#IT OULD HAVE BEEN FLUFFY

[bloodflw]

Hi! :) I'm not sure if you're taking requests rn so if you don't then just ignore this. I had some thoughts- how ould Wanderer react to the reader with cerebral palsy(long story short, people with this disease struggle with walking and bad at handling things because their hands are constantly shaky and their fine motor skills aren't really okay too). If you're uncomfortable with writing such things or another reason then it's fine. :)

﹒syp ꒰ telling wanderer about your disorder. . ꒱ ﹒tw ꒰ super fluffy , this take place while wanderer is studying in the akedamiya , comfort kinda (?) , reader is lowk hesitant 2 talk ab it , established relationship , spelling errors ꒱ ﹒an ꒰ i am so so sry if this isnt accurate since all i have to go off of for the disorder is your description nd another post i saw !!!!!! ꒱

bf ! wanderer. . , who was a lot a bit of a degrading person , although , he wasn’t an idiot ‘n’ noticed how sad you got whenever he was particularly rude about you being phsyically slow bf ! wanderer. . , who started to keep the harsh words / language to a minimum around you; after all , he hates it when you’re sad . reader. . , who was hesitant to tell wanderer at first , especially since it would be awkward to explain it; after all , you had to explain it to your teachers ‘nd peers when you were younger ‘nd it was horrible ! bf ! wanderer. . , who always noticed you wanted to say something to him , but was always too hesitant to do so; but , he didn’t know how to tell you ‘ i’m here for you ’ bf ! wanderer. . , who you finally decided to tell him about it; but it wasn’t nearly half as awkward as you thought it would have been. — wanderer had been studying in the acedemia so you didn’t need to do any of the awkward explaining.

©bloodflw do not steal or feed into ai . . . 𝜗𝜚 !

[beware-of-you-98]

Hey I saw your prompt list thing and almost died, could you write something one day about prompt 3, Emily reassuring jj. I didn’t realise how much I needed that in my life until I saw that.

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

tw: mentions of ptsd, anxiety, violence

It happens in a matter of seconds.

One moment, Emily has her head on JJ’s lap, content with the warmth she provides and how easily her fingers glides through her hair. Dull nails lightly scrap against her scalp and she leans further into the feeling. The lamp on the table beside them gives off a muted golden glow, making even the room feel warm even if both of them are in sweaters and sweatpants.

The next, the room goes black from a sudden and spontaneous power outage.

Emily’s eyes fly open and look up, not because of the sudden loss of light, but because of the soft, surprised gasp that escapes the blonde’s lips. Her fingers still in place, her body rigid and tense from her nerves. Her eyes are glazed, wide with panic as they dart frantically around the room.

The brunette sits herself upright beside her wife immediately, forcing herself to keep her hands at her side—she knows better than to reach out for JJ without consent (it always does more harm than good, so she stays put even if it pains her to do so). “JJ?”

Blue eyes dart quickly around the room, a sliver of pink tongue darts from her mouth to wet her lips as her heart beats increase. Her chest is starting to rise and fall rapidly, her body is already wracking with horrible tremors and she can’t find herself focusing on anything but the smell of mildew and gunpowder, blood and sweat. She squeezes her eyes shut, placing her hands firmly over her eara because all she can fucking hear is the grunt of pain that comes from her friend every time their captor finds some new way to torture him...

“JJ, can I touch you?”

Emily’s voice is muffled by the noises JJ knows, knows, aren’t there but she can hear them so vividly: the clanking of chains, the clamboring of boots against a concrete floor, water dripping, the strong, crackled zap of electricity as it shoots out between the two metal rods crudely attached to the car battery. The realistic memories are so real they throw any sense of rationality she has out the fucking window.

And her body, god, her body hurts. Her side spazms (whether it’s voluntary or not, she can’t focus enough to tell), the skin feels hot and... Her stomach coils harshly as she gags— god she can swear she smells her own flesh burning.

Her breathing hiccups, her throat constricts painfully as tears squeeze from her eyes. Through the haze, she just barely hears Emily repeat her question and gives a single, jerky nod. Her hands clasp tightly into the older woman’s, the soft clicking of their wedding bands hitting together offering her some semblance of balance, something that tethers her to reality. Emily’s thumb rubs slow, soft moving circles on the backs of her hands, distracting her from the awful memories. “What can I do to help?”

It takes a lot of effort for JJ to swallow, and even so, it hurts like she’s trying to get down a ball of lead from her throat. She opens and closes her mouth, unsure of how to respond, can’t even think clearly enough to form a rational response. Her eyes squeeze shut once more, a soft, scared whimper crawling its way from her chest. “It hurts,” she croaks through tears as if it’s enough to encompass everything she’s feeling. Her tone is clipped and sharp, laced heavily with the frustration she feels at herself, at being unable to decipher what’s real and what’s all just in her head.

Emily’s fingers squeeze her own firmly. “I know,” she whispers soothingly. “I know.”

JJ nods numbly, stiffly. The validation makes her relax ever so slightly and makes her feel less insane. She forces herself to focus on Emily, on every part of her (her voice, her proximity, the feeling of her breath just ghosting over her cheek, her scent), and slowly the memories feel less intense.

She leans tiredly into the older woman’s frame, using her steady heartbeats to count with in her own head.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and repeat.

Slowly, her breaths start to sync up to the rhythm and she’s left trembling in her wife’s arms.

Emily’s warmth is a jarring contrast from the cold visions, her body soft and gentle, so unlike the hard concrete ground and oh-so-real echoed pains of her past torments. “Where are you?”

A thick, hard swallow echoes into the room as JJ’s breath hitches. “Home,” she timidly responds, the end of her voice rising as if she’s unsure. The more rational part of her mind screams at her— where else would she be?

But everything feels so real. If she weren’t pressed up against the older woman, she swears the room feels cold, that she’s back in that warehouse hanging from rusted metal chains that dig into her wrist.

“That’s right,” Emily confirms gently. “You’re in DC in our home,” she clarifies just as softly.

“You’re real?” It comes out so soft, so timidly that she barely hears it. But JJ’s looking at her warily, as if she’s unsure of even that.

There’s a gentle pressure on the blonde’s wrist as the brunette moves her hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m real. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

The room is silent for a brief moment, JJ’s shaking, steadying breaths filling the room with some noise. Her nails dig into the back of Emily’s hands as she stuffs her head firmly into the crook of her neck in attempts to control the tremors that wrack her small body. “Sing to me?” she finally croaks.

The older woman barely reacts to the request, moving her hand to stroke through long strands of blonde. She nudges her wife’s head with the side of her nose, her lips brushing against her forehead softly as she softly starts to sing. She wants to give JJ as many points of contact as possible, if only to reassure her that she’s real and that she’s not in danger. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn how to fly...”

Emily’s voice is soft and light, soothing JJ’s nerves significantly, especially at the choice of song. No one else but her wife would have picked that song. It reminds her what’s real, tethers her back to reality. The brunette’s chest rumbles steadily from her voice below the blonde’s cheek and she nuzzles further into it. Each passing verse Emily sings makes JJ feel lighter, safer.

(Tired, she adds to herself, eyelids feeling heavy. It’s been a while since she’s had an attack this bad.)

She blinks harshly when Emily sings the last line of the song, accurately aware of the sharp, cool breeze that blows across her body. Her head lifts and she blinks again in confusion when she accesses her surroundings: the cool grass tickles her ankles, the sounds of cicadas and crickets rings out and the moon shines brightly above them, casting them in a cool blue glow.

The older woman presses a lingering kiss to her wife’s temple. “I didn’t want you to feel like you were trapped,” is the quiet explination she offers and JJ accepts it with a simple nod. She crawls from the brunette’s lap and lays her head up on her thighs, staring up at the stars. Her heart rate is practically back to normal, and while her hands still tremble, she feels relaxed as Emily begins to run her fingers once more though her hair once more.

“There’s Orion,” she murmurs softly, her own line of sight up at the night sky littered in stars. She lifts a hand from JJ’s hair to point in the direction of the constellation.

The blonde hums softly, eyes following her wife’s finger before they dart off to the side. She licks her lips, pointing slightly off to the side of the brightest star in the sky. ”Big Dipper,” she murmurs before chewing her bottom lip in between her teeth.

Her eyes burn with tears, stomach coiling with guilt. Emily didn’t ask for this— she shouldn’t have had to deal with anxiety and panic attacks that weren’t her own. JJ knows it’s just as draining on her as it is on herself. She feels awful. She had ruined one of the few nights they had off all over a power outage. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that,” Emily chides softy, returning both her hands to her wife’s hair. “Don’t do that to yourself. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

JJ sniffs harshly, shaking her head once. “I do,” she insists on a broken whisper. “I just— I don’t...”

She’s cut off by one of the softest kisses Emily has ever given her, gently cupping her face between her palms. The blonde shivers at the contact, tears spilling at the overwhelming feeling of love she feels pouring out of her wife at the gesture. A soft sob leaves her mouth and Emily’s thumb gently strokes her cheek, pressing their foreheads together firmly.

“Don’t ever apologize for something that’s out of your control,” the brunette murmurs soothingly.

“I ruined the night,” JJ croaks timidly.

Emily’s eyes meet her’s, their fingers tangling together naturally. “You could never.” She presses a tender kiss to her cheek. “I rather you be okay over anything. That’s what matters to me. Your safety and well-being matters to me.”

The blonde’s breath shudders out as their palms press flush together. “I’ve got you,” Emily murmurs genuinely. “Through sickness and in health. I will walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring,” she recites with a soft smile, brushing the few tears from her wife’s face.

JJ’s shoulders slump at her wife’s words, her own hand coming up to curl at the hair at the base of the brunette’s neck. “I love you,” she murmurs thickly. “I love you so much.”

Their kiss is soft, but full of so much love and passion it makes them both dizzy. Emily gently grips her wife’s hip, propping herself up on her elbow in the grass. It feels so much like their kiss that sealed together their union, full of the promise of forever.

“Can we stay out here?” JJ asks through kisses, pulling back to press a few along Emily’s jawline, so unwilling to pull her mouth away from her wife but her need for oxygen becoming to much to ignore. She really doesn’t care what they do for the rest of the night— all she wants to do is spend it in the arms of the love of her life. But spending that time cuddled in the grass of their backyard while staring up at the stars sounded too perfect.

Emily presses a small kiss to her nose. “Anything for you.”

[clarissalance]

Hints of something more

Albedo x fem!reader

Warning: Slight suggestive language at the end. 

Word count: 2k7

Summary: Apparently, visiting Albedo in Dragonspine has somehow opened a new door to your vague, no-label relationship. And Kaeya won’t stop teasing you about it.  

Before leaving for Dragonspine two days ago, Albedo told you to bring him some canvas, a few pencils and a paint set of watercolour. However, he failed to mention which brand and type of watercolour he wants you to bring. Is it a set of 24 colours? 48 colours or the 12 colours set? Furrow your eyebrows, you stared questioningly at the shelves, hesitating to pick one up. Knowing how picky Albedo is if it is not up to his standard. The man would refuse to touch the paint. 

What would he choose usually? You can’t seem to recall his watercolour preference. Funny how it is, he usually encourages you to follow your instinct. Human instinct is the best to study. He would say something like this out of nowhere. Sometimes they make a really questionable decision that I can’t decipher. Definitely one of his catch-on phrase. 

