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john-bitchester · 1 month ago

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Bubbles watches Supernatural season 5, episode 22: swan song.

This is a 42 minute episode. It took me 2 hours and a half to get through becase I had so many feelings and thoughts. Enjoy

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOON, THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DOOONEEE. LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REEEST, DON’T YOU CRY NO MOOOOORREEEEE

Ah gabe how I miss you

Not you zacharia I hate you

I never cared about a car as much as I have about a 1967 chevrolet impala

I love that Dean canonically picks out his dads car, because it is the same as his dads car, who chose it because is son recommended it to hem because it reminded the son of his dads car who...

IM SORRY

Sammy sitting on the hood like that does things to me

No no no dean youre being stupid

Wdym youre on board

AAAH DEAN LOOK AT YOU GROWING UP SEEING SAMMY AS A BIG BOY

Its still a stupid plan tho

Not normal about them

Nomnom blood

This gives a whole new meaning to milking

No poor sam look at his face he is stressed

'Angels don't sleep'

Didnt we already establish that he is humaned

WE TALKED ABOUT STAGE 2 SUICIDE IDIATION

'You go to lisa and pray to god shes dumb enough to take you in' HAHAHHAHA spoken like a true sibling

You're so silly sam you know dean would start a second apocalypse for you

SEE YA IN HELL

The way I screamed

'When he gets in, keep fighting, don't give an inch'

'Yes sir'

NO SAM THATS BOBBY DONT YOU DARE YES SIR HIM

I cant tell if it's because this was how dickchester always talked to him so it's reflex, or if it’s Sam's way of saying 'youre like a father to me'

Imma go with both for my sanity

My friend bunbun: that john issues run deep with these boys

Me: The mariana trench would be impressed

'Oh I'm supposed to lie'

'Suuure... they'll be.. fiiiiine'

Cass I love you so, you are so real for this

That cannot be tasty

Or good for the stoomy

Oh my god Sam is high as a kite

Nooo not chuck going over the impala memoriessss

Noooooo

I need you to know that I'm watching this, hand clasped over my mouth, going NoOoOoOoOo

I have a feeling that the memories of the car will make sam able to grasp control again or smt

Also, dean is such a sentimental washcloth, rebuilding the car with the legos and the soldier man

Oh sam that was sexy of you (Zapping the demons by just closing his eyes)

'I live, he lives, we get our parents back'

Heres the thing, from videos and fic I know that at some point sam lives for a year or so without dean

So now im like, uh oh

I feel like this is an act

Its all an act

Ofcourse they knew the devil would know about the horsemen

Theyre his main henchmen, it would be stupid to think that the devil wouldnt know about the rings

Finally, the boy has memorised something (The spell for the cage)

aaaaaaaaahgg

COME ON SAMMY

aaaahshfhm fukb fgbukgxfubkrgxukb

NO NO NO NO NO

SAAAAM BE STRONG

......

Wtf Lucy that is so not funny

Pretend that Sam had won the fight with lucy in his brain

Only to then be like "jk"

Dean you shouldve just kicked him in the hole while his back was at you

Fidget spinner of power hihi

Why would he let dean live

Michael's vessel

NAH THE DEVIL JUST MADE A VERY FUNNY STAR WARS REFERNCE'

I suggest we become drunk' -cass

Oph my god these dumbasses really did think lucy wouldn't know of the rings

NoOoOoOo Bobby mourning his sooon

I am not well

I know what you can do, dean

You can have some gay sex with the angel

Knowing this was meant to be the end end makes it so much worse

I cant do this in my own oh my gosh

Im literally going like 'crying noise, noohoo Bunbuuun'

Them gazing th stars togehter on clear nights🥺🥺🥺🥺

Driving 2 days for a game, and a week for a concert

Heart goes auch

Nooooooo

Not okay about this

Its the Good Omens finale all over again

Chuck has grown on me

WELL THEN I AINT GONNA LET HIM DIE ALONE

Winchester pt3 you fool

I cant say i trust lucy, but hes making some good points

God is giving abusive father for sure

'You made me do this' he tells his kids

Another thougth, actually

Sam and dean where the perfect vessels because of ther lineage, cain and abel, i believe

But also bc they were representative of michael and lucy themselves

But hear me out. What if john and god are also reminiscent of each other

After all, the brothers couldn't be who they became without their father, have it be winchester or the angels

Both brothers (lucy & michael vs winchester) didnt have a mother

Had a father who was demanding

And both pairs of brothers, as established by the shwo, are the same. The loyal warrior who never doubted the father, and the fallen, who did

They could never become these people without the father, ergo, without god and john

We know john was a horrible father

So even ingoring what lucy is proposing here (god made me as I am) and my own opinions on God, the train of logic still assumes that God had to be, is, equally as abusive towards the brothers as z

John was towards the winchester brothers

Please tell me that cassete is 'Carry on wayward son' by kansas

Or no, even better, the one song by asia hahahha

WTF DEAN HAHAHAH THAT WAS NOT THE MUSIC I EXPECTED

SORRY AM I INTERUPTING SOMETHING

You know, whenever I'm annotating the episodes lke I'm doing now, it always takes me an hour to watch an episode instead of the forty minutes that it actually last

but at the speed I am annotating and thinking right now , it will genuinely take me twice as long.

like it will take me an hour and a half at least I think. (Ha! Bubbles. You fool. It nearly took you 2 hours and a half)

Youre next on my list buttercup

CASS WHERE THOSE YOUR FIRST BIG BOY WORDS! (Hey, assbutt!)

Not the molotov cocktail fhrnifhhf

WHAT THE FUCJ

CASTI3L WHAT THE DU JDUCK

Holy fuck

I need a moment

Sammy it's okay I'm here

Bunbun I am so unwell about this

Unwell

I KNEW IT

OH MY GOD I FUCKING CALLED IT

Im not crying youcrying

I love that they do this flasback bit with jus wind, and the 'tok' sound every now and then

Makes it a very strong scene

SCREAMING

ENDING ON THE HUG SCREAMING

The fact that the actual hug removes the white noise

Unwell

Oh my god

Sam is going to pull michael with him

I can feel it

Okay I think this is one of the few times the bad cgi actually kinda ruined it for me

Hes all alone

He cant be

No one who could possibly begin to understand left

Have I mentioned Im not okay

Cass

The relief in my voice when I whispered this out loud just now is ludicrous

And now, kiss

'Cass are you god?' Oh sweetie

BOBBY

this is making me think of john milton

'And as they walk hand in hand, slowly their way through eden"

Along those lines

Chuck quit yer bitchin

Dean really went, 'okay god, its personal now'

Peace, or freedom?

Holy fuck

Because he made a promise

My stomach is genuinly physically aching

The fact that even deans voice sounds broken

Actually crying rn

What if chuck is god

WHAT THE FUCK CHUCK WHERE DID YOU GO

NAH DONT TELL ME IM FUCKING RIGHT

SAM WTF

Sam? Lucy?

Sam

Oh im sorry it cant stop here wtf

How where they ever plannning on stopping like this that is unholy

1h 30 later:

I know i started spn on my own accord, but I hope you know what you did

I was eating with my parent just now, and during the entired meal (now still) carry on was playing on repeat in my head. Coming from someone who typically lives a soundtrack-free life

Another hour later:

Still recovering

Have been having imaginative co-star interviews with jared padalecki for about 2 hours now. It's a coping mechanisnm

Literally my whole day was spn

I woke up with fic. Ate lunch with an episode. Watched the finale, read more fic

I am unwell

#bubbles watches supernatural #supernatural #supernatural season 5 #supernatural season 5 finale #swan song

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modx-reborn · 3 years ago

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Okay, okay, i promise i'll stop, but the thought of tying vilbur is hot,, like

He actually thinking that he could break you, bend you on the nearest table and fuck you silly, make you cry for him and only for him, after all, you're such a pretty thing, and so kind too, being polite with everyone you talk to, doing your best to try and help anyone you see, calling him Mr. Soot every time you refer to him, it's easy for people to forget how frighteningly tall you are, and to think that you're harmless, innocent, precious

Oh Vilbur is proved so wrong the moment he found himself panting under you, your hands touching his warm skin so fast as if it wasn't even there in the first place, talking to him softy while you brush your fingertips anywere but his twitching dick. The rope digs on his wrists every time he tries to free himself to make you pay, only to be met with a harsh slap on his ass for his disobetiense. His face is burning with shame the moment a moan escape his lips, he tries so hard to focus on ways of free himself that he doesn't even realize the voice on his mind that makes him rethink that, maybe, if he starts to obey, you'll touch him for real, and your voice really doesn't help him either

"How was your day Mr. Soot?"

"Are you feeling unwell Mr. Soot? You're so red.."

"It's sad to hear that you want to do such inappropriate acts to me like...'turn me your slut' Mr. Soot..."

"Don't you know that is unpolite to not answer a question directed to you Mr. Soot?"

"Mr. Soot, you know that moans or any other sexual noises can't answer my question right?"

This got longer than i thougth sorry

Have a good day/night

Ohhh You always have good things to send me when you do.

Despite the intimidating height, you hold no one would have thought just how dominant you could be, least of all Wilbur. After all, you always called him 'Mr Soot' at every chance you got, interacting with every person on the server with such grace and kindness that you doubt anyone would have any kind of serious ill will against you but that just made all the thoughts of ruining you running through Wilbur's head that much better.

Oh how good you looked in his mids eye, all flushed and squirming under him as he defiles that innocent and pure image you have, making sure to leave mark after mark on your skin and letting you stumble dazed from his grasp. Maybe even find some way to tarnish your spotless reputation, regardless of what he may have dreamed and thought about when he actually tried to have you under him the situation was quick to change.

You had him bound before you, arms locked behind his back as you work his clothes off ignoring the shifting and attempts to free himself, the venom he spits before trying to spew bitter honeyed words at you, promising that you would not be punished too harshly if you untied him right this instance and let him do what he had planned.

Looking up at him with those same innocent eyes you laugh from where you kneel having finally pulled his pants off despite the constant attempts to kick you or push you away with his legs. Not expecting the strength in your grip when you hold him by his thighs, hoisting him up and making him wrap his legs around you to support himself.

"Now why would I do that Mr Soot? After all, you had planned on what was it you muttered earlier? Ahh yes 'Gonna fuck that innocent smile off their face and leave them a mess wanting for me and me alone.' or did I mishear you Mr Soot?"

Even now with his legs wrapped around you and your hands roaming you called him 'Mr Soot' the name-calling to something in the back of his mind, the thing that didn't want to squirm and buck away from you, a little voice that asked him to be good and listen to you, answer back with honest words and hope that you would be kind to him, even as your hands begin to pull him free of his briefs.

His hips bucking into your touch even as he continues to run his mouth, venom broken up by moans and ashamed whines as you work him up.

"Now now Mr Soot, that doesn't answer my question. Is this not what you want? Albeit a reverse, but am I wrong in thinking that you want me Mr Soot? Want to have me take you in my mouth, or let you fuck my hand like you are so desperately trying not to? Well, Mr Soot am I wrong?"

#c: wilbur #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #k: binding #k: humiliation #k: teasing #mxad #anon response

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woahajimes · 4 years ago

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So I have this little headcanon (well,,,, not really a headcanon but more of a nice-to-think-about headcanon because it would never happen but it’s- like the title- nice to think about so im sharing it here) in which they’re all going to the beach in this sorta mini-van that bruce rented. And take in mind that this is the wayne family, but at the same time most people that wear a bat on their chest,,,, so they had to whack some things up.

BUT ANYWAYS, it was Bruce’s dumbass idea to buy a van and call it a road-trip, and honestly? no one was ready. That usually happens with big families, even with one that has most kids over 18. And how everyone was on board with the idea doesn’t matter because this is my headcanon and they are all now squished in a minivan and there are bags in the back and towels in the seats and there’s a cooler on top because it didn’t fit.

and just for reference the van was like SMALL. it was sort of like the school buses but way smaller, so they’re like buses in which there are three seats in front, driver, and then like two others (the middle one doesn’t really count because that’s where you put waterbottles and stuff). There’s a sort of space in the back, where you usually put the backpacks (these are like elementary school buses and every single kid has those backpacks with wheels and it’s a pain in the ass-) and then there is another set of four seats (that’s more like a sofa but no armrest- god please have patience there is literally not a single image on google im trying to be specific- and those are facing the back of the bus (so the backrest (?) is facing the place with the bags).

THEN we have another seat that’s close to this one but facing the opposite way but it’s only THREE seats so there’s a space for the next row of three seats and then there’s the back one that’s four again.

In conclusion, you can fit 18-ish people, driver counted.

and continuing with my story, it’s Bruce driving, Alfred as shotgun, a water-bottle or two in the middle, the bags in their respective places... and then...

disaster.

Babs is the only one sitting in the four-seat closer to the bags, harper is in the three-seat, Dick is there as well.

and then there’s the rest. Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, Tim, Damian, they’re all screaming in the back and they’re throwing towels around and there’s an “OW! THAT WAS MY HAIR YOU DICKHEAD!” and a “THAT’S MINE!” and so many other things because. the back of the bus, it’s cURSED. And Bruce is just driving with a strained smile because he wants so badly to turn around and throw a waterbottle at each of their heads to get them to shut up (of course, it wouldn’t work because not even god can calm down the back of the bus)

Tim and Jason somehow get into this argument of how tim ‘has no friends’ and Tim shoots back that in fact he DOES, that he’s calling them right this instant. And bruce doesn’t even have a chance to yell at them, because now there’s a speedster and a cloned kryptonian right beside the moving minivan and Bruce is lowkey freaking out because none of them (the ones in the van and the ones out) are wearing their superhero costumes, and then Tim is just with his hands pressed on the window and he’s like practically banging the glass and waving and they can’t hear him but he’s like “HEY! HEY HYE HEY YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!” and then dick is just telling them to cut it out and slow down because you know, identities, and Steph is like HOLY SHIT THEY DID MAKE IT and Damian is just sitting upside down with his legs in the backrest off the seat and Duke is in the same position, making fun of Damian because his feet don’t reach.

Kon and Bart seem to get the hint because they slow down, but not before bart has literally jumped towards the MOVING VAN and vibrated through (i’m like 99% sure he is able to do that so-) and then he literally landed on Tim (tim actually softened his fall, because Tim’s back literally made a ~crack~ sound by hitting somebody’s knee) and stood up real quick and then started waving and laughing at kon, who was now running normal-speed beside the van.

And then bruce went FASTER and kon was like WHAT THE HECK OLD MAN and he can’t use his powers so he’s literally running behind the van and bart is laughing his ass off and then tim is like “BRUCE STOP THE VAN!” and then Bart is already calling cassie and telling her what happened and you can hear cassie laughing from over the phone and then Tim is just yelling at bruce in the background. Bruce eventually DOES stop, and Tim opens the door for him and Kon crawls in and Bart’s still laughing, and he’s practically leaning onto Dick and Harper, and they’re squished together and bart’s just laughing on the phone while Kon sits on the really far end of the opposite seat (practically on the door) so he’s the furthest from babs as possible because he’s actually terrified of her. Tim is just sorta awkward because he now realizes that he was a bit TOO excited to see kon, and then the back of the bus/van is staring at them and like what the hell and then Tim goes “who doesn’t have friends, huh?”, and Jason goes ‘pfft’ and he calls roy but he’s spending time with lian; he calls artemis and she goes, “but wasn’t this a family trip? what do you need me for?”, SO jaosn calls bizarro and then he barely answers the phone when bizarro goes “RED HER SAID NO. BYE” so Jason slumps and it’s quiet for a second when steph goes “is that GUM IN MY HAIR”. And then jason laughs and its chaos all over again. (i might make a ‘things that were heard from the back of the road trip bus post bc i have so many ideas oh my god)

and then they are at the beach, the bus barely stops and there’s a few bags thrown out the window, and people yelling at Kon to open the door, and Kon not being able to work under pressure so tim opens it and everyone’s pushing each other and Steph has an uneven strand of hair, because Damian went to ‘extreme measures’ and cut it so now steph’s hair is uneven and they were going to keep cutting it “to make it even” but then Alfred was like “you’re all going to clean the van afterwards so think carefully” and then nobody did anything and there’s literally a ziploc bag with steph’s strand of hair (damian didn’t even cut to where the gum was, he cut even FURTHER but yes, the gum is in the bag).

