#I've been staring at his hands nonstop for two weeks help

[viktors-sternomastoid]

Viktor's delicate hands - 2/many

[episodes-ff]

Perfect In Every Way

**TWO MONTHS LATER**

Diamonté

"Armando Aretas, Jr. so help me God, if I don't see you cleaning up this mess in the next couple minutes?!" "But mommy!" He whined throwing himself into a tantrum as I rubbed my temples and tried to suppress the gnawing, sickeningly familiar feeling to throw up my entire lunch, what little of it I had anyway. "Papi, you have to clean up! This is unacceptable, baby." I soothed out watching him frown and cry as I tried hard not to mirror his actions. "Please?" "Nooooooo, I don't want to! I wanna play, Mommy!" He pleaded flopping around as he continued to cry, whine, and beg. "You can’t pull out all your toys at the same time, you have to clean these up first." "No!" He shouted as my eyes nearly jumped out of my head. "Excuse you?! And just who are you raising your voice at?" I yelled as he looked on in fear before we heard the jingling of keys. "Daddyyyyyyyy!" He praised running downstairs to the door as I rolled my eyes.

I thought things would get easier once I told Armando about the baby, but they've been anything but. I've been sick nonstop, I can't hold down any food, the little bit that I eat anyway, my body is constantly aching, and I'm always tired and crying. I thought Papi would be helpful with this transition, but he's having a hard time adjusting to the fact that he's not my only baby anymore, so he's been acting out as a result leaving me to be the villian while Armando is the family Superman. Sighing as I heard his sweet and spoiled giggles, I weakly tried to clean up the toys before hearing Armando's heavy footsteps and his soothing voice.

"Baby, what are you doing? No heavy lifting remember?" "Tell that to your prince who refuses to clean." I spat rolling my eyes as I refused to meet his gaze. "That true, papito?" "But Daddy, I don't wanna put all my toys up. I'm not done playing with them yet." AJ pleaded sweetly as he put on his puppy dog eyes to appease his father. "But nothing, AJ, you have to listen to your mother, ok?" "But-" "No more buts, mister. Clean your toys, please? And listen to your mother. I won't tolerate any misbehavior towards her, you hear me?" "Yes, sir." He sniffled as he put him down. Coming over to grab the toys from my hands, I tried to rub his tiny shoulder but was met with anguish as he shifted from me with a groan of discontent. Not being able to control my sorrow, I frowned and ran off to the room as Armando called for me. "Baby, he didn't mean it!"

Running into the bedroom closet, I hunched over the vanity as the dam of tears I had been holding back finally burst. "Baby?" "I'm fine, Armando." "No you're not, Dee. C'mere, bebita." Following his orders, I finally met his eyes before breaking down as he pulled me close. "Let it out, baby, I'm right here." He soothed in my ear as he held me and rubbed my body. "He hates me, Mando." "He does not hate you. What makes you think of such a thing, mi viva?" "He's been acting so different toward me since we told him about the baby. He won't look at me, he's always acting up, he won't even listen to me anymore. You're the super dad and I'm just this evil monster to him. He really hates me, bae." I sobbed in a rush of thoughts against his chest as he shushed me. "I think his feelings are just sour right now about our new bundle. He just has to adjust, ok? That's all. I'll talk to him about his behavior too because I don't like what I'm seeing either. Everything will be ok, baby, I promise you I'm gonna make it right." Nodding, I sighed as he lifted up my chin to stare at me and wipe my face. "I'm sorry." "What are you apologizing for, baby? You're carrying the third love of my life. The only thing I want you to do is relax, ok? As a matter of fact, I have just the thing. Remind me to call Marcus later and thank him." He smiled as I looked on confused. "What do you have up your sleeves, Armando?" "Leave that up to me, woman."

**ONE WEEK LATER**

"Babyyyyy, stop that tickles!" I squealed as he licked and sucked on my neck. "I can't help it, you look so fucking beautiful, baby." He groaned rubbing his hard girth against my backside as I attempted to do my makeup. "Fuuuuuck, just let me put it in real quick, mamas." He hissed slipping past my cover up and rubbing my ass through the cloth of my bikini. "Baby, we're supposed to be going out and exploring! I wanna make the most of this vacation." I whimpered turning in his arms to wrap my hands around his neck. "We will, baby. We'll get to see as much of the Bahamas as we can, but for right now, take this off for me." He lusted pulling me closer and kissing me while gripping my ass in his rough hands.

****

Walking my pedicured and sandal covered feet along the cobblestones, I smiled as Armando led me through the island streets, a sexy mug of protective energy painting his handsome features. "You so mean, baby." I teased rubbing his arm gently as his shades helped finish the bad boy look he had going. "What did I do?" "You didn't have to cuss out the tour guide, papa." "He shouldn't have been looking at what's mine." He griped, making me blush as he checked our surroundings and we continued our afternoon walk. "He could never ever have me. Trust. Can I at least get a smile, Daddy?" Sighing, he looked over and gave me that gentle and sweet grin of his. "Ouuuu, you so handsome! Hold up, I gotta get a picture." "Really, baby?" "Yes! Hold up right here, lemme capture this, papa." Chuckling at my silliness, he tucked his hands in his pockets before giving me his best smile as I blushed.

@diamondgirl_dee: My husband, my life🩵💍 #thatsmerightthere #cantnobodylovethatmanlikeilovethatman #sofine #bitchifightsonottoomuch

Armando

Watching her smile in what feels like forever has been such a blessing for me. I'm forever grateful to Marcus for letting me get his tickets to the Bahamas so Dee could get some rest and pampering. Mamas has been going through it with this pregnancy and it's been crushing my soul to see her suffering. I also asked Rita if it would be okay for me to switch to desk duty for the remainder of her pregnancy so I could be home more and she graciously accepted, so I've been helping out a lot more around the house and with Papi. We've been correcting his behavior as well because I was livid when I heard the extent of his actions recently and I wasn't about to put up with the disrespect toward my lady. He's been progressing a lot more with me around to keep that lil ass in check and I know she appreciated me stepping up more in the home without having to express it.

Watching her dance around in my shades and jersey, I smirked capturing a video of her as she sexily sauntered around the yacht as we cruised the clear waters. "You like my moves, baby?" "I love it, mamita. Bring that sexy ass here." I smiled as she twerked her way over and wound her thick hips on my lap. Hugging her body to me, I nibbled on her ear caressing her soft bump as she moaned. "I'm so lucky to have you, princesa." "No, I'd say I'm the lucky one. Thank you so much for this." She simpered tearing up as I turned her around in my lap and massaged the pads of her ass.

****

Carrying her into the bedroom, I sat on the bed and smiled as she giggled sweetly. Kissing all over her smooth skin, I bit her lip as she moaned grinding her hips against me writhing with the friction we were creating. "You're so pretty carrying my seed, baby. Thank you so much for making me a papa, mi corazón." Trying to hide her tears, she nodded and kissed me. "Hey, look at me. Stop doubting yourself, Dee, you're doing an amazing job. I'm so proud of the woman you've become and the mother you are to our kids. You do wonders with AJ and I know this baby is going to be so lucky to have you." I cooed rubbing her stomach as she stared at me in awe crying while I professed my love and unending gratitude. "You're everything to me in this world and I'm gonna do a better job of showing you from now on." Nodding, she leaned in and kissed me passionately.

Watching her sleep peacefully after our love making session, I admired all her features old and new from the pregnancy as I smiled and thanked God. Reaching over, I softly rubbed her small bump trapped in fascination before feeling a little flutter of movement. "D-Did you just move for me, little angel?" I shockingly recalled as a tear formed and slowly fell down my cheek. Smiling at the tiny victory, I kissed her beautiful, slumbered lips before taking out my phone to document the moment. Searching through my pictures at all the new moments I captured on vacation, I decided to upload them to Instagram. I don't know why I even made one because I don't like broadcasting my life, but Dee convinced me to do it so why not have her as my first post.

@mando_: Perfect in every fucking way🍊🥥🩵 #mywife #dontfuckingplaywithher #AllMINE

Unbeknownst to my future bride, I've been working on a special gift for her that includes memories from this pregnancy. I'm not really good at expressing how I feel and shit, but with Dee it's like breathing air so I wanted to further show her how much she means to me with this gift. I just hope she loves it cause I owe the AMMO squad a lot for helping me with it.

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[sunny6677]

Title: @mayisgoingnuts gives Tom and Kevin couples therapy.

@catsockpuppet

(A shitpost fic)

1/?

Summary:

One of my online friends, a big shipper of Kevin and Tom, gives them both couples therapy.

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"So.. how would you say this all started?"

May asked, holding onto her clipboard with another hand placed beneath her chin—her eyes staring into Kevin's own. Kevin was sat several inches away from Tom, with his arms folded over the other. He gave a simple scoff—furrowing his brows.

"Ugh—what kind of question even is that?" He asked, flickering his gaze over to Tom—who sat with her hands clasped over her knees on the side she sat on.

"Ever since we got together, she's just been—she's just been visiting me nonstop! I can't even go a second without her going into my store and causing me trouble!" He rolled his eyes, gesturing with his hands.

"HEY, I DON'T CAUSE YOU TROUBLE!"

"What makes you think she does, Kevin?" May inquired.

"Wh—what MAKES me THINK she does?! I don't just think it! She already causes me trouble! She ended up knocking over a bunch of shelves last week when she was trying to help out, she still doesn't keep those two kids from getting me into trouble, and she just keeps—asking me to do things and begging me to when I say no! I said no to giving her toast, and she tried pleading with me into giving her it!"

"IT WAS DELICIOUS TOAST! AND DELICIOUS TOAST DESERVES TO BE EATEN BY THE GRRREAT PRINCESS!"

"Yeah, but the great princess is the one who keeps causing me trouble! That's why I've been making you sleep on the couch so damn much!"

"IT IS?? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?"

"Because I figured you'd KNOW—!"

"Now, now.. let's calm down.." May nervously laughed, glancing down at a list of clients—the top of which read 'Rowan', "I still have a bunch if other clients to get to, sooo.. let's make this quick. Tom.. how has Kevin been making you feel?"

Tom thought for a moment, and huffed. "WELL, SHOPKEEPER IS A LOVELY PARTNER, BUT HIS BEHAVIOR LATELY IS THE VERY REASON I STOPPED CALLING HIM PRINCEY! I MEAN, WHO DECLINES EVERY SINGLE OPPURTUNITY FOR SLEEPOVER FUN TIME JUST BECAUSE HES 'TIRED' OR HAS WORK?!!!"

"Wuh—normal people, obviously! Not everyone can just—get over things like you!"

"HMPH—SAYS THE ONE WHO ACTS LIKE I CAN GET OVER THINGS ANYTIME I FEEL SAD ABOUT IT!"

"Excuse me?! I'm the one who always—"

"I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I—"

..at once, Tom and Kevin began to yell, with Kevin placing a hand on his hip and screaming angrily—gesturing with his other hand. While Tom gave a huff, crossing her arms and practically pouting as she argued back.

"—you act like you don't even care!"

"I DONT EVEN CARE?! LOOK AT HOW YOU ACT ANYTIME I—"

"Guys?" May tried speaking nervously, "Guys! Guys!"

No matter how much she raised her voice, their arguing wouldn't cease. And with a bow of her head, she sighed.

She stared down at her paper she had brought with her, crossing something off with a check.

'MISCOMMUNICATION'

This was going to be a lot more complicated than she thought.

[devnmon]

A Little Twisted

Summary: The Winchester's take a case you've put the file together for, and despite the opinion of your mother, Ellen Harvelle, you chase their tail to help them on the hunt. [Based on 2.06 of SPN, aka No Exit.]

Word count: 3.8k

A/n: Listen I know we all love Jo but wouldn't it be fun to imagine us in her place instead? Clearly under the gaze of Dean Winchester, as well?? I've got just the fic for you :] (also this is just a little fic I finished and wanted to post as a way to clean up my wips. I'm still on hiatus, but I hope you all take this as a little parting gift. love u all <3)

You’d spent the morning arguing with your mother, Ellen Harvelle, over whether or not you were “allowed” to leave the roadhouse and go out on your own to hunt. You for one, were fed up with her obvious disregard for how old you actually were, 21 years old, a grown woman. You should be able to go out on your own, especially for something like this. The disagreement quickly turned to a yelling match between the two of you, throat burning as you continue to defend yourself.

“You can’t keep me here!”

“Oh don’t you bet on that, sweetie.”

You bet on a lot of things in life, but this you were sure you knew you wanted- this you were sure you needed.

“What are you gonna do? Are you gonna chain me up in the basement?”

“You know what? You’ve had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don’t wanna stay? Don’t stay. Go back to school!”

School. College. The place every single person side eyed you for your interests and style of clothing. You couldn't go back. Not after almost making a stab victim out of a man who'd been harassing you nonstop. To prevent being suspended or worse, you dropped out.

“I didn’t belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection!”

She didn't understand. She would never understand.

“Yeah but getting yourself killed on some dusty backroad- that’s where you belong?!”

It was then your eyes faltered from your mother’s expression to the two men that had walked into their bar. It seemed the tension finally broke as she whipped her head around at them. The Winchesters.

“Guys, bad time.”

"Yes ma'am." Sam took the tension in the room as a sign, considering they had walked in on an argument, ones you assumed they'd had multiple times with each other.

"Yeah, we rarely drink before 10, anyway." Dean followed, not wanting to agitate your mother any more than you already had.

The Winchesters just happened to butt into the argument at the most convenient time for you. Dean and Sam’s rushed apology for interrupting sends them turning toward the door again, until you catch their attention.

“Wait. I wanna know what they think about this.” Huffing, you walk over to the countertop with the file thrown on top of it.

“I don’t care what they think!” She retorted once again, wanting to keep it between you two.

They’re both staring awkwardly before the roadhouse phone rings, making you glare at it, the ringing repeating before your mother paused the argument to answer it.

Dean and Sam stayed out of the disagreement in fear of what your mother would say or do to them if they’d intervened.

But, with her back turned, you quickly grabbed the case file off the bartop and approached the brothers.

“Three weeks ago a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment.”

Silence rang out as Dean just stared at you, holding the file out for him to grab.

“Take it, it won’t bite.” You said sarcastically, lifting it up to his face.

“No, but your mom might.” You tilted your head at Dean, knowing he couldn’t say no to you.

The green-eyed man's eyebrows dropped from their raised position as he finally grabbed the file from your hands. Relief washed over you in watching the brothers peek through the file.

“And this girl wasn’t the first. Over the past 80 years, six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes.”

You explained the details of the case in more detail, glancing from Sam to Dean to see how they reacted to the information. You picked up on Sam’s genuine interest in it, while Dean only looked it over plainly until you finished going on about it.

“It only happens every decade or two, so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we’re either dealing with one very old serial killer or-“

Dean finally spoke.

“Who put this together? Ash?”

As if he thought a woman couldn't put a silly little case file together.

“I did it myself.” You admitted, proudly, noticing Dean’s face falter with what looked like genuine surprise.

He glanced between your face beaming with pride, and the file in his hands. Dean wouldn't admit it, but he was impressed with your extensive knowledge on the case, only giving you a look.

“Huh.”

“I gotta admit, we’ve hit the road for a lot less.” Sam spoke up again.

The sound of the phone being hung up was the last thing you heard before your mother spoke again.

“Good. If you like the case so much, you take it.” Ellen's voice sounded out again, having ended the phone call abruptly.

Turning to your mother again with more annoyance this time, your scowl intensified.

“Mom.”

Another desperate plea for you mother to treat you like the adult you factually were. Didn't matter if she didn't think you could do it, you believed in yourself enough for the both of them.

