the flowers had come a brand new custom laptop. It was in your favorite colors and already had all the mixing software you needed installed along with enough power in it's sleek design to handle everything you threw at it.

Jay hadn't taken to you avoiding him very well after the events of his album release. The first day had been the worst. He had called you at least a dozen times and you were pretty sure he had attempted to storm your apartment when you had been out getting coffee if the way your neighbor had freaked out was any indication. Returning to work almost won out when he attempted to accost you in the hallway on your way into the building. Thankfully some investors had just arrived to occupy his time.

Actually, the investors had been your godsend. They were in town all week to go over business charts and profits with AOMG’s two CEO’s. Jay had been so busy making sure everything was going according to plan that he hadn’t had time to harass you since other than the two gifts that had greeted you when you arrived at the office that morning. They were also keeping Kiseok preoccupied but you hadn’t really had to worry about him in the first place. It was the day after the party that he texted you a few choice words that really had your heart singing, “I’ll give you space.”

That was the thing about Kiseok: he knew you. He knew what made you tick. He knew what frustrated you and thanks to that he would never push you or pry. He knew how to make you feel safe and comfortable without even really trying. That was just Kiseok. He was a brilliant musician and heartfelt man underneath his stoic exterior.

You closed your eyes in exasperation and slumped further into your desk chair. How could you make a choice between the two? They were polar opposites of each other and yet they both had their own charm. They both had somehow managed to get into your carefully constructed walls. Kiseok had kindly and carefully climbed over while Jay had just barreled right through the damned things.

You grabbed the cup of coffee sitting on your desk in a huff and downed the rest of the cooling liquid left in the cup as you thought about your options for the fifty-thousandth time. What if you didn’t choose either of them? What if you just went your separate ways and pretended like none of this had ever happened? The only problem with that was you highly doubted Jay would let it go, and Kiseok had been kind enough to let you have space to think but even he would eventually come demanding answers. If you took that route you would have to leave AOMG. That sounded a bit drastic even to you.

A knock at your door had you sitting upright and attempting to straighten your desk to the best of you abilities before someone came in and seen you at your worst. You pushed Jay’s flowers into a corner and tossed the litter you had made with empty Styrofoam coffee cups into the bin beside your desk.

“Come in!” you called as you quickly opened up the new laptop so you could at least look like you had been doing something productive.

The door opened to reveal a very nervous looking Hyukwoo. He took a tentative step into your office with a nervous rub to the back of his head. You propped your elbow on your desk and rested your chin on your palm as you cocked an eyebrow quizzically at him. Something had Hyukwoo on edge. What? You didn't know but he was clearly a nervous wreck.

"Ah-" he started. Yet again he rubbed the back of his head anxiously. "Jay's out with the investors. He isn't going to make it back today so he asked..."

"He asked what Hyukwoo?" You narrowed your eyes at him as understanding dawned. After threatening the poor guy to be quiet about the two of you Jay was now dragging him right back into the center of it all.

"He asked if you could drop this off at his place when you leave tonight." He dropped a folder onto your desk in a quick motion before retreating from your office like a whipped dog. You scowled as your door slammed shut behind him, and scowled even more when your eyes fell to the offending folder.

It was just another of Jay's tricks. He wasn't so busy that he couldn't drop in and get it himself. Even if he was, AOMG had actual receptionists and assistants whose entire purpose was to take care of things like this. He just wanted you to see him.

For the umpteenth time in the last week you closed your eyes in a frustrated confusion. Going to Jay's would no doubt be a bad idea. He would smile and make some stupid joke or he would give you that smirk and then he would make you forget all about anything other than how good he could make you feel. Your body immediately heated up at that thought. Never had you expected that a week would have you missing the way he laughed. You missed the way he smelled, the way he felt inside of you, and the way he always wanted you to think he was in control when you unraveled him just as he did you.

You shifted in your chair in attempt to clear the heat in your body that just thinking of him caused. There was no use in denying it. You were attracted to Park Jaebum, but was attraction a good basis for a relationship? You didn't really think so but as you thought harder you realized something: Jay had also become your friend.

You laughed and joked with him. You two teased each other relentlessly. You knew everything about him from his favorite cereal to the fact that he snored in his sleep. They were little things, but small things were often the most important.

"No! Y/N! No!" You scolded yourself aloud. That line of thinking was dangerous. Your relationship with Jay was simply a friends with benefits ordeal. Nothing more and nothing less. That's what he had wanted all along right? Or was it something else?

You tried your damnedest to avoid having to stop by Jay's place. You had asked every single assistant in the building if they could take the papers for you, but of course they had all declined. You wondered if Jay had somehow orchestrated that every single person in the building would be too busy to do it so you would have to. You really wouldn't put it past him. Tenacious was an understatement when it came to him.

You left AOMG in a tizzy. Your brain was going ninety miles a minute - conjuring up all the crazy scenarios that could take place when you arrived at his apartment. Best case? He wouldn't even be home and you could just leave the folder with his doorman. Worse case? He would be there and he would use every tool at his disposal to make you forgive him.

That begged another question: were you even really mad? He had said some pretty harsh things to you - things that may have held an inkling of truth but harsh nevertheless. The only thing was is that you didn't feel mad. Your experience in dealing with relationships in general was minimal but with relationships like you and Jay had was non existent. Had he just been hurt? Was it really the way Soori had said? We all say things we don’t mean when we are wounded.

It didn't take long for your inner rambling to lead you right to Jay's apartment door. The doorman had sent you right on up so you assumed he was just that familiar with you at this point or Jay was definitely home. That debate was put to rest the second the door swung open and there he stood.

He was decked in a silky golden robe that hung open at the front to reveal the tattoos on his chest that you were so fond of. A pair of jog pants hung loosely on hips and gave you a nice view of the prominent 'v' that dipped down into the band and out of view. On anyone else, the ensemble would have looked ridiculous, but on Jay it spoke of high fashion and sex appeal. In all honesty the man could probably pull off any of the ridiculous outfits that graced the catwalks nowadays.

Suddenly unsure of yourself, you felt very much like it was your first time seeing Jay like this. Your cheeks flushed and heat rushed to every inch of your body. You turned your eyes to the ground in your best effort to avoid looking at him at all and thrust the folder in your hand in his general direction. You have no idea how long you stayed like that - head bent in embarrassment and occupied hand extended to him - but the folder never left your hand nor did he utter a single word. Finally you chanced a glance at him.

His eyes were boring into you - intense in their darkness and level gaze. Your embarrassment immediately went up tenfold and once again you attempted to divert your gaze. Jay wasn't having it. With a gentle touch that shocked your senses and had you reeling, he lifted your chin with a single hand so once again you were staring into the uncertain depths of his eyes.

"What are we doing, Y/N?" He asked in a raspy and maybe even unsure tone. The question was loaded and one you two had never actually addressed head on like this. You didn't know how to answer because you simply didn't know. You were in uncharted territory and felt more lost in that moment than you had in a life time.

Evasive maneuvers were all you could think of and you backed away until you were almost on the other side of the hall. Jays hand fell lamely back to his side and you summoned up all the irritation you could manage and leveled it all in a narrowed gaze on him. Being a safe space away from him was a shield you could use. Anger was a weapon that would keep him at bay.

"You didn't really even need this did you?" You waved the folder through the air and rolled your eyes in exasperation. "Please do tell how you managed to get the entire building to be busy on the same day?"

"I own it. That's how." He smiled in that cocky boyish way, and your heart upped the ante. It softened even as it pounded against your chest. No. You weren't mad at Jay. You had a feeling you never truly could be. He irritated you and got under your skin, but you couldn't be genuinely mad.

"That's an abuse of power." You couldn't help your own sheepish smile.

"I-" Jay interrupted the moment. Suddenly all traces of humor were gone and his cockiness had depleted with it. He now seemed unsure, which was entirely out of character. "I didn't mean what I said."

He took a tentative step towards you. You didn't back away. You let him even as the first step turned into a few you stayed rooted to the floor. He was just a few inches from you now. You could smell the light scent of his cologne and feel the warmth radiating from his body. You felt yourself leaning towards him without even thinking of it it.

His hand was once again on you. It traced the shell of your ear and moved along to run the length of your jaw. You shivered at the touch and leaned even further into him. He watched your reaction the entire time and at your receptiveness his eyes and face softened.

"What are we doing?" There was that question again. You bit your lip in uncertainty. You still didn't know. Maybe you never would know, but you did realize that things felt too good with Jay just to be a fluke. His familiar touch soothed all the tension from the past week right out of you. It felt right. He felt right.

"You tell me," you finally answered after a moment of contemplation where his hand never left you. You took comfort in that as you laid yourself out there for him to take the lead. You had never made yourself this vulnerable to anyone before, but you knew you had just made up your mind.

It was Jay. Maybe it always was him, but you had just never given it enough thought. The way he had always teased you. The way he always had the ability to get to you even if it was just to get on your nerves. Somewhere along the way he had come to be more than just Jay Park, the annoyingly conceited and irritating CEO you worked under. He had become your friend and your lover. He had become one of the few people you let down your guard with.

"I hated seeing him touch you," Jay confessed. It wasn't an answer, but it was something. "I just... I want you."

His last words were almost a growl. You felt it all the way down to your toes. Uncertainty still lingered as you closed the small distance between your bodies and pressed yourself firmly against him. The papers from the folder were now fluttering to the floor as you reveled in how good he fit against you before pressing your lips to his. He groaned against your lips, and before you knew it your back was against the hallway wall. Your lips parted in a gasp and Jay took the opportunity as an invitation to slide his tongue against yours.

His hands were gripping your hips and yours were threading through his dark hair. You curled the hair at the nape of his neck around your finger absently as you kissed him back with all the greed of a woman starved. Make no mistake- you had been starved. A week without Jay was the worst and most uncertain time of your life.

Your body was working against you as your hands slipped in between the two of you. With a quick neediness that had you clumsy, you fumbled with the front of his jeans as you attempted to locate his zipper. You didn't care that you were in the hallway where anyone could see you. All you cared about was that Jay was here, right in front of you, and he wanted you.

An almost pained grunt left his perfect lips as he pulled his mouth from yours. His eyes were dark and hooded even as he grabbed your hand to halt your search. You looked at him questioningly, the fear of rejection etched plainly on your face. You wouldn't be able to handle it if you had put yourself on the line like this only for him to reject you.

"This isn't what I meant." His voice had that rasp to it that always sent the blood straight down to your core, but his words had you confused and your hand shook in his anxiously.

