#can u tell i gave up by gif 5 this show is so hard to color wahhh

[coldasyou]

brightwell + winter colors

[justalittlerandomartist]

Daddy’s Little Monster (4)

•Alastor x teen! daughter! reader

•Platonic, ya sickos

• What if….Alastor had a daughter that wanted to be a serial killer

a/n: chill out guys please my notifications are blowing up I want to sleep I’ve written these four chapters in 2 hours.

You took a liking to Alastor. You would try to start up conversation with him, or just hang around him. At first he was a bit confused on why a teenager was following him around, but he soon grew to enjoy your company. You were also making great progress towards redemption. Some of the hotels residents thought that maybe you should know who Alastor is before you get involved with him, since you’re trying so hard for redemption. So one day, thanks to popular demand, Charlie decided to tell you about Alastor.

“Soo, y/n, I know you haven’t been in Hell long, and you don’t see Alastor as a threat, but there are something’s you should know.” You gave her a confused look. “Like what?” Charlie sighed. “Like the fact that Alastor is a serial killer. And a cannibal. And he’s kind of a sociopath.” Charlie noticed how your eyes lit up after she said that. You seemed so excited! “Really!? That’s so cool!” Charlie looked confused “Wait, what?” She tried to question you, but you were already running off to go meet Alastor.

You saw Alastor as a parental figure. When you were alive, your parents weren’t great. They were strictly religious, and very hateful. They were emotionally abusive, and you hated the way they tried to manipulate you. The truth is, you grew up to be a sweet, kind, (insert sexuality) girl. Alastor spoke to you like he cared about you, and treated you with respect. You saw him as more of a father than you did your actual father.

You finally got to Alastor, carrying exciting new news. “Alastor! Alastor!” Alastor turned his head towards you, his perpetual grin growing ever wider. “What is it now, dear y/n?” You beamed up at him and said, “Charlie told me that you’re a cannibalistic serial killer.” His smile dropped a bit. “Did she now?” You continued smiling, extremely excited about this. “Yeah, and I just wanted to let you know that, that makes you even cooler! Also, I kinda..sorta…wanted to know if you could teach me about that kinda stuff?” Alastors smile seemed genuine for the first time since they met. “Why, of course, my dear!” The excited look on your face showed it all. This one was going to be his little monster.

________________________________________ Can I sleep now? Also request fics u want. If I can’t sleep, expect part 5.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - September

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 25.09.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

gif-requests are open, but you'll need to have some patience🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in September with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. First Note of Love 🇹🇼 (8/12)

I need them all to communicate more. Not about each other but with each other. And really listen to the other one. Most of the episode was the side couple and one discuss why he thinks they would never work out and the other one tries to tell him why he thinks they could make it work. At least they're talking.

2. I Saw You In My Dream 🇹🇭 (11/12)

I love these two together. They just work and are cute and you can feel the love between them. Yu is a really perfect first boyfriend. He doesn't push and just accepts Ai as he is. I enjoy their relationship so much. And now I am really curious what will happen in the last episode.

3. Jack & Joker: U steal my heart! 🇹🇭 (3/12)

I could watch War looking at this ring for an entire episode and I wouldn't be bored. He really nailed this episode with his many personas he played. He is indeed a good actor and such a pretty one too. And I was screaming, when Jack gave the ring to Joker and let him get away. And next week we get some redemption work. Can't wait!

4. Kidnap 🇹🇭 (4/12)

These two are so cute. I know shit is going down soon, but until then I enjoy those two flirting with each other to the max. Min is already so smitten by Q and Q is realising, his feelings are a little bit more than just friends. I really like it.

5. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Do you still believe I'll come back to this one? It is a really good series, but I can't motivate myself to dive into it right now 🙈

Finished in September

Series

Takara no Vidro 🇯🇵

We had our final today and I loved it! The fact both of them missed each other and communicated this. Taishin likes it when Takara opens up to him, because it makes him feel special and closer to him. And I get that. Takara is a person who doesn't talk much about himself, but who has so much anxiety and Taishin wants to share those burdens, because they are equal, because he wants to take care of Takara too. I started this series without any expectations and with mixed feelings, but it slowly became one of the gems of the week and I was so looking forward to this final episode! A really good 9 out of 10.

4 Minutes 🇹🇭

This was something else. You really have to pay attention to get this story. I like series with a not that sugar-coated ending and we definiteky got this with 4 Minutes. Not everyone got their happy ending. Even though Great and Tyme got their happy ending together, not everything was good here. That was kinda realistic in such a mystery series. But I must admit, I really liked Korn and Tonkla's ending. It was best for their story. I said what I said. This gets a good 9 out of 10.

Hidamari ga Kikoeru 🇯🇵

This series... I loved it with all my heart for the first half. And then I just got angry with it for multiple reasons. It is so hard for me to give this a rating. Damn. I bought the mangas because of this series and I read the first ones. The problem is, the story is really complex and that works for mangas and novels pretty well, because it gives the characters depth and well, a character. But it doesn't work like that in a series. Too many subplots take away the growth of the main characters. And if you throw in a new character in the middle of the show, don't make them that unlikable like Maya. She is way more likable in the manga. For me, the second half just doesn't work and it felt incoherent with the character development. They tried to stay too true to the source material. I wished I could love this series from beginning to end, but I couldn't. Overall I give it a 6,5 out of 10.

Seoul Blues 🇰🇷

I didn't like this one that much. Yes, they had good chemistry, but this whole cheating and evil ex plot was not for me. I don't know why. Usually I don't mind cheating plots and find them kinda entertaining, but here it was not that good. I give it a 6,5 out of 10.