As I was saying, they get out of the van, and the bags are out and Bruce has NO IDEA what to do. none. It’s alfred that rents a tent and then Damian’s chasing duke into a random restaurant’s changeroom and showers and then cass is dragging harper that’s dragging steph that’s dragging jason and tim is getting the bags with Kon and bart and bart realizes that he doesn’t have a swimsuit and then he stops walking and Kon seems to realize too and it’s like OH MAN and they can’t run back (because no powers, rule set by bruce when two super-powered bros came in the bus) and They’ recarrying the bags to this tent (do you guys know what im talking about? i feel like we’re imagining completely different things- it’s this but much more people and there’s a bunch of people selling stuff like sunglasses and doign hair, piercings, tattoos even - for the tattoos thing it’s just promo for an actual shop they don’t tattoo you in the actual beach - ) and It’s literally Kon, tim and bart carrying the bags (which they CAN carry between the three, it’s not like they packed up half the manor) and then a minute later or so Steph is sprinting towards Tim and she’s yelling something Tim can’t understand and then Steph points at her bag (that tim’s carrying) and she screams something like “SAND! HOT!” and then she’s like high-knee-ing/sprinting even faster and Cass is just walking barefoot in the sand, super calm, but she’s got Harper on her back. Damian and Duke are racing towards the shadow (because the sand is cooler there), and next thing you know Jason’s aready in the tent with a coconut.

And if you haven’t thougth about how the Batfam would be in the beach then let me tell you, you don’t have enough spare time because i know for a FAT FACT that:

It was Jason that insisted on Bruce buying sand toys (a whole bag, i swear)

Damian tried coconut water, didn’t like it all that much (altho he loves the inside- idk what it’s called but it’s edible i swear)

Bruce put on an excessive amount of sunscreen

Duke has swimming trunks with the robin logo just to piss damian off (also Damian has matching ones but with the batman one)

Steph, Cass and Harper rented a banana boat (here’s a picture) and they dragged Jason and Tim along, just to toss them off in the end

Jason 1000% got stung by a jellyfish

Bruce bought like seven friendship bracelets from this guy that made them because they looked deadass cool

They played beach volleyball and let me tell you Damian can throw a really mean overhand serve (actually, i don’t think you THROW a serve, but like,,, serve one-)

dick got buried in the sand, courtesy of Jason

bart was pissy because he couldn’t go in the water, so he and Kon sprinted with normal speed (they both had water-proof anklets that sucked their powers, so it was REALLY a no-powers vacation, courtesy of Bruce, again.)

the only ones in stock were neon, and they settled real quick so now theyre sprinting back and cardying a bag of keychains they thought looked rad as hell and now tim caught up to them and all three are practically skipping towards the water

,,,,they forgot to put sunscreen on.... all of them,,, they forgot....

tim made a sand castle

in teams of two (kon/bart, tim/cass, duke/harper, steph/jason, dick/damian) got on each other shoulders and basically spent five minutes trying to see who would be the last team standing, splashing water everywhere and stuff

first team to go down was Dick and damian, because steph pushed damian and by trying to keep himself on Dick's shoulders, damian accidentally poked dick's eye (sort of CLAWED in so you know what i mean).

second team to go down was steph and jason, because damian doesnt play fair and so he swam down and literally just scratched Jason's ankle, knowing damn well that the jellyfish sting was there. Jaosn shrieked and steph lost her balance. so much for vigilantes at night with stealth and talent, huh.

third team to go down was tim and bart because kon insisted on being on bart’s shoulders and that’s easy peasy because i mean, bart’s not WEAK, but he’s not TALL either and it’s not like Kon weighs a feather and they’re on the deeper side,,,,, you can imagine the rest

Now there’s two teams, and they call it a tie because otherwise someone’s gonna end up injured (altho tim likes to say that he and cass won)

There’s music playing in the background, with really vulgar lyrics that alfred disapproves of, but you know. It’s not his beach.

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anonymousfiction211 · 4 years ago

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Loki’s Game: 1

Summary: You are working at the Avenger compound as a ICT and security specialist. Everyone thinks you are doing a good job, but you procrastinate a lot. You lie effortlessly, or so you think. When no-one other than the God of Lies and Mischief, Loki joins the team. He quickly discovers that you are lying and decides to take advantage of that.

Word Count: 2.498 words

Warnings: No smut in this chapter, but definitely in the upcoming chapters. Overall story warning: dubious consenst, BDSM, forced orgasms, overstimulation, manipulation, angst

A/N: A multiple fic which I started on AO3 and Wattpad. Thougth maybe some of you will like it as well. Next chapters will be sunday.

The alarm of your mobile started to ring. The screen showed it was 08.10 a.m. That leaves 20 minutes to get dressed and go downstairs. Almost finished you thought while typing on your laptop. You typed like your life depended on it. With your work finally finished you put on the clothes you had laid out and quickly brushed your teeth. Why do I always do this to myself? You had a month to make a new security plan, but you started a week before the deadline. The plan wasn’t bad, but it could be more detailed. Now you had to go to Tony and Steve, explaining your not-so-detailed-plan. On top of that, you were tired. You had set an alarm in the middle of the night, just so you had something to show this morning.

How, you did not know, but you made it through your presentation. Steve was supportive. Tony and he decided you could have more time to work out the details. Luckily, the presentation was recorded. When they started to ask questions, you made up answers on the spot. You now had to implement those answers for your next deadline. So, they didn’t figure out that you lied to them. They gave you two weeks. This time, I am going to start on time! Sitting at your desk you were distracted, checking social media, and watching YouTube. Suddenly you got a call from Tony, asking you to come to the living room.

Walking inside you saw that Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Tony were all there. “How is your plan coming together?” Tony asked you. “Fine, it may even be finished before the deadline” you lied. Great, after this you have to get to work. The door opened and Thor walked in. Besides him walked another men you recognized immediately, Loki. “I still think this is a bad idea” Clint said. “I know, but we need him. Thor has vouched for him” Steve commented. Thor had a tense look, Loki was just smirking and looking around. Nobody made eye-contact with him. Tony clapped his hands together “Well.. ehm.. welcome, I guess. I will give you a tour, this is (Y/N) by the way. She will give you security clearance and tell you how to work with Jarvis.” You raised your eyebrow at Tony “What is happening here?”

“Oh, I didn’t tell you. There was some suspicious activity, Loki is here to help. Or so he says. I wanted to tell you, but you were so busy with the new security plan, I didn’t want to disturb you” he said. “Oh, yeah. Super busy, lot of late nights. No problem” you lied. Lots of late nights watching Netflix that was.. you thought. You saw Loki staring at you. “He will be in the room across yours.” he then turned to Loki “Try not to disturb her, she’s one of my best employees and very busy.” You felt yourself blush at the compliment. Loki’s eyes were still fixed on you. You started to feel bad for Tony, he really thought you had been working hard. You were mentally scolding yourself for being so lazy. I will fix it in the next two weeks.

“Plan is almost finished then?” Natasha asked you. You nodded, not wanting to go into much detail of your not-so-detailed-plan. “Great, I need your help next week, think you’ve got the time?” she asked you. Shit, no.. but well, if I work a few all-nighters I have. Who needs sleep anyway? “Yeah of course, I was just telling that the plan will probably be finished before the deadline” you said. “You sure about that?” Loki said in a dry voice. Everyone just stared at him, nobody had expected him to join the conversation. “Back off, Reindeer Games. She knows what she’s doing” Tony said. Loki’s eyes narrowed at you and you looked away to the ground. Thor seemed to notice his brother staring at you “I will join the tour, shall we go now?” he said to Loki and Tony. With that the three of them left. The rest of the team was still discussing how they were feeling about Loki’s presence.

“Where’s Bruce?” Steve asked. “After his last encounter with Loki, he thought it was best to stay in the lab” Natasha told him. Steve smiled at you “I will check on him. Thor or Tony will bring Loki for the security clearance after the tour, call me if you don’t want to be alone with him.” You watched him leave and then left yourself. You sat back down at your desk and started to work on your secret planning. First you listed everything you needed to get done to finish the security plan. Then you made an overview of your time the next two weeks. I should have told Natasha I didn’t have time. With this planning that meant at least two nights you had to work through. You had to plan them accordingly, so nobody would notice how exhausted you were. Luckily, there were two days most of the team would be away. I hate myself for not starting on time. After your planning, your eye caught the Netflix logo on one of your tabs and you decided that you could watch one episode, before starting your long workday.

You were halfway through the episode. “Busy?” a low voice asked you from behind. You jumped from your chair and quickly closed your laptop. Turning around you saw Loki leaning against the wall in the doorway. His posture was casual and relaxed, but you couldn’t help starting to feel like you were in trouble. He walked towards you and you forgot how to breath. He took a seat in the chair across from yours and put his feet on your desk. He was leaning back slightly. His eyes never left yours. His eyes were a beautiful emerald colour, but the gaze they had made you feel like a deer in headlights. Suddenly, you were very aware that if he decided to kill you, he could with a snap of his finger. “Lost your tongue?” he asked. That’s when you realized that you hadn’t answered his question. “No, I’m not busy. You just startled me, that’s all” you said. Your voice sounded a little higher than you had hoped. You took a deep breath and sat back down in your seat.

Loki smirked at you “But I thought you were extremely busy?”. His voice sounded too innocent for the look he was giving you. “W- well.. I- I am. But I- eh.. I meant.. just knock next time you come here.” you stammered. “That didn’t sound convincing at all” he said. You saw a small glint in his eyes, which appeared immediately. “Thor said I should come here for security clearance, so I could walk freely around the building.” “Yeah right, ehm.. a moment please” you said. You started to type on your computer, entering Loki’s clearance. Feeling more nervous every second that passed. Loki was still staring at you. God, I wished he just looked at something else. You started to type faster and began your explanation of Jarvis to him. He cut you off after one sentence and rolled his eyes. “My brother might not know much about your primitive technology, but I do. No need to explain it, little one” You blushed at the nickname. “S- so eh.. you have now clearance and can walk around freely. If there’s nothing else I can do for you..” you didn’t finish the sentence and motioned at the door.

Loki stood up from his chair. Thank god you thought. However, he didn’t walk towards the door. He walked around your desk and stood right behind you. You felt goosebumps starting to form. “W- what are you doing?” you asked him. Your voice trembled. He put one hand on your shoulders and leaned down. His touch froze your whole body. You felt his breath tickle your earlobe. Fuck, he’s hot. Your breath hitched, you were surprised by your own thought. Where did that come from? You heard Loki chuckle in your ear and the first instinct you had was to jump up from your chair. He didn’t let you and held you firm in place with his hand on your shoulder. He is so much stronger than me. You started to panic, not knowing what to do. You sat as still as possible and stared at your screen. The screen was showing your episode on Netflix. “You are not going to finish” he whispered in your ear. “I wonder what Stark thinks of his model employee, wasting her time, his time, everyone’s time. I was surprised they didn’t notice your lies” he put his other hand also on your other shoulder.

You started to breath faster, unable to make up your mind. Running was not an option, and you were unable to speak a word, let alone form a sentence and tell him to fuck off. The sudden image of Loki bending you over your desk and taking you from behind crossed your mind. What the hell? No, not with him. You kept it a secret that you were extremely attracted to dominant men. You were ashamed of it. It felt demeaning to have a man control you like that. Usually, you had strong will-power and were opinionated. In bed with your former partners, you always were on top or in control. “You know, the soldier told me about your new security plan, he was very impressed with your presentation this morning. Did he know you made everything up on the spot?” You didn’t know how he knew that. You lowered your head, staring at the ground. “No” you whispered. Loki stroked his thumb across your collar bone. You took a deep breath, unable to decide if you were fearful of him or turned on by his touch.

You suddenly felt his tongue against your earlobe, flicking it. He started to kiss softly against the top of your neck. Trailing downwards towards your collar bone. His other hand travelled down to your breast. You forgot how to breath again and felt yourself heat up. I should do something. Get away, tell him to stop. But you didn’t move a muscle or say a word. He was massaging your breast and you felt your upper body lean into his touch. Damn.. you thought. This felt so wrong but also so right. “I think I am going to like my stay here” he hummed against your collar bone. The vibration on your skin sends a shot of arousal to your core. He suddenly grabbed your throat and squeezed it to cut off your breathing. “From now on you do as I tell you. One wrong move and I will expose you to Stark, you got that?” He loosened his grip somewhat, but not enough for you to get air. You started to nod as fast as you could. He laughed “If you try to scream or tell anyone about this you will pay.” He then let go of your throat. “Now, be a good girl and get back to work” he whispered in your ear. You were breathing heavily, trying to process everything that just happened. When you looked behind you, you saw that Loki was already gone.

When you caught your breath, you contemplate your options. If you told someone about it, you surely would be fired. Maybe I can tell Steve? He always has my back. But you also lied to Steve a lot, and he was so impressed by your work. Nope, not an option. Maybe quitting? There was no way you would ever find a job you loved so much and paid so well. Plus, you have gotten quite close with most of the members on the team. I could tell Natasha. She might know a way out. But she would surely ask why you hadn’t castrated Loki, or at least tried, when he started to touch you. You couldn’t admit to her that a part, buried deep within you, liked to be treated that way. I could finish my work, and if Loki tries anything again then tell them. They would believe you over the God of Lies after all. And with your work done, Loki couldn’t show any proof of his accusations. The only other thing you needed to do was to avoid him as much as possible. After this encounter, you didn’t want to know what he would want you to do. Maybe a little… you thought. He is tall, and you could feel his abs through his leather jacket. If you didn’t know anything about him and met him in a club, you definitely would have let him take you home.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. You snapped your head to see who it was. Thor was standing there. “Are you okay?” he asked. You froze, thinking he had witnessed the whole thing. “I’m fine” you said, hoping he would believe the lie. “Good, Loki likes to scare and play with people. So, I thought I check up on you” he gave you a genuine smile. “Also… I wondered if maybe you would want to have dinner with us tonight?”. You looked at him with a questioning look on your face. “Sorry?” you asked him. Thor started to let his hand go through his hair. His posture changed a bit, he looked more nervous. “Well, bringing Loki here was necessary. But I’m worried about how he will fit in and he needs to. Plus, he will be here a long time. So, I was hoping you would help me with him and maybe get to know him a bit? If he knows someone, he usually lights up.” he gave you a pleading look. “You two actually are very similar in some ways.” he said quickly. “N- not that I mean.. I didn’t mean..” he stammered. “I didn’t mean it as an insult, I just think you two could be friends, that’s all” he sighed. I really don’t have time to spend a whole evening trying to befriend the guy that just made my life hell. I really need to work. You looked at Thor, who was putting on his best puppy eyes. You sighed “Fine, but I have to finish some things for work. So, I cannot make it too late.” Thor grinned widely at you. He walked towards you and engulfed you in a big hug. “Mortal over here, Thor” you said while he was squeezing the tiny amount of air you had in your lungs out. “Thank you Lady (Y/N)!” he boomed. “Just come to his room around six o’clock, I will take care of dinner.”

Thor left your office. Great, tonight is going to be so much fun you thought sarcastically. You turned towards your laptop and opened your document, finally getting to work on your security plan.

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the realest of selves

this is the namkook fic i told yall i was working on, the birthday friend already recived it so i thougth id post it! its not feederism and its very fluffy. hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28723872/chapters/70426767

9/9 chapters 6.4 words

tags: established relationship, misunderstandings, fluff, happy ending

the one where jungkook falls in love again through namjoon’s poems, without knowing its him

Moma Muji.

That's the brand of the notebook Jungkook has in his hands… or, hand actually. It's rather small.

Must be passport sized.

He doesn’t own one of these.

He fumbles with it curiously. No, Jungkook doesn’t pick random objects he finds laying around; his mother raised him right.