 Drilling holes on the shelves for too long is not the solution, so you finally choose the most expensive set of 48 watercolours in the store. You cross your fingers and hope that he doesn’t question your choice. There it goes for half of my salary. Far away, you can faintly see the outline of the money fairy waving at you, flying toward Celestia. I hope he will like this one. 

 Packing up the last few things inside your backpack, you prepare for the adventure to the Dragonspine to meet with the chalk prince. The bright sun on the blue canvas is almost halfway to the top. The weather would be lovely for a small picnic, too good to waste over climbing to Dragonspine. Dragging your body toward the front gate, you lazily hope to hitch someone carriage. It would be best to start early than arriving at the lab late.  

 The journey takes an hour by feet to walk from the city to the foot of Dragonspine and then takes another 2 hours to walk to Albedo’s lab on the mountain. It would be much faster if you can actually have combat fighting skill to head-on with the cryo mitachurl, but life is much a sadder reality. You don’t have a vision nor a combat skill to solo a whole camp of hilichurl. However, with your brain and your gifted survival (escaping) instinct, dodging a few camps and distracting a few of them isn’t very hard. 

 The weather in Dragonspine is much better than what you anticipated. The sky deep and clear, the veil of fog has thinned enough. The air is crisp, mist rises and slowly dissipates after each exhales. The sheer cold is as brutal and sharp knife-like as usual. You can’t understand how Albedo loves the weather in this place enough to set up a lab in here. A summer person like you refuses to set foot in this area unless for commissions and Albedo’s related purpose. Hnng, you are starting to regret coming here.  

There are a few more camps of hilichurl than usual on your way to the mountain, so you decide to take the longer route. At least meeting with a few Fatui is much more comforting than getting hit by an ice mitachurl shield. 

 By the time you get to the camp, the sun is standing proudly on the top. You get here an hour late, and much to your dismay, Albedo wasn’t in his lab. He is going out to look for more sample again. Heaving exhaustingly, you drop the heavy backpack thud on the ground. Scampering over the fire, you let out a satisfying at the charing fire. A pyro vision would be convenient to have in this weather. 

 With the sound of wood cracking under the desiring heat, the frost bearing breeze slowly finds its way into the camp, cooling the scorching radiation from the glowing fire. Warmth slowly crawls and sinks in on your dry skin, soothing the icy air. Exhausted, your eyelids slowly pull themselves over, threaten to extinguish your consciousness. A nap wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? You let out a long yawn, curl into a fetal position and use the bag as a pillow. Darkness comes within a second. 

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 You are woken up by the warmth on the hand caressing your cheek, running through your hair. The familiar smooth hand resting on your face doesn’t know you have woken up, the thumb fiddling with your soft skin. Nuzzle lovingly at the palm, you let out sigh contentment. The hand is big enough, gently and carefully tracing your face outline like it’s treasuring a gift. This familiar feeling tickles you like a feather. 

 Groggily, you peel your eyes open and greet with a stunning sight. Albedo is sitting next to you, the fluffy blond hair softly falls on the cheek, some being tucked under his ears. The teal eyes focus intently on the notebook in front of him, glimmering with interest and dedication, his long lashes fluttering like a butterfly wing on a flower petal. The golden diamond on his neck glimmers faintly under the flicker of light, stand out on his creamy white skin. His warm slender fingers still lightly touch your hair soothingly make you feel so relaxing. Letting out a satisfying purr, you press your plump lips on his wrist, successfully gets Albedo attention. 

 “ How long have you been up?” His soothing voice has never failed to calm your nerve. You yearn up a little bit, trying to peek at the notebook on his lap. It’s so far away, you can’t catch a glimpse from here. 

 “ A while.” You hum. “ Long enough to get drunken at your handsome features.” 

 His eyes widen a little bit, not expecting that coming out from your mouth. 

 At the corner of his eyes, he catches your cheeky grin. Beaming widely at him, you internally cringing at your cheesy remark. You don’t even know what gives you the courage to slip the embarrassing words. 

 Albedo smirks at your blatant flirt, his reaction opposite what you look for. He returns his attention back to the notebook. His eyes still remains a hint of amusement. You want to dig a hole and jump in it. 

Slowly rise up, you rub your eyes tiredly, and notice Albedo’s coat on your body. Did he put it on you? You glance at him curiously, trying to seek an explanation, but he remains quiet, focuses on the piece of paper. The sound of pencil rustling on the parchment eases you somehow, like waking up in a small cottage with your loved one. 

 “ What time is it? ” You let out a big yawn, voice thicks with sleep. His light coat somehow is warm. Maybe you should ask him where he got this. 

 “ It’s around 3.” Albedo mindlessly points out. “ You can sleep more. Put my coat on if you're cold.” He reminds.  

 “ I shouldn’t be sleeping longer. Let me help with your work so I can get back to Mondstadt on time.” You scratch your head, your body is numbing over the sheer cold. Throw on Albedo coat, you hope the thin layer can keep you warm a little bit longer. His coat smells like frost and Cecilia. Inside the pocket, you find a heating pack. Maybe this is what kept you warm when you were sleeping.  

  “ M almost finished.” The sound of paper rustling each time he turns a page. “I can accompany you back to the city.” 

 “ But I haven’t done anything?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, hands folding at your chest, trying to saviour some warmth. “You’re sure you finished?” 

 “ Yes, just a few more retouches, then we can go back.” Albedo nods, his eyes still glued on the piece of paper. Abruptly, he stops and looks up at you, waving his hand, signalling you to get closer. Obediently, you walk toward him. When you are an arm-length from him, the man gestures at the chair put closely next to him. He wants you to sit down?

 You sit down quietly, trying to take a look at the drawing he is working on. Hmm, is that you? Did he draw your sleeping form? On the paper is the portrait of you curl like a fetal, your long hair splaying on the floor. Each stroke of pencil depicts the gentleness you have in your face when you are sleeping. The drawing is mundane somehow, you feel comfortable and relax when looking at the piece. 

 Suddenly, you felt a warm hand slotting in your palm, elbow nudging yours. His slender digits are weaving tightly with your fingers, warmth tingling on the tips of your fingers. . Look up from the drawing, you see a tint of pink on his ears. So he can also get embarrassed. 

 “ You look cold.” He mumbles, eyes avoiding yours, his cheek flush furiously. “Sit closer.” You gladly shift closer, your hand and shoulder touching his. Albedo picks up the pencil and returns to his drawing. This time he turns to a new page, start to draw another specimen. Looking at the sketch, you guess he is trying to sketch the abandoned ruins. The comfortable silence envelopes the two of you. 

 Being so close to him, you can make out the whiff of fresh Cecilia and pine. Engulf by his coat and, now next sitting next to him, you are bathing under his signature scent. It would be nice if I could feel him more. Blushing at the thought, you try to push away those not-so-innocent thoughts. Obviously, he is trying to be a gentleman. You should be grateful, if not because of him, you're going to freeze to death.

 Albedo is much warmer than you, his body radiating heat like a furnace after a while. Silently, you pick up a book you left here last time on the table. Most of his books are either textbooks or ancient language book about the alchemist, which you think you are qualified enough to read. Waiting for him in silence is a form of torture if you don’t do something. Your attention removes from his body and to the novel on your hand. 

 After what feels like two hours, Albedo finally puts down his pencil and stretches. His long limb knocks your hand a few times, your knees bump with his. He let out a tired yawn, cracking his knuckles. 

 “Finished?” Your eyes still glue on the thick book. You hear him let out a hum, his hand remove to clean up the mess on the table. 

 “ What are you having for dinner?” Albedo casually asks, hand dusting the enormous amount of eraser dust on the paper before dumping them in the trash. His voice wavers a little, but you aren't sure why. 

 “Hash brown and cream stew. I have a brownie for dessert.” You notice Albedo never makes small conversation like this. He is the type who would get straight to the point or request. Perc up from the book, you are faced with his back at you. He is arranging the bookshelves.

 “Do… you want to join me for dinner? ” After it felt like a while, you finally break the silence, your voice laces with uncertainty. If you read the atmosphere wrong, it can cost you quite severely.  

 “Sure.” He shrugs nonchalantly, continues sorting the stacks of books on the ground. Somehow you can feel the tension in the air is lifted, and he seems more relaxed than before. 

 “These are some observations and speculations I made in the last few days in here.” The chief alchemist hands you a folder. 

 You flip through the files, they are mostly pictures and drawing of large camps of hilichurl. At the end of the file is a map marked with their locations. The Abyss Order's activity has increased rapidly in this month. Commissions have been sent out continuously, yet many of them haven’t been sorted out properly yet. It seems like the sheer cold of Dragonspine can't prevent their enthusiasm. On your ways here, you have met 4 more camps, hence the reason why you choose to be acquainted with the Fatui instead.

 “I will give this to the Adventurer Guild. Thank you for this.” You exhale, fingers rubbing your eyes tiredly. The next few days are going to be very busy. 

 “If you are done, then pack up. We are going back.” He announces, returns his attention to pile on the ground. Fold the corner of the page, close the book, prepare the pack-up for the leave. You can’t wait to leave this devastating sheer cold and return back to the realm of fog and wind. Shuffling through your backpack, you put the art supplies Albedo asked you to buy on the table neatly. You didn't take anything out, so no need for packing. Basically, you are done. 

 “ Let’s go back.” 

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On the way back, you both walk in silence. Most of the camps are cleared, barrels and boxes shatter into tiny pieces scatter on the ground. Seem like our dear traveller has their job quite well. The place is almost spotless, even with the Fatui camp. You are impressed with their productivity.  

 It takes less than 2 hours walking back from Dragonspine, now that your bag is lighter. Walking comfortably next to Albedo, your hands grazing past each other a few times. You watch the sunset etches widely on the blushing hues orange sky in Dragonspine can be so romantic. 

 Suddenly feeling so motivated, you gently slip your index into his palm. Albedo freezes but still complies, his fingers caught your hand, slowly interlocking yours. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, heating creeping up your cheek. Shutting your eyes, you mumble incoherently something about how unfair life is. 

 He let out a breathy snicker, with your fingers interlock, sharing the heat in the harsh weather. Look up the fading orange, slowly disappear behind the layer of thick snow, you blow out warm air, fog gathers and dissipates in the air. Sunset in Dragonspine can be arguably one of the best scenes in Mondstadt. 

    “I’m going back to my office to put this away.” When you arrive at the gate, Albedo decides to head to the HQ of the Knight of Favonius. He motions at the package in his hand. 

 “ See you later at dinner.” Nonchalantly, he plants a kiss on your cheek, hand ruffles your hair a little bit before head off in the opposite direction. 

 You stand there, still trying to comprehend what just happened a few seconds ago. The peck on your cheek is too short, too light, like feather brushes. He can’t do this to you. Your cheek is blazing with fire, and if not careful, a spark can ignite an explosion right here. You turn your head sideways, trying to saviour and recall the feeling of his lips. 

 “ Tch tch.” The sound is coming from the nearby alley, the click-clack of boots coming closer. You whirl your head toward that direction, just to realize the source of the sound is all-mighty Calvary Captain of the Knight of Favonius. 

 “ Love is really in the air.” He comments sarcastic, hand waving around to shoo away those imaginable ‘love’. 

 “ Living this long, I have never thought I would be able to see our Alchemist Chief giving someone a goodbye kiss.” Kaeya smugs at you, his deep blue eyes gleaming with mischief. Oh, you really can't wait to wipe his shit-eating grin off his face. 

 “Stop being a drama queen, Kaeya.” You shot back. “ He gave Klee one too, don’t treat this as such an abnormal supernatural act.” Internally, you have to say that Albedo giving affection is kind of a supernatural incident too. Kaeya eyes at you like you grow another head, shaking his head.  