The Trainee 🇹🇭

Fun thing, even though this was a slow burn and we got a bunch of side stories, I really enjoyed this series! It was funny and entertaining and showed a good character growth for all its characters. That is something we don't get that often in a series. Nothing felt like a side story. They were all important for the plot as for the company. And Jane and Ryan are just cute and precious. I give this one a 9 out of 10.

Happy of the End 🇯🇵

We got our happy ending. And a time jump, but I think it worked really well with this series. Because Haoran needed the distance to Chihiro. He needed to understand that he isn't the bad guy in the story and that Chihiro was truely happy with him. He needed to heal for his own sake and on his own. I really liked the series, even though it is one of the series with the most trigger-warnings. I am just happy to see them happy in the end, after all they've been through. A strong 9 out of 10 for me.

The On1y One 🇹🇼

This series gave me everything. A warm feeling in my cold heart. Butterflies in my stomach. A good laugh. Some tears. And a bunch of heartbreaks! Damn! This was such a good ride! Those two, Tian and Wang, are soon to be step-brothers and they're in love with each other. Tien knew this since the first time he saw Wang and we could whitness Wang slowly recognising his feelings for Tian. And we didn't get a happy ending. If you will, this is an open end, but there is no working through these feelings. We just end as devastated as Tian, because Wang has built up his emotional walls again to keep distance to Tian. Because they're will be brothers and that means they can't be lovers. This hurts so bad and good at the same time! And the acting is superb! I love this series so much! A 10 out of 10 for me.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped in September

Cityboy_Log 4.2 🇰🇷

This is too confusing for me. I don't get the episodes or the seasons and definitely not the plot. They are all friends and the whole cheating part from last season is just forgotten. I guess I will look into it from time to time, but for now, I drop it.

Looking forward to in September

Live in Love - Trailer (Sep 1st)

Happy of the End (Sep 3th)

Kidnap - Trailer (Sep 6th)

The Hidden Moon - Trailer (Sep 7th)

Jack and Joker - Trailer (Sep 9th)

Unlock your Love - Trailer (Sep 11th)

The Time of Fever - Trailer (Sep 12th)

Love Sick - Trailer (Sep 14th)

Bad Guy my Boss - Teaser (Sep 15th)

Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Sep 17th)

Chaser Game W2: Utsukushiki Tennyotachi (Sep 20th)

Uncle Unknown (Sep 20th ?)

[devitalise]

HI IMO I SEE UR ONLINE + PLANNING 2 SEND THE BOOK ASK THEREFORE I MUST TRY AND BEAT U TO THE PUNCH HI <3 how did your June reads go!! I see you gave ur Bear thoughts already (haven't watched yet but will return 2 it once I do), but other than that, do you have anything else on your Summer Watch radar?

beating you to the punch does make me giggle i'm sorry babe! june was an interesting reading month! answering early as i'm busy the next couple days and i love sitting down to give my full attention to the

june book wrap up

bonjour tristesse & a certain smile by francois sagan

french coquette-like teenage girls in ""relationships"" with older men, hurting the people around them? snooze! just really disinterested in the story here, and not blown away by the writing sorry

(abandoning the music links i did well to last 5 months but. yeah :))

the atlas six by olivie blake

lol. fanfic writers entering the traditional publishing space would be fine if they remembered that they have to develop characters from scratch. so much telling! not half enough showing to pay off. too large of a cast to be introduced at once and some of it felt so juvenile. i think this is YA though so like. quirky indie romance lead, brooding angry guy 1, nonemphathetic guy 2, egomaniac 3, sad distrustful person. the magic system was so boring to me it was grounded in way too much science for me to find it interesting. do readers really need to know the metaphysics behind being able to see time? no! actually i'd have liked to know something about someone that wasn't "x is like this". yeah a lot to say here.

the country life by rachel cusk

i had to return to a control point of a good book. lovely. Cusk can do it all for me and i think the woman escapes from her city life to fumble around in the country is the perfect subject matter for her. full of so much whimsy, a lot of heart and interesting characters! made me laugh and feel and reading this is in similar weather conditions just added to the sense of delirium towards the end of the book

diary of a film by niven govinden

my kind of book! film maestro travels to italy for a film festival, meets a woman and a story that sticks in his head and is overcome with the desire to commit this to screen. related to this so much, that kind of being swept up in an idea and the urge to put your all into it. had a real slowness to it, too, made a lot of the conversations feel so tender and from a real place of love. great read :)

my father's diet by adrian nathan west

so glad i saw this in a bookshop i wouldn't have come across this otherwise! so cool! if music was a book. i listened to air's moon safari that really contributed to the middle america shopping mall in the 80s vibe. sleepy town kind of feeling. anyways, i tore through this book what it had to say on turning to a physical extreme to make sense of feeling inferior internally. fraught, disjointed parental relationships. bodybuilding! i'd recommend in a heartbeat

i'm currently reading the thief's journal by jean genet and have been for about a week or so. after finishing my father's diet and my general uptick in reading i thought i'd increase my reading goal, but this is going to take me a while to read. it's hard but it's worthwhile.

i haven't really considered much summer watching tbh i'm trying to be outside and doing stuff and going places as much as i possibly can this summer and if i'm ever at home long enough to put a show on it's been reality tv lately. just a girl out in the world this summer!

next read will be #3 in the neapolitan quartet because i remember reading the first this time last year and they're such summer books to me. this feels very long! love the opportunity to wax lyrical <3

[baby-bearie]

the 7 ways he’ll tell you he loves you

(NOT MY GIF ALL CREDIT TO OWNER)

jj maybank x reader

taglist: @snarkystarkey @sunflowermotel @howdyherron @drew-starkey @maraseavey @outerbanqs @yelyahryan @obxwriterfan @avashroom @rewindlr @raekenliar @imsad05 @ceruleanjj @dolanfivsosxox @heyhargrove @lashtonandmalumsbaby @beautyandthebleh @pancahke @outrbank @johnbsflowr @corleigh @poguemacking @maybe-maybanks @katie-avery @5sos-seavey

a/n: this is unedited, so sorry about the mistakes. i saw a lot of trouble going around with plagiarism on wattpad and i did report a lot of books with stolen fics and props to you guys for getting a few actually taken down!! plagiarism and theft of intellectual property is HURTFUL, writers put SO MUCH into their work, and it’s not so you can get some votes on a wattpad page. also, boys using lovely as a nickname is ;alsdjffenve. 