“Sweetheart, this family has lost enough. I won’t lose you too. I just won’t.”

With that, the brothers took the case file with them and drove off. As they'd hit the road, your plan to catch up with them wasn’t far behind.

You’d been eager to join the Winchesters for this specific hunt, one you put the case file together for. It was easier to let your mother cool off for a while, before even attempting to talk to her again.

You had fibbed to the hawk-like supervision of her that night by letting her know you’d gone to Vegas, far after the brothers had left. It was only a diversion from where you were really going, roping Ash into laying a credit card trail all the way to Nevada, after threatening him to keep your plans to himself.

You drove all the way to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, showing up to the apartment building Dean and Sam had already been looking around in.

“You did a really good job with this place,” your voice echoed down the hallway, in conversation with the landlord of the building.

Imagine your surprise when the slight turn of your head from down the hallway brought Sam and Dean into your view.

“The hell are you doing here?” Dean muttered, an idea for cover popping into your head.

Your eyes brightened up as you saw him, in a way that made Dean question what the hell you were doing, until you spoke.

“There you are, honey. This is my boyfriend, Dean, and his buddy Sam.”

Boyfriend? Dean thought.

“Good to meet you.” Dean shook the man’s hand, wanting to play along with your facade before actually asking you what was up.

”Quite a gal you got here.” The landlord replied, standing opposite the three of you now.

“Oh yeah, she’s a pistol!” Dean choked out, grabbing your waist quite tightly. His grip only tightened around you, relishing in the feeling of the older Winchester's hand a little too much for a split second.

“So, did you already check out the apartment? The one for rent?” You said, another fake laugh getting choked out.

“Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Great flow.”

Smooth, Winchester…

“How'd you get in?” The landlord questioned.

“It was open.”

Dean’s so good at covering his ass, it almost made you blush.

“Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?” Dean spoke again, still playing along with your rouse.

“About a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stiffed me for the rent.”

“Well, her loss, our gain. ‘Cause if Dean-o loves it, it’s good enough for me.” The fake smile you’d been putting on was starting to pain your cheeks, secretly hoping this more than awkward conversation would come to an end soon enough.

“Oh sweetie..” Dean jolted your body closer to him with his arm once again, aggravated at how you managed to lie to your mother and make it out here, not to mention put up such a convincing fib to the landlord's face.

“We’ll take it.” You stated, handing him the wad of cash in your purse.

“Ah. Okay.” The man took the money from you, in awe of it as he walked you to the apartment and handed you the key.

Time passed, and the brothers had been loading their guns on the table in the middle of the apartment, your hand shuffling through your bag for something as you looked over to the older Winchester.

“I’ll flip you for the sofa," you spoke, pulling your knife out of the bag.

“Does your mother even know you’re here?” Dean's tone held hints of annoyance, but you knew he was glad to see you. Even if he didn't show it.

“Told her I was going to Vegas.”

“You think she’s gonna buy that?”

Dean knew your mother, Ellen wasn't shy of stupid, by a long shot. He knew if he didn't give you up, your mother would have him by the balls otherwise.

“I’m not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos.” You smirked, proud of yourself but still feeling like Dean was upset with you.

“You know, you shouldn’t lie to your mom. You shouldn't be here, either.”

You glance over to Sam, who’s inspecting the gun in his hand with a different look on his face.

“Well, I am. So untwist your boxers and deal with it.”

“Where’d you get all that money from, anyways?” Sam spoke for the first time since your back and forth with Dean.

“Working, at the Roadhouse.”

“Hunters don’t tip that well.” Dean started again.

“Well, they aren’t that good at poker, either.”

You had the skill to hustle other hunters in poker? You? A Harvelle? And Dean hadn’t found this out till now?

Silence fills the air as Dean’s cell starts to ring, picking it up and pausing his bickering.

You continued looking through your bag for your knife, until Dean answered the phone. Pausing, you listened in to Dean’s conversation.

If that’s my mother…

“Yeah? Oh hi, Ellen.”

Shit.

You swiftly walked towards Dean, frantically whisper yelling in his face, your mother on the other side of the phone call.

Your voices overlapped in chaotic whispers as Dean hesitated telling your mother you’d lied to her.

“Don’t you tell her. I’ll kill you if you do. Don’t you do it.”

“Oh, I’m telling her. You’re not even supposed to be here-”

And then with some will-power he still had, Dean decided to keep your secret.

“I haven’t seen her. Yeah, I’m- I’m sure. Absolutely.”

The annoyed look on Dean’s face as he hung the phone up only made you grin from ear to ear.

The three of you sat in the middle of the apartment still, flipping the knife in your hand, as you went over the history of the building to rule out any causes of of these women going missing.

“Would you sit down please?” You said to the older, broad-shouldered Winchester. Dean was pacing behind you, inducing your worry about the case further. He only shared a look with you, before sitting down and continuing on about different reports and evidence of past cases.

“So, have you checked the police reports, uh, county death records…”

You knew the older Winchester had a problem with you showing up while him and Sam were on this hunt. Though, you were the one that gave them the case, to begin with. You spent ten more minutes trying to convince Dean that you knew what you were doing on this hunt. The sources you referenced, spewing out of your brain one after another in an attempt to show them both how serious you were taking this.

It seemed like no matter how much you proved yourself to Dean, he always shot back with another point as to why you shouldn't be there.

"Obituaries, mortuary reports, and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing."

“I think the jury’s still out on that one.” You continued flipping the blade in your hand until Dean said, “Would you put the knife down?”

You placed the knife on the table with a smug look on your face.

“Okay. So, uh, it’s something else then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it.” Sam spoke, trying to move their investigation along to find out more about what it is they’re hunting.

“We gotta scan the whole building, everywhere we can get to, right?” It was the fastest way to find a possible lead.

“Right. So, you and me will take the top two floors.” Dean butted in, standing up from his chair.

“We’d move faster if we split up.” You also rose from where you sat, only wanting to move the investigation along quicker.

“Oh, this isn’t negotiable.” The look on Dean’s face said he didn't want to argue anymore and that you’d just have to face the fact that he'd be accompanying you.

“Fine.”

The two of you made it to the top floor of the apartment complex, EMF detectors in hand as you began roaming the hallways side by side. Truth was you enjoyed Dean’s presence, when he wasn’t being a complete ass. You could sense a spark between the two of you, but you'd just have to wait for the right moment to make your move on it.

Plus it was fun to tease him about it in the meantime.

“So, you gonna buy me dinner?”

Dean glanced over to you, then back to his EMF detector while scanning the apartment hallway.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s just- if you’re gonna ride me this close, it’s only decent you buy me dinner.”

You were only half joking with him, though the idea of a date with Dean Winchester wasn’t completely terrible sounding. You knew your presence didn’t bother him as much as he’d let on to.

The first time he saw you working around the roadhouse, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

The obvious spark between you and Dean only burned brighter every time you were around him, tension thick enough to be cut with a knife.

“Oh, that’s hilarious. You know it’s bad enough I lied to your mom, but if you think I’m letting you out of my sight- I don’t know if you noticed, but you’re kind of the spirits type.”

“Exactly.”

That was the moment Dean realized why you were so avid about this hunt.

“You want to be bait?”

“Quickest way to draw it out and you know it.”

Dean only chuckled in response.

“What?”

“I’m so regretting this.” Dean’s tone was more aggravated now, like he had realized something that put you at risk.

Pausing, you decide that Dean’s attitude wasn’t something you wanted to deal with anymore.

“You know, I've had it up to here with your crap.”

He turned to you, somewhat taken back by what you’d just admitted to him.

“Excuse me?”

“Your chauvinist crap. You think women can’t do the job.”

That was the moment Dean had it with you. There was no way to express that he didn't want you putting yourself in danger without expressing how he felt about you, but he also knew you hadn't been hunting before, even if you put together a convincing case file.

“Sweetheart, this ain’t gender studies. Women can do the job fine. Amateurs can’t. You got no experience. What you do have is a bunch of half-baked romantic notions that some barfly has put in your head.”

“And now, you sound like my mother.”

“Oh, and that’s a bad thing? Because let me tell you-“

“What?” you shook your head at Dean’s hesitation with answering you and finishing his sentence.

“Forget it.”

“No, you started this.”

“Y/n, you got options. No one in their right mind chooses this life. My dad started me in this when I was so young, I wish I could do something else.”

“You love the job.”

“Yeah, but I’m a little twisted.”

“You don’t think I’m a little twisted, too?”

“You’ve got a mother that worries about you. Who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don’t throw things like that away. They might be hard to find later.”

Dean started to walk away from you, until your hand pulls on his jacket, turning back to you.

“Dean, wait.”

“What?”

You paused, wanting to hold a serious conversation with Dean, the look on your face making him turn back fully and focus on you.

Shooting him a pointed look, you took a deep breath.

"Look, if you wanna hate me for lying to my mom or whatever, then fine. But let's realize that we're both here for the same reason: to hunt and kill whatever's in this building. I think it's cute and all that you want what's best for me, wanna protect me from whatever evil the world has to offer, but you're not taking me from this hunt. Not when I'm the one that put the damn case file together in the first place." Your finger poked Dean's chest argumentatively, swallowing down the realization of how firm it was under your touch.

Dean clenched his jaw awkwardly, noticing how your eyes shifted down from his to glance at his lips for a split second.

Or maybe he was imagining it, too caught up in your heated argument to notice. There had always been something between you and Dean, something too low to notice at first.

But where there was a spark, there was a flame.

"Are you gonna say anything? Or just let me talk my head off?" You shook your head as the older Winchester stayed silent, noticing his gaze shoot across your soft features ever so slightly.

"I-" He started to speak, but got cut off with your impatient tone.

"No. You know what? I'm done trying to tell you why I'm here. Do what you want, hate me if you want.. I don't care-"

Dean's lips were the only thing you felt before freezing in your stance for a slight moment at the contact.

It wasn't unwelcome, just unexpected.

Half a second passed before your lips melded with his, plump and soft against yours. His kiss softened, palm cupping your cheek now. The moment had stopped time, his lips against yours consuming all the thoughts and worries from the hunt washing away.

You swore you heard a groan from him as your hand pressed against his chest. It was only a moment later before Dean pulled away, looking down at you in a different way now.

The pink of Dean's tongue poked out to wet his lips, an action you couldn't help yourself from gawking at, before he decided to speak.

"I'm never gonna hate you. Matter of fact, that's the last thing I feel, sweetheart." The boyish chuckle that filled your ears only gravitated you towards him even more.

"Dean..." You breathed, noticing how the blush in his cheeks reddened when you spoke his name.

"No, look. I don't want you to put yourself in danger for the sake of the case, it ain't right." You pouted at his words, in which he held up a hand to halt you from saying anything, "But, if you think you're up for it, then I'm not gonna stand in your way. I just- your mom is gonna have my ass if something happens to you."

You shake your head vigorously, meeting the compassionate look in Dean's eyes with your own. "As much as you'd like to protect me, there's only so much you can do. If we're gonna finish this hunt, we have to take risks. I promise you I'll be fine. No matter what happens. Okay?"

Dean listened intently to every word you said, with a hint of worry and skepticism in his eyes. He knew you could handle yourself, you were a Harvelle, of course. But he would be damned if he didn't worry a shit ton about the beautiful woman in front of him. He'd already swore to himself that he would keep you safe, no matter what, and do anything and everything it took in order to return you back to the safety of your bed at night.

With a small nod, Dean's pretty green eyes lit up with hope.

"Dammit," Dean swore, lifting his head to you, "I swear to god if you aren't careful-"

"When am I not?" Your hands grabbed at his red shirt, rubbing up and down his chest ever so slightly, eyes flicking between his and his lips that sat perfectly under his nose.

"Just don't get reckless. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. Couldn't live with myself if I got you killed or worse before I even got the chance to-" He trailed off, thoughts running ramped behind that perfect head of his.

"Before what?" Tilting your head to the side, curious at what the Winchester suggested. It was Dean's turn to flick his eyes between yours and the soft lips he'd pressed against his just a moment before.

"Before... I did this," Dean's hands surrounded your waist, pulling you against his chest, close enough to feel his breath on your cheek, "And this.." he pressed his lips to your neck, tipping your chin up for more access to your skin, licking your skin ever so slightly with his tongue. It pulled a gasp from you, one of your hands reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

"Dean..." His name whimpered from your lips due to his mouth paying attention to a particular spot on the skin of your neck, "Kiss me again."

Your boldness pulled him from your neck, lust-blown eyes meeting yours again as that cheeky but sexy smile grew across his face.

"Gladly." One of his hands cupped your jaw, pressing his lips to yours again. The feeling stirred in your gut as his kisses filled you with enamor, one you didn't know was there until you pressed your lips further against his own. His fingers against your skin had goosebumps spreading across your skin like a wave.

"Now you really have to buy me that dinner..." you chuckled, Dean humming against your skin.

"Mmm... you're right. What kind of a man would I be if I didn't? Especially after kissing you in this hallway like a couple of teenagers.." Dean pulled away from your face, placing another kiss on your cheek. His palm cupped the same cheek he'd just kissed, the heat of your skin warming his hand.

"We will get through this hunt. And when it's over... it better be a damn good dinner."

You smiled at the green-eyed man before you, and when his eyes met yours, he smirked and nodded again.

"You bet it's gonna be. I am the classy type."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

As much as you wanted to stay pressed up against the older Winchester, making out like teenagers at a high school party, you pushed his chest off you and continued down the corridor in search of evidence.

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[tyrelbauer]

Fluff prompt 14 or 26 w ty bauer plsss

"stop flirting with me" pairing: tyrel bauer x fem!reader

You're at Ty's house, hanging out with him and Matt. It's a regular Saturday afternoon, nothing too out of the ordinary. 

"You look good today," Ty says, setting down a bowl of popcorn in front of you. "You've been hitting the gym or something?"

You shake your head. "not really."

Ty nods. "Well, you look great."

Matt laughs from the other side of the couch, but you don't really think anything of it. Ty's always been like this. 

the three of you watch a movie and after it ends you decide to go get a drink.

"I'll be back. I'm going to get a drink," you announce, getting up from the couch, but before you can even take a step, Ty's hand is on your shoulder, stopping you.

"Sit. I got it."

Before you can protest, he stands up and takes your cup, walking out of the living room.

You sigh and sit back down, glancing over at Matt, who's already looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you two together?" Matt asks.

"No. why?"

"He's been nonstop flirting with you. There's no way you are that oblivious to it."

You make a face. "It's just Ty being Ty, though. He's always like that."

Matt laughs again. "No, it's more than usual. He's practically been up your ass, trying to help with every little thing and complimenting you. It's not just normal Ty stuff. Something's definitely going on."

You're unsure how to respond. You never thought of it that way. Was Ty really flirting with you? 

You shake off the thought, telling yourself that Matt's just being dramatic and trying to start stuff as ty walks back into the living room and hands you your cup.  "here you go."

"thank you."

A few hours later, Matt leaves, and it's just you and Ty in the living room now. you're laying on the same couch and he's sitting on the one that matt was previously on. 

You look up from your phone, catching him staring at you.

"what?" 

"Nothing."

You try to go back to your phone, but you still can feel him staring.

"why are you staring at me," you mumble, laughing to mask the anxiety you're starting to feel.

 "sorry, you just look really pretty today."

you look up from your phone again and he smiles at you.

"Stop flirting with me."

Ty's smile widens, and he leans back into the couch, crossing his arms. "Sorry, I can't. Watching you get flustered is the highlight of my day."