But this wasn’t just any random object, this notebook had been left abandoned at Jungkook’s favorite desk in the college library. Specifically perfect because nobody used it: desk free of bumps from the scribbles or from people who wrote with too much force, minimal amount of gum stuck beneath it (He aspired for zero, but his dreams had been crushed pretty early on to his college life). The positioning was perfect too, far enough that the library’s wifi didn’t reach it, which was practically useless with the amount of work covered students plaguing the place constantly; but if he needed too, he could connect to the wifi from the classrooms nearby (And Jungkook went to the library at night time so… no classes happening at all)

It's the perfect desk and if something was left forgotten here, then it means it isn’t his anymore.

Which means he has the right to investigate.

The ragged, leather like texture feels expensive against his fingers. If he had to name the color, it would be a slightly darker version of a persian green; it's pretty. Jungkook can’t imagine someone using this for any academic purposes, given the size. He keeps playing around with it in his hands, hesitant.

It is one thing to pick up a stranger’s notebook on the desk, but to open it? It's a completely different violation of privacy. And he said it before: his mother raised him right.

Muji is an artsy brand right? These types of stationary notebooks probably have an information slot where he can find information; a name at least. Something to make hipsters who buy Muji, feel like their notebook is more special and personalized.

If he wants to find the owner he has to open it, doesn’t he?

No. Jungkook could simply deliver it to the librarian and let the owner look for it themselves.

Curiosity is killing him, though. To the point he was already opening the notebook even before he finished that thought. Eyes wide and fingers eager as he leans forward to find what he is looking for.

This notebook belongs to:

the Real Me

Oh.

Oh fuck.

This person is more hipster than Jungkook had even prepared himself to.

That tells him… absolutely nothing.

Hope you’re happy, Jungkook thinks to himself, directing it to the random hipster stranger.

As spiteful as he is of this infuriating halt that was brought to his detective adventure, he has to admit, the vulnerability of the stranger’s answer did absolutely nothing to calm his curiosity.

There's a few moments of quiet, just Jungkook and the first page staring at one another, as if daring him to look further, to sink deeper into the real authentic version of someone he has never even met.

I promise I won’t judge. He thinks apologetically as he flips the page.

In the blood you shed in the winter i was born red

Plum blossom in the snow:

Camellia,

Daffodil

Yeah, yeah, you can call me whatever you want

Listen up, winter you’ve bloomed me

Now I’m going to burn my branches blue

06/01/20

He gasps, as if Jeongguk had been holding his breath the entire time while reading it.

Moma Muji, passport size.

He looked it up when he got back to his dorm. It is in fact passport sized, the same exact measurements as a passport: 4.92 x 3.36 inches. How funny is that?

Jungkook had intended to continue reading in the library. But after...that, a feeling took over him that he was opening in a place far too public for the realest self of the (apparently) poet.

A poet…

There's a dreamy sigh that leaves his lips.

Anyways! The point is he took the notebook to his dorm and is now preparing himself to read more of it; from the safety of the locked door.

I’m real good, but a little uncomfortable

I’m still not sure if I’m a dog or a pig or what else

But then other people put a pearl necklace on me

So much blabbering

One says ‘run’ another says ‘stop’

This one says `look at the forest`

That one says ‘look at the wildflower’

My shadow, I wrote and called it ‘hesitation’

So they really are a poet.

In the back of Jungkook’s head he had expected for that first one to just be a silly quote this person added to the beginning of their notebook; maybe from a song from a band that they brag about listening to before it was popular.

But it's not…. this person is a poet…

This person is a romantic . The thought comes with a warmth that spreads across his cheeks.

It's obvious, these are romance poems. The first one, speaking about falling in love in the winter, about how delicate the poet’s significant other makes them feel; as delicate as these winter blooming flowers, comparing himself to a plant that burns under their love even during the winter. Love is getting them through the cold.

The second poem, however, is a lot less optimistic. Clearly the poet is battling their own feelings of inadequacy with the flattering words of their partner. They think of themself as a pig or a dog while they’re being treated with love. Different directions and orders are being directed to the poet are the contradicting opinions of themself: the ones they hear of their own and the ones from their partner.

So they’re probably in a relationship , he thinks with a little apprehension.

Not that it matters to Jungkook what this literal stranger is doing with their romantic life. He has to remind himself that, given that just the two poems had been able to give Jungkook a sensation of… odd familiarity; as if he knows this person already. It seemed as if with those poems he had gotten a glimpse of the poet’s two sides.

Obviously, the poems already showed two sides regarding the theme of love: safety and doubt. But aside from that, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice the difference in the way of expressing these sides: while the first poem was melodic and metaphorical, the second one held a language that sounded just a lot more accessible and down to earth.

This person must have thought about this relationship a lot.

It doesn’t matter, and it most certainly doesn’t affect him; so Jungkook shuts the notebook closed. He’ll just go about his day.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches.

Why does Jungkook remember the exact size?

Hell, why is he thinking about that notebook at all?!

Jungkook had rushed out, stumbling into his running shoes and beanie. Joonie had invited him to go out for a run even though they’re well into winter. And Jungkook… he is smitten enough to say yes.

But, nobody can blame him. He always has so much fun when he is with Namjoon… Or well, he tends to have fun, when his mind isn’t keeping him distracted with useless things!

Useless things like the way Namjoon’s route goes by a huge Camellia bush.

Yeah yeah call me whatever you want

Would Joon like it if he called him Camellia? Would his branches burn blue with love?

“Jungkook-ah, you’ll trip if you keep running that deep into your head, baby.” His endeared tone calls him out of the deep trance. His voice is a little breathless from running, he does so effortlessly while talking after years of taking this same route. The youngest has to shake his head a little bit, for a moment, Namjoon’s voice still sounded a little bit far away.

“You look like you saw a ghost, whats up?” For some reason, his boyfriend’s obliviousness only leads Jungkook to one conclusion: Namjoon hasn’t noticed the Camellia bush.

Of course he hasn’t, why would he?

Jungkook… Can’t ignore the sour disappointment in his tongue.

…

Odd.

They’ve stopped running now.

You still have to answer something, Jungkook.

“Oh.. I was just-..” He cuts himself off. Doing what? Judging Namjoon for not meeting the standards of a random poet?

“Those flowers are pretty.” Jungkook finds his voice a little softer, gesturing to the bush a little bit behind him; still at arms reach. He can’t help but sound shy, the answer he came with on the spot was… rather silly.

But, at least it was true , he thinks as his eyes linger over the gorgeous splashes of pink.

Namjoon’s expression is startled for a second, before melting into tooth rotting fondness. “You like Camellias?” Jungkook can feel the older’s eyes on him, tender and loving; before his hand is reaching tenderly for the bush.

He can’t lie, Jungkook is a little hypnotized by the way Namjoon’s knuckles look caressing the flower carefully. “So, do you?” The young hadn’t realized he had forgotten to breathe at the sight, Namjoon’s voice grounding him yet again from his wandering thoughts.

His nod comes hurriedly, thank god Namjoon is used to his spacing out; his chuckles help Jungkook’s shoulders sag down relaxed. He hadn’t even realized he had tensed them in the first place. “They only bloom in the winter… Feels special.” A shy smile grows on his face as he eyes up at Namjoon; he is already staring at the younger with a soft look.

“Who would have guessed you knew about flowers.” There's something gently amused about his tone, playful and flirty. It still makes Jungkook feel exposed.

He doesn’t know about flowers. He just looked up the flowers on his way from the library. But of course Namjoon would pick up on it, his boyfriend has been into botany since before they even started dating.

Meanwhile Jungkook… has no excuse. He tries to hide it in his face. “Only after spending so much time with you! ”He exclaims softly, nudging his shoulder against his boyfriend’s. Jungkook hadn’t realized they were so close, his hand goes to meet Namjoon’s where it's cradling the flower. “Do you have one of these?” His voice comes out quietly, too caught up admiring the sight of their big hands holding the almost hyperbolically delicate flower.

Do you imagine the poet cares for Camellias and Daffodils?

Namjoon chuckles softly, for some reason, it feels like he is reading Jungkook’s thoughts. “No, they’re a little too hard to maintain just for a pretty flower that comes once a year.”

Oh… He can’t help his disheartened reaction.

“Hey, don’t look so disappointed.” Jungkook’s eyes snap from where they were stranded on the flower, Namjoon’s hand isn’t there anymore; but he can distinctively feel a hand gingerly tucking a strand of hair into Jungkook’s beanie. Handling the younger in a similar fashion than he did the flower. “We can come take care of this one every once in a while; I’m sure I got some ericaceous fertilizer saved up.” His eyes meet Namjoon, smiling tenderly.

Jungkook can feel his chest tighten in affection. A grin spreads across his face. “This is just an excuse for you to take me in more runs with you, isn’t it?” He can barely hold his accusing laugh, launching forward to press his fists to Namjoon’s chest; it earns a roll of his eyes, but Jungkook can the tremble of a laugh under his hands.

“Can’t even start a nice project with your boyfriend anymore. Romance is so dead.” His attempts for sound annoyed are laughable. And the answer only makes it more obvious what Namjoon’s intentions truly were.

Romance can’t be dead, though. Not as long as that Moma Muji, passport sized, 4.92 x 3.36 inch notebook is sitting in his dorm.

He feels guilt as he side eyes the notebook laying on his bedside table. Especially with the feeling of Namjoon’s plush lips lingering on his cheek from when he just dropped Jungkook by his room.

Especially when that persian green cover is a mocking reminder of the Camellia bush they encountered; reminding Jungkook that the flower mentioned in the poem has no relation to Jungkook’s life outside from the confines of that green leather cover.

Reminding Jungkook of how… oddly disappointed he is by that fact.

He plops heavily on his bed, arm reaching for his bedside table. When he grips the notebook and opens it, he does it spitefully.

I wanted to have the sea so I swallowed it up

But I’m even thirstier than before

Is what I know really an ocean?

Or a blue dessert?

Maybe it's the soothing feeling of his stomach full from the food he had with Namjoon after his run.

Maybe it's the dark outside his window, allowing his thoughts to think of someone, somewhere, who can’t have enough of their lover.

He doesn’t know… But he manages to fall asleep.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover.

The guilt follows him like a shadow.

Damn, he is even thinking in poems now.

He can't help it! He can’t help the way that, despite Namjoon giving him everything, he still longs for a romance like the one in the poems. Everyday, Jungkook sinks a little deeper into the vulnerable self of the poet; his heart fluttering at their verses while simultaneously expecting Namjoon to keep up with him. Keep up with his sensitive tugging of his heartstring that his boyfriend doesn't seem to be syncing to.

In fact, Namjoon seems to be more weary of Jungkook’s attempts at romance. Acknowledging them for sure and just, he isn’t de--escalating his gestures… But… he seems weary of them.

We need the scenery of the night more than anyone

You are the only one, that comforts me more than anything

Thinking “don’t think” it's a thought on itself, you know?

With your falling eyes I look at the night sky again

We are each other's night view

We are each other's moon

The poet said, and Jungkook thought while standing on the balcony of Namjoon’s apartment. The both of them are way too under-dressed for the weather; clouds looking menacing above them; hunched over the railing shoulders pressed together.

It's calm, however, Jungkook feels like his heart will beat out of his chest. Too many words, too many emotions that he can feel bottling up in chest; threatening to spill in a way that he fears is quite too vulnerable to present to Namjoon.

“I really need moments like these.” It feels as if with the help of the poet,Jungkook was able to really grow more comfortable voicing out his thoughts like these. A fear he had to explain to Namjoon when they first started dating, nervously reassured him that he did want a relationship; despite his lack of enthusiasm.

He was so embarrassed back then… Still dealing with the aftermath of a self-homophobic past.

“What about them?” He can feel Namjoon side-eyeing him with a smile.

Of course he doesn’t get it.

That’s something else Jungkook has been losing his grip of: the snarky comments that come out of Namjoon's… inadequacy? He shouldn’t even be calling it that, not when Namjoon has given him everything. It's just, lately, the more Jungkook grows in his romantic acts and words, the more it seems Namjoon is just… playing dumb.

He isn’t picking up any of his signals.

It's getting frustrating.

It's like Namjoon is just backing down when things were starting to get serious for them.

And that fucking hurts.

“Nothing, forget it.” He mumbles eyes still strained on the city infront of them. “It's getting late anyways, I should probably head back.” He can’t hide the distance in his voice. They had agreed Jungkook was staying over, and it's obvious how that objection hangs off Namjoon's tongue as he stares a little widened. Jungkook answers before he can speak. “I have early class tomorrow, it's better if I go from my dorm.”

Somehow, the disappointment grows on his boyfriend’s face more at that. “Oh…” Jungkook fights the urge to kiss the pout off his pouting lips. “Yeah you’re right it would just be… inconvenient to stay here.”

When Jungkook leaves, he feels a heaviness in his chest. But he chooses to ignore it.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages.

24 of them, ruled, though only 16 are being used. Jungkook knows because he counted them, even if he hasn’t gotten to read everything he skimmed through the pages in a weak attempt to distract his mind. The unnecessary but easy counting of the pages, most of them double-sided in their use, except for the last one (They must have gotten tired of the ink bleeding through the pages, Jungkook asumes), helps keep his mind off last night.

Not that he has anything he needs distraction from. He is fine.

Him and Namjoon are fine .

No big fight occurred, no insensitive one sided fallout, no revolutionary discovery. But why does Jungkook feel so… off?

So neglected, so scammed, so robbed of a romance he could be having but doesn’t have. That Namjoon doesn’t let him have.

Jungkook always does this, he always feels so intensely, always too needy and too ready to fall in love. At a speed and intensity that doesn’t match others. He had revealed so much of himself to Namjoon, had been so open about his devotion, his complete and thorough adoration; and he convinced himself to believe Namjoon was okay with his arduous loving.

But if Jungkook took a second to think about it, he had been a fool to think that. Namjoon, his Namjoon is a philosopher by default, a thinker, he dissects, and recognizes, and categorizes, and doubts . Namjoon has so many doubts. About everything really, so perceptive of his surroundings he theorizes about things that aren't his business, except they are because Namjoon has an interest for every little thing in this world.

And it's as enamouring, as it is deadly.

Namjoon questions, questions himself, his intentions, his moral, his relationships, his worthiness .

It’s been four years.

But it's never too late for Namjoon to have second doubts. Even when Jungkook is sinked… so, so deep..

Maybe they aren’t meant to b-

Maybe Jungkook should read a poem.

Parting is to me, a tear that blooms unknowingly in my eyes

All the things we couldn’t say flow out

And lingering feelings crawl up my face

Parting is the reward that comes only at the end

Of my play of lies

It feels like hours as Jungkook stares at it, entranced. Only when he sees a teardrop make the ink bleed and smudge, is when he is snapped out of it.

He sets the notebook down in his night stand. Jungkook doesn’t feel like reading anymore of it, the knot on his chest only tightened by the unhelpful words of the poem.

He read enough .

Jungkook curls to his side dejected, as if offended at the poet and his own relationship problems.

Maybe romance is dead after all.

He feels his shoulders tremble in what's a sob shaking its way out of his lungs. Is he really going to give up Namjoon? Just for a romance that clearly isn’t as perfect as he thought it was?

He can’t.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used.

That's what he thinks when his hand reaches for the notebook almost in a hurry. Jungkook had run back from that dreadful early class, he was barely able to concentrate, a plan forming in his head just as he was about to go to sleep dejected and sad. It kept him all night from the nerves of it all. He has to make things right, and the lack of sleep didn’t stop his adrenaline as it made his mind wander even with the professor explaining in front of him.

The point is Jungkook has the notebook and is desperately running to Namjoon’s apartment.

Guess all those winter runs served some purpose at least.

Maybe he is being stupid for running in negative number weather in clothes that were apropriate for his ac-heated classroom. But fuck it.

Romance is alive, and Jungkook is the breathing, sprinting, embodiment of it.

When he reaches Namjoon’s apartment, his throat feels like it has shards of ice poking at it with every deep swallow of air, the skin across his cheeks and nose sporting a blush from the cold and knife-like wind across his face running here. His hair is a mess, there’s definitely sweat stains under his arms, and he most definitely looks insane.