"I mean I do want you like this", he rectified as if he noticed your distress. His free hand traced your swollen lips in the barest of touches. His eyes were mischievous and bright as he gave you his signature smirk. "I like having you under me, but I want you beside me too."

"Beside you?" You questioned. Your body was still hot, the mention of being under him making it all the worse. It was no surprise that your brain was taking a moment to process.

"Yes. I want you beside me whereever the fuck I am. I want you beside me at all of the stupid industry parties I have to attend. I want you beside me when I'm at dinner. I want you beside me at night when I'm sleeping. I want all of you, even that god awful attitude of yours." He gazed at you with fondness and your heart swelled as his words registered. He did want you. Everything about you, he wanted.

"I want all of that too", you hurried with certainly. His lips were on you again the second the words were out of your mouth, but this time he was pulling you into his apartment door. His mouth never left yours. It was hot, hungry and greedy all rolled into one and it was a feeling you were living for.

This was it. It was what you wanted. You were sure of it now and all it had taken was a deeper look at yourself, Jay, Kiseok, and Soori.

It was months later and towards the winter holidays when you attended the wedding of two of your best friends. Soori was a goddess in a long form fitting white dress that was trimmed in silver. You stood off to her side as her Maid of Honor. Across from you stood Kiseok and Jay. They were both dressed to the nines in form fitting luxury tuxes. Kiseok looked at his bride with all the adoration of a man in love, and Jay, his best man, was looking at you in exactly the same way.

Norma Bates had been on to something after all.

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How to Attract a Sea Bear

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Author’s Note: 1. Play the clarinet badly 2. Wave a flashlight back and forth really fast (flashlights are their natural prey) 3. Stomp on the ground (they take it as a challenge) 4. Eat cubed cheese – sliced is safe 5. Wear a sombrero in a goofy fashion 6. Wear clown shoes 7. Wear a hoop skirt 8. Screech like a chimpanzee 9. Run (makes them attack again) 10. Limp (worse than running) 11. Crawl (worse than limping)

Word Count: 6k

But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now forever and ever.”

― A.A. Milne, Now We Are Six

Up until Luke, there were two types of people in the world. Those who were family (the ones who had to love you unconditionally no matter how many walls you scribbled Patrick Star on) and those who were your classmates. Close friends weren’t in the picture yet. Though public school had been going on for nearly two years now, you were perfectly content with keeping to yourself in the back of the classroom. A sheet of paper and a crayon were enough to keep you happy.

And then, Luke Hemmings had to come and ruin it all.

It was his first day of school after moving to town, and he decided to waltz right up to you and compliment your drawing of the Krusty Krab. If you had kept your mouth shut, you weren’t sure what would have happened. Maybe he would have kept bothering you. But instead, you said “thank you”, and he sat down right at your table while you went on about his funny accent. The other kids stared, of course. You never talked to anyone! Not even the teacher.

When you asked your parents if you could have Luke over for a playdate, they nearly cried. You took the time to introduce him to all of your toys, and he listened. And he was willing to play with them! No one could believe it. Of all of the people on the earth to become your first best friend, they were thrilled to know that it was the nicest one possible.

Slumber parties were common, mostly so the two of you could watch cartoons together the next morning with Eggo waffles or Lucky Charms. Couches became forts while your parents tried their best not to think of the future potential the friendship could have. It was hard not to hope for their child to love someone as wonderful as Luke was to you.

First years became second years, then third to fourth, and nothing changed between the two of you. You couldn’t imagine it ever changing. Not at all.

“He was thirteen that year, the age when children splinter off and abandon the old loves.” ― Mark Costello

“If you don’t change the channel, I’ll sit on your face and suffocate you.”

“Thank god you said you’d kill me, otherwise that doesn’t sound like much of a threat.”

Luke had been in this situation with you a million times. Your place or his– he was used to constant back-and-forth banter. If there was no banter, then the two of you were most likely not together. The friendship of crude humor and gross farts had only just entered teendom, though Luke couldn’t imagine a thing would change. He knew you didn’t have cooties, and vice versa (he hoped). It didn’t matter. The seven-years-in-the-making friendship meant more than the jokes of scrawny preteens.

“I give you four seconds,” he said.

“Why four?”

“Three... two...”

“That’s a dumb– “

“One!” Luke pounced on you, his arms darting to taser your sides as you screamed and squirmed. Meanwhile, the two capri-suns had fallen to the hardwood with a small splat. “Stop screeching like a damn chimp,” he hissed, but he couldn’t hold in his laughter. “Sea bears don’t like that.”

“Don’t– “ You gasped for air, and finally, you were able to kick him off of you. The remote had dropped down to the floor beside the leaking drink pouches. “Don’t care. I’ll screech like a damn chimp if I wanna.”

“Your mum’s gonna hate that you swore.”

“Your mum is gonna hate that you swore.” You glanced down to the fallen heroes beside you. “You owe me a new Roarin’ Waters.”

“Only if you put on Spongebob.”

“Fine.”

Things were as simple as that. Luke never had to worry about upsetting you, nor you with him, and it all narrowed down to the similar personalities that had developed throughout the past three years. If Luke didn’t have you, he wouldn’t know who he would be.

He had a premonition– a hopeful tug at his heart when he thought what was to come between the two of you. Maybe it had been this way all along. Every side glance or puckered expression made sense in his mind. The humor the two of you shared was unlike any other, and he simply couldn’t fathom the possibility that someone else out there would one day share it with you as well. Luke had never considered himself a jealous person until the few times at your locker or during lunch when he wasn’t the only one in your world.

How could he have let himself get this attached to someone? It would take him years to know.

“Did I think he was “the one?” I’ll never know. At sixteen, everyone is “the one.”

― K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths

It was a rare occurrence for you to keep a secret from Luke. You told him about your celebrity crushes and your desire to write fanfiction (there were minor judgments on his part). You told him about the darker sides to your parents’ divorce, and you always opened up to him about whatever insecurity was going through your mind. However, when your friend Hailey asked you who you though the hottest guy in school was, you knew you would never be able to let him know that you had said his name.

It was the age of formals and sappy first dates, though you still felt too young to understand the complexity of relationships. While everyone else was exploring new ways to make-out, you were too busy trying to get comfortable with yourself. Tight jeans, flannel shirts, and skater shoes were the keys to unlocking the ultimate prize when it came to high school. And Luke, well, the ultimate prize had won him.

You became the way to his heart. In order to get to him, everyone had to get through you. At first, being the gatekeeper didn’t seem all that bad. You controlled who was worthy. If they had done a few sketchy things within the past year, then Luke – through your words – just so happened to not have feelings for them.

As the year went on, more people were turned away, and things became, well, weird. Truth be told, every single person who went to you to seek out Luke was told he, unfortunately, was not interested in them, even if it wasn’t true. You were speaking through jealousy, not facts, and you never figured he would catch on.

So, when he did, naturally, it blew up in your face.

“Did you actually tell Marissa McKee that I didn’t like her?”

The walk home had been silent for quite some time. You could tell his outburst had been building ever since school let out.

“Like, what the actual fuck, Y/N?”

You huffed, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your fluffy sweatshirt. “H-how was I supposed t’know that you liked her?”

Luke chuckled dryly. “Jesus. I told you two weeks ago! You’re supposed to know because we’re best friends. Best friends know that shit. Best friends don’t tell the person their friend likes that they don’t like them back.”

“’m sorry.”

“How could you not know?” he continued. “Like– Jesus.”

You couldn’t figure out what else to say, and neither could Luke. The two of you parted ways a moment later once you turned on his block, and then it was only another neighborhood over in order to get to your place.

It wasn’t rocket science, but you couldn’t figure it out at the time. All you knew was that it possibly had something to do with calling him the hottest guy in school, but you left it at that.

“I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.”

― Mary Balogh, Simply Perfect

“Don’t eat that,” Luke said, voice rushed as his hand jumped to grasp yours. He had a point about his itchy sweater; the red, wool material scratched your skin, albeit barely grazing it. “Do you want to attract a sea bear? ‘m not a big fan of having to clean up blood from my mum’s carpets.”

You tried to keep a straight face as you lifted the cubed cheese off of the tray despite Luke’s request. “The final touch,” you mumbled and set a bland cracker just under the Swiss cube.

His eyes widened. “You’re a dumbass. A real, lactose-intolerant dumbass.”

“Shut up,” you replied with a smirk. But the cubed cheese wasn’t as good as you were hoping it would be.

The Hemmings Christmas parties carved the path for your favorite time of year. Somehow, the snow knew when to fall as ugly sweaters gathered in the living room you used to watch Teen Titans in. Cocktails and hors-d'oeuvres were served on platters, and children danced around legs longer than their own height. And the decorations... sometimes, you had no words. Everything had a place, and everything had a purpose.

This year, your nerves were on high alert. In years past, you and Luke would spend the majority of the night by each other’s side, making snide comments or talking “grown up” with other adults. His girlfriend came into the picture months ago. Nevertheless, she was invited, and she was late. You didn’t know what to do once she got here.

Luke’s nerves were also on high alert. It was the first time Lara was meeting his family, and her lack of punctuality was already not making a great impression. The funny part of it all was the fact that cared more about your impression overall. He needed your approval, whether he wanted to believe it or not. You were the only person who knew him better than he did.

The air stiffened when Lara walked in. Luke didn’t know why he noticed it, but he had, and maybe it was because he knew you better than you knew yourself as well. He could sense every dropped composure or change in expression. He convinced himself it was the twelve years of friendship that caused him to read you so intently. But he couldn’t let all of this bother him.

He hardly saw you throughout the next few hours of the night. And then, it was charades time.

“Ready to have your ass kicked for the fifth year in a row, Lukey?” you said with a smile so sweet it could melt anyone with eyes into a sugary puddle.

Luke shrugged, and his shoulders itched with the movement of his sweater. “Can you even reach my ass?”

“I have my secrets.” You plopped down into the chair across from him and began scribbling down ideas onto tiny slips of paper.

“A secret to reaching my ass? That sounds– “

“Hey, shut it,” said Liz, but she had cracked a smile. “Let’s get on with the game.”

You prided yourself in being the ultimate charades actor. Luke, on the other hand, could hardly figure out how to act out Ghostbusters. But, like you had a secret to reaching his ass, he had a secret to stumping you and your team. It was a miracle it even worked.

“Shit,” you muttered, reading the slip of paper in between your small fingers. Your eyes met his and immediately hardened into a glare. “Die.”

Luke burst into a small fit of laughter, and he hardly felt Lara’s grip on his hand loosen as he focused all of his attention onto you. With a sigh, you held up six fingers.