Is he serious? Or is this just another one of his usual jokes? You try not to focus to much on it, but Matt's words from earlier echo in your mind. He's been flirting with you. 

"You know, you're cute when you're flustered."

you look down at your locked phone. "You're ridiculous." 

Ty just laughs, his eyes still not leaving you. "I'm serious. You get all shy, and it's cute. I can't help it."

You look back up at him, finally having enough of whatever this is. "Ty, we've been friends forever. Stop messing with me."

His expression softens. "I'm not messing with you," he says quietly. "I actually like you. More than just a friend. I was trying to show you, but matt said you're too busy thinking it's just me being me."

You open your mouth, but no words come out. It's like your brain is short-circuiting, unable to process what he just said.

"I've been trying to flirt with you, not get a rise out of you," Ty continues, leaning forward slightly. "i actually like you. i have for a while now."

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" you finally manage to ask.

"I wasn't sure how. Didn't want to ruin things between us."

You sit there, trying to wrap your head around everything. The flirtations, the compliments, the way he's been so... attentive lately. It all makes sense now, but it's overwhelming, and you're not sure what to do with it.  

"um. I need some time ," you say, your voice a little shaky as you stand up and make your way towards the door.

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a week has passed and you and ty haven't spoken at all. Every time your phone buzzes, you hope it's him, but it never is. You tell yourself it's for the best. you needed space, and he's giving it to you, but you also haven't been sleeping the best, averaging probably four to five hours a night if you're lucky because you can't stop yourself from thinking about what he said. 

tonight is no different. you've been laying in bed trying to sleep for at least an hour now. you give up, reaching over to grab your phone off the nightstand.

you: are you awake?

you hit send and he reads it almost immediately.

ty: Yeah. What's up?

you: I've been thinking about what you said. Can we talk?

ty: do you want to call or do you want me to come over? 

you: can you come over?

ty: on my way.

Ty arrives within a few minutes, knocking softly on your door. you open it and he's standing there in a hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly messy.

"Hey," he says quietly.

"hi," you reply, stepping aside to let him in. 

You close the door behind him and lead him to the couch in your living room, unsure how to start. "I've been thinking a lot about what you said, and... I don't know. It caught me off guard."

He nods. "I get it. It was a lot to drop on you out of nowhere. I didn't mean to make things weird between us."

you shake your head. "you didn't. I just... I never really thought about us like that before. And now that I have, it's like I can't stop thinking about it."

His eyebrows lift slightly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. It's been driving me crazy, honestly. I don't know what this means or what I want, but I can't stop thinking about you, ty. I'm scared, but... I think I want to see where this goes."

He leans back a little, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We can take it slow. No expectations. Just... us."

"okay." you smile. "let's try."

he pulls you in for a hug. "does this mean I can keep flirting with you even when you tell me to stop?"

you laugh. "haven't you been doing that anyway?"

"touché."

[ridestomars]

can you possibly do something about a first kiss with eddie 🧌 like imagine him getting hooked on you and needy?? okay i schleep now -🍰 anon

SINCE I'VE BEEN LOVING YOU – E. MUNSON

𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x reader 𖥻 warnings: none, i think! 

💭 liv's thoughts: alrighty, i'm so excited for this!! i tried not to make it long, but i guess i couldn't help myself. this was my first time describing a kiss, so i hope it's good! thank you so much for your ask, 🍰, you made my day! also, i haven't proofread this, so sorry for any mistakes <3

first of all, oof. i just know eddie spends most of his time thinking about this, going through every scenario and wondering what would he do, or rather, what you would do to him. and he seems to think about it nonstop ever since he invited you to hang out as his place – the intentions were clear, and you immediately agreed to go. and i just know eddie spends most of his time rehearsing what he would say to sweep you off your feet, delivering only the best cheesy lines to his mirror, pretending he was talking to you. he wants everything to go perfectly, just like he imagined it would be; him wooing you and then proceeding to give you the most beautiful kiss ever, movie style. he is a romantic at heart, ok?

needless to say that things didn't go according to plan. things never do. led zeppelin's since i've been loving you was playing softly at the background, almost inaudible if you didn't pay enough attention, and you weren't. too involved with talking and trying to make each other laugh, you two were comfortably sitting in his bed, just enjoying this sweet moment and relishing in each other's company. it was something that you did quite often: you liked talking to each other, chatting about anything you felt like and discussing weird topics that you knew you couldn't speak to anyone else. talking to you just felt easy. and then, he said something that made you laugh so hard that after you calmed down, it was still possible to hear your faint giggles that were suffocated by the lingering smile on your lips. still, you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours and he knew that he was done for; all his plans were thrown out of the window. eddie sensed that, if he didn't do something, he would die.

with his eyes staring longingly at your lips it was like he was waiting for you to say something along the lines of "i don't wanna do this" or "sorry, have to go", like many other people did before. but you wanted it. you wanted it so bad it almost hurt. so you went for it, crushing your lips to his like you wished you did countless times in the past few weeks. and eddie felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. his big hands found yours in the midst of all the adrenaline, touching your skin softly with his fingertips, a contrast that didn't go unnoticed by you. his hands were going up your arms, carressing just the right places. you both felt like you were on fire, and it was like heaven.

trembling breaths on your cheek, hands going up your neck, the neediness of his lips and the butterflies you felt in your stomach when you felt his tongue lick your lips. oh, it was absolutely maddening and you both couldn't get enough of it. you could stay there for hours, roaming your hands through his torso and shoulders, fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair while feeling a soft string of whines coming out of his lips into yours. and then, feeling his weight on top of you when he laid you down on his bed, and you smiled. that was when he broke apart from you, just to see the state you were in: sprawled hair on his pillow, red lips elongated into a luscious smile, chest going up and down at a delicious pace. a sight he could get used to.

"man, you'll be the death of me" was all he said before diving into you again.

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[yeonjuns-anti-romantic]

Hearing Yeonjun call your name again, you ignored him. It was overwhelming but you had to finish cleaning the house despite how tired you are. He had repeatedly asked to help you but you had snapped at him which you did regret, Yeonjun was a forgiving boyfriend, knowing you only did it because you were exhausted.

Sometimes your anxiety made you do too much, feeling like you have to do things even if you're exhausted and past your limit.

"Are you listening to me?", Yeonjun asks. You look up to see him standing in the kitchen doorway.

Shaking your head, your hair fell into your eyes to hide the tears pooling in them and you stared down at the countertop you were wiping down.

"You're doing too much. You've worked overtime this week and have been going nonstop. I've watched you not even have an appetite you're so tired.", he walks to you, taking the lemon scented wipe from your hand and tossing it onto the kitchen table.

"But-", you start to protest but he holds up his hand for you to be quiet, the lemon scent taking over your senses even more.

"That's enough, okay? You need to relax. I'll clean. I know you, baby, and I can't keep watching you do this to yourself.", Yeonjun scolds you gently, his lips pouting more and more as he speaks and you wipe the tears from your eyes to see him more clearly.

You sighed, nodding and knowing he's right. "I feel like I'm failing.", you admit, having took a new position at work, moving higher up in management which was more responsibility but your boss offered you the position after seeing how well you were doing so you said yes.

His hands moved your hair from your face before cupping your face, squishing your cheeks a bit before kissing your lips. How easily you could feel yourself trying to melt to Yeonjun's touch, calming you. "You're not failing. You're just thinking too much. Right now...let me empty your mind.", his voice trailed off to a whisper.

It made you attentive, your pulpis dilating a bit in curiosity, "Okay...", you whisper back.

Yeonjun smiles slightly, his lips almost smirking, bringing them to kiss you again as his hands trailed down to your hips, kneading at your flesh. He knew you were slightly ticklish, squirming a bit as he had you against the kitchen counter and you couldn't help it, you giggled against his plump lips.

Yeonjun broke the kiss, staring down at you with eyes that were darker than they were before.

The evening had already turned to night, it was dark outside the windows of your home. The world was moving as always but right now your world was standing in front of you, slowly kneeling onto the kitchen floor.

Your eyes watched as Yeonjun ran his hands up your legs, brushing the hem of your nightshirt as they ran up your thighs. His touch was warm, letting the tips of his fingers barely brush over the front of your panties.

Feeling a shudder run through you, your body leaned back against the counter. The more his fingers brushed over you in a teasing way you were parting your legs, he knew you were wanting, anything to help you finally unwind.

The soft fabric of your panties slid down your legs and pooled at your ankles as Yeonjun's head vanished beneath your nightgown, burying his nose against you in a way that made you push against him, a little plea coming from your lips as he took in the scent of you.

This was all about you, Yeonjun wanted only to love you and make you feel good in this moment.

His tongue licked up your slit, parting your legs and holding one up to give him more access, his grip strong on your thigh.

Again, flattening his tongue, you heard him groan as he licked up your slit, his hot mouth wet on you. This time he sucked at your clit which made you tense up in a delicious way that made your eyes flutter closed.

It was almost overwhelming, Yeonjun lapping and sucking at your sensitive bud that was tingling, making you wet that was mixing with his saliva.

With everything going on, you realize that it's been two weeks since you've been intimate with him and right now you weren't thinking about work or any stress, you were only thinking about how good he was making you feel.

When your eyes opened you found that you weren't holding onto the counter for support, your hands were in Yeonjun's hair as you stood on one leg, tense as he held you open for him to feast on.

His tongue swirled once and your clit throbbed hard, making you whine. All of your stress was pent up but you were so close to releasing.

"That's it, baby. Come on...", Yeonjun urges you on as you tugged at his dark locks, his voice was muffled at being lost between your thighs, he knew your body and every reaction you've ever given him.

Pushing his face against you, using your tiptoes on one leg, as he kissed and sucked at your clit you felt yourself fucking his face, panting. Yeonjun was drooling on you and himself with a single mission, to get you off.

The hand holding your leg up left your skin a moment, giving your thigh a slap, feeling it sting as his hand groped at your flesh again. It had caused you to cry out in a small voice but he had to quickly grab you again to keep you held up. You were shaking, so close now, up on your tiptoes and circling fast, your hips sloppy, Yeonjun giving your clit all of the attention.

Unable to take it anymore, you shuddered, feeling your eyes roll as the ecstacy washed through you with speed, like lightening running through your body.

"Yeonjun! Yeonjun-ahh!", your voice was so weak as you came, your legs gave out but he had you, helping you sink to the kitchen floor with him.

Panting, your eyelids were heavy as you looked at your boyfriend, seeing his lips soaked with you, the wet shining on his chin. When you tried to lift your hand to wipe at him he stopped you, licking his lips himself.

"Now, lets get you in bed.", Yeonjun tells you, knowing you were spent and would finally rest like you needed.

(Sorry for the delay. And for anyone who's in the US, sorry for posting on Thanksgiving. But, I hope you enjoy. )

[toiletwipes]

and i'd give up forever to touch you

chapter three. eyes on fire.

Summary: Will goes over to your dorm, and ends up meeting Rosie, the girl of his dreams. And somehow, he finds comfort in the shared space with both of y'all.

ao3 link. ~2k words. masterlist.

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pulling into the campus, he calls your number, not wanting to take any more time than he has to. not that his heart didn't give him any grief because what would be the purpose of having a heart if he didn't need a reminder that he could fuck up at a moment's notice?

your voice rang out, calling out directions before he settles in a guest parking spot as he waits for you to come out of the dorm building, and when he sees you, he's pleasantly surprised.

your sweater and sweatpants wasn't what he expected but hey, it was saturday and he wasn't going to tell you to change. in your own dorm? a dick move, even he had standards not to do such a thing.

but if you were dressed comfortably, then rosie surely would be.

you skipped to his car, looking far too comfortable in holding his car door open and holding a hand out. and he can't tell if he's supposed to put his hand or his backpack in there. (he really didn't want to hold hands with you.)

he ends up holding out his wrist hesitantly and you didn't waste time, fingers latching onto his thin wrist and dragging him up two flights of stairs.

breathing in on a pattern of four beats, he manages to hide his ragged breathing to a minimum and watches as you didn't even unlock the door, pushes it open with a nudge of your elbow, and finds himself in a sweet smelling dorm room. it wasn't huge, but it wasn't that closet-esque typical dorm he saw in movies.

"rosie isn't here at the moment but when she does get here, she's supposedly bringing dinner with her, so, be on the lookout for that." you ramble absentmindedly as you continue your way through the dorm, picking up idle items that didn't make it past your judgemental stare.

he's standing. in the middle of the living room before you're there to usher him to take a seat on one of the couches. "i've been listening to this song on a nonstop loop for days, weeks now! and I'm just starting to realize that maybe bigger isn't better?"

"w-what? what do you mean by that?" he stumbles over his words several times, hoping that you didn't bring him here just to tell him he's out. but that wouldn't make any sense, you practically begged him to do this for you, let him have first dibs!

"i was going to ask a whole string of orchestra students to do this but after talking with my friend who's in orchestra, he said that barely anybody has time to do anything extra, except for him. and you know, that sucks but hey! he's a literal prodigy when it comes to strings so he'll be a big help." he blinks. you did this a lot, rambling, words spilling out as if you just spoke your thoughts as they came.

he listens to you talk more about the strings in the song before your phone rings and you don't seem to notice until the third ring.

when you picked it up, your face went slack and nodded. "coming then." hanging up and sliding your phone into your pocket, you hum as you stand. he goes to move with you but you just explain that rosie needs help with the food and that he just stays there and makes himself at home.

he waits until you close the door behind you before launching himself out the seat. he wouldn't have much time.

~~~

holding onto the brown bags of food, you glance around the dorm parking lot, as your roommate I digging through the back of her camry.

"so you invited your crush over?" she calls out from inside the car, and you're half tempted to kick her knees in from behind.

"he's not my crush."

"oh yeah? then why did you spend the past few days talking about him and your project, which to me, sounds like a way to baby trap him."

you gasp, choosing to kick at her shins.

"you-! it's just music, not a fuckin' baby."

"uh huh, sure. but if you ever need me to leave for like an hour, just text me," she teased as she finally slides out with a few plastic bags hanging on her arms. "come on, i'm sweating out here."

you huff as you let her pass you by, making her way up the stairs quietly before asking her what she thought of him.

"of wilbur? i don't know yet, never met the guy before and he sounds familiar but i can't say just yet." she shrugs, leaning against the wall for a second to catch her breath before moving to go up the stairs.

well for you, he was just..

amazing.

posted his own music, not even caring if anybody saw. he just wrote and played and sent it out because he couldn't just keep it to himself.

it made you want to do the same.

but that's why you're doing this, to get into the groove of writing, or more like transcribing really, and adjusting and recording, and just enjoying the music that comes out in the end. you wanted that with wilbur.

and as you approach your door, heart racing from the stairs and maybe from something else entirely. you wouldn't admit that someone has you like this. rosie wouldnt let you live it down.

she wouldn't let you forget for five minutes about your 'obsession' with him.

~~~

the door opens and he's standing in the kitchen with a glass of water and has to remind himself to swallow the mouthful he had when rosie walks in.

her hair settling on her shoulders like clouds, her face peaceful and flushed, from the stairs probably. and her sundress with a sweater over it, with her shoes- his heart almost couldn't take it.

and then you followed right up behind her with a big sigh heaving out of you. "remind me to sign petition for an elevator," you huff, placing the bags on the table and brushed past will to get to the living room again.

"put a movie on," rosie calls out to you as she empties out the bags of dinner. turning to him, she nudges him with a burger and chips in a bag, all for himself. "go make sure they actually put a movie on," she gives him a soft smile before turning back to the food at hand.

he nods, forgot what she said entirely as he shuffles to sit on one side of the couch with you dealing with the tv.

