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4unnyr0se · 6 months ago

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Hi love your writing!! I havent touched HQ in 3 years but Im starting to love old characters I use to fall in love with like Asahi, Oikawa, Bokuto etc,,, so as my first req, could you pls write fem! Reader x Bokuto fluff in HS?

Like Bokuto trying to court the reader. How would that go? And how did he finally ask us out?

Feel free to ignore this if you dont like the idea! Ty for ur time 🤍❤️🤍

❥ young love at fukurodani | kotaro bokuto

warnings: none that i can think of. this is pure fluff

MDNI | No 18+ content, I just don't want minors interacting with my blog

word count -> 1.6k

okay so aaaa this didn't rlly follow the ask bc all he does is ask reader to tutor him and then cute stuff happens but i can make a hc of it probably tonight or tomorrow?? also i wrote this when i was having tummy issues so im very sorry if its horrible. i love u!

got a request? my asks are open!

Bokuto wasn’t one to get embarrassed that easily. Sure, he did embarrassing things but didn’t know they were embarrassing. They were part of his boyish charm, which people loved about him…right? Of course, they did. He was Kotaro Bokuto. He was Fukurodani’s ace, and the people loved him for it. So why, if he was so confident, did he get awkward and embarrassed around you, his pretty classmate?

Saying you were gorgeous was an understatement. He couldn’t find the right words to describe you to his friends, mainly Akaashi. “She’s just like, y’know? And I’m like, oh damn! She’s cute as fuck!” Boktuo would make various gestures with his hands as he and Akaashi sat on the steps leading to the gym, sipping cola from the vending machine. “What do I do, Akaashi? She’s so pretty, and I’m pretty too! The only problem is that everyone else in our year thinks so, too…do I even have a shot?”

Akaashi would offer him a pitiful smile, rubbing his back in assurance. “Well, isn’t she one of the smartest in our year?”

“Yeah, smart and pretty. She’s so fucking perfect, I wish you could see her.” he pouted.

“Well, the answer is simple,” Akaashi said, standing up and stretching his arms above his head. Ask her for help with homework; god knows you need it.”

“Hey! I got a 41 on my chemistry test!” Bokuto yelled at Akaashi as the setter entered the gym. But he did have a point, like always. Bokuto decided then and there that he would ask you to tutor him tomorrow, no matter how anxious he was. Anxiety was for suckers anyway.

“Hey, wait up!” Bokuto ran after you as you exited your classroom, papers flying out of his messy bookbag that was riddled with stains from only God knows what. “I gotta ask you a question!”

You stopped walking and turned your heel, raising an eyebrow as the Fukurodani captain barreled towards you. “Hey, what’s up, Bokuto? How’s volleyball going? Are we headed to nationals?” you asked, placing a hand on your hip. God, even the way you held yourself was perfect. Were you an actual goddess, or was Bokuto just lovestruck?

Bokuto finally caught up to you, leaning against the hallway walls in an attempt to appear suave and put-together. His messy uniform didn’t help his cause, but he forgot to look neat today. And every day after that. “Uh, I was wondering if you understood what we were assigned in English yesterday? I don’t understand any of it to save my skin, hah,” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes. “Did you get what our teacher was saying?”

“Yeah, it was really simple. Just basic grammar and syntax structures. Was it complicated for you?” you tilted your head to the side.

“I don’t really get it. Wanna tutor me at my house today? I can get you snacks!” he offered you a crooked smile, leaning forward so his golden eyes peered into yours. “C’mon, please? The coach will kick my ass if I don’t get my grades up, and I have a game next week! Pretty please?” he folded his hands in prayer, his bottom lip in a childish pout.

You smiled and nodded, grabbing him off the wall. Bokuto blushed at the sudden contact, noticing how neat you kept your fingernails compared to his own. Yours were neatly polished to perfection while he bit his nails almost constantly, and being a wing spiker didn’t come with having good-looking nails.

“Where’s your house? Is it walking distance?” you let go of his hand, much to Bokuto’s dismay.

“Yeah, it’s about five minutes from here. Wanna stop at a convenience store on the way? I’m really hungry.” he rubbed his stomach as you two walked out the nearest exit, your messenger bag dangling over your shoulder.

“Only if you’re paying,” you joked, rubbing his shoulder. Bokuto could have sworn his heart stopped right then and there. Were you actually flirting with him, or were you just really touchy? Either way, it was a win in his book.

“Sure, I don’t mind. Anything for a pretty girl like yo-” Bokuto stopped his sentence, smacking his hand over his mouth. “I-I mean, why wouldn’t I mind? I’m a captain, after all. It’s my job to provide for my teammates!”

“But I’m not on any sports teams. I’m not your teammate.” you deadpanned,

“You know what I mean!” Bokuto whined, wiping his forehead of the sweat that was slowly starting to gather. “Damn, it’s a hot one today. Why won’t they let the guys wear shorts? Do they want us to die of heat stroke or something?”

“I honestly have no idea,” you sighed, walking under the shade of the convenience store roof. “Wait a minute,” you instructed, placing your messenger bag on the hot pavement. You shrugged off your school blazer and wrapped it around your waist tightly in an attempt to cool you off. You also rolled up the sleeves of your white blouse, loosening your collar. “Sorry, I’m just really warm. At least we get to wear skirts, right?” you offered him a lopsided smile.

Bokuto’s heart pounded in his chest. “Uh, yeah, you girls are so lucky. Wearing skirts must feel awesome.”

“It’s awesome until you catch someone trying to look it up,” you mumbled in annoyance, hoisting your bag over your shoulders.

“What the actual fuck? Who was it? I’ll murder them! I'll text Konoha too; he’ll definitely want in on it,” Bokuto clenched his fists together, walking into the store with you. “I’m sorry that happened to you, honestly.

You shrugged your shoulder and rummaged through the ice cream pin, choosing a passionfruit-flavored ice bar. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I barely know you, anyways.”

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t protect you from jerks like that guy,” Bokuto angrily shoved his hands in his pockets, tapping his foot on the tile. He fished about 400 yen out of his pocket and handed it to the cashier, ushering you out of the shop as quickly as possible.

“What was that for?” you asked, unwrapping the popsicle.

“I didn’t like how he looked at you, that’s all.” Bokuto huffed. He made grabby motions for your bookbag, which you handed to him with a confused look on your features. “Let me carry that, please. You’re too pretty to carry heavy stuff around like that all day.”

You paused your walk and stared at Bokuto, blushing softly. “You think I’m pretty?”

Bokuto slowly nodded and gave you a crooked smile, blushing in turn. “Yeah, I really do. I was afraid to tell you before, but now I’m all fired up. I wanna protect you from creeps, y’know?”

You popped the ice treat out of your mouth and stepped forward, smiling softly. “We barely know each other, and you want to keep me safe? We haven’t even hung out once.”

“We’re heading to my house right now, aren’t we?” Bokuto shrugged, his blush not fading.

You chuckled and took another step forward, the tips of your noses brushing against each other. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you whispered, your lips dangerously close to his own. “You know, I always thought you were kind of cute. In the athletic kind of way, I suppose.”

Bokuto dropped the bags he held onto the hot concrete beneath you, praying they wouldn’t roll down the hill you were standing on. You two were in a remote location, and the tension was thick. “You think I’m cute?” he tilted his head to the side, his eyelids dropping halfway.

“Mhm,” you purred, your popsicle dripping from the intense heat. “Super cute.”

“Fuck,” Bokuto’s hands hovered above your waist, unsure of what you wanted him to do. “Uh, is it okay if I kiss you? Please, cutie?” he quietly pleaded, your lips basically touching at this point.

You smiled and nodded, holding your melting popsicle behind your back. “Mhm, it’s okay.”

Bokuto smiled as his lips interlocked with yours for a minute, savoring the sweet passionfruit flavor that coated them. His hands squeezed your waist childishly, never wanting this moment between the two of you to end. This kiss was exactly how he dreamed it would be, soft and perfect. Just like you.

You pulled away after a bit and giggled, your popsicle having since fallen onto the heated pavement. Your sticky hands cupped his face, the pads of your thumbs running over his defined cheekbones. “You’re a good kisser,” you pecked his forehead bravely. “Like, a really good kisser.”

“Same to you, cutie,” his hands left your waist, choosing to instead secure your wrists. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that. So. Fucking. Long.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as your hands fell to your waist again, intertwining your fingers with Bokuto’s. You had never notified it before, but he was much bigger than you. It made you feel safe and secure. Protected. “We should probably get to your house to study, shouldn’t we?”

“Aw, I was having so much fun kissing you on the sidewalk!” Bokuto pretended to whine, kicking a loose pebble that was in his way. He easily picked up the bags with his spare hand and tossed them over his broad shoulder.

“Tell you what,” you squeezed his hand. “For every question you get right, I’ll give you a kiss. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

“Hell yeah, it does!” Bokuto kissed you on the cheek in excitement. He practically skipped to his house with you in tow, excited for what the rest of the day would have in store.

#haikyuu bokuto #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuto x reader #kotaro bokuto #bokuto fluff

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jo-writes-fanfic · 10 months ago

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Love & Mischief

Loki x Female!Reader

Rating: M (Mature)

Warnings: There's nothing explicit, some allusions to sex, probably language, violence, and heavy descriptions of grief and loss, although there is somewhat of a happy ending.

Word count: About 2.9k

Synopsis: You're Asgard's goddess of love and loyalty, but you've lost your god of mischief, how do you move forward?