How long is forever supposed to be? Months? Years, decades, lifetimes? Forever was supposed to be you and JJ. 

Forever feels like the 15 minutes that he’s been fighting you for. 

“Y/n, I don’t get why you’re turning this into such a big deal.” 

“Stop doing that. Stop acting like I don’t get to be mad. I do! I am! You know, you always do this JJ.” “I do not.” “You do. I’m sick of it. I’m- I’m sorry, JJ, but I’m done. I don’t wanna do this anymore,” you sniffle. You refuse to cry. Not in front of him. ��We’re going in circles, I really think it’s time to, to just call it quits.” You shrug. JJ is silent. You wait, you yourself need to process what just came out of your mouth. 

JJ is on the couch. He leans on his knees with his elbows and his head is hanging low. He nods. Slowly at first, then quicker. 

“Okay,” he sighs, “You’re right. You’re right.” You nod, relieved that he agreed with you. A bigger part of you was upset that he agreed with you. It would’ve been nice if he had put up some kind of a fight. 

“So, uh, I’ll go.” “Yeah.”

You collapsed onto the couch, rubbing a hand over your face. A brightly colored magazine was open on the coffee table in front of you. Cheetah printed bold letters spelled out a headline: 

The 7 Ways He’ll Tell You He Loves You.

Talk about bad timing. You flipped the cover back over it. 

#1: He’ll flat out tell you. 

“You know, you’re one of the dumbest boys I’ve ever met.” “Right back at you.” JJ grinned up at you. “Oh, low blow, dude.” You laughed, tackling him down onto the bed. JJ fell back with a loud oof, the breath knocked out of his stomach. 

“One day, you’ll do that and I won’t get up, you know that? You’re actually going to be the death of me.” “Oh, I hope so. I’m already sick of you.” “This is literally you confessing to my murder.” He laughed, shoving you off him so he could hover over you instead. “They won’t arrest me, I’m too cute.” You gave him a cheesy smile. 

“That you are,” JJ smirked, leaning down to press soft kisses into the skin between your jaw and your neck. You hummed in approval as he pulled away. You fiddled with the necklace which dangled from his neck. “I love you,” he muttered. 

“ ‘Til I murder you?” 

He pecked your lips. “Til you murder me.” 

He couldn’t have fought for you? Put up some sort of argument? This was a stupid battle to pick with yourself. You were the one who instigated the break up.  

Maybe you weren’t expecting him to actually agree with you. You weren’t expecting him to let you end things.

#2: He’ll protect you. 

“Maybank, I swear to god, if you don’t get us down from here right now I will throw your ass off this cliff.” “It’s really not that high up!” “Holy shit!” You yelped and turned to bury your face in JJ’s chest. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you. 

“Hey, you’re okay, alright? You’re okay. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I got you. It’s okay, I got you.” JJ assured you, laughing a little through his words at how tightly you were clutching his tank top. 

The next couple of weeks hurt like hell. It’s a sad process, trying to leave behind someone you were rooted to so deeply. You’d see him at parties or even just out on the street sometimes. 

His eyes always followed you. When you were dating, you were amazing at being able to tell when JJ was watching you.  A shiver used to run over your spine, and you’d turn and immediately meet his eyes. He’d smirk and raise his hand to salute you. 

God, how you missed that smirk. 

Apparently, after you stopped dating, your body never forgot what it felt like when his eyes were on you. These days, when you turned to look at him his eyes were intense. He held your eyes for a second. One second when you could forget how you cried and how he left without kissing  you goodbye. 

Then he looked away. 

#3: He thinks of you when you’re not with him. 

“Hey, baby, look at this.” JJ threw the door to the Chateau open and marched over to you. His smile was proud, like a child trying to impress his mom. He stuck out his hand and dropped a small square magnet into yours. You flipped it over to see the front. 

It was brown and painted badly to look wooden. There were two u-shaped magnets painted on as well, and it read, ‘I can’t help but be attracted to you’. You read this out loud and JJ grinned, ecstatic with his choice.

 “Where did you get this?” You snorted. “It was at some cheesy gift shop. It made me think of you so I had to buy it.” “It’s perfect. I love it.” You stood to kiss his cheek and slid the magnet onto the fridge. “You’re very welcome.” 

JJ has always been nearly unreadable. He’s scarily good at hiding his thoughts and feelings from everyone around him, often including his best friends. You knew John B at least had some knowledge of JJ’s emotions, but you doubted the rest of the group did. 

You had at least managed to make a couple cracks in the hard walls he had built up around himself. 

#4: He shows you his emotions. 

You gaped in awe at the bruises littering his torso. You had no idea just how bad it was. You had no idea why he never told you. 

“I can’t take him anymore, Y/n, I can’t take it- can’t do it anymore.” JJ sobbed, his arms tightening around you. You guided his head down to your shoulder. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, J. C'mere.” You took a deep breath. You would not cry. Not when he needed you to be strong. “Let it out. You’re okay now.” You locked eyes with John B, terrified.

His tears soaked the skin on your shoulder and the first of many that night fell into his hair. 