He also kinda forgot to tell Namjoon he was coming over, he knows his boyfriend’s schedules and routines so he should be home right now. He always has friday morning’s off. So he doesn’t bother letting Namjoon know, rather fumbling with his shaky, numb fingers to reach for the spare key. The ends of his hands are also red from the cold, tingling and making his movements clumsy.

But he manages to put the key into the whole regardless. And feeling quite proud of himself and with adrenaline still pumping through his veins, he opens the door.

Namjoon is standing near the door, hunched over halfway through putting on his shoes, looking up surprised. It seems as if adrenaline was only willing to get him this far, as it leaves Jungkook’s body completely.

“Babe…” Namjoon’s voice is cutely stunned, with his eyes widened and plump lips adorably parted with a mouth that stays ajar. “What are you doing here?”

“Where were you going?” Jungkook asks instead of answering. His voice is embarrassingly small for someone who took a 35 minute run without an ounce of doubt. Maybe he's just out of breath.

Oh god, Namjoon was leaving, he has stuff to do Jungkook came at a bad time, he is probably over exaggerating and took all of this way out of proportion and Namjoon didn’t even think anything was wrong at all and he is just making a big scene for nothing being the big, needy baby that he is; bothering Namjoon with his useless emotions-

“Your dorm.” He replies so simply, like sinceirty costs him nothing when it's to Jungkook. “I asked first though.” And his tone isn't accusatory as it is teasing.

Namjoon doesn’t specify, but something inside him wants to believe the older was on his way to do the same as Jungkook.

“I...I wanted to tell you something?” He can’t help but sound doubtful. Even when he knows Namjoon is on his way to see him, even when his eyes are soft enough to melt the shard of ice growing on Jungkook's throat; he can’t seem to recognize if it's from the run or the anxiety. “It's kinda silly, though.” He can’t help but coax that out as well. from the outside one would consider Jungkook is belittling his feelings, yet belittling it makes it less of a big deal and maybe it can calm the speeding rate of his heartbeat.

“It must be important if you came right after class.” Namjoon says taking off the single shoe he had managed to put on and properly stand up straight eyeing Jungkook. “Did you run all the way from the bus station? Jungkook…” He scolds, taking Jungkook's frozen hands into his own bigger warmer ones and drags him in.

Jungkook for a moment has to hold back a snicker imagining Namjoon’s reaction if he knew how he actually got here. And he looks so cute with his small frown and determined expression already. He can feel his own heart sizing up as Namjoon drags him by the hands into the couch, hushing about Jungkook being too careless and too underdressed as he drapes a heavy blanket over his shoulders.

He feels cared for, it's nice.

It's only when Namjoon forced a hot cup of tea into Jungkook’s hands, that they slowly start to regain their feeling, that the older sits back down next to him on the couch. His eyes are concerned, unsure, as if all this had just been an excuse to make time, before he inevitably has to ask. “What-uh--What did you want to tell me?” He manages to smile, but Jungkook knows him all too well.

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t falter though, he is ready to do this. He needs to do this.

“You...you’re probably wondering what happened to me yesterday.” Namjoon’s expression drops at that nodding a bit quickly, eagerly, and all too endearingly. Jungkook really made him worry, didn’t he?

“I was upset over some rando’s romantic poems,because--well its stupid but- they were so corny and romantic, they actually made me doubt what you and I have.” He can't help the incredulous tone of his voice because, saying it outloud finally, it really is so ridiculous. Jungkook shakes his head smiling, as if humored.

When his eyes find Namjoon again, they melt with love at the older’s stunned expression. “I convinced myself we were out of sync, or that you weren’t getting anything I sent your way. But it was just those stupid corny poems getting to me.” He sets the cup down, hands warm enough to hold Namjoon’s.

“But I am stupid, and corny, and in love.” He feels his own cheeks burning. “So I want to dedicate these poems to you.” Jungkook knows his smile is giddy like a childs as he reaches for his pocket taking the infamous notebook and handing it to Namjoon with an excited smile.

His boyfriend still looks stunned, and Jungkook can only think about how much smaller the passport sized notebook fits in his hands; even when Jungkook’s own hands aren’t particularly small, it's his boyfriend’s fault for being so family-sized.

With a great amount of strength, he forces himself to stop looking at his boyfriend’s gorgeous hands as he skims through the pages. He is a little surprised to find a frown on Namjoon’s brow, an anxious feeling settling over the younger at the bottom of his stomach.

“How much did you read of it?” Namjoon asks eyes staying glued to the notebook on his lap, avoiding Jungkook’s wide vulnerable eyes.

“U-uh.. I read… I read the first five, though--though the fifth one isn't romantic I only want the first four of them for you. They--I think they fit perfectly into my--my feelings for you.” Jungkook is growing nervous by the second, Namjoon’s eyes stay strained on the notebook, as Jungkook grows more and more convinced that he is exposing too much too intensely again.

“So you didn’t read the whole thing.” For the first time since Jungkook handed him the notebook, Namjoon’s eyes traveled to meet Jungkook’s unsure eyes. He can’t find his voice so he just shakes his head, and that makes his boyfriend's shoulders relax with a sigh. “Okay that explains it.”

“Ex-Explains what?”

“None of those poems are romantic, Jungkook-ah.”

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used, poems 1-5 non-romantic themes (allegedly).

“How--how would you know?” Jungkook asks almost defensively, as if standing up for the stranger poet with fanaticism.

Namjoon winces as if it pains him to say it. “I left the notebook by your desk, its uh--mine.” He was avoiding Jungkook’s eyes until now, staring up at him vulnerable, but with a small smile. “They aren’t romantic poems.”

Jungkook’s world stops for just a second, the shock is evident on his face. He is beginning to open his mouth to speak again but he can’t find anything in his seemingly hollow head to say anything. “Well...That’s embarrassing.” He manages to say, feeling the tip of his ears burn.

He made that whole love scene.

“I believe the reader can find more than one structured meaning to the poems, it's not that my meaning is above yours just because I wrote it.” Namjoon explains, and maybe it's his imagination, but he sounds a lot more comfortable having seen his own loss of words on Jungkook’s tongue. He is handing him back the notebook, the older’s smile is almost as giddy as his when he first started his monologue.

“That sounds like bullshit to make me feel better.” He manages to joke with a grin.

“You should read it, the ending” Namjoon’s smile turns warm. He didn’t deny it. Sounds like, thinking the creator’s intentions are equal to the perception of the auciende, is bullshit after all. “It's kinda important.” There's humor in his voice and a pout forms on the younger’s lips.

“Well I liked to appreciate them one poem at a time!” He defends but it's harmless under Namjoon’s loving stare.

“You could have just recognized my handwriting, baby.” Jungkook’s face blushes in embarrassment.

“And take away all the mystery? No.”

Jungkook’s fingers are hurried and clumsy as he flips over the pages, at first eyeing the poems that had already plagued his mind for weeks. And as he continues forward finding more scribbles and poems, only recognizing a word or two before skipping until he reached the last pages. His heart threatened to beat its way out of Jungkook’s chest.

He is pretty sure he is on page 14 when he meets what he is looking for.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used, poems 1-5 non-romantic themes (confirmed by author: Jungkook’s boyfriend).

Jungkook

His own name stares back at him as he prepares himself for what's next. But he can't find it in himself to feel afraid, not with the weight of Namjoon’s adoring eyes on him.

If you’ve reached this part is because you managed to read through this notebook and whatever I coax out of myself to write in it. I

If you reached this part, then it means you managed to get through all the ugly that I put in here, all my doubts and fears and sour thoughts, I displayed them to you.

Because you make me believe that all my ugly insides are worthy of love; that my entire self is somehow deserving of you. You make me want to show you my realest self.

So, I did. And even if it hasn’t happened I’m terrified of the thought already; no one has made me sink as deep as you, while simultaneously lifting me up higher than ever.

For some reason, I get the feeling I’m exaggerating, since you always find a way to love the unlovable parts of myself. But despite that, I want to give you something pretty, and worthy of love.

I used to be one of those whatever people

I didn’t believe in what real love is

I used to say habitually “I want to love”

But I found myself. The whole new myself.

I met you and did I realize that I’m a book

I want to be the best man for you

It's probably naturally because you are my world itself

You are my beginning and the end itself

I wanna become part of your bookcase

I wanna interfere in your novel as your lover.

What would it be like if I really went to you?

If I went to you, would you be sad?

If I am not the one, what would I be?

In the end, would you leave me too?

The wind wind wind that grazes me

I hope that isn’t just this.

My feelings are blue blue blue

My entire head is filled with blue

How much much much

How much much much you…

You’re my person

You’re my wind

You’re my pride

You’re my love

You’re my love.

Jungkook, I want to share my ugly and my pretty with you, I want to let you see me whole .

Would you move in with me?

“You...You didn’t just imagine me acting off sync.” Namjoon breaks the suffocating silence as Jungkook’s widened eyes leave the sixteenth page of the notebook. It looks like the older’s expression has softened, even if sadly. “I thought you had read it all and just...didn’t know how to reject me.” He smiles but it's gloomy eyes avoiding the younger, as if he had assumed this was a fact.

A little bit of Jungkook’s heart breaks at that.

A life shared with Namjoon, Namjoon who trusts Jungkook the deepest parts of his being, that trusts in Jungkook’s ability to love, to treat him delicately around ugly insides, and grounding against a weak trembling frame.

Like he looks right now, eyes nervous and strained on Jungkook as his hands fondle with each other shoulders raising and falling shakily with quivering breaths. Jungkook doesn’t even have to think twice.

Both his hands reach for Namjoon’s shoulders, making sure his entire attention is on him. Namjoon's lowered head perks up startled. “Joonie… I’m sorry your plan didn’t work out the way you intended.” He smiles apologetically and he lets his hands slide down Namjoon’s arms and onto his fiddling hands. “But it's not like it matters.” His tone it's relaxed but it doesn’t seem to calm Namjoon, not even with the stroking of his thumbs over the older's hand.

There's a question rising up the older’s throat but Jungkook doesn’t let it. “It doesn’t matter because... I want to move in with you.” He sees all the tension leave Namjoon’s expression into pure surprise, endearing enough that it coaxes a giggle out of Jungkook, tugging his bigger hands closer to him, kissing him softly; surprised to find Namjoon kissing back with what he can only imagine is all the pent up emotion from this week.

He doesn’t question it for long, he can never think all that much when Namjoon is kissing him.

“Where are you going? We already have everything.” Jungkook questions his boyfriend as he starts to exit their apartment door; which is currently filled with boxes they just brought back from Jungkook’s former dorm.

“I just have one more thing to get from my car.” He kisses the top of Jungkook’s head and without any more explanation he leaves through the door. Leaving Jungkook by himself for the first time in this entire hectic day.

The apartment looks messy, or well, messier than usual; Namjoon always tried to be neat for his boyfriend’s sake, and succeeded a few times. Most times, Jungkook would find him covered in work and would offer to clean for him, claiming to be ‘trophy wife’ material. Its catastrophic now, covered in boxes, Jungkookisn’t a hoarder but Namjoon’s apartment is what one would politely call ‘cozy’. It's catastrophic, yet Jungkook can only feel his heart size up in excitement and giddiness; as if completely unaffected by the mess like he normally would.

It's just hard to focus on the mess, when every time he tries to he sees traces of himself in this apartment: in his box of old CDs that will go in a shared collection with Namjoon’s, or how his boyfriend indulged him by taking Jungkook’s energy crystals out of the moving box and into the spaces of the apartment here they belong (even when it's obvious he doesn’t believe in them for a second), or the way Namjoon got some of Jungkook’s photos printed out and framed so they can decide where to hang them sometime this week.

He’s only been living here for half a day, and Namjoon’s place is already his.

Well, to be fair, Namjoon has been his for a considerably longer amount of time. And that fact alone is enough to make Jungkook stand just the slightest bit taller than before.

Yes he is proud, sue him.

“Back.” Namjoon announces softly shutting the door, and taking out his snow soaked boots, with a hand suspiciously behind his back.

In a wave of confidence Jungkook can’t help the flirty smile as he walks over to his boyfriend. “Yes, back.” A hand settles over the short hairs of Namjoon’s nape, caressing softly. “What’s behind it?” He tilts his head to the side with a smile that tries to be seductive but only manages to be bright.

“Can’t get anything past you, can I?” Namjoon’s face splits into a grin staring down slightly to Jungkook; he isn’t that short! It's just… they’re so close.

“No you can not. I own this place and I’ll establish a customs directorate right at the doorstep.” His grin is wide, cocky almost with its jokes; hands still mindlessly playing with Namjoon’s hair with arms hooked over his shoulders.

“You own the place? Does that mean you’ll pay your share of the bill?” A raised eyebrow is all Jungkook needs for his facade to collapse.

“Nooo, I think you misheard me. I just said this is my boyfriend’s place? My super generous, compassionate and broken college student boyfriend, he is great.” If hsi tone sounds desperate he doesn't care, it makes Namjoon chuckle, and that's all that matters. “No customs. But please show me? Please?” Maybe he is whining, laying limp against Namjoon’s firm torso while he whines like a child.

But you can’t criticize him for it, when it works.

“You are impossible to resist, you know it's not fair.” He says rolling his eyes and shoving Jungkook off of him, with the hand that he has available. Once they're at a comfortable distance he reveals.

A potted Camellia.

“I bet that mean poet had you pretty bummed about not having one of these.” His tone is joking but soft, adoring as a pink tone spreads over his cheeks.

Jungkook’s cheeks hurt from smiling as he nears Namjoon again, the potted plant being the only thing separating them. “He did.” He meets Namjoon’s hands helping hold the weight of the plant. Today, his hands are cold instead of Jungkook’s. “I’ll have to make him pay me somehow.”

“I’m sure he’ll find some way.” Namjoon mumbles but leaning over close enough that Jungkook understands. Placing a soft peck to his lips.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used, poems 1-5 non-romantic themes (confirmed by author: Jungkook’s boyfriend), now sitting on a bedside table on Jungkook’s side of the bed, with a cut Camellia on a whiskey glass with water next to it. Both manifestations of how Namjoon is just as stupid and corny and in love as he is.

#namkook #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #fluff #established relationship #poetry fic #happy ending #misunderstandings

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urlocalbunny · 4 years ago

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Ok angst time... Headcanons for if the baby was lost half way thou... ( im SO sorry )

Aaron:

the way of guessing your feelings through his nose was just terrible right now. He could see you were disraught. broken. in pain. when your hands, weak, reached out for him for a hug sometimes, it felt like you’d break and drift away if he didn’t hold you together. His eyes were almost always watery for a few weeks.

he’d be silent. distant from the other things he loved for a while. if he ever talked, was to reassure you you’d work this out. He’d cry very often when you slept. Your face was sad even when you were many hours in.

He’d have taken down the room carefully after a while, but when he opened the door, he saw you holding the little deer plushie you put in the bed. you held your now back to normal belly, and you’d apologize to your baby and to him many times. He was shocked to know you thougth that was your fault to begin with.

he was absolutely heartbroken to the point where Beliath would always wear a sad frown every time they were in the same room. The vampires would comfort him, but nothing seemed to move when you were so sad. Your kid was going to be the bravest person he ever met. he was sure. They must have had a big fight before the end.

Seeing him not leaving through night and day made you wonder how it was possible when you failed. one day, however, you heard a howl on your window. it was a full moon, so whatever you thought you were doing, Aaron would not approve. But you opened the window. He was there, but there was nothing but disconnected toughts. That was the wolf.

He was standing in an elegant stance. He was quietly looking at her in the eyes. “How did you get in here? This is really high!” You asked, still wary until you felt soft fur on your belly. He had his eyes closed, you could feel when your hands held his head on instinct. He still thought of nothing. Your arms circled his head. instead of feeling sad, a spark of joy bloomed in you. There were no parts in your beloved that hated you, even the ones he didn’t control. He jumped up and down, shaking his head and jumping on the floor, calling you to run with him. You ran out of the manor under the boys’ curious gazes and you ran. He circled around you, slowing down to match your pace. Your joyful laugh reached every pair of ears in the manor.