 “ You know what I meant.” The captain shrugs, his voice ringing with a hint of smugness. 

 The man suddenly walks closer, his gloved hand pats your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Must have been really cold in Dragonspine for him to give you his coat.” He winks at you, his eyes slowly drag down your figure. You cautiously look down. Shit, you totally forget this. 

 “We have a meeting at 8 tomorrow at the HQ. Please tell him to not stay up too late.” The cryo user whistles teasingly, heading toward Angel Share, his hand waving in the air. Your face flushes furiously, smoke almost come off your burning face. Now you realize why people have been giving your pointed gazes when you first enter the gate. Damn it, Kaeya, it is not what you think it is.  

[dreamescapeswriting]

All I want ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.2k

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

GENRE: Angst, fake dating, established relationship, fluffy ending

A/N: Hope this is okay for you!

The day had started off so brilliantly, Jungkook had been texting you to arrange a romantic weekend away together to make up for the last couple of months of awfulness but now it felt as though your world was falling apart. That and your anniversary was coming up this weekend so he wanted to take you somewhere to get away together. But now you were staring down at the magazine in your hands you could have screamed out in heartbreak as you saw the photo that was splashed across the front page. Lip locking with someone that wasn't you, making out with the devil.

"Y/n? I'm waiting?!" You stared through the glass window at your boss who was smirking at you, she knew what was going on and why that magazine had been placed on your desk that morning. The front page was splashed with images of her and Jungkook making out at the side of the Han River. Taking in a deep breath you got up from your desk and picked up the magazine, slipping it into the reviews of her latest book and walked into her room. 

"You have a meeting with BigHit this afternoon," You told her as you tried to act as though you hadn't seen the magazine, despite her being the one that had placed it onto the desk in the first place. 

"Is Guky going to be there?" You cringed at the nickname that she had for him but you bit down on your tongue nodding your head at her.

"You and Jungkook have a date tonight in his favourite restaurant." What you meant by that was your favourite restaurant, it was where Jungkook had given you a promise ring before he went on his first tour when you were dating. The longer you stared down at the desk thinking about your time together you thought back on the first time he told you about all of this. This being the fake dating contract that was going on between him and your boss Miss Ko Moon-Young. 

The whole world felt as though it had frozen around you as Jungkook told you what he was being told to do by BigHit and it just seemed off to you. Why would Jungkook need to fake date someone to gain more fame when he was in one of the largest boy bands in the world. The contract was sitting on the kitchen table in front of you, he'd already crossed the T's and dotted the I's without even asking you how you would feel about this. After a four year relationship, you figured that he would have at least asked if you would be okay with him fake dating someone.

"Baby it's just for a couple of months...It's not for me it's for her, BigHit needs her reputation to go up as they're signing her." You scoffed at his piss-poor attempt at making it seem as though it was no big deal. The author who was supposed to be fake dating is Ko Moon-Young and she was one of the most well-known authors in the writing world and not because she was good at writing. Her writing was exceptional but it was her personality that she was mostly known for. Being awful to her fans, being nasty with every person she met. The woman would do anything she could to get what she wanted, which included stealing from restaurants she ate at. Stealing things from the people she dated because she just wanted the things she saw. Nothing would stand in her way. The woman was dreadful, you'd always been taught that if you had nothing nice to say than to keep your mouth shut but she was the exception to that rule. Standing up from the table you grabbed the plates from your dinner the two of you had shared and began to load up the dishwasher,

"You mean her reputation needs saving," You grumbled as you shut the dishwasher turning around to look at him as you folded your arms over your chest. Sighing to himself he looked at you, he knew that you weren't going to like the idea of it but when BigHit told him to do something it wasn't as though he had much of a choice. He smiled weakly at you as he stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked into your eyes. 

"She's your boss you know, you know what she's like." You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head. Although she was your boss it didn't mean you had to like her. The woman made your life a living hell, always making you do something she could have done for herself.

"Baby, you know that I love you, nothing will stop me from loving you." You hummed sarcastically in response to him and tried to walk away but he pushed you against the countertop and forced you to look into his eyes. He wasn't going to let you walk away without talking about it first.

"Ko is nothing to me, we're the ones that have been together for four years. Nothing is going to make me forget that," You looked into his eyes as you tried not to get mad at him for all of this, 

"You could have told me before signing it," You mumbled as you thought about it more and more, biting down on your lip as you realised what they would have to do together. All of the things that you wanted to do with him in public, the events, the walking around like a real couple and not having to hide in the house all of the time. Pretending as though you didn't know him and hiding whenever you're out in public and someone happens to stare at him too much and realise who he was. 

"I didn't have a choice, I had to sign it," You pressed your head into his chest as you sighed, Jungkook kissed the top of your head and held onto you tightly making you relax against him.

"Now, come up to bed and let's get some sleep?" You hummed at him again and looked over at the clock on the wall, 

"You can't stay. You have an interview with Miss Moon-Young tomorrow," You mumbled, as much as you would have loved him to stay close to you all night you knew if he stayed in your place he ould never leave and if he ever did he'd be late. Manager Sejin was already mad at you enough for making him late a lot, 

"I'll set an alarm." He whined as you started pushing him towards the front door, you shook your head at his protest. 

"Sejin-Oppa already hates me, I'm not letting you make him hate me more or we'll never be able to out our relationship." It was the truth. Sejin was the one in charge of deciding if Jungkook's relationship was allowed to be outed to the public and he'd declined all of the chances you had to announce it.

"Are you even listening to me Y/n?" You stared at her as she questioned you again, you shook your head, 

"Sorry...I was-"

"Thinking about Jungkook? He's so cute, isn't he!? The kiss was so random! I wasn't expecting it!" She screamed out as she stared at you. Of course, she knew that you and Jungkook were dating. It had been revealed to her when she'd been asking what was going to happen between her and Jungkook. Kissing was off the table, you didn't want them to kiss, you didn't even want them to be near one another and she knew that which was exactly why you knew she'd been the one to put the magazine down for you to see. 

"He is. I hope you guys can enjoy tonight," You were doing your best to seem as happy about this as possible, trying to be as kind as you could about all of this. The best way to get through it was to ignore it, the contract had been extended by two more months and this was the final one. Pretty soon there would be a mutual break coming up and you would be able to have your boyfriend back, all to yourself. 

"I'm thinking! This weekend when we all go on our little holiday I can steal him for a few hours?! We can get seen and then you can have him whatever it is he has planned." You frowned as she mentioned the holiday. 

"W-What?" You questioned, staring into her eyes as the smile on your lips slowly began to fade and an evil smirk began to grow on her face. 

"Didn't Jungkook tell you? The only way you were allowed to take your little anniversary holiday was if I came along?" A shiver ran through you as you dropped your clipboard onto her desk in shock. 

"I-I'm taking my lunch." You mumbled quickly as you began to back out of the room, bumping into the door frame as you began to take off and out of the building as you headed straight to Jungkook. Calling his phone and asking him to meet you at the back entrance of the BigHit building where you would always meet up with one another. 

"She's coming with us?!" You yelled as he pushed you into one of the empty dance studios, shutting the door and leaning against it as he waited for you to get the yelling out of your system. When he turned around you were standing with your hands on your hips waiting for him to say something about everything that was going on. 

"It was the only way we would be able to go out baby. I thought you would be happy." He told you as he looked at you, he was doing everything he could to keep your relationship working while also maintaining his job but it was getting harder. 

"Happy? Yes. I would love my horrible boss following me and my boyfriend around all weekend." You held back the tears that were threatening to come out, the one thing you didn't want to do was cry in front of him when you knew he was having a hard time with all of this as well. Taking in a couple of deep breathes you shook your head at him, 

"I'm sorry...I just- She put that magazine of you and her on my desk and then she dropped the shell on me that she would be coming with us?" He shook his head as he brought you into a tight hug wanting to hold onto you for as long as he could, the two of you were finally alone for the first time in months. You'd hardly had any time together since his "relationship" with her, it had always been them needing to be around one another all of the time. Leaving you and Jungkook on the outskirts of the relationship, 

"I promise that once I'm seen landing with her in the airport and we're seen checking it, that's it. We can do whatever we want, whatever our hearts desire," He promised you as he kissed your lips softly, 

"She'll leave us alone?" He nodded his head at you and you smiled weakly at him, deciding that if she wasn't going to be around you all of the time that you could do it. 

"Then I suppose that's okay." You mumbled to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kisses him, whining against his lips as you realised just how long it had been since you'd kissed him. 

"I miss you," You whimpered as you pulled at his shirt to open the buttons, you felt the smirk on his lips grow in size as he began to push you against the mirror behind you. Pulling at the shirt you were wearing as he tried to open it, he'd missed you sneaking into the building to have some fun together, 

"I miss you too baby," He panted as he began kissing down your neck, biting into your skin when someone tapped on the door softly making you groan out. 

"Miss Ko is calling for Y/n, she wants her to come back from her lunch early," You heard Sejin say from the door making you bite down on your lip and look into Jungkook's eyes. 

"Just think of our weekend, our time together." He whispered to you as he kissed your lips one last time, watching you walk out of the room sighing to himself as soon as you were gone.

"When are you going to tell her?" Sejin asked as he walked into the dance studio, closing the door behind him as he looked at Jungkook for an answer. 

"When the time is right-"

"She'll see it in the magazines sooner or later," Jungkook rolled his eyes making his way out of the room as he tried to think of the best way to tell you that the fake dating was being moved to a fake engagement. 

The plane ride to your surprise holiday was only short, Jungkook had taken the time to fly you all to a small private island where you could be alone for most of the trip. The plane for you had been awful though since you weren't supposed to be seen with Jungkook you were sitting in Economy while Jungkook and Miss Ko were up in first class, Sejin in business class. You thought you would have at least been placed there since Miss Ko was your boss but it turned out you were just shoved to the back. 

"Baby you're going to love it," Jungkook whispered as he covered your eyes. He'd gotten you to meet him outside his room in the hotel and was now leading you down the beach with his hands over your eyes. Your hands clutching onto his forearms as you tried not to scream out, you always liked being able to see where you were going but he was keeping everything a secret. The only reason you knew you were on the beach was that you could feel the sand and hear the waves crashing down against the sand. 

"Can I just watch? I mean I already know we're on a beach," You giggled as you felt Jungkook struggle to walk you around the beach. 

"Because this is supposed to be a special surprise," He whined as he moved his hands away from your eyes, 

"Anything with you is special baby," You promised him as you turned to look at him, not noticing the way he had arranged somewhere for you both to sit. 

"I know but, the last few months have been so hard on you so I wanted to make this a way of making it up to you," He whispered as he kisses your lips softly, that was when he turned you around to look at the firepit on the beach. Sitting beside it was a picnic blanket, picnic basket and pillows laying all over the blanket so that the two of you could sit comfortably.

"Jungkook this is-" You stopped talking when he bent down and went into the basket pulling out a see-through box to reveal a cake. 'Happy Anniversary Y/n!' Written across the front in bright pink icing,

"Jungkook it's adorable, thank you." You whispered as you looked at him. All the months of the two of you not being able to be together, went out of your mind and all you could think about was the time you had spent together. All of the good memories flooding back into your head.

"I got us some take-out food because I couldn't cook, which was my original plan." He laughed awkwardly at the thought of it. His original plan was to take you to his place and cook for you but with the recent news of his "relationship", he couldn't do any of the things you used to. Taking you out on cute dates in the day when he could hide, or taking you to his place or going to yours. Everything was so much harder now.