But since the breakup, from what you saw of him you couldn’t get anything. His face was expressionless every time you made eye contact with him.You had seen him smile at his friends once or twice, but nothing real. JJ was very good at fake smiles. They looked nearly identical to his real ones. But you loved him for long enough to know what a real one should look like. 

#5: He’ll try and make you laugh. 

“Why are you sad, lovely? Stop it, I hate seeing you sad.” JJ pulled you on his chest, brushing hairs out of your face. You shook your head, tucking your face into his chest. 

“Ok. Fine. You leave me no other choice.” JJ sighed loudly. “What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when he tells time?” 

He waited a second for an answer that never came. “Dwayne ‘The Clock’ Johnson.” 

You laughed abruptly, but it came out as a sob. You didn’t lift your head. 

“Alright, you want more, fine. What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when he won’t shut up? Dwayne ‘The Talk’ Johnson. What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when the doorbell is broken? Dwayne ‘The Knock’ Johnson. What do you call Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson when he wears comfortable, breathable footwear? Dwayne ‘The Croc’ Johnson.” 

Your whole body was shaking with uncontrollable laughter now. You were certain that JJ had been practicing those at some point. 

“No more, no more, please,” You finally lifted your head and JJ wiped away a fallen tear with his thumb. You choked on a laugh. “So how long did it take you to come up with those?” 

JJ frowned. “What do you mean, I came up with those like just now!” He laughed.

“Okay, sure, JJ.” “Don’t test me, I have like, 8 more.” 

You think the worst part about this is being lonely. You’re surrounded by comforting friends who try and take you places and get you to have fun but at the end of the night you go home to an empty bed and you wake up in an empty bed.

And every morning without fail, you’ll wake up and reach for him. And every morning without fail, he won’t be there. 

#6: He’ll make romantic gestures. 

“JJ? Where are you?” You sat up, groggily. He wasn’t in bed, that’s for sure. 

“G’morning, lovely,” JJ strolled into your room, carrying a tray. You propped yourself up on the headboard and took it from him. 

“Aw, JJ, what is all this?” “Breakfast.” “You made breakfast?” 

JJ stole a berry off your plate and popped it in his mouth, nodding. He took a seat near your legs. 

JJ can’t cook for shit. 

“Baby, it’s okay, it’s the thought that counts, I thought it was sweet!” “Nah, dude, that was shitty, I’m sorry. That bread tasted like a frying pan.” “The berries were good.” “That’s because all I did to them was wash them.” 

You hit up another party with your friends. They were the best kind of distraction. You pulled up the green bikini strap that was falling down your shoulders. This was his favorite top. 

“Y/l/n!” You heard a voice shout. “Y/n!” 

You turned to see who was shouting your name and smiled at John B. “Hey, Routledge, good to see you!” “Hey, Y/n. Look, I know you guys aren’t on talking terms- “John B, no,” You interrupted, but he kept talking over you. 

“But, please, Y/n, he won’t talk to anybody and we’re all worried about him.” “I really can’t, I don’t think he- “He’s in the van. Driver’s seat. Thank you!” And then he was gone. You huffed. 

You could see the van from here and you could barely make out a figure sitting in the front seat. 

You stood there for a second before you forced yourself to get over it and you made your way around dancing teenagers to the van. 

You pulled open the door and climbed into the passenger seat. He turned to look at you. 

“Hi,” you forced out. This felt uncomfortably unfamiliar. “Hey, Y/n.” 

“How are you?” He asked. He was being formal. He was never formal with you. 

“Fine, I guess. What about you?” 

He said nothing. “Small talk? Is that what we are now? We have to make small talk?” He laughed, exasperated. 

“I know you hate small talk.” 

“What happened to us?” His eyes are wet, and he doesn’t look at you, just stares straight ahead. “I made a mistake.” You said it out loud. You hadn’t forced yourself to admit it yet. That you were wrong for putting him in this position. 

“What?” He turned to look at you. 

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I think some part of me thought you wouldn’t actually let me do it. That you would fight to make us work.” You shrugged. Your eyes watered up. 

“Well, I didn’t want to break up with you.” He spoke quickly. 

“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused. 

“Of course I never wanted to leave you, Y/n. I love you.” “But you said I was right. And you left.” “I thought that was what you wanted. I want you happy. If that means I have to get out of the picture, then I’m gone. I left because I thought you wanted me to go.” 

You scoff. “So, all this time we’ve just been playing ourselves.” 

JJ laughs, a wet one. “You know, nobody told me just how fucking useless I was going to be without you.” He finally really looks at you. 

There’s a half smile on his face and his eyes are full of tears. 

You leap into him, and he meets you halfway. He buries his forehead on your shoulder and his hand is holding the back of your head. “I missed you. I missed you so much, lovely.” He cries into your hair. 

#7: He’ll do anything if it means you’re happy. 

[spacewizardtrek]

WARNING: This post will ruin you. Like Medusa; look at your peril.

But here is is. It’s the one you’ve all been waiting for.

Kirk bod appreciation #7: The RIDICULOUSLY BEAUTIFUL FACE. A highly technical and academic review.

This is a rather nebulous one. And not, on the face of it (pardon the pun) very philosophical, as it’s essentially about Kirk being stupidly pretty. This post probably will (it will) descend into just screaming and sobbing, but there will be, I promise, *some* meaningful insight into the meaning of ‘beauty’ and textual analysis of its role herein.

Beauty is subjective. But look at him. It’s not just being aesthetic, but it’s the *way* he’s aesthetic. Here I might repeat myself a bit, but stay with me. I may have mentioned before once hearing him described as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is PRETTY. He is indeed often conveyed in the way the women stereotypically (not necessarily rightly) are on screen: perfect, smooth skin; soft, big eyes; luscious lips (his body is sensually curvaceous and furthermore it’s emphasised). He’s not androgynous though. He’s masculine. And yet I still sense what was meant in describing him as ‘beautiful in the way women are often described as beautiful’. He is a rather uncommon form of gender fuckery. He is a form of stereotype-subversion not commonly acknowledged. He seems to be everything at once, ALL THE GENDER; combines whichever traits he desires from those categories, and yet is undeniably a man and masculine whatever the ingredients. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE, one might wonder. The fact of the matter is, that it IS. And it teaches us something.