Raphael:

In times like these, he wished he could draw. But he also felt completely good being blind for the first time in his life. ,

Your screams full of horror, Ethan’s despair in the air and the smell of blood stained his mind. He closed his eyes in a silent plead. “If something miraculous happens and I recover, do not let me see.”

You were quiet in the next few days. He waited for you to talk, but you’d open your mouth and try to say something, but your breath was ragged, as if you were suffocating. He felt your gaze on him the whole time.

one day, even if it took all of his strength, he sat on your side and tought of words. But they also wouldn’t do. The best, most beautiful thing he could ever say was something his friend Aaron would. With no shortcuts, but with no curves either.

“Do you, perhaps, think this is your fault?” his tone was stern, but you had to get a earful. “The way you don’t answer me is honestly worrisome. You have to stop thinking about me right now if you ever want to make amends with yourself. The reason why i was so happy was because i love you with all my might. I woudl not have it like this with anybody else.” your arms circled his waist. This time, he caught you.

Your cries were, this time, full of relief. He hummed a song to you. It was a happy lullaby. his lips were faintly on your temple. You would get through this.

Beliath:

Your baby’s presence was the first thing he missed this morning. you were crying in disbelief.

He didn’t even remember shoving Ethan into the room, but he did. His hand went to his head and he breathed in and out. He has never grieved before. Never.

When Ethan left, he held your hand and face. “Don’t you think about saying you’re sorry.” your eyes widened. “I’m not leaving your side.”

He did what he said. He was heartbroken in ways he’s never experienced before without you, but he would manage for you. For the both of you.

The months run cold and slow without your heart-warming shrieks when you saw tiny gloves and hats or when you finished putting up the crib, but your face looks a little more colorful again.

He haven’t partied in months and he doesn’t want to, but he comes up with a small and calm gathering of people you both know and cherish. You smile when you see how different it is from the usual. When you accept his hand and swing slowly into the song he let Vladimir of all people choose, he lets out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

He could finally see your face without the fog again. You didn’t stop smiling. He shed a tear that you caught in your hands.

Vladimir.

It was his fault. He was sure for months. Maybe because he wasn’t good to you? Loving enough? Supportive enough? He was devastated. But the feeling that lingered was because he was ill. He was weak and he passed this to your baby. Your precious baby was dead, and it was him.

When he shared this with you, he expected everything but you raising your hand to slap him and then turning around to stop yourself. He put a hand on his face in shock even if you didn’t hit him. Was he that repulsive to you?

You grabbed his hands like he was a tiny kid, and proceeded to scold him for thinking it was his fault. You said you’ve never seen somebody talk such bullshit and he had to keep himself in check. That was harsh, but he realized you were telling the truth and that’s what hurt the most.

He had to man up and help you overcome this. No more temper trantrums, no more talking ill of himself when it came to the baby. That was disrespectful. How to cheer you up? How to make you realize you’re more than this situation?

He took you to the garden one day. You didn’t understand at first, but he put a seed on your hand. a cyclamen. Your eyes looked for his, but he was hiding his blush.

“My mother taught me how to do this. I think we should do it together from now on, since she can not teach you mother to mother...”

Your sudden hug was strong. Your tears were warm on the crook of his neck. But your smile was what made him tear up too. Finally. Finally, you were coming back home.

Ethan:

Your wet hand full of blood woke him up. He was in shock when he realized you baby was gone. Just when he started to lose the fear. Just when he started to have wishful thinking every single hour of the day. It was just his luck, to see your horrified face, to see you asking if your baby wouldn’t open their eyes.

He did everything in his power to make your body recover, but the thing he worried the most about was your heart. His hugs lingered, his face scrunched up but he didn’t cry. There was no way he could ever make you overcome this. He was useless.

Beliath knocked some sense in his head after he tried to give you some space one day. He was drinking like crazy and Beliath knocked his cup off. He said he had to be by your side. To stop worrying about himself because it didn’t matter how useless he tough he was, you loved him and he was the only one you had right now.

The other night, he opened the door to his room with you, hand-in-hand. You both sat down and he looked into your eyes after a long time. “I felt guilty and ashamed of me. I’m sorry for not being able to help you as much as I could but I promise I’m never leaving you alone to bear with it again. This is our baby. We will get through this together or we won’t overcome this at all.”

The kiss you shared was salty and soft. He realized you didn’t kiss in a long time. But he was about to change that. He was going to cherish you, and live. Live to show you how much he loved you and your baby, no matter what happened in his past.

Ivan:

Surprisingly, one of the most serious on how he’d deal with it. He’d lost everything once and he was not surprised. He cared about you.

He would get whatever you needed. You’d be able to vent to him and he wouldn’t show how heartbroken he was, but you knew he’d cry at night.

The both of you would be steady on helping each other out and supporting yourselves. You’re both young and this is taking a toll on you.

The vampires wouold help you out and take you guys places, undo the room for you when you’re ready.

Aaron is also in need of care. He was going to be the godfather... He’s going to be your biggest supporter.

Ivan would actually encourage you to go see the doctors. Even if it was dangerous, you’d find out what was the problem and you could always pretend. You’ feel reassured, and squeeze his hand. Your sweet I love you was all he needed to be sure of your recovery. You’d be fine as long as you were together.

#moonlight lovers headcanons #moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers fanfiction #ml aaron #ml vladimir #ml beliath #ml raphael #ml ethan #ml ivan #swfbunny

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chaneajoyyy · 5 years ago

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Do you know any plus size reader black panther fics?

I sure do!!!

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pduwd · 5 years ago

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Sundays:

Sundays are usually happy days for people. They can be lazy and relax before the week starts. But for Luc and Jens, Sundays are the worst.

Most fridays, Jens takes a train to see his curly and blue eyed charming boy.

He loves spending the whole weekend with his boyfriend, even thougth the broerrrs tease him too much about it.

But he knows they're happy for him. And Robbe always make sure he doesn't feel bad thanks to the teasing.

Some weekends they go out with Lucas' friends, they go to the cinema, to the skate park.

But this weekend it has been raining a lot, so they're staying inside the whole weekend.

They spend some time baking with Lucas' mum. Because she adores Jens and "Luc, I know you missed your lovely boy but you can't have it all for yourself!!"

Saturday night the rain calms down a bit so they go to the garden with a huge blanket and they just cuddle while listening to the soft rain.

But then rain comes back and they need to hurry up. Jens starts teasing Luc because "come on, you're soo romantic. Don't you want a kiss in the middle of the rain?" "But I don't want us to be sick, and my mum would kill us both if we go inside with wet clothes. Sure you don't want to lose the favourite child tittle thanks to that, baby"

So they leave it for another time. Maybe when Luc goes to Antwerp for the next weekend.

After a wonderful weekend, sunday arrives. Lucas woke up early in the morning to make his mum's breakfast. He's been on his own world with Jens so he wants to spend a bit of time with her too. She is going to hang out with her friends for lunch so she kisses her in the forehead leaves, making Luc promise he will give a goodbye hug to Jens for her.

Luc and Jens spend the whole day in bed watching some films and kissing.

They just want to enjoy every minute they can have together. Because Jens will leave today so they need to kiss each other to make up for all the love they couldn't give for the whole week.

Usually Lucas is the one who shows how sad this makes him feel. And Jens tries to make jokes just to see his boy smile again. "Luc, hey...we can do it. Friday will be here so soon you'll see. We can handle it. Could you imagine Robbe and Sander being appart for the whole week? Weak lovebirds, I'm telling you!!" " but they're so cute together!!!" "Yeah, but they make me miss you even more and it's not fair!".

Jens has been so quiet for a bit. They're watching a film but he doesn't seem like he's paying attention. So Lucas lays on him and rest his chin on Jens chest while he looks at him.

He starts making sad faces so Jens tells him what's happening. But Jens doesn't say anything.

He doesn't want to make Lucas feel sad by saying that he's quiet because he can't handle not being together everyday.

Jens wants to be there for his lovely boyfriend everyday. He wants to go to highschool and find him there. Or not having to make plans 6 days before going to each other. He wants to be able to surprise Luc showing up at his house in 5 minutes. But he could never do that. He can't take a train to do that because "what if Luc is not at home? What would he do alone there?".

He just wants to have Lucas nearer but he knows it's not possible yet. And they're both happy living where they live. They have friends and family. Any of them would ask the other to leave that just to live a bit near. They could figure out something in the future.

But he doesn't say anything, he's just lost on his own thoughts.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Lucas says after seing Jens eyes get teary. "Hey, I'm here. You can always talk to me".

He leaves a long and soft kiss on Jens chest, where he feels his heartbeat, to make sure Jens knows he's here for him.

Then he hears a sob out of nowhere, breaking the sound of the rain. Jens couldn't handle it anymore.

But Lucas is there for him. So he just kisses his chest again and then puts himself on Jens side. They sit on Lucas bed and Jens just hides his face on his own sweatshirt. Lucas' heart breaks a little too much seeing him like this.

He runs his fingers through Jens' hair and whispers softly "can you let me see those beautiful eyes of yours? Please Jens, you can't leave me without those cuties". But Jens doesn't move so Lucas needs to try again, he wants to make his boyfriend to feel happy again. "Hey...I'm here. Look at me, please. It's okay, Jens. But please, look at me".

So Jens finally lets his sweatshirt down and Luc can see his tears. " I don't want this. I don't want to miss you for the whole week. I can't Luc, I can't" and his voice breaks.

Lucas put his hands on his cheeks and touch them softly. Then he kisses his tears away and Jens crashes on his arms, putting his head on Lucas' neck.

Lucas won't stop whispering reassuring words while he runs his hands through Jens' back and hair. Eventually Jens falls asleep. After that Lucas calls Robbe.

Hopefully Jens won't have so many classes on monday. Robbe is happy to hear Lucas. He's been trying to call Jens the whole day to tell him that rain caused trouble at highschool and they won't have class until tuesday. Lucas asks Robbe if he can tell Jens' parents that he's staying one they more. He knows Jens' parents love him but he can't stop feeling shy about it.

After talking a bit with Robbe to know how's he doing he focus on Jens. He looked so calm sleeping on his arms...

He looks at his beautiful angel sleeps until he falls asleep too.

Lucas' mum find them sleeping together when she comes back and she doesn't have the heart to wake them up. She'll ask in the morning what happened with Jens' train.

When they wake up, they promise to be open about how they feel. "Jens, I know you do it to protect me from being sad but you can talk about this too. You're allowed to miss me and feel upset, but don't hide it from me. I'm here, baby".

Then, the moment arrives. He needs to leave with the promise of seeing each other next weekend.

They kiss until the train really needs to leave.

Jens finds a little note on his backpack when he arrives at home.

"Maybe you realise you're missing something (appart of your gorgeous boyfriend), but I hope that what I left makes up for it.

On tuesday, a blue eyed boy wears a red sweatshirt too big for him while he joins highschool building. In Antwerp, Jens Stoffels is wearing a jean jacket. One jacket that you could recognise immediately if you knew Lucas van der Heijden.

When Jens put his hands on the pockets, he realised Luc had hidden little drawings on them. So whenever Jens find them, they make him smile.

Lucas is with Kes when he hears a message from his phone. A picture of one of his drawings. And then "I love you so freaking much". Gosh, he couldn't wait for the next weekend.

#van der stoffels #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #lucas vdh #thank you Natalie for encouraging me with this🙈#my writing💙#lucas x jens

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pictures-from-the-universe · 4 years ago

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That's some old family photos. I am still not knowing what sort this blog will get, but I think it's some of these diary blogs.

Like: Omg guys and gentlemen you wouldn't believe what happened today at the supermarket!!

And then I tell you a story about the universe...

But also I like the Idea that I can write all my thoughts, especially the autism ones, down and get my head free, what is very relaxing and after i wrote them down, I let them fly away in the deepsea of electromagnetic waves, like a letter in a bottle throwed in the deepsea of mostly Water, which means a sea like the pacific, who is also full of waves and I'm pretty sure that there are not only water based waves, but also electromagnetic waves, what's like two apples from different sorts. They are different sorts of waves, in this universe, you have to know! Like electromagnetic and mechanical waves. So all of them periodical distributions, ,,periodisch wiederkehrende Störungen/Signale" in german. But don't nail me on this, it's just a memory of a old physic book, I read time ago. So jeah... Give me a minute to think about what I am want to write down, bevor I want to write about waves.

So this blog is like a bootle in ocean and if you find them feel free to enjoy and share it but when not, then this text isn't useful for you, because you can't read the informations in it... That's a smart sentence, I know, but you have to know that I'm smart too and I'm not even arrogant, since I am perfect.😋

Okey a short story to the photos on the top. In one of them you see my mother, but surprise... She smiles. It's literally the only photo or moment i can remember, that she smiles. Not this short laughs or the ,,you just don't know what I know-smile" and Chantal knows exactly what I mean, but just smiling in the moment and that are the best smiles in the universe, because they happen in real-time, what means they are honest and magical. I know I describe many things whit magical, but this don't mean that I think they are magic, but they feel like magic and if you don't what magic feels like, you have a sad sad life. And even that you know what magic is? Physic is magic ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ jeah emojis!! Emojies are cool too, just like physic.

So, you kow what are the fundamental forces in this universe? I mean sorry, yes of course you know it because they are just four. And some other phyisc things are important too and all in one you get magic. Things working together, without a logical reason to exist. Universe i know... Just a big space for 🚀🌌 or a magical ✨ mysterious thought of yourself 💜??

This and maybe other themes or nothing of them, you can read in my next posts.

So jeah, bottle in a ocean... This hit exactly when the bottle have a abo button 🔘 so you can find her again in the universe. Even of that fell free to use this posts for you self. I often see parts in the personality of other people that I like a lot and then i just put them in my own personae. A activity that many autistic people do, I learn from a other post of another person in the universe. Does nobody care that we are in a universe? I mean I know that people care about them and honestly I have to say that this was an rhetorical question and I'm feel sorry for telling it. I know that they are the worst questions of all, because now you think about it and try to collect informations out of you brain 🧠 to answer it and then you getting angry about that I don't want a answere, because I already have one. I know really disrespectful behavior but what should I say, I also make some fails, that can hurt other peoples. When this were not my own personal blog, then first i wouldn't write this post and second when I would, I would say something like ,,I try not to tell rhetorical questions anymore" but it is my own blog, so if you don't can handle these questions then I feel sorry and I understand you, but I write what I want to write, what is the most important rule of this blog, but i really understand you if you say that these questions can hurt. I mean why are people asking something like that. When you want to tell me something and don't know how to start a conversation then just tell me what you want to tell me and then i can answer (or not because it's my decision and only because you want to talk to me, doesn't means I want talk to you) but don't confuse me with a completely nonsense questions, look strange to me because I take you as serious person and want to show that I respect and like you enough to think about the question in you head and try to help you with an answer and after this don't get annoyed, because of that I answered your, it was you question and you are the one who make the decision, to convert electric and chemical signals into waves who waves through the universe and get converted back to signals from another things that are made of materia who is made out of energy who is another word for speed and that are only exist because they spin faster than lightspeed and don't let the time catch them, because time can only travel with the speed of light and when you are faster than this you can exist but you have to be faster in both directions and heres where the anti particles came in, who are just the same particles, running back in time, but in his own word he runs forward in time of course. So time and room doesn't touch each other really, they existing next to each other because they are and jeah here you need to see how time shows out (at least in my brain 🧠) to understand where I want to go with you but it's a long and comlex thought and it's not even finish and in some of his parts are paradoxical and other doesn't make sense at all or they are just to ,,early-thougth-magical" , what means that they are just a few times, waves (periodical informations), or what ever you count the age of you thoughts (I take both of them, waves for the more intensive ,,core thoughts" -how i call them-, and the other for the more electron like thoughts who are more outside and better for the use of connections with other thoughts -in this case though means people _ I have to rename them into thoughts that the theory is working, hope this doesn't confuse you❤️_ - ), old and you can not see them at all and have to wait until they are older and you can understand them better.

