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lv-iceprince · 2 years ago

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@sugakookielix

Hello my beautiful beautiful beautifullllllllllllllllllllllllllllll moot! My god I am so excited to be posting this ship for you! This is an early birthday present from me, but since I normally do ships anyway I wanted to sweeten the deal with a cottagecore call me by your name winery kid Felix fic which I will try to have up before your birthday or on your birthday? Idk anyways I hope you are having an amazing day and I honestly adore you to the moon and back. That’s all.

Oh wait I forgot thank you thank you thank you for my Love Triangle ship! I’ve been a lil woozy and sick so I haven’t properly read it but I saw Taehyun and Jay and freaked out so bad ahhh thank you! Taehyun is my bias and I’ve been so down bad for Jay lately. I’ll definitely send an actual ask over to you guys to thank you, anyways onto your ship!

~Stray Kids~ Jeongin

Man, I ship the two of you so damn hard it’s insane. I will try my hardest to not let my fanboying get out of hand but seriously, I thought on this for a while and I couldn’t stop myself from ultimately shipping you with Jeongin. I admit on the surface the two of you seem quite different, but honestly, I see this working in your favour. There is room for growth, you will both be able to achieve a beautiful sense of unity while expanding each other’s comfort zones. In this scenario Jeongin would be positively whipped for you, he would catch the love bug so quickly it would almost seem comical. He would play along with the light teasing that his members would subject him to, while still remaining adamant about how much he adores you. He would quickly come clean that he hadn’t dated someone who is more reserved yet creatively expressive, though this isn’t the only reason he is dating you, he makes sure to remind you that he is here holding your hand because you are one of a kind. Another thing that I just have to mention is that the two of you are just so effortlessly sweet and charming, it’s only natural that the two of you would be drawn to one another.

Now I probably bombarded you with so many concepts in the first paragraph, but I have so much to discuss when it comes to your relationship. It wouldn’t be long and Jeongin would become insanely sentimental over you, this sounds sappy and maybe he plays up the sappiness just to hear your beautiful laugh. Jeongin could go on about all the things he loves about you but it would come out as a messy string of words, what he really means to say is that you have changed how he sees life. As you could probably tell the two of you would possess a relationship that resembles true, otherworldly soul mate love.

Keep in mind this boy will definitely gush about every small thing you do and shout to the world that he is the happiest he has been in a while, throughout all of his youthful optimism he takes your relationship seriously and will try his hardest to be an amazing partner. Initially his attempts will seem kind of pushy but as he warms up to the relationship, he will take a step back and allow everything to unfold as time goes on. Despite your differences you will always feel comfortable around him, you will never have to hide your true self. He actually wouldn’t ever want you to be dishonest around him, he just wants you to go about your life and be yourself because that’s exactly what has him head over heels in love. I can actually see him trying his best to impress you by adopting a more “manly” or “mature” position in your relationship. But that being said he is a complete softy for you, you mentioned that you can be a tad clingy, don’t worry fam Jeongin is clingy too. He has shown a slight distaste towards his members fussing over him but you’re an exception and he loves pulling you close and placing kisses all over your face, he is very open with his pda and you will always feel so loved.

This is probably the best part of your relationship in my eyes, it also partially relates back to what I said about you teaching him to take notice to things he would often overlook. He has learnt over time to notice the smallest sign of you not voicing how you feel, he will never be overbearing and force you to speak but he will always cup your face and recite the same words “You know you can tell me anything right” before he places a loving kiss on your lips.

~Seventeen~ Seungkwan

Ahh okay this another part of your ship that I was just so excited to write for. I just had a feeling that this pairing would be such a special one, I feel like this is another relationship that would be so hard to get out of once you’re in since you’d be that comfortable. As a matter of fact, I doubt the two of you would ever really argue, you both just coexist in a very peaceful way. This relationship would mean the absolute most to this boy, it’s no exaggeration when I say that you totally tick every single box in his eyes, you’re his dream girl. I don’t want this to sound like he is judgemental or strict in what he wants in a partner, because he isn’t really. But he is so biased when it comes to you, he is in love with every single quirk you have and he has the most fun when he is around you. If given the choice he would just spend the majority of his days with you, this sounds like an overdose of Seungkwan and vice versa but you truly just enjoy each-others company. I wouldn’t say your relationship is domestic in nature but it’s definitely one of the more comfortable relationships to be in.

The first thing I want to mention and the cutest thing ever would be his reactions to anything you do, even if he isn’t hollering it out everyone will know just how amazing his girlfriend is. This leads onto the way you treat each other in your relationship, it’s honestly so wholesome. Seungkwan is probably the most talkative and social out of the two of you, so whenever you are around people, he will almost always be the one lifting the mood. Dating Seungkwan there will be a few instances where you feel like you are nearing the edge of your comfort zone, but he will never let you venture outside of your boundaries alone. He is a very loving person; he always wears his heart on his sleeve and you will always know how he’s feeling. He’s aware of that being perceived as a vulnerability but he wouldn’t have it any other way, since it means that he can openly give you love and affection.

To some extent he is attracted to people who are similar in behaviour to him, you aren’t identical to him but the qualities you share really helps you connect on a deeper level. This also creates a really beautiful balance in your relationship, you’re the more methodical deep thinking one and he is the charismatic one who has a talent for communication. Not much would actually change when you’re dating, or at least you’ll feel as if nothing has truly changed once you both enter a relationship. In reality you will just feel that comfortable with each other on a daily basis, it will seem like you were both always meant to have a life where you coexist. Seungkwan is a hard worker, so there will be moments where you never really see him around that much but he will still bombard you with texts and random selcas to show you what he’s doing or to show you that he indeed remembered to eat.

He is a very dedicated person who has a passion for his life as an idol, his confidence hardly ever withers, he would actually feel more motivated knowing that you are proud of him. He will try so hard for you just so his dedication will seem sexy to you. On the whole Seungkwan is a fresh breath of air, he will always be keen on sharing his passions with you and will even beg management to let you just hang around while he’s recording his lines or dancing. He will also get so genuinely excited when you decide to share your passions because as I said before he is your cheerleader. He will be the most attentive, he just wants to be a part of your world, that’s the one thing that makes him feel like the luckiest guy on earth.

#kpop ships #kpop matchups #written ships #the sweetest suga kookie #🍪#skz #stray kids #seventeen #svt #spooky spooky grape ghost aesthetic

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atalho-s · 3 years ago

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Sweet Sugar

1 | Subterranean Homesick Alien

(gif it’s not mine! let me know if you’re the owner!)

pairing: tom holland x reader / tom holland x brazilian reader (she’s from brazil here, but you can picture her being of any place that you want! Since the story wouldn’t change bc of that)

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut, but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 2.4 k

Summary: Y/n has always been best friends with Harrison and Tom. Since childhood they've always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

A conflict of feelings, the non-acceptance of falling in love and the fear of losing her best friend, all in the head of an 17-year-old teenager. And on top of that, still having to fear of not being accepted for college.

a/n:

This is a series i have in portuguese on my wattpad! It’s kinda long and have 2 parts haha but i decided to translate to post here too :)

It was my first fanfic ever, so be aware lol

I never been to europe, so i’m sorry for any mistake about city features or how school works...

I just want to thank @petesrparker : Gio you’re the best and thank you for always helping me and hype up this series since the beginning! Seriously, you’re the best, this story would be nothing without you 😭❤

She even did a playlist for this! ikr? She’s amazing 💕 you can check out here if you want!

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It was 2 minutes to 7am and I was late for school. Running to put on my warm sweatshirt and getting ready psychologically to go out in a cold weather, I grabbed my keys and tried to lock the door almost dropping my backpack on the floor. It was almost summer, but my town wasn't disappointed in having very cold mornings and hot afternoons.

"Shit," I murmured as I kicked the door, insisting that didn't want to close it. "Why hasn't my mom called someone to fix this thing yet?" I spoke to myself and finally managed to close it hearing a click. Coming down the stairs practically running, I closed the small gate and strode down the street.

I lived with my parents in a town called Kingston-upon-Thames, in a tiny two-bedroom house, very close to the school. You just need to walk about 4 blocks and voilá, I could already see the entrance gate and the familiar faces of the gringos. I was in the last year of high school, just turned 17 and I was born in Brazil, but grew up in London, when my father had to move because of his work, when I was only 6 years old. Obviously we weren't rich, my father worked with woodwork, and my mother currently worked in a small flower shop in the city center. But when my father received an offer to move to another country, he didn't think twice. Learn another culture, a new language and still earn some good money?An offer that cannot be refused.

The first time we arrived it was very strange, only my father knew intermediate English and my mother and I obviously did not know a single word. But we quickly befriended a family that lived on our street: the Osterfields. Jenna and Carter were the parents of two children: Harrison, the same age as me and little Charlotte (newborn at the time). Harrison and I immediately became inseparable, and he became like a brother to me and our families became one.

Obviously with him, also came nothing more and nothing less than: the Holland family. Nikki and Dom had 4 male children, one my age: Tom, Harry and Sam twins, 3 years younger and Paddy who was born 2 years later. So the family just grew, our parents became best friends, and me, Harrison and Tom became an unbeatable trio. There was no Y/n, without Tom and Harrison and vice versa, we're always together.

We went to the same school since always. As Haz lived only a few houses below mine, we meet and go together and Tom, who lived on the other side of the school, met us at the gate every day.

I went down the street and saw Haz sitting on the wall in front of his house, fiddling with his cell phone with a earphone, as soon as I approached he raised his head and smiled.

- Finally, I thought you aren’t going to class today. - He said getting up and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

- Good morning to you too Haz. - I said laughing and hooking my arm on him, while we went down the street. - You know that now that my mom is working on the other side of town she leaves early and then I have to wake up by myself, which is clearly a problem.

- Sleepyhead, - he said and I playfully tapped his arm while he laughed.

- Well, i'm, what can I say? Sleeping is the best thing in the world. - I said. - Did you do the history homework?

- Wich history homework? - He stopped suddenly looking at me in shock.

- Harrison Osterfield, you are not going to tell me that you forgot the work that I talked about it every day for almost a month. - I said putting my hand on my waist scolding him.

- Well ... I completely forgot. - Haz said scratching the back of his head with the face of a stray dog. -I was busy decorating the lines from the play.

- Wow Harrison, that way you will fail and then you'll came crying to me.

- Ok mom, sorry! But was it for today? Can I copy it and give it to you later?

- Ok, but just this time, and do me a favor to exchange practically all the words I used or i'll be in trouble. - I said taking out my briefcase, while he held my backpack and I handed him my work.

- I love you... - he said giving me back my backpack and hugging me, kissing my head afterwards.

- And I don't love you at all, bummer. - I giggled and we rounded the corner of the school.

Tom was already leaning against the side of the gate with his backpack between his legs, talking to a guy who was doing theater with him and Harrison. He was laughing at something, wearing a black hoodie, his hair was a little messy under his hood and his nose was slightly red from the cold. For some reason my stomach did some flips as we approached.

Harrison and Tom were very handsome, there was no denying it, they were half nerds, half bad boys (in the sense of forgetting to study for the exam or not doing their homework once in a while), they did theater, they were nice and got along very well with girls since they started puberty. As for me, I was the nerd who was always concerned about grades and getting into the journalism college, I didn't always have excellent grades, but they were enough to pass or impress the professors when I felt inspired. I wasn't popular, but not a completely ghost too, because being best friends with the boys ended up calling attention in some way.

The only boyfriend I had was a guy named Steven, and also my first kiss, to at age 15, but we broke up last year. Steven was cool, but we had different views on things and use to think about completely different futures, so we thought it was best to broke up. And since then I'm alone and very well, thank you.

But since I broke up with Stev, for some reason I've started to have some weird feelings for Tom. Weird in the meaning of being shy around him, with whatever he does, or whatever words he exchanges with me. Which is ridiculous, because he's my childhood friend, and I never felt any of that with Haz, so why with him I feel? I always saw Haz as my brother, but with Tom it's different, and I never understood why.