"Hey, this is perfect. This is all I could want." You promised him as you sat down on the blanket and got ready to eat some of the food that he had bought with him. 

The night had been perfect in every sense of the word. Jungkook had spent the entire night holding you, after you finished eating you both just laid down on the blankets together. Enjoying the time alone you had with one another for the first time in a long time. 

"There's one thing I can't wait to do," You admitted to him as you rolled over and placed your chin on his chest just staring into his eyes, 

"What's that?" He hummed as he began to run his fingers up and down your back slowly, staring back into your eyes. 

"Fall asleep with your arms wrapped around me-" The sentence was interrupted when you heard your boss's shriek fill the air instantly ruining the moment within seconds. 

"And it's gone," You mumbled sitting up and wrapping your own arms around your body and rubbed your skin as though you were cold. Guilt swamped Jungkook as he looked at you and then to Miss Ko who was squeezing herself down onto the blanket. 

"I'm bored, you said this would be a good trip but there's nothing here for me to do!" She cried out, picking up some of the cake Jungkook had brought and began eating it without being offered any. 

"Move over, the sand is ruining my dress." She hissed at you making you move, she was still your boss at the end of the day and you couldn't be mad at her for ordering you around. 

"Miss Ko, we're having a date." Jungkook tried to tell her but she just ignored him, picking up some frosting on her finger and holding up to his lips. 

"You should eat this, it's lovely. Have you tried some Y/n?" You hummed in answer to her turning to look at Jungkook with some help on making her leave but Jungkook just smiled at Miss Ko. 

"Jungkook...I'm getting tired, maybe we should go back to your room?" You questioned with a smile on your lips but it was quickly removed when Miss Ko told you that she and Jungkook were in the room next to one another with a conjoining door to their rooms. 

"Jungkook. We have that meeting tomorrow with Sejin remember, we have to go and pick out rings." You frowned at her and then looked at Jungkook who was avoiding your gaze. 

"Rings?" You asked, turning to your boss who nodded at you happily. 

"Engagement rings!" The world seemed to stop for you a second time as you stared at Jungkook waiting for him to tell you that she was lying. It was all some fever dream you were experiencing or Miss Ko was just trying to wind you up but he stayed quiet. 

"We're going to announce our engagement next week-" You stood up making her stop talking and walked away from Jungkook and her on the beach. Not wanting to sit there any longer than you had to. He had promised you it would just be a few months, nothing longer than four was what he told you and yet here you were six months later and it seemed to only be extending more and more. 

Later in the night, you figured you were probably overreacting to everything. Jungkook had been trying to call you since you left the beach but you ignored him. Sending him to voicemail while you showered and tried to sleep for the night but it was proving to be difficult. You were having a losing battle with your head and wanted to at least talk to Jungkook about it. Talk it through with him and confirm that their relationship was all still for sure like he told you it was.

You were opening his door with the key he'd given you earlier that day, he wanted you to have it so you could stop by and see him whenever you wanted. 

"Jungkook I know I shouldn't have stormed off earlier. I was just mad when-" Sitting on the bed with Jungkook was a half-dressed Miss Ko, in nothing but an unbuttoned dress shirt and her makeup smeared across her face. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at them, sitting so close together it looked as though they'd just gotten out of a make-out session. 

"Y/n it isn't what it looks like!" Jungkook jumped off the bed but you were already crying as you stared at them. The tears you had been holding in for the last six months finally flowing free as you stared at them both. Your breaking point had been passed and it felt as though your heart was being ripped out of your chest. 

"I quit. I'll be on the next flight home, Miss Ko. Jungkook I'll make sure all of your things are ready for you to pick up at my place." You didn't give him a chance to explain himself or chase after you as you walked out of the room. Leaving Jungkook yelling out your name as you burst into sobs, slamming your hotel door and whimpering into your hands. 

The airport was empty thanks to it almost being 3 am which meant you were free to tear up and cry into your hands as much as you wanted without getting too many weird looks. You'd grabbed the cheapest flight possible home and booked it right away, heading to the airport so you couldn't bump into Jungkook.

"Babe!" His voice cried out as he rushed up behind you in the waiting area of the airport, you ignored him. Keeping your eyes forward as though you didn't know him but that wasn't going to stop him. He sat down beside you and waited for you to look at him. 

"Y/n please, she was trying to kiss me but I pushed her off me," You rolled your eyes at him, scoffing at him as he tried to talk his way out of this. 

"Her shirt was open-"

"She walked into my room like that! You know what she's like! She's a fucking bitch," He cut you off as he began to let tears roll down his face. Your flight number was called over the speaker and you got up from the seat, ignoring Jungkook as he raced after you. 

"Please Y/n, you know I would never do something like that to you," You shook your head as you listened to him. 

"I used to think that, now I'm not so sure...Were you even going to tell me about the fake engagement?" He nodded his head but you just let your tears flow down your cheeks and tried to walk away from him but he stood in front of you to stop you from moving. 

"You're making a scene. People will see us together-"

"Let them! I will scream it from the rooftops that you're the one I love and not Miss Ko Moon-Young!" Your hand on your bag dropped and you cover his mouth but he stopped you as he stepped away. 

"I, JEON JUNGKOOK AM HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH Y/N Y/L/N!" He screamed out loudly gaining the attention of some stewardesses and some passengers that were all turning to look at you both now.

"Jungkook. Your contract-"

"I'll rip it up if it means I lose you I don't care! I need you in my life Y/n please," He pleaded with you, gripping onto you as he pulled you into his arms, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to his body.

"You're all I want. I didn't kiss her, she tried to kiss me and she unbuttoned her clothes." You stared into his eyes and you smiled weakly, he had always been a terrible liar which was how you knew this was the truth.

"I'll tell Sejin I want no part in it, that I want our relationship to come out. You're the only one I care about," He promised before bringing you into a passionate kiss in the middle of the airport. 

"Come back with me, we can spend all our time in your room." He said to you as he kisses your lips again, looking into your eyes and smiling weakly. 

"You'll be in trouble," You tried to tell him but he shook his head, 

"I don't care, I have you and that's all I care about," He whispered as he took your hand in his and began leading you out of the airport and towards the taxi that was waiting for you both to get inside of. 

The very public relationship between Miss Ko and Jungkook was cut short as soon as Jungkook told his manager that he was no longer interested in doing the contract anymore. You still quit your job with Miss Ko not wanting to work for her anymore, you weren't interested in working for someone who was willing to ruin your relationship with someone you loved. 

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akatsuki no yona chapter 184: youtube comment I’m proud of: Joo-Doh has no right to talk to hak about Loyalty

That's kind of interesting. I ctually think Hak is right. I think king Il didn't physically kill his brother. like for one thing Il isn't a war general. imaging Il killing his brother or fighting him and WINNING with a sword is really hard to imagine. His brother is a BEAST. We definitely find out relationships between the two brothers weren't completely loving...there was some complicated stuff in there. but we know for a fact king Il was king and his brother apparently expressing to soowon that he just wanted to support his bro. I think there could have been a fight if yu-hon decided to go wage war after his brother told him no or something. but unless yu-hon was found to be involved with killing the mom its hard to imagine king Il even raising the blade to his brother and not being wracked by guilt all the time if he did kill his bro. but yu-hon was litlerally oe of the strongest in the kingdom and king il was already getting fluffy/bubbly.

love your reacting to Hak calling out joo-dou. Joudou was making a big deal about how he KNOWS Hak hates and wants to kill soowon so why would they let hak into the army that directly protects the king. trying to get Hak to swear loyalty to soowon or fail to o so and get kicked out of the sky army.

but what really hit me hard with Hak asking why did the king have to die and both him and yona get betrayed like that ws h was calling out Joudous loyaty and what do oaths mean. after all even if Il wasn't a good king Jou- Dou and the sky army SWORE a oath of loyalty to protect the king and royal family. Jou-dou even knew yona on a personal level and was one of the to people.

yet jou-dou here is trying to get Hak to swear loyalty and lecture hak?

Jou-dou and others in the skytribe army who own loyaly guards that hawk probably even trained with snuck in during Yonas party celebration and planned to cver up the tre prgins of king Il's death. they DIRECTLY betrayed the king.

forget soo-won. that burn where hak basically threw in his face that joodou is a oath breaker and that empty vows or loyalty don't mean anything. Hak could sweat that oath and sneak in a kill soo-won because in the end unlike joudou and many in sky tribe army....hak was ACTUALLY loyal to the king. hak didn't just see the king as cowardly. he knew there were lots of issues with the king and his methods and ideals. but the king won haks respect and loyaty and  hak found him worthy for a reason. He ws able to see why the grandpa king(king il's dad) chose king Il.

and what even more interesting is Hak was soo-won's best friend. his right hand. he also wanted soo-won be be king just traitors they fought for. honestly probably even more than them. he was willing t happily put aside his feelings for yona to encourage them both to marry an be together so he could serve the two people he loved th most. the traitor and Joodou use the excuse it was to save the kingdom an we could be fooled since we know he wasn't a good king... but unlike them he knew a peaceful solution had just been in reach. hak knew yona was in love with soo-won at the time and that she fought with the king because she wanted to be allowed the option to marry soo-won. and there even seemed to be slight progress at least on soo-won finding out her feelings. 

Hak has even more trust in soo-won's skills. I like hak thinking soo-won could have talked with king Il and they then used the death of th brother as a reason talks couldnt happen. but he knows if yona is willing to care about soo-won and suck up that he killed her dad in front of her to work o the good f th kingdom than soo-won definitely ould be able to. that could be naïve. maybe king Il DID kill the dad and Il would refuse any talks with soo-won. but that's excuses. soo-wo could have kept trying to talk to king ill and negotiate. but I like Joo-dou trying to hide behind that as a excuse for their behavior because even if joudou chose to swear loyaty to the idea of soo-won as king. It doesn't excuse he swore a actual oath of loyaty to the actual king and they broke it and deliberately caused his death right under haks nose. 

and Hak is STILL loyal to Yona his princess and given her support. I also like you bringing up that hak brought up yona in the discussion because even if Il killed soo-wons dad. yona was innocent and it was still betraying her. though my guess was th plan was to kill king Il while yona was innocently asleep in her quarters and that she'd be obvious to the true culprits who killed her dad and she'd see soowon as innocent. maybe the plan was to use her as a figure head or for soo-won to rule in her stead while she grieved but they hadn't actually planned to kill her until she had appeared unexpectedly and witnessed the murder. which then they had to silence her. I like how you phased hak saying 'I don't believe you' and why should I believe you' XD after all we know that shady advisor is the WORST...he tried to get zeno and jaeha shot with arrws. encouraged soowon to kill yona after she witnessed the murder. dude gives ALL the disrespect to yona with the seating arrangement. and I can't help by wonder since the dude is so a yuuhon fan...that maybe that advisor dude got disappointed yuhon didn't want to take over the kingdom from his king Il. so killed yuuhon himself and then puts all his eggs into the basket of into making soowon king and planned on killing king Il, who he saw as having stolen the rightful place of yuhon even though it was decided by the grandpa king and king Il didn't deliberately steal anything. like the adviser I could see having a grudge against King Il on his own on prince/general yuu-hon's behalf. trying to recreate the dream he thinks the ideal yuu-hon would have actually wanted if yuhon didn't hold back on his brother. he tried to stall on a peaceful solution in discussing stuff between the tao and kouren and soowons people. the advisor tried to stop that. 