The FUCK. nO. You are not allowed to be that pretty, and you are NOT allowed to look at her like that. We’re trying to have a SENSIBLE DISCUSSION here.

Sorry, that was a non-sequitur / nothing to do with what we learn by Kirk’s embodiment; I was just ambushed by my own gif. Only the control of a Vulcan. ONLY that could possibly withstand this onslaught. And even that won’t hold up forever AS WE WELL KNOW

God.

This is going well, as you can tell.

OK. So, it’s claimed he has Eyes and Stupidly Long Weakness-Inducing Eyelashes. You know, from all that fanfic that goes on about ‘big, sparkling eyes’ and him fanning his ‘long, copper eyelashes’. I mean, yeah right, tropey mc tropeface -

IT’S TRUE. HE IS LITERALLY AN ANIME PRINCESS.

There are some moments where he just BLINKS and, how to describe it...how does a BLINK have that effect. It’s NOT ALLOWED.

...I’m sorry. It IS allowed. All of it. I am not shaming you your beauty. Never change, Jim. Never.

OK. I’m ok. 3 pics down, we can get through this -

Oh you are joking. Stop.

I don’t understand how anyone can be so beautiful. Life is a lie. Reality is fake -

- you did NOT just turn your big anime eyes on Spock. You do know this is why he ran away to PURGE ALL HIS EMOTIONS?

And for that matter, you know when Kirk looks his most beautiful? Literally WHEN HE’S LOOKING AT SPOCK. Spock talks some bollocks and Kirk just sparkles like a fucking angel:

Unbelievable. But utterly undeniable.

Sigh. Moving on.

Oh - someone once suggested I talk about The Lips. Lips are so wonderful aren’t they. So many wonderful things they can do.

And Kirk’s. They’re there in every picture: perfect, rosy, soft and madness-inducing. My advice is just...don’t think about them. But since I’ve been asked to draw attention to them, well, you’ve just sealed your fate. Scroll down at your peril.

I WARNED YOU.

I am pulling NO punches.

I’ve seen this great meme going around:

Excuse me though....CUTE?

That’s the understatement of the 23rd century.

Try impossibly beautiful, mind and body: heart of solid gold, soul deep in love with you. Those eyes and all their passion burned into your memories a thousand times over, along with - maybe, suggestibly, idk I’m extrapolating from all the goddamn tension - even the one unforgettable time he laid between lily-white sheets and gave himself to you; every gift of the mind, body and soul - and your ostensibly-forced Vulcan conditioning, that completely ignored how incompatible one part of you was with it, caused so much dissonance that you thought the only possible course of action for you both to survive was to BREAK UP, tear yourself from this beauty and love and sweetness to PURGE ALL EMOTIONS because nothing, nothing equipped you for this; you were set up specifically to fail, and fail hard in the face of transcendental love and beauty by those who rejected such things and didn’t understand you and could never imagine this for you and who instead of helping your beautiful neurodivergent brain flourish taught you to repress and caused you pain and shame and Gol was so hard and Kirk was so sad, so very sad and depressed and hurt and yet he couldn’t stop loving you with a bond so strong he called to you across the stars and Gol was all for naught yet you still didn’t know how to live like this, it was torture, torture until the mind meld with the living machine flashed your BIOS and you knew, love.exe was suddenly running with no errors and he came after you and held you and you held hands and, and -

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*sobbing*

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just...give me a moment

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YOU WONDER WHAT THE SUBTEXT (FRIKKIN’ MAIN TEXT) OF STAR TREK: THE MOTION PICTURE WAS ALL ABOUT???

The pain?? The angst?? The two logical entities seeking contact, love, THIS SIMPLE FEELING? That fucking moment when spock walks on the bridge and the only way he can control himself is to be SUPER Vulcan, while his love gazes at him with those EYES, fucking huge and glittering and hurt and loving?? Is it so much a mystery what memories these two are carrying, what’s behind the searing tension???????

Love him. Love him Spock. Take him in your arms and love him. He’s for you. All for you. Fucking hell guys. The fuck. This movie.

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ok.

ok I can do this

CAN U NOT

those damn eyes I swear

It’s obviously not all just superficial physical beauty. What IS beauty? Narratively we do sometimes find this ‘prettiness’ enhanced and emphasized like the old vaseline lens to set the tone of a scene (he’s vulnerable and delicate, or someone’s indeed in love with him so we see their ‘lens’ on him); but it is somewhat intangible and nebulous and changeable. I don’t think aesthetic beauty, if one deems it so, on its own, would be enough for the likes of Spock (indeed, no woman could charm him thusly); it's about something deeper. It’s about who he is. Who he is inside: the beautiful AND the imperfect. How his good and bad - how his ‘all’ -  chimes with Spock’s 'all’. The Enemy Within deals with this, and shows how Spock loves all of Kirk, wants him complete, with both his light and shadow. The beauty of all of us is this totality and variance, not one intangible quality.