Author’s note: This is set in Thor Love and Thunder. Also if you've ever seen the last scene of the show Reign, it has an inspiration in this fic too. I've had a lot of grief and loss in my life lately and this felt very therapeutic to write. I've tried writing for Loki a couple of times but always chickened out, so I really hope y'all enjoy this and hopefully there will be more to come!

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“And what are you the goddess of?”

The words resounded in your head again and again and again.

When Hela said those words to you, years ago, you had fired back, so sure of yourself and your role in Asgard, your role in your life, your role in his life.

But now…

What was a goddess of loyalty and love who no longer had love? Who no longer believed in such things as fate and security in love?

Your powers should have died when he did.

It was an odd pairing to many, you knew. But it worked perfectly, your strengths and weaknesses worked in tandem and created a love worth fighting for.

But the fight was gone.

The god of mischief (and betrayal- some would argue) and the goddess of loyalty and love were a match made in Valhalla.

Until he was gone, ripped from you so violently that you still woke up screaming from nightmares regularly.

You sat next to your king in New Asgard during another security council meeting.

You were completely zoned out, thinking of bright blue-green eyes, dark curls, and a blade-thin smile. Valkyrie nudged you. “Hey, tone it down, you're bumming out the whole room,” she whispered.

You sighed and blinked out of your reverie, and finally noticed that the mood of the room, despite the recent good news that had been received (you can’t remember what it was - honestly, you forgot to pay attention, these meetings were very dull and tended to drone on) was altogether glum.

“Sorry,” you whispered back and reigned your mood in.

Normally, your powers were extremely helpful; tightening the bonds of loyalty in those around you, increasing love in both romantic and familial bonds, reading others moods - often influencing them, and sometimes even manipulating loyalties. But currently, drowning in grief as you had been the past several years, your powers were more of a burden than anything.

The heaviness in the room instantly lightened, and the conversation flowed in a more productive direction once more.

“We need to talk about these moods of yours,” Val said once she was satisfied that the meeting was going better.

“No thanks,” you grumbled, and promptly zoned out once more. You really preferred it when Thor was also a mess, before he got his shit together, and you weren’t the only one that hadn’t moved on from the repercussions of the war with Thanos. But you know what they say, misery loves company. And back then, no one nagged you as much to get your shit together.

“A little help here?” the king asked you, irritation in her tone.

Another disagreement had broken out, this time a fist fight. Honestly, you found it amusing and were inclined to let it go on for a while, but when Val glared at you, you stood up and clapped once.

Everyone stopped their movements immediately and looked up at you.

“Enough,” you said sternly. “Asgard, though we may have differing opinions, we all fight for the same thing, the prospering of New Asgard. Remember that,” you ordered, infusing the room with compliance, reminding them of their bonds of loyalty.

Everyone looked sheepish and sat back down.

You flourished a hand to Val and said, “My king,” giving her the floor.

She gave them all a rousing speech, it was honestly quite good, some of her best work, and then ended the dreadful meeting early, much to your relief.

“Good job, boss. Well, I’m off-”

“Not so fast,” she said as she caught your arm.

You sighed once again.

“Do we need to talk about this? About Lo-”

“Don’t say his name,” you hissed and the tension in the room raised significantly as your anger and grief filled the space, making the large room feel claustrophobic.

She sighed and took your hand.

“Look, I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through and what you’ve lost. We can all feel it from time to time and I know it’s an incredibly heavy burden. I’m just concerned for you and want to help you,” she said.

With tears in your eyes, you nodded.

“I’m concerned about me too,” you mumbled.

“What can I do to help? Tell me. Anything,” she practically begged.

“Nothing, unless you can drag him back from Valhalla,” you muttered and brushed past her.

And life continued to trudge forward. As a goddess, never had such a short amount of years felt so long, an eternity really.

You felt as if you were stuck in a time loop and every day was close to the same.

You woke up and for a split second forgot he was gone and reached across your bed to find it cold. Then, a wave of grief hit you that was so heavy, each and every time, that you forgot how to breathe.

Eventually you forced yourself out of bed, shoved some food in your mouth as you rushed out the door and met Valkyrie for early morning training. Then you usually sat by the sea and stared as the sun rose in the sky, thinking of him but trying so hard not to. And again, you forced yourself on.

You completed your daily tasks as the King’s right hand goddess; meetings, meetings, and more meetings usually. Most nights you sat at the bar, watched Valkyrie drink an ungodly amount, then when you got bored enough you walked through New Asgard.

You walked and walked, thinking if you moved enough, if you stayed ahead of your sadness, maybe it wouldn’t catch you in the morning.

It always did.

Rinse and repeat.

There were differences of course, sometimes, you had to leave New Asgard to do the whole ambassador thing. Occasionally Thor came to visit and brought along his various cohorts and problems.

Today was one of those days. You were improving in your hand to hand combat skills, according to your King, through your daily rigorous training sessions, which pleased you since you spent most days feeling like you wanted to fight the whole nine realms. And then, following your routine, you sat on the cliffside and stared at the sea.

You never even got to give him a proper funeral, you thought, which then made you think of Frigga and the beautiful funeral service for her that you had watched through tears.

A voice called your name, you looked back and for a moment, a blink and you miss it moment, you saw him. A flash of green-blue eyes and inky black hair, your heart skipped a beat and the vision was gone.

You shook your head in an attempt to clear it, honestly these flashes of him you’ve been having lately should be concerning, but instead you clung to them, desperate for any connection to him that you could get.

Although the true sight before you was one that made you smile, as Thor came up and wrapped you in a bear hug.

You wheezed and when he finally put you down he chuckled heartily.

“How are you?” he asked and you gave him a look like he should know the answer to that question.

“Well I have something that should cheer you right up,” he said as he steered you back towards the town.

“Does it involve needing my help to fight another dangerous life-threatening bad guy?” you asked wryly.

“Perhaps….” he said.

You huffed a laugh and said, “I’m in.”

The threat you were fighting turned out to be a whole lot more dangerous and life-threatening than you anticipated.

Which is how you found yourself on a ship with Thor, Jane, Valkyrie, and Korg on an unfortunate adventure to confront the God Butcher.

Watching Thor and Jane fall back in love was not doing much for your mood. Val handed you another drink and you downed it.

“Hey, hey, you’re totally bringing down the vibe, mate. This is supposed to be about love,” Korg said to you. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

You made an effort to lessen the dark cloud you’d brought on the ship.

“Do you think you’ll ever find love again?” Val asked you, after she confessed that she’d avoided any serious relationships for decades.

“No,” you said, like it was final.

“Really?” Korg asked. “Shouldn’t the goddess of love fall in love easily?”

You shot him a glare.

“I love. I love a great many people. But true love, like soulmates and shit, that only comes once in a lifetime. And after you’ve had it, you’re pretty much ruined for anything less. So no, I don’t think I’ll ever truly find love again,” you said with a sigh.

“Heavy,” he replied and you cracked up.

You laughed so hard you snorted, and at first your friends looked at you in shock, then joined you in laughter, and the room filled with love once again, the love of friendship, and you realized you’ve been overlooking the amount of love you actually had in your life due to your grief.

You grabbed Val’s hand and patted Korg’s disembodied head, and watched Thor and Jane reignite their flame of love.

“I love you all and am grateful for all the support you’ve given me,” you said.

“No final confessions,” Valkyrie said, “this is not the end for any of us.”

You nodded and then the ship reached its destination. The shadow realm yawned open in front of your vision and you gulped.

You had this horrible feeling, like dread, in the pit of your stomach, and you saw him again. That flash you’ve seen so many times recently, but more and more frequently since this misadventure started and that dread molted in your stomach into resolve.

You were certain and you were ready.

Of course the plan went immediately sideways. You crossed swords with Gorr the God Butcher and your heart threatened to pound out of your chest.

Yes, your sword fighting skills had improved, but not enough to be a good match for a seasoned warrior and god killer.

“What are you the Goddess of? Are you even worth my sword?” he growled out.

You gritted your teeth and went on the attack. Your rage filled the space as you dodged, slashed, and pushed him as hard as you could.

You could hear your friends yelling, but you couldn’t lose your focus even for a moment as he pushed back and fought with skill beyond your own.

And you realized you’d been doing this all wrong. You were fighting without your biggest asset, your own natural gifts and abilities. The powers that made you a goddess of Asgard.

He didn’t notice your impact on his mood because your rage didn’t even touch the deep well of his own, he didn’t feel your rage due to the mountain that was his own.

No, rage wouldn’t work, you thought, and as your swords crossed again you used your other hand to grab his.

Your power was more potent when you were skin to skin.

You poured love and loyalty into your enemy, thinking only of happiness and good memories, trying to lessen his rage. Trying to decrease his fight, hoping to convince him to put down his sword.

Your breath caught into a gasp as his emotions infected your own. His love and loyalty were intertwined with an ocean of grief. Just like your own.

And you were drowning.

His emotions, his rage at the injustice and unfairness and unending sadness felt so close to your own emotions that you were thrown back into a memory.

Your worst memory, actually, the day you lost him for good. And you knew your enemy was in his worst memory as well. The origin of his grief.

Just like you watched the origin of your grief as it unfolded in front of you once more. The reason for your nightmares, the reason you woke up screaming, you stepped back and gasped as the memory overcame you.

And Gorr did the same.

You think the sound might be the worst part. Loki’s choking. Or maybe it was the snapping sound, like a branch, a snap that ended everything for him. And for you.

And then there’s the sight. You couldn’t even describe it, it was too awful to explain. You’ve never spoken about it, even in the therapy sessions your King forced you to attend.

He thudded to the ground and you gasped as the vision cleared.

You were drowning in your own grief and it was clear Gorr was more accustomed to drowning than you.