“Six words,” said his uncle. “Shit, really?”

You rolled your eyes before bringing your hands in front of you to begin acting. You tried your best to look as though you were playing clarinet, though a few other instruments had been shouted out as you kept going. A moment later, you were stomping and holding up the tray of cubed cheese while pounding on your chest like a damn chimp. Luke made sure he took a mental picture of this. He could never forget this moment.

“Time’s up,” Liz yelled through the loud chatter. “What the actual hell was that?”

You narrowed your eyes at your blond best friend and spat, “how to attract a fucking sea bear,” before running over to his spot on the couch to tackle him. His chest hurt from the laughter booming from his lungs, and he could hardly feel his face aside from the occasional burning of his cheeks.

Someone mumbled “that’s seven words”, but neither of you could hear as he attempted to push you off of him. Luke’s senses were overwhelmed. The loud laughing and shouting of the small yet crowded room, plus you being practically on top of his lap at the same time, were sending his brain into some euphoric state.

And somehow, he knew it would all come crashing down.

Lara took him aside moments later. “If you want to keep me around– “

Luke didn’t like where this was going.

“–you will keep your hands off of Y/N.”

Luke didn’t know how to say no.

“Everyone, at nineteen, is dumb and beautiful in equal parts...”

― Raphael Kadushin

need iced coffee rn

wanna come?

Luke had his comforter pushed up to his nose. Being home for the holidays meant feet dangling off of childhood beds, his mother’s infamous casseroles, and best of all, plenty of time to spend with you. He rubbed his tired eyes before slowly sitting up to answer your text.

You buying?

He replied and sighed, rubbing his neck and pushing his weight out of the twin-sized bed. The small murmur of chatter from the kitchen filled his ears, and if he was honest, he didn’t want to join the conversation. All Luke wanted was a long drive with you.

like hell

i’m drivin bitch

gimme gas $$

Luke chuckled at your response as he dug through his bottom drawer for a thin sweatshirt.

Fine I’m in

The next few minutes were filled with wandering around the small (and quite dirty) confines of his carpeted bedroom and humming along to whatever song popped into his sleepy brain. Your car was in the driveway before he realized, and soon, the familiar obnoxious honking bounced around the four walls.

“Luke, tell Y/N to shut the hell up!” shouted Liz from the kitchen, but it was all fun.

He let out another laugh before rushing into the living room and out of the house with a squeaky “g’bye”. You continued honking even when he clambered into the passenger seat, and a part of him wanted to let you keep going. You were smiling so damn big.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, hitting your hand away from the steering wheel. “Liz was seconds away from beating you up.”

“Tell her I want that,” you replied before pressing resume on whatever song had been playing on your phone. “If Liz can take me in a fight, then I don’t need goals. Like, I’m set for life after that.”

“Oh, but fighting me is just second nature?”

You shrugged as you began backing out of the driveway. “Yeah, I mean, you’re weak, so...”

“Fuck you.”

“Bet ya wish ya could.”

“I– “ Luke didn’t have a comeback, so he cut himself off.

You gasped. “Does that mean you actually want to fuck me?”

“No!” he exclaimed, his voice jumping up to a much higher octave (which usually occurred whenever he had to defend himself... it was either that, or he was lying).

You giggled, like you usually did when pressing his buttons, and then turned the music up.

Luke hadn’t thought much about sex without anyone else since breaking things off with Lara many months ago. It was tragic but true. No one consumed his mind; he hardly had the time to focus on fancying anyone. He knew how to satisfy himself enough, though Luke couldn’t help but wonder if he was broken. The thought only overwhelmed his mind for a split moment– your poor dancing to the Jonas Brothers distracted him meanwhile.

And then, he was thinking about you.

No, he hadn’t thought about fucking you. For the majority of his life, you felt like family. Hell, you were treated exactly like family. Somehow, along those lines, he still recognized the fact that you were special to him and only him. Years ago, he would have thought it weird to think about you in bed. He still thought it weird, but the more it washed over him, the less acidic the idea tasted on his tongue.

Luke could force the feelings away if he truly wanted to. He could forget he ever spent a moment thinking about you in this way. But instead, he grabbed your dainty hand, wedging his own fingers in between yours before slipping back into the new future his brain was conjuring up for him.

Most of all, you would have no idea that his skin flushed at the thought of spending an evening with you.

“He was twenty. I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing.”

― Laurell K. Hamilton, Circus of the Damned

His hands held the desire to crush the two plastic cups in his drunken grip. If he focused hard enough, he would trample the toes of ditzy dancers, their hips knocking hard into his path. Instead, his eyes were trained on you. You, with the curve of your neck aimed towards a taller man, were too busy to notice your best friend.

The contents of the one red cup spilled over his angry knuckles. Luke hardly noticed the sharp sensation of plastic digging into his skin until the alcohol hit the feet of innocent bystanders. There were loud yelps and threats, but he didn’t hear a single one. He envisioned the smoke streaming from his ears the moment you leaned into the man whose hand traced circles onto your waist.

Luke locked himself in the bathroom. The white-tiled room proved itself to be more interesting than the crowded college party he originally invited you to. There were pictures of city skylines and prints of surrealist paintings, but he couldn’t stay concentrated on one thing long enough before he lost himself in the thought of that man’s hands on you. Luke could have stopped it if he had the mental strength. But truth be told, he preferred feeling pathetic over disappointing you.

He had managed to get comfortable on the small fuzzy rug in front of the sink. His black t-shirt was covered in some alcoholic drink, and he assumed it had been yours before his fingers did the deed of crushing the solo cup to death. This jealousy had sprung up out of nowhere. If he hadn’t invited you over in the first place, he would have never experienced someone captivating your attention like he was so used to doing himself.

An hour of “occupied” and “someone’s in here” passed by slowly, and Luke spent the entire time checking his phone for texts from you. The same wallpaper of your face photoshopped onto Squidward greeted him every time. It reminded him of when a friend or stranger would ask who you were, and he would spend close to ten minutes trying to convince them that, no, he was not dating you. By that point, he’d rather say yes. He had enough knowledge of you to convince them.

someone said some blond has b een pukig his guts out in trhe bathrom for lik an hour now????

is that u??

are u ok

canm i c ome pee

Luke sighed. At least you had texted him.

Yeah, but I’m not puking

Pls join me

He sighed, resting his head against the wooden cabinet behind him as the sounds of the party echoed in his aching head.

hm ok ;;)

“Knock, knock!” you shouted from outside of the door. “You better be naked.” A few giggles left your lips, and if Luke had been any drunker, his entire body would have burst into flames.

“Comin’,” he mumbled as he lifted himself up gradually. His knees cracked as they bent, and it took most of his energy to not keel over into the porcelain bathtub before him.

You were grinning as he opened the door, your body immediately falling into his chest before closing the door behind you. “Comin’, huh?” you questioned, gripping tightly onto his waist. “Thinkin’ ‘bout me as you came?”

Luke peeled you off of him. His eyes were wide as he asked, “how many drinks have ya had?”

You held up four fingers, or maybe it was five. Or maybe three. Luke couldn’t tell– he didn’t care. You dragged down your pants a moment later.

“W-wh– what are you doing?”

“Goin’ pee,” you replied before sitting yourself down onto the toilet.

Luke sighed again as he turned away from you. This whole night was a terrible decision.

“What are you doin’?” you asked him. Your voice was still light and slurred, but you sounded happy. It was hard for Luke to comprehend the emotions surrounding him at the moment.

“Givin’ you privacy.”

You snorted. “Okay. Fourteen years of like, no privacy at all, and now you decide to give me privacy?”

He tried to focus on the sounds of the party as you spoke. “Mhm.”

There was a loud flush. “So, what’s up your butt t’night baby boo? Why’d ya lock yourself in here?” The sound of rushing water filled the small space, so he turned to face you once more.

Luke shrugged. He had no way of telling you about the jealousy that coursed through his veins at the sight of you pressed against another man. He had no way of communicating the fact that this jealousy ran deeper than just friendship.

“Lukey, I can read ya like a book,” you said, plopping down onto the rug he had just spent a whole hour sitting on and waiting for you to text him.

He shook his head. “Jus’, no reason,” he replied, another shrug following.

You quirked an eyebrow up at him in suspicion. You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily. “You locked yourself in the bathroom when you received your first college rejection letter.”

“I promise, I’m fine.”

“You say that, but– “

“Are you having a good time?”

“What?” you asked.

Luke leaned back against the door the moment someone knocked their knuckles against it. “Occupied. I said, are you having a good time?”

“Well, yes, but– “

“Then, that’s all that fucking matters.” Luke wanted nothing more to be in bed with you at the foot as you went off about some dramatic contestant on that evening’s episode of Jeopardy. He didn’t want to be in this position with you.

You stood up, your arms folded tightly across your chest. Your eyebrows were knotted, and your lips were pulled into a frown. “What’s your deal?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled out so low he could hardly hear.

“Lu, what is your deal?”

“That fucking guy!” he shouted. “That guy who had you wrapped around his fucking finger is my deal. Okay? Happy? I’m fuckin’ jealous for some fucking reason. I wanted to punch his fuckin’ smirk off of his fuckin’ face because his fuckin’ hands were– “

“You’re jealous of a guy touching me?” you whispered.

Luke wanted to pay a random buff guy to punch him in the face so he could forget this conversation ever happened. That wouldn’t cause you to forget it, but he could at least convince you that you were going crazy.

He let out a long, shaky exhale before bringing his hands up to his temples. “I fucking guess.”

Your lips were pulled into a deep frown. It was the kind of frown that you wore whenever someone disappointed you, no matter how small the issue. If they couldn’t pick up a candy bar from the store, cue the frown.

“Can– can we go?”

Luke nodded. Both of you had accepted defeat.

“When you are in your twenties, even if you're confused and uncertain about your aims and purposes, you have a strong sense of what life itself is, and of what you in life are, and might become.”

― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

Luke had, once again, pulled out the old red sweater for the annual Hemmings Christmas party. However, this year, no girlfriends were attending alongside him. It was relieving to know he could catch up with you whilst surrounded by the primitive atmosphere of his immediate family. Plus, he already down one beer before the afternoon began. Despite his (very) minor intoxication, he still convinced himself he was seeing things as the sight of hanging greens and white berries tied with a bright red bow caught his eye.

“Mum, what’s this?”

Liz ambled over and grinned. “Mistletoe! Figured we’d start a new tradition.”

“Wh-what?” He would definitely need another beer within the next hour, and the party hadn’t even started. “Why?”