Anyway, here I was with my heart beating faster and faster as we approached. As soon as we got close, Tom waved goodbye to the guy he was talking. He grabbed his backpack off the floor and patted Haz on the back, kissing my forehead afterwards, which I immediately feel my cheeks burning with embarrassing, but no one realized.

- Hey mates! Finally! I thought you weren't coming anymore.- he said as the three of us went through the gate towards the school.

- The madam here, was the one who ended up sleeping too much, I was also waiting a long time.- Haz said and I rolled my eyes, making Tom smile.

- I understand Y/n, I also love sleeping... By the way, I said I was waiting a long time, but actually I just arrived. - He laughed - Your mother started working on that flower shop, right?

- Yeah! She started today, so I'm still getting used to waking up just with the alarm without my mom pulling me from under the covers by my hair.- I replied and they both laughed.

- Which class do you guys have now? - Tom asked as we went up the stairs to the first floor where the class rooms were.

-Math- Haz said, rolling his eyes. - Actually, I really have to go, because if I show up a second late again Mr. Jones will kill me. - he said giving us a brief wave and running to the opposite side.

- I have philosophy, thank God, one of my favorite subjects.- I said raising my hands to the sky as a joke and Tom laughed.

- Wow y/n, I thought your favorite subject was biology and English.- he said and I stuck out my tongue, but feeling a little warm inside, these subjects were the ones we had together.

- Anyway, see you later? I have physics now unfortunately.

- Yeah, I'll be at our new favorite place. - I giggle, it had been a week since me, Haz and Tom found a perfect place to stay during the break, which was on the back of the school, on a hill next to a tree, where we had a full view of the students down there. It was perfect, because the warm morning sun was shining and we'd be left on the ground gossiping and watching what others were doing.

- See you there shortie. -Tom said kissing the top of my head, giving me a wink and leaving towards his class room.

- Look who's talking. - I said loudly for him to hear and he showed me his middle finger from a distance, laughing at my face.

I turned around smiling and headed towards my class. The first two classes were normal, nothing new, I was still a little sleepy, so I ended up almost sleeping in the second geography class, where I was almost kicked out by Mr Wilson, who let It pass this time. The alarm hit indicating it was break time and I thanked God, practically running to stay out in the sun.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and my headphones, hitting play on Radiohead's Subterranean Homesick Alien song and walking outside. I saw Steven with his new girlfriend Lily right on the way out, they were talking, hugging each other and looked very happy, he saw me and gave a smile from a distance where I reciprocated. Our break up went very well, without resentment, which made me happy.

I walked up the small hill and saw Haz and Tom already at our meeting place. Tom was lying down looking at the sky while Haz was sitting propped up in the tree.

- Did you guys miss me? - I said sitting next to Haz.

- Yeah, we were even thinking about how we could handle living without you y/n- Haz said and Tom chuckled.

- I know you two love me. - I said shrugging.

- In fact, we were arguing when you're going to have a new boyfriend. - Tom said and I froze.

- And who said I want a new boyfriend? I asked raising my eyebrow.

- We know you y/n, you starting to have your head in the clouds lately, always retweeting couple things and posting romantic songs, I can see that you're falling in love again.- Tom said, still looking at the sky.

- I agree. - Haz said taking the side of my earphone and putting into his ear. - She's even listening to Radiohead! And you always listen to Radiohead when you're in love. - I gave them a sarcastic laugh and pulled the earphone of his ear turning off the music making Haz laugh.

- You guys are idiots, I'm fine alone thank you, I just want to focus on my studies from now on. - I said and they both made a "hmm" in unison, making me roll my eyes.

- Actually, we were discussing where we're going to celebrate my 17th birthday tomorrow.- Tom said changing the subject, turning his head and covering the sun with his hand to look at me.

-Tomorrow is your birthday?- I asked pretending to be surprise and Tom rolled his eyes playfully.

- I know you two always look forward to my birthday, because you love me and want to surprise me.- he said and Haz and I laughed ironically. - But Marcos offered his house, because his parents are traveling, so we could make a cool party there! So I was thinking about calling the theater people and some of our friends like Julian, Tuwaine and etc, maybe getting some drinks too... - Tom said sitting down and cleaning some leaves that were stuck on his hoodie.

- I think it's a good idea, I'm not much of partying or drinking, but with you both I always have fun.- I said and Haz rested his head on my shoulder.

- Good to know we make you happy Y/n. - Haz said and I giggle patting his head.

- So we meet tomorrow? You guys want to stop by my house so we could go together?

- Actually, I have to go to my granny first, so I'll go from there.- Haz said and Tom gave him a thumbs up.

- Y/n you can go? Around 7pm it's ok?

-Of course Tommy. - I said and he smiled at the nickname.

- Okay, I'll wait for you at 7pm and I'll send you the address, mate.- he said to Haz as we got up listening to the bell ringing indicating the break was over.

- Deal!- Haz said.

- Deal. - I also said as we went down back to class.

The last classes were history, the subject I had with Haz and he returned my homework, assuring me that he had changed the words. We spend the whole class sending notes talking about nonsense and making jokes. Haz and I were pretty good at sending notes without the professor seeing.

But I confess I was puzzled by what the boys had said earlier, how did they have the impression that I was in love? I wasn't, was I? Was I showing too much that i had feelings for Tom? I don't know, I just know that the whole story had left me with immense anxiety.

The class was over and I said goodbye to Haz, because he had theater with Tom and I didn't have any extra activities that day. The only days that i had something was on monday, tuesday and thursday, when I have a school reinforcement to improve my notes to enter college. Which was a relief, since I had to run to the mall to look for a gift to give Tom for his birthday. I had been looking for weeks and I didn't find anything interesting to give to my best friend. Best friend isn't it? Nothing more than this...

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a/n: if you liked and want to be tagged on the next chapters let me know! 😊

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland friends to lovers #tom holland angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland series

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doctenwho · 4 years ago

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Ten’s First (real) Halloween

Hello! Thank so much for the prompt! Sorry this is a day late, I meant to do it yesterday, but got distracted carving a pumpkin spiderman and sitting on the step with my mom to greet trick or treaters! I hope you all had a great Halloween though!

I should probably start off saying that I’ve never seen Pulp Fiction, and I also don’t Halloween party at all. Hopefully this turned out good anyways. I jumped ahead a bit with the prompts to do this one before I felt too awkward to complete it. Can’t really post a Halloween fic mid November, but I’m back to sticking to the order things come in!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,557

Summary: A Halloween fic, read the prompt above!

(Gif doesn’t belong to me, credit to the creator!)

“I’ve decided,” you told the Doctor as you made your way into the console room and plopped yourself down on the chair. You looked up the Doctor’s profile from behind, grinning to yourself.

The Doctor froze where he was fiddling around with the console, turning to look at you with a questioning glance. He raised an eyebrow in question, eyeing you up and down before he finally replied with a confused, “decided what, exactly?”

“What we’re going to be for Halloween!” you chirped excitedly. You reclined back in the chair, grinning brightly at the Doctor as he blinked at you. “I’ve been thinking for weeks now, and I’ve finally picked out perfect costumes for us!”

“Uh?” the Doctor finally turned towards you, leaning back against the console and crossing his feet in front of him. The man cocked his head to the side, expressing a confusion you didn’t often see from him, “costumes?”

“Of course,” you gave a serious nod, crossing your arms across your chest to express the seriousness of the conversation, “costumes take a lot of thought, Doctor.”

“I believe you,” the Doctor responded, frowning thoughtfully at you, “I’m just... well, not quite sure what you’re on about, if I’m honest. Why are you so excited about this?”

“What?” you blinked in surprise, “you don’t know about Halloween? I thought you were an expert on everything earth?”

“No,” the Doctor straightened, “I know of the day, of course I do--” he gestured to himself, “Time-Lord, remember? I’ve visited the very first of each earth holiday through the years, All-Hallows Eve included—well, Samhain at least. Saw that and never bothered returning around the month of October.”

He eyed you for a second before continuing, “what I just can’t seem to understand is why you’d be excited for bonfires and the human race feeling the need to wear monster masks to ward off ghosts—which by the way, would not help at all.”

You stared at the man for a second, then another before you finally blinked at him, “so, you’re telling me you haven’t seen Halloween on earth since like the eighteenth century?”

“More like the eighth century,” the Doctor corrected, scrunching his face up in distaste, “wasn’t a fan then, not a fan now. I’m more of a Christmas guy, I suppose.”

“The holiday has completely changed,” you told him, standing from your seat and moving towards him in excitement, “it’s not like... well, that anymore. Very few fires, and the dressing up is more for fun than to hide from, uhm, ghosts? It’s parties, and trick-or-treating door to door for sweets, and getting scared!”

“Really?” the Doctor scrunched his nose up, eyeing you where you stood before him with a bright smile.

“Yeah,” you smiled, leaning into his space, “it’s for fun now, we’ve swayed a bit from hiding away from ghosts. Just modern traditions now.”

“I see,” the Doctor hummed, turning back towards the TARDIS console. “Sounds interesting.”

“It is,” you agreed with a smile, moving to stand beside him and observe his hands moving fluently along the knobs and dials on the console, “so, what do you think about heading to earth for Halloween this year?”

The Doctor turned his head towards you, gave you a crooked smile, “nah.”

And then you were landing.

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“Come on,” you pleaded, “I’ve got the perfect costumes picked out for us, and it’ll look dumb if I go by myself when the costume is supposed to be a couples costume!”

The Doctor gave you a sideways glance, “and what are these costumes?”

You’d let the conversation drop earlier (or rather, had gotten dragged into another space mess you and the Doctor needed to clean up), but you weren’t about to drop the subject. Now you had a personal mission to reintroduce the Doctor to modern Halloween and all its glory.

“Okay,” you grinned, “so, I was planning on being Mia Wallace—I can pull it off, don’t you think? Actually, it doesn’t matter, it’s Halloween. Anyways, I think you’d make a great Vincent Vega. Plus, it would look weird if I showed up as Mia but I didn’t have a Vincent, right? I don’t think people would even know who we were if we didn’t show up together.”

“And... who’re these people?”

“They’re characters from Pulp Fiction,” you explained. “It’s a popular film down on earth—I can’t believe you’ve never heard of it.”

“Right,” the Doctor gave a nod, but you were sure he didn’t really understand what you were talking about. It was nice he pretended too thought. “I never agreed to this... costume thing. Doesn’t sound much different from hiding from ghosts to me. You’ll still be changing your appearance to hide.”

“It’s completely different, and we’re not hiding, it’s for fun,” you scoffed, slightly offended, but not really since this was the Doctor, “we’re going to a party, my cousin’s Halloween party. And besides, the characters don’t even have masks, they’re regular people. Clothes, makeup, wigs.”

“Well then, this holiday really has strayed from its roots then, hasn’t it?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “I don’t think it’s changed much.”

The Doctor gave you a tilt of his head,smile small, “right, well, you didn’t get to experience Samhain, now did you? You’ve got nothing to compare current Halloween too.” You pouted at the man, but he didn’t seem too bothered as he continued fiddling with the TARDIS.

“It really is fun,” you attempted, “it’s probably super different from the first Halloween you didn’t like, but, like, in a good way. Halloween is the best! And all my friends will be there, and the costumes are always great—there's a costume contest.”

“I can always drop you off,” the Doctor suggested with a glance back at you. “You know I’d never keep you here against your will, just say the word and I’ll return you to earth.”

“No,” you groaned, “that ruins the fun. I can’t show up alone again,” you sighed slumping in the chair, “if you’re not going there’s barely a point in me going. I want to have fun with you, and celebrate the holiday with you. Besides, I’ve already got the costumes made up. You had everything in your collection of clothes for a Vincent costume, and I already had most of Mia’s clothes. It’s perfect, Doctor!”