He recovered one second quicker, and your battlefield reflexes were not quite up to par.

You slashed your sword up but all it did was clang against his where it was embedded in your stomach.

All the air whooshed from your lungs.

“You are not a god that deserves death, are you?” he said as he cocked his head. “But you lost faith in yourself, in what you stand for.”

You weren’t even sure you felt the pain. Maybe the shock inhibited your ability to feel any pain. You’d been injured before, sure, but you always felt the sharpness of it. But of course you’ve never been hurt this severely.

You tried to speak, but it came out as a groan.

“I am sorry,” he said and slowly slid the sword from your abdomen and you fell to your knees. Blood gushed and you saw that flash again.

“Beautiful,” you mumbled as you saw the flash of a wry smirk, eyes full of love, and a hand outstretched towards you. Beckoning you.

Finally, you thought.

The last thing you heard was Thor roaring and your king calling your name as she caught you before your body hit the ground.

There was darkness, utter darkness, and then a solid weight beneath you.

You realized you were laying down. You were laying on the most comfortable bed you’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping on.

Sleeping? Are you sleeping? Wasn’t there something…something painful? You couldn’t remember.

You blinked your eyes open and let out all the air in your lungs.

Your eyes filled with tears, this time happy tears. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you cried happy tears.

Loki laid beside you, close enough for you to touch, staring at you with such love in his eyes that tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Oh,” you gasped.

He reached out and cupped your cheek, wiping the tears away.

You sobbed, and he shushed you even as he pulled you closer. You buried your face in his bare chest and he crushed you against him, so tight, tight enough that you were sure he would never let you go again.

He ran his hand up and down your back, and with a start you realized you were void of clothes as well.

You awoke in the afterlife just as you would have every day of the best years of your life with him; naked in his bed after a night of making love with adoration in his eyes as he watched you sleep.

You took a shuddering breath and pulled back to look at him in the eyes once more, your hands never leaving his body, you ran them up his chest, across his face, twirled your fingers in his hair.

“This is Valhalla, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yes, my love,” he said, and kissed the fresh tears on your cheeks away.

Then he kissed your lips. It was a delicate thing at first, but then it molted and grew until it felt exactly like it used to. The kiss cemented you to him, secured you right where you should be, where he had been waiting for you.

And all of the pain you experienced before that kiss didn’t even matter anymore. Because you loved him and he loved you, and that’s all.

His lips moved against yours and your tears mixed with his and it was perfect. You loved him, that’s all.

You weren’t angry at him for dying and leaving you alone. You weren’t drowning in heavy emotions anymore. You held no grudges or hard feelings over anyone or anything anymore, not now that you were in the arms of your greatest love once more.

“It’s been so long,” you gasped out when he pulled back and smiled.

“I know,” he said with a small smile.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“I am as well,” he replied, simply and sweetly.

You felt light as a feather. You felt released from your pain and anguish. You were with him again, and that’s all that mattered.

“Isn’t the introduction to Valhalla traditionally supposed to be much different?” you asked.

He smirked and mischief twinkled in his eyes, “It is possible I managed to bend some rules for you.”

You huffed a laugh and pulled him into another kiss. One that could’ve lasted seconds or could’ve lasted a lifetime. It didn’t really matter. You had eternity in the hall of warriors with your Loki, and you were secure knowing you died fighting for the ones you loved.

“Would you like me to give you the grand tour?” he whispered in your ear as he pulled back from your lips and began kissing his way across your skin.

“Maybe later,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him atop of you.

“We have an eternity,” he promised and kissed you, slow and deep.

Tagging those who showed interest in this fic (thanks for the support!) : @thespiralstaircasewriter @bellaisasleep @elly-hiddlesherloki @izhunny @drachenkinder @spacefloosie

#loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki imagine #loki odinson #loki friggason #loki angst

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lucywritesagain · 4 months ago

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Peter the Machmaker

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈﹕Loki masterlist ꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱ Navigation ﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: Peter had enough of you and Loki pretending there’s nothing more than friendship between the two of you so he decided to take the matters in his own hands

Word count: 2.5k

Loki was sitting on one of the armchairs in the living room peacefully reading. Peter was next to you on the couch silently doing his homework. You also tried to read and by tried you mean looking at the god of mischief every 5 seconds and turning the pages of your book once in a while. You would never admit it to anyone but you have been crushing on the trickster for some time now. Your friendship with him quickly blossomed into something more but you were convinced those feelings were one sided. What you didn’t know was that Loki was also pretending to be so engrossed in the story while looking in your direction from time to time. Peter of course noticed this and he must admit, Loki was way better at this than you. He wanted to make a comment about it but decided to do something else. You were so caught up in your mind you didn’t feel when Peter poked your arm to get your attention.

“Yes, Peter?” you turned to the boy and closed the book you were “reading”

“I’m really hungry. Could you help me make that spaghetti I really like?” the young avenger looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes you have ever seen “Please?” now you couldn’t say no to him, could you.

“Sure!” you ruffled his hair and walked to the other room with him. You didn’t notice Loki’s gaze following your movements. You started to look for the necessary ingredients when your friend spoke again.

“Soooooo-” he put his hands in his pockets and looked at you with amusement in his eyes.

“Sooo?” you asked, confused by his behaviour. He usually acted like that when he wanted to ask you if he could play with Steve’s shield but you knew it wasn’t that. He has been acting very strangely everytime you were in the same room with Loki. You feared he found out about your crush but chances for that were slim. After all you are a master at hiding your feelings. There is no way a teenage boy could figure it out.

“I wanted to ask you for advice,” he continued “I have a friend who has feeling for one of my other friends but none of them will make the first move,” he sat down at the stool and you leaned on the counter, facing him “and it’s obvious they like each other. Everyone sees it but not they!”

“They sound like a couple of dumbasses” you joked

“Only if you knew…” Peter murmured and thank god you didn’t hear him saying it.

“Tell me more about them! I like the whole mutual pinning slash dumbasses in love trope. Do I know those people???” you laughed. That was Peter’s chance!

“Oh, you know them very well,” now the boy really had your attention “You see, one of them is an ancient norse god whose brother happens to be the god of thunder and the other one is looking at me right now.” Peter smirked. He wanted to do this cool thing where he leaned on the chair but forgot he was sitting on a stool and almost collapsed.

“I’m sorry?” needless to say, you did not expect that.

“I have been watching you and Loki for weeks!” he announced “I can see it, I’m not blind.”

You were surprised, angry and scared all at the same time. You tried to hide those feelings and then eventually forget about them but now that Peter knew, you couldn’t deny it anymore.

“Ok, yes!” you surrendered “I’m in love with Loki. Happy?”

“You’re in love with Loki?!?!?!” Peter shouted “I figured you had a crush but love? It’s wow, I mean WO-” you covered his mouth with your hand and looked behind you to check if anyone heard him

“Could you speak even louder next time?” you asked sarcastically “Besides, what do you know about love? You’re 12!” Peter pushed your hand away and took a step back

“Actually, I’m 15-”

“Still a child!” you whispered. “And just because you love someone doesn’t mean you can be with them!” you wouldn’t tell him how many tears you have cried the night you realised you loved Loki. You knew it was something you couldn’t have and so you tried to get rid of those feelings as soon as possible. A human was no match to a god.

“But you guys would look so cute together!” he exclaimed “And what’s stopping you from being with Loki?”

“Peter, sometimes people can’t be together. Loki is a god with superhuman abilities and I can’t even fire a gun! And he doesn’t even feel the same…” you explained

“Why do adults have to complicate such simple things?” Peter murmured under his nose. It was clear to him how much you meant to Loki and he really wanted you to see it, too. But hey, you wouldn’t be yourself if you weren’t so stubborn.

“Why do kids think everything is easy?” you playfully punched his shoulder “I actually don’t feel like cooking today,” you announced, changing the subject “How about chinese?” Peter signed and nodded. He will make one of you confess sooner or later.

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“What do you mean you have never seen Star Wars ?” Peter and Loki were engaged in a conversation about their favourite movies and you must admit it was cute. “I LOVE it! My friend Ned and I have bought a replica of the death star and we built it together! It was so cool!” The boys enthusiasm really amused the god

“Peter, he has just said he hadn’t seen it. Loki probably doesn’t know what the death star is.” you yelled from the kitchen. You guys decided to have a movie night and you were the one preparing the snacks while the boys tried to decide what to watch.

“We have to watch it then!” you knew Peter has seen those movies so many times he could probably recite the whole script sentence by sentence.

“Maybe ask Loki if he would like that” you proposed, popping your head out of the kitchen

“Peter seems to be very enthusiastic about those movies,” the god said “I would love to see what’s so interesting about them” he affectionately ruffled Peter’s head and sat down on the couch. Seeing him being so happy and friendly with Peter made your heart beat faster. With every passing minute you found more and more reasons to love this man. The loud beeping of the microwave pulled you out of your thoughts. You opened it and took the popcorn out. You put it into a big bowl and walked into the living room again. You put it on the small coffee table and turned around to sit down next to Loki.

As you were about to do it Peter “accidentally” pushed you away. You squicked in surprise, ready to hit the ground but instead you landed on someone’s lap. That someone was no other than god of mischief himself. At first you didn’t feel his hands on your waist supporting you but when you realised how awkward this position probably looked you felt your face getting warmer.

“OMG!” Peter shouted “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” the boy sounded really convincing but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all. You could see the smile forming on his face. You are so going to kill this kid….