His mother shrugged as she continued going through her decoration checklist. Wreaths were hung, platters were stacked with all sorts of foods, and champagne flutes were delicately placed beside the many bottles of alcohol. The Hemmings family took their Christmas parties seriously. The large fir in the living room had gifts below the lowest boughs for weeks.

“Jus’ need more excuses to kiss Andy,” she replied smugly.

Luke rolled his eyes, and he almost accepted that as her final answer before she continued.

“The whole family decided that it’s about time you and Y/N get together anyway,” she said, and nonchalantly at that. She was stacking the brownies without bothering to look back to see her son’s gaped expression.

“What?”

She hummed.

“Ya can’t be serious, mum!”

“Of course ‘m serious,” she chuckled. “We swore ya’d be together by now.”

Luke sighed. The past few years had changed your relationship, both distance and different feelings combined, but he tried to ignore it as best as he could. He assumed you were doing the same. By this point, there was no way he could deny the nerves that built in his stomach at the thought of being in the same room as you. Something tugged in his heart when it came to you, and it only ever pulled him closer.

The evening came, and it only took about thirty minutes for the aunts, uncles, and cousins to get absolutely smashed. Luke, on the other hand, cradled his second beer until the glass no longer held a touch of cold. You had willingly joined a few of his cousins for a conversation on the couch, while in the dining room, his uncles were yelling political statements that had no reason to be shouted. Luke was left in the kitchen to analyze the foods.

“Okay, I get that like, marriage is a thing, but I don’t wanna talk about that with your cousins,” you said on your way into the kitchen. You had done something new with your hair, and Luke couldn’t stop thinking about how soft it looked against your dark green sweater. “Don’t eat all of the little smokies!” you wailed, crossing your arms. “Ya fuckin’ animal.”

Luke chuckled and tossed his used toothpick into the trash under the sink. Meanwhile, his eyes caught a glimpse of– “your shoes. What are those? Fuckin’ clown shoes.”

Your mouth fell open. “Meanie. I bought these on sale. ‘m sorry they’re too ugly for your Christmas party.”

“Oh, no, I’m not worried about that,” he said with a grin. “’m worried about the... the sea bear.”

You rolled your eyes and started towards the living room. “Fuck you.”

“Bet ya wish you could,” he replied, following suit.

“Literally, I never– “

“Stop right there!” Liz shouted from across the living room. A little over a dozen heads snapped in the direction of you and Luke, and their smiles only widened. For a moment, Luke couldn’t figure it out.

But then, he looked up.

“Shit,” he mumbled, eyeing the mistletoe that hung above the two of you.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes followed his gaze, and once again your mouth fell open slightly.

“If ya don’t kiss, I’ll beat you up,” threatened someone, and their statement was followed by a bunch of kiss chants that sent Luke’s blood boiling.

He wasn’t angry, nor was he upset. He was nervous. Your eyes were still locked on the dainty branches hanging just above his forehead, and Luke didn’t know what to do. Your lips, the lips that he had thought about kissing for years, were pulled into a small pout.

“We don’t have to,” he mumbled, trying his best to smile through the pain of the situation. But he knew it wasn’t a bad pain. The ache was crawling up his chest and into his throat, preventing his voice from tossing out words that didn’t need to be said.

You shrugged, neck twisting to face the family that had practically become your own after all of these years. If this had occurred years ago, would he feel your hesitance the same? “Let’s just please ‘em,” you sighed with a chuckle. “They won’t let us live it down otherwise.”

“Ya sure?”

You nodded, the small smiling growing ever so slightly as your shoulders rose and fell with grace. “No harm in it.”

Luke nodded, too. You were wrong, however, because if nothing changed after this, the harm would come to him.

“So, we just– “

He took a small step forward, touching the tip of his boots to the tip of your clown shoes. Sure, he had been this close to you hundreds of times before, if not closer, but the proximity meant nothing then. It meant nothing when he crawled on top of you to retrieve the remote. It meant nothing when you attacked him after a game of charades. It meant nothing until he finally realized it always meant something.

Luke inhaled sharply, resting his hands on your waist as you gave him another reassuring smile. He truly loved your smile. “S’okay?” he whispered while leaning in and resisting the urge to back away.

You hummed. Your hands had found their way up to his neck, and his skin burned from the touch. Even without the pads of your fingers dancing along the muscles along his throat, his skin would still burn.

He felt as though years had passed by the time you closed the distance, your bottom lip gently nestling in between his. You put an ample amount of pressure into the kiss, careful not to overstep your boundaries, but Luke’s mind took control after that. His fingers dug into your waist as he took the chance to press his lips a little harder against yours. The skin on his cheeks would melt off if either of you took this a bit further. Every nerve in his body had ignited.

And then you let go, and suddenly everything felt cool again. He didn’t like the sensation of your lips leaving his, but he did like the timid smile that stretched across your blushing cheeks. There were cheers from his parents, hoots and hollers from his uncles and aunts, but he could hardly hear a single thing. Luke needed you to know how that kiss made him feel.

“Um,” he mumbled, letting out a cough as he reached for his beer to take a quick swig. Luke glanced over at the clock on the stove before looking back to you. “Grab your coat and meet me outside.” He took off towards his bedroom a moment later.

The shaking in his hands hadn’t subsided by the time he met you outside. Your teeth were chattering, but you looked too damn adorable in your knit hat. He couldn’t believe that he had kissed you. He couldn’t believe that he had kissed you.

“W-what’s up buttercup?” you stuttered with a great big smile. Maybe you hadn’t minded the kiss at all. Nevertheless, it didn’t make the upcoming conversation any easier.

Luke kicked a chunk of snow onto the sidewalk. “Uh.” He winced, brushing his curls back before adjusting the beanie on his head. “Shit, I don’ really know where to start.” He let out a defeated laugh. His hands were already raw despite the fur-lined pockets of his coat. If only he had brought gloves.

You didn’t say anything as the two of you rounded the corner onto the next street over. The street lamps and porch lights lit the path well with the help of the snow as a reflector. Luke believed that, throughout his sixteen years of knowing you, he had shared secrets much deeper than his fondness towards you. None of them proved to be as nerve-wracking as this moment right here.

“Y’know when we were like, sixteen, and you told the girl I liked that I didn’t like her?” he asked, a hot puff of air hitting his cheeks as he exhaled rapidly. Luke gazed over at you and watched your confused expression tighten.

“I-I think so?”

“I wasn’t really that mad.” Luke wanted to reach out for your hand, similar to the times he would do it just to hold onto something.

“Oh, okay.”

“And the time Lara asked me to stop– “

You snorted. “Fucking hated that bitch.”

Luke smirked in response. “Yeah, that really pissed me off. It destroyed me. I dunno why I didn’t realize that I’d pick you over her any day. Fuck, I’d pick you over anyone.”

“Really?”

Despite the conflict arising in his brain, Luke reached out for your hand, and he was relieved when you gladly complied. “Mhm.” He blinked and breathed out a few times to hopefully steady his heart rate. “’nd when I got mad ‘bout that guy at the party a few years ago.”

“Oh, Lu, I told you I hardly remember– “

“But I do,” he said, frowning. “I was so jealous. Like, so fuckin’ jealous. Didn’t know why. Couldn’t even figure it out. And then, it clicked, and suddenly– “

“What clicked?” You stopped walking, your eyes widening, but just barely.

Luke swallowed thickly. “I jus’– I guess I– “ He sighed. “I don’t even know when I noticed but– “

“Luke,” you chuckled, tugging on his hand, “it’s just me.”

He stared at you, noticing how relaxed you seemed in his presence. You were right, it was just you. He nodded and took one more deep breath. “I’m in love with you.”

Your smile faltered, and in that moment, Luke could feel his heart fall to his feet, but the smile soon grew once again. “Y’are?” You bit your lip.

He could feel his lips twitch into a grin as well as he nodded again, his grip on your hand slackened gently. “Yeah,” he whispered.

In one swift movement, you had your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your cold lips to his. Noses bumped, and teeth clashed, but neither of you seemed to care as your embrace tightened. Luke could feel your smile against his chapped cheeks, and he didn’t mind one bit that your toes were on his. He hardly had enough strength to balance the two of you, but if you were to collapse into the snow bank beside the shoveled path, he wouldn’t care one bit.

“Is this– um,” Luke pulled away to look at you. “Does this mean– “

“If you don’t get too bummed over losing charades again for the ninth year in a row, I might just be in love with you, too.”

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pilgrimbenham · 5 years ago

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Drive By Evangelism

One of my worst experiences I can remember as a teenager was when a group of Christians once tried to share the Gospel with me. I now call what they were trying to do: “drive-by evangelism”.

One late night some friends and I were hanging out in a mall parking lot--most likely about to be up to no good. Suddenly a minivan full of Christian kids came flying up to us aggressively in the parking lot, and we assumed we were going to be struck by a water balloon or worse. Without warning, they rolled the window down and threw a bunch of Gospel tracts out the window at us and kept driving, yelling out the window as they peeled off: “Jesus loves you!!!” Picture that: the most important message ever given to man...the greatest news we can ever share with someone else was just tossed out the window at our feet as if we were catching beads at a parade.

This is the essence of 'drive-by evangelism'.

The late Billy Graham said,

“The evangelistic harvest is always urgent. The destiny of men and of nations is always being decided. Every generation is strategic. We are not responsible for the past generation, and we cannot bear the responsibility for the next one; but we do have our generation. God will hold us responsible as to how well we fulfill our responsibilities to this age and take advantage of our opportunities."

It has been said that the best evangelism tool is not tracts nor crusades nor apologetic arguments nor even servant evangelism, but simply being a faithful witness, (and I would add that we need to be a witness with both our lives and our lips).

So why is drive-by evangelism truly a problem? Here are 3 reasons:

1. Many people have demonstrated a poor Gospel witness with their lives.

Most of us have seen the spiritual damage that a poor witness can do for the Gospel. Using Google’s 'predictive search', if you go and type this in: “Why are Christians so” look what pops up. These results are based on historical searches that real people have looked up. But I warn you: don’t do so with liquid in your mouth, because it is bound to be spit out! These searches occurred because somewhere in the past someone who purported to represent Jesus actually misrepresented Him. Many restaurant servers have admitted that Sunday afternoons are the worst days to work because the tips are so bad. That is usually when Christians have left their morning worship services and are going to be “salt and light” and “cheap” to the world. And that’s just stinginess and a lack of generosity. What about more grievous sins, like when a pastor falls into sexual sin? How does a local community see our message when the shepherd of a faith community is not even practicing what he preaches? Or when the guy at your workplace tells everyone he’s a Christian but he curses and is pugnacious and dishonest and displays lust and wickedness and not godliness?