I also like hak seing it more of a surface excuse. in th end everyone else betrayed king il because they wanted sowon on the thrown and didn't approve on how Il handled the country. but they are still in the wrong for breaking that loyaty and betraying them. 

and jodouh cant argue that hak isn't loyal to yona if he gave up his place in the wondtribe general to care for his tribe and her. 

I like your excitement over soo-won's hawk visiting hak XD I also wonder if haks jab at jou-dous loyalty might also imply king Il was right to choose hak over joudoh as Yonas boyguard and being in charge of the guards at the castle. 

Joudoh might be afraid of hak honestly but he cant say hak's anger at soo-won isn't justified after the betrayal.

[keepseaveyweird]

Masterlist

I’ve finally found all my writing on here and organized it!! I never realized how little I write for Jonah so if you have any requests for him, I’ll take it! I wanna even out the ratio here lol. Anyways, love you guys!

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Sticky Notes

Daniel accidentally saying something bad about a thin!reader like ‘there’s nothing on her’ or something and he doesn’t even realize how harsh it is?

Daniel holding your baby for the first time after you give birth and he’s so scared to hold him because he’s so small

Being best friends with Anna and dating Daniel and you and D get into a fight

Dating Daniel but being a huge space nerd so you’re constantly talking to Corbyn and he starts to get jealous

Could you write something ab you and daniel being in paris or amsterdam

One of the guys pulls you aside and is like “oh daniel/corbyn has a crush on you” and she is like ?? and then they end up giving her tickets to the upcoming concert

The Regular

Being on Facetime with Jonah and him constantly calling you beautiful as you get dressed for bed

Loopy

Zach: you try to leave him for some reason or the other and he flips out to make you stay? angst and then into fluff

Sneaking into Zach’s bedroom after a fight with your parents

Zach getting in fights over you and you threatening to break up with him if he doesn’t stop

Zach kisses y/n and y/n moans a bit and then Zach gets all proud and smiley

She’s thinks it’s absolutely adorable when Zach can’t say Zombie Apocalypse, but the reader talks fast when she’s excited so she stumbles on her words, so she says something wrong and Zach thinks its adorable

You’re the opening act on the boys tour and Zach crushing on you and he finds out you wrote a song about him

Zach getting jealous of how much time you’ve been spending with Jack

A Roadtrip

Jack: Actress on Riverdale

You’re on tour with them and you get to go back to the bus and cuddle with jack and it’s fluffy as heck?

You and jack fight about something and you try to walk out and he just immediately feels awful and stops you

Kissing Jack for the first time and you’re just like “damn why have we never done that before?”

You’re dating Jack and you were supposed to pick up the guys from the airport, but you fell asleep because you had a migraine and slept through your alarm

Seeing one of the boys as part of your daily routine bc LA is truly a small town in the grand scheme of things

Jack walks in on you wearing a wdw hoodie while jamming out to his songs and you’re just so proud of him and the boys

You and Jack telling his parents and siblings that y/n is pregnant

I Guess I Just Feel Like

Getting in a fight with Corbyn and you sleep on the couch because you don’t wanna ask him to

One of the boys being the loud neighbor above you who won’t stop playing the guitar late at night only to come to find out he did it to see you

you worked at a diner and the boys stopped in really late one night bc they are traveling on tour and they are super sweet and y/n has a moment with one of them

this is an conversation between reader and one of the boys and they are talking about Corbyn

Can you do a lil blurb for like a first date with each of the boys?

Could you do a blurb or imagine about going to the B96 Summer Bash- Tyler

ALL SHIP REQUESTS

[crewhonk]

Flora and Fauna (one)

In which Y/N receives a gift, and Bucky says thank you

Lots of Stucky int his one! Fluffy, healthy stucky relationship!

Warnings: nsfw themes

words: 2.8K

prologue

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Flora and Fauna, 346 Park Avenue, Manhattan New York

It was another cool, rainy August day for Y/N Y/L/N and she wasn’t even able to walk down the set of stairs from her apartment down to the garden space below without walking back up for another thick sweater. The cool air-conditioned space of her home gave way tot he almost sweltering heat of the plant store below, allowing all of the plants there to thrive and dance in he presence. Her baggy denim overalls and a loose green shirt flowed as she walked, and the chains around her neck tinkled with every step. She walked through the crowded aisles of the store, and brushed her fingertips over each and every leaf she passed, making them greener and more lively than seconds before. 

Her soft fingertips landed on the open to close sign and flipped it open, tracing the protruding lines of the paint that her little cousin had created. Her cat, Oscar, brushed around her ankles as she blinked out into the already-busy streets of downtown New York. 

“Hey, Kitten.” She hummed, bending down and scooping the fluffy cat into her arms with ease. The fur gave him a deceiving appearance, and while he looked to be around ten pounds, he truly only weighed four and a half. He licked her chin and wiggled out of her grasp when she walked closer to the front desk, sashaying his way over to his food and water, on the far side of the counter. 

It was a rapid series of knocks that truly woke her up. She hurried to the back, making sure that nobody would walk in on this cold, rainy day and swung open the rickety screen door to find a large moving truck and an obese man, sweating but smiling pleasantly. 

“Hello,” she spoke, ushering him inside and away from the rain. He gratefully stepped inside and shook her hand with his own dead fish handshake. “What can I do for you, Sir?” She smiled, wiping her hand on her green apron. 

“There’s a shipping here for you, from one S. Rogers?” He squinted at the clipboard in his hand, and she blinked up at him at him stupidly. 

“I didn’t order anything— I can only afford one shipment a month. I got one last week and—“

“Ma’am.” The old man stopped her with a smile, and a heavy hand to her shoulder. She furrowed her brows at him and was about to ask what was really going on when he opened his mouth to speak. “Everything is paid for— all you have to do is sign on the dotted line, and help move all the plants in, and you’re good to go.”

“What?” Y/N found her chest blooming with warmth because whoever this Rogers guy was had spent well over one thousand dollars to get her a truckload of plants that were already keening for her attention. 

The moving process took about one hour, and she spent the rest of the day rearranging plants and shelves to make them all accessible. In that time, she managed to serve several customers and only trip over Oscar three times, each accompanied by a ‘dammit, cat!’.

By the time noon rolled around, she had arranged the green, leafy, and floral additions in a way that took her breath away. The humid air was so thick with fresh scents that Y/N swore she was almost high on the fumes. She picked up her shattered phone and took a few pictures for her rapidly growing Instagram page, editing them and uploading them quickly. 

‘heres to the kindness of strangers. Thank you, S. Rogers, for the surprise shipment :)’

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Avengers Tower, 200 Park Avenue, Manhattan

Steve Rogers was sure this was the third meeting of the day, and the regular coffee he kept getting from the kitchen down the hall was doing nothing for his drooping eyes and his wandering attention. Wanda had suggested tea, but Steve wasn’t too fond of the drink— too boring in his opinion. Tony was off rambling about some local group wreaking havoc on local enhanced individuals, and Steve really should care, he really should but when there were threats all over the world, it seemed that one little New York hate group was a simple little parasite that would eventually befall itself. 

He sat back in his rolling chair, legs spread and arms folded across his chest and felt a warm zing of electricity when Bucky’s flesh hand landed on his upper thigh— nothing sexual, just an absent touch that had made Steve fall for his best friend so many eons ago. The other man's thumb raced patterns against Steve’s jeans, and he found himself relaxing even more under his lovers' touch. 

“You as bored as I am?” Bucky wrote on a pad of paper, nudging it in his direction and watching Steve fight back a childish grin. 

“Probably even more bored, Jerk.” He wrote back with a wink and flashed Bucky a tiny smile when he heard him huff out a laugh. Steve noticed a notification popped up on his phone, and he held it under the table as he pressed his thumb onto the home screen to check it. 

‘flora and fauna has posted a new picture’

He saw the inside of the store in the new picture, brimming to the roof with the plants he had sent her, and a happy smile spread across his face, tapping the heart at the bottom of the picture and commenting ‘glad u liked them! :)’ quickly. Steve had failed to notice the absence of Bucky’s hand on his thigh as he clicked on her page, scrolling absently for a few minutes. 

“Hey, Cap. Eyes up, yeah?” Starks' voice brought Steve out of his heart eyes moment, and he blinked a few times to find everyone looking at him with expressions of disbelief on their faces. 

“Sorry, Boss.” He replied quickly, placing his phone face down and sitting with his posture straight. Bucky, who was still looking at his love, shook his head and glanced at the Captains phone, curious as to who he had been paying attention to. 

“You too, Elsa.” Tony threw a pen in Bucky’s direction, which Bucky caught and tucked behind his ear, smirking when Tony gave him his ‘im running out of patience’ look before searching for another pen and continuing his lecture. 

He and Tony, while still tense around each other had begun to develop a relationship akin to step siblings that had moved in together when they were midway through teenage years. It was awkward a lot of the time, and the picked on each other, but they protected each other in a way that was unspoken. Not healthy, but not exactly unhealthy either. 

The meeting adjured rather soon after, and Bucky and Steve left side by side, heading together to train the new recruits who (in their very personal opinion) were worse for wear. 

“Steve?” Bucky asked, once they got into the change rooms and swung open their lockers across from each other. Bucky found his heart beating quickly in his chest. 

“Yes, Sweets?” He replied, shucking his shirt over his head and turning around to look at his boyfriend of eighty years. 

“Am I enough? For you?” He asked, his voice wavering slightly. Steve looked sharply towards him and stepped over the bench that separated them, dropping his Under Armour shirt on the ground and immediately cradling his face in his large, hard hands. Before even saying anything response, Steve planted a soft kiss on Bucky’s lips, brushing the tips of their noses together and pulling away with a nip to his bottom lip. 

“What the hell do you mean by that, James.” He whispered, brushing his thumbs over his boyfriends' scruffy cheeks. He kissed the tip of Bucky’s nose and continued peppering kisses over his cheeks, forehead, and jaw before finding his favorite place in the crook of Bucky’s neck— right over his pulse point. 

“I just— I feel like you’re— we’re missing something. It’s been eighty years, I know and I wouldn’t want it any other way, but I don’t know. I feel like there needs to be more to us.” Bucky rambled, wrapping his arms around Steve’s narrow waist and pulling him closer. 

“I will love you until the end of the line,” Steve mumbled against his boyfriend's neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive skin behind his ear. Bucky hummed under his touch and gripped Steve’s rapidly growing hair with his metal fist, pulling him closer with a purr. “If you want to find something more for us, I will gladly accept that. No judgment, no fear, all love. I ould be more thanhappy to find someone to share our love.”

“Promise?” Bucky’s voice shook not only with emotion and relief but with arousal at his boyfriends’ ministrations. 

“Always, Buck.” And with the high of previous worries lifted from his shoulders, he sank to his knees and properly thanked Steve Rogers for being the best boyfriend out there. 

__________________

Flora and Fauna, 346 Park Avenue, Manhattan

Y/N had locked the door an hour ago, flipping the homemade sign to ‘closed’ and continuing to sweep and water all the plants that needed to be taken care of. The National played loud over the store speakers, and Y/N danced around with her broom, spinning it around and singing into the end of it as if it were her microphone. It hadn’t crossed her mind that people could still see her bounce around with the antique watering can in one hand and Swiffer duster in the other until she spun towards the door and let out a tiny frightened yelp. 