“Darling is everything all right?” Loki asked, concerned. You turned to look at him and your noses almost touched. You had no idea you were so close to him. The trickster’s hands were gently caressing your waist and you prayed he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“I- I’m fine, sorry!” all you could feel was embarrassment. You hoped off his lap and sat down on the armchair next to the couch. You didn't dare to look at him again and focused on the screen.

Loki on the other hand wasn’t as interested in that movie as he was before. The god was glancing at you from time to time hoping you would make eye contact with him. He wasn’t able to think about anything else at the moment than you sitting on his lap during future movie nights. He adored how you would hug the pillow during the suspenseful moments and how you would laugh at the jokes. It made him smile which, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by Peter. When the god realised that you had fallen asleep he took the blanket that was hanging on the other armchair and covered you with it, carefully tucking you in. He leaned closer wanting to kiss your forehead but remembered that the spider-man was still there.

“I’m going to refill my drink-” Loki announced and stood up “do you want anything?” he asked and walked away, not waiting for the boy’s response

“No, thank you?” Peter said, amused by the fact that Loki didn’t even take his glass with him. Deciding to finally confront Loki about his feelings for you he took the glass and walked to the kitchen. He handed it to Loki with a smirk “You forgot this” Loki thanked him and poured some water. “Sooooooo-” Loki took a sip as Peter started to talk again “Are you going to tell Y/N you’re in love with them?” The trickster choked on the water and coughed a few times before forcefully putting the glass down on the counter.

“I beg your pardon?” Loki wondered if he wasn’t hiding his feelings as well as he thought he did. Peter left an annoyed sign and smacked his head.

“You guys are hopeless…..” and with that statement the younger avenger left the room

Loki has been standing in the same spot with his mouth slightly open for a good 10 minutes before he ran after Peter to…. To what? He’s not going to confront the kid while you’re sleeping peacefully 2 meters away from him. He’s not going to ask the boy for any relationship advice. He’s not that desperate….. On the other hand…? No. He’s not going to ask a kid how to court a midgardian. That’s not happening. Never.

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“Just ask them out and tell them you’re in love with them!” Peter said while he and Loki were having breakfast together

“What if they say no?” the trickster asked

“Believe me, they won’t say no,” Peter was getting really frustrated. You and Loki are so stupid. Incredibly cute but so, so stupid.

That didn’t seem to ease god’s anxiety. He wanted to ask Peter more questions but you came in.

“Good Morning!” you greeted them and playfully patted their heads “Thanks for taking me to bed. My back would have hurt like a bitch if I stayed in that armchair any longer”

“Mister Loki carried you!” Peter said enthusiastically “Do you want some pancakes?”

“Well, thank you Loki,” you smiled at the god and opened the cupboard to look for your favourite mug. “ And yes Peter, I would love some”

“Oh your mug is here!” your teenage friend announced and pointed at it “Mister Loki made you some coffee! Isn’t that right, mister Loki?” The trickster looked at Peter as if he wanted to kill him. He wouldn’t do that, of course. But who knows, maybe Peter will wake up with pink hair tomorrow….

“Well, thank you, mister Loki,” you turned to the god and patted his shoulder.

“That’s what friends are for, darling” Loki mentally smacked himself for saying it. Peter on the other hand did smack his own forehead pretty hard. This man/god was hopeless.

“It’s good to have a friend like you, Loki. I really appreciate it” Peter rose to his feet and pointed at you two.

“I have enough of this!” he said. You could see how frustrated he was “I have been trying to make one of you confess to the other for TWO WEEKS!” you and Loki glanced at each other and then back at Peter “I’m so sorry for yelling but will you two PLEASE just kiss or something!” he shouted at you and went out of the kitchen.

There was a long pause between you and Loki before you spoke, still not looking at the god.

“Is… is Peter ok?” there was no response. Wanting to leave the room you stood up and turned around. As you took the first step you felt a hand on your wrist.

“Is it true?” Loki turned you around to face him “Is it true you have feelings for me?” you just looked at him dumbfounded. You are so going to kill that child. You were completely unable to say a word. You just woke up and this little teenage arachnid wants to humiliate you in front of your crush. Loki took your silence as a rejection and let go of your hand. “Oh, I-I think there has been a misunderstanding,” he said and you nodded awkwardly.

“Yeah, totally,” you toyed with your sleeves, trying to ease your nerves “You know how Peter is. He sees things that aren’t there!” you laughed awkwardly “I mean, it would be crazy, you know. Us. Together?”

“Right?” Loki grinned “We as a couple? You and I in a romantic relationship? That just wouldn’t make sense!” the trickster playfully punched your shoulder but did not remove his hand. You two gazed into each other’s eyes and the god cleared his throat “Unless that’s what you want….” he removed a strait of hair that has fallen onto your face and put it behind your ear. “Tell me I’m not wrong here, Y/N.” he never called you by your name unless he was dead serious. You covered his hand that was gently caressing your cheek with yours.

“You’re not wrong, Loki” you whispered. That was all the god needed to hear. His other hand rested on your waist and he pulled you so close your chests were touching. You get on your tiptoes and softly put your lips on his. The trickster wanted to deepen the kiss but was interrupted but a loud, high pitched scream.

“YEEESSS!” you got scared and jumped, hitting Loki’s forehead in process

“What the hell, Peter?!?!?!” you and Loki said at the same time. The boy runned to you and embraced you and Loki.

“I knew it would work out!!!” You couldn't be mad at him even if you wanted. Loki only patted the spider-man’s back and hugged you tighter to his body.

“You did a great job, Peter,” the god of mischief said

“Peter’s matchmaking service is always here for you” with that the boy ran out of the room to tell everyone else about the newest couple in the town.

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ja3hwa · 1 year ago

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★𝟑𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭★

Three thousand people follow this weird as blog!?!? Oh my, oh my. Thank you guys, you all are so sweet. And the fact you are willing to follow me ahhh its an honour. I could ramble on and on about how thankful I am but I'm sure you all are here to just read the fics eheh.

So, to everyone who joined in and sent in requests. Thank youu ♡♡♡

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Make Me Yours | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Mr Choi wants to speak to you about your grades and how you have been sich a good girl for him.

Can't Get Enough | Requested By @woosanbby

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After your little picnic date, San can't seem to keep his hands off you. And he is going to do everything in his power to touch every part of you until you're screaming.

Capable of anything | Requested By @lemonhongjoong

↳ 【Synopsis】 : What was one way to prove to your father you weren't a little innocent girl anymore? Sleep with the enemy...

Play Fair | Requested By @violetwinters

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were best friends. You loved one another so much to the point that you hated each other. Well, at least video games and help you let off steam... among other things.

Fucked up | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong notices you couldn't stop staring at Wooyoung during practice. So Hongjoong did what any amazing boyfriend would do. Let you fuck his friend.

A Beautiful Creature | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : War is the only thing filling your world. And yet, with such darkness, grows a light.

Pretty Boy | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The ruthless mob boss and King of the city. A man that is feared by all. But when your fingers graze over his rough, scared skin, he is nothing more than your whimpering little toy.

Company | Requested By @changbinslovelylegs

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your father being injured has sent you into spiralling sadness. You couldn't think... So why are you begging your fathers best friend for comfort?

I'm Sorry | Requested By @

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Can Jongho find a way to make it up to you? Or will you end up not forgiving him?

What Happens In Fight Club | Requested By @kitten4sannie

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Longing stares and teasing words make a lustful mix when brought into the boxing ring.

Familiar Strangers | Requested By @whatudowhennooneseesyou

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Running for most of the night you seek save haven from a sweet stranger. The only thing is, he wasn't such a stranger by the end of the night.

Pull The Trigger | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After the gala incident, you finally speak with your father face to face. But little did you know your life was about to change entirely that night.

Mission accomplished | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Mission after mission Mingi grows impatient with your teasing and tonight he wanted nothing more than you see you fucked out and begging for him in the bar you just fought in.

Mark Me As Yours | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You forgot to tell your vampire lover your heat started. Now, he gets to experience that you taste like in the midst of it.

Cum sweat and tears | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Getting intoxicated with your very dominant boyfriend is proven to be a blessing in disguise.

Look What We Have Here | Requested By @anonymous

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your two roommates love to make it hard for you to find a partner... but what happens when they stop you at the door of your apartment and "convince" you that you deserve better.

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saintarmand · 10 months ago

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gonna post some screenshots from a particular user in the vampterview community and the users liking their garbage posts, just in case some of you haven't heard. should become obvious why i'm highly suspicious of anyone who interacts with any of these users.

please just read the posts. sorry i'm not providing image descriptions, please dm me if you need them and i'll add them when i can!

the first post is just one example one of many on this blog, the second one might seem innocuous if you see it on your own but in combination with the others, not so much. please pay attention to the people liking these.

then we have an anon complimenting the wisdom and maturity of this person, who then replied with several paragraphs:

and got likes from two of the same users and two others.

then they self reblogged one of the posts from earlier and continued:

obviously this last post is the most egregious, and not everyone is bold enough to press like knowing that likes are public and could affect their reputation in the fandom. but i am going to assume that the people liking the other posts, which weren't all in public tags, are this person's followers and have seen all the other posts and believe this kinda shit is acceptable. and that speaks volumes about them as people.

i'm personally not going to assume that everyone who's ever liked or reblogged from any of these users did it knowing what kind of people they are (i didn't always know that either, and have probably reblogged from at least one of them before i did) but i am highly suspicious of anyone reblogging from them or interacting with them in a friendly way, and if i see people i follow doing that, i am going to unfollow unless i have very good reason to believe they genuinely had no idea, in which case i will message first.

i hope none of my followers need me to actually explain why what they're saying is absolute garbage but if you genuinely don't get the problem, dm me and i can find you some links about racism 101 i guess

EDIT/UPDATE:

someone asks nalyra what's going on

she later adds this, linking to a post that links back to this very post you're reading right now

track you UNliking something? GIRL WHY DID YOU LIKE IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?

i do love how if you read this and don't bother clicking the link she sounds kind of reasonable, and even like she's taking accountability (she's not denying anything! she's linking to a source so people can judge for themselves!) just not SO much accountability that she'll actually say what she did. gotta click those links to find out, and let's face it, the majority of the people who see her post are simply going to assume she's being unfairly targeted again. i mean, she posts about it all the time! why bother even checking, it's not like she would ever link to, say, screenshots of her liking a post that says affirmative action is the only system of oppression based on race and anti-white racism is real

EDIT #2:

another screenshot i forgot to include from the same day of nalyra liking another untagged post from cosmic

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ghostboneswrites2 · 9 months ago

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Dirty 30 || One Shot

New account! @ghostbones was banned! Transferring all my work here slowly!