“Gatherings aren’t for me,” the Doctor replied, “friends and family of my companions? Nothing ever goes right when the friends and families of companions know of me and where I take you, believe me on that one.”

“But it’s Halloween,” you pouted, “no one will be asking about any of that, not one says anything serious. And we don’t have to stay for long, we can just pop in and leave. I just... want to show you that it’s changed, Doctor. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, and I want to share that with you.”

“(Y/N),” the Doctor turned to you, frowning. He was giving you that look he always did when he was about to disappoint you and hated doing it. He stared at you for a moment before he sighed heavily, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” you blinked in surprise, “really?”

“Not a yes,” the man continued with a serious voice, “but I’ll think about it, alright?”

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If you knew anything about older people, it was that a maybe wasn’t much more than a no. It was a no that left the receiver hopeful of a positive outcome. A failsafe, for the person to say maybe, so they could say no later, and not outright say it. Because a maybe left room for a yes, or, a more likely no.

So, as much as the maybe was progress, it was still basically a no. And you wouldn’t settle for an open-ended no. If the Doctor really didn’t want to go, you’d leave it after today. But you couldn’t settle for a devastating no closer to Halloween when you’d had your hopes up for so long.

“Pleaseee?” you begged. It was just about the time you’d usually head off to bed and leave the Doctor to his own devices for the night. You sat curled up on the chair in the console room, warm in pajamas as you watched the Doctor do whatever it was he usually did in the evening.

This was the last time you’d ask for the Doctor to accompany you to the Halloween party. You weren’t going to force—not that you were sure you even could if you tried. He was superior to you, not that he pointed it out often. You’d rather a no than a maybe that got your hopes up.

You just really wanted to go this party with someone else, and who better than the Doctor? You’d always gone alone, or with friends, and your cousin always teased you about it. But what would he say when you showed up with someone? Someone as cool (and strange) as the Doctor?

And in matching costumes as well, it would be adorable, and finally break your cousin from his teasing.

“You’re not gonna give up on this, are you?”

The Doctor hadn’t bothered looking away from his fiddling at the console, but you could hear some humor in his voice, “then again, I expect nothing less from humans who travel with me. I’d be persistent as well.”

“So you’ll come?” you perked up where you were slumped into the seat. “And don’t give me another maybe, I want a real answer, Doctor.”

“Yes, fine. Alright.” The man tipped his head in your direction, giving a small smile, “we can visit Halloween and go to your cousin’s party.”

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“(Y/N)!” Your cousin greeted brightly, dressed as a vampire with fake blood smeared across his mouth. “You’re here,” he continued, pulling you into a hug, “haven’t heard from you in a bit, wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

“Wasn’t sure I would make it,” you explained honestly, “had trouble convincing my friend to join me.”

“Friend?” you cousin raised an eyebrow, looking around you easily, “and, where is this friend?”

“He’s... parking,” you shrugged.

“He’s?” your cousin teased while waggling his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest as you scoffed.

“Yes, he’s,” you groaned, stressing the word in annoyance, “cut it out. Don’t act so surprised that I’ve brought a friend. And really don’t around him, got it?”

“I wasn’t,” he raised his hands in mock surrender, smile wide and teasing in a cousin-y way. Then, he was gesturing down to your costume, “now, what’re you supposed to be anyways?”

You almost groaned at your cousin not knowing your Mia Wallace costume, but you knew it was because your Vincent Vega wasn’t here with you. You opened your mouth to respond in a snarky reply, but before you could, the door was opening and your Vincent Vega was walking in with a hesitant expression.

“Over here!” You called him over with a wave. You watched as the man’s expression settled on you, before he was stepping towards you and stopping at your side, eyeing your cousin.

“This is... your friend?” your cousin tilted his head, eyeing the Doctor with a sideways glance.

“’ello!” the Doctor grinned from your side, hesitance waning for the sake of proper introduction, which he really did love. The man gave your cousin a friendly wave, “I’m the Doctor.”

“The Doctor?” your cousin blinked at the Doctor before turning his confusion to you. You gave your relative a grin, setting your hand on the Doctor’s shoulder before nodding. “Alright, well,” your cousin clapped his hands together in an inviting gesture, “(Y/N), Doctor, enjoy the party then! Everyone’s here, and they’re all dying to see you!”

By everyone, your cousin really did mean everyone. The two of you had grown up in the same neighborhood, had gone to the same school and of course, had the same group of friends. Everyone you knew, your cousin knew as well. So, everyone really would be here.

You turned your head to watch as more people entered your cousin’s house, he threw a wave at them before grinning, “mingle,” he suggested, “I’ve gotta go play host some more. Have fun!”

You watched your cousin disappear to talk to the newcomers, a group of his sports friends you hadn’t seen in years. Some threw a wave back at you, and you returned it easily.

When you turned back to the Doctor he was looking around at everyone already mingling, eyed following around to the activities and dancing going on, “these people,” he mumbled, “they’re dressed as creatures. A mummy, a siren—is that a clown? Your cousin was a vampire...”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “and we’re dressed up as Mia and Vincent—and my friend over there is a pirate, and that guy is Mario. It’s all make believe, just for fun.”

“Right,” the Doctor gave a nod.

“Now,” you called excitedly, “let’s go see the jack-o-lanterns and carved pumpkins, ooh, and we can bob for apples. Haven’t done that in years.”

“I’m sorry, what?” the Doctor tilted his head at you, but he looked curious. And a curious Doctor was a fun Doctor.

“I’ll show you,” you promised, “it’s fun. Trust me.” You grabbed the man’s hand, not waiting for a response as you dragged him through the party to where the music was the loudest and the activities were set up.

The Doctor loved the activities, as far as you could tell, at least. He dove right into bobbing for apples, competing good naturedly with some of the other guys surrounding the tub of water. You’d decided against dunking your head in the water, in fear that your Mia makeup would run and smear if wet.

You’d barely put any on the Doctor, but he still somehow managed to look like Vincent. You still couldn’t believe that the clothing the Doctor was wearing right now had been on the TARDIS already. You’d barely had to add anything to the look.

Every activity you stumbled upon; the Doctor seemed to enjoy. He even carved a pumpkin (an image of a Dalek, which he’d done when you mentioned people liked to carve scary things in the spirit of the holiday). People didn’t know what it was, but they all loved his creativity and carving.

“So, who’s the handsome lad you brought with you tonight?” You looked to your side, where your longest friend was standing beside you. “And better question, where do I find one of my own?”

“His name’s the Doctor,” you informed, before grinning, “and he’s one of a kind. Sorry.”

“Figures,” your friend sighed, not even questioning the man’s name like you’d thought they would’ve, “the two of you are cute together, he seems to really like you.”

You opened your mouth to deny the fact when your friend continued on, “I mean, he’d have to like you a lot to do a couples costume. I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.”

“I’m not,” you swallowed, “we’re just friends. And we’re just matching. Where’s the harm in that?”

“Sure,” your friend shrugged, “and I’m the Queen of England. You dressed him up in a costume matching yours and you try to tell me he’s just a friend?”

“Just friends,” you insisted, but you knew you were blushing, “and leave him alone, would you? He’s... not like us. He’s never had a Halloween like this.”

“Sure,” your friend shrugged, “I just wanted to check in before you take off like you always do and I don’t see you for months. And now, you come back with this boyfriend no one’s ever seen, hopefully you don’t make a habit of that.”

“Not my boy-”

“Yeah, yeah,” your friend laughed, “maybe not yet. Best friend’s intuition, it’ll happen, (Y/N).” Your friend gave you a teasing grin before leaving you to watch the Doctor carve the finishing touches on his Dalek pumpkin.

Your friend teasing you was just the beginning of it. The amount of times old friends of yours came up to you and asked if you and the Doctor were dating, or if the Doctor was your boyfriend, or, even commenting that they didn’t know you were seeing someone was absurd. And everyone commenting on how amazing the two of you looked as Mia and Vincent (or just the matching, couple-y costumes in general if they didn’t know the characters) was overwhelming.

And the Doctor would just grin brightly and wrap his arm around your shoulders or peck your cheek while you tried to tell people he was not, in fact, your boyfriend. At least he was having a good time.

The teasing smile he gave you whenever someone would walk away after assuming the two of you were together would almost be annoying if it weren’t for the brightness of the smile.

“Maybe I was wrong,” the Doctor said when the two of you finally stepped out of the party.

The Doctor had made his way through every activity, debunked anything that was supposed to be scary for you (even if he didn’t need too), and greeted everyone in attendance with cheerfulness. You were almost certain he’d enjoyed himself, at least a little.

“Wrong?” you prompted, taking his hand and leading him down your cousin’s driveway and away from the party.

“A bit,” the man shrugged, “that was pretty nice. Maybe I don’t hate Halloween after all. All the dangerous creatures around us, but nothing trying to harm us, eh? What a change of pace.”

“That’s the fun of it,” you agreed with a smile, “just for tonight, you can be anything you want. No one will tell you you look weird, everyone just goes with the flow.”

“You humans are strange creatures, you know? Now, I still don’t know about the costumes though,” the man pulled on his shirt, “not sure I pull it off, y’know?”

“You look fine.”

The two of you walked slowly towards the TARDIS. The Doctor had parked the space and time machine a bit away from the party, like you’d suggested so no one would find it and the night of tricks. You could barely imagine the Doctor’s rage had the TARDIS been egged or, covered in toilet paper as a stupid Halloween prank.

A couple costumed children ran past you, laughing and giggling as they moved up the walkway of the house you were currently walking in front of. The Doctor paused to watch, and you stopped as well.

“Trick or treat!” the youngsters cheered when the door was pulled open. You strained to hear the conversation as the woman to answer the door cooed at their costumes and dropped some sweets into their trick or treat bags.

“What’re they doing?” the Doctor turned to look at you.

“Trick or treating,” you explained, “it’s something the kids do every year. Houses hand out sweets and the children go door to door collecting them in costume. It’s fun,” you told him, “there’s nothing better when you’re little.”

“Did you?” The Doctor asked softly, still observing the bright smiles on the children’s faces as the moved onto the next house.

“’course,” you grinned, “did the whole neighborhood every year. Loads of sweets to eat.”

The man’s expression brightened into a wide smile, “let’s do it!” he exclaimed, “c’mon, (Y/N), trick or treat with me, I know you want too! Live a little!”

“Doctor...” you paused, looking at the man’s wide eyes, bright with a childish glow. He was nothing but a child on the inside. And you should know that, if you hadn’t already, by the way that man had been mesmerized by all the activities at the party.

You really didn’t have the heart to tell the man that adults didn’t trick or treat, and that it was actually kind of frowned upon. Trick or treating was really for the young kids, and usually stopped around teen years. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to say, especially not when he was bouncing on his feels in excitement. “Sure, Doctor. Let’s go to a couple houses.”

Surprisingly, no one made any fuss about the Gallifreyan trick or treating at their houses. It was almost like everyone could sense the man had no ill intent, and really just wanted to experience trick or treating. It was like those who answered the doors could tell he’d never been before, and was overjoyed at the thought just like any other kid to come to their home.

The two of you returned to the TARDIS a bit later than you’d thought, pockets full of sweets and candies handed out by the lovely homeowners you’d visited.

“I’ve changed my mind,” the man called as he emptied his pockets onto the TARDIS console. You were sure that they’d be shot around the room in the next few minutes, but didn’t really mind, “that,” he gestured to the door, “was brilliant. Halloween is brilliant. You... you humans, you’re all brillant!”

“Thanks, I think,” you snorted. “So, you had fun then?”

“Oh yeah,” the man grinned, “loads’ve it! I’ve really been missing out, haven’t I? Trick or treating, and Halloween, who’d’ve thought it could be that fun?”