"what do you like to watch, will?" you asked, giving up on choosing a movie you liked already. it hadn't even passed a minute, will thinks to himself.

"i uhh, i don't really know." he answers weakly, but you shrug, clicked your tongue and moved on.

"put on twilight!" rosie calls out with a mouthful of chips.

"oooh, yeah, that's always good to watch," you mumble to yourself, scrolling through netflix as you searched for the title. finding it, you clicked on the play option, watching as the beginning plays out.

will eats his burger rather slow, watching rosie out of the corner of his eyes, watching as her face relaxed and munching on the food she got, and how she snorted with every line bella speaks.

"this soundtrack is so good," you moan out, listening to eyes on fire play through the speakers, and he brings himself to look at you. your knees pulled to your chest and your food sitting on the arm of the couch. "i hate how this is actually in my playlist, like all of the songs," you turn to will, smiling as you talked and he couldn't help but smile back at you, even if it was a small one.

he finishes his food by the time bella is hit with a car and panic spreads throughout the teenagers. "ah yes, that can be explained away, totally, edward," rosie nods her head, before snickering to herself, her nose crinkling upwards as she smiles to herself.

will sinks back into the couch, letting himself enjoy the movie, even for a little while, as you got up and headed towards a small door.

he watched you with half lidded eyes, as you dropped a blanket into his lap and wrapped your own grey, knitted blanket around your shoulders. when he tilts his head to the side and furrowed his eyebrows, you shrug. "you looked cold."

he nods but he doesn't understand. he has a jacket on and he wasn't actively shivering. unfolding it and covering his lap, his head leans back and sinks into the incredibly comfy couch.

and he doesn't notice that he dozes off until he starts to wake up again, only at the prom scene.

you're not beside him anymore and he notices that you and rosie are talking to each other in the kitchen, washing dishes. "so is he spending the night or are you going to send him home without, you know, boning him?" you shove her shoulder, he watches and feels his own face flush.

"are you kidding me? we met two days ago!"

"you didn't know the guy from kirk's party either, but you still had him over," rosie sticks her tongue at you swiping bubbles on her shoulder.

"that was last year! and you know damn well that we only smoked and watched the entire twilight saga," you defended yourself.

smoked?

"yeah, after y'all fucked- ow that one hurt!" rosie rubs her shoulder after you punched it soundly.

"you're making me look bad!" you whined.

"he's dead asleep, he can't see or hear anything, here, watch this," Rosie stalks over and he makes sure his eyes are closed as she grabs his head, turning it over so she can talk in his ear. "y/n has a-" you tackled her to the ground and he acts like he was startled awake, jolting upwards as the two roommates hit the floorboards. as if his heart wasn't already in his throat when she touched him-

"is everything alright?" he peers over the couch and finds you sitting on rosie's back with a strained face.

"yeah, everything is okay, anyways, did you want to head home or stay the night, because i know it's getting late and all." you posed the option for him and as much as he wanted to spend time with rosie, and surprisingly, you, he had to go into his office in the morning and work on some files.

not to mention his last classes for the week are tomorrow.

"that's- that's very nice of you, but i have work and school tomorrow, and i really should be getting home." he admits, almost disappointed in himself as he starts to pack his things together.

"okay, let me walk you out," you offered and didn't wait for a no as you held the door open for him.

he thanks you and waves bye to the streamer still on the floor, only she's now wiggling her eyebrows.

his face burns as he remembers rosie teasing you, the conversation he was clearly not to meant to hear.

"well, i'm glad we did this, even if we got nothing done," you say as you dug your hands into your armpits. he nods, listening to the echoing footsteps as you two walked down the stairwell, fumbling as he pulls his keys out and unlocking the car.

"yeah, it was… fun. i- i really appreciated this, y/n." he says this to you, and he means it. he wants to thank you for introducing him to rosie and for being… for being so- so nice.

you beam at him from his side, and he appreciates how bright it is despite the sun already settling beyond the horizon. "it was fun! we should do this again, well i mean if you really want to do this project together that's bound to happen but- hanging out, without the project is fun too," you let the word vomit happen, before saying a soft apology. "anyways, drive home safe, and don't be a stranger!" you say, leaning in and hugging his side before heading back up some stairs, watching as he pulls out of the parking spot before heading all the way up.

will doesn't know how you didn't hear his heart pounding, his right hand shifting from the steering wheel to his jacket pocket, fiddling with the underwear stuffed in there.

now to get back home.

...

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[serenityseventeen]

Mingyu (김민규):

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“Maybe I Love You”

synopsis: You and Mingyu are childhood friends and best friends. You two don't get to spend much time together due to promotions but after promotions, you hang out with him and his members. Mingyu wanted to hang out with you alone though; perhaps that meant something even when he didn't know it did.

genre: romance, fluff

characters: childhood-friend!bestfriend!mingyu x reader, ft. Seokmin, Minghao, Vernon, Seungkwan, Soonyoung, Joshua, Wonwoo, Woozi

word count: 2,193

a/n: I didn't expect the members to appear in this fic but they did lol... I might start writing my book soon! I've been making scenarios up in my head and writing them down in hopes of connecting them and making a plot hehe... + I'll try and finish Racket Boys today!

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“What? Mingyu's not coming?”

There was obvious disappointment in your expression and tone as those words slipped from your mouth. Minghao and Seokmin nodded, knowing how much you wanted your childhood best friend to come.

“Why?” You asked upon seeing the other two 1997 liners' faces. They were just smiling softly with their eyes slightly narrowed.

“He had a schedule last minute and since it's a commercial opportunity, the manager edged him to go for the sake of our reputation,” Minghao replied.

“Oh, well, that's okay then. You guys brought Vernon!” You smiled brightly because it was the first time you and Vernon had hung out in a while.

With the four movie tickets in your hand, you took a picture outside of the theater with the three of them and then headed inside to watch the movie. Mingyu had wanted to watch this particular film; it was about a man who was a former kickboxer and a woman who was nearly blind after a car accident. You recalled him expressing so much excitement to see the movie but it was such a shame for him to not be there.

As you sat down in the dark theater on the comfy red chairs with a red and white striped bowl of popcorn and a can of soda in the cupholder, you couldn't help but feel strangely sad.

It had been around a week since you and Mingyu saw each other. He had been so busy with work that he didn't even have time to reply to your texts and when he did, it was hours past when you sent it. He didn't even have time to call you or anything.

Without him around, you began to miss him. Sometimes he would disappear for months, only contacting you a few times a week, but that was when he was busy with world tours and you were also busy. Workloads were enough to make you forget you even had a childhood best friend.

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“Why are you drinking?” Joshua asked. Mingyu was in the kitchen with a wine glass filled with grapey, maroon wine.

“Simply because I feel like it,” Mingyu answered. It was nearly 10 pm when he returned to the dorm. He was extremely aggrieved.

Mingyu had been looking forward to the movie only to have the chance slip away from him like sand escaping through the spaces between his fingers. He had been working nonstop, from photoshoots to commercials, interviews to vlogs, writing lyrics and creating verses; Mingyu barely had any time to himself these days.

Most importantly, pictures of you on social media made him miss you. When he opened Instagram, the first post he saw on his feed was a photo of you with Minghao, Seokmin, and Vernon. He smiled softly when he viewed the picture but inside, he wished that it was him who went to the theater and watched a movie while sitting by your side, sharing popcorn.

“Are you okay?” Joshua asked, filling in the silent moment with his gentle voice.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

Joshua nodded and patted Mingyu on the back.

Mingyu continued to stare at the photo. For some reason, he couldn't get over how Vernon had his arms around your shoulder. He almost couldn't stand that you were smiling so brightly with the members.

He wanted to message you but he didn't, assuming that you were still at the movies.

Mingyu flushed out his glass of wine down the sink and went to bed. He had high hopes for the next few days since promotions were finally over. He wasn't going to have workload after workload, and he would have time to spend with you, his childhood best friend.

When Mingyu got into his fluffy bed, he turned off the lamp and stared up at the black, blank ceiling. For some reason, seeing nothing but blackness reminded him of you when you two were little, around the age of 7.

Your parents were out of town and placed you in the care of your neighbor. You and Mingyu we're already friends since you two went to the same primary school. Both of you were naive and innocent kids so his parents allowed you two to share a bedroom with you sleeping on his bed and Mingyu sleeping on the floor.

“Hey, Mingyu?”

Mingyu, being a sleepyhead, only let out a hum in reply. The darkness was drawing him closer to Dreamland.

“Are you scared of the dark?”

Mingyu opened his eyes but was unsurprisingly met with the pitch blackness of the room. He felt the bed beside him before replying, “Yeah, it's a little scary.”

“Then, want to hold my hand?”

Little Mingyu smiled. “Okay. Are you scared of the dark too?”

“No. Only because I'm in your house.”

Mingyu patted his hand against the bed before catching your hand that was dangling from the bed, holding it tightly.

Mingyu felt a small yearning to hold that hand again in this night with his heartbeat quickening just thinking of you.

-

The next day was nothing like he expected.

Mingyu wanted to hang out with you only but you two were hanging out with everyone. You came to the dorms so it wouldn't be a surprise that the members joined into your activity of playing games on a console.

Mingyu was glad some members like Jeonghan and Joshua got the message that Mingyu was hinting at and left quietly after waving you goodbye. However, Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan were all clueless. The game was so fun that it got them rolling and you just joined in on the fun. Mingyu didn't mind them but if he was honest, he just wanted you and him alone.

What he had to thank them for though was their amount of talent in making you laugh. That comedic trio never failed to make you burst into laughter. He loved that laugh of yours, for some reason, whenever he saw that laugh, he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off it.

Jihoon and Wonwoo were snacking on the couch, spectating the game on the screen. However, something else caught their attention and it was the way that Mingyu was gazing at you as if he was dazed.

Wonwoo pushed up his glasses. “I'm pretty sure that I won the bet.”

Jihoon shook his head. “No, not yet. Just because he's looking at Y/N as if Y/N is the world to him does not mean they are dating. I'll give you the 100 when he tells us himself that they are dating.”

“That wasn't a part of the deal,” Wonwoo said, chuckling while munching on the chips. The bag was red and was placed on his lap. “You said clearly, ‘Okay, then I bet that Mingyu doesn't like Y/N’.”

“A gaze doesn't determine one's feelings.”

“Oh, it does.”

Wonwoo got up and left with the bag in his hands.

Jihoon tilted his head, having a bad feeling about the bet the more that he stared at Mingyu's gaze toward you. It was filled with so much love and warmth and the sincerity in his sparkling eyes was certainly undeniable.

-

Mingyu was walking awkwardly with his hands in his pockets, by your side. He had insisted to walk you home after you two hung out at the dorm with the other members.

“Today was fun,” You said. “Oh yeah, I didn't get to ask this because I was talking with the other members but how come you ended promotions after them?”

Mingyu chuckled. “Oh, now you care about my schedules?”

“No, I'm just genuinely curious. Do you get paid more?”

Mingyu smiled and placed his arm around your shoulder naturally and comfortably as you two walked down the street. The sun was setting but the sky was cloudy.

“I guess I was just in high demand.”

You let out a “pfft” because even though your best friend was a celebrity, you always found it hard to believe that he had thousands of people falling in love with him.

Mingyu smiled and both of you continued walking.

“Oh, about the movie you wanted to watch yesterday, do you plan on going to the theater? I can try to get movie tickets for it again.”

Mingyu shook his head. “I might rent it at watch it at home. I never know when I might have to go shoot a commercial real quick.”

You hit his chest playfully, knowing that it probably wasn't going to happen since promotion weeks were over.

Suddenly, Mingyu said in a soft but husky voice, “I missed you.”

You paused, feeling your heart pound out of your chest from his 3-word sentence. It sounded so sincere but since he's said it so many times, the possibility of it being a joke was there too.

“For some reason, I kept thinking of you. I guess I was just really looking forward to meeting you and the disappointment from not being able to left a small scratch in my heart.”

“You're joking right?”

“How are you feeling right now?” Mingyu asked.

“What?”

His question was so straightforward that it caught you off guard. The seriousness in his voice made you nervous. If you were honest about your feelings at that moment, would you have the courage to say, ‘nervous because you're so close to me and acting like this’?

Mingyu was ready to risk everything. All the years of friendship, all the memories, he was ready to risk it. He was sure of his feelings and even though he only realized them recently, he knew that it was true. He didn't want to leave the fact blind.

Quietly, Mingyu kissed you on the cheek before pushing himself away shyly. His tongue was tangled and he was barely able to say anything.

Finally, he said, “I think I love you.”

“All of a sudden?”

Your response made him nervous.

“Yeah. I just found out. I'm confident that I've liked you for a long time.”

Mingyu scratched his head and bit his lip before giving you a gentle kiss on your lips. The kiss was sweet and warm but short-lived. When Mingyu pulled away with red ears, the first thing he did was apologize.

Your heart was racing. It always was and around him only.

“How do you feel now?” Mingyu asked, expectant. He looked into your eyes and a gentle smile on his face.

“I- I'm feeling in love,” You said, avoiding his eyes. “with you.”

The embarrassment of confessing made you run off while covering your blushing face. Mingyu called out for you and followed you with a bright smile.

“Wait for me! I'm ready to love!”

You had been in love with Mingyu for a long time. You figured out your feelings for him when you two were in middle school but you never confessed. Unlike Mingyu, you were afraid to risk the relationship. You didn't want to stop being around him because of how good he made you feel inside. His happy smile and giggles brightened your days and he would always treat you with the utmost care, making your heart melt.

It was him and him only. You knew it from the beginning.

Mingyu caught up with you and instead of a friendly arm around the shoulder, he grabbed your hand and held it tightly. He flashed you a heart-fluttering smile and proceeded to walk with you, hand in hand.

-

[an hour before]

Mingyu was digging in the fridge for a drink that you liked. When he closed the door, he was surprised and jumped when he saw Wonwoo standing beside him.

Mingyu stood up without taking his eyes off Wonwoo. “What?? Why are you looking at me like that??”

“I know that you like Y/N.”

Mingyu nearly choked on his saliva. He needed to place the drinks down and place his hands on the counter as assistance.

“What?”

“You love Y/N, it's so obvious to everyone. Don't tell me that you didn't know it yourself. The way you look at them, the way you smile around them, the way you look when you're without them... Y/N must be on your mind all the time, huh?”

Mingyu was just standing still, confused. “What?” was all that could come out in reply.

“Sometimes you think about them and feel your heartbeat quicken or you want to hold their hand, make them laugh, comfort them, see them. You just want them around and without them, you miss them greatly. The comfort you get from Y/N is making it hard to realize your feelings, isn't it?”

Mingyu just stared blankly at Wonwoo.

Maybe Wonwoo was right.

“Maybe I do love Y/N.”

Mingyu looked up at Wonwoo and smiled, thanking him and leaving with the drinks, the realization of his feelings finally hitting him in the chest.

Wonwoo turned around to Jihoon who was pretending to mind his own business.

“You heard that right?” Wonwoo asked with a smug grin.

Jihoon rolled his eyes. “He said ‘maybe’, it's not definite.”

Wonwoo held out his hand, demanding the 100 dollars.

“He said ‘love’, he's already past the ‘liking’ stage.”

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© serenityseventeen

time finished: 7/30/21 - 3:34 pm

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 15

Request: Yes or No

Nebula and Tonys friendship was v cute and we deserved to see Tony be a dad to her. This feels v short so I'm sorry

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"Maybe some company will do you good, (Y/N)." Natasha said softly, rubbing your arm. You stayed silent, staring at the table. Rhodes had offered you your old room back but you couldn't give him an answer. Your gaze shifted to the glass of water, brows furrowing when the water in the glass began to move. Natasha followed your gaze.