I like tumblr ways more than instagram because here I have the feeling that the text don't get discriminated and the pictures are free to show her own scale and don't have to be square. I think I delete instagram because its very racist to the pictures and don't say there is no way to be a racist to a picture, that only shows that you don't see pictures like I. But on the other hand its a cool way to store some of my good pictures and jeah I think I take it as an folder for pictures but sorry instagram I'm with tumblr now and you know what?!! He kisses ways better than you!!!😂🌌

Just a short autism joke.

You know why I like the word ,,autism" so much? I mean the german ,, Autismus" sound s beautiful at own but in english you get this ,,sm" at the end and speak the ,,au" more like ,,ou" and this is definitely one of the best word-waves who exist, at least at my opinion, feel free to think different, I mean we are not on squarestagram...

So I write a lot today and of course I can write the whole day but my fingers hurt and I'm getting hungry 🥺 so i say goodbye and Auf Wiedersehen.

Bye 👋😎

#autism #autism blog

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oshbluepacific · 5 years ago

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Unfaithful Trust XIII

Type: Fluff/Angst

Character: Jung Hoseok x Reader (MAFIA! AU) feat. Kim Namjoon

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Hoseok was the type of person who was ready for everything. Nothing really surprises him at this point in his life. But somehow you really did take him off guard tonight. As you kissed him all of the sudden and hugged him tightly, it surprised him enough that he doesn’t know what to do.

He can figure codes, strategies, even his own enemies by the minute. But he can never figure you out until this second.

He can hear your soft sniffle on his chest and he could feel his heartbeat getting faster by the minute. He slowly puts his arms around you only to find your arms around his stomach tighten. He gently rubs your back and pressed his lips on the top of you head.

“Do you want to take it to bed?” He asked softly. He could feel your head nodding, and you both moved to cuddle on the bed. Hoseok pulled the sheets, tucking you in and he could see your face softens. His hands moved against your head, comforting you until finally you fell asleep. As soon as Hoseok noticed you fell asleep, he tried his best to move away from you and get off from the bed. He walked out of the room and down the stairs and called out for Kobe.

“Yes sir?” He suddenly came out of a room. He was still in his white shirt and black pants.

“Has (Y/N) told you anything that’s bothering her?” Hoseok asked. And it seemed that Kobe is surprised and as confused as Hoseok.

“No… I don’t think she has sir…” He answered, shaking his head slightly.

“Is something bothering her?” Kobe asked, as Hoseok let out a breath, running his hand through his hair.

“She cried… all of the sudden.” Hoseok added. “I couldn’t think of anything else but she saw someone that might look disturbing or probably someone was harassing her or…” Hosoek shook his head, not really knowing what else to think of.

“Let me go ask Anne.” Kobe said, turning his heels and walked towards the back of the house. Hosoek walked himself towards the living room and plopped himself on the couch.

Moments later, Kobe came into the room followed by Anne behind him, wearing her sleeping clothes.

“Anne, did (Y/N) tell you about anything that happened today that bothers her?” Hoseok asked, getting up from the couch.

Anne’s eyes widen, showing that she’s fully awake and aware before turning to Kobe who only raised his eyebrow before she could turn back to Hoseok.

“I don’t know if this is my place to tell but…” She then took a long breath before showing a smile, and a genuine look to Hoseok. “Seems like you’re starting to care about her, and I’m also worried about her well being, so I will tell you this, but please, knowing what I know, just act like you don’t know anything around her, because I want her to be the one to tell you as well.” She said, and Hoseok nodded his head.

“Fair enough.” Hosoek said.

“Two women were just saying judgmental things about her, and also you sir, and…” Anne swallowed hard before she could continue. “They were saying abouthow (Y/N) would be as a mother, when really, she has a thougth about it, just not now.”

“She also met her past lover… Kim Namjoon.”

Hoseok felt a gust of wind just knock the soul out of him. It wasn’t that he’s hurt because you met Namjoon. Rather the guilt, because it shows that you still love Namjoon, and you miss him. But you’re stuck with Hoseok.

Namjoon should be the one with you, not him.

“Anything happened between them?” Hoseok asked.

Anne shook her head. “No,” She said, “(Y/N), was just nervous. The last time they’ve seen each other was before you both got eloped.” Anne said.

That’s a long damn time! Hosoek thought, as he pushed his hair back

“Did he at least come to the wedding?” Hosoek asked again, and Anne quickly shook her head.

“Oh, dear god, no!” Kobe answered, shaking his head.

“How come?” Hoseok asked confusedly.

“From what I heard, was that her father forbids Namjoon for coming… if he sees him in the venue, he’ll shoot Namjoon dead where he stood.”

Hoseok eyes widen, as if what Anne told her was fiction. But deep inside, he knows it’s the truth.

“Jesus…” He breathed.

“Even if (Y/N) wanted her to come and Namjoon to show his support and happiness, he couldn’t… they couldn’t.” Kobe added.

“(Y/N) cuts all communication with Namjoon so that her father wouldn’t do anything to hurt Namjoon. She wouldn’t want anything bad happen to him.”

“The last time she talked to him was a week after the wedding, and she was actually in distraught.”

“What do you mean?” Hoseok asked.

Kobe and Anne looked at each other and Anne was motioning for Kobe to break the news to Hoseok.

Kobe pursed his lips before letting out a sigh and looked at Hoseok.

“She thought that you killed him.”

He widen his eyes—shocked—unbelievably.

“Anne!” You called out in the middle of the day. Anne heard the sound of your rushed footsteps on the stairs before you appeared in the room. Your hair was a complete mess, your eyes shows horror, terror and fear. Tears were pooled in you eyes.

“Did you know where Hoseok went?” You asked her distraught.

“No… I don’t think I do, something wrong?”

Your mouth parted a little like you wanted to scream but ended up with a squeak before falling to the floor crying.

“(Y/N)!” Anne quickly rushed around and kneeled beside you, holding you close.

You kept on crying and screaming, Anne was confuse and didn’t really know what to do.”

“(Y/N), what happened, please calm yourself down, tell me what’s wrong?” Anne asked.

“I-i-i… My father knows that I’m still in contact with Namjoon.” You told her. “I don’t know how he knows about it, but he does… And last night he called… and…” You weren’t able to finish your sentence and cried.

“And…?”

“And he told me that I won’t be able to contact him again nor see him again, and then Hoseok leaving today just made me think that maybe he’s on his way to kill him.” You cried and and it breaks Anne’s heart to hear your like this. A tear escaped her eye and Anne held you tighter in her arms.

“Everything is going to be okay darling… everything will be okay… let’s just think something other than that okay—let’s not think about that.”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” You cried.

“Please, I don’t want anything bad happen to Namjoon, I don’t want him to be gone forever! I’ll do anything, please just tell me he’s okay, please tell me that he’s safe, he’s not hurt… please tell him I love him.” You rambled, still crying.

“Well now we know, he’s still doing well and alive.” Hoseok said, taking a seat on the couch.

“You looked a bit shooken up there sir.” Kobe commented.

“Yeah, taking all of this story in? it’s fucking hard.” Hosoek snapped. “The person that I live with, who is a women—which is also my wife! Is that afrais of me…”

“But you need to keep in mind dear, she’s starting to open up to you, she’s not afraid of you like she used to.”

Like she used to, still Anne, she’s that afraid of me.

“What am I suppose to do? To-to… to make her trust me? To make her believe that I don’t ever want to hurt her?” Hoseok asked.

“Just be with her more, spend more time with her, talk to her, let her have her own freedom as well.” Anne told him.

“She doesn’t ask for a new heart, she doesn’t need you to pick up the pieces, she just needs you to fill in what’s empty.”

After the long talk with Anne and Kobe about nothing other than you, Hosoek finally got tired and excused himself to bed and let both Kobe and Anne rest as well. He entered your room and you were still fast asleep. He carefully closed the door behind him and walked to the side of the bed before getting into the covers.

“Hoseok…?” Your raspy sleepy voice called. He turned to your side and it seems like he accidentally woke you up.

“Hey… Sorry, did I sartle you awake?” He asked, and you nodded your head.

“Kinda.” You answered him. “Where were you?” You asked him.

“I went to my room for a bit, there was a call, and I didn’t want to bother you.” He said.

“Have you even slept?” You asked him, but your eyes were closed.

“No… I couldn’t.” He said honestly.

“Why? Something bothering you mind?” You asked him.

“No… just that important call… why don’t you get back to sleep, I won’t leave again.” He said.

“Well good.” You said. You scooted closer to Hoseok and he waste no time pulling you closer to his embrace.

“It’s getting a little colder, I need something warm around me.” You sighed, and Hoseok just chuckled.

“Sleep okay? We’ll talk when the sun is up.” He said, before pressing his lips on your temple.

You nodded your head and drifted back to sleep.

Hoseok let time passes by while stoking the back of your hair gently.

“I hope you’re willing to give me the chance to make things right for you. I’ll fix everything, I’ll try to fill in the holes in your heart.” Hoseok whispered.

Hoseok didn’t know you were still awake, you heard his words and you felt so touched you can’t even contained the tear that escaped your eye.

I’m willing to.

As promised, i’m back with a new chapter! finally! after i don’t know how many months of work and studying i have free time to finally write again. let me know what you guys think, and feel free to drop some ideas on what should happen next!

see you on the next chapter!

-t

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staytheb · 5 years ago

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Like Oh 2.0 - #HAPPY20THBAMBAMDAY

Previous Chapter: Study Session Word Count: 4,092 Summary: The girls end up celebrating BamBam’s birthday with the rest of GOT7.

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12th chapter here and yes that hashtag was used at the time for BB’s birthday, too! um, so the story has moved on to the month of May and we’re heading to the rest of the year as more dates and what not hapens. anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Serena returned home to another planned hangout of her sister, friends, and GOT7 in her apartment without her permission once again and unlike last time, Serena had a whole new makeover now. She had a light pinkish slash whitish pastel duo tone hair color, wore a light purplish colored contacts, and was dressed in a somewhat sexy pretty flower outfit and accessories with a matching flowery umbrella while carrying a cute tote bag with a panda on it. "Hi." Serena greeted the group shyly as she stared at them and they stared at her in confusion. Before any of them could say something, Serena tried to make a mad dash towards her room, but the other girls intercepted her. "No!" Serena tried to push pass them, but they continued to block her path with cheeky smiles.

"Whoa, Serena, what happened to you?" Jeannie asked giving her friend a once over. "This is the most girlie I have ever seen you and I've known you a long time." "Yeah, Rena, I agree with Jean. This is the girliest we have ever seen you. I like it." Jasmine agreed with a nod of approval. "Well, in the cutesy kinda girlie way, that is." "Is this because of Chloe?" Melanie asked once she took in her sister's appearance. "She did a good job. She always does and I'm a bit envious." Serena sighed. "Yeah. Clo had an assignment today and I was her guinea pig. I just thought it was hair only." "Serena twirl around." Jeannie demanded as Serena complied. "You're so cute." "Shut up." Serena grumbled as she tried to get past the trio again. "Can I just go into my room, please? This feels a bit embarrassing."

"Are you cos-playing the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious?" Jackson asked in English while he imitated on holding an umbrella. "I'm confused. That's Jyongri noona, right?" Yugyeom asked while looking at his fellow members while pointing in Serena's direction. "Is it cosplay?" "Jyongri noona, you're really pretty dressed like that." Jinyoung complimented as Serena became shy and awkward from the younger male's words. "Yeah, noona. Pink and the flowers really suits you!" Youngjae complimented her further and Serena just wanted to get away. She let out an awkward laugh as she finally got passed the other three females and into her room. "It's so fun teasing her." Jasmine chuckled as Melanie agree. "I know. She's so easy."

"Jyongri noona is here and we're all gathered together can we finally celebrate my birthday?" BamBam asked with a grin as everyone rolled their eyes in good-nature. "Your birthday isn't until tomorrow, BamBam." Jaebeom stated as the younger male nodded. "I know, but Jackson hyung and I have that Real Men schedule tomorrow and we can't hang out on my actual birthday." "That's why we're here bugging them again?" Jinyoung asked as BamBam grinned. "Of course." "Wow. That's a big cake." Mark commented upon seeing the three females walking back into the living room with BamBam's half a sheet of cake. "Jyongri unnie ordered the wrong size." Melanie explained as she and the twins set it onto the small table before putting in a few candles onto the cake. "But she got the design on point." Jeannie chuckled.

"True" Jasmine agreed as she held up a lighter. "Unnie needs to hurry up and change so I can eat this cake." "Y'know you guys could have done it without me." Serena said from behind them as she handed a box over to BamBam. "Happy birthday, Bam." Serena wished him a happy birthday in Thai as BamBam took the box with a silly grin. "What is it?" "Open it." BamBam opened the box to revealed Taeyeon's debut album, I. "You're giving this to me?" BamBam looked up at Serena who nodded her head. "Yeah. "Wait, how come I didn't get a present?" Jackson interjected as Serena looked at him. "Because it was like not even a month since we met at that time and I thought it might be awkward." Serena admitted as Jackson pouted. "Ugh, that's no fair and I thougth we were friends."

"Where are you going, Jyongri noona?" Youngjae asked upon seeing the older woman leaving again. "I'll be back." "Did you have to make her feel bad" Mark asked Jackson with an amused look as Jackson continued to sulk. "Because I didn't get a present, Mark hyung." "Hey, isn't this the album that unnie got from her friend?" Jasmine asked Melanie as Melanie stared at the album in BamBam's hands. "Um, probaby. Unnie's not a fan of hers, but now that you mention it I do remember unnie asking me if BamBam was a fan of Taeyeon though a few weeks ago." Serena returned shortly after and handed Jackson a large gift bag. "Here, kid." "What's this?" Jackson asked with an excited look. "Look inside." Jackson happily removed all the tissue paper and pulled out a stuffed Squirtle plush doll.

"Whoa!" Everyone let out in awe as Jackson awed louder upon examining the Pokemon plushie. "This is really mine?" Jackson asked as Serena rolled her eyes and responded sarcastically. "No, Jackson, it's Mark." Jackson frowned. "Why Mark?" "I dunno. Because he's sitting next to you." "Oh, but JB hyung is next to me, too." "Because both you and Mark are tied to Pokemon." "Oh. Thanks, noona." "Welcome." "Hey, does the sunglasses come off?" Jaebeom asked curiously as he pulled on the sunglasses to which did stretched towards him. "Wow, that's cool." "No way!" Jackson slid it off and hugged the doll closer to him. "This is so cute." He put the sunglasses mask back on. "That's cool." Melanie looked at her sister. "Isn't this the one that joins Ash and is part of the Squirtle Squad." Serena grinned. "Yeah."

"Alright!" Jeannie clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's sing the birthday song and eat this amazing cake!" And soon enough, the group of eleven quickly sang the birthday song and wished BamBam a happy birthday. Once everyone got a piece and settled themselves around the living room, Mark noticed Serena taking a picture of her cake which reminded him of something. "Hey, Jyongri." "Hmm?" Serena acknowledged the male, but didn't face him. "What was that thing about the whole pictures between you and Jinyoung two Fridays ago?" "I don't know." Serena denied as Jinyoung grinned while casting a sly look in the older woman's direction. "It was on that night when we had the sleepover and played GOT7 Jjai."

"Oh you mean the pictures that unnie took of all of us while we were asleep that night?" Jasmine asked innocently with a small smile. "Those are some really cute pictures." "Whoa, whoa, what pictures?" Jackson asked as Yugyeom added while making a 'camera taking' motion. "You took pictures of us?" He smiled cutely. "Can I see them?" "I deleted them already." Serena said as she moved away from the group to sit afar from them. "No she didn't. She still has them." Melanie stated as Serena glared at her, but she just cast her sister a playful smile. "Yeah, unnie, just showed them." Jeannie coaxed the older woman as Serena rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Here." Serena unlocked her phone, went to her photo gallery, and slid the mobile device towards the group of boys. "Have fun."