You resisted rolling your eyes, since you’d tried to tell him that earlier. It wasn’t worth it, not when the Doctor was in just a good mood.

“You know, (Y/N),” the Doctor called, not looking away from what he was doing.

“Hm?”

“Next year, we’ll dress up as Thijarians. We’ll definitely win the costume contest dressed as Thijarians.”

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Hope you enjoyed! And sorry it’s a day late! I would say prompt me again if it’s not what you’re looking for, but I’ll feel wird posting a Halloween fic a ways after Halloween. Hope you all had a good holiday (and stayed safe!).

Thank you to the person who prompted this, I hope you enjoyed it!

#Tenth Doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #10th doctor #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor x you #doctor who #doctor who 2005 #reader insert #writing prompt #prompt #halloween #fanfiction #fanfic

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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The Never-Ending Roadtrip (kmart’s haunted)

Summary: (part 1) Reader has joined Douxie on the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company. (part 2) - Missouri 1 (part 3)

Warnings: swearing, very light spooky?

Word Count: 2245

A/N: so we’ve established that Doux wasn’t the one who burnt the bookstore, but they don’t know that. look, have you been in a Kmart recently? its apocalyptic. also, you know that post about people repeating their default work greetings by accident? yeah

“Do you want me to split the bill or?” The waitress asked, not sure if the group at the table was a young couple and their child or just three college kids hanging out. It was kind of hard to tell. On one hand, that one kid was so small, wearing a little deer costume, and had been helped to order. The other two radiated the energy of an old married couple and talked mainly to each other. But on the other hand, college kids are just like that sometimes.

“Nah, I got it.”

“What? No. I’m paying for us.” Douxie insisted.

“I have the cash, Doux.” (Name) turned to the waitress. She put some honey in her voice. “Just bring us one bill, please.” The waitress nodded nervously before heading off.

“No. I don’t want you paying for too many things while we’re traveling. You’re unemployed.”

“And who’s fault is that Mr. Mephits-Are-Vulnerable-To-Fire? You fucking burned down the store and put us both out of work here.” Nari was squirming at the negative vibes going on. It helped that she didn’t exactly understand what was going on.

“It was magic fire!” Douxie interjected in outrage. He looked so cute when he got defensive.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” (Name) shook her head, looking up to the ceiling. She let out a huff, “look, I invited myself onto this trip, Douxie. I want to pull my own weight. You’re going to have to let me pay for something eventually.”

“We’ll see about that, Love,” he said as he grabbed the ticket from the waitress’s hands as quick as lightning, tucked his card in and gave it right back before (Name) could further protest.

“Ugh! FINE! Then I’m getting the tip.” She pulled out a tenner and slapped it onto the table. She glared right back into Douxie’s hazel eyes. He glared right back into hers with a matched intensity. Nari looked back and forth between the two and whimpered. (Name) broke the standoff to assure Nari that they weren’t actually angry at each other so she shouldn’t be worried. That seemed to ease the forest child a bit but not by too much. She could still feel the weird aura they were putting off.

“Okay! So here’s your check back and here’s that lox bagel you ordered to go.” The waitress handed (Name) a doggy bag.

(Name) took the bag gingerly. A big fake smile spread across her face as she was momentarily possessed by that good spirit of customer service. “Thank you! I hope your experience was spellbinding! Have a magical day!” (Name) said on autopilot in that high-pitched voice and winked exaggeratedly. It was like she was an NPC and her talk button had been accidentally pushed. The waitress laughed forcibly and scurried away to the kitchen. Douxie cracked up.

“You do know that when I told you to say all that stuff after ringing people up, I was hazing you, right?”

“Oh yes, I am completely aware, Doux. Did you think I’d not pick up on how ridiculous that sounds? But I still say it to spite you.”

He shook his head. “Of course.”

***

Archie scarfed down his bagel sandwich with almost disturbing speed. It was like watching the void consume, well, a bagel sandwich. It just disappeared. Down his furry maw and out of existence. Being a dragon works up an appetite, after all. (Name) was a bit baffled and asked him if she should go get him another bagel. He assured her that the one was just fine and said something about trying to catch some birds later. She leaned back on her elbows against the boat’s railing, trying and failing to not think about the details of that.

Douxie cleared his throat. “So,” He folded his hands together for emphasis, “Since the subject of money came up earlier, I think we should also discuss the topic of our accommodations.”

“Well, you two obviously cannot afford lodging every night.” Archie snarked, flicking his tail.

“Thank you, for that, Arch. No, I was thinking more along the lines of a tent.”

“A tent?” the cat asked incredulously.

“Oh, that could work.” (Name) pointed at Douxie animatedly, “keep us close to nature for Nari. And also could keep our possible property damage bills down. Good idea, Doux.”

“Thank you,” Douxie puffed up, “see Arch? Someone appreciates my ideas-”

“Wait. That’ll be a short-term solution. We’re just barely into September. It’s going to be much, much colder in about a month. By October it’ll be too cold to bear. Even if we all huddle together like penguins.”

Doux looked away to hide his blush at the suggestion. “That is a problem. Okay, um-”

“Maybe we could just cross that bridge when we get there? Who knows what could happen between now and then. We could find so temp work in a little town somewhere.” (Name) shrugged, smirking at Doux. She didn’t want to admit that ‘we could be dead by then’ was also definitely a possibility on the table, so she tried to further distract from that thought. “Maybe we’ll find a creepy abandoned cabin in the woods we can squat in. Maybe some nice trolls will take us in as novelty pets. Maybe my rich Aunty Josie could just suddenly die under some ‘mysterious circumstances’ and leave her lavish fortune to her beloved niece,” she smirked at Doux, “I dunno, just spit ballin’ here.”

“I’m electing to ignore that you just suggested we ice your aunt because you were onto something there.”

“I was?” Her tone was a mixture of sarcasm and disbelief.

“Yes! New Jersey!

“New Jersey?” The wheels turned. “Oh! New Jersey!”

Nari looked confused. “What is special about this ‘New Jersey’?” she asked

Both Douxie and (Name) turned to her, “Trolls.” They said in sync.

***

(Name) stood there with her hands in her pockets. Somehow this Kmart was still standing, out here in The-Middle-Of-Fucking-Nowhere, Missouri. She was standing here, in a Kmart. It might as well have been 1986. There was barely anything on the shelves. Half the shelves themselves were missing. The floor had a layer of grime to it, in spite of the wet floor sign along with the shiny patches that said that it had clearly been mopped recently. The air smelled like something (Name) couldn’t quite place, but it was nostalgic. A strange scent that took her back to her childhood. Or at least she thought it was her childhood. It had to have been. Taking deep breaths, she couldn’t quite get enough of it.

Continuing that vibe, a muzak 80’s tune played over the speakers. Funny enough, despite (Name)’s brain seeming to recognize that it was playing a song from the 80’s, she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it as to which. Every time she thought she’d figured it out, she’d hear a few notes that would somehow change her mind. It was a pop song at least, to narrow it down. It’d been going on for about six minutes now. Must be one of those extended tracks.

She’d ask Douxie what he thought the song was. She turned her attention to him and noticed he was still just staring at that same shelf like he had been for, what, ten minutes now? Even though this fucking Kmart barely had any shelving in it, by some miracle it not only had exactly what they were looking for but an entire aisle of them. How lucky was that.

Douxie was taking very careful consideration into this tent purchase. This was going to be their new home, after all. He just couldn’t decide which one was best. They all had fancy camping terms on the packages that meant nothing to him. He’d been trying to decipher the code. The secret outdoorsman code. Nari shifted uncomfortably in the basket.

“Hisirdoux, you should maybe, hurry this along?” She sounded strained.

But she was right. He should just pick one already. It’s all a gamble anyway. He decided on a dark green one that boasted a water-proof material. Good natural color, not easily spotted, and it wouldn’t soak through with rain. That should work well enough, he figured.

“I’ve hurried along. Sorry Nari.” He casually tossed the box into the cart next to her. She sniffed the box and nodded to him.

Now that they had their goal item, the quest party started for the checkouts. Douxie could have sworn that it had been on the side of the store they were in. They had passed it when they came in. Now it was completely across by the other door. Did he get turned around? Or maybe they did come in from that side of the store. He actually couldn’t remember.

As they walked, a few things caught (Name)’s eye. They passed a display of dark leafy plants in oddly shaped pots, a table stacked high with various books and a clearance sign, a knife case that had been left open, a candle display with a few that had already been lit and were dripping wax, a bargain bin of CDs, and lastly a sad box of no-longer-in-season pool noodles. There was a sale on bloodmeal apparently. Perfect for perking up those roses after the summer heat.

They arrived at the checkout after what felt like an endless journey. (Name) hadn’t noticed any other customers the entire time they had been there, and yet the line for the only check open had seven people in it. She grabbed a couple bags of red licorice from the impulse shelf to add to their cart while waiting.

Nari was really interested in that checker. (Name) took her in. The teen was taller than most and had very, very long blonde hair that cascaded down her back like a shiny golden waterfall. Her cheeks were slightly sunken in. Must be going through a diet phase. Poor girl.

The young woman was obviously not one for small talk. Name couldn’t blame her. Retail sucks. Her perfect red fingernails clicked against the keys of the register in a practiced beat. She turned around and told them their total in a bored monotone. As Douxie fiddled with his wallet and payed, (Name) found herself staring right into the cashier’s eyes. They were such a light icy blue, they were almost white. It was striking. (Name) was almost in a trance. It was broken as the cashier turned around swiftly to rip off the receipt off the machine, and, in an uncharacteristically cheery voice, told them to have a nice night. Night?

They returned the cart back to the stack, grabbing their one singular shopping bag and helping Nari out. Of course Nari could easily just jump out herself, but that wouldn’t be something a human child could do. They didn’t need to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves here. They made their way to the automatic sliding doors that lagged so that they didn’t open until you were standing right in front of them. This allowed Douxie time to catch a glimpse of the reflection in the glass. The reflection of the store was completely devoid of people. Not even the checker was at her station. He sucked in a breath. After walking through those first doors, he stopped. He took a moment to turn back. There she was, right where she should be, checking out another customer with three more in the line.

Douxie hurried along the doorway to catch up to (Name) and Nari. It was darker outside than he expected, and he was taken aback. He found them right outside the store, waiting for him. In one hand, (Name) was holding Nari’s, in the other, the plastic shopping bag. Her head was tipped up to the sky, transfixed by the moon. He came over, grabbing her shoulder as he pulled her along, in an attempt to urge her away from this place. She looked back at him, eyes wide with distress. He tried to convey that he understood with his eyes. All three of them instinctually knew not to say anything more why they were still in this parking lot.

It had barely been half past noon when they had started this little Kmart side quest. It was now at least seven by the looks of it. They had spent six and a half hours in a Kmart? How had they spent six and a half hours in a Kmart. There went their entire travel day. But no time to dwell on this, they needed to get back to Archie and the boat as soon as possible.

As they walked back towards the ship, (Name) and Douxie both took one of Nari’s hands so that she was in the middle, like how those couples walk with their children. The streetlights glared up at them in the slick pavement. Apparently, it had rained while they were in shopping limbo. Poor Arch. (Name) let out a puff of air.

“Well. That sure was something.”

Douxie nervously chuckled, “If we had stayed in there any longer, I think we might have died.” (Name) mirrored that nervous chuckle.

“Oh, no, dying would be much simpler than what would have happened to us.” Nari said sweetly, like what she was saying was somehow better. Nari liked being helpful. (Name) put on her best fake smile.

“Thank you, Nari.” She tried her best to sound as sincere as possible to spare the veggie lady’s feelings.