The Gospel message is offensive enough without us helping make it more offensive with our sinful behavior! The message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing--but it is also the power of God for salvation to all who believe. Men will get tripped up over the offensiveness of the Christian message, so why would we want to add a few more hurdles in there with our sinful behavior?

2. Drive-by evangelism doesn’t show genuine care for the person receiving the good news.

The “victims” of drive-by evangelism feel very little vested interest on the part of the professor, like my friends and I in that mall parking lot. There is little risk, little involvement, no relationship nor vulnerability on our part when we toss tracts at people we don’t know. The person who is on the receiving end of this poor method of evangelism feels almost violated or punched randomly in the gut by the gospel.

Certainly the Lord can and does use random encounters and if we don’t have the means to serve and live among certain people we must resort to “faster” means to get the word out. But this should be a concession, not a normative practice. When Philip encountered the Egyptian eunuch in Acts 8, he spent enough time to share Christ and see the man won to faith, but as soon as the man was baptized, Philip was “caught away” (v.39), and the man “went on his way rejoicing”. These situations will happen, undoubtedly.

However, most of us will have more contact with people then just thirty seconds to give them a drive-by gospel. My rule of thumb is that if I have more than five minutes together talking with a stranger, perhaps the Lord wants me to simply come right out and ask, "Do you know Jesus?"...or saying something like, "The world seems crazy right now! It makes you really contemplate life and death and the future. So what are your spiritual beliefs?"

3. Jesus demonstrates incarnation at its best.

We’ve just spend the last month or so celebrating the birth of Jesus during the Christmas season, but it is important in the midst of the eggnog and ugly sweater parties not to miss perhaps the most important doctrine about Jesus: His incarnation. Jesus, according to Isaiah 7:14, is “Immanuel, God with us”. Jesus demonstrates to us how we are to live a faithful Gospel witness in the very action of how He came from heaven to earth.

Jesus Christ was born of a woman. He was born to parents. He had uncles and aunts, and cousins. He hungered. He thirsted. He got tired. He fell asleep. He yawned. He had internal organs and hands and feet and hair. His family was a part of a tribe of people in Israel. His family had traditions and beliefs. They celebrated holidays. They celebrated birthdays and traditions and sat around and had conversations. They laughed and cried and talked together.

The application of this is powerful: God wanted to identify with us! Whenever I read the genealogy of Jesus I am just so blown away that there are actually people listed! The Father loves us enough to send His Son to become one of us. He certainly could have broadcast His love and truth and nature from afar for all the world to see. But He sent Jesus to become one of us, to exegete the Father to mankind.

Augustine of Hippo said "Man’s maker was made man that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother’s breast; that the Bread might hunger, the Fountain thirst, the Light sleep, the Way be tired on its journey; that Truth might be accused of false witnesses, the Teacher be beaten with whips, the Foundation be suspended on wood; that Strength might grow weak; that the Healer might be wounded; that Life might die.”

Jesus, the Word, became flesh and dwelt among us. He tabernacled among us. The tabernacle is of course the location where God’s glory met man’s need, which was was fully realized in Jesus. However, you and I are a temple of the Holy Spirit, where His presence abides (1 Corinthians 6:19). We are to be “Christ incarnate” to the world, and that means willful, intentional, relational community that is purposeful and prayerful. We must be “in” the world and display with our lives the Gospel message we affirm with our lips.

Paul said in 1 Thessalonians 2:8 "So, affectionately longing for you, we were well pleased to impart to you not only the gospel of God, but also our own lives, because you had become dear to us.” As we have opportunity, let us consider how we may live the Gospel with incarnational intention, not merely in drive-by encounters.

Thankfully in my life I had great examples of Christ-followers who shared Jesus and loved Jesus, and their message resonated with me until one day I too trusted my life to Jesus. If not for their faithful witness, I may have never found Christ. I’d still be in darkness wondering what happened years ago in a mall parking lot with some church kids who had the right intentions but a missed opportunity to truly help some hurting, lost teens. When we do this faithfully, people will begin to take notice and will ask us “the reason for the hope that we have”. Are we ready to answer?

You are writing a gospel, A chapter each day, By the deeds that you do, By the words that you say; Men read what you write, Whether faithless or true, Say—what is the gospel, According to you? -Paul Gilbert

Pastor Pilgrim Benham

#gospel #drive by #witnessing #witness #evangelism #Christ #incarnation

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supersmashimagines-blog · 6 years ago

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Hi everyone! Unfortunately it’s been a while and the next prompt isn’t quite ready for posting yet. How about some Christmas-themed headcanons instead...?

Since there’s so many fighters from all different worlds/religions, there isn’t technically a ‘Christmas’, and because I’m not familiar enough with other holidays I’m sorry instead it’s a more general winter celebration with similar traditions

Mario and Luigi team up to do the lights around the tree and the house; though usually Mario ends up tangling the lights by accident and Luigi is the one to actually decorate.

Peach is the type of person who thinks she gets stressed baking a lot of sweets, but does it anyways. Every year she’ll try to tell herself she’ll “only bake a few cookies and that’s it.” 7 different types of cookies, 5 cakes, 3 pies, a pan of fudge, and 2 fruit cakes later and she’s full of sugar and regret.

The Hands usually take charge of the cooking for dinners/parties, but some fighters such as Link, Kirby, Mr Game and Watch, and Lucas will volunteer to make a dish or two.

One year, Ganondorf, Bowser, Dedede, and Wolf lost a bet and had to re-enact this. There’s a film of it somewhere, though the four of them will do everything in their power to make sure it’s never found.

Shulk LOVES ugly holiday sweaters, though he genuinely thinks they’re cute and not un-fashionable at all. He has a stash of them that people will borrow from every now and then. Lucina tends to borrow the most because she honestly thinks the sweaters are cute too.

Pit is REALLY enthusiastic when it comes to buying people presents. He’ll buy one for everyone, and when he does he makes absolute SURE it’s something they’ll like, even if it means he has to follow people around or do a little snooping to figure out what to get.

Dark Pit, on the other hand, is the type to insist he doesn’t try at all when buying gifts, yet he somehow always manages to get someone exactly what they want. Whether or not he’s lying about how much effort he puts in is a mystery, but it pisses Pit off anyways.

Jigglypuff is banned from caroling in the house (she goes around the neighborhood instead).

May add more later, but that’s it for now!

#super smash bros #super smash bros ultimate #smash bros #ssb #ssbu

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vvirgils · 6 years ago

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Merry Crisis-A Moxiety Fic for all your Christmas needs

Pairing: Virgil x Patton

Description:human AU also technically highschool AU but it’s break so who cares, Roman makes a cameo, fake dating, mutual pining, tooth-rotting fluff, excessive gayness, all that good stuff

Words: 2,817

Warnings: Deceit sneks his way in.

Summary: Virgil doesn’t like having a Christmas party at his house, especially when his ex is going to be there. But having Patton by his side, as a friend-or something more?-makes it better.

This is my gift to @brighter-side, I hope you enjoy the moxiety and have a wonderful holiday season! Also, shout out to @syzyji for beta reading (i’ll be over soon). Shout out to me for putting like, way too many cliches in here. Someone stop me. @secretsanders @fandersfic-moxiety

“Patton, I need a major favor,” Virgil said, holding the phone to his ear. He checked around the corners of the hallway. No family in sight, and they wouldn’t think anything of him calling his best friend. They were going to be at the party too, and they couldn’t know.

“What is it?” Patton asked, “Is it something big? You’re calling really late.”

“You know Deceit,” Virgil said, looking up and down to make sure no one was up. He checked his watch. 11:00.

“Of course I know Dylan. He only broke your heart into a thousand little pieces and made you an emotional wreck for a week, and by week I mean month.”

“He’s going to be at the Christmas party my family is having. And I need him to think I’ve moved on or he’ll try to pull some more manipulative bullshit over on me, and I really can’t take that right now, Pat,” Virgil said, taking a deep breath. “Could you pretend to be my boyfriend for one night?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Patton said. “It’s tomorrow, at 4:00?”

“Uh-huh. Good night, Patton,” Virgil said.

“Good night.” Patton hung up first, for once in his life.

Ugh. Why did Virgil’s life have to be this complicated? Patton was the only person he trusted to be a fake date, but he also was the only person who Virgil wasn’t sure about in terms of feelings. As in, did he have a crush, or were they just really close friends?

Both of them were gay, too. Well, Virgil was “sexually ambiguous,” but he liked guys. Which Patton was aware of. There were so many possibilities for what could happen between them tomorrow night; Virgil didn’t get any sleep until one.

Patton tapped the red button and put his phone down. Was he actually doing this? Fake-dating his best friend, who he kind of had a few feelings for.

And by a few he meant all of the feelings. He’d had a crush on Virgil for years, but had never gotten it together enough to ask him out. Courage had never been Patton’s strong suit. No matter how much he wanted to be in a relationship, he was always too scared to initiate. Too terrified of getting his heart broken, of being toyed around with. Of someone not caring about him.

If anyone cared about him, Virgil did. Maybe fake dating wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all. Fantasies were already swirling around his head, and Patton turned off his phone and shoved it under his pillow. He fell asleep almost immediately, thoughts of Virgil the last on his mind.

***

Virgil woke up in the morning to three texts from Patton.

Should I wear smth special?

Nvm checked the evite

Can I punch D? plz?

No, Virgil replied, I want to do that first. Just show up and be arm candy.

Lol i’m sweet that should be easy.

You’ll do great

He turned off his phone and actually got out of bed. It was...noonish, and he had to get ready for the party. Breakfast came first, but then Virgil was staring at his all-black wardrobe thinking What am I going to wear to a Christmas party?

There wasn’t a single ugly Christmas sweater, or even something red and green. He could get away with black jeans, but not a black t-shirt. Sighing, Virgil called Patton.

“Hey Pat,” he said. Thank goodness they were the same size.

“What’s up, Virgil?” Patton asked, “Is something wrong?” The concern in Patton’s voice was adorable, and Virgil really wished he could actually get the guts to ask him out one of his days.

“So, my wardrobe is um…not quite right for a Christmas party,” Virgil said, “As in, I should have gone shopping for something that is not black like, last week. Do you have a Christmas sweater or something that I could borrow?”