Because there, about to pull on the stores front door was one Winter Soldier. She watched him tug at the handle once, twice and a third time before he cupped his hands around the glass and peered in, eyes immediately finding her own. 

She was frozen for only three seconds before she dropped the Swiffer to the floor and slid the watering can onto the front desk before nervously wiping her hands on her pant legs (she had since taken off her apron), and fiddling with the keys, struggling to fit them in much to Bucky’s amusement. 

She flung open the door and openly gaped at the former assassin. She had long been a fan of the Avengers, and when James Barnes went through his legal trial, she had followed it religiously, always taking part in online forums and supporting those who wanted him to walk as a free man. She could see how much the legal trial still affected him, as the bags under his eyes were prominent, and the hair he had tied back in a velvet scrunchie (wanda had gotten them for him) looked a little too shiny to be clean. 

“Oh my God, hi. You’re James Barnes- I followed your trial last month and I’m so happy you got acquitted.” Her hand burst forth, and he took it warily with his flesh hand,  her eagerness to meet him throwing him off guard. If Y/N hadn’t been so excited, she would have noticed the way her body immediately reacted to his own. She would have noticed the way her arm hair stood on end, and the way snakes seemed to slither in her lower stomach. She would have noticed the flush of her chest, and the dilation of her pupils as she took this huge model of a man in, drinking him in for everything he was worth. 

“Bucky. Please, my name is Bucky.” He smiled down at her. If she had missed the way her body reacted, he did not miss it, and held back a smirk at the way she fell into a pile of mush in his hand. He didn’t miss the way his own body exploded, a chill went down his spine— one that had only taken place late night in his and Steve’s bed, among heavy breaths and whispered words of pleasure. 

“Bucky, okay.” She breathed, excited. The way she said his name made his mouth feel too hot and his lips parted in reaction. “What can I do for you, Bucky?”

“I was going to get some flowers for someone. They recently became open to an idea that I’ve wanted for a while, and I want to show them how much I appreciate it.” He said, smiling widely and holding her hand in both of his. Was this really going to be that easy?

She broke out into a wide smile that made Bucky’s heart hammer in his chest. He thought it really may actually be easier.

“Maybe some roses?” He asked, wiping his combat boots on the welcome rug and showing his hands into his pocket. He still wore a leather glove over his metal hand, not yet ready for the Wakandan prothetic to be showcased to the world. 

She wrinkled her nose in disgust and scoffed under her breath. A reaction that made his eyebrows shoot into his hairline and his eyes widen. 

“What was that for?” He asked, a smile pulling at one corner of his lips. She turned back to him and leaned against the counter, sipping her heavily sweetened coffee and staring at him emptily through her lashes. He ignored the way his lions reacted to the look. 

“Roses are tacky so I don’t carry them.” Her reply was short, and the curt response made him throw his head back in laughter, filling the room with joy. Y/N would be damned if she never wanted to hear that laugh again. 

“Oh yeah? What flowers would you get to express gratitude then?” He thanked her quickly as she gave him a mug of coffee and waved him into the back to where the extra floors from the shipment this morning were. 

“These are some flowers I don’t have on the floor yet, so I usually use them for deliveries. I love Sweet Pea flowers for thank you. They’re very real and when they’re in bushels they look kind of messy, but that adds some sort of beauty to them? Kind of like showing gratitude, I guess— messy but beautiful all the same.” She smiled, motioning to the pots of Sweets on one of the middle shelves. He walked forward and his flesh hand traced the soft, odd-looking flower, and Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised by the care he took in admiring it. 

“What do you mean? Thank you’s are messy and beautiful.” He said, leaning in a smiling the flower. They swayed under his attention and Y/N smiled softly— the flowers in her shop seemed to have spirits of their own, and it wasn’t just coincidence they danced when she was in a room. 

“Well, no real thank you is graceful and well put together. Those are usually the ones that aren’t genuine.” She spoke softly, sipping her coffee and smiling at him with a closed mouth when he looked over at her. His eyes scanned her body up and down and when he met her eyes, she was blushing under the weight of his gaze. 

“You’re very smart, you know.” He said, picking up the pot and wrapping his clothed metal arm around it. “What’s your name?” 

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I’ll get these, then Y/N Y/L/N. You’re one hell of a saleswoman.”

“Oh, you can just take them. A gift for you.” She smiled, watching as he walked over to her, digging in his jean pockets for a bill. 

“No, I could never—“

“I’m serious, Mr. Barnes. Take them.” She whispered. He was suddenly very close to her. He took her hand in his own, and slipped a hundred dollar bill in her fist, backing away through the green room door.

“A tip for you, then. It was wonderful seeing you, Y/N.” He called out as he left the store, leaving Y/N shaking in the back room with a rush of excitement and joy. 

It wasn’t until Oscar brushed up against her, purring as his tail wrapped around her calf, that she broke out of her reverie and scooped him up in her arms, jumping around and squealing in a way she hadn’t since One Direction had announced they were coming to New York for the third time. 

“That just happened! Oh my God, Oscar! That happened!” She yelled, frightening the cat to his very core. She didn’t care though, because she had just given Bucky Barnes sweet pea flowers, a coffee, and a smile. 

Tags: @emolordisme @sergeantjbuckybarnes @prettybubblesintheair @shynara51 @dizwinchester

[onesmallbunny]

✧: *✧ Master List ✧*:✧

★ Scenarios (Member x Reader)

✧ Taeil

✼ “A date at the aquarium with Taeil” [...]

✧ Taeyong

✼ “could you do a scenario were Taeyong is jealous of your collaboration/friendship with Taemin [...]”

✼ “fluffy scenario where Taeyong keeps being secretive but it’s for the purpose of surprising you [...]

✧ Yuta

✼ “could you do a YutaxReader scenario where he says something jokingly that offends her and causes the reader to overreact [...]”

✼ “angst scenario where the reader is fed up with Yuta’s attitude and he blurts that he doesn’t love her anymore [...]”

✼ “imagine where Yuta finds out that his s/o smokes [...]”

✧ Doyoung

✼ “could I request an NCT scenario where the main character is cold to strangers [...]”

✧ Jaehyun

✼ “scenario where Jaehyun and Y/N are introverted [...]”

✧ Jungwoo

✼ “angsty to fluffy soulmate scenario [...]”

✧ Lucas

✼ “an imagine where the reader is 2 years younger than Lucas please? [...]”

✧ Mark

✼ “mark and y/n being his best friend but their friendship start falling apart after mark have a girlfriend” [...]

✼ “Mark x trans masculin person” [...]

✼ “Y/N is the new SM staff and Mark and Y/N fall in love with each other” [...]

✧ Haechan

 ✼ “could you write an imagine where Y/N is very sad at the moment and her boyfriend Haechan is pretty worried about her and tries to cheer her up [...]

 ✼ “imagine where you want to break up with him cuz he has been treating you very meanly and in the end you make up [...]”

✼ “haechan falling in love w another apocalypse survivor [...]”

✼ “imagine about Haechan doing the readers make up [...]”

✧ Renjun

✼ “some husband! Renjun scenario? :(” [...]

Requests are opened

TO DO LIST 

[persephonewrites]

BAD BICH BOOK CLUB — TALK QUESTIONS

✗ WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE YA NOVEL AND WHY?

I read and immediately fell in love with Percy Jackson & the Olympians after Rick Riordan came to visit my elementary school, and I haven’t turned back since. I blame Percy’s distinct voice for making me grow up into such a sarcastic smart aleck.

✗ DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? / IS THERE ANY KIND OF BOOK YOU WILL NOT READ?

I don’t have any triggers! I’ll usually read almost anything, with a few exceptions. I don’t have the time to start an on-going fantasy series that has like ten books and each book is around 600 pages long. And I avoid any novel that romanticizes cancer or terminal illnesses.

✗ WHAT IS A YA NOVEL YOU HAVE CRIED AT?

The only novel I can remember legitimately tearing up at while reading it is So B. It by Sarah Weeks. Though to be fair, I read it when I was 11 and I haven’t picked it up since then. It’s definitely one of those books written to make people cry.

✗ NAME A YA CHARACTER YOU RELATE TO THE MOST, AND EXPLAIN WHY!

Hagrid. Dude can’t get a date, yet he’s happy to just be living in a little hut near the woods taking care of creatures.

✗ WHY DO YOU WANT TO JOIN BBBC?

I LOVE talking about books almost as much as I love reading them, and YA is my greatest guilty pleasure. 

✗ AT WHAT PACE DO YOU READ? / DO YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON HOW LONG A BOOK SHOULD BE CIRCUITED IN THE GROUP FOR?

I think it honestly depends on the book! If I’m really engrossed in the story, I can finish it in a weekend. But I’m also a busy college student and I don’t have much time to read for fun during the semester. I’m sure a lot of people are the same way, so I think that starting a new book every two weeks (so two books a month) seems reasonable to me? First week is spent reading the book, second week is spent discussing it.

✗ NAME SOME BOOKS YOU’D LOVE TO SEE US ALL READ TOGETHER!

(putting this under readmore because this list is embarrassingly long)

BOOKS I’VE READ, HIGHLY RECOMMEND, & WOULDN’T MIND REREADING:

Amy & Roger’s Epic Detour by Morgan Matson (Contemporary/Romance/Road Trip)

It’s very fluffy, heartwarming, and cute. The main couple is white and straight, and so are most of the side-characters unfortunately. It’s a great roadtrip story, and the romance develops so nicely. The author also put in all these great little details in this book, like tourist postcards and personalized playlists. So it almost makes it seem as though you’re actually on this roadtrip with the characters.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Realistic Fiction/Coming of Age/LGBT) and The Inexplicable Logic of My Life (Contemporary/LGBT) by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

I haven’t actually read Inexplicable Logic yet, but it’s been recommended to me and is at the top of my TBR. Aristotle and Dante is a tumblr. darling, and deservedly so. It’s the kind of book I wish I read in high school, and I feel like it should be required reading. If you’re a fan of Lin-Manuel Miranda, you should listen to the audiobook because he narrates it. This book is a great standalone, but I heard the author has decided to write a sequel and I’m stoked.

Dare Me by Megan Abbott (Mystery Thriller/Contemporary)

So this book is classified as YA on Goodreads, but I always see it shelved under Adult Fiction in bookstores and libraries, so who knows. But I’m still including this here because it’s SO GREAT. I am in love with Abbott’s writing style and the way she describes the complexities of female relationships here. I’ve seen this compared to Gone Girl, so I think if you’re into that you’d enjoy this too.

Saving Francesca (Contemporary/Mental Health) and On the Jellicoe Road (Romance/Mystery/Contemporary) by Melina Marchetta

Saving Francesca is another book I really wish I read when I was a teenager. I don’t think I have anything negative to say about this book, because it delivers exactly what it promises and then some. The story itself is simple but the characters are all surprisingly so multi-faceted and Francesca’s voice is so much fun.

I haven’t read Jellicoe Road but it’s another one of Marchetta’s books that gets a lot of hype. This one is more of a mystery, and skimming through the reviews people say it’s a real tear-jerker as well.

PROMISING BOOKS I HAVEN’T READ YET & PLAN TO START THIS YEAR: *This is the first book in a series.