Request from @mrs--hiddleston on my old blog: It's my 30th Birthday today and I was wondering if I could request some fluff of all fluff related around the reader turning 30? They're very shy, always been told they're not good enough, escapee of a abusive relationship, never really been shown love?

Summary: Daryl plans a special day for you on your 30th birthday.

18+ MDNI || WARNINGS: profanity, mentions of past abuse, mostly fluffy

"Why didn't ya tell me?" Daryl asked from behind you. You were doing your usual; morning coffee for everyone, heating some bread and jam for everyone, other general morning duties to give everyone a start tot heir day. You were always the first to rise and the last to fall asleep.

"Uh.. Tell you what?" You asked nervously. Had you forgotten to relay an important message? You hoped you hadn't messed up anything important.

"Ya know." He urged.

"I do?"

The only thing you could think was your birthday, but you'd never told anyone about it before and it wasn't a problem then. Plus, you'd hate to walk around begging for self celebration.

"Thirty?" He asked. You paused spreading jam on the toasted bread and turned to face him.

"I..."

"Why wouldn't ya tell me?" He pushed.

Why would you? You two had grown pretty close since his arrival at Alexandria, where you'd spent the majority of the apocalypse. He visited you constantly, and a few of his friends lived with you. He took you on rides on his motorcycle, you two walked through the woods together. Still, you couldn't see it for what it was, and that was blatant interest in pursuing you.

"I -- I don't know." You mumbled sheepishly.

"Yeah ya do."

"I.. forgot?" You tried to excuse it. The truth was just that you didn't know when or how to tell someone you had an upcoming day to be celebrated. You had never been celebrated, not once in your life. These people you had come to know and love had better things to do than spend their time on you.

"No ya didn't." He shook his head, stepping closer to you.

"I -- What's the big deal?"

"It's your birthday." He said plainly.

"Yeah, but I mean.. lots of people have birthdays. People that do a lot more for the world than me."

"So?"

"So I dunno.."

"Didn't think it was important?"

"No." You admitted. "I'm sorry."

" 'S alright." He shrugged, grabbing a slice of toast from behind you and taking a bite. "C'mon," he talked through his full mouth, dry crumbs falling from his lips. "Eat and get ready."

"W -- Where are we.."

"Just hurry up."

He was annoyed he didn't have time to get you a gift, but he still had a plan. You didn't talk much, or, really, you were borderline silent. He liked that about you sometimes, but he often wished you'd give him more. More about you, more of your interests, more of your thoughts, more of your voice, just more.

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"Ever been out this far?" He wondered. You shook your head. "Mm. Should take ya out more."

You blushed a little. Nobody had ever taken you out, except maybe when your grandpa was still around and he took you for ice cream.

You followed closely behind him. He had taken you on his bike until about a mile ago, from there the two of you had been hiking through the Virginia woods, mostly in silence. He wasn't much of a talker and you never felt like you had anything interesting to say. You came to a stop and gasped. He led you to the edge of a cliff. Not a big one like the Grand Canyon or something, but it was tall. It overlooked a waterfall on the far left, the mist raising and creating prismatic rainbows all around. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he took in the scene. His eyes landed on you, a small half smile playing at his lips.

"Like it?" He asked. You nodded quickly, eyes falling back to the grand display of the earth's natural beauty.

"I always wanted to see a place like this." You breathed. "You brought me here to show me?" You turned your attention back to him. He nodded as he looked down at you through the corner of his eyes. "Wow." Was all you could say.

"Thought ya might like it. Ya didn't give me heads up enough to find you a real gift."

"A real gift?" You scoffed. "I've never seen anything this beautiful."

He struggled to contain a smile. Triumph. He found the perfect thing for you, even when you didn't want him to.

"I have."

"You have?" You asked innocently. "Like a bigger waterfall?"

"Nah." He shook his head, eyes still on you, as nothing, not even a waterfall, would compare to that sight.

"Oh." You choked. Was he talking about you? Of course not.

"You have too." He told you. You pushed your eyebrows together in confusion.

"I think I'd remember that."

"Ya look in the mirror every day, don't ya?"

"Well, yeah but I don't -- " Your eyes grew wide. He did mean you. "I -- I -- Oh."

You stuttered and stumbled. Your ears and cheeks felt hot and you didn't even register the cheesy grin on your face.

He studied your face, grazing over every detail like words on a page. You were shy and reserved, much like him in a lot of ways, but unlike him your face was very expressive. Your eyes could tell him a thousand words in a mere second, and right now you read pure, astonished joy.

"This is--"

"Got somethin' else to show ya."

He led you along the side of the cliff and helped you climb down some large boulders before he stopped you, gently tugging your arm down behind one of the boulders.

"Ya see?" He whispered. You peered over the surface of the large rock and scanned your eyes before you saw them. A Doe and her fawns. They were grazing the grass and drinking from the still water at the foot of the lake where the waterfall dumped into.

"Oh my.." You breathed, eyes watering. Such purity in this world was a rarity at best.

"Found 'em when I was trackin' a buck." He told you. "Didn't have it in me to kill 'em."

"They look so happy." You nearly cried. He placed a hand on your back, right between your shoulders. He was always respectful of your body, never once touching an area that felt too intimate. Maybe one day, he thought, but never before you were ready.

You leaned in closer to him, resting your weight into his side. You couldn't peel your eyes away. A family of deer knew more peace than you had ever known, and you had the privilege of witnessing it. You never would have, had it not been for him.

"Got one more surprise for ya." He whispered. You looked over at him, daring to break away from the beauty before you. He reached in his pocket and pulled something out. The glimmer of metal against the sun caught your eye first. When he let the thin chain hang from your fingers you realized it was a necklace. A dainty thing that looked like silver, with what looked like a handmade pendant. You slowly took it from him, looking closer at it.

The pendant was a river rock, one that was naturally tumbled to a perfect little oval by the rushing waters of whatever stream he found it in. He had wrapped it in a thin metal wire, intricately weaving it in a pattern that looked neat and tidy. You ran your thumb over the smooth surface.

"It's quartz, I think." He told you.

"I think so too." You smiled, a tear spinning down your cheek. "You made this?"

"I found the chain but.. Yeah." He nodded. You couldn't restrain yourself. You threw your arms around his neck, clutching his gift tightly in your fist. Salty tears glistened down your cheeks. Nobody had ever been this kind to you, let alone a man. Men had abused you, called you names, reminded you every day how worthless you were. Your father, every boyfriend, your brothers, your uncles. Not a single masculine soul had showed you kindness before, let alone put so much thought into making a day special for you.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had." You whispered.

His arms settled around you, embracing you in a strong hold.

"C'mon. It ain't that special--"

"No." You shook your head, releasing him and looking him in the eyes as you quickly wiped your tears. "No, you don't get it. This is the most anyone has done for me. Ever."

His eyes bore into yours, deciding you were serious. How disappointing to know that something as simple as a rock on a chain could sweep you away like this. Surely you deserved better.

"I'll make the next one even better, if you'll let me."

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It was nearly nightfall by the time you made it back to Alexandria. He helped you off his bike, ever the gentleman, and held his hand on your mid-back the entire time he walked you home. You led him inside, planning to pour a glass of homemade mead for the two of you, but you realized there was light coming through your back windows.

"What's that?" You inquired as the two of you walked to the backdoor. He stepped in front of you, wanting to open the door first. He held it open for you.

As you stepped outside you nearly cried all over again. He admired your wide eyes as they glistened under the lights that had been strung up all around, marveling at all of the people, food, and drinks that had been waiting for you.

"Happy birthday!" Everyone shouted. Rosita was the first to run up and hug you.

"You didn't think we'd let you keep it a secret, did you?" She grinned as she stepped to the side. Everyone else came one by one. Tara, Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, a few of your friends from before Rick's people arrived. You didn't know this many people even liked you.

Abraham stepped forward with a glass of wine for you. "Happy dirty-thirty." He winked as you accepted the glass. You spun and looked at Daryl, who was watching with a satisfied little smile.

"You did this?" You asked. He shrugged.

"Yes, he did. Don't let him tell you any different." Carol spoke up for him.

"More like, he planned it." Tara interjected.

"Yeah, we did all the hard work." Rick teased.

And there it was. The first time you felt free to just talk. To enjoy people and be enjoyed. To allow others to celebrate you, and to celebrate the love they had for you.