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux casperan imagine #douxie #toa douxie #toa wizards #my writing #the never ending roadtrip

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omgnctchina · 5 years ago

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COLLEGE SOCCER PLAYER JEONGHAN

a/n: this is the first time i’m doing something like this so i am SO sorry if it SUCKS

a/n pt 2: i actually hate it but am posting for @viastro

so like college sucks dude

it sucks a lot

but college sucked a lot less when you had activities to participate in

luckily Yoon Jeonghan, local college campus crush, had a soccer scholarship

and with that soccer scholarship, he was able to attend college

without it he wouldn’t be able to afford it

and he couldn’t really even do the things he wanted

like get a part time job or hang out with his friends more often than he does

it was always soccer, soccer, soccer

that’s all anybody ever saw

“yoon jeonghan, soccer player”

most didn’t care about his dreams, his hobbies

it was always how he played soccer and how hot he looked doing so

only his friends knew what he actually wanted to do

he wanted to teach young kids about music

music was almost like a guilty pleasure for him

even if he was always seen with headphones, most didn’t know he was as passionate as he was about music

he was practically miserable but he couldn’t do anything about it

his best friends, joshua hong and choi seungcheol, often encouraged him to be more open about what he wants to do but

nobody really cared, jeonghan decided

so he minded his own business

he kept to himself and to his friends

he didn’t bother with dating as everyone on campus saw him as the hunky soccer guy and didn’t care to get to know him more

but because he didn’t seem to want to date

it made him more desirable

because you want what you can’t have 😌

anyways

he hides around the college campus alot

because girls like to follow him around and it creeps him out

rightfully so

and they all watch him during soccer practice

he just wants to survive college

but coincidentally

thats how he meets YOU

one day while hes double cheeked up on a tuesday afternoon

he has a free period

where he has to find a hiding place to study in peace

and as he’s hiding in the back of the library

you, the library assistant, find him

making eye contact with him, his eyes widen

you open your mouth to ask him something

and he rushes towards you, covering your mouth with hand

and desperately whispers

“PLEASE DON’T SAY ANYTHING I JUST WANT TO STUDY”

completely concerned, you removed his hand for your mouth

and give him a weird look

and ask him

“are you okay?”

he continues to beg you not to reveal where he is

and you agree,,, only because you want to walk away from the conversation asap

but as he explains in panic as to why he was hiding

your heart softened and offered him a new hiding spot

underneath your desk where you check out books

no one would be able to see him

and he agreed because for some reason he trusts you

(and he thinks you’re very pretty but he won’t admit that)

(yet)

and so he keeps you company until the library closed

and you say goodbye to each other

you don’t expect to see him ever again

but what do you know!

you’re friends with one of his friends!

and you guessed it!

mingyu!!

...

i’m joking of course it’s wonwoo

anyways

since you’ve met jeonghan you’ve developed quite the crush on him

no one can blame you!!! he’s so attractive i swear i’ll pee myself if he ever looks at me directly

but you never admitted it out loud

and so when wonwoo invites you to his party you’re hesitant but he insists because he wants you to meet his friends

and he wants to set you up with jeonghan because he can tell jeonghan has a crush on the “librarian girl who helped me hide from the crazy girls”

so when you arrive

jeonghan answers the door

to which the both of you look like

*insert pikachu meme*

(i have it somewhere in my pictures but i have 17,178 photos and i am NOT going thru them all)

and wonwoo sees you and is like “y/n!!! :D”

and thats when jeonghan figures out your name because the two of you barely talked to each other

and you guys were too intimidated to get each others names

and he’s like

“ur name is very pretty ��”

and ur like

“omg thank you 🥺👉👈”

and he wants to BARF because god you are so PRETTY

and you ask him his name

and he answers

and you literally shit ur stomach out because

holy fuck this is THE jeonghan??? soccer god???

the one EVERYONE has a crush on???

and you helped him HIDE FROM THEM

you become even more nervous than you were originally

but jeonghan continues to talk to you and asks you questions about yourself

and you answer the best you can without sounding stoopid because you’re talking to JEONGHAN you can’t think straight

and you finally get to ask him questions

your go to is soccer because that’s what he’s known for

and you can tell

his mood changes when soccer is first discussed

you don’t know why

but you immediately changed the subject

to what he wanted to do with his life

which shocked him

someone cares enough to ask?

he doesn’t answer because he’s looking at you jaw dropped

and he asks you why you’re asking

and you’re completely confused and you answer honestly

“i’m curious about what you want to do?”

and he asks why you immediately dropped soccer after two questions and you again answer honestly

and he’s so shocked and so touched

that he hugs you

and whispers a thank you

and you return the hug because

he obviously needs it

and the night goes on

and eventually you say your goodbyes to everyone

but not before you and jeonghan exchange numbers ;)

you two text until you fall asleep

and text all day

and the cycle repeats

until about a couple months of getting to know each other

you guys officially hang out

and the entire time you guys are vibing

since the two of you became friends

both of your feelings for each other grew

and at the end of the hang out

the two of you are singing along to a song on the radio in a silly way

until a slow song comes on next

and he glances at you as you sway along to the song

and begins to sing softly

and your heart went OOPS

i’m in LOVE WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

he gets shy and blushy as he continues to sing

until the song ends

and ur clapping claiming he’s an amazing singer and that he should go pro

he just leans in and smooches you

you’re shocked for like a second

before you come to your senses and kiss him back

and bing bang boom yall are datings

which means you go to all of his games

and you get to wear his jersey

and his hoodies

and his clothes

and you get to hold his hand

he brings you food when you’re working at the library

when things are slow he comes to just hang out or study with you

and you’ll catch him after soccer practice and get a late dinner with him sometimes

you two are so cute and wonwoo takes all the credit for the two of you

seungcheol and joshua tease you two all the time but yall are just vibing its all good

pretty much all of seventeen calls you two mom and dad

and you’re constantly on the verge of fighting because

he still gets stalked occasionally

(he has to hold you back from swinging sometimes)

and although he’s still not as open about what he wants to do

you helped bring a part of him out

and he’s given you a family away from home

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k-llama-llama · 5 years ago

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Monsta X AU: 8th member

Zoey x Monsta X

Minhyuk decides that he needs to step up and fill a much needed role.

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“Why aren’t you getting ready?” Minhyuk asked, coming into the bedroom.

Zoey looked down at him, dropping her phone onto the pillow next to her. “Ready for what?”

“It’s Christmas.” He answered. “You know, family dinners and all that. Why aren’t you getting ready?”

“I’ve been going to Wonho’s house for the past few years.” She answered, staring up at the pictures on her ceiling.

“Yeah, and?”

“And...” Zoey sighed heavily. “Our management hinted very heavily that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go, in case anyone saw me.”

“What? When?” Minhyuk demanded. “They don’t get to just tell you who you’re allowed to spend Christmas with.”

“Yeah, actually, they do.” Zoey gave him a sad smile. “It’s okay, MinMin, I’ll be fine. You go, we don’t want to keep your family waiting.”

“But I...but we...” Minhyuk looked helplessly out into the living room. All of the other boys had already left, none of them even thinking to ask her where she was going. It had seemed to logical. She’d go to her family.

“I have a new drama to watch, anyways.” She offered. “It’ll be nice to have the house to myself.”

“If you’re...if you’re sure.” He said weakly.

“I’m sure.” She nodded. “Have a good night, and tell your mom hi for me, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight, Zo.” He turned and left the room.

The second her was gone, Zoey turned back to her ceiling. When she’d first moved in, her walls had been blank. She hadn’t had any friends or anyone that she cared to call her own. But now, years later, every inch of the space was covered in pictures. Of her, of her boys, of all of their friends, everywhere she looked was filled with reminders of the family she’d collected.

But today it was just reminding her of how alone she was.

She swallowed. It would be fine. If she just pretended it wasn’t Christmas, it could just be any other day. She’d watch her drama, make some spicy ramen, maybe paint her nails, and everything would be okay.

She was a terrible liar, even to herself.

The door to the bedroom burst open again, Minhyuk storming through.

“What’s wrong?” She started, sitting up straight. “Did you forget something?”

“Yeah,” He began, digging through the closet. “You. How’s this?” He held up a dress.

“What are you talking about?” Zoey slid down the ladder and stood next to him. “Why are you going through my clothes?”

“Because he wouldn’t leave you alone on Christmas, and neither will I.” Minhyuk said with certainty. “So put this dress on, because tonight you’re with me.”

“I don’t want to intrude, Oppa. It’s your family time.”

“Exactly. And you’re family.” He tossed her the dress. “Clothes, now.”

Zoey didn’t protest, making him turn around as she pulled her pyjamas on and put on the dress. It was made of red velvet, with short sleeves and a loose design. She’d worn it to an airport once, but never anywhere else.

“Good?” She asked, turning around.

Minhyuk gave her a once over. “Brush your hair on the way out.”

She hurried after him, grabbing a hair brush and yanking it through the knots.

“I really shouldn’t go.” She argued. “I don’t have a gift for your family.”

“You don’t need one.” He insisted. “Come on, shoes, let’s go.” He tossed her a pair of knee high black boots.

Zoey pulled them on, barely done zipping them up when he draped her winter coat over her.

She stopped him as he dragged her into the hallway.

“Oppa,” She said quietly. “I appreciate this. But I don’t want you to feel forced to bring me into your free time. I’m really okay to stay home tonight.”

Minhyuk sighed, before placing a hand on her shoulder. “The problem is, I’m not okay with you staying home.”

“Why not?”

“Because no one deserves to spend Christmas alone, Z. And because I love you. And, probably most importantly, my mom loves you, so that’ll get me some extra points.”

Zoey gave him a small smile. “You’re sure? I won’t become some huge embarrassment and then dinner will be awkward and you’ll get disowned?”

“No way, you look hot.” He grinned. “Obviously, since I styled you myself.”

Zoey grabbed his hand, still resting on her shoulder, and linked his fingers with her own. “Thanks, MinMin.”

“You know,” He began as he started pulling her towards the elevator. “I don’t remember when I gave you permission to call me that.”

“Oh, I didn’t need your permission.” She smirked.

“Good.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “You don’t need anyone’s permission.”

“I mean, I asked Shownu’s permission about my new album.”

“You could ask him for anything and he’d get it for you. Car? Sure. TV? He’s already done that. Your own building in Gangnam? Pricey, but he’ll-”

“I get it.” Zoey cut him off. “You all treat me too well, you know? Especially with all of the stuff I put you guys through.”

“If this is still about the drunken nude photo incident..” Minhyuk smiled at her as they stepped into the elevator. “You do know that no one blamed you for that, right? Shownu was just worried.”

“I know. But I was still this close to being the reason you guys got hurt.”

“If it helps, in hindsight, I think the whole thing was hilarious.” He chuckled. “Shownu barged in on a sleeping Seventeen, threatened your ex, and then we needed to show your ex the nudes because apparently you didn’t recognize your own tattoos. And then when we thought it was all okay, you apparently had some sort of breakdown and tried to drink an entire store’s supply of-”

“It was a low point.” Zoey poked him in the side. “Let’s just...leave it at that, okay?”

“Sure, fine.” He gave her a look implying that he most certainly was not going to leave it at that. “But you know that we were worried, right? And I, for one, am really happy to see you starting to be you again.”

Zoey shrugged. “I was dramatic. You were all going through it too, and I just let it get to me and I-”

“We all deal with things differently.” He offered. “And you....you’re closer to him. I’m just glad we’re getting you back.”

“I’m trying.” She smiled. “And I think it’s working.”

“So do I.” He agreed, before deciding to change the subject. “So, are you ready to eat your bodyweight in Christmas delights? Be warned, you’ll have to fight my family for it.”

Zoey raised a fist and steeled herself. “I’m ready.”

“Then let’s go!” He dragged her out of the elevator. “Because the taxi is waiting and the meter is running!”

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biles-bilinski-24 · 5 years ago

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Home (Part 5)

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word Count: 4,000

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is finally released from the hospital and spends time with her friends.