Patton laughed over the phone, and Virgil automatically smiled. The simple sound always cheered him up. “I was actually going to give it to you for Christmas next week, but now is as good a time as ever. It actually matches um, mine,” Patton said. He’d actually thought about taking cute couple pictures in matching ugly sweaters when buying them-but Virgil couldn’t know that. “Because it was a 2 for 1 deal. But it’ll really make Deceit pissed if he thinks they’re, you know, matching because we’re a couple.”

“Yeah, totally,” Virgil said. “Just bring it to the party, you know where I live. See you then.” If only they were actually wearing matching sweaters as a couple…but it wasn’t a possibility. Someone as wonderful as Patton couldn’t possibly like him in that way.

“Will do, see you. Love you,” Patton said. It was their standard goodbye, but he wondered if Virgil could hear what he really meant every time he said it.

“Love you too.” Virgil ended the call and threw the phone at his bed. He did have to get dressed.

***

Like the overeager pining idiot that he was, Patton showed up early. It was three-thirty, he had no business being there, and Virgil was happy to see him.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” Virgil said when he opened the door to see Patton. “I am officially sick of Christmas decorations. Glittery snowflakes are the worst.”

“They look really pretty, though,” Patton said, taking in the winter wonderland that Virgil’s living room had been transformed into. “Oh, here’s your sweater.” He handed Virgil the red and green bundle.

“Does this have Christmas lights on it?” Virgil asked, examining the sweater.

Patton pushed the button at the hem of his sweater to make the lights on his sweater turn on. “Yes. Aren’t they great?”

“Not exactly my style,” Virgil said, “but alright. Come on in.” Patton walked in, took off his coat, and put it away in the closet.

Virgil slipped the sweater on over his black t-shirt. “How do I look?” He flicked on the lights.

“You look, um, really good, Virgil.” Patton couldn’t believe how attractive Virgil looked. It fit him perfectly, and the tacky lights almost looked sophisticated on his lean frame. Virgil had done away with the dark eyeshadow today, probably at the request of his mother, and he looked incredibly cozy. Patton wanted to snuggle into his arms.

“Thanks, Pat. Care to give me a hand with stringing oversized Christmas lights across every surface in the house? It should be more bearable if we do it together,” Virgil said, trying to keep things as normal and platonic as possible before guests started showing up. Patton’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and Virgil realized that he was going to have a hard time only pretending to be in love with Patton.

***

It didn’t take long after the party started for the house to fill up. People, people everywhere. If this party wasn’t at his house, Virgil would have stayed home. He kept up his job greeting people at the door and taking their coats, since it beat having to make actual conversation inside. Patton stuck around, although he had a better shot at talking to people at the party than Virgil did.

His parents had invited everyone that Virgil and his brother knew. Since Roman was involved in a gazillion extracurriculars, and had friends from every theatre program he’d ever done, most of the guest list was his friends. Virgil had invited one person: Patton, because he didn’t really know anyone else well enough to want them at his house.

Virgil wondered when people would stop showing up. The closet was getting full, and he wanted to sit down, but the doorbell kept ringing. He opened it again, expecting his father’s coworker, but instead.

Dylan. Great. “Hi, thank you for coming,” Virgil said, plastering a smile on his face as his ex stepped through the doorway.

“I’m happy to be here, V,” Dylan said, handing him a plate of cookies covered in saran wrap. “For you and your family.”

“Thank you very much.” He handed the cookies to Patton. “Hey babe, could you go put these with the rest of the desserts.” Chills darted down his spine as Patton’s face lit up at the words.

Patton gave him a peck on the cheek, and Virgil felt a patch of heat grow where Pat’s lips had been. “Sure thing, hon.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

“Can I take your coat?” Virgil asked Dylan, who was still standing there. He wasn’t sure if he had registered what had just happened between Patton and Virgil, but at this point Virgil didn’t really care.

“Sure thing.” Deceit shucked off his coat and deposited it in Virgil’s arms before walking past him. So he had noticed.

Ever the drama queen, Dylan turned around at the last second to face him. “You know, I didn’t think Patton was really your type.” He disappeared into the party, leaving Virgil grinding his teeth as he put Dylan’s coat away. What a nightmare.

Just then, Patton returned to a very grumpy Virgil. “Did he do something while I was gone?” Patton asked. When Virgil didn’t answer right away, Patton pressed, “Do I need to punch him?”

“No, absolutely not. He just…made a comment. You ready to make him incredibly jealous of how cute of a couple we are?” Virgil looped an arm around Patton’s shoulders.

“Yes,” Patton said, looking away as he blushed. Virgil was so warm, and they were so close. He really, really wanted to kiss him. “Snack table?”

Heat rushed to Virgil’s cheeks. “Snack table.” They walked over, saying hi to people as they passed. Several people took note of their closeness, and the way that Virgil was, er, pretending to look in love with Patton.

It was working, so that was great. They had a good time, eating food and holding hands, looking casually flirtatious enough that anyone would think they were together. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too awkward. Talking to each other felt normal, they were just…holding hands at the same time. Not bad. People bought it.

Most importantly, Deceit bought it. He spied them laughing and talking together from across the room. Virgil could feel his glare burning into the back of his neck, but he didn’t really care. Patton was laughing at a joke he had told.

Then, Dylan started to walk over.

***

“Hey Patton, you know that thing couples do where they stare into each others eyes and start walking off into the distance and everyone assumes they’re going to the bedroom to get it on,” Virgil half-asked, taking a quick glance at Deceit. Yep, he was still moving in this direction.

Patton looked startled by the statement. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Why do you mention…?” He trailed off, following Virgil’s line of sight. “Oh.”

“We should probably do that,” Virgil said. “I do not want to talk to him right now.”

“Ok.” Pat wrapped both his arms around Virgil’s shoulders and gave him a look that made Virgil’s legs turn into jelly. “I’m whispering something that only the two of us would understand and is probably um, PG-13,” he whispered.

“I’m replying something that’s a little closer to R-rated,” Virgil said, his voice dropping a few octaves. He rested his arms around Patton’s waist. Patton had no idea that Virge was such a good actor, must be a side effect of having Roman around. Still, he was blushing like crazy, and couldn’t stop himself from taking a gratuitous stare at Virgil’s lips.

They stood up, and just in time. Dylan was trying to get past a gaggle of gossiping middle-aged women.

“Is this, um, when we realize that there are other people and switch to holding hands and shooting each other covert stares as we move to a more private area?” Patton asked, his eyes sending a much more suggestive message. It took Virgil a moment to register what he had said.

“Sure, but not without giggling at an inside joke,” Virgil said, laughing a little as he took Patton’s hand. They half-jogged to Virgil’s bedroom, strategically staying as far away from Deceit as possible.

***

Virgil shut the door behind them. He could have sworn Deceit had followed them down the hallway.

“So, now that we’re far away from your snakelike ex, what’s next for the couple who needs some alone time?” Patton asked, still holding Virgil’s hand as he sat down on the bed.

“I guess the cliche would be a long makeout session and then fade to black,” Virgil said, only half-joking. He would really like to be kissing Patton right now.

“Is this your life or a Hallmark movie?” Patton asked, giving Virgil a look of mock confusion. “The Virgil I know would rather watch Coraline.”

“Maybe my tastes have changed, you know,” Virgil said, trying to look anywhere but Patton. So this was the end of their disappointing fake-dating charade.

“Really, because I have like, twenty movies I need you to see,” Patton said, enthusiasm building in his voice. He inched a bit closer to Virgil on the bed.

“Don’t subject me to the torture just yet,” Virgil said, “I’m just recovering from a certain liar who I do not want to get back together with.” At least Patton is holding my hand, he thought.

“Fine, but after the party…” Patton sighed. Virgil’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

Hoping it wasn’t anything big, probably just an automatic message or something, Virgil opened it up. One message from Least Favorite Brother Named Roman

ur ex is about to barge into ur room in like 10 seconds bc hes a massive asshole i guess? Some bs like that

Virgil took one second to process the text before turning to Patton and kissing him full on the mouth. Both of them froze, shocked, but then they kept kissing. Virgil’s hand reached up to caress Patton’s cheek. Patton deepened the kiss, making it slower, softer, more passionate.

It was, without a doubt, the best kiss Virgil had ever had. Patton wasn’t forcing his tongue down Virgil’s mouth, he wasn’t even in a hurry to take his shirt off. There was just his soft lips and the gentle tug around Virgil’s waist as Patton pulled him closer. For a second, Virgil forgot the moment wasn’t real, and they were just kissing in case someone happened to barge in. He got lost in the faint taste of chocolate chip cookies and the smell of Patton’s shampoo.

His phone buzzed again. Virgil was just going to ignore it when Patton broke away from the embrace. “You should probably, um, check it,” Patton said.

Nvm he just left in a hissy fit

“I am going to kill my brother,” Virgil said, turning his phone off and flipping it over.

“That seems a little…harsh. What did he do?” Patton asked, still trying to sound normal. He didn’t feel normal. He felt anything but normal. Virgil had just kissed him, like, out of the blue, and it was an excellent kiss. Probably the best he’d ever had, and Patton wasn’t even sure if it was real. Or why Virgil had kissed him. His brain was still too muddled to figure it out.

“So, he texts me that Deceit is about to barge in here because he’s an asshole, blah blah, so I…” Kissed you, Virgil thought but didn’t say. “Then, he texts me that the snake has just left the party. I was really nervous and I thought something very bad was going to happen!”

“Well, it’s a good thing that it didn’t,” Patton said, trying to be the voice of reason here, even as his heart was slowly breaking into pieces. So it wasn’t real. “I mean, it wasn’t a bad kiss.”

“Yeah, that’s a good thing,” Virgil said. He took a deep breath to steady himself. Locking lips with Patton had really done something to him. Maybe he should like, tell Patton that it meant something to him, that he actually had an enormous crush on the dude.

So, Virgil opened his mouth to say, “I really like you and I’ve kind of wanted to date you for real for ages but now that I’ve kissed you I feel like I can’t not tell you.”

At the same time Patton said, “Virgil, I’m in love with you and I really hope that the kiss meant something to you because it did to me. I’ve liked you for a long time and I want to be more than friends.”

They both stopped, looking into each others eyes. “We’re idiots,” Virgil said. “Absolute idiots.”

“Maybe we should have skipped fake dating and gone straight to the real thing.” Patton smiled, and Virgil smiled back. It was real. All of it.

“Nothing about this is straight, and you know it,” Virgil said, pulling Patton in for another kiss. This was better than any Christmas present.