Youngjae was the first to grab it and went through the images. "These are actually pretty good." He then burst into laughter upon seeing himself. "Is this how I look like when asleep?" He asked to no one in particular. "I know they're pictures and videos of us, but this one is different." "Because it wasn't expected, Youngjae." Mark stated as Youngjae handed the phone over to him. "This dog plush looks way bigger than you, hyung." "It is bigger than me. It's huge. There was another one that was just as big." "Let me see when you're done, Mark hyung." BamBam said as Jackson looked over at Serena. "How come you took pictures of us?" Serena shrugged. "Just felt like it." Jinyoung settled himself beside the female. "What?" She asked him as she saw a smile gracing his lips.

"Nothing." Jinyoung answered as he quietly ate his cake and Serena eyed him while eating her own. "You want something, don't you?" "No I don't." "Yeah, you do." "Noona, I don't." He chuckled as Serena scooted a few inches away from him. "Mmhmm." "Hey, unnie." Melanie called out for her sister. "What Chaewon?" "Jaehwa unnie wants you to set up the karaoke machine." "Why?" "Because BamBam wants to try it out after I told him about it" Jeannie answered with a sheepish laugh as she pointed at the entertainment center. "He found it because he wanted all of us to go to a karaoke place to sing for his birthday when I told him you had one of your own." BamBam held up a microphone. "How about we do some karaoke for my birthday? It should be a lot of fun."

"Only because it's hashtag Happy twentieth BamBam Day. Such a long one. Just don't break it like my table." Serena went to set up the karaoke machine and explained how it work as her karaoke machine was a lot different than a normal one. Once she explained everything and showed the group how it work she then left it to Jeannie and Jasmine to take care of it since they enjoyed using the machine more than she did along with five of the GOT7 members that wanted to join in on the fun. A moment later, Jaebeom and Melanie went on a late night run for more snacks and drinks due to all the boys eating and drinking them all and Serena hadn't had the time to re-stock since their last hangout a week ago. Anyways, Mark went to go bother Serena who was in the kitchen to get away from the commotion as she wasn't in the mood to sing or watch them get into the song and what not.

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"Why are you always following me, Mark?" Serena asked when she sat at the kitchen table before removing her glasses to rub at them, but didn't put them back on. "I'm not following you, Serena. I just wanted a bottle of water." Mark answered as he opened the refrigerator door to grab the said item. "Mmhmm. Sure, right." Serena grabbed several notebooks from out of her tote bag she had left there yesterday and began reviewing the rest of the students' English notebooks. Mark didn't say anything after taking a swig, but he continued to linger around as he was casually leaning against the counter and glancing at the female every now and then. "Do you need something, Mark?" Serena asked him not looking up from the current notebook where she was scribbling something in the margin.

"Nope." Mark answered nonchalantly. "Then leave." "Why?" "Just cause." "Cause what?" He mused knowing full well that it would annoy Serena further. "Because you're annoying." The male chuckled as he took a seat across from Serena who just glanced at him before returning back to what she was doing. "Jerk." She muttered under her breath, but Mark heard her and let out another laugh. "You're funny." He said. "How so?" "You just are." "Mmhmm." Silence fell between them as Mark slid the bottle back and forth between his hands onto the table's surface whereas Serena moved onto one notebook to the next without paying further attention to the idol. "Are you sure you're a fan of us, Serena?" Mark asked a moment later.

Serena paused in mid-writing, sat up straighter, and looked at the male with a confused expression. "Why wouldn't I be?" Mark shrugged. "I dunno. You don't seem to show it." "But it doesn't mean I'm not a fan, Mark." Mark averted his eyes away from Serena as she continued to talk slowly. "Kinda like you, Mark, I say and do things when I feel like it. I'm initially quiet, reserve, and shy." She began to tell him a little more about herself. "But I open up when I'm comfortable or know the person a bit better to behave a little more freely" She averted her gaze to the notebook before her. "I just choose to be indifferent and blend in the background as it's easier to be and to go with the flow when no one is really paying much attention to you." Serena finished as she went back to writing her notes in the students' notebooks.

Mark returned his eyes onto the older woman, but remained quiet as he tried to form his thoughts before saying anything. "Sorry." He finally said as the female looked up with a tilt of her head. "What for?" "I didn't mean to make you feel like you had to explain yourself. I'm sorry, Serena." Mark apologized as Serena dismissed it. "It's all good, Mark. Don't worry about it. Must be kinda weird when you're an idol and you're hanging out with one of your fans, yet the fan doesn't act like the other fans you're so used to. It makes sense." She smiled at him before finishing the last notebook and putting it away with the others. "Thanks for saying that and understanding, Serena." Mark thanked her with a small smile as Serena looked at him with a smile of her own. "You're welcome, Mark."

Serena then grinned at him. "Now you can go run along to the rest while I go to my room and sleep." Mark narrowed his eyes at her. "You're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Being mean after saying something nice." "So? What's your point, Mark?" Mark shook his head with a wry smile. "Nothing." "Okay, cool. Night." "Wait." "What now?" "Why did you color your hair? I was getting used to the magenta one." Serena raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh really? Well, tell that to my friend next time when she decides to use me as one of her assignments." Mark laughed. "Oh, is that why you were dressed up like a flower girl?" "Yes." Serena answered as she folded her arms onto the table to place her head on top of it. "Like four hours for the hair and like two hours for the whole outfit. And then another hour or so of posing for the camera." "Wow. Seems like you were at a photo-shoot for a magazine for something."

"I really wish I didn't say yes to her at two in the morning when she called me about it." "And here you are although you said you hated people earlier." Mark smirked as Serena groaned while turning her head so that her cheeks were pressed against her forearms. "Shut up." Mark didn't reply, but he did lean over the table to mess with Serena's hair. "Cheer up. Life gets better." Serena raised her head and tried to smack Mark's hand away. "What did I say about my hair, Mark?" "That your friend dyed it to use your for one of her assignments." He cheekily responded as Serena narrowed her eyes at him. "You win this round, Mark Tuan." Mark looked at her with amusement, but didn't say anything. "I'm going to bed and you go bother the others." Serena flashed him a tired smile as she got up and left the kitchen as Mark sat there for a few seconds longer before returning to the living room.

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"This is a lot." Melanie muttered under her breath as the basket was filled with all sorts of items as Jaebeom added another strawberry milk into the basket. Melanie eyed the idol as he looked at her indifferently. "What?" Melanie handed the basket over to the male. "You're carrying it since you keep adding more strawberry milk. Plus, all of y'all keep eating everything every time you guys come over." Jaebeom chuckled. "Okay." The male followed after the female as she wandered into the next aisle while mumbling a few things to herself while scanning the products. "So you do talked to yourself." Jaebeom commented from behind as she stopped walking to glance behind. "Huh?" Jaebeom repeated what he had said as Melanie nodded. "Yeah, it helps me remember sometimes."

Melanie grabbed several items and was about to placed them into the basket, but didn't. "We need another one. That's too full." She began to walk towards the front when she spotted Yerim entered the store. "Shit." She quietly let out as she quickly turned around to just run into Jaebeom. "Whoa, are you okay?" He asked while steadying Melanie and making sure that none of the products had fallen. Melanie didn't say anything as she placed the items into the already filled basket and then maneuvered herself and Jaebeom towards the back of the store to keep a good distance between them and Yerim. "What's wrong, noona?" Jaebeom asked once the two were settled. "Um," Melanie stalled as she doubled checked to see where Yerim was within the convenient store and saw that she was at the front counter.

"Chaewon noona?" Melanie finally looked at him. "Sorry, but Yerim's here again." "The one from the group date, right?" "Yeah. Have you crossed paths with her like I have with Kyungtae?" The idol shook his head. "No." "I see." Melanie glanced behind her and saw that Yerim was now making her way through the aisles. "She might just be here for fun, but I don't know for sure." Jaebeom tried to assure Melanie of the situation, but she scoffed. "Yeah, right. She's not here for fun." Melanie turned to face the male again. "Seolbi told me that Yerim's been trying to get your information, but Seolbi or the others don't know anything. She hasn't gotten anything from your buddies either since your friends have been busy." "I told them to not leak my contacts. Glad to know they haven't." "That's good."

The female glanced behind and saw that Yerim was now heading closer and closer to where they were. "Look, I'll buy the stuff and distract Yerim just so that you can make your getaway, okay?" "But what if she does something?" Jaebeom asked in concern as Melanie smiled in reassurance. "She won't. She's not the type to fight physically. I'm good." "You're sure?" "Yes, JB, I'm sure. Now go or faced a sasaeng fan at this hour." "Alright. Be safe." Jaebeom squeezed her right shoulder while handing the basket to her. When he was in the clear, he quickly made his towards the exit while Melanie walked towards Yerim like she didn't know the younger female was there. "Oh, hey, Yerim. What are you doing on this side of town at this hour?" Yerim looked over at Melanie with no expression. "Just hanging out since Dayoon went to Busan for the weekend. What are you doing here, unnie?"

"I'm hanging out with my sister and friends." Melanie answered as she made sure to stand where Yerim wouldn't look towards the entrance. "Oh, okay. Is that all for you guys?" Yerim pointed at the filled up basket while Melanie glanced down at it. "Yeah." "That's a lot of strawberry milk." Melanie looked at the female who was looking at her a bit too closely. "My sister really likes strawberry milk. She doesn't drink no other milk besides this flavor." "Oh, I see. So," Yerim began like they were close, "I heard that one of the guys from the Konkuk group date has been stalking you." Melanie's eyebrows furrowed. "Who said that?" "I overheard Seolbi unnie talking with Haeryong unnie a while back." "It's all settled now. A misunderstanding." "I don't see why he would follow you around though."

"What do you mean by that?" "I'm just saying that you don't seem like his type that he would go after." Yerim shrugged as Melanie wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't. "What do you think is his type, Yerim?" "I dunno, unnie. Someone more girly and not well, you." "Well, I need to get going or my sister is gonna throw a fit if she doesn't get some strawberry milk soon." "Yeah, me too. Bye, unnie." Yerim waved with an air of politeness as Melanie gave her a small wave. "Yeah, bye." Luckily, Jaebeom finally made it out of the store before Yerim left. Melanie rolled her eyes while letting out a deep breath. "That girl is gonna get it one of these days." She muttered to herself before making her way to the cashier to buy the items. "Luckily I still have Serena's card to pay for all this." She chuckled to herself.

After Melanie paid the amount and gathered the three bags before making her way out of the store and back towards the apartment complex. The female totally forgot that Jaebeom had accompanied her until someone matched her pace. Melanie turned to look at the person and realized it was Jaebeom. "Oh, hey, you. I thought you went back." "Yeah, I wouldn't do that. Anyways, so how did it go?" "It went okay. I think she was still looking for you though." "I see." "And she heard that Kyungtae was stalking me." "Really?" "Yeah." "By the way, I talked to him." "Okay. What happened?" "Kyungtae said that you were the one that asked him to be all protective over you." "But I didn't. I don't even know how this whole thing started as I didn't even talk to him at the group date thing." "I know." "What else did he say?" "He said that he was your boyfriend and he was looking out for you." "Bullshit." "I know." "Ugh, I just wanna smack him."

Jaebeom chuckled as Melanie eyed him. "It's not funny." "I'm sorry, noona." Jaebeom recovered from his laugh, but a smile was evident upon his face. "I just wish I didn't go to that dumb group date." Melanie muttered, but Jaebeom overheard her. "Then you wouldn't have met me, noona." Melanie cast him an indifferent look. "Well, I would have eventually somehow. I already interacted with you guys a year ago during your fanmeet in San Francisco." "Oh, wow, really?" "Yeah, saw you guys three times that year." "You flew out to just see us?" "Yeah, why not? But no, not really. Family stuff at the time." "But didn't you attend anything while staying here?" Melanie shook her head. "No. School got in the way and so did work for Jyongri unnie." "Oh." "Yeah, but it was always an excuse to fly back home." Melanie smiled at him as the two continued to walk to the complex now in a comfortable silence between them.

By the time they arrived back to Serena's apartment they witnessed Youngjae and Jasmine arguing about the scores they got after singing. It was because Youngjae was upset that Jasmine had beaten him on every song challenge that they had done since the duo had left. Jinyoung reminded the younger male that the machine calculates on its own accord and that Jasmine couldn't have cheated. Youngjae was still upset. As for the others they just ate the rest of the cake and the snacks and drinks that Melanie and Jaebeom had recently bought and watched both Youngjae and Jasmine go at it again to see who could get the highest score. Jasmine won again and Youngjae just continued to sulk. As for Serena, she never came back from out of her room as she did ended up falling asleep and Melanie let her sister be for the rest of the night.

Soon enough it was already quite late and both Jackson and BamBam needed to rest before their schedule later that day to which none of the females were told as they had to find out like the others. The younger males cleaned up the mess they had made in the living room whereas Jeannie did the dishes with Jinyoung. Jasmine took out the trash with the help of Mark and Jackson as the two males didn't realize that there was so much because of them. Melanie ended up putting away all the things of Serena's karaoke machine to make sure everything was intact so that her sister wouldn't be cursing up a storm if something was amiss. Once it was all clean and done the three females bid good night to GOT7 with the girls wishing BamBam a happy birthday once more. GOT7 returned to their dorm while the trio headed off to their own room to crash. Staying up late has definitely become routine with good company.

#staytheb #got7 scenarios

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thebigmick284 · 7 years ago

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7 more examples of Regina logic

Cause there is still so much more of it. And I’m sure I’ll think of more..

01. Regina worked ‘too hard’ to have her happiness destroyed

At the end of Season 4, the darkness attacks Regina intended to make her the next Dark One. Emma instead sacrifices herself to the darkness freeing Regina but not before telling her ‘ You've worked to hard to have your happiness destroyed’.

But really? This season Regina plotted to kill Maid Marion, shut out Henry after her and Robin Hood’s break up, mocked, belittled and insulted Emma heavily (also after said break up), had a plan that was the same as the villains in changing her past, set a dragon loose on Storybrooke, ripped Belle’s heart out and made her kiss Rumple then erased her memory of it, planned to erase Zelena from history and was partly responsible for the creation of the Alternate Heroes and Villians universe and bullied a child off the to of my head. Sheesh...

02. Saving Storybrooke

In Season Two’s finale, Greg and Tamara activate the fail safe which will erase Storybrooke and return it to the woods it was before the curse and kill all in the town who are from another world (which is all of them bar Henry). A big deal is made about Regina stopping the fail safe with Emma’s assistance.

While certainly a step in the right direction for her character, it’s more forgotten about the circumstances that lead to these events. Regina herself retrieved the fail safe and had the same intentions- she intended to use it to kill everyone in town bar her and Henry (who she planned to kidnap and escape to the Enchanted Forest with). Henry found out about Regina’s plot and she erased his memory of it, and at the same time she tried tokill Hook when retrieving the fail safe.

No-one ever finds out about this. Hook is actually more blamed for Greg and Tamara getting the fail safe, for handing Regina over to be tortured by Greg and for the events that led them to Neverland. Wow, just wow.

03. Regina, Queen of Storybrooke

Before Season 7′s finale, the Season 6 finale also had a similar (much lighter thankfully) moment of Regina being made Queen of Storybrooke. Gag...

04. Blast from the Past...

In Season 5, we finally (and perhaps the only time) see one of Regina’s victims confront her over her massacre of all the people in his village. We know Regina has massacred a number of people (I think at least three villages worth) so it was nice to finally have it acknowledged and maybe see some character development etc... only it really isn’t. Percival is killed as quickly as he mentions his past and we see little to no acknowledgement or recognition from Regina or anyone else.

05. Regina and rape culture

Rape culture is a hugely important issue in today’s society. Please look it up- it’s more than simply rape.

In Season One, Regina rips out the heart of the Huntsman, Graham, and uses him as a sex slave. Graham has no choice in the matter as if he disobeys her or tries to run away, she’ll kill him. In Storybrooke it’s no better as he is cursed to think he’s in a dysfunctional relationship with Regina. Male rape is a major issue in the world that is hardly acknowledged. And OUAT has major problems with it.