Notes: The last part!!! I’m so happy with how this story turned out. It was super fun to write and I can’t wait for you guys to read it. Also, sorry it took me so long to post. I would explain but I think you understand. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the finale of Home. You’re always welcome to leave your thoughts in the comments! :)

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“What were you thinking about?” you ask.

“A lot of things,” Stiles sighs. “School, graduating, you, college, where we’ll all be in a few years,” he says.

“Wait, wait, wait. Back up. What’d you say before college?”

“You,” he says, not meeting your eyes.

“Me?”

“Well, I ruined your camera. We talked about a lot of things. If I’m being honest, I was scared for you. I still am.”

“Why is everyone so scared for me? I can handle myself.”

“You got shot in the leg,” Scott deadpans.

“And I’m still here, aren’t I? You guys, I love how much you care about me, but you don’t need to worry so much,” you tell them.

They look at each other and you see Stiles give Scott a look. Scott returns it.

“What was that?” you ask suspiciously.

“What was what?” Scott asks innocently.

“That look you two gave each other. What was it?”

“I didn’t see a look, did you, Scott?” Stiles says.

“Nope, no look,” Scott shrugs as they look back at you.

“Come on, guys.”

“So, you’re joining the pack?” Scott asks, changing the subject.

“Yeah, are you joining?” Stiles asks excitedly.

“I’m still not sure yet,” you sigh. “I just didn’t want Charlie to worry about me, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Stiles says, his eyes showing a glint of disappointment. “Need help figuring anything else out?” Scott asks.

“Yeah, actually, I’m worried about Charlie. It’s been a long time since he’s seen me, and I’m a lot different from the person I was before I came to Beacon Hills. I’m just afraid that he’s gonna try to bring back the old me. I don’t think I want that. Don’t get me wrong, I love him so much and I’m so glad he’s back, but I don’t know if he’ll love me as much as he used to,” you explain.

“He’ll always love you. He wasn’t even the least bit scared when you told him you’re a werewolf. He thinks it’s really cool. I wouldn’t be surprised if he says something about the old you but if he sees that you don’t want that then he’ll leave it alone. He’s smart, smarter than your parents,” Stiles says.

“I think he feels bad though. Because you’re his little sister and he’s supposed to protect you and you got hurt. He’s scared that he’s gonna lose you again,” Scott tells you.

“You got all that from just looking at him?” you ask Scott in awe.

“No, chemosignals. I can teach you once you’re all healed up,” Scott says.

“That’s another thing. Why am I not healing?” you ask.

“Good question. I have no idea, but you seem to be getting better. That’s good, right?” Scott says.

His phone vibrates and he hurriedly digs it out of his pocket.

“It’s Lydia, I gotta take this. She’s pretty mad at me. Can I explain the situation to her since you’re joining the pack?” he asks.

“I might not be but sure, go for it,” you say.

“Thanks,” he says as he rushes out into the hallway.

Stiles sits down in one of the chairs and runs a hand through his hair. He sighs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together.

“Stiles,” you say and he looks up at you, “can you come here?”

He gets up from his chair and walks over to your bed. You feel the bed dip as he sits down and stares intensely into your eyes.

“I realized it doesn’t hurt as much anymore and I think I know why,” you say and he tilts his head, indicating he doesn’t know what you mean. “When you lost your mom, Scott found you. He makes it easier to bear her being gone. When I lost my parents, you found me. You make it easier to live without them.” You take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “What I mean is, you lost someone and that led you to someone who quickly became important to you.” His gaze never leaves your eyes but he nods in understanding. You watch how his face softens with his thoughts.

“Did you really think Scott wouldn’t find you that night you got hurt in the woods?” you ask him suddenly.

“No, of course not. I knew he would find us, I just didn’t know when,” Stiles says. “How did you find me?”

“I guess I got lucky. I didn’t think you’d be in the woods but I went and checked anyway. I just about gave up when I found your phone, then you. If it weren’t for those flannels you wear it might have taken me longer,” you tell him, smiling softly. Your eyelids suddenly feel heavy and you yawn.

He returns the smile as he says, “I’ll let you get some sleep. I’ll just be over in the chair if you need anything.” He starts the let go of your hand but you hold him tighter.

“Stay, please,” you say as your eyelids start to fall shut. He pulls a chair up next to your bed and you hear him whisper, “Always,” before you fall asleep.

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When you open your eyes again, the room is darker, someone turned the light off.

“Stiles?” you ask looking around the room for him.

“Nope, Charlie,” Charlie says and you find him in a chair across the room.

“Hey.”

“How’re you feeling?”

“Pretty good. They tell you when I can go home?”.

“Tomorrow, as long as you promise not to do too much with your leg. Tomorrow’s Saturday, though, so that shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Cool...are you okay?”

“Me? Yeah, fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well, I just didn’t want you to blame yourself but you’re fine so it doesn’t matter.”

His eyes wander as he thinks, not saying a word.

“Charlie? You don’t blame yourself, right?” you ask.

“I’m your big brother. I’m supposed to protect you. I’m supposed to be there for you, and I couldn’t do something as simple as keeping you behind me. I’m a failure. I let you leave, I let you wander around this city for days, all alone. I let you down,” he says, wringing his hands together like he does when he’s upset.

“Charlie, you were at school. You had no idea what was going on, and you definitely couldn’t have stopped me from leaving. The other night, I made the choice to go to Stiles. It’s my fault I was shot. Not yours, not Stiles’s. It’s no one’s fault but mine.”

“I just don’t wanna lose you, not again. Y/N, I spent the last five years of my life looking for you, worrying that all my searching was pointless and you were gone. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not ready to lose you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me. I’m crazy, I’m wild. That’s why you call me Bear. I don’t go down without a fight.”

He smiles.

“You got so much smarter while I was gone,” he pauses. “So, how long have you been friends with Scott and Stiles?”

“Hmm, about...five days.”

“Wow. I guess you trust them a lot.”

“I guess I do. Maybe it’s because Scott’s like me. Or it’s because they remind me of my old friends. I’m not really sure. All I know is that they were the first people I told my story to so we have a kind of bond that I don’t think I could make with anyone else.”

He nods.

“So, now that you’ve found me, what are you gonna do with your life?” you ask.

“I don’t know. I haven’t really had a chance to think about it. All my thoughts were focused on you,” Charlie says.

“Well, what was your major in college?”

“You don’t remember?” he asks.

“Charlie, I was twelve. I have no idea.”

“I wanted to be an aerospace engineer,” he tells you. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with that here.”

“Okay, what about your minor?”

“English language, I had a teacher phase.”

“Okay, I can work with that. This is gonna sound really dark, but there will probably be a dead teacher at some point,” you pause, remembering something you heard Scott and Stiles talking about. “Actually, I might have a better idea. Can you call Stiles and tell him to come here.”

“Okay,” he says.

Charlie goes out into the hall. He comes back a minute later with Stiles in tow.

“Wow, that was fast,” you say.

“He was sitting out in the hall,” Charlie says.

“Oh, okay. Well, anyway, Ms. Blake was an English teacher, right?” you ask Stiles.

“Also, the Darach, but yeah. Why?” Stiles asks.

“Did they ever replace her at school?”

“No, I don’t think so, just subs,” he says.

“Perfect. Charlie, you’re coming to school with me on Monday.”

“Sounds good. I’m gonna go get something to eat. Be back in an hour,” Charlie says and he leaves.

“What happened to your crutches?” you ask Stiles.

“Oh, Melissa told me I could just wear a boot from now on,” he says.

“Oh, good. Crutches suck.”

He nods with a small smile.

“So, you excited to go home?”

“Very. I hate hospitals.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You notice an edge of sadness in his voice.

“Hey, you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah, it’s just...being in these rooms, they bring back a lot of memories, you know?”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No. Maybe,” he comes over and sits on your bed. “It’s just that when my mom was sick, I sat in a room that looked exactly like this. Every day, I sat and I watched her change, I watched her forget. She became a totally different person. I started to get confused, I didn’t know what was the real her and what wasn’t. Then, one day she started acting like herself. She was happy again. I thought she was getting better. I thought I was getting my mom back. Then...she-she was gone,” his voice cracks and you see tears roll down his cheeks.

“Oh, Stiles, I’m so sorry,” you say, taking his hand.

“It’s...I felt so alone. I just felt lost. I knew I still had my dad but I didn’t have much of a connection with him then. Being here, it makes me so scared. I hate seeing people I care about in these beds. It just makes me feel so helpless. I can’t do anything, I can’t...” he trails off, tears streaming down his cheeks, his sobs shaking his whole body.

“Shh, Stiles, it’s okay. I know, it’s hard. I know,” you sit up in your bed. “Come here.”

He climbs up to sit next to you. You put your arms around him and gently rub his back. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and you feel his tears keep coming. You sit together until he stops crying. You let go and he pulls his knees up to his chest, staying next to you. You look up into his eyes and he looks so broken.

You wipe a stray tear off his cheek with your thumb and Stiles leans his face into your hand, closing his eyes for a moment. He opens them and you take his hand again, squeezing it lightly. You lay back down and move over a bit so he can lay next to you. You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Can you believe that it was only a few days ago that we were strangers to each other?” you ask.

“A lot’s happened since I hit you in the head with my ball,” Stiles says. You smile softly.

“How do you do it? You and Scott just face all these terrifying situations head-on. You’re so brave.”

“Trust me, it’s not easy. Half the time I wanna turn and run, but I know that there are people to protect and lives at stake. Honestly, some days I’m so scared I almost pee myself,” he says and you laugh.

“You guys are like superheroes. Like Batman.”

“How’d you know that’s my favorite?”

“I just knew. I’m smart that way.”

“You are,” he smiles.

“But really, I just don’t think I’m strong enough for all that. That’s why I’m not sure about joining the pack. I don’t wanna be a weak link.”

“You wouldn’t be a weak link. You’re so strong. Your parents abandoned you but you didn’t give up. You survived. I don’t think I could do that. We would love having you in the pack. I would totally love it.”

“I’ll keep thinking,” you say, but you know there’s nothing else to think about. You feel something stir in your body and you realize that his last sentence convinced you to join.

“Hey, how come you never told me you played soccer?” Stiles asks.

“I don’t know. I guess it just never came up,” you tell him.

“But you were good?”

“On the field, yes. Off the field, I was a very awkward twelve-year-old,” you say with a small frown.

“Well, I’m a very awkward seventeen-year-old. I’m not so bad, am I?”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Hey, maybe sometime you could teach me how to play.”

“I don’t know, Stiles. I’ve barely touched a ball since I moved here, let alone owned a pair of goalie gloves.”

“I bet you’ll still be way better than me.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

You both laugh and drift into an endless conversation.

The next morning, you wake up to see Stiles, Charlie, and Scott talking about something. Scott sees your eyes open.

“Hey. Ready to go home?” he asks.

“So ready,” you say.

“I’ll go grab my mom so she can do a final check and then we’ll get you out of here,” he says and leaves the room.

“I grabbed you some clothes from your closet. I didn’t know what you wanted so I just grabbed something I thought you’d like,” Charlie says.

He picks up a duffel bag from under a chair. He pulls out a pair of black jeans and a green camouflage pullover sweatshirt. He takes your red Vans high tops out of the bag before he sets it back down on the floor.

“It’s perfect. Thanks, Charlie,” you say.

A minute later, Mrs. McCall comes in behind Scott. She checks all your vitals and your leg.

“Everything’s good. You’re clear to go home,” she says to you. “But you have to stay home today and try not to use your leg too much.”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Mrs. McCall,” you say.

She gives you a kind smile and leaves. You take your clothes into the bathroom and change, limping a little as you walk. You come out with a smile, feeling so much more comfortable in your regular clothes.

“Let’s go home,” you say, and the boys follow you out of the room.

Stiles walks next to you all the way out to the car.

He takes your hand saying, “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you say with a smile.

“I should go, but I’ll see you later,” he says.

“Okay,” you watch him run off to his car.