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas (Contemporary/Realistic Fiction)

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie (Contemporary/Humor)

*The Star-Touched Queen by Roshani Chokshi (Fantasy/Romance)

Tsarina by by J. Nelle Patrick (Historical Fiction/Fantasy/Romance)

One of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus (Mystery/Contemporary/Thriller)

In Memory of Light by by Francisco X. Stork (Contemporary/Mental Illness/Realistic Fiction)

When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore (Fantasy/Magical Realism/LGBT)

*Flame in the Mist by Renee Ahdieh (Fantasy/Romance/Retellings)

Eliza and Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia (Contemporary/Romance)

Under a Painted Sky by Stacey Lee (Historical Fiction/Western/Romance)

All American Boys by Jason Reynolds & Brendan Kiely (Realistic Fiction/Contemporary)

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour (Contemporary/LGBT)

Geekerella by Ashley Poston (Contemporary/Romance/Retelling)

The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender by Leslye Walton (Fantasy/Magical Realism/Romance)

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli (Contemporary/Romance/LGBT)

*The Diviners by Libba Bray (Fantasy/Paranormal/Historical Fiction/Mystery)

✗ WOULD YOU BE MORE LIKELY TO POST IN GOODREADS, TUMBLR, BOTH, NEITHER? (AND IF YOU WOULD POST, WOULD YOU DO A REVIEW? AN EDIT? TALK TO MEMBERS? THERES NO RIGHT OR WRONG ANSWER!)

I honestly only use Goodreads to keep track of my TBR list. I don’t write reviews or anything there, so I’m most likely to post on tumblr. I can see myself just talking to other people about books, but I probably won’t post any formal reviews unless a book really pisses me off.

[benbarnesfanforever]

College Years

At the request of @drinix, here is a fluffy story about Ben and the reader during their college years.  Enjoy!

It was the last semester of your senior year at Kingston University.  You were working long hours at your parent's family owned bakery. You attempted to study whenever the opportunity presented itself, which was almost never, until a few days ago when you received a progress report that displayed a big fat "D" sitting next to the title of your creative design class.

You studied heavily over the past several days and had very little time for yourself, let alone time for the man you loved.  Between writing papers, studying for finals, and working at your parent's bakery right after school, you hadn’t seen Ben in days and it was eating you up inside.  “Hello?” You answer your phone while taking out the half burnt pizza that you stuck in the oven before getting engaged deeply into your school books.  “Shit!!” you yell out as you drop the smoking steel pan on top of the stove. Ben chuckles through the phone.  He knew how much you hated cooking and was lucky if you prepared cereal without ruining it.  “Is this a bad time, babe?” Ben chuckles as he hears all the ruckus in the background. “Oh babe, I’m sorry.” You dump the pizza into the trash and place the smoking pan into the sink filled with soapy water.  Steam from the hot pan shoots upward towards your face. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” you blurt out, wiping your big beautiful eyes with a dish towel. Ben continues listening to you and the background commotion, shaking his head and smiling. “How are you babe?” you finally ask Ben after settling down and plopping on your dark blue sofa.  You laid your head down on the seat and raised your feet atop of the sofa, touching the 5 ft British flag that hung on your ivory walls. Ben smiles through the phone.  He knew that the past several days have been hectic for the both of you.  He was also preparing for finals and writing a mini-thesis for his drama and English literature class.  Ben always made studying look so easy.  Hell, he made everything look easy!  How does a guy who is a full-time student, is currently in two theater productions, a model and a community activist maintain an honor roll grade point average while still dedicating his undivided attention to you, the love of his life? You lived in an apartment a few blocks away from the University and left home to show your parents how independent you were, although you were home at least once a week to visit, and maybe to borrow a few bucks and take food, amongst other things. “I’m well babe, I just wanted to see how you were doing.” Ben responds.  “I miss you.  I haven’t seen you in days and I am dying to see my honey-bear.” You smile through the phone.  Ben always knew exactly what to say to put that beautiful smile back on your face. “Aww babe, I miss you too.  But you know I am struggling in professor Littleman’s class.  You know how badly I want to be a creative director, but I just don’t know if that’s going to happen if I fail his class.” Ben took a deep breath.  He knew that you had the talent and knowledge to be a creative director, it was your passion.  It was hard for Ben to watch you struggle, while helping your parents with their bakery and trying to follow your own dreams.  Ben knew that you were stretched to the max and he wanted to do something to help you, to hopefully relieve the stress off of your shoulders. “(Y/N), babe, we’ve gone through this before.  You are going to have to change some things in your life in order to make time to fulfill your dreams.  How can you pass professor Littleman’s class and graduate if you barely have time to study?” You cross your lips over to your left cheek, smirking.  “Ben, I know we’ve been through this, but I cannot abandon my parent's bakery that we’ve had for so many generations.  I just have to continue making sacrifices by--” Ben interrupts. “By placing your career and life on hold?” There is silence on the phone for a few seconds. You take a deep breath.

Ben chuckles.

"What's so funny?" You ask confused.

Ben laughs out loud.

"Babe." You say, now smiling.

"We all know that baking is not your passion, (Y/N). They haven't thought about promoting you to a baker, have they?" Ben asks trying to sound serious but blurts out laughing.

"Haha, very funny. Lucky for you, I'm not baking, because if I were, I'd bring home every piece of bread that I burned and serve it to you for dinner every night. Umm humm. Take that!" You fire back.

"Ouch." Ben says, thinking of what torture he'd be under if you became a baker.

You both laugh before the conversation gets serious again.

"But seriously, (Y/N), this is your chance to do something that you love. Girl Effect has already made you a job offer, contingent upon your passing grade in professor Littleman's class. It's time to lay off working at the bakery and putting work into the books."

You bite your bottom lip. Everything that Ben said was true.

“I know, babe.  I just need to make time to study more.  But how?” “Well, for starters, you can let me help you a little more.  I can prepare dinner for you, and most importantly, I can help you study. You also need to talk to your parents about your dreams and contingent job offer. They love you so much (Y/N) and would be thrilled of this opportunity. I know they'll support your decision to leave the bakery." You roll your eyes and let out a long exhale.  Ben was right and he was always willing to make sacrifices for you.  He was always willing to help you when he knew how desperately you needed it.  Although you appreciated Ben’s offers wholeheartedly, you refused them most of the time because you were trying to prove that you could handle things on your own and that you were independent. But Ben knew that you needed him, desperately. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady.” Ben says while chuckling. “How do you know I've rolled my eyes?” you ask while laughing. “Because I know you.” Ben replies smiling, wanting to hold and caress you through the phone.  You smile, biting your bottom lip. “Oh babe, you are the best.  I guess I could use some help tonight.  Have you eaten yet?” A large smile spreads across Ben’s face. “No, I was hoping you’d ask. Your favorite take-out?” You smile in relief. “Yes!” You blurt out excitedly. Ben gathers his coat and keys while holding the phone to his jaw with his shoulder. “I’ll be there in a half hour.” Ben says while racing down the stairs of his bricked apartment complex and finding his way to his car. You sink into your sofa and begin smiling happily. “Thank you, babe.  I love you.” Ben smiles as he feels his heart skip a beat.  You always has that effect on him. “I love you too, babe.” You smile. “Get ready for a long studious night.  We are gonna get you a passing grade in professor Littleman’s class and your dream job at Girl Effect.” You drop the phone and growl into your Union Jack tapestry toss pillow."

"I hate studying!" You say to yourself.

But how bad could it be with the help of Ben Barnes as your boyfriend and tutor?

[aetaeswolf]

The small werewolf breathes in, taking in the scent of grass and flowers. She runs her hand over the ground, feeling the soft grass under her fingers.

Music once more filled her ears; she could feel the metallic surface of her ipod resting in her closed palm, earbuds placed in her ears.

The werewolf opens her eyes, taking in the bright blue sky above her. She was lying in a field of flowers, the window gently blowing past her.

She took quick note that she had her satchel with her, as it was around her shoulder.

Sarah sits up when a new scent reaches her, the blonde sniffing the air. It smelled like... strawberries?

The werewolf blinks when she sees someone walking closer to her. Once the person was closer, she noticed it seemed to be a young girl in a pale orange dress, and she was carrying in beautiful purple pansy in her hands.

The blonde stares at the child when she comes close, the werewolf quickly recognizing just who the girl was.

To put it simply, the girl was her, but she was six years old. The girl was quite small for her age, as she always had been. She wore no glasses unlike her adult counterpart, and her hair only came down to her chin rather than her shoulders.

The child blinks when she notices the werewolf, giving a small gasp. “Y-you have ears! A-a-and a ta-ail!” Her speech was a bit broken.

It didn’t surprise the werewolf, since she knew she had once lost 80% of her hearing by the time she was five. She regained it, and had to pretty much relearn how to speak.

Sarah gives a slight grin, her tail shifting back and forth behind her. “Yes I do! I’m a werewolf!”

The child stares at the werewolf’s ears, making her chuckle. “You can touch them if you’d like.”

“Weally???”

“Missed your “r” there, kitten.” Sarah smiles. “But, yeah. J-just be careful, kay? They’re a bit sensitive.”

The girl – who Sarah is just going to refer as “Kitten” – came to sit down beside the werewolf. She slowly reaches out, her small hand gently brushing against the fur of the werewolf’s ear. “I-it’s so fluffy!”

Sarah grins. “I should think so!”

Kitten giggles, clapping her hands together. “M-my name is Sarah!”

The werewolf blinks. She didn’t want to use her real name, that would just confuse the six year old. She should just use one of her aliases... “I’m Amaterasu.”

Kitten just stares at her blankly. “Am... Ama...”

Oh, wait.

She probably couldn’t pronounce that.  “Just call me Ammy.” Sarah quickly corrects herself, giving a sheepish smile.

“Ammy. Tha-at’s a n-nice name!” Kitten smiles.

Sarah couldn’t help but smile back. “What are you doing out here?”

“I-I’m picking flo-owers for mommy!” Kitten chirps, holding up the pansy for the werewolf to see.

The werewolf gives a nod. “That’s pretty. I’m sure she’ll like it.”

“I hope s-s-so.” Kitten looks to the flower. “S-she’s been helping me a-a-a lot. W-w-with my speaking a-a-and now wi-i-ith my eyes.”

“Your eyes?” Sarah inquires, her head tilting to the side.

The child nods. “Yeah. T-there’s something wrong with my e-e-eyes. B-but we can’t fi-ind what.”

Sarah nods.

She knew already the answer to this.

The answer was: nothing.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the child’s eyes.

She simply had dyslexia, so her mind perceived things differently from others. She wouldn’t actually need glasses until she turned sixteen.

The werewolf stops, new thoughts entering her head.

She was always causing problems, even from a young age.

Her sickness, her speech, her eyes.

It seemed to be what she was best at.

Causing everyone issues rather being helpful. Really, she was still surprised people let her stick around for a while, she never did anything, she was stayed useless.

“H-hey, miss Ammy?”

Kitten’s voice snaps Sarah out of her thoughts, the child tugging on the werewolf’s sleeve. “A-a-arre you okay...?”

Sarah gives a reassuring smile. “I-I’m fine. I just... zoned out for a moment.”

Kitten gives a small nod, accepting the answer. The child looks down to the ipod in the werewolf’s hand. “What... wha-at’s that...?”

Sarah looks down to the object in her hand. “Oh, that’s my ipod.”

Kitten gives her a blank stare.

Oh, right.

Her six year old self wouldn’t know what an ipod is yet.

“Um... y-you, uh... know those cassette tapes and cds you have?”

Kitten nods.

Sarah gives a small flick of her tail. “Well, my ipod is k-kind of like those. It plays music, but, it’s um... m-more portable.”

Kitten gives a small gasp. “Y-you cou-ould play music w-w-rrrrright now???”