I’ll bet Spock’s parents knew immediately. Can you imagine Sarek trying to be a total bitch over Kirk, having heard the rumours and just wanting to have one more thing to reject Spock over, immediately projecting onto Kirk as some blow-up pretty-boy and how Incredibly More Disappointing My Son Is for being Obviously In Love With Stupid Illogical Human Doll Face Bubble Butt Bimbo Captain, and Amanda’s like, stfu, let me remind you Kirk is actually a Fucking Amazing Highly Decorated Starship Captain who Saves Your Life and don’t you DARE resent him just because he’s got tits/ass/tum/lips that won’t quit and is obviously the freakin’ sun Spock orbits. Mr ‘I married a human but that was special because it was logical’ or some bullshit. How is Kirk an illogical choice? I mean literally, Spock is a Science Genius™ on the federation’s FLAGSHIP whose well-matched Genius Captain™ understands him, accepts him, brings the best out of him, helps him fulfil his whole potential and is in love with him in the deepest and purest way and will be his bonded soulmate for ALL OF TIME and that fucking sour-faced bih at the start of that ep, ffs.

Of course Amanda stays in touch with Kirk, adores the fuck out of him, sends him old Vulcan lit on t’hy’la bonds (yes sarek, a T’HY’LA bond, so revered freakin’ poets write about it) etc because frankly her son could do FAR FUCKING WORSE.

FAR. FUCKING. WORSE.

Don’t...just don’t slip the bod into the equation, the face is enough for one post. We’re all in therapy for this already, let’s not relapse.

Oh, what’s the use. I’m gonna die. This is it. This is like the Monty Python joke that is so funny it kills you. This man is lethal. I need to stop this thread and purge all my emotions

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That’s it. I’m dead. You’re dead. We’re all dead.

I hope, however, seeing this post was worth it. See you at Gol everyone.

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The Forbidden Texts, DO NOT READ:

Kirk bod appreciation #6: The Curves. The Front. The...chest. AND THE AMAZING GREEN WRAP

Kirk bod appreciation #5: The Paws

Kirk bod appreciation #4: The Curves. The Back. Poetry in motion.  

Kirk bod appreciation #3: Season 3 (Part 1)

Kirk bod appreciation #2b: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #2a: The Gluteus Maximus

Kirk bod appreciation #1: The Tum

[ill-skillsgard]

Faust x Faith - No Looking Back

Warning: 18+ smut, public sex, violence, blood, arson, implied death, mentions of non-consensual touching (nothing explicit and no r-words used,) mentions of stalking, unconsciousness, anti-religious themes, strong language.

Note: Hey, hey. I’ve wanted to write this for a while, but haven’t had much time. This isn’t based on any requests—just something I feel needs to happen to move the universe along. After this, I’ll be basing future FxF stuff off drabble requests instead of going story-heavy for a bit. Likes, comments and reblogs are suuuper ‘ppreciated!

Summary: - Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration - 3.6K words -

Faust makes good on his word to protect Faith, taking drastic measures to assure her assailant never bothers her again.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

Thin raindrops pattered the man's leather jacket as he walked through the streets with his hood drawn up and his eyes low. For two days, the drizzle persisted and melted the black snowbanks into slush. Though the dismal atmosphere kept most inside, Sven had good reason to travel across town on foot. The promise of a girl's company waited at the end of his route, and he put off his regular nightly routine of masturbating to fetish porn for—what he hoped was—the real thing.

He glanced at his cracked phone screen every few minutes to check in with her, making sure she hadn't changed her mind, that she was serious. From the earnestness of her messages and the speed at which she replied to his questions, he determined she meant what she said about wanting to meet. Finally, his luck was turning. He’d show that miserable bastard Faust who was the better man.

- What abt ur bf? Lol

- What about him? Not here, is he?

- Thought u were a good girl.

- Haha, not really. Are you close?

- Ya. Y r we meeting at this random place?

- I need you to promise you won't tell a soul. If you can prove that to me, maybe we can keep meeting up.

- Lol ok. I PROMISE I won't say a word😉

- Thank you. Hurry, please. It's cold out!

- Be there in 5. I'll let u wear my jacket altho idk might not need it😉

- Hehe omgosh. You're making me blush.

- I'll make u do way more then blush baby. Just wait.

Sven lengthened his strides and turned the corner onto a hill leading toward the industrial area of town. Down the slope, he walked past several warehouses and legions of trucks parked inside barbed-wire fencing. It was a peculiar site to meet up, but his rendezvous insisted on a place nobody would think to look.

Betting his night would take an erotic turn, Sven popped a piece of gum in his mouth and chewed away the cigarette taste. He was seconds away from the spot she chose to meet, and his chest constricted with excitement. His boots crunched over gravel and garbage as he walked down a narrow alley between two faceless buildings. There was an open lot at the end of the lane, where he assumed she was waiting. As he made his way through the dimly lit alley, he whistled to make his presence known. The shrill tune reverberated off an overflowing dumpster to his left, and as he stepped to clear the reeking trash receptacle, something hard and blunt swung out at eye-level and flattened him to the ground.

Dazed and blinded from the sudden strike, he tried moving his mouth, but only a bubble of blood popped from his lips. A piercing stream of sound filled his ears as the edges of his vision turned dark. A large black figure came into view above, haloed by the soggy grey sky in the deepening veil. The featureless shadow chuckled deeply before a heavy boot's tread put out his lights.

~*~

Several hours passed before Sven's eyelids shuddered. By then, his assailant had had plenty of time to tie him to a wooden chair and organize his instruments of punishment. A headache blistered through the man's skull, throbbing in his eye sockets until he gained enough consciousness to open them. When he saw the person who had knocked him out, his throat closed and the gasp ripping through came out high-pitched.

"Faust... Please... Don't—" Sven hiccoughed. "Don't do this. I'm sorry. I'm SORRY!"

Faust, who had been facing the doorway at the end of a long red runner, turned toward Sven, holding a hammer's handle in one hand while cradling the head in the other. A malicious smirk peeked out from a curtain of black hair. He took a step forward, the clomp of his leather boots echoing through the church. Each step made a menacing sound that bit down on Sven's nerves and rattled his sensitive skull.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I know you hate me, but please, don't hurt me. I swear I'll never talk to her again!"