Charlie drives you back to your apartment and you end up sitting on the couch, catching up on missed homework. You sit for hours, going from subject to subject. You feel like you’re drowning in homework but you keep going. You hear a knock on your door and you check the time: 5:23 p.m. You get up and open the door to see Stiles holding a pizza box and a tall stack of DVDs. You let him in and he sets his stuff down on a table near the door.

“Stiles, what’s all this?” you ask him.

“Well, you’re stuck at home all day and I figured you’d need a break from your endless homework, so I brought the Star Wars movies for us to watch together,” he says.

He grabs the first two movies and the pizza and sits on the couch. You follow him and take a seat next to him. He puts the first movie in the DVD player as you pull a blanket over the two of you.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” you tell him.

“But I wanted to. You’re gonna love these movies, they’re great,” he says and you smile up at him.

You lay your head against his shoulder and snuggle up next to him. Three movies later he’s still watching but your thoughts have drifted from the movie. You look at him riveted to the television, and you ask him a question.

“Stiles, have you ever been in a situation where everything felt perfect? Like there was nothing you’d ever change about it. Everything just felt so right,” you ask.

“Yeah, actually I have,” Stiles responds, shifting his focus from the movie to you.

“What would you say if...I told you I’m in one of those situations right now?” you ask him.

“I would say that I am too,” he says.

Stiles’s eyes flicker down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. You look into his honey-colored eyes and all the memories from the day you met him flash in front of you. His gaze floats back and forth between your eyes until he leans down and presses his lips against yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you feel his hand come up to your cheek. You lean into his hand as you feel a tingling sensation course through your body. His soft lips dance across yours gracefully and he smiles into the kiss. He pulls away and looks down into your eyes again.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?” he asks in a whisper.

“Only you,” you whisper back.

You hear the sound of a high five and you and Stiles turn around to see Scott and Charlie smiling at you. You both blush.

“I think you owe me five dollars,” Scott says to Charlie.

“I guess I do,” Charlie admits.

Scott climbs over the back of the couch and sits next to Stiles. Charlie comes and sits on the other side of you.

“Wait, wait, wait. When did Scott get here?” you ask.

“So, what are we watching?” Charlie asks, totally dodging your question.

“Star Wars,” Stiles says and he starts explaining what they’ve missed.

You smile at your brother as you interlock your fingers with Stiles’s. After so many years of pain and loneliness, you’ve finally found your home.

#stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles imagine #stiles stilinski #stiles #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #scott mccall #tw

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kittybennett · 5 years ago

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your choice | anti-soulmate au where they weren't born with soul-mates and they meet in a group where other people who don't have them meet-up. and they come to the conclusion that they're not weirdos for not having them. cause they have the group and each other jhskfjksdf - @malcolmbrights

ok i’m sorry this turned REALLY long but here we go.

aka: five times ev didn’t go to support group and one time she did

Evelyn Reyes spends much of her sixteenth year of life staring into reflective surfaces in the vain hope that she will find a soulmark has bloomed on her skin while she wasn’t looking. Most people are born within them, though it isn’t entirely unheard of for the matching tattoos to make themselves known in the years between childhood and adolescence. A teenager already, Evelyn is a rarity, late even by the most generous of time frames, and this makes her a repository for her peers’ pity. She takes to wearing long sleeves even in the sweltering heat of summer to avoid questions, but finds that it’s all people want to talk to her about. No matter how they phrase their comforting platitudes or prying questions, it all sounds the same to her.

Are you scared that you might be utterly alone? How relieved I am that it’s you and not me.

Evelyn hates them all, but most of all she hates the guidance counselor who calls her into her office to offer ‘support’ and gives Evelyn a flyer for a group of people with deceased soulmates. It’s not the same, the counselor explains, but those in the group might understand what Evelyn is going through. They can sympathize on how horrible it is to not have a soulmate.

Her cheeks burn hot. She shoves the flyer into the pocket of her hoodie and begs to be excused. On her way home she tears the flyer into little pieces and throws it over a bridge, watching the pieces of paper flutter and land on the river below while angry, shameful tears prick at her eyes.

After that, she stops checking her body for new marks.

ii. The first man that Evelyn loves also takes pains to keep covered up. Unlike Evelyn, he actually has something to hide: a bright blue tattoo of a bird in flight. The space where it adorns his forearm is usually bandaged lest Jamie’s eager admirers find a way to replicate it and render the mark useless.

When they lie together at night, Evelyn traces the mark. It’s the closest she’s ever been to one that didn’t belong to either of her parents, and even at a young age she knew not to ask questions about theirs.

“They weren’t soulmates.” Evelyn tells her lover one night. “His died when they were little — childhood sweethearts. And my mom has never talked about hers, but I know he’s gone too. She wouldn’t have married my father or had me if she thought he was still out there.”

What she doesn’t confess hangs in the air. Jamie addresses it anyway.

“You know that’s not the reason you’re like this, right?”

Evelyn is silent but the finger that was tracing his mark stills.

“Evelyn. It’s just bad luck. Seriously.” He tilts her face so he can stare into her eyes. Jamie is rarely serious, so this sudden sobriety makes it difficult for Evelyn to hold his gaze, but she does. “Bad things happen to lots of people, and it’s not the end of the world. My cousin is widowed, and he remarried and—“

Before he can finish his story, Evelyn kisses him. And kisses him. Her distraction works.

That night Evelyn prays for the first time in well over a decade: asking for a blue bird on her forearm. ( She breaks up with Jamie a week later. Better to get out with her heart mostly intact. She never does find out what happened to that cousin of his, though sometimes she wonders if she should have let Jamie finish. )

iii.

“Would it kill you to write something happy for once? Just one ballad about summer love, or getting dicked down?”

Evelyn frowns. “You know I’m not the bubblegum pop type.”

“That’s for sure.” Her producer sighs. “Listen, you’re good. But can’t you just write a love song that isn’t super … intense and depressing? Give us something fun and light-hearted for once.”

“What if I haven’t felt that?”

“Then pretend, or talk to someone who has.” The producer fixes her with a look between pity and sternness. “Seriously, Evie. Don’t come back here without a love song. And get a therapist.”

Evelyn returns in a week with a song about the thrill of a first glance and the intense flush of devotion that follows it. The song spends several weeks on the charts and goes viral after someone creates a Tik Tok dance for it, though none of that matters to sole inspiration for the song: Evelyn’s new cat.

iv.

Her second-ever happy love song is not as commercially successful, but it is inspired by a human being this time. Naomi is brilliant, and funny, and the most talented actress of her generation (according to a Vanity Fair correspondent but Evelyn is inclined to agree). The first time she refers to Evelyn as “the love of my life”, Evelyn spends the better part of a week repeating the moment in her mind.

Naomi really should have thought to mention the caveat.

Three years later, Evelyn laughs at something a precocious child on a television program says and asks, “What would you do if your child asked you that?”

Naomi shakes her head. “Pour myself some scotch and direct them towards their other mom, or dad.”

Evelyn is frozen.

Other mom or dad. Not you. Not the love of her life. Because Evelyn is only the love of Naomi’s life … for now.

Evelyn turns off the television program. “You don’t think we’ll raise children together?”

Naomi looks sheepish. To her credit, she picks her words more carefully this time. “Evelyn … be realistic. I love you so much but - someday I’m going to meet the real thing. You can’t ask me to say no to them for you.”

Evelyn feels the same hot shame she did when she was sixteen and finally accepting that she had no soulmate and never would. This time she won’t cry, not in front of Naomi. “I’m a person. Not your training wheels.”

She moves out the next day.

Dating apps aren’t much different, as it turns out. She has way too many messages from people who assume that being bisexual means she wants nothing more than to fulfill the threesome fantasies of heterosexual couples, and even more messages from people who think that because she is “unmarked”, she isn’t looking for anything serious. To be unmarked is to be written off entirely as a romantic partner, or at least as a serious one.

She deletes the dating app, but not before she posts a screenshot of her DMs to her Instagram with a caption finally addressing the rumors that she is unmarked.

I've always been private regarding the subject, but I owe it to anyone else like me to be more candid about my experiences as someone without a soulmark. Yes — I am unmarked, but not unworthy.

That night she’s flooded with messages from others like her, who thank her and repost her message. It’s humbling and uplifting all at once and Evelyn is guilty that she didn’t do it sooner. She responds to as many as she possibly can.

( One message stands out among the rest:

@ teorror: hey @reyevie - if you’re in nyc, my support group would love to have you! we meet at [ …. ] )

vi.

In the end, it’s not another rejection or loneliness or even solidarity that leads Evelyn to finally try talking to others like her.

It’s pettiness, and a lot of annoyance.

A former classmate posts a soulmate announcement on Facebook in which the caption describes meeting her soulmate for the first time as the single most important day of anyone’s life, the center of the human experience.

It makes Evelyn grit her teeth.

She is indignant that anyone would not consider the pain and feelings of inadequacy those words might cause for unmarked youth like the ones she’s received messages from, or her younger self. And she realizes with a pang of regret: it’s not just social media, or dating apps. It’s also the songs that people like Evelyn have written, the films and books that saturate the market that convince everyone that no other kind of love or measure of happiness matters when compared to romantic love.

As much as Evelyn craves it, she refuses to accept that it should overshadow every other aspect of her life.

She scrolls through her messages until she finds the one from @teorror again, inviting her to join his group and decides to show up and prove her point, even if she’s the only one who knows it.

To her initial horror, the group is small. There are only three people there, and Evelyn is just about ready to turn on her heel and walk away rather than join such an intimate gathering when a man bolts from his chair with an overjoyed expression on his face.

“Hey! You actually came!” He goes to her, and offers his hand to be shaked. “Can I call you Ev? Guys! This is Ev! The singer I was telling you guys about? Come on, sit down.”

The man she’s guessing is Teorror (Teo, she’ll later learn) guides her towards the others and the other man produces a chair for her and introduces himself as Rico.

Mercifully, they don’t ask her to introduce herself first or talk first. The woman next to her (Claudia) does, then Rico and Teo. Eventually they all turn to Evelyn.

“You don’t have to share if you’re not ready, Ev.” Claudia says, adopting Teo’s nickname for Evelyn. “The first time can be overwhelming.”

Ev nods, but feels she should try anyway. “I’m Evelyn — and as I guess you’ve figured, I’m also an unmarked.”

Immediately, a shadow crosses over the faces of the others. Evelyn stops.

“We try not to use that word.” Rico says gently and Evelyn can tell he’s taking care to not embarrass her. “It isn’t good to define ourselves by what we don’t have, rather than what we do.”

“Tell us about you. Teo says you’re a singer?” Claudia coaxes helpfully.

Teo offers Evelyn another wide smile. “I used to call myself leftovers. Or spare parts. I thought it was really funny, you know? But they’re right: focusing on what you lack just sets you up for more pain.”

It’s something to think about. She’s back for the session next week.

As the months go by, she sees the group outside of meetings too, starting with a potluck at Teo’s and leading to drinks and mechanical bull rides with Rico, or sightseeing with Claudia. At first she wonders what it might be like to share a soulmark with one of them … to find a soulmate after all … but eventually, she nearly stops thinking of the marks altogether.

Those fantasies end entirely after another night of dancing, as they’re having greasy fast food and Teo slings his arm around her as he tells a story that requires exaggerated facial expressions and wild hand gestures. She laughs and almost misses the moment where Claudia returns to the table with her order and slides her a crispy taco (Ev’s favorite) and Rico picks at the tomato (which Ev’s hates) and places it beside his own burger so that Evelyn won’t have to. They know her well, she realizes, better than anyone. They love her better than anyone …and suddenly Evelyn feels overwhelmed with her love for them in return.

Here is the intimacy she’s been craving her whole life: a love that doesn’t ask her to define herself by it, or insist upon its sole importance. It simply accepts, and gives.