Daryl spent the rest of that night by your side, a large gesture for someone who tended to avoid social gatherings. You ate food, chatted with people, opened up about silly little things you would have never thought anyone cared to hear. You drank, giggled, laughed, danced, and for the first time in a long time -- maybe ever -- had a good time.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #daryl twd #daryl x female reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #mdni

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 8 months ago

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Lee Know Drabble

Pairing: lee know x gn reader

wc: ~630

warnings: none? Kinda sad.

an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace. i forgot how much i love this little drabble that was based on a dream i had. all i remember from the dream now was that kiss left me questioning my bias when i woke up. 😭 i was a minho biased girlie that morning. sigh. i need to write more minho fics.

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The car had pulled up outside. Your fun was officially over and they were leaving. All the boys filed into the back of the suv, except one. You watched from the front porch as Minho approached the vehicle, his duffel bag slung carelessly over his shoulder, his hair lightly blowing in the fall breeze. The trees that surrounded your small cabin also blew in the breeze, their branches swaying back and forth, their leaves slowly twirling to land softly on the ground. The leaves crunched under his boots, and you felt your heart might crush with them, watching him go. Your stomach twisted at the thought of him leaving without saying goodbye. Had you done something wrong? It’s so hard to tell with him sometimes, what he is feeling behind the mask of indifference he wears. He opened the back hatch, throwing his duffle on top of everyone else’s. Through the opening you could see Jeongin, turned around with a silly grin on his face, frantically waving goodbye at you before the back hatch slammed shut and you could no longer see him. Minho opened the back door of of the vehicle, and you squeezed the wooden porch railing tighter in your grip, white knuckles, sure to have splinters. He was really going to leave without saying goodbye. Had your time together this week meant nothing to him? You felt the words rising up in your throat, wait- don’t go- but you choked on them before they could make it past your teeth. But instead of sliding in next to his band mates, he leaned in and said something to them, before standing straight again and shutting the door. You held your breath as he turned to face you. He took a couple steps toward the porch, locked eyes with you, before he gave you the most heart shattering smile and opened his arms, beckoning. You launched yourself off the porch, running to him. You crashed into him, his strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, burying your face in his neck. The tears were flowing now as he gently stroked your back.

"Shh, kitten. Don’t cry. It’s not forever." He said.

You pulled back and he sat you on your feet. Your tear stained face looked up at him, his own eyes looking a little glassy. He cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you softly. Your hands wrapped around his wrists, holding tightly, unwilling to let him go. He brushed the tears off your cheeks with his thumbs, before kissing you again.

"Hyung, we have to go. We’re going to miss our flight." Hyunjin called from the car. Minho’s head jerked around to face him with what you assumed to be a murderous glare, as hyunjin mumbled a sorry before rolling the window back up.

"You should go." You said, sniffling.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, and then the tip of your nose, and then your lips. "I’ll be back soon, I promise." He whispered. He kissed you one more time before releasing you and turning for the car. He climbed inside and the engine started. All the windows rolled down then, Minho leaning out of one in the back, Han leaning out the other side, Felix leaning out of the passenger seat, all waving at you. They all smiled brightly, except Minho, whose smile was a little watery. They all yelled their goodbyes, you could even hear the others shouting from inside, though you could not see them. You let out a shaky laugh and waved back as the car slowly pulled down the long driveway, the only thing left of him being the sound of tires on gravel.

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids lee know #stray kids fluff #lee know x y/n #lee know skz #lee know x reader #stray kids lee minho #stray kids minho #skz minho #hyunjins orange slice too

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poeticore · 11 months ago

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Español: Dios mio no puedo creer que llegué a 5000 seguidores, en serio muchas gracias por su apoyo diario y por seguirme, esto significa mucho para mi y amo dedicarle tiempo a esta cuenta 🧚🏻‍♀️. Simplemente gracias, gracias y gracias, seguiré haciendo cosas bonitas para todos. Les tengo un gran cariño tanto a esta cuenta como a todos ustedes 🩷.

English: Omg I can't believe I reached 5000 followers, seriously thank you very much for your daily support and for following me, this means a lot to me and I love dedicating time to this account 🧚🏻‍♀️. Simply thank you, thank you and thank you, I will continue doing nice things for everyone. I have great love for both this account and all of you 🩷.

︶𝆹𝅥⏝ ◦ 𑁍 ◦ ︶𝆹𝅥⏝

𖹭 Fav blogs: @koo-night @koosuvi @koofruti @miniemalism @jink9ok @ssokarv @pastelwalks @jkdbye @jiminkww @jivsco @jink9ok @jmdoll @dzckling @vanteclub @loli-s @delistelar @yoyojoy @miniespace @max1mus @d-iorpjm @aqelicts @gigittamic @taeflwr @voomito @dimicielo @i4tkoo @also-web @taesify @goominte @saintsuga @s-telar @lonaide @kthice @ch3rry-s @c-noura @florietas @vgukly @koovias @lavidalevid @the-ow

Perdón si me olvidé de alguien :(

Sorry if I forgot someone :(

#happy #love you guys #thank you #i love you #<3 #bts #populares #fav blogs #my blogs

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fortunatelyseveredreamland · 1 month ago

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What a week…

It’s so weird to be back here. I am sad I deleted my blog so many years ago and forgot what it was even called. I knew I’d come back eventually if something big were to happen. Never thought this exact thing would be the reason.

I was at work on Wednesday when I found out. My hands immediately shook and my heart sank. I couldn’t wait to leave to get home and be able to know more and mourn. As soon as I got in the car, I started crying.

It’d been such a long time since 1D took up this much space in my brain. It feels like a lifetime ago, sitting on tumblr from night to morning. Rewatching the video diaries and music videos millions of times. Making my friends and followers one shots and photoshopped texts. Plastering my entire room with posters from every magazine I could find. But somehow, it also feels like yesterday?

It felt weird to have my mind immediately transport back to being in my room and only caring about the boys. Sleepovers with my bestie revolving around their music.

I don’t think I have ever loved something as much as I love One Direction. The feeling of hanging out with you all and loving the boys so very much. I wish I could feel that way right now without the overwhelming amount of guilt.

I had to come back here with a brand new account and feel this community’s embrace again. The only people that will ever truly understand this feeling. And I’m so glad I did. While everyone is speaking how they feel, they are also sharing old posts, and funny ones. Ones that make all of the good memories come rushing back like a rough river. It’s like I never left. And in some way, I don’t think I ever truly did. I left my heart on this website and in One Direction and now I feel like there is a part of my soul that is never coming back. But maybe in due time, he can live in that void for the rest of time.

I have seen a lot of posts about inner child. But to be honest, I don’t think my inner child is crying. My full adult self is crying. The part of me that would spend all of my life savings on a ticket to an ot5 reunion. The little girl inside of me left long ago, but the adult 27 year old woman who has nothing to look forward to now feels like she’s actively dying inside. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. They were supposed to live until they were 90. It’s just unfair and too soon.

I’d like to say that I hope all of you are doing well. This is the first day since the news that I haven’t been a full puddle of tears, but I also keep waking up and hoping this is a nightmare. I took a shower and blasted take me home. I cried a little bit it was cathartic. It made me feel that all of those memories are worth so much to not only me but to the boys and their families.

I’d like to round this off with my letter to Liam.

Hey Leeyum,

I miss you like crazy already. Which pains me to say because I could’ve been a more active fan for you in the last few years. I knew what had been happening, but always felt like you were going to come out on the other side, stronger. I wish we all could’ve saved you.

Thank you for being you. Thank you for writing songs that helped me through my teenage and early adult years. They still do. Thank you for making us laugh. Thank you for making us proud. I know you wouldn’t want us to wallow in sadness for you. You’d want us to talk about the memories.

The boys love you so much and I hope you knew that. There was no One Direction without you. You were the glue that held it all together. You deserved more public love than you were ever given. I just hope you know how much the 1D family cares and loves you.

I’m so sorry this was the way your story ended. You deserved so much more than life gave you. I will love you until the end of time, sweet boy. <3

I love you all. Please take care of yourselves. I plan on sticking around a while. Hope to see more names that I recognize on my feed.

#one direction #rip liam payne #liam payne #1d #harry styles #zayn malik #louis tomlinson #niall horan #directioners

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milkyway-ashes · 5 months ago

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what are some of your favorite classic rock/prog rock blogs?

WHAT WHAT WHAT

most of my tumblr moots are classic rock/prog fans, plus some blogs that I’m only their follower and those are classic rock-related too :,(

it’s frickin’ difficult to choose favs (I love everyone!)

but here’s a list of some fab blogs that are either mainly focusing on prog/classic rock content (their misc posts are less) or the ones that I’d followed them only bc of their classic rock content at first:

@robertfripp (their King Crimson and Pink Floyd content are the best😭)

@minstrel-in-the-gallery (Jethro Tull Jethro Tull Jethro Tull Jethro…)

@progschmog @pasta-connoisseur @good-oysters @death-by-mercury

@dulu0z0427 @zralokx (both of them are such talented artists🥹 I love their prog fanarts sm <3)

@youre-no-good (one of my top fav Deep Purple blogs on tumblr, for sure)

@modishanachronism (Steve Howe girlie…)

@prog-rock-confessions @dadrockconfessions

@frootyrooties @grxtsch @mayplantstarrwaters @eddie-rifff @burn-on-the-flame

@glamidols @doktordyper

these blogs have got lots of misc posts and I hadn’t only followed them for their music content, but they do deserve to be mentioned :D : @blunderbussin @junecast-moonfast @hammill-goes-fogwalking 🥰🥰🥰

I know that there were many blogs that I forgot to mention. I’m so sorry😩

I love all of my moots with all my heart <333

#setia's mailbox #anon asks

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years ago

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instead of you [part four] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni), menstruation

word count: 3.9k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

series masterlist | early access to the next chapter on ko-fi

The rest of the boys were already in the kitchen making their own food and doing dishes when you and Jisung came in.