Faust approached, flashing the obsidian hammerhead. He tossed the tool in his grip and stuck his hand into his pocket, producing several five-inch nails.

"No! God, no, please! Faust! Don't do this!"

The black-haired giant stopped to admire the curve of the hammer’s prongs. Sven looked around the empty church and saw a jerrycan taking up space in a nearby pew. He immediately started struggling against the jute rope binding his wrists and ankles to the chair as Faust drew nearer, smile uncoiling.

"I already gave you the chance to never talk to her again. Remember?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry means fuck all to me. You should know that. The only reason you left the campsite with your dick intact is because of the witnesses," Faust said, then spun around with his arms out, showcasing their solitude. "Now, it's just you and me."

"Please don't," Sven muttered through swollen lips. "Fuck, I'll do anything!"

"There's nothing you can do. Nothing a sorry sack of human waste can provide this world to make me change my mind."

"SHE LIED!"

Faust jingled the nails in his jacket, reminding Sven who held the weapon.

"Whatever she told you... It's not true! I was at the party, but I didn't do anything to her!" Sven's voice cracked.

"Oh... So you didn't follow her into my bedroom?"

"No! I talked to her for a minute, and that's all. That's all, I swear, Faust. Don't kill me."

The stomp of boots neared the altar where Sven struggled in the chair. He twisted to loosen the rope and slipped one hand out. Faust grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the arm of the chair, readying a nail between his lips as he gripped the hammer. Sven let out a scream, stifled instantly by the hammerhead. Faust wedged the metal between his teeth and hissed.

"Shut the fuck up, or I'll use this to smash your teeth out like a goddamn window. Understand me?"

Sven nodded and quaked as Faust placed the tip of the nail against the soft, flat part of his forearm.

"Stay still. If I fuck up and hit the Radial or Ulnar artery... You could bleed out before I'm done. Gotta get it right between the bones." Faust slapped the pale skin to reveal blue veins. He pressed the nail’s tip in place and rose the hammer above his head, bringing it down and stopping short of the head as Sven shrieked.

Faust cackled. "Jesus Christ, dude. Did you really think I was gonna nail you to a chair?"

Sven groaned, relieved and moist with cold sweat. "Faust, I'm serious. Please, man. You gotta believe me."

His dark laughter continued, bouncing off the high ceilings, the wooden pews and polished floors. As Sven let out his own nervous chuckle, Faust brought the hammer down in one swift pull, then slapped his hand over Sven's gaping mouth to stifle the screams. Howling, Sven rattled his head back and forth as a searing bolt of pain tore through his right arm, crackling in his shoulder where it burned and burned.

Faust tore his phone out of his back pocket and brought up a video, slamming the screen into Sven's face. The video of him grabbing Faith in his room while he was states away watching the live feed from the camera he'd set up on the desk.

"I knew these little cameras would come in handy. See? I know what you did, you stupid fuck. And you know what else? I would have just beat the shit out of you had I not stopped by your place before our little meeting."

Sven whined, tears pouring from his eyes in steady streams.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. I went into your room... Saw some interesting things on your computer. At first, I thought it was just standard fucking creep shit. Snuff porn, torture... Teen girls. None of that surprised me... Until I dug around and found your little stalker file buried in your folders. You didn't even encrypt it. How fucking stupid are you?"

"I'm sorry," Sven shook.

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"I'm sorry for touching her. I should have left her alone."

"What'd you think was gonna happen? That she wouldn't tell me? Or that I wouldn't believe her? And now I know you've been following Faith around, taking pictures of her, you fucking predator. And what about those other women, huh? You sorry about them, too?"

"Yes! I'm sorry. I know I have problems! I'm trying to get help. Please, Faust. If you let me go, I promise I'll do it. I'll get better. I haven’t hurt anyone!"

Faust shook his head slowly, grunting in refusal. "No. I meant what I said when I told you I'd crucify you if you went near Faith again. I'm doing the world a favour."

Sven hung his head and bled from the grievous wound pinning him to the chair, shuddering weakly from his injuries. Faust would never relent. He'd witnessed the drummer's cold disdain, the malignant hatred living inside that made him turn to the dark with open arms. Faust wasn't an actor. He pledged himself to the darkness with unyielding conviction, never one to take such things lightly. This realization depleted Sven's will to reason with the man.

Faust gripped another thick nail and drove it through Sven's left arm, smiling as blood dripped from the wood onto the church altar. The violent yelps filled Faust with morbid delight as he pressed the bloodied hammer under his victim's chin and raised his face.

"You're gonna die tonight, Sven."

"What makes you better than me? You'll be a murderer," Sven stuttered. "You hurt people, too."

"You and I are not the same. Don't ever compare yourself to me. You're a coward, and I warned you. Tread on what's mine, and I'll destroy you. That's what I said."

"All this over a girl? Are you fucking crazy!?"

Faust stooped to one knee, looking up at Sven as though the insult had cut him. Faust's brows arched, bottom lip jutting outward as he studied Sven, who closed his eyes. Then, Faust rose to his feet, leather stretching from the motion. Faust tapped his chin, smiled, and leaned over to whisper, "yes... Totally fucking crazy."

With a powerful kick to the chest, Faust sent the chair and Sven toppling backward. He then unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood and giggled as he emptied his bladder on the weeping man. While Sven cried and moaned, Faust closed his zipper, whistling merrily. He left Sven on his back and snatched the jerrycan from the pew, taking slow, calculated steps while twisting off the cap and dousing the altar in gasoline.