Evelyn can only wonder why she ever thought this wouldn’t be enough.

#long post for ts #bc i dont remember if readmores show up on mobile #evelyn reyes*#tag later #mw*

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Alarm -Tom Holland

A/N: This one is trash. This gif and the song Alarm by Ann-Marie are responsible for this imagine, please don’t hate me. Enjoy? Part 2

I set my alarm on 3am in the morning. No I’m not a psychopath and I really love to sleep but Tom just happened to be on a whole different time zone than me. It’s been a little bit over four months since he entered a plain to fly off to film his new movie. It’s been hard. It’s been lonly. Really lonly. This distance thing was just not compatible with my emotional state and I was having a hard time. So was he. That’s the reason why I woke up at three am in the morning everyday to see his stupid face.

My alarm went off and I shut my eyes open being a little baffled for a moment. As I remembered what my alarm was for I reached for my phone and unlocked it. Seconds later I could see Tom facetiming me and I accepted his call with a sleepy smile. “Hey.”,I said and rolled onto my back rubbing my eyes, trying to get rid of the slight burning sensation. “You’re really tired aren’t you?”,he said and I put my hands away immediatly. “No? Who said that? I could run a marathon.”,I joked and winked at him. “Shut up. You wouldn’t run a marathon at anytime of the day.”,he chuckled and I smiled again. “You know me.”,I said and we both fell silent staring at each other and I felt my heart sink. “I really miss you Tom.”, I finally said and my voice sounded chocked up, not as confident as I would want it to be and he sighed. “I miss you too.”, he said and ran his fingers through his hair looking really stressed which made me worry.

“Don’t worry about it. You just have a month left.”,I said quickly and put a smile on, which didn’t feel all that real. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn’t put my finger on why. “Tell me about your schedule. What’s next?”,I added and changed the subject to take his mind of the real issue. “Oh…uh-..there is this event we’re working for which really stresses me out because it is a huge deal. There’ll be an after party to that. I don’t really know if I’ll go there, I have to do this other thing which still needs a lot of work and I’m not even sure…”

“Hey.”,I interrupted him and he looked up into the camera . “It’s all going to be fine. Don’t stress yourself.”,I tried to calm him but he rolled his eyes. “Yeah that’s easy for you to say.”,he said and even though I knew that he was salty because of all things he told me about, his attitude still bugged me. “No need to be an ass about it.”,I said with furrowed brows and he ran his fingers through his hair again. Rougher this time. “I know! I’m sorry. It’s just so overwhelming and you’re so far away and I just can’t…concentrate.”,he groaned and pressed his palms over his eyes. “Did you tell Harrison about this, T?”,I asked now really worried but he shook his head. “It doesn’t matter anyways. I just have to get it done.”,he said and seemed to be annoyed but I couldn’t quite tell why. “That’s not true. It does matter. I don’t want you to get sick Tom. Please talk to him.”,I tried to convince him but he let his shoulders sink. “I gotta go, Y/N. We’ll start shooting soon.”

“Tom…”

“I love you, darling.”,he said and blew me a kiss.

“Tom!”,I said now more persistent but he just cracked a half smile and waved into the camera.

“I love you too, dumbass. Go be awesome now.”,I said finally and and waved back before he hung up. It’s not really necessary to tell you that I didn’t sleep well that night. Might as well have ran a marathon. Would have been less tiring.

***

The nice thing about our relationship was that there were no hard feelings after a little argument like that. We just kept going on with our lives because we understood each other. I knew he was being a little butthurt because of the stress and it was understandable. The next day I didn’t set my alarm because I waited it to be 3am like a psychopath. I was holding my phone in my hand excitedly and smiled to myself. As soon as it was 3:00am I dialled his number and waited with a big grin on my face for him to pick up. “Hey pretty girl. What’s up?”,he picked up and I squealed while jumping up and down. “Gues what?!”,I said inbetween my excitement and pressed my palm against my lips.

“What?”,he laughed and his eyes were glowing with curiosity which made me even happier. “We got it! We got the apartment we were rooting for!”,I exclaimed and and threw my fists into the air. “Did we really?!”,he said and got up from where he was standing. “Yes. Yes. Yes! The agent called today. I didn’t want to wake you up from your sleep. You barely get any.”,I said and smiled from ear to ear.

“I wish I could’ve been there. I wish I could hold you right now.”,he sighed and let himself fall onto the couch in his trailer. “I know. Me too. But keep your head up. We will be having our own apartment soon. Do you know what that means? I’ll be always there when you come home. Even if it is late in the night and you can come cuddle with me or not. I mean we can do lots of other things in bed, you know…Try to think of that.”,I teased him and he playfully glared at me.

“Can I tell you something?”,he asked suddenly. We fell silent and were just enjoying each others company when he broke the silence. I knew he would, I waited for him to break it because I knew something was troubling him. He had this restless expression on his face where he would furrow his brows slightly and chew on his bottom lip. “Of course. Shoot.”,I said and looked at my feet which were leaned up against the wall. Was that a different shade of blue on my right foot? Damn it. “I’m having troubles.”

My head shot to my phone and I saw him look down on his feet. But I didn’t say anything because I saw that he needed time to process what he was going to say.

“I’m really having a hard time over here.”, he said and fell silent for quiet some time and panick started to rise in my chest.

“What is it Tom? You can tell me.”,I assured him with a gentle voice and wished he was right next to me so I could lay my arm around him or just take his hand in mine. He opened his mouth to go on when suddenly I heared a knock on his door. “Wait a second…”,he said and put his phone on to the table so that I watched the ceiling for a couple of minutes. “Darling, I need to go. There is a complication with the event next week.”,he said as he picked his phone up and I nodded.

“Yeah, thought so. Go. I’ll call you tomorrow. We really do need to talk Tom.”,I said carefully and he nodded but was lost in his thoughts. “Love you.”,he said and after I told him also, he was gone. That was our last nice moment I would ever remember about us. That was also the only moment he tried to tell me about his issues.

***

From that day on everything began to go downhill. While I wad at home, trying to organize the apartment thing, being excited, Tom was stressed.

“Tom?“I asked for the third time and he snapped.

“What? Y/N I really don’t have time for this and I don’t really care right now! I’m trying to organize last things about the event in three days and you are asking me about a contract? Hell I don’t know okay? I don’t care! ”,he almost yelled and I was shocked. He sighed and started massaging his temples with his free hand, obviously annoyed with me. The thing that I was bothering him with and that he didn’t really care about was our future. That hit me right in the guts. I was only asking him about when we’d be able to sign the contract. A simple question. I felt a knot build in my throat and my eyes started watering and I became angry with myself. I looked down not wanting him to see how much he got to me.

“Darling, I’m sorry. Everyone is pressuring me right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on…”

“I think we should hang up.”,I interrupted him and didn’t look up, trying to gather myself together before I would look into his eyes.

“Y/N please! I didn’t mean-…I wasn’t…”

“I need to go Tom. Go finish your work. I’ll finish mine.”,I interrupted him again and he fell silent.

“Bye.”,I only said and hung up on him without waiting for an answer. He called four times after I hung up and sent me three messages but I ignored all of them. If I talk to him right now, this is going to become a huge argument. We’re both on the edge of our nerves and we don’t need to stress that.

We didn’t talk for three days in which his important event happened. I had time to cool off and called him the morning after the event but he didn’t pick up. He was probably asleep with a huge headache. I smiled to myself imagening him having a hangover and sleeping it out, on his belly, face burried into the pillow. I called him five hours later but he didn’t pick up. Now it was getting a little weird because he should be awake by now. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to wait and not push him. He was probably still busy. Post event things? Who knows. I made myself a nice cup of sugary tea and chose a movie to watch while I waited for him to call back.

But he didn’t.

I called him the following two days three times a day but he did not answer once. Finally, it was a thursday night, I called Harrison when my alarm went off at 3am in the morning. “Hey!”,he picked up and I exhaled thankfully. “Harrison! Thank god! Is Tom with you?”,I said immediatly and and walked up and down in my living room. “Y/N! Hey- yeah,uh…i mean no. He is not. He is…out?”,he stuttered and I furrowed my brows.

“Harrison.”,I said with a warning tone.

“Alright I’m officially stepping out of this. You guys need to talk. That’s all I’m going to say. No Tom I won’t shut up. You shut up. Gosh! You’re the one with the problem and I am…”, he kept talking but the rest got cut off as he hung up. Oh shit. This was about the other night. I broke his heart. I should have been supporting him through his stressfull times but I blocked him. I pushed him away.

I took my phone and wrote him a message.

Dearest love, I fucked up. I am so sorry for pushing you away when you needed me the most. I’m sorry for being a bitch (even though you were a dick to me before that but that is long forgiven) Tom, I always want to be by your side even if you have to be away for several months for shooting and promo. I’ll be done with college in a year and than I’ll be able to travel with you. We’ll have the best time of our lives. I’ll be waiting for your return in two weeks. We’ll talk this out when you come back, just know that I still love you. From all my heart.

I sent it and waited for an answer with a big smile on my face. The smile faded with every passing minute. He didn’t reply and I was left a crying mess the whole night. I messed up big time.

***

I came back from college the next day feeling numb the whole time and threw myself on the couch. I didn’t eat much and my body felt sore. I was watching a TV show when someone knocked on the door. When I looked at the clock I wondered who it could be. It was past midnight. When I opened the door I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Tom?!”,I squealed and threw myself around his neck, pulling his body close to mine, breathing in his scent. “What are you doing here?! Come in!”,I said and pulled him inside closing the door behind us. “I missed you so much.”, I sighed and pulled him towards me again and placed my lips against his. It took him some time to kiss me back but when he did I felt my heart lighten. Like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. He pulled away after a few seconds and stepped back. I was going to say something but he held me off.

“We need to talk.”,he said and his chocked up voice made my body stiffen. “What is it?”,I said and furrowed my brows worriedly. He looked up from the floor and I thought my heart stopped when he looked into my eyes. His beautiful brown eyes were red and watery from crying, his lips were trembling and swollen because of the constant biting.

“Tom what happened?”, I said now panick rising in my voice and then it hit me.

“First I want you to know that I still love you with all my heart and I am so, so sorry for what happened. You’re the only one I love, you have to believe me…”

“What happened?”,I interrupted him and formed my hands into fists by my side trying to controll my rising anger. This couldn’t be happening.

“I cheated on you.”

My world stopped spinning. My heart stopped pounding. Everything was awefully silent. It was too loud.

“What did you say?”

“Please, you have to listen to me! I’m begging you. I didn’t mean to…I was anxious and stressed. Frustrated really. I know these aren’t excuses for what I did but…”

“Did you kiss her?”,I interrupted him without listening to him and he held his breath.

“Answer me! Did you?!”,I screamed and he nodded.

“I did.”

“Did-…Did you sleep with her?”

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

“I did.”

I fucked up. I am so sorry. My words echoed in my head. I am so fucking dumb.

Before I knew what I did I already had smacked him right across his face. My whole body was shivering and it felt like the room was spinning. A sobb escaped my throat and I pressed my palm against my mouth to stop the rest. I just threw myself at him and kissed him like a fucking moron! My sight got blurry because of the tears in my eyes and finally they escaped. It was a silent cry. One where you know that it has no point. One you know, will destroy you. I stumbled back slowly and shook my head trying to get rid of the images my mind made up of him being tangled in bed with another.

“Please you need to listen to me. It was a big mistake. You have to believe me. I don’t even know her. It just…happened. I was confused and on edge. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I need you to…”

“Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”, I screamed and pulled at my own hair while shaking my head furiously. And then I went mad. I stormed towards him and started throwing punches and pushed him backwards out of the room while yelling at him.

“Get out! Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you. Leave!”

I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor balling my eyes out for the love of my life. He did the same thing on the other side of the door.

The alarm in my bedroom went off. It was time to call him.

He fucked up big time.

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