#ts virgil #ts patton #moxiety #anxiety sanders #morality sanders #star speaks #starredwrites #posts from the past #sanders sides #gay

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niallsstainedcoffeecup · 6 years ago

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First Snow Part 2

Harry returns home from tour and hears shocking news about his best friend Y/N. One of you lovely people suggested I write a second part to First Snow, so I hope you all enjoy. Feedback and Requests are welcomed. Happy Holidays and Lots of Love!

Harry booked his flight back home, messaging his mother the details. After a world tour, Harry dreamt about sleeping in his bed. People chattered among themselves in the crowded airport. One man complained about flying home for the holidays while others cheered with excitement. Harry plopped down on an uncomfortable plastic airport chair, running a hand through his short brown locks. Harry slipped in a headphone, eliminating the chaotic airport noise. Suddenly, the airport restaurant’s clattering, the suitcase wheels squealing on the waxed floors, and the complaining man were drowned out by a soft violin. Harry closed his bagged green eyes, crossing his arms over his thick white sweater. Harry’s feet ached from the tight Gucci slippers, but Harry planned to release his feet during the plane ride. Harry’s mind raced with images of home and people he hoped to see. Of course, she popped into his mind like a burst of light. Y/N, his best friend, and ex-girlfriend. Harry hoped she’d accept his annual Christmas party invitation. “Flight 478, Los Angeles to London,” The blonde flight attendant called out. Harry stood up, carrying his leather Gucci bag toward the gate. Harry couldn’t wait to be home. * * * * The cinnamon pinecones washed over Harry’s exhausted figure, reminding him of past Christmases. Harry’s memories flickered to his favorite one when Harry first kissed Y/N after a snowball fight. Harry kicked off his slippers, sliding his sweaty feet across the cool cream carpet. Evie’s black and white ears perked up at the clicking of the door’s lock. Anne argued with someone, probably Gemma, on the telephone, which allowed Harry to sneak up behind her and squeeze his mother. “Gemma, we do not need…” A scream interrupted Anne’s sentence. Anne spun around, swatting at her son’s arm. Harry giggled, clutching his aching stomach. Anne glared, apologizing to Gemma for screaming in her ear. “Your brother scared the life out of me. Yes, he made it in. Okay, I love you.” Anne hung up the phone, hugging Harry with all the power in her arms. Harry grinned, stealing a warm gingerbread cookie from the snowman jar behind Anne. “How was the tour?” Anne asked, pulling away from the hug. Harry shrugged, “We finished on a good note. Mitch sent you a cat mom mug.” Harry and Anne continued discussing Harry’s tour life. Harry cherished these moments because he could finally relax. * * * * The swerving cart twisted down the claustrophobic aisles. Harry hummed along with the store’s Christmas music while examining the wine bottles. Harry tsked, deciding whether a Moscato paired with his mother’s roast better than a dry red. Harry grabbed the blue bottle, checking off another item on his list. “Harry, is that you?” Harry’s heart clenched, identifying that sweet voice in seconds. Harry looked up from his basket, his eyes landing on a blushing Y/N. Harry gasped because Y/N looked beautiful in that maroon dress. “Y/N, hey, I was going to call you. I got in yesterday,” Harry stumbled over his words. Y/N grinned, “Great, I’m sure your mother is happy. She visited the gallery to remind me that you would be home.” Harry blushed, of course, his mother reminded his ex-girlfriend to visit him. Y/N grabbed the bottle of red wine Harry set down a few seconds ago. Harry’s eyes bulged out at the large engagement ring on her small finger. Y/N caught Harry ogling the ring. She didn’t want him to find out about the engagement this way. “Derek proposed last month,” Y/N mumbled, looking at her black heels. Harry nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. Harry and Y/N broke up five years ago, but Harry always pictured marrying Y/N. “I’m happy for you. Why didn’t you call?” Y/N frowned, “Harry, it isn’t the type of thing you say over the phone. I’m not sure how healthy it is to tell your ex-boyfriend about your new boyfriend.” Harry snorted, “I thought we were best friends.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “Harry, I’d rather not argue. It’s time you wake up and realize we were never friends after that day.” Harry opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, but Y/N was right. Y/N was always right. Harry couldn’t go back to being friends after their first kiss, after their first time together, and not after their last breakup. * * * * Harry stormed into his house, tossing the grocery bags on the nearest clear surface. Gemma and Anne laughed, chopping up nuts for the fruitcake. Harry entered the kitchen, breathing as if he might explode. “Why didn’t you tell me that Derek proposed?” Harry asked. Guilt flashed across Anne and Gemma’s eyes, “We didn’t know how you would take it. It also isn’t our news,” Anne argued. Harry snorted, “Well, it was your news when you told her that I was visiting.” Gemma glared, “Harry, you need to calm down. Mom understands that you and Y/N are friends, and a friend should be happy when their friend is happy. She hasn’t been this happy since…” “Since me,” Harry mumbled. “Haz, it will be okay,” Anne promised. Harry nodded, “You’re right. She can marry Derek because he’s better than I ever was. I broke her heart.” Anne and Gemma watched Harry shuffle toward his bedroom. Harry locked his bedroom, falling into the pit of depression calling out his name. * * * * Anne greeted the guests, complimenting everyone’s ugly sweaters. Harry stood near the roaring fireplace, watching Y/N lean on Derek’s shoulder. Derek dragged a hand through his perfect blonde hair, sipping on the red wine Y/N brought. Harry glared, chugging the last bit of his wine. Gemma and Michal sang Christmas songs near the decorated tree, tripping over their feet. Harry shuffled away from his spot, searching for anything to soothe his growling stomach. Harry slipped around guests, hiding away in the warm kitchen. Harry munched on fruitcake and leftover veggies. “Hey Harry, this party is amazing,” Derek cheered, knocking his glass against Harry’s empty one. Harry faked a smile, “How are you?” “Great, did Y/N tell you about the engagement?” Derek asked, searching among the food for anything good. Harry nodded, “How did you propose?” Derek chuckled with pride, “Well, I invited her friends and family to her favorite restaurant. I ordered her favorite dessert and placed the ring on the fork. She nearly ate the ring, but I stopped her before anything happened.” Harry’s gut twisted with envy because Y/N deserved so much more. Harry recalled planning his proposal to Y/N. Y/N dreamt of visiting Venice, so he planned to take her there one day and propose. “Hey, you okay? You look upset,” Derek mumbled, touching Harry’s arm. Harry nodded, faking another smile, “Isn’t it crazy? You and I were friends since we were ten, and now you are marrying my best friend.” Derek frowned, noticing the cruel tone in Harry’s voice, “Did I do something wrong?” “You proposed to my girlfriend,” Harry hissed. Derek snorted, “Listen, mate, she isn’t your girlfriend anymore. You fucked up that night. You cheated on her with the one person she never trusted, and you refused to be there when I was.” Harry stared down at his feet like a little kid in trouble. Harry relived that night too many times, and it haunted his broken heart. Derek nodded, stealing a couple carrots from Harry’s plate. “You fucked up,” Derek repeated. Harry pushed past Derek, choking back the sobs threatening to spill out of his rosy lips. Harry’s shoulder rammed into Y/N, stopping his feet for a few seconds. Y/N squeaked, looking at Harry with the largest grin but it faded once she noticed the tears streaming down Harry’s cheeks. “Haz, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked, her words laced with concern. Harry shut his eyes, focusing on his rapid breathing, “I need a minute alone.” “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? You can talk with me,” Y/N cupped Harry’s cheeks, calming his racing heart. Harry opened his eyes, “You are marrying Derek.” Harry pushed past Y/N, leaving her there in shock. Y/N gripped her heart, her eyes following Harry’s disappearing figure. Y/N jogged after Harry, exiting the warm house. Harry ignored the snow flurries falling past his shrinking figure. * * * * * Y/N placed her hands on her knees, bending over to catch her breath. She lost Harry a couple of blocks back, and now she needed to sit down and rest. Harry kicked up a pile of orange and brown leaves, choosing a nearby park bench to cry on. Y/N wandered around the town aimlessly, wiping furiously at the tears warming her frozen cheeks. Why did Harry have to show up? Why did Harry have to revive her broken heart? Why did Derek have to propose? A sob echoed around the cheery town. Harry flinched, listening to someone’s footsteps approach him. Harry froze when he heard Y/N’s sob break the silence. “You found me,” Harry mumbled. Y/N jumped, but breathed a sigh of relief, “You’re okay.” Harry snorted, playing with the holes on his mittens, “I’m not dead, but I feel like I am.” Y/N nodded, sitting down beside him, “Harry, I never meant to hurt you.” “Then why did you agree to it?” Harry asked. “Harry, you broke my heart. You cheated on me with Kendall. I tried to work it out, and you refused to answer my calls. Do you understand how bad that hurt me? You promised I would be everything to you. You promised you wouldn’t hurt me, but you did. I picked up the pieces by myself, and when Derek asked me out, I didn’t imagine it ending in happiness. Derek helps me forget about the heartbreak. I didn’t even know we had been dating four years until he mentioned it.” Harry nodded, “I wanted to propose to you. I wanted everything to be okay. We were nineteen, and that isn’t an excuse, but I pictured us getting back together.” Y/N winced, “Harry, you can’t talk like that. We aren’t in some make-believe place where you never cheated, and you eventually came back to me.” Harry frowned, reaching for Y/N’s hands, “I love you. I know you love me too. Please, don’t marry Derek.” Y/N yanked her hands away, breathing rapidly, “Harry, I need to leave.” Harry watched Y/N run toward his house while he sobbed alone in the park. * * * * A blanket of snow coated the sleepy town. A tap on Harry’s window jostled Harry awake from his light slumber. Harry glanced around the dark room, listening for another tap. Harry looked outside, watching Y/N wave her hands like a madman. Harry grinned, dressing in whatever clothes he found near him. Harry tripped down the stairs, opening the door to invite the cold air into his house. Y/N tackled Harry in a hug, filling his mouth with her puffy coat. “Hey, what are you doing here?” Harry asked, setting her down. Y/N giggled, “I missed you.” Harry smirked, “I saw you last night. We drank wine and ate my mom’s terrible fruitcake.” Y/N rolled her eyes, “I missed you because I realized what a fool I was. I left the love of my life last night on a park bench. I left him to break up with the man who proposed to me but never filled the hole in my heart. Instead, I’m here, asking my ex-boyfriend and best friend to be my boyfriend again. I realized that I am willing to trust you again because life without you is terrible.” Harry grinned, cupping Y/N’s cheeks to press his hungry lips to her plump ones. Y/N melted into his arms, whimpering into the kiss. Harry pulled away, taking in Y/N’s beauty. “I love you.” “I never stopped loving you,” Y/N admitted, stealing another kiss. The couple continued to celebrate their new love on the front porch surrounded by the first snow of the year. This time, Harry wouldn’t let anything bad happen to their relationship.