"I'm not doing that." You said softly, glancing at her. Steve entered the room, heading towards the exit.

"Something's coming." He called. Rhodes and Bruce quickly followed him out. You stood up, doing the same. You walked out onto the field, seeing Pepper staring up at a ship. You watched the woman set it down, looking back at you all. Steve ran forward, helping Tony off the ship. Pepper sobbed, running forward as well. You turned, walking back towards the facility.

"Great, the douchebag survived." You muttered, opening the door and sitting back down. You knew loss would come with trying to save the world but you didn't expect to lose everyone you loved. Clint and Natasha were still around but they were grieving as well.

"(Y/N), this is Carol Danvers, a friend of Fury." Natasha said as she entered the room. You turned to look at the blonde, giving a small nod. You watched as Rhodes pulled up images of everyone who had been lost to catch Tony up. Your gaze dropped onto the table when you saw your friends images appear.

"World governments are in pieces. He did.. He did exactly what he was planning to do. He wiped out.. 50 percent of all living creatures." Natasha explained, voices getting softer. You took in a shakey breath, sitting up and glancing at everyone. You made eye contact with Tony. He was skinny and weak but he held sadness in his eyes.

"Is Barton..?" Tony trailed off.

"Clint survived... Laura and the kids are gone." You told him, voice threatening to crack. Tony inhaled deeply, nodding.

"Where is Thanos? Where is he now?" Tony asked, looking at Steve. Steve frowned.

"We don't know. He just.. Opened a portal and walked through." Steve said, staring down at the floor. Tony hummed, turning to look at Thor.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's pissed. He thinks he failed. Which, yeah he did but so did the rest of us." The talking raccoon, Rocket, said. You didn't have enough energy to question how a raccoon ended up in space, much less question how it could talk.

"Honestly, until this exact last second, I thought you were a build-a-bear." Tony said, looking at him.

"Maybe I am." Rocket muttered in a tired and defeated tone.

"Thanos has been missing for three weeks now. We've got nothing. Tony, you fought him."

"Who told you that? No, he wiped my face with a planet while the magician gave away the stone. That's what happened. There was no fight-"

"Okay, okay.. Did he give you any clues?" Steve asked. Tony blew some raspberries, shrugging. You sighed at his childish response.

"I had a vision. I didn't want to believe it.. Thought I was dreaming-"

"Tony, I need you to focus."

"-And I needed you. As in past tense. That trumps what you need. You know what I need?" Tony knocked over some glasses, standing up from his wheelchair. "I need to shave."

"Tony, Tony, stop." Rhodes approached him as Tony ripped off his IV needle.

"What we needed was a suit of armour around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not." Tony looked over everyone.

"Your project got Sokovia destroyed and ruined." You reminded him, finger running over the rim of the glass cup. Tony began stumbling as he argued with Steve, stumbling towards him. He ripped off the Arc reactor, putting it in Steve's hand before falling to the ground. He fainted afterwards so Rhodes and Steve got him to the medical unit.

"This is such a shitshow. I'm going home." You said, standing up and picking up the glass. Natasha turned towards you.

"Stay for a little longer-"

"For what? So I can be told nothing's gonna bring back by family? My best friends? I had nothing then I had something and now I have nothing again." You flinched when the cup shattered, pieces of glass and water landing on the ground. You sighed softly, taking the shards stuck in your skin out.

"Sorry. I'll clean this up." You mumbled, using your other hand to get the water off the floor. Carol blinked, watching in surprise. You opened one of the cabinets, pulling out the first aid kit. You turned your head when Carol stood beside you.

"Hey." You breathed out, running your hand under water to wash away some of the blood. Carol picked up the antibiotic cream, using a cotton ball to dab it onto your cuts. You didn't really feel like healing yourself.

"I'm sorry you lost so many people." She said quietly, picking up the bandages and wrapping them around your hand.

"Well, shit happens." You looked at your bandaged palm, sighing softly.

"I lost two best friends." Carol said, leaning against the counter.

"Nick and Monica, the daughter of a good friend." Carol looked at you, arms crossing.

"Sams' sister calls nonstop and I don't know what to tell her. She has two toddlers, both parents passed away, and she's a widow. How can I tell her that her older brother turned into dust and I couldn't do anything to save him? Dad and I can't even look at each other without noticing how empty the house feels. I wake up everyday hoping it was all a nightmare but then I don't hear Laura telling the kids to get up or Clint going on about teaching Lila archery." You looked away from her, eyes watering. Carol placed a gentle hand on your arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"You did what you could. What you have to do now is be there for the people who are still here. Your friends sister needs you. She needs someone familiar. Someone close to Sam and someone who was there in his last moments." Carol said, watching you.

"You'll never get back up if you keep knocking yourself down." She said softly. You let out a shakey sigh, nodding and sniffling. Carol offered you a napkin, patting your back before she walked away. You wiped away your tears and splashed some water on your face, patting your face dry. You turned and grabbed the broom and collector, taking care of the glass. You put the first aid kit away as Carol re-entered the room with Natasha and Steve following.

"Hey, we usually do things as a team here." Natasha said as Carol spun around to look at her.

"We realize up there is your territory but this is our fight too." Steve added.

"Do you even know where he is?" Rhodes asked, head tilting. Carol shrugged lightly.

"I know people who might."

"Don't bother." You looked at the blue android girl, Nebula.

"I can tell you where Thanos is." She revealed. The humans glanced at each other before gathering in the office to hear what she had to say. You leaned against the doorway, semi interested.

"Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. When he worked he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled I wanted to please him.. I'd ask where we would go once his plan was complete. His answer was always the same." Nebula turned her head to look at everyone. "To the garden."

"That's cute. Thanos has a retirement plan." Rhodes mumbled as Rocket climbed onto the table, making a hologram of Earth appear.

"When Thanos snapped his fingers, Earth became ground zero for ridiculously high cosmic proportions. Nobody's ever seen anything like it." Rocket said, making the hologram change to a different planet.

"Until two days ago on this planet." Rocket motioned to the planet shown. Nebula nodded, leaning forward.

"He used the stones again." Natasha whispered. Everyones attention shifted onto the planet.

"You can count me out. I have a therapy session soon." You called, turning around and walking down the steps.

"You go to therapy?" Rhodes asked, brows furrowing as he turned to face you.

"Yeah, it's called napping."

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You entered the house, taking in a deep breath. Neither you or Clint dared clean up the place. Everything was left exactly how it had been left after Thanos snapped his fingers. You entered the livingroom, gaze landing on the metal on the ground. You sighed softly, picking up the monitor. Clint had broken it. Clint not following the rules of his house arrest was probably the least of the governments problems. You tossed it onto the couch, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"Beer, beer, beer, leftovers, beer." You mumbled as you sorted through the fridge. You shut the fridge, looking at the drawings and pictures pinned to it with magnets. You swallowed, leaving the kitchen. You stepped over the Legos on the ground, going to the front door. You watched as Clint drew an arrow, shooting it at a target in the distance. All Clint did was practice. Probably to get his mind off things.

"Should I head into town for food?" You called out. Clint stayed silent so you took it as a no. You took out your phone, looking at the contact.

Sarah Wilson

You watched it ring, guilt creeping into your heart. You sighed, licking your lips and answering.

"Hello?"

"Oh, thank god! I've been trying to reach you for the past few weeks. I haven't heard anything yet about Sam and the others. How is Sam? Is he with you?"

"Sam.." You started, biting down on your lip as you shut your eyes. You let out a heavy sigh, taking a seat on the stairs.

"I should explain everything in person, Sarah. I'm not gonna make you wait until I get to Louisiana. Sam.. He, uh.. He didn't make it. I'm s-sorry." You sniffled, hearing a soft gasp leave Sarah.

"Oh, God.." She whispered.

"I-I'll stop by. I tell you everything but.. Sam.. Sam was a hero until the end." You said softly, hearing the kids in the background. You were relieved she wasn't completely alone.

"C-Could you just stay with me on the phone?" Sarah asked softly.

"Yeah, of course." You replied, answering her softly cry.

"What the hell am I gonna do now? Half the folks in town are gone and.." Sarah sniffled. You listened to her soft sniffles and sobs, sighing softly.

"I'm not gonna leave you, Sarah. Sam would have my head if I did." You smiled softly, hearing her chuckle.

"Thank you."

[5sosxqueen]

Poor Lad Is Very Sick

< Part 1 , < Part 2 , ~Part 3~

You guys have no idea how much I have to do for these gifs now... it's a pain in the ass, but I like this layout too much to change it. I started working on this at 10pm my time and it's almost 1am now.

Anyways, isn't Duke just the cutest?? 🥰😍

Warnings: hospital, mention of panic attacks

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Feb 14, 2018

Word Count: 1,382

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 3:

Calum's POV:

      'What is that sound?' *beep, beep, beep, sniffle, beep* 'Is someone crying? Why? Why can't I open my eyes or move my body....? What's going on? Michael? Ashton? Luke? Guys help me... Why aren't you answering? Who's crying?' "Calum please wake up..." I heard what sounded like Michael talking. Was I asleep? "We miss you so much Cal-Pal. You need to fight this and come back to us." I heard sniffling as he was talking.

       "I love you Cal. Please don't leave us..." Ash. He was the one crying, his voice wavering every second. 'Don't cry Ash. Why would you think I would leave you guys?' I didn't even know if I was even producing the words. 'I have to find a way to tell them I'm ok!' I suddenly felt something on my hand...

Michael's POV:

      I had Cal's hand gripped tightly in my larger one. I wanted to make sure he knew I was here. I talked to him, held his hand, and brushed the fringe from his closed eyes every chance I got since we got here.

      Ash has been crying nonstop, while Luke cradles him. Luke has managed to stay so strong during all of this. He's only broken down once. too be honest with myself I've broken down more then I would care to admit aloud, more than the occasional tear here and there that I've let show. I hate showing my emotions... I'm trying not to, but I feel like I am getting ready to lose the internal battle, fighting the tears from falling. I break. I rush a hand to cover my mouth in a failed attempt to cover a sob. I lower my head to the bed and just start praying, tearfully praying to a God that I don't even know exists, never letting go of his hand.

      I felt a twitch... No. I must have imagined it.

      Another twitch.

      I shot my head up and locked my gaze on our interlocked hands. I stare for what feels like forever, although it is only a few seconds. I see it, his hand moved. "HIS HAND MOVED!" I jumped out of my seat as Ashton slowly climbed off Luke's lap.

      "Are- are you sure Michael?" Luke asked me, glancing over to the bed.

      "Is he... Waking up?" Ashton looked over at the shell that once our best friend with eyes filled with hope.

       "YES! I FELT IT LUKE! I don't know Ash, but I think he might be starting to." I looked over to Calum and we all watched in amazement and pure awe, as he scrunched up his face. He squeezed my hand tight and I took a step forward. "Calum? Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand twice if you can hear me." I instantly crashed to my knees in a fit of complete solace, as I felt two weakened pumps. "He-" I couldn't form the words.

       "Michael?" I looked to Luke and saw the tears that we're threatening to fall from his ever so hopeful gaze. I nodded.

        "He's awake... Calum's awake...." I bawled. I was beyond relieved knowing that our friend would be ok.

       "Oh, thank God!" Luke got up from the chair he had been sitting in for a little over a week, minus getting some nights sleep and to lazily bathe. "Calum, buddy, don't try to talk. I know you probably have loads of questions and I'm sorry, but you have a tube in your mouth right now." Luke speaking soft as he walked over to the head of the bed. A tear slowly streamed down Calum's ghostly face.

Ashton's POV:

       Though the blurriness of my eyes, I walked over and calmly pushed the button for the nurse. I could tell that upon walking in it looked as if nothing had changed. Calum still had his eyes shut, he's responded to everything one way or another.

       'Calum's going to be ok. He is ok!' I thought contently. The nurse walked in and saw us hovering over the bed for the millionth time since he has been here. "How may I help you boys?" She asked nicely.

       "He's awake." We all almost yelled through our tears and giddiness.

       "He is?" He, very slowly and very shakily, lifted his thumb up, as he slowly cracked his eyes open adjusting to the bright contrast of light. She must have seen it too, as her face lit up. "Huh! Well good morning Calum... I'm going to take a look at your eyes bud. Bright light." She explained walking over to Cal's bedside and pulling out a small flashlight. She shot it back and forth in front of one eye as he held it open and then repeated the action with the other. "Everything looks good." She exclaimed looking over his vitals. "I will be right back boys. I have to talk to Dr. Kilarjian." With that she swiftly walked out of the room and into the hallway.

        Soon enough the doctor and the nurse walked in with bright smiles on their faces. "I heard Calum is awake... I heard that his vitals are doing great... Guess what that means." We looked at each other dumbfounded and shook our heads, shrugging, clueless to what she was going to say. "It means I'm going to try to wean Mr. Hood off the ventilator." If we weren't crying happily before, we definitely were now. "I'm going to lower the ventilator about 5% and we will see if anything worrisome occurs, but if nothing done then I will lower it another 5% and so on." We nodded super anxious to get this tube out of his throat.

       She did just that, started slowly weaning him off the tube. The ventilator was originally only at 35% it didn't take too long.

      "Ok Calum, I'm going to take out that annoying tube now. You will need to cough to help me get it moving. This will hurt since this has been down your throat for quite some time. It's best with you being a singer that you don't talk for a day or two, or until you feel like it. We will supply you withe a pen and paper or you can use your phone. Either way, are you ready?" He nodded eagerly. She turned the ventilator of and watched him breathe for a minute. She unhooked the tube from the machine and undid the tape that was securing it. "Ok cough." He coughed and gagged slightly as she slid the tube from his throat. He started to feel suffocated, which sounds bad, but it was actually a really good sign. After it was out he looked around and Dr. Kilarjian rose his bed up.

       She handed him the promised pen and paper and he quickly put it to use. 

'How long was I out for?' 

      "About a week and a half bud." I responded. His face dropped. 

'And my chest hurts due to the tube right?'  He pointed the paper at the doctor.

       "That's right Calum. You will be sore for a while. It will also take a day or two for you to be able to walk or move around." He went to write something else. "If you are wondering what cashed all of this, it was pneumonia. Really bad at that." He nodded and showed her the half written sentence. That was what he was getting ready to ask. 

'How long will I have to be here now? I know I just woke up from a coma, so it will be a while, but I want to go home. It's all cleared up right?' 

      "It may be a while. I think you should stay for at least 3 days just to make sure everything clear and that there are no complications." Calum nodded and leaned his head back against the pillow, content that all of his questions were answered.

       Calum had to do some physical therapy for a while, but once he could walk again and was given the all clear he was released from the hospital with some medicine he had to take for 5 days. Now he is right back to singing and jumping/running around on stage, back to his happy self.

[tteokggukk]

fireworks → knj

⭒ pairing: namjoon x reader

⭒ genre: fluff, friends to lovers

⭒ words: 1.1k

⭒ warnings: none

⭒ summary: it’s new year’s eve and you decide to ditch finding someone for a new year’s kiss. instead, you spend your time waiting for the fireworks with your best friend, namjoon, stalling and talking about how fireworks worked.

⭒ a/n: just wanna say i’m not a physics major asDAJSLK so pls don’t come for me ✌

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​

You've never felt this comfortable in weeks.

The night breeze felt cool on your skin as you watched the people below enjoying the festivities tonight during new year's eve. From the top of this hill, everything felt calmer. It was quieter, and there was no need to interact with all your other friends and acquaintances. It was just you, the night sky, the stars, and Namjoon.