“Look who’s finally awake!” Felix exclaimed and clapped his twin brother on the back.

“It’s almost noon,” the tall one, Hyunjin, pointed out then smirked. “Long night?”

Jisung gave him a look. “Jet lag, you idiot.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Give me a break, Jinnie, we’ve barely been here twelve hours.”

He held up his hands in surrender and leaned back against the counter. “Fine, I’ll save the harassment and embarrassing stories for when you hit the twenty-four mark.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”

“You don’t have to wait on the embarrassing stories,” you piped up, “I’m all ears.”

Hyunjin traded looks with Jisung then glanced back to you and cracked a smile. “We can talk later.”

“I’m holding you to that because I have stories of my own to trade with you.”

Jisung looked at you with incredulous eyes. “My own girlfriend.”

“Sorry, babe, but your friends have valuable information and it wouldn’t be fair to offer them nothing in return for it.”

You touched his hand softly only for him to yank it away in mock betrayal as he slid past you over to the fridge.

“Do we have eggs?” he asked as he surveyed the contents inside.

“Minho just used the last two in his scramble,” the other roommate, Changbin, you assumed by process of elimination, said.

“Bro, c’mon,” Jisung sighed and slammed the door shut.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d want them,” Minho apologized.

“It’s okay,” you assured Jisung. “We can have cereal or something.”

“No, I’ll run to the store to get more,” Minho offered.

“I can go with you,” you added, earning a raised eyebrow or two from the rest of the boys. “There’s something I need to pick up.”

“Okay,” he agreed and turned to the rest of the group “Anyone else want to come?” There was silence. “Alright, then it’s just the two of us.”

“Is that okay?” Jisung asked lowly, pulling you to the side.

“Yeah, we don’t need to be together every second,” you reasoned.

“Are you sure? I can go with you guys!”

“No, no, catch up with your friends. We’ll be back in a few.”

“Okay, love you,” he said and kissed you chastely on the lips.

It wasn’t the first time you and Jisung had kissed. You weren’t one to turn down a dare, which your friends knew and used against you, but there weren’t always stakes involved. On drunken nights neither of you cared to remember, in those early hours of the morning that followed parties or nights out… when it was just the two of you in one of your dorms rooms basking in the warm glow of alcohol, when everything still sounded muffled and your voices were shot from shouting for hours…

This felt different though. There wasn’t the same tenderness or hazy intimacy like there had been those other times. This felt forced, like he had something to prove. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable to the others.

You wrapped your arm around Jisung’s neck and turned to Minho. “You ready?”

“Are you, uh, going…. like that?”

You looked down at yourself in confusion, realizing you were still wearing what you had worn to bed. To be more precise, you were still wearing the boxers that everyone probably thought were Jisung’s. Had you not learned your lesson after last night?

“I mean, it’s cool if you are,” Minho continued. “It’s just the grocery store. I wasn’t trying to be- I was just wondering.”

“I forgot I was wearing pajamas,” you admitted. “I’ll go throw something on really quick.”

“You wanna drive?” Minho asked as you walked out to the car together, waving the keys in his hand.

“I… think that’s illegal.”

“I was joking.”

“Oh.”

You slid into the passenger seat while Minho started the engine and turned on some music.

“Any requests?”

You shook your head. “I’m good with whatever.”

You watched as Minho scrolled through his phone, picked a playlist, and put it on shuffle. A melody with low drums and heavy guitar started playing through the speakers. You didn’t recognize the song, but you liked it. It sounded like something you’d hear in an alt bar, or a grungy coffee shop.

“Are you all packed for tomorrow?” Minho asked suddenly, turning down the volume.

“Yeah, I never really unpacked so…”

“Right. Sorry.”

“I hope I have everything,” you added, trying not to let the conversation die. “It seems like every country has a different kind of outlet. It’s kind of hard to keep track of which adapters you need.”

“It fucking sucks,” he agreed.

“You travel a lot?”

“You have no idea.”

“Is it for work, or for fun?”

“Depends,” he answered with a shrug, “but mostly for work.”

You didn’t want to pry anymore than you already had or make it seem like you were interviewing him so you changed the subject.

“Was your scramble good?” you asked.

“The one I made this morning?” Minho asked, looking at you as if it were the last thing he expected to hear.

You nodded. “Yeah, was it worth it? Breaking Jisung’s heart like that?”

He burst out laughing at that, making you smile too.

“It was totally worth it. Best egg scramble I’ve ever had.”

“I’m glad.”

Minho was still grinning to himself when he pulled into the parking lot a few blocks later. He picked a spot in the corner and backed into it. Show off. Maybe you couldn’t back into parking spots, but at least you didn’t make turns at forty miles an hour.

“Fuck, did you have to park a mile away?” you groaned as you made the trek up to the grocery store’s entrance, struggling to keep up with him.

“Sorry, force of habit.”

He slowed down to let you catch up and threw the hood of his sweatshirt over his head before shoving his hands in his pockets.

The store wasn’t too crowded, at least by American grocery store standards. It looked like the regular weekend rush. Everyone was using their precious time off to check things off of their to-do list, living the corporate dream.

Minho led you through the bakery to the dairy section in the back.

“How many eggs do you reckon we need?” he asked as he looked at all the different options.

“However many it takes to make an omelet.”

“Do you know how many that is?”

“Nope.”

“Lovely.”

“I don’t usually cook,” you said defensively. “Even my instant ramen is just ‘meh’.”

“It’s a good thing you’re dating Jisung then,” he muttered under his breath. “Otherwise I’m afraid you’d die of starvation.”

“Hey, it doesn’t need to taste good. If anything, I’m resourceful. All I need to survive is tap water and a microwave.”

“Please don’t tell me you’ve been microwaving your instant ramen,” Minho groaned, eyes widening when you didn’t deny it. “Have you been?”

“It’s probably better if I don’t answer that.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeahhh, that’s what your brother said.”

“Should we text him about the eggs? Since we’re obviously both clueless.”

“No, we can figure it out,” you insisted, “I can be domestic.”

Minho raised his eyebrows and stared at the ground. “I don’t know how long you guys have been together, but I’m sure he knows that’s a lie. I literally met you yesterday and even I know that.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Okay, maybe I’m not the best cook, but I’m the best roller in our friend group. Better than Jisung.”

“Wait, Jisung smokes?”

God damn it.

“Uh, no.”

“Damn, before college he’d never even tried it.” He grinned proudly. “You’ve really loosened him up, haven’t you?”

You opened your mouth to answer and shut it again. You’d already said too much. “I wouldn’t say that it was all me…” you trailed off and glanced back at the display in front of you. “Anyway, about the eggs-”

“Oh shit, right.”

You’d been standing there for a solid five or six minutes and were no closer to deciding on how many eggs to get.

“We don’t want to get too many because we’re leaving tomorrow… unless Hyunjin and Changbin would want the rest?”

Minho seemed to think about it for a second before grabbing a carton of half a dozen off the shelf.

“They don’t eat a lot of eggs,” he explained, “but better safe than sorry. I don’t even want to know what Jisung would do to me if we came back with less than enough.”

You laughed and brushed him off. “Psh, he talks a lot of shit, but he’s a softie at heart.”

“Maybe to you.” Minho gently placed the eggs in the basket you were carrying and then put his hands in his pockets again. “What did you need to pick up?”

You had forgotten the entire reason you tagged along on the errand until he mentioned it.

“Fuck, thank you for reminding me. I needed to get some pads.”

“Oh, okay. I don’t know where they keep those, but I’d guess they’re on the same aisle as pharmaceuticals and like soap and stuff?”

The tone in his voice had changed a bit. Not in a way that was disgusted or embarrassed, but in a concerned, almost panicked, way. Like he was afraid you were about to bleed out and die in the middle of the aisle but was trying to play it cool. You thought it was endearing if not a little amusing.

“Seems like our best bet,” you agreed.

“Do you want medicine or anything else?” he asked once you’d found the right aisle and picked a pack of pads from a brand you recognized.

“I have some back at the house, but thanks for thinking of that.”

“Yeah, I know it’s really painful for some of my co-st, uh, co-workers and I just didn’t want you to be hurting…” he trailed off awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

You smiled softly and followed him up to the check-out where you put the items on the little conveyor belt thing and grabbed a divider to put in between them.

“Hey, put that back,” Minho said and leaned over your shoulder to slide the divider back onto the side.

“You really don’t have to do that,” you protested as the cashier rung up both things.

Minho didn’t even glance back at you before handing the woman his credit card. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it.”

“This is saving time instead of having two separate transactions,” he insisted.

“I’ll pay you back in the car then.”

“No you won’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because these are like five pounds, y/n, it’s not a big deal.”

You sighed stubbornly. “Fine. But I’ll get you back. Eventually.”

Minho shook his head and gave you a smug look. “I’m sure you will.”

You thought Jisung had been joking when he told you that you could pick one of the places to go for his family trip, and you definitely didn’t think he had been serious when he said you could pick literally anywhere. But that was the rule, apparently. Everyone going on the trip got to pick one of the places that you’d visit, including girlfriends who happened to be tagging along.

It was a good idea in theory, but in reality, it meant scrambling around international airports with no sense of direction. Jisung’s mom had the first pick, which meant the entire Han family plus you were huddled around an airport ticketing counter trying to arrange your travel to Paris.

“Is it going to be an overnight flight?” you asked Jisung.

“Yes, baby. The flight is fourteen hours long.”