#mine #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #one direction #one direction imagines #one direction imagine #1d #1d imagine #1d imagines #christmas #christmas story #christmas writing #story

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cutesuki--bakugou · 6 years ago

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MistleNO

For Day #2 of the @mha-xmas-challenge

Christmas Challenge | Day 2 - Mistletoe Kisses

Category | One-Shot

Pairing: Bakugou x Koge (OC) Koge’s Tag

Rating: Teen, for cursing, adult humor and alcohol

Word Count: 2,070

Bakugou was the absolute worst when it came to public displays of affection and he hated cheesy Christmas traditions. So mistletoe kisses? Fuck that. He’d shove snow down his pants or chug an entire carton of eggnog before he did something so ridiculous, especially in front of a group of people. It didn’t matter if these people were his friends from High School, nor did it matter that he had been in love with his girlfriend for nearly a decade. Sensitive shit like that in public just wasn’t going to fly with him, as he couldn’t stand the thought of the ‘oohs’ and ‘awwws’ that would be sent their way.

It was stupid. But his opinion meant little to his lover, who loved Christmas. Literally everything about it made her all bubbly inside, from the cute traditions to the emotional time spent with family. She was all about it, and it literally drove him up the wall every year. The worst things were the parties. Her family, his family, friends, coworkers, and company parties all made him want to shove icicles into his eye sockets. Mingling had never been his thing, preferring either to be alone or just with his lover, watching stupid movies or even enjoying a meal just amongst themselves. This year, he had tried his best to convince her to just stay in, that it wasn’t worth all the effort to take a train all the way to a different town just to see friends for maybe a few hours. Bribing her with a nice dinner or cuddling by the fireplace had failed, so here they were, walking from the train station to Deku’s home.

He wanted to die.

“Utsuro, this fucking sucks. Last year the party was shit, why are we doing this?” Bakugou mumbled under his breath, his grumble of a voice barely audible behind the scarf he had covering half his face. Walking beside him with her arm hooked around his, Koge sighed, leaning her head back a bit in annoyance at this question. “Katsuki, you’ve asked me that a million times already. Just relax, it will be fine! I’m sure there will be alcohol, you can just get drunk and pretend you like everyone.” She gave his arm a few gentle pats. “Besides, you always just sit on the couch and pout the entire time. That's not all that bad.”

“Tch, you always just sit with me. You always say you like these things, but you turn into an awkward mess when you're surrounded by more than three people. Remember last year? How you spilt eggnog all over Kirishima and then called him a 'nog hog’. That wasn't funny.” Bakugou narrowed his eyes at Koge as she giggled, finding her humor to be down right terrible. “It was funny, he laughed!”

“Yeah, because your both morons.”

Koge shook her head before resting it against his shoulder. “Don’t be so mean. It will be fine.” Bakugou grumbled a bit as he glared at the brightly decorated house down the street, able to already hear laughter from some people standing out on the back deck. “It’s going to be even worse because you’re pregnant…” With a soft hum, Koge placed her free hand on her swollen stomach, sitting at just over seven months. “Oh yeah. They’ll have questions about that, about the new house, about when you’re going to ask me to marry you, about how work is going, your new haircut-” A squeak escaped her lips as Bakugou suddenly reached around, clasping a gloved hand over her mouth. “Utsuro, if you don’t stop, we are going to turn around and I will carry you home by force if I have to.”

Koge smiled against his palm, giggling as he squished her cheeks together. “You wouldn’t! I’d be so sad.” Bakugou released her, shoving his hand back into his jacket pocket. “You really don’t think I would, Utsuro? Your ass would be back in that train in five seconds if I had the choice.” Koge shook her head, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “You wouldn't. Because you love me.”

“We’ll see how much I love you after this.”

“You say that every year! Come on, suck it up, tough guy.”

Bakugou didn’t have time to retort as they approached the front door of the home, where Koge rang the doorbell before Bakugou could even consider attempting to flee one last time. Within moments, the door opened, and the couple was met with Midoriya’s bright smile. “Kacchan! Naegi! I didn’t think you would be coming!” Koge smiled, always finding Midoriya to be such a ray of sunshine, even if it could be a bit overwhelming at times. “It’s still Koge, Izuku. After all these years you still forget? And I thought you were supposed to text him that we were coming.” Koge eyed Bakugou suspiciously, who was glowering at Midoriya like he was an annoying bug. “Oops. Guess I forgot. On purpose.”

Midoriya chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, sorry, Koge! And it’s fine, everyone is expecting you! Come in!” He moved out of the way to allow the couple inside, though as Koge took a step to enter, she was abruptly stopped by the immovable force that was her lover. Looking back at him, she saw that his glare had moved to the top of the door, locked on a strand of mistletoe that hung from the door-frame.

“Katsuki, what’s the matter? It’s just mistletoe. Give me a peck on the lips, it’s fine.” Koge unhooked their arms, giving him a small tug forward, to which he still didn’t move. Snarling at the innocent plant, Bakugou made his way inside, dodging going directly under it by scooting along the side of the door, as if passing under it would curse him. “Fuck that.” Koge rolled her eyes, following after him. “Katsuki, honestly, it’s just a cute tradition! I like your ugly sweater by the way, Izuku, the throwback to All Might is amazing.” Midoriya instantly flushed at the compliment, shutting the front door. “A-ah, well, it’s nothing really! Thank you!” Koge smiled, focusing on removing her outerwear, placing them with Bakugou’s as he did the same.

Though, the instant he removed his beanie, there was a gasp from inside the house. “Waah, Bakugou, you cut your hair?!” Kaminari yelled from across the house, having been standing in the kitchen with a few other people, crowded around the snack bar. Bakugou instantly snapped, glaring across the room at him. “Shut up! All I did was get a bit of an undercut, it’s not even that big of a difference!” Koge giggled, rubbing his back as she passed him to go further into the house. “Come on, take a couple of shots and relax-”

“Ahh! Koge, you’re huge!” Ashido bounced over, eyes bright with amazement. As the women crowded around her, Koge froze, laughing nervously. “A-ah, yes, a baby. I have one of those.” Bakugou scoffed as he left her to her doom, heading towards the alcohol bar.

“You asked for this, Utsuro. Enjoy your punishment.”

As the hours passed, the two were eventually spared from the mundane questions. Bakugou, just like most of the others, had gotten tipsy and was enjoying himself more than he would ever admit. Completely sober, Koge enjoyed the show, watching as he had quite the enthusiastic conversation with Kirishima and Sero. She wasn't sure what it was about, though she had a feeling it had something to do with his haircut experience, as he kept pointing to the top of his head. Feeling a bit starved for his attention, Koge stood and went over to the group, placing her hand gently on her lovers back.

Continuing the conversation, Bakugou let his arm rest around her, now using his other hand to talk with even as it held a glass of whatever he was drinking. “You'd think that they would train people to cut different types of hair. I mean, for fucks sake, all I wanted was a bit of a shorter shave and it took three people to figure it out!” Kirishima chuckled. “That's why I'm glad my hair isn't naturally spiked like yours. It's way easier to deal with.” Sero nodded in agreement, looking down at Koge. “Yours must be hard, too. With the way your hair has those… funky flippy bits on the side.”

Koge nodded, reaching up to fix her hair a bit. “Yeah, kind of. I've never had someone call them flippy bits, I like it. Though I’m thinking about cutting it off to above my shoulders.” She looked up at Bakugou, who was glowering down at her. She raised an eyebrow at him, reaching up to pinch his cheek gently. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“I like your hair the way it is. It’s soft.”

Koge couldn’t help but to giggle, hugging him the best she could with her swollen belly. “Aw, you’re so cute. I mean, I know you’re drunk and you get mushy when you’re drunk, but I still love it.” Bakugou scoffed, finishing off what was in his glass before he sat it down on the counter beside him. “Oh shut up. Don’t embarrass me infront of people.” Kirishima chuckled, reaching over and picking up a hidden object on the other side of the counter, which he had planned with Kaminari as a prank. “I think you’re doing that all on your own, man.”

Before Bakugou could snap at him, he was smacked in the face by a green blob, which made Koge bust out into giggles. Kirishima gasped, holding the stick in his hands up higher. “Oh my bad man, the string was longer than I thought!” Bakugou snatched onto the item hanging above his head, glaring at it. “What the fuck is this?!”

Koge kept her arms around him, trapping him in place. “It’s mistletoe!” Bakugou let the plant go, pulling his hand away like it was going to break him out in welts. “Fuck that! Get it away from me!” He tried to shuffle away, but it followed him, on a string controlled by the grinning Kirishima. “You always avoid it like it’s the plague! Koge told me about how much you hate it. Come on, stop being scared of it!” Bakugou reached up to smack it away again, though it was pulled from his reach at the last minute. “I’m not scared of it! I just hate it! It’s a stupid tradition! I can kiss her all I want in private, I don’t have to kiss her in front of everyone just because of a fucking plant!”

“It’s okay, Kacchan. We all know you’re just a big embarrassed softie anyways and this whole persona is just an act to look tough.” Midoriya called from the living room, sly grin on his face, brave enough to pick on his friend a bit more when alcohol was involved.

“Yeah Bakugou, a real tough guy wouldn’t be embarrassed about kissing their girl in front of everyone!”

“Do it! Do it!”

Koge couldn’t help but to laugh as Bakugou hid his face in her hair, able to feel him trembling in what was either embarrassment or anger. Rubbing his back gently, she tilted her head up, nuzzling her nose against his. “You might as well, Katsuki-” A squeak escaped her as Bakugou suddenly crashed his lips into hers, sending fire to her cheeks as the room nearly erupted in cheers and whistles. In all their time together, not once had Bakugou ever kissed her in front of anyone besides Kirishima, and it was much more embarrassing than Koge had originally thought. It was a sloppy kiss that was void of any direction, but it still had a ton of importance to the couple.

For one, it meant that Koge had won this battle and would never let him live it down.

Two, it finally broke this barrier of embarrassment that kept Bakugou from being sentimental in front of their friends, even if he was drunk.

And three, no matter how much Bakugou hated the tradition, the beaming smile on Koge’s face when he pulled away was worth every second of embarrassment he had to suffer through. “You’re lucky I love you so fucking much, Utsuro.”

“That’s right Katsuki, I am the lucky one. Because you love me. Even if you won’t kiss me under the mistletoe.”

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