Sarah could feel her mouth twitch into a small smile at Kitten’s attempt to pronounce her “r”s. “Well, yeah. Just need a speaker.” She digs into her satchel, eventually pulling out her portal speaker. “Like this one!”

Kitten claps her hands excitedly watching as the werewolf unplugs her headphones and plugs in the speaker into her ipod. “How d-d-does it worrrrk?”

“Well, you click the unlock button...” Sarah presses her finger against said button, the screen lighting up. “And then you just tap the screen.

The small girl studies the screen, which was currently at the werewolf’s playlists. Though one particular playlist had caught the six year old’s eyes. “Fn... Fna... Fn... a... f...?”

“Fnaf, yeah.” Sarah chuckles.

“Wh-what’s Fnaf?” Kitten asks, looking up to Sarah.

“It’s a, uh... it’s an acronym. It stands for “Five Night’s At Freddy’s”.”

“What’s that?”

The werewolf gives a small sigh. Jeez, was she really this nosy? “It’s a game people play.”

Kitten’s eyes light up. “A game?? Could I play??”

Sarah blinks. “Um... No...? I-I mean... I don’t have it with me...”

“Oh...” The six year old looks down dejectedly for a moment. “Then... c-c-could we play o-o-one of the fnaf songs?”

The werewolf gently bites down on her finger as she thinks.

She knew for a fact her younger self just hated swearing, so she’d have to leave the raps out. Expect maybe Another Five Nights. Which was a shame; she really liked the Slender vs. Freddy rap battle.

And it might be a good idea to leave out the songs that mentioned murder and death.

Then again, she was the girl who at the age of twelve would always watch her brother play Fallout 3. And then giggle uncontrollably whenever he got a headshot.

... Man, she was a weird kid.

Despite that, the werewolf decided on a song she deemed to be the safest, TryHardNinja’s Dream Your Dream.

“♪Hush now; drift off to sleep, reality, a memory. Don’t be scared of what you find. Yeah, it’s all just in your mind. Monsters that live inside your head at night, they are all right. Cause they can never compare, to the ones that live outside.♪”

Kitten leans against the werewolf, listening to the music. The physical contact makes Sarah freeze for a moment, though she wraps her arm around the child, letting the six year old lean on her.

“♪So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. It’s a fantasy, they’ll be seeing you soon. Nowhere left to go, terrors keep breaking through. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, the nightmare will become the truth...♪”

Sarah closes her eyes, just focusing on the music.

“♪Rows of teeth penetrate, there’s no escape, the veil is raised. Every mistake visible, so was it me after all? A music box that creaks, the melody brings solemn peace. But only for one more breath, the last one you might have left.♪”

The werewolf starts to hum along to the song, momentarily capturing Kitten’s attention.

“♪So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. It’s a fantasy, they’ll be seeing you soon. Nowhere left to go, terrors keep breaking through. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, the nightmare will become the truth...♪”

Kitten glances up at the werewolf before looking back to the speaker, listening to the soft lullaby.

“♪The ticking clock breaks the spell with every beat. Illusion or not, you are safe for now, so dream... So dream your dream! So dream your dream!♪”

“♪So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, a nightmare awaits. It’s a fantasy, they’ll be seeing you soon. Nowhere left to go, terrors keep breaking through. So dream, dream, dream your dream. Cause when you’re awake, the nightmare will become the truth...♪”

“That was pretty...” Kitten giggles.

Sarah smiles, pausing the playlist. “Yeah, it’s a good one.”

Kitten pushes herself to her feet. “I-I should go b-b-before the others n-notice I’m gone...”

The werewolf blinks, standing up before giving a nod. “All right. You stay out of trouble, okay?”

“I will!” The girl starts to walk away, though she stop, turning back to Sarah. “H-hey... Miss Ammy?” She starts to play with the hem of her dress. “U-um... A lot o-of people say t-t-that my daddy’s scary. I-I don’t rrrreally get i-i-it, though. H-he’s nice.”

Sarah just stares at Kitten.

That poor, sweet, innocent child...

Kitten gives a smile. “A-anyway! It was ni-i-ice meeting you!” She gives a wave, running off.

Sarah watches as the girl leaves, a small twinge of pain forming in her chest. She doesn’t look over when footsteps come closer to her.

“... You were a lot different back then.” The familiar voice of Xavier comments, the raven-haired male standing beside the werewolf, looking to where her younger self had disappeared to.

“I was innocent then, naïve.” The small blonde simply responds. “I didn’t know any better.”

Xavier looks over to the werewolf. “... And back then, you loved him.”

Sarah clenches her hand into a fist, biting her cheek to stop the growl that was forming in her throat. “That lying... cheating... manipulating... psychotic... son of a BASTARD WHORE!”

Xavier stares at the small blonde as her eyes glow a strong purple, the scenery around them rapidly changing.

The field of flowers was stripped away, leaving nothing but ash, fire consuming the world around them as the sky is painted crimson.

Sarah snarls, her hand turning into claws. “AFTER EVERYTHING THAT BASTARD HAS DONE, HE STILL HAS THE NERVE TO LIE TO MY FACE!! TO CLAIM HE LOVES ME, TO CLAIM HE LIKES TO MAKE ME SMILE. SINCE WHEN AS THAT ASSHOLE EVER CARED ABOUT US!?”

Xavier couldn’t say anything, he just stared in shock.

Not because the dream was turning into a nightmare, he knew the werewolf well enough to understand that nightmares stopped having an effect on her long ago.

He stood in shock because he had never seen her so angry. The werewolf who was always calm and collected, was suddenly a blazing fire of pure rage.

Sarah falls to her knees, covering her face with her hands. As much as she tried, she could not stop the tears that were forming in her eyes. “That stupid... lying... manipulating asshole...” She hiccups. “If he loved me... he wouldn’t have called me those things... he wouldn’t have...”

Xavier blinks. Slowly, he walks to Sarah, kneeling down in front of her. He grabs her wrists, gently removing them from her face.

The blonde refused to look at him, but he could see that her eyes were no longer glowing, a steady stream of tears were now falling down her face.

A twinge of empathy flows through the ravenette. Used to it or not, he wraps his arms around the small blonde, pulling her to his chest.

Sarah doesn’t react at first; she stays unmoving in his arms. Slowly, she brings her arms up, wrapping them around Xavier; she clutches the back of his jacket, quietly sobbing into his chest.

Xavier gently strokes the werewolf’s hair, resting his chin on her head.

This.

This is what she needed.

The one thing she’s never been able to have.

Physical comfort.

Sarah eventually pulls back from the embrace, wiping away her tears, though she allows herself to lean against the ravenette. “Shit... I thought I was stronger than this...”

“There’s no weakness in crying.” Xavier states, keeping an arm wrapped around the blonde.

Sarah merely grunts in response, quickly wiping away the last of her stray tears.

The ravenette watches her for a moment. “Why don’t you try reaching out to people?”

“I’ve tried that. No one ever reached back.” The werewolf mutters, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Xavier gives a small hum. “Is that why you tend to isolate yourself?”

Sarah sighs. “Keep a distance between you and others; don’t get too attached to them. That way... it hurts less when they leave you. It hurts less when they forget you.” The tone in which the words fell from her mouth suggested this was something she was far too familiar with.

Xavier purses his lips. “Right. And then you try to find ways to ease the pain, yeah?”

The werewolf nods. “Writing... helps. Spilling my thoughts and bottled emotions onto pages, writing stories and poems, or just drawing. Most don’t understand the meaning behind them, but that’s fine. As long as they enjoyed what I created.” She shrugs. “Who am I to judge?” She thinks for a moment. “... Reading used to help, too. It used to help me... feel. It... doesn’t do that anymore.”

The ravenette gives a small nod. “And sometimes you like to leave cryptic letters for people to solve.”

Sarah gives a slight smile. “It’s kind of fun to see who can solve it and who can’t.” She gives a sigh. “... God, what is wrong with me? I’m so... screwed up, so... broken...”

“That can be changed.” Xavier states.

“You can’t fix someone that’s broken.” Sarah responds. “Trust me... I’ve tried...”

Xavier sighs. “Dove...” He leans forward, resting his forehead on the blonde’s shoulder. “I think it’s time you woke up.”

[maybe-its-5sos]

Sup my dude! I was curious about what is yet to come in your writing?

Hey sorry for the late reply ! I have 22 requests left, but some of them repeat and some of them im not sure i’ll do.

Can you do an imagine where the fam finds out batsis is dating El Diablo? Like she's been keeping it a secret and they find out by either seeing her on patrol or she confronts them. Do you. Idc which 

i don't know if i requested this before i probably didn't but could you do a part two to the New Brother oneshot where batmom is getting married to Bruce and the boys try their best to make the day perfect but like one says "Oh sh** we forgot the present" something fluffy and fun

Can I request some Damian Wayne smut where the reader does something to annoy Damian. So to get back at them he takes away sex until they apologize, but the reader start to act extra sexy around him so Damian ends up caving and then lots of sexy times

Headcanons on batboys having a s/o which is a scientist?

Headcanon of dating Damian and being Jason's little sister? Or vise versa (with being Damian's older sister and dating Jason)

I saw that your requests are open, can you please write an imagine where Batmom and Bruce meet back when they where in their 20s and Batmom used to be a pole dancer to sustain her family?

Headcannons for Jon having a crush on Damian's sister who's around the same age as them?

Can you write an imagine where Batman and Robin are assigned to protect the reader who's the daughter of a big business man that's been threatened bc, "hey your dad's rich," and Damian ends up falling for her?

headcannons for being childhood sweethearts with the batboys + Bruce

Hi love, can you do a Bruce Wayne falling with a rather unpolished woman fic? All cute and stuff

Could you do something where Dick is dating a single parent, and while the adults are talking (Alfred, Bruce, Dick, and the Reader) the rest of the brothers have to like babysit the kid (preferably a toddler or a young child) and there's like havoc. And then at the end maybe the kid is crying (over something pretty small but the brothers freak the fuck out) and then the reader is like eyy wassap my little spawn and the brothers get a glimpse of the reader and Dick as parents? If not that's ok!

Can you do an imagine with Damian and reader based along the song Dead Girl Walking from the Heathers musical?

Can you please write a headcanon with the batboys +Bruce where their s/o was a former Shield agent and they knew about the boys secret identities before the boys told them? (Maybe with a Older! Damian) sorry if I ask too much.

if you possibly have the time could you do some headcanons for Damian with a nerdy fandom s/o? uses references in everything, tons of inside jokes and wears fandom stuff and how on earth would his family react

You did something similar to this with Damian, but I've wanted to see this with the other Batboys. How w ould they react if their s/o wasn't a villain, but slowly started showing signs of one, or becoming one in front of their own eyes? (Sorry if you're not taking requests, it was just really bugging me to at least try and ask)

Could you possibly do some hcs where Jason and the reader are trying to have a kid, but she finds out she's not able to? Like, how the whole batfam reacts to it, especially poor Alfred. All he wants is some grandchildren

So what do you think about russian s/o for batboys? Have any ideas? :3

Can we please get HCs for an irish S/O I'm so sorry to ask this but y know I thought it be worth a shot , if it's to much it's sound thanks anyway love !😊 (love your work btw it's class xx)

I really love the bat boys with s/o with accents, I was wondering if it would be possible for you to do one for a s/o with an irish accent? Please?

Mom doesn't wish to see you part 7 at the gala??? I love that series

As always if anyone want’s something boosted, i’ll do it quicker, or if anyone has any ideas for something, that’s also really cool!