“Okay, well, I wasn’t thinking about that.”

He sighed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You were trying to get used to hearing your best friend saying things like that, but they still sounded foreign coming from him. To be fair, you had only been fake dating for a couple of days now, but you were supposed to be convincing everyone around you that you had been in love for months. You had thought it would be so easy because you already did love Jisung, just not like they thought you did.

Jisung looked down at you when he felt you stiffen underneath his arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Seeing as there were only three seats to a row, one of the four of you would have to sit with their parents while the rest of you played Bullshit with the deck of cards Minho had packed in his backpack. Felix made the sacrifice and opted out of sitting with you and his brothers so that he could get some work done free of distraction.

“He’s only saying that,” Jisung said in a whisper loud enough for his twin to overhear. “He just wants to get out of playing with us because he’s a terrible liar and he knows he’d lose.”

“I’m not playing because I’m a gentleman,” Felix clarified. Jisung raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I wouldn’t want to sweep the floor with you in front of your girlfriend.”

“How noble.”

You stashed your backpack next to Jisung’s in the overhead compartment and took your seat next to him. Minho was sat in the window seat, smushed against the wall with his hood up and head down. It seemed like he did that every time he was in public. It was like he tried to become invisible.

Jisung occupied the middle seat in between you and Minho. He talked to his older brother about plans for the trip as he absentmindedly played with your fingers that were intertwined with his.

“Do you guys have any plans for the free day in Paris?” Minho asked. “I assume you’ll be spending it as far away from our family as possible?”

Jisung shook his head. “No, we don’t know what we’re gonna do yet. We haven’t had much time to plan with finals and all.”

“You should take y/n to that bookstore by the Seine- Shakespeare and Company, she likes to read right?”

“Yeah,” Jisung answered for you, unable to hide his surprise. “How did you know that?”

Minho looked over at you and grinned. “I could tell.”

“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” you accused, leaning past Jisung to glare at his brother.

“Nothing,” he said and held his hands up innocently, “I can just tell you’re well-read, is that such a bad thing?”

“No, there was a negative implication there, you were calling me a nerd, weren’t you?”

Minho glanced over at his brother for help, but Jisung just shrugged. “I mean, there are a lot of really good bars over there too… that you might also like.”

“Nice save.”

“Awful save,” Jisung chimed in. “For what it’s worth, baby, I love that you’re a nerd.”

You yanked your hand out of Jisung’s and grit your teeth. “I see charm runs in the family.”

“Awful save,” Minho mocked.

“I actually don’t need your help right now, Min,” Jisung snapped.

“Oh come on, I’m a great wingman,” he insisted. “Remember when-”

“Let’s not bring up past dating stories in front of my girlfriend, yeah?”

“Wait, but I’m interested now,” you interjected, ignoring the look from your fake boyfriend. “Hyunjin promised me embarrassing stories and he didn’t get to tell me any. Let me at least have this.”

Minho traded a look with his brother before locking eyes with you and smirking. The plane started to move as he started to tell the story, and all three of you pitched forward from the sudden motion. You braced yourself against the seat in front of you with one hand and grabbed Jisung’s wrist with the other. He shifted so that you could hold his hand properly, fingers slipping between yours easily.

“Sorry,” you whispered in embarrassment.

“Don’t be. I used to be the same way on planes.”

“And how old were you then?”

“Um, six.”

“And here I am as a twenty-something year old-”

“Nope, none of that,” Jisung cut you off before you could finish the self-deprecating thought. He had a habit of doing that. Sometimes you found it endearing, other times it got on your nerves. You let it slide this time.

You smiled at him gratefully and relaxed into his shoulder. His hair tickled your face as his shoulders rose and fell in time with his breathing. His hair was long enough for you to twirl around your fingers if you wanted to. He hadn’t let it grow out this long in a while, and it reminded you of your sophomore year of college.

Back a couple of heartbreaks ago when your hair was short and his was long, when you both felt like you had finally gotten the hang of the whole college thing… you’d spent that Fall Semester laying on blankets on the green outside of the Dance Hall together, drinking spiked cider out of reusable water bottles as you spent what little pocket change you had betting on who could get more dancers’ numbers before the sun set.

It had been a simpler time then, but that’s how it always goes. The stakes creep higher and higher without giving so much as a warning and suddenly you’re clocking in on a Monday morning at your corporate 9-5 gig, your diploma and your ambition sitting in a box somewhere in your apartment collecting dust.

“Fuck that’s depressing,” you mumbled to yourself and let the hand that had been in Jisung’s fall to your side.

“What’s depressing?” Minho whispered, leaning across his brother to talk to you.

You lifted your head from your best friend’s shoulder and looked up to see him slumped to the side with his eyes shut as he breathed softly. You hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep.

“What’s depressing?” Minho repeated, nudging your knee with the back of his hand impatiently.

“Growing up,” you replied with a sigh.

“Ah, yeah. Shit sucks,” Minho agreed.

“Yeah I was just… bumming myself out over here. Feel free to join.”

“Would one of those stories you were promised help?”

You perked up at his offer. “Are you fucking serious? Are you actually going to tell me one? Don’t tease me, Minho.”

“I would never,” he scoffed, the grin on his face telling you otherwise.

He glanced back at his brother as if to make sure he was still asleep before turning back to you.

“Right, so a few summers ago when Ji was home from college, we were out at a pub near our place. And for whatever reason Jisung had ordered himself a couple shots of tequila-”

“Oh my god. I already know where this is going.”

“You do?”

You rolled your eyes. “Tequila always makes Jisung horny-” you explained, freezing when you remembered that you were talking to his older brother. You stared down at the floor, trying to recover. “It always makes Jisung make irresponsible decisions.”

Minho blinked at you and pursed his lips. You so badly wanted to tell him that you only said that because every time Jisung drank tequila he hooked up with somebody, not because you were the person he hooked up with. But you couldn’t. You had to let him believe whatever the fuck he had thought you meant because you could never seem to shut the fuck up.

“It sure does…” he trailed off, eyebrows knit together in a mix of amusement and discomfort.

“Anyway, you were saying?”

Minho cleared his throat awkwardly. “So Jisung had downed a couple of shots of tequila, and I suppose he was feeling lucky, so he tried chatting up this girl-”

“Tried?”

“Yes, emphasis on tried. She had a friend, so he asked me to come over with him as well. And being the good big brother I am, I agreed.”

You narrowed your eyes. “The friend was hot, wasn’t she?”

“Fuck yeah, she was hot,” he admitted shamelessly. “But we go over there, and right away they’re not impressed. You know when some drunk assholes try and flirt with you at a bar and you’re just trying to have fun with your friends?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Well, we were totally those assholes. And to make it worse, we lied and told them we were students at the university across the street.”

“So they told you to fuck off?”

“No, when we told them we were students they were suddenly interested and wanted us to take them on a campus tour.” Minho sighed and shook his head at the memory. “So we did.”

“No you didn’t.”

“We did. I mean, we tried to. It started with pointing to random buildings and reading the names off of the signposts in front of them, and it ended with being escorted off of the premises by campus police.”

“What?” You blinked in disbelief. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Minho insisted.

“You don’t get kicked off a college campus for doing nothing!”

“Alright, we might have tried breaking into the science building to get to the rooftop greenhouse.”

“I fucking knew it.”

“A friend of mine who actually goes to that uni told me about it! He said he always takes girls up there because the doors are always unlocked and it’s a cool place for a date, but the doors were not unlocked that night.”

“Did you set off an alarm or something? How did security catch you?” you asked.

“They were walking by,” he said with a sheepish grin. “We were pretty wasted at the time so we didn’t hear them come up behind us.”

“Typical.”

“At least neither of the girls got in trouble. And Jisung and I were let off with a warning once we were escorted off the grounds.”

“I can’t believe Jisung’s never told me that story.”

“Probably didn’t want to ruin your romanticized image of him,” Minho suggested.

“We were friends way before we started dating, I know way too much about Jisung to have had a romanticized version of him in my head.”

“And you still chose to date him?”

You laughed. “Love is weird, isn’t it?”

Minho cocked his head to the side. “You love him?”

You hesitated.

“I- sorry if that’s too personal,” he added quickly and sat back up, increasing the distance between the two of you.

“I do love him.”

The answer was simple, because you did love Jisung. He was your favorite person, He knew everything about you. You always swore that you’d find each other in whatever lifetime came next. But you didn’t love him like you were supposed to.

“I’m glad,” Minho said. “He deserves it.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not going to have to go all Protective Big Brother on me,” you assured him. “I promise I won’t break his heart.” Because there’s no way I can.

He gave a tight smile. “Whatever you say.”

Next to you, Jisung began to stir. He opened his eyes and stretched, using it as an excuse to wrap an arm around you like they did in the movies.

“Smooth,” you said as you rolled your eyes, leaning into him anyway.

“What are you guys talking about?” he asked through a yawn.

“You.”

“All good things, I hope?”

You suppressed a smile and glanced over at Minho who was shaking his head at you with wide eyes.

“Minho told me the greenhouse story,” you blurted, sending an apologetic look in his direction.

Jisung whipped his head towards his brother and punched him gently in the shoulder. “Minho!”

“That was supposed to stay between us,” Minho groaned as he rubbed his shoulder.

“Dick,” Jisung muttered.

“Hey, we’ve all been kicked off of college campuses by security before,” you reasoned.

“We have?” Jisung asked doubtfully.

“No, but I’m adding it to my bucket list.”

“Look what you’ve done,” Jisung said to Minho. “You’re a bad influence.”

“So I’ve been told.”

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