He was busier these days but always made sure to make time for you. You assured him that you didn't need him to constantly stay by your side, you respected how hard he worked and was just grateful that you could talk to him anytime. Namjoon never listened though. He'd always arrive at the smallest of issues, ready to make you feel better. He'd take you on spontaneous museum dates and walks on nature parks, and even on late night drives.

Namjoon was the perfect description of a best friend.

Was, because the more time you spent with him, the more you began to notice the dimples on his cheeks every time he smiled, the way he explains just about anything with eloquence, and how he's always attentive when it comes to your needs. It definitely bothered you, because even his clumsiness was beginning to be endearing when it was something you used to tease him about nonstop.

In your eyes, Namjoon was slowly becoming more than just a friend. 

You feel the heat begin to pool on your face at the thought of what he was starting to mean to you.

"Here," Namjoon covers you with his thick jacket when he notices you touching your cheeks, mistakenly thinking you were cold when really, you were feeling flustered, "You should've worn something thicker."

"That's why I have you," you tease, flashing him one of your cheesy smiles. Namjoon smiled at your words before looking up at the sky.

"What time is it?" He asks, not quite meeting your gaze. You catch the way he's fidgeting with his fingers and how he was on his toes swaying back and forth— one of the tells that he was nervous. 

Why was he?

Your brow raises at his behavior. Checking the time on your watch, you jokingly ask, "A few minutes left 'til midnight. Why? Do you wanna leave?"

He looks down and laughs, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "Of course not, I wanna watch with you."

"You sure?"

"Yes, ____, there's nowhere else I'd rather be," he sends you a reassuring smile that immediately fills your body with warmth. You had to look away before you broke into a crazy-looking grin in front of him.

"What about you? I might be keeping you from a potential new year's kiss partner," Namjoon says teasingly as he leans on the fence, trying to act as normal as possible.

"Psh, please. Even if I were down there no one would wanna touch these lips," you snorted, "Instead, I'll annoy you by talking about how fireworks work."

"You wouldn't be annoying me because I'm actually looking forward to it."

Those words were nowhere close to a confession, maybe not even close to what might be hinted as a confession, but your heart still did several backflips at what you heard. It's safe to say you were now struggling to keep your cool even in this cold weather. You cleared your throat.

Before you could think of saying something clever, the sound of people counting completely grabbed your attention.

50 seconds left ‘til midnight.

Namjoon was fidgeting even more now, but you didn’t notice because of how occupied you were with the thought of fireworks.

"People are counting," Namjoon says followed by a nervous laugh.

"I know," you gulped.

Should you tell him? Or should you just shrug it off and talk about fireworks?

 "So the way fireworks work can be explained by the law of conservation of energy, one of the most basic laws of physics," You start. Namjoon's eyes turn wide at the way you started explaining at lightning speed.

Maybe it’s best to keep these feelings to yourself.

"Before it ignites, it's total chemical energy must remain the same after it explodes. The energy is then released as light, heat, sound, and movement," you continued. 

40 seconds.

While you went on talking about chemical energy, you unknowingly washed away the nervousness Namjoon previously felt by the sound of your voice.

He's realized this before, but everything was much clearer tonight. Every little thing he's done for you these past couple of weeks was done out of something more than friendship— and he knew. As you continued talking about the physics involved in fireworks, Namjoon knew all he wanted was to get lost in your eyes and listen to the sound of your voice forever.

"There's also an action-reaction involved because it gives off hot exhaust gases that fire backwards, creating an opposite equal reaction."

30 seconds.

"So tell me if I've got this right," Namjoon places his hands on your shoulders, "Law of conservation of energy?"

"Right," You nodded.

"Law of action-reaction."

"Right."

"And ____, I'm in love with you."

"Right— wait, what?" 

You could feel your heat leaping out of your chest while he stared deeply into your eyes. Are you sure you heard him right? Or were you hearing things? You wanted to ask him to say it one more time just to be sure, but at this point it was impossible to even choke out your words.

"I'm in love with you. I have been all this time," Namjoon continues, "You're the first person I want to see at the end of a busy day and you're the only one I want to be with whenever we go to certain places. I'd go on endless night drives with you while listening to you talk about the physics involved in fireworks and other things and I'm— I'm just deeply, wholeheartedly, in love with you.”

“Ten, nine, eight…” The crowd below continues counting down, even louder this time. Namjoon continues searching your eyes, feeling afraid that you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. His hands fall from your shoulders, but he doesn’t leave.

“Namjoon, I’m in l--“

Just as you were about to confess, the sound of the crowd drowns out your voice.

“What?” Namjoon squints and leans closer to you, but the crowd only gets louder.

There was no point in trying to shout it out. With one last sigh, you decide to muster up all your courage to gently grab the fabric of his shirt to pull him even closer.

Three, two, one.

As the fireworks lit up the sky, all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat while Namjoon’s soft lips were pressed against yours. You could feel each other smiling through the kiss while his large hands cupped your face, making you feel even warmer. When you two finally pulled away, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the shy grin on Namjoon’s face. The sound of your laugh leaves him wanting more as he pulls you in for another.

Looks like you got your new year’s kiss after all.

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Luke Patterson // Miscommunication

"Where are you going?" You ask as you watch Alex fix his hair.

"Me, Julie, Reggie, and Layla are going to the movies," he said distractedly.

"Oh, that sounds fun. Can I come?" You asked with a small, hopeful smile. He had asked you to come over and help him with his math homework but an hour in, halfway through the worksheet he had gotten a text and dropped his pencil.

"Oh, Layla already bought our tickets," he said, sliding his hands through his hair once more.

"I can buy my own ticket," you laugh breathily.

"Well we're going to get dinner after and Layla made the reservations," he said, not looking up from the laces of his shoes.

"Okay, do you want to hang out later?" You asked.

"Maybe tomorrow. I'll text you, okay?" He ruffled your hair before he was leaving the room, leaving you alone in his space. You felt almost like a little sibling, too young to hang out with the older kids. You swallowed it down, assuring yourself that you were just reading too much into previously made plans. You shake it off as you pack up your stuff.

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To Julie: you wanna hang out?

From Julie: I kinda already have plans :/

To Julie: okay, maybe another time? :)

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To Reggie: you busy?

From Reggie: yeah, got plans.

To Reggie: oh okay :)

Read

To Alex: you wanna do something?

From Alex: sorry babes, plans.

To Alex: wyd?

Read

You throw your phone down and link your fingers on your stomach, staring up at the ceiling as you process. All of your friends are together right now and none of them invited you.

Except Luke.

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"Babe?" You whispered to yourself. Reggie never called you babe. He called you 'sport' and 'kid' to be a dick because you're the youngest. You shake your head, trying to force the entire text conversation out of your head as you grab your book from your locker.

"Yo," you flinch when someone appears beside you, and your cheeks flare up when Luke comes into your vision. The butterflies in your stomach are very quickly squashed when you remember Reggie's words. "You wanna hang out later?" Luke asked, poking your cheek.

"Um, I can't, my mom needs me to pick up my brother from school," you said, staring into your locker to avoid his eyes.

"I can drive you there," he offered, ducking his head to try and catch your eyes.

"I um, I have a lot on my mind so I'm just going to walk, but thanks Luke," you give him a halfhearted smile, slam your locker shut, and turn to walk away. Luke calls your name but he doesn't try and chase after you.

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"Where have you been, I feel like I haven't seen you in years," Alex said as he climbed onto your bed and draped his entire body over your back. You grunted, hiding your face under the covers as he took it upon himself to cuddle you.

"I saw you at school today," you muttered into your blankets.

"No, I saw you, I said hi, and you ran away," Alex corrected.

"I didn't run away," you mumbled. Alex tugged the blankets down to reveal your face and he smiled softly at you.

"Whats going on?" He whispered. You sighed, rolling over until you were on your back and he was beside you. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and waited patiently as you worked up the courage to say what you were thinking.

"I feel silly," you covered your face with your hands as you groaned.

"For what?" Alex pushed.

"Cause I feel left out," you whispered.

"What? All you have to do is text me and I'd be here within the minute. You're like my favorite person ever, Y/n," Alex chuckled.

"Alex," you uncover your face to look at him. "I've texted you every day this week and you keep telling me you're busy," you said.

"What?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows. "No, I've been texting you nonstop, you haven't answered." Alex struggled to lift his hips and pull out his phone, then he showed you messages of your name and a long two of texts from him. You click on the contact with your name and your forehead creased.

"Alex, this isn't even my number!" You said.

"What?" He took his phone back. You pulled your phone out and showed him your message thread, with all of your messages. Alex grabbed your phone and tried to call his phone.

His phone didn't ring.

"Okay, this is weird," Alex mumbled.

"Wait," you looked down at your phone, eyebrows furrowed. "Look at these texts from Reggie. I thought it was really weird that he called me 'babe' because he's never done that," you showed Alex the thread and he furrowed his eyebrows. Alex looked up at you with a slack face of realization.

"Layla calls everyone 'babe'," he said.

"Layla? Why would she text me as Reggie?" You asked.

"She likes Luke!" Alex exclaimed, making you flinch. "She likes Luke, you like Luke, and Luke obviously likes you, it makes so much sense," he smacked his forehead.

"Luke doesn't even like me though," you deflected.

"Now's not the time for denial, we have a bitch to bust," he jumped up from your bed and dragged you out of it.

"Don't say anything like that ever again," you laughed as he tried to pull you out of your room. "Alex! Wait, i need clothes!"

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"Y/n!" Julie cheered as Alex tugged you into Layla living room.

"Hey guys," you wave a bit shyly, which is off character at this point.

"Please tell me you're staying," Reggie pouted.

"Actually, we're here for a bit of an interrogation," Alex said, crossing his arms as he looked over at Layla. She raised her eyebrows with a look of innocence.

"Raise your hand if you've texted Y/n at all this week," Alex said. Only Luke raised his hand.

"I've tried, but she hasn't answered," Julie said.

"Yeah, same here," Reggie nodded.

"Yeah, I thought it was weird that she hasn't been around so I went over to her house. We made some pretty shocking discoveries too," Alex took your phone from your hand and opened up the messages that Reggie had supposedly sent you. "Do you remember sending these messages, Reggie?" Alex asked, handing him the phone. Reggie read them over and his face twisted up.

"What the hell? No, I didn't send any of these," he said.

"Let me see," Luke reached for the phone.

"No, Luke, wait," you tried to grab it but it was already in his hand and he was already reading them. You muttered a curse as you tried to hide behind your hand, stepping a bit behind Alex.

"Oh," he whispered. "I never said that!" He assured, pointing to the phone.

"I don't think any of us have been talking for ourself. Layla, anything to say?" Alex turned to her with an icy expression.

"Why would I have anything to do with this?" She said, raising her hands and softening her eyes.

"Because you've been trying to throw yourself at Luke since we met you and you knew they liked each other," Julie said, standing up and walking to your side, crossing her arms as Alex was.

"I wouldn't do anything this manipulative or sneaky, that's not who I am! I genuinely like you guys, I wouldn't do anything to betray your trust! Why-" she was cut off as her phone started to ring. Alex smirked, turning Y/n's towards her, Reggies name flashing on the contact.

"You changed our numbers so our messages would go to your phone and had Y/n believing that we were icing her out. As far as I'm concerned, you're a jealous, manipulative bitch," Alex smiled like he'd just complimented her shoes.

"Let's go," Julie demanded, ushering everyone out of the house.

"Whatever! You're all lame anyways!" Layla screamed, her face red.

"Everyone to Y/n's house, we have some serious bonding to do," Reggie said, ruffling Y/n's hair. Luke grabbed Y/n's wrist before she could walk to Alex's car, and tugged her back. He cupped her jaw and held her waist and leaned in to press his lips to hers. She melted into it instantly, trusting that her knees wouldn't buckle and if they did, trusting he would catch her.

"Okay, maybe not that much bonding," Reggie laughed.

"Eh, let them have their moment, they've been pining long enough," Julie said, waving them away.

You wrapped your arms around Luke's shoulders and pressed you chest against his, kissing him harder.

Im sorry if you read this without the visuals, I didn’t realize I didn’t upload them :)

[amoc94]

"His Pet"

Summary : Min Yoongi. A business magnate, and a mafia leader. He was everything you would never imagine to be a part of your life. Yet fate is not something to be eluded.

He would do anything to make you his.

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Genre : Yandere, Mafia AU.

Pairings : Yoongi × female OC (from reader's POV).

Warning for this chapter : Angst.

This story is not for easily triggered readers or below eighteen.

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Full Masterlist and elaborate warning please read here.

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List of chapters here.

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CHAPTER 8.

You were staring at your phone in the bedroom, contemplating of what to say to your brother. It had crossed your mind to just spill everything to him, believe in him that somehow he would be able to help you. Hoping that all the things Yoongi said to you were all bluff.

But that would mean putting your brother's family at risk, and you couldn't do that to them.

Not only that they were the only family that you had, but also because your brother practically acted as your parents when you were orphaned and had nowhere to go.

Ayumi would be six years old in two months, you usually celebrated her birthday with dinner at their house. Everytime you visited, your niece would chat nonstop with you, showing you her collection of doodle art and Bt21 merchandise that she treated like her life depended on it. She looked just like her father, taking most of her physical features from your family side.

Once a week you would visit them and enjoyed Mariko's cooking, she was a whiz in the kitchen which could come up with delicious dishes even one that made from vegetarian ingredients, or some scrap or leftover from the fridge.

Both of them were vegetarian, but they still served meat for Ayumi and you whenever their budget allowed. You would certainly miss her signature curry rice and vegetarian sushi. Sitting with them every week was a routine that provided soothing comfort in your otherwise quite dull life, outside your sole friendship with Yejin and Chen.

The reality of being Yoongi's mistress seemed nothing compared to the fact that you wouldn't be able to see them anymore.

You cried on the floor while hugging your knee, feeling so alone, with no one you could talk to.

How things could go so wrong in every turn in just a few days, you felt like drowning in an endless nightmare. Few weeks ago, you would think these kind of things only happened in movies, even the seven men you saw earlier looked unreal to you.

You pulled a bunch of tissues from the box, and started to wipe your face, and drew a long breath to calm yourself. It seemed impossible to compose a reasonable scenario that wouldn't raise suspicion from your brother, he wasn't stupid. He's been with you for long enough to read you so well, sometimes even better than you knew about yourself. Closing your eyes, your brain spinning in full gear, trying to find a solution in this messed up situation, without putting him and his family in danger.

You met and stay with Yoongi only overnight, but you wouldn't take any risk by regarding his words lightly, not even the small possibility to test the water. It was too dangerous and you had to think about them more than about yourself.

You dialed your brother's number with trembling hands, waited until you could hear his voice from the other side of line.

"Oppa?"

"Yuri! I've been calling you since morning. Yejin contacted me last night, looking for you, said that both of you got work to do, but she couldn't find you at the apartment. Where are you?" It was obvious your brother had been waiting for your call.

You tried to suppress another gasps and mask the nasal sound from your crying, but you were sure your brother could feel you even without looking.

"I ... I was staying at my friend's, you know ... it was late and I was too tired."

"Yuri, are you sick? What happen to your voice?" He sounded worry, there was Mariko's voice at the background- asking about something, and Ayumi's vague giggle over the sound on the TV.

You covered your mouth to muffle your sobs, this was harder than you had thought it would be.

"No ... I'm ... I'm fine, ... just lack of sleep I guess... Anyway, I'm just telling you, I need to go a bit longer, something came up. So ... I probably won't be at the apartment for a few days."

"Why? Did something happen? Yuri ..."

His voice turned frantic as he probably could sense you were about to hung up the call.