Regina’s treatment of Graham is hardly acknowledged at all by the writers, Lana Parrilla herself has joked about it and the show itself never acknowledges it.

06. Regina and her treatment of children

For some reason the show (and fans) try to act like Regina has a soft spot for children. That Henry’s love changed Regina for the better. But this is a disturbing falsehood.

Regina has killed and separated many children from their famies. In 1x09, Regina kidnaps Hansel and Gretel’s father while luring Hansel and Gretel to the Blind Witch in hopes of gaining her poison apple to use on Snow White. It’s revealed that Regina also sent many other children who died attempting to get the apple.

Evil Queen: You and your brother have impressed me. You aren’t the first boy or girl that I’ve sent into that…sticky sweet house. But, you are the first to emerge.

She then separates Hansel and Gretel from their father by sending them to the infinite forest when they reject her. They’re only reunited decades later in Storybrooke.

Then there’s all the villages Regina massacred which undoubtedly had children. In 2x20 we even see all the bodies of a village she recently wiped out, including the bodies of children which you can see here...

When first arriving in our world after Storybrooke’s creation, Regina separates Owen (who would be come Greg) from his father after he also rejects her. She even smiles when learning in Neverland that Greg is dead. Of course, casting the curse means she separated, many, many, many more families in the Fairy Tale World (such as Jefferson’s and his daughter Grace).

Then there’s Henry. In Season One and Two we constantly see the state of Henry and Regina’s troubled relationship. We know they had problems before Henry got the OUAT storybook and that Henry never felt loved by her. Regina often leaves him on his own while she goes and rapes Graham.

After Graham’s death Henry is terrified of Regina and event wants to give up on breaking the curse.

Henry: I think we should stop Cobra stuff for a while. You don’t play with the curse. Look what happened to Graham.

Emma: Henry, I told you they did an autopsy. It was totally natural causes.

Henry: Okay, whatever. You don’t believe – good. That should keep you from messing with it. And getting killed.

Emma: You’re worried about me?

Henry: She killed Graham because he was good – and you’re good.

Emma: Henry…

Henry: Good loses – good always loses. Because good has to play fair – evil doesn’t. She’s evil. This is probably best. I don’t want to upset her anymore. (from 1x08)

Henry even at a later point wants to turn Snow’s room into an armoury at one point ‘for weapons and stuff. To protect us- from Regina’ (2x11). And the ultimate one, because of Regina’s meddling, he eats the poison apple and flatlines. That’s right, Regina by our worlds standards KILLED Henry.

Unfortunately, Regina and Henry’s relationship is completely whitewashed from S4 onwards to the extreme and they forget all of this because Henry suddenly thinks Regina is the best mother ever.

07. Everything Emma has, Regina gets as well.

As the series progressed, Regina was slowly but surely given traits, aspects, you name it that belonged to Emma.

*In 3x20 she was given light magic which Emma has had since birth

*From Season Three to Season Five, her love interest was an iconic fictional British character much like Emma.

*From Season Four onwards Regina was given two of Emma’s perhaps most important relationships in Henry and Snow. Both became so doting to Regina, that their relationships with Emma were practically destroyed. We saw Snow cuddling up to Regina more than with Emma (when Emma was the Dark One Snow practically gave up on her quickly and when Emma started having visions Snow sent Dr. Hopper to her and helped Regina through her issues instead)- even Charming taught her to dance. Henry as mentioned above suddenly thougth Regina was the best mother and was worried about Emma’s eternal damnation when she killed Cruella to save him. What the hell?

*They attempted to give Regina the savior title but thankfully failed- see below.

*They gave Regina dialogue and such that felt more like Emma. Watch 7x20 for example with Regina ordering herself and Henry grilled cheese sandwiches... which is Emma’s thing, not Regina’s.

And I’m sure so much more.

In Season 7, for some reason the writers even started giving her Snow White traits- Regina starts giving Snow’s trademark hope speeches.

And thankfully a FAILED one- Regina: The Savior

In Season 5 after Emma becomes the Dark One, in 5x02, they teased the possibility of Regina becoming the Savior in her place. This thankfully was shut down pretty quick after this episode but not before Regina pretended briefly to be the Savior in Camelot.

#anti regina mills #anti swan queen #anti ouat #anti adam and eddy #anti lana parrilla

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spamz-and-gigglezzzz · 6 years ago

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Road trip: Part 5

You turn around to see Tom the oldest of the four siblings. "Tom" you gasp, you run over to him and hug him. You pull away quickly noticing the muscles and squint your eyes at him. Despited Tom being five years older than you, you were basically the same height. "whoa is there a girl or are you doing that 'for myself' workout thing again" he laughed "no but my muscles are attracting more girls arent they?" he wiggles his eyebrow and you laugh “no your only securing your fan base against noah centinio” he laughs “guilty” you smile at him and hug him again “no but seriously what have you been up to?” he scratches his head and you knew he was hiding something from you as you have seen him do it before when he was trying not to spoil a new movie he was in. “ Tom?” you say lightly trying to hide your annoyance about all the secrecy and lack of comunication between all of the holland family. He doesnt say anything so you sigh and walk of into the car, you go to sit in the passangers seat when you see Tom’s stuff already on the chair, you dont think about how you always sat in the front seat when they were going on a trip or how Sam always wanted you in the front seat. You leave it be and go and sit in the back seat by the window. You get out your earplugs and pick ‘chill :(‘ songs from spotify and press play. You dont know how long you had been sitting there until Paddy came in and sat in the middle seat “are we finally going?” he looks at you and nodds quickly as if he opended his mouth that everything would spill out. You shake your head, sigh deeply then put your earphones back in. It starts playing drowning shadows by Sam Smith and you stare out the window at the house opposite the street. You see through the window a man and a girl sitting on a table, they are playing a board game and they keep laughing. There is a woman in the background doing something in the kitchen and she turns around and smiles at them both and hands them a cup of, your guessing, hot drink. You smile at them just thinking what it would be like if you were in there situattion. You feel the car start up and you turn up your music hopping to stay in your dream world but slowly being pulled out by reality.

The next couple of hours you stayed looking out the window just daydreaming and staring at the endless fields. You started to wonder ,again, about Sam and all the secrecy and all the bad thougths from earlier came rushing back. You didnt know what to do, ask him about it and risk the end of your realationship or leave it be and possible make it worse. You were suddenly pulled out of your thougths when you heard some one ask if you could here them. This had happend before and you knew they were about to talk about something that was not ment to be shared. You heard them call your name but in your curiousness you didnt reply. You turned down your music so nothing was playing and stayed as you were. “When are you gonna tell her Sam, I mean she should know and im fed up with keeping stuff from her plus I think she knows something is up since you havent been talking to her but the other girl”. No is Sam cheating on you after everything. Are you not pretty enough? or skinny enough o-or have enough money? or is’nt around for him enough?. You start panicking but you cant show it cuase then they would know you had been listening. “Look man i mean i think you owe her that after she paid for the whole holiday” you knew this was Harry speaking because he was the only one that knew because he kept checking the amount we need to pay and after I said i’d pay that day suddenly all the money we needed to pay was at 0 and Harry knew but you didnt want him to tell the others. “What no we all contributed” “no she was the first one to pay and when i looked on it it said that we had £0.00 to pay and then i asked her and she said she wanted to make it a holiday for you guys as you all normally pay for everything and she loved you all. She told me not to tell you that but she also had been working five jobs not three and when ever she wasnt working she was spending it either in the library trying to understand maths because she wants to go back to collage to get a better job or she is on the streets busking for the extra money. She spent her rent money, her work money so we can go on this trip so I think you owe her atleast an explanation or some quality time with her boyfriend.” Silence. That was all that was in the car. You mentally thank Harry for that but also came across like I was the one hididng stuff but atleast now they know.

You stretch a bit to make it look like you hadnt heard anything and rubbed your face, you took out your earbuds and looked across at Harry and smiled, he looked at you and kind of knew that you had been listening because of the way you held yourself and they way you just looked. He smiled back and you knew your secret was safe with him. “Urgh are we nearly there yet?”

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softest-nerd-freddie · 7 years ago

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stozier where Stan is feeling dumb and miserable because he got like a “c” on something and richie comforts him and is super kind and maybe when Stan says he’ll never understand rich offers to tutor? (Cus in the book richie is technically a genius)

This is one of my favourite tropes and since I’m a ducker for school au’s I’m more than happy to do this!!

And once again I have mini series Stozier in my mind while writing!

Stan has always liked math. He likes that everything in it has it’s place and certain rules to obey. Everything has it’s order one has to follow and there is no place for stepping off the path.

Altough he has never had bigger problems with those classes, (he can boast about having straight A’s throughout the years in the high school) his so-called winning streak has been broken now, in the middle of his junior year, when the flu that swept him off his legs, forced him to stay at home for two weeks.

He, good student as he is of course, tries to gather all of the notes, but before he is able to even sit straight in his bed, let alone read and focus on anything, the new topic has been taken by the teacher. He tries his best to understand what is going on but the longer he looks at the numbers and letters in his notebook the less it all make sense. He refuses to ask anyone for help and he regrets it big time - as soon as he comes back to school, his class write a test on this topic.

When the techer gives them their papers back a week later, the big red C (you can do better than this, Stanley!) is glaring at Stan and he feels his heart sink. It’s his first this bad grade, he wouldn’t even mind B that much, but C? It almost screams Cretin at him and he’s so close to tear the paper here and there.

The bell rings and everyone rushes to the door to finally leave the school for today, but Stan can’t move from his place still looking, almost obsessively, at his failure (being failure). The only person who is now in the classroom with him is Richie who decided to wait for his friend.

“And here we can see a rare specimen of Stan the Man in his natural habi-” the voice dies in Richie’s throat when he notices Stan’s wet eyes the moment they meet his. Stan quickly wipes them with the sleeve of his shirt, turning back to his paper. “Hey Stannie, are you okay?”

The concern in Richie’s voice makes Stan look at him again and without speaking a word he shows him his test.

“It’s not a biggie, you know? You were absent and it’s not your fault.” Richie tries to sound reassuringly, being aware of how important it is to Stan.

“No excuses, Rich. It is my fault because I don’t understand it, and I don’t understand it because I’m dumb.” Stan’s voice is harsh and Richie sees in his eyes that he has set up his mind and changing it will be harder than he thinks.

Stan gets up and throws his test into his bag. He wants to leave as soon as possible, but before he manages to take a step, he feels warm hand catching his wrist. He looks surprised at Richie, who gets up as well and is now facing him. Stan has to raise his head a bit, Richie really has outgrown him.

“Come on, Stan, you know it’s not true. You’re the smartest guy I know and the fact that you tripped once doesn’t change that.” Stan feels the hand moving from his wrist, cupping his own, squeezing slightly. They used to do it a lot in kindergarten, a small gesture of support for one another. They had to stop though, because the older they got, the weirder it felt. Stan is glad that Richie hasn’t forgotten.

“I can help you if you want?” Richie seems to be unsure for a moment, but quickly adds in his usual loud voice “I don’t want to boast but I got A, you know. A like amazing, and amazing is my second name!”

Stan finally gives in and smiles looking at their tangled hands.

“Fine. I think I may use the help of Richard Amazing Tozier, to be honest. You can come over today, eat dinner with us and then help me study.”

“Splendid!” the redhead exclaimed, letting go of Stan and placing his hand on his friend’s back, leading him out of the classroom. “So, my handsome apprentice, what dainties is your lovely mother going to prepare today?”

After the dinner, when they both settle on Stan’s bed with a plate of chocholate cookies and notebooks, Stan doesn’t feel so confident anymore. He knows damn well he is able to understand it, but he knows there’s a wall between him and this topic build out of his insecurities.

Richie notices it and gives him a playful shove, smiling, his eyes saying “you got this”. He then proceeds to explain everything step by step and show the use of formula on two examples. Explained by someone else it all seem to finally start making sense, and Stan thinks he gets this but when Richie says that it’s his turn to do some tasks, worries creep their way back again.

“I’ll give you a cookie for every finished exercise” Richie says his mouth full of chocolate, pointing at the remaining three on the plate, earning a chuckle from Stan.

Stan struggles at first one but he finishes it all alone. The second one seems easier but still he has to scratch a lot when he messes up. He looks with distaste at the page but lets it be. He approaches the third one calmly and steadily and he does it almost without any mistake.

“You see? I told you!” Richie bumps his fist against his friend’s shoulder, smiling widely. “You should do some more, just to get used to it. But we’re out of cookies.”

“It’s okay, I can do it without a reward.” Stan shrugs it off, turning the page in his notebook.

“The ultimate treat from Mr. Tozier is a kiss, you know?” Richie says, sticking his lips out and making loud clicking noises.

Stan’s heart skips a beat. He blinks few times, his cheeks painting pink but when he realized that Richie is joking, all he can do is to laugh nervously. He tries to concentrate on the exercises again, starts to play with his bow-tie to help him focus, but nothing right now can make him forget about the thought of Richie’s lips on his own.

When Stan finishes the last task and closes his notebook with a thud, he feels good. The satisfaction of his work done well lets him steady his heart, calms his thougths and maybe even allows him to not notice that Richie has been looking at him and not at the pages in the notebook for all that time.

“Those kids, are growing so fast, learning so fast!” Richie exclaims loudly, theatrically wiping non-existent tear from his eye. “You did a good job today, Mr. Uris, I’m proud of you. You deserve a big treat.”

“We did a good job, Mr. Tozier.” Stan smiles, turning his face to his friend and stretching his back. “I think both of us deserve a treat. I can ask my mo-”.

Richie’s lips pressed to his own stop him from finishing the sentence and Stan can swear that at this moment he almost forgot what he has been talking about. The kiss is sloppy and rather quick, Richie pulls away almost as fast as he went in.

Stan looks at his friend with utter shock painted all over his face, from raised eyebrows, through wide eyes, to his mouth still slightly open as if he is just about to finish what he has been saying. His mind goes completely blank for solid few seconds.

Richie’s expression on the other hand is a mix of fear and amazement. He licks his lips waiting for his friend to response somehow, but the longer he stares at him the more he’s becoming afraid.

Stan finally blinks and closes his mouth. Without a word he gets up and, to Richie’s dismay, he walks up the door. He then locks them quietly, turns again, now facing Richie and not taking his eyes off of his, he approaches him and sits on the bed as close as he can.

“Do it again.”

Stan gulps. He doesn’t know if kissing a boy is a good thing to do, something in the back of his mind screams at him to stop before he can, but when Richie leans in again and presses his lips softly against his, nothing else matters. He feels warm hands cupping his face and a shiver runs down his spine. He pushes forward, catches the front of Richie’s shirt clinging to it as if afraid that letting go now would mean forever.

“Richard, your father is here!” the loud yell coming from downstairs separates them almost immediately. They jump away from each other breathing a bit heavier, but smiling, feeling too awkward to look each other in the eyes.

Richie clears his throat, but doesn’t say anything. He only grabs all of his stuff and shoves them into his bag, biting on his lip. As soon as he is done and ready to leave, Stan rushes to the door to unlock them. They both run down the stairs to see their dads waiting for them and chatting while doing so.

“How did it go, son? Do you understand everything now?” Mr. Uris asked, running his hand through his son’s hair.

“I think I’m doing fine, dad.” Stan answers smiling softly, and after a moment of hestitation he adds “But I think I may need one more tutor session. Just to be sure.”

He finally finds the courage in him to look at Richie. Redhead’s goofy smile makes his heart flip and he feels small smile creeping his way on his lips as well.

“But tomorrow you have to come to our place, Stanley.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Tozier.” Stan answers. “See you tomorrow, Rich.”

(A/N) It was supposed to be one of those headcannon thingy but I just went with a flow and there’s no going back ;A;

I’m so sorry if it turned out somewhat crappy tho. I still don’t feel too comfortable in writing full fics.

Ps. I’m tagging @steve-harringtwin again and just…let me know if you want me to stop xD

#stozier #stan uris #richie tozier #i swear it sounded way better in my mind #answered #anon request #it 1990 #my sons #first kiss #peak of my writing performance #this is probably really crappy #bear with my lack of vocabulary

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