"I really gotta go now, I'll call you again. Bye Oppa."

"No, Yuri ... wait, please ..."

You hung up, silencing your phone, and sobbed again. Harder this time, trying to vent all the emotion up. Your chest hurt, and you felt like throwing up.

You wouldn't be able to talk to Yejin now, didn't know how to explain your current situation without getting her involved. Yejin was too hotheaded, she wouldn't just stay quiet knowing your situation, and having her to go to the police would only worsen the situation with you and your brother. You didn't even know if Yoongi had any connection within the metropolitan police, and if he did, you could imagine what he would do to punish you or your family.

Yejin could always submit her paper ahead if you couldn't make it, but that would mean she had to work alone, and you certainly would get an earful from her. She practically begged you to work together with her. Not that you hope you could still meet with her anyway.

You could feel your head started to ache, like something twisted the nerve in your brain. Only two hours before the dinner and you were such a mess, physically and emotionally. You wasted your time crying in vain, you didn't even realize time went by so fast.

There was a knock on the door, snapping you back from your thoughts, and you frantically wiped your face with another bunch of tissues, then throwing it to the bin. The last thing you wanted to see right now was Yoongi's smile of satisfaction seeing your wrecked state.

But it wasn't him when you opened the door. It was the woman who did the cleaning in the other room this morning.

"Sorry Miss, Master Min asked me to help you getting ready for dinner tonight."

She carried several bottles of mineral water in her arms, and a small transparent food container that you couldn't really tell what's inside.

You step aside to make a way for her, and she walked inside, putting all the bottles and the small box on the table in front of the TV.

"So, what do you need me to help you first? How about I prepare the bathtub for you to soak for a while, to help you calm down."

"I ..no need, I mean...I'll prepare it myself. Thank you. I just need help for my hair later." You wiped your eyes before spoke to her in strained voice.

"Ok, I'll just wait here and prepare the tools. Miss, I think you might want to drink some water, so your throat won't be too dry." She gestured to the bottles if water she carried earlier.

"Thank you. May I know your name ?" Now that you could look at her with more focus, she was probably in her forties, looked very efficient and assertive. She wasn't pretty, her features were also firm, with light makeup and hair styled in a tight bun, wearing a professional suit with blazer.

"I'm Kwon Hee Jun. I'm helping around the household, mainly taking care of essential affairs and errand for Master Min."

You nodded but stayed quiet, didn't really have anything to say when all you felt everytime you heard that name was only fury and anger. Taking one bottle of water, you went to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, you sat in front of the dressing table, with Mrs. Kwon behind you.

"You might want to use the cucumber to relieve your swollen eyes Miss. I brought it with me. Wait a moment.." She took the small box she brought earlier, and opened it to let you take the cucumber slices inside. You hold the cucumber slices to cover your eyes, the chilling effect soothed your eyes immediately.

Mrs. Kwon worked with the curling iron on your hair in silence. It was like she understood your need to be in quiet time calming yourself down. Her presence gave you a sense of peace, and you could feel your breath slowly returned to normal, and the pressure on your chest subsided.

Fifteen minutes later, she unplugged the curling iron, and gave your hair several stroke with her hand. She then offered to do your make up, which you accepted gladly.

You chose an emerald green jumpsuit from the collection of clothes Yoongi provided for you. The bottom part was long legged, with knee-high slit on both outer sides, flashing a part of your leg everytime you moved around. The top part had ruffled sleeves, with red and blue dragon embroidery running from the side of the collar reaching accross to the waist. The neckline fell just above the cleavage, exposing enough skin without being too revealing. The fabric was smooth and fitted your body perfectly, it was stunning, reminding you of the style that was worn by those asian celebrities when they showed up in awards gala.

Something you would never imagine to wear even when you were invited to a party. This dress probably costed more than a year of what you made from the ramen house.

Your hair was styled in a wavy loose curl. Mrs. Kwon put on light make up on your face, but accentuated your eyes with bold smokey green color. The way she blended the colors on your eyes was impressive, you could never do it yourself. It was a make up artist worthy of skill surely.

You were so amazed with her styling skills, and couldn't hold your curiosity.

"Mrs. Kwon, how long have you been working with Mr. Min? Were you the one who bought the clothes and make up for me?"

"Yes, Master Min asked me to arrange your clothes, room and everything. I used to handle this kind of stuff for his mother before." That explained her amazing skills with your make up and hair.

There was momentary silence while you watched her worked on finishing your hair, wondering if it was okay to ask her some questions about Yoongi. Maybe she could even help you.

"May I ask you a few questions? It wasn't my intention to be here, and no one was willing to give me any information about Mr. Min. So, can ... can you please tell me a bit about him?"

For a short while she looked hesitated, it was clear she was thinking of what to answer you.

"I have been working with Mr. Min's family since he was ten years old. When they died, I continued working for him." When she paused, you could tell she was reluctant to speak.

She sighed before continued, her eyes looked at you with tentative gaze.

"Look, I know you probably felt overwhelmed with the whole situation, but if there is something I can assure you, he is not a bad person. He might be cold and harsh, but he is not completely heartless. I'm bounded with confidentiality agreement, so I can't tell you much. If you want to know more, you can ask Mr. Kim's fiancee, Miss Solar. She will be at the dinner tonight, and she is a kind woman."

Now that was something, finally.

"Which one is Mr. Kim?"

Chapter 9

"Kim Namjoon. He is the one you saw with a laptop at the shooting range this morning."

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[ssamie]

six. “friends die together”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide 

masterlist.           suicide freak!

kenma slowly opened his eyes. the dim rays of the sun were slowly peeking through his bedroom window as he stretched and rolled around his bed, wrapping himself up in a blanket burrito as he felt his eyes slowly fluttering close once again. 

it had been atleast a week since he's actually gotten sleep, and now he's just trying to relish in the feeling of rest before he completely disregards it again. 

all of a sudden, his phone rang. 

"what the.." he mumbled with a groan 

it was currently five in the morning, and he knew kuroo was smart enough not to call him. especially since kenma would usually just be gaming or would just straight up ignore him. 

"hello?" he muttered to the phone, not bothering to check the ID 

"good morning!" y/n's chirpy la-di-da voice resonated from the phone 

immediately, kenma groaned and rolled his eyes. he had to fight the urge of hanging up the phone then and there. 

"what do you want? and why are you calling me so early in the morning?" kenma asked 

"now, now! don't be so stingy kenma-kun!" she laughed "i just wanted to check up on ya, that's all" she said, followed by soft humming of a melody 

kenma blinked as he groggily listened to her words. "oh. okay.." 

"thanks for that, i guess.." he said 

"aww! your voice is all deep and gravelly in the morning! very hot." she chirped 

kenma sighed. he could practically sense the stupid flirty smile appearing on her face. "and you sound oh so happy. as always." kenma chirped back sarcastically

a small smile grazed his lips as she started laughing on the other line. 

"oh, kenma! you're so funny!" she chuckled "when have i ever been happy?" 

"wait what-" 

"anyways, kenma-kun.." she trailed off, her cheerful tone now dropped as an eerily serious and guarded one replaced it. 

"y-yes?" kenma gulped 

"im afraid im in a tight spot as we speak. its quite critical. please come to the location i will send you." she spoke in a monotonous tone 

"huh? wait!" kenma exclaimed. he sat up on his bed, subconsciously reaching for his nekoma jacket which was messily laid out on the foot of his bed. "what are you talking about?" he asked, his hands were shaking, as well as his voice. 

"its a crisis! only you can help!" she said 

"okay. i-i'll be there.." 

humming under her breath, y/n patiently waited for kenma to arrive. she didn't have so much faith at first, but once she heard the soft thumping of feet on the ground, she grinned. 

"w-what happened?" kenma asked through ragged breaths as he skidded to a halt infront of her "a-and what are you wearing?" kenma asked 

he took notice of her rather formal attire, laying underneath the sand colored coat she had. his brows then shot up as he calmed his ragged breathing. 

"is this because of your weird detective work thing? did you get trapped?" kenma asked worriedly. when she didn't answer, he simply panicked even more. "why did you call me?! you should've called those other detective people!" kenma exclaimed 

"i got in myself" she admitted with a small innocent smile 

"what?" kenma deadpanned, now starting to regret running atleast eight blocks just to help her 

"well, you see.. i heard there's a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum. so i decided to give it a shot" she said with the same innocent smile. she then chuckled sheepishly as she started sinking deeper into the oil drum. 

"but now that i've wedged myself in this deep, i can't get out on my own" she said 

kenma simply stared her down, looking unamused, tired and annoyed. "i see." he says 

"i think i might die" she pouted as she sank deeper into the drum. 

kenma grunted and sat on the ground, sitting a few feet from the drum she was stuck in. he was kind of impressed on how her whole body hadn't snapped in two yet. 

"well, isn't that what you wanted?" kenma said with a huff of annoyance 

"i like suicide" she said with a scoff, sounding somewhat offended "but i don't like suffering and pain! why would i?" 

"i see" kenma said with a sigh. he sat up from the ground and narrowed his eyes, trying to look for a way to free her from the oil drum

"also, i learned this only after i stuffed myself in here, but it wasn't even a suicide method!" she laughed 

"but, it was actually a torture method from the-" 

before she could even finish her sentence, she was cut off as kenma pushed the oil drum over, sending her and the drum rolling off. he let out a huge breath of air as he cradled his aching hands. 

"ni-nice job, kenma-kun" she squeaked out as she wiggled free of the drum. "but now.. we have only an hour left before school starts" she said as she patted down her clothes and combed her fingers through her hair 

"and i heard from nekomata-san that he has some news that you boys would surely love" she said as she stretched her aching muscles 

"are we really gonna move past the fact that you wedged yourself in an oil drum!?" kenma exclaimed in aggravation 

". . ." she looked at him with a dumb smile before sending him a wink and a thumbs up. 

"yep! we sure are!" 

"i hate you so much" kenma muttered 

she smirked teasingly and loomed over his shoulder "hehehe~ well if you hate me so much, then why go through all the trouble to help me?" she cooed 

kenma scoffed and flicked her away. "because we're.." he trailed off "nevermind.." a small blush covered his cheeks faintly, but it was enough to get her attention. 

she chuckled lowly and poked his cheeks. she narrowed her eyes and tauntingly stared him down. "oya? what's this, kenma-kun? do you like me or something?~" she teased 

kenma flinched and covered his cheeks with his hands "no! no i don't!" he quickly denied "i just thought that.." he muttered quietly

"since we're friends and all.. i thought it'd be right to help you.." kenma admitted bashfully 

stunned from his words, she couldn't really do anything but stare at him blankly with widened eyes. "we're friends?" she asked 

kenma spluttered at her response, suddenly feeling anxious and embarrassed, thinking that he overstepped their 'relationship' 

"um- i mean.. i just thought that since we've been hanging out but.." kenma said nervously. he fiddled with his hands as he looked down at his feet, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. 

"sorry, i guess i overstepped. sorry for misreading things" he apologised 

finally realising what she's done, she gasped in horror as she looked at his heartbroken expression  "oh my gosh." she muttered "im so sorry!" 

she frantically patted his back, and stroked his hair "i-i meant like- i didnt know you considered me as a friend!" she exclaimed  "i kind of thought you just see me as a suicidal leech or something!" she shrieked 

"im sorry kenma! kill me now!" she exclaimed dramatically 

kenma finally looked up to see her tearing some of her bandages off, only for her to tie it tightly around her neck. 

"im sorry!" she cried as she squeezed tightly, trying to strangle herself to death 

"wait! don't do that!" kenma said in panic. his hands pried the bandages off and hastily threw them away. 

"you don't have to kill yourself over me" kenma sighed 

she sniffled and crushed him in her arms "kenma! you are most certainly my most treasured friend!" she cried 

"i would die for you and with you!" 

"let's not go too far" kenma said with a small smile 

"shall we start with the double suicide now?" she asks, fully ignoring his interjection 

"no <3" 

"fukurodani?" she muttered, looking quite confused and clueless 

"yes. it seems a three-day practice match has been scheduled" nekomata said with a smile  "their coach suggested the idea and who was i to decline, am i right?" nekomata chuckled 

"this will be a good opportunity for the team to train and explore new ways of playing for future tournaments." nekomata then looked at y/n and sent her a close eyed smile. "and a chance for you to test your managing skills, y/n-san" he said 

she nodded in agreement. 

"well then, now that that's settled.. you’re free to go! rest up and eat well! you'll be playing nonstop starting tomorrow" nekomata said as he ushered them out of the gym 

"thanks, coach!" the team yelled 

as the team arrives by the gate, they started to disperse. fukunaga, inouka, teshiro, and shibayama ended up declining the offer of an afterschool hangout. they claimed they needed the rest for upcoming games, so they left them be. 

"bye guys! bye y/n-senpai! see you tomorrow!!" inouka yelled from across the street. the energetic first year was waving both his arms around while shibayama drags him along. fukunaga sends them a quick nod and a small wave before they completely disappear from sight. 

"hm, so what do you guys wanna do?" kai asks with a smile 

"let's eat!" lev suggested with a grin 

"sure. where should we go? i don't really have a particular craving right now" kai said as he looked at his friends expectantly 

"we should eat at the diner near that convenience store" yaku says "it's cheap and they serve great food" 

simply humming to herself, y/n takes a quick look at the boys who seemed to be lost in their own conversations. her (e/c) colored eyes then landed on kenma, who seemed to busy with his game. 

kuroo was holding on his bag, making sure the pudding-head wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic. she smiled at the boy, taking in his overwhelmingly beautiful features. 

yamamoto was beside her, ranting about his friends from karasuno and their 'goddess of a manager' 

"we’re here!" lev unnecessarily announced as he skipped into the said diner.  "what should we eat?" he asks 

"fish-" ; "meat-" 

yaku and kuroo freeze and look at each other. their eyes silently roam one another as they look at the other with judgment. 

"hah? are we really doing this again, yakkun?" kuroo scowled. the taller bedheaded male leaned down to get all up in yaku's face, while the latter simply did the same 

"dont call me that stupid nickname, bedhead!" yaku scowled as well "and fish? pssh, what are you a grandpa?" yaku said with a snicker 

"could you stop making comments proving you lack docosahexaenoic acid?" kuroo sneered in aggravation 

"you're ought to eat more fish to fix that.. maybe even your height problem!" kuroo taunted 

yaku scowled and gripped the taller boy's collar "your stupid face is begging to be hit!" 

"no! kuroo-san, don't let him hit you!" lev yelled "he's feral!" 

"oi! shut up!" taketora hissed as he covered lev's mouth with his hand 

yaku turned to face lev, evidently irked and angered by his comment. "hah?! come here, you tall lampost! -" 

"wah! yaku-san i didnt even do anything!" lev exclaimed with teary eyes as the shorter boy continued to kick him 

kai and taketora then took initiative to calm their friends down. partially because they didn't want anyone injured. but mostly because they were fighting infront of the diner, and it was starting to get embarrassing. 

"ke-n-ma~" she cooed in a sing song tone 

kenma sighed and quickly glanced at her, before averting his attention back to his game "what?" he said 

she smiled and laced their arms together. she then pointed to a bridge not so far away from where they were standing. "you see that bridge?" she asked "and the pretty river under it?" 

"oh god. i see where this is going." kenma groaned. he turned off his game and followed her finger, eyeing the bridge she was talking about. 

"wouldn't it be so nice if we just jump off-" 

"how about we don't do that?" kenma cut her off with a sigh 

"but you're my friend right?" she whined childishly "don't friends die together?!" 

"how about we don't die at all. doesn't that sound better?" kenma tried to convince her with a sheepish smile 

her smile fell as she narrowed his eyes, seemingly disgusted and offended by his statement. 

"what? no, not at all." 

[pawsitivelymiraculous]

Le parfum de l'amour

This is the @maribat-secret-santa-2020 piece for @saltandfluff I am so sorry for being late!

Anyway, I will be using the quantic kids, but you don't necessary have to know them to understand this fic.

The only have to know that "Melodie" is Allegra's nickname.

Ao3

It was always a bad idea to try to mess with fate. Everyone knew this. Allegra knew this, but she didn't care. Not when it was taking a toll on her sanity.

There were only so many times a person could see two literal soulmates walk past each other before they decided to take matters into their own hands.

So that's what she did.

Or well, was going to do once she could convince her friends to help her out.

"I don't know, Mel." Allan rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "These things take time you know? You cannot rush it." He glanced at the corkboard that was behind Allegra and winced, it was going to be impossible to talk her out of the crazy plan.

On the corkboard, there were two pictures. One was a selfie of Marinette Dupain-cheng. A twenty-year-old who was a regular at the café where Allegra and Claude worked at. After chatting with her in the mornings, Allegra decided to adopt the girl, and she introduced her to the rest of the group. She quickly became friends with Allan and surprisingly enough, with Felix as well.

The second picture was a rather blurry photo that was clearly taken from afar. You could sort of make out the image of Timothy Drake. The sleep-deprived twenty-one-year-old who had started going to the café for about a month. All the employees loved him because he never failed to amuse everyone with his half-asleep antics.

The one thing that both pictures had in common was a coffee cup.

On Marinette's collarbone, there was a small tattoo-like mark that looked like a coffee cup. The same one that was on Tim's wrist. Soul marks . Granted, they looked a bit plain compared to most people's soul marks, but in Allegra's eyes, they were the excuse she needed to get them together.

Allegra had shipped her two favorite customers long before she noticed their soul marks. But now that she knew they were soulmates . Well, she was not going to rest until they finally met.

"I'm not trying to rush things!" Allegra insisted. "I just want to push them in the right direction."

Allan looked at her, doubtful. "That's basically the same thing. Plus do actually think that," he squinted to read the list of plans that was tacked on the corkboard. "'Locking them inside a room with no escape' is merely pushing them in the right direction? 'Cause I think that sounds more like a hostage situation."

Allegra glared at him. "You know what? I don't need your help. Claude will help me. Right, Claude?"

Claude looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh no no no. Sorry Melodie but I can't."

"Uh, I'm sorry what?" Allegra blinked. It was very out of character for Claude to turn down the opportunity to help her with one of her elaborate plans. Not to mention that in this case, they were doing it to help Marinette.

"Allegra," he said solemnly, "this is a destiny thing. We just can't interfere."

Allegra facepalmed. "You can't be serious."

Claude looked at her dead in the eye. "If we interfere we might end up," he leaned towards  her and whispered " cursed"

"Oh give me a break." Allegra pushed Claude away. "Are you guys kidding me? This is Marinette we're talking about. You all can't possibly think that Marinette wouldn't want to meet her soulmate, and as her friends, we have to help her."

"I agree with Allegra."

Everyone spun around in surprise.

Felix rolled his eyes at his friends' incredulous expressions. "What? Marinette is my friend as well. Is it really that shocking that I want to see her happy?" The three of them nodded. He ignored them. "Besides, I've heard Marinette ramble about soulmates nonstop, so it's clear that meeting hers is what she would want."

Allegra was the first to react "See guys? Even Felix agrees with me!"

Felix huffed. "Yes, but I also think that your plans are ridiculous and ineffective."

"Ouch"

"I think the best thing we can do to help is to get them to interact and we-"

"That's literally what my plans are for!" Allegra interrupted.

Claude crossed his arms. "And what do you mean by 'we'? I haven't agreed to do anything."

Shooting both of them a glare, Felix continued. "- can do that without needing to kidnap them. We simply have to make it so that they have no other choice but to sit at the same table at the café. You all know how friendly Marinette is, it will only be a matter of time before they start talking."

There was a beat of silence.

"That… that might actually work," Allan admitted. "Soulmates are naturally drawn to each other so once they actually have a conversation we won't have to do anything else. They can figure out that they're soulmates by themselves." He paused and then chuckled. "We'll just have to push them in the right direction."

"But how are we going to get them in the café at the same time?" Allegra asked. "Tim always comes in right after Mari has left."

"Pft that's easy!" Claude exclaimed. "Just tell her that you need help with something and that you'll need for her to stay a while longer at the café. Since Mari doesn't have early classes on Wednesday she'll agree and- oh!" Claude suddenly slapped his hand over his mouth as his eyes widened with horror. "This does not mean that I'm helping." He mumbled from underneath his hand.

Allan laughed. "I think you just did."

"Looks like someone's going to end up cursed." Allegra singed songed. "Not even ladybug is going to be able to help you with that bad luck that's to come." She teased.

Claude pouted. "Haha, laugh all you want." He then looked up at the corkboard and grimaced. "But you're right, there's no turning back now. What do you need me to do?"

Allegra clapped her hands in glee.

"Okay so here's the plan."

~♡~♡~♡~

Just like Claude had predicted, it was incredibly easy to convince Marinette to stay at the café. All that was left to do was orchestrate everything just so that the two soulmates had to sit at the same table.

It was easier said than done but after enlisting more people to help out, they were able to make sure that the café was full for that morning.

Everything was going according to plan…

Until…

"WHERE. IS. TIM?"

Claude looked around. "He hasn't arrived yet?"

"No!" Allegra cried. She glanced down at her watch and winced. They were running out of time.

Claude frowned. "And you know, it would have been nice if Marinette hadn't chosen today to wear a turtleneck."

Allegra couldn't help but agree. Sure, Marinette looked amazing with the turtleneck and skirt outfit but did she really have to wear it today? When they needed for her to show off her soul mark?

It was like the universe was against them.

But finally, Allegra heard a tinkling sound at the door. She spun around praying that it was Tim.

And it was!

He looked more tired than usual as he stumbled around trying to find a seat.

Allegra watched as Tim danced around the tables that were being occupied just as he was about to take a seat.

One after the other until finally, a good push later, he ended up at Marinette's table.

~♡~♡~♡~

Tim was too tired to deal with this.

All he wanted was to sit down, have a couple of cups of coffee at his favorite coffee shop and finally be awake enough to continue investigating the moth guy.

But apparently, that was too much to ask because almost all the tables were full.

"Sorry man," Claude whispered as he guided a couple and motioned them to sit at the table that Tim had beelined for.

"Oh, actually I'm waiting for Adam." Felix had said when Tim asked if he could sit with him. Which was strange since Adam had said that he was waiting for Felix when he asked him.

But he could barely comprehend what they were saying, so he was not conscious enough to complain.

Tim continued on his journey when he felt someone push him from behind. In his half-asleep haze, Tim lunged at the chair that was in front of him hoping that it would break his fall.

It took him a few seconds to recover. He wanted nothing more than to pass out right then and there, splayed out on a coffee shop chair as everyone stared at him wondering if he was drunk.

He too wondered if he was drunk, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so if he was drunk, he was not going to figure it out on his own.

When he finally looked up, his eyes met with a pair of beautiful bluebell eyes.

~♡~♡~♡~

Marinette watched as a guy stumbled around the café until finally flopping onto the other chair at her table.

It was clear that he was sleep-deprived. She had seen enough videos that her evil friends had taken when she was in a similar state to know the poor guy probably hadn't slept at all for the last week or so.

Marinette wanted nothing more than to drag the guy to the nearest bed or couch and wrap him up in a bunch of blankets. Just because she didn't comprehend the term "self-care" for herself  didn't make Marinette any less of a "mom friend"

But she had to remind herself that she didn't know the guy, so it might be considered kidnapping to drag someone somewhere against their will.

Too bad.

The best she could do was offer him her own coffee.

"Hey, I think you need this more than I do at the moment." She said, pushing the drink his way as he stood up.

He mumbled something that could be interpreted as a "thank you" and eagerly took the drink. His eyes lit up when the heavenly liquid touched his tongue.

It was almost miraculous how quickly the caffeine took effect.

Actually, it was Marinette may or may not have mixed a little concoction she made with Tikki that helped her when she stayed up late with her regular coffee.

The guy blinked. "This. Is. Incredible."

Marinette laughed "Yeah, it's what I always get. Though you still look like you need to sleep."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." He waved her off. "But seriously, what is this called? I need a gallon of this."

"Sorry," Marinette said sheepishly "but I'm afraid that's a secret, you know, I'm kind of everyone's favorite, so I get the miracle coffee." Okay so that was a lie but what else could she say?

The guy pouted. Marinette had to admit that he looked adorable.

"Well, then I'm sure you can get me some then... um"

"Marinette."

"Ah, nice to meet you, coffee goddess, I'm Tim."

Marinette's cheeks heated up. "Uh, coffee goddess? Shouldn't they be the coffee gods and goddesses?" She pointed at Allegra, Claude, and the others.

"Nah, you have blessed me with this amazing coffee. Claude didn't even help me in my time of need."

"You know Claude?" Marinette asked, surprised.

"Yep, I've been coming here since I arrived in Paris, so I've gotten to know Allegra and Claude a bit."

"That's funny, I've never seen you. And I come here every day." Marinette said.

"Huh, that's weird. I've never seen you either. "

And from there they kept talking. Like they were old friends and not just acquaintances. Marinette found out that Tim had come from Gotham city. That he was in Paris because of business. Meanwhile, Tim learned that Marinette was an aspiring fashion designer and a college student who was close friends with almost everyone from the café.

Hours passed and the two were still deep in conversation completely oblivious to the crowd that had gathered behind the cafe's counter to watch the soulmates.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this before." Adrien, who had arrived after Tim, whispered to his cousin.

"I was under the impression that your father needed your assistance for the upcoming fashion show. I was not about to ask my dear uncle Gabe if I could steal you so that we could set up our friend and his future competitor, Marinette Dupain-cheng, with her soulmate."

Adrien hated to admit that he had a point. "Fine, but can you at least catch me up to date? Who is he?"

"He's a rich guy from Gotham city. He's pretty cool though he's basically Marinette when it comes to coffee which is honestly kinda scary now that I'm seeing them interact." Allegra whispered.

Adrien looked down to look at her. "Alright, I guess I'm going to have to do my own research since you guys are useless. What's his job? Why is he rich? If his from Gotham then who knows, maybe this guy is actually dangerous and wants to take Marinette as ransom for-"

"Oh please Adrien, stop with your theatrics. Do you honestly think that I would allow this if he was dangerous?" Felix interrupted.

"I mean-"

Felix glared at him.

"No?"

Felix sighed. "Timothy Drake is Marinette's soulmate, and I can assure you that he's clean. So don't worry about Marinette."

Allegra shushed the cousins. "Guys, I'm trying to listen here you know?"

"Um, you could probably hear better from up here" Felix nodded in agreement.

"Thanks, Adrien, but I don't want to risk Marinette seeing me and then remembering about time and stuff."

"Ah"

"Speaking of time, it's been years since I last ate, I'm hungry." Claude cut in.

"Claude! You're supposed to be with the customers!" Allegra whisper-shouted.

"Whoops."

~♡~♡~♡~

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Marinette eventually remembered the reason she had stayed in the cafe. Not only that but when she looked at her watch she realized that she was running late for class.

After Marinette's rushed exit, Tim went back to investigating Hawkmoth. But while they were trying to concentrate on their own thing. Marinette with her class and Tim with his research they found themselves zoning out and thinking about each other.

It was strange, they had quite literally just met.

Why had they made such an impact on each other?

~♡~♡~♡~

It wasn't until Marinette was getting ready to go to bed that she found the answer.

"Tikki is… is that what I think it is." Marinette's voice trembled as she stared at her reflection on the mirror.

Tikki gasped. "Oh Marinette, I think it is!"

Staring back at her was her soul mark, which no longer was a regular coffee cup but rather a gorgeous cup with beautiful red flowers that surrounded a somewhat familiar symbol.

"But, how? I mean they're not supposed to change… right? And why?" Marinette's eyes widened. "Does this mean that I met my soulmate? Who is it?"

Tikki giggled, "You seriously don't know?"

"Umm no? Should I?" Tikki continued to giggle as her holder looked at her confused. "Who is it Tikki?"

"Oh Marinette, how many new people did you meet today?"

"Uh, I don't know? I mean surely I must've passed by lots of strangers in the street." Marinette panicked. "Oh no Tikki! What if one of them is my soulmate? I'll never find out who they are!"

"So you don't remember meeting anyone else?"

"I don't think so, well other than ohhh- "

"Exactly"

~♡~♡~♡~

Tim could not believe what he was seeing. Gone was the plain coffee cup he was used to seeing, the daily reminder of the fact that he was still painfully single, it now had an intricate flower pattern that surrounded a symbol.

He recognized that symbol.

After weeks of researching and tailing the red Parisian heroine, he knew that it was the Ladybug symbol.

But why was it on his soul mark?

Unless…

No, the heroine couldn't be his soulmate, Tim hasn't even officially met her. Nor had he even seen her today.

The only blue-eyed girl he had met was Marinette.

Marinette  

No, it was impossible. Except it wasn't. Tim had only known the girl for a couple of hours, but he knew that  Marinette would make a great heroine or vigilante.

But, he… he was probably hallucinating, right? Tim hadn't slept for weeks, so surely he was just seeing things and his soul mark was still a plain coffee cup and the Marinette conclusion was just wishful thinking.

Right?

Because otherwise, his first meeting with his soulmate was him acting like a sleep-deprived zombie and Tim could not allow that.

Well, one thing was for sure, he really needed to get some sleep.

~♡~♡~♡~

Three days.

It took three days for Marinette to find Tim.

She looked everywhere. The coffee shop, Le Grand Paris Hotel, the tourist areas, and when she was ladybug she looked down from all the rooftops trying to find him.

But he had vanished, leaving Marinette worried sick that he had either A. Gone back to Gotham  B. Died or C. Been so horrified that she was his soulmate that he decided to move to a remote island and changed his name in hopes of never seeing her again.

Gosh, she was starting to sound like her fourteen-year-old self.

But finally, she saw him, sitting on a bench, not far from her own home, looking down at his wrist.

He looked at his wrist like it was some puzzle he needed to solve. Marinette also noticed that he looked a lot more refreshed, so he must've finally gotten some sleep.

Marinette cleared her throat. "Well, you've been a very hard person to find Mr. Drake."

Tim looked up. "Ma- Marinette!"

"We need to talk."

Tim nodded his mouth hanging wide open as he stared at her soul mark.  

"How do you feel about coffee? There's a coffee shop that's not very far from here, I hear their coffee is divine.

~♡~♡~♡~

Bonus:

(this was going to be a scene on the fic but I didn't know how to add it but it has important info sooo)

*They are at the coffee shop*

Marinette: So you're red robin.

Tim: And you're Ladybug

Marinette: Should I be worried? Like doesn't this compromise our secret identities?

*Claude and Allegra appear with some pastries*

Claude: Yooo Marinette! So you found your soulmate! Crazy right? We totally didn't have anything to do with it!

*Allegra elbows him*

Claude: So uh, congratulations! I um feel happy for you.

*looks nervously at Allegra who is glaring at him*

Claude: Bummer about the soul mark though…

*Allegra keeps glaring*

~♡~♡~♡~ Permanent tag list  ~♡~♡~♡~

Claude: What? It's just a plain white cup!

Bonus bonus:

(here's a bad doodle and my crappy handwriting)

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