As the gas trickled, Sven's desperation mounted. He could not flail, so he screamed. Faust gently reminded him what he'd do to Sven's teeth if he carried on shouting. The pinned man blubbered and begged, but Faust ignored his pleas. Inside his head, all Faust heard was the sound of flames rushing into a circle around Sven, crackling over the carpet and up the old church's wooden beams. By the time the roof caught fire, Faust had planned on being long gone.

"Please, Faust... You'll regret this! I know you're a serious person, but this is too far. You won't be able to live with yourself!"

"Wrong. I couldn't live with myself knowing I let a vulture like you walk this planet freely." Faust poured a trail down the floor runner, far away from the altar. He tossed the can aside and looked up at the Catholic saints' stained-glass portrayals and Jesus at the center of it all, staring down with sad eyes. Faust took a book of matches from his pocket and ripped one from the bunch, running its tip across the ignitor strip until a small flame burst to life. Faust flicked the match to the ground without a second thought, and the flame ate up the gasoline trail swiftly. The church was illuminated, and the colourful glass windows came to life. Faust raised his eyes to the forlorn Jesus and leered while the fire spread.

He did not stay to admire his work or revel in the cries of a man burning alive. Faust fled before the fire consumed the church, not once looking back or wondering if his victim had somehow escaped. He trudged through puddles of slush, hair swinging in the wind, white shadows of breath leaving his mouth.

It was time to get back to finish the tour. But he had one more stop to make.

~*~

Faith left the mall after helping close the book store. She received small smiles and nods from the mall staff as they locked doors and unfolded security gates. Some of the people she had spoken to before, and some she had only seen in passing. Though she returned their pleasantries, inside Faith was fretting. She tried not to worry about her boyfriend or ask where he was under strict orders to go about her day as usual.

She stepped into the evening air as the sun sank, taking the blue from the sky along for the descent. Wisps of white cloud stretched across the pink and violet above. Faith took in a deep breath and walked to the bus stop situated between a movie theatre and a dollar store. She popped her earbuds in and turned on a song that reminded her of Faust; one he wouldn’t like. His music taste had no room for the upbeat indie rock she enjoyed. Still, she smiled when the lyrics reminded her of him.

The scent of cigarette smoke caught her attention, and she looked around, finding no culprit. She wondered where the smell came from if nobody was around but soon forgot when the city bus appeared in the distance. It had to make a long trek around the parking lot before it pulled up at the movie theatre. Faith readied her bus card to scan as another cloud of smoke enveloped her senses.

Faith whirled around, and there he was, all black and leather, white teeth clutching the filter of a cigarette. Faust smiled, his words bolting from his mouth as she clamped her arms around him and crushed her face into his chest. The leather and musk brought tears to her eyes. She ripped out her earbuds and tried not to weep.

He hushed her, lifted her off the ground and retreated into the shadowed alley between the theatre and the store. By the time the bus pulled up, Faust had pressed her against the brick wall behind the building.

"Faust. Oh my gosh, where have you been? I was so worried," Faith gasped.

"Sh, don't ask questions, baby." Faust smothered her mouth, holding her thighs around his waist.

"Mm—I love you. Oh my God. I can’t believe you’re here! I love you so freaking much."

"I know you do," Faust breathed against her lips. "I love you, too, babe."

"Tell me where you've been!"

Faust shook his head and kissed her neck instead. She raked her fingers through his hair, knocking his hood down so she could see him unobstructed.

"Told you... Don't ask... Mmkay?... Stop asking... Just let me... Mm—fuck!"

Faith pulled his pelvis inward with her thighs, rubbing against his crotch and the heavy bullet belt wrapped around his hips. In their cloud of lust, Faust pushed his black jeans down just enough to free his erection.

"Fuck, I love your little skirts. Makes it so easy," Faust murmured.

The thought of Faust showing up disquieted her, but his lips on her skin and his desire thwarted these anxieties for a while. She set aside her questions, happy to have him in her arms again and overcome by arousal. When he stretched her panties aside and pushed into her, they both froze in expressions of excruciating ecstasy. Faust tilted his head back and closed his eyes, and Faith clutched his shoulders, already writhing from the intense fulfillment between her legs.

Just as she thought Faust might drop her, he bent his knees and hoisted her higher up on the wall. In his arms, she weighed close to nothing. She missed feeling tiny against him.

"Miss my cock?" He growled in her ear.

"Yes, baby. Oh my gosh, of course, I missed it. I missed my big man."

"Yeah? Fuck, I miss my little pussy," Faust breathed. "Mm, show me those gorgeous tits."

Faith unbuttoned her work polo and stretched the collar down around her breasts for Faust to bury his face. Though there wasn't an abundance of flesh to lose himself in, Faust shivered from the first taste of her nipples. With muted groans of pleasure, he rammed into her until Faith could no longer contain her cries, unaccustomed to his girth. Faust absorbed her whimpers with his mouth, coaxing her tongue until she only hummed.

He felt ferocious from the last twenty-four hours. If he could make Faith scream without drawing attention, Faust would have slammed her into the wall and fucked her until she shredded her vocal cords. He had to keep a low profile. Even visiting Faith was a considerable risk, but one he relished taking as she clamped her thighs and rutted against him.

He supported her ass in both hands and shifted off the wall to fuck her standing up. While he took her this way, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered, whispering, "yes, fuck my pussy hard, big boy. Oh, I love that big cock inside me."

Faust unhooked and held her out so he could watch her breasts jiggle with every bounce. "You still taking your birth control? I'm gonna fucking bust so hard inside you, baby."

"Yeah. Yeah, baby, do it. Fill my pussy, please. I want your cum."

Her dirty talk and sweet sobs for his cock pushed him over the edge. He cradled her head as he pushed her against the wall and throbbed between her legs until empty. Faust pulled out and immediately turned her around and bent her over to watch globs of fresh cum dripping from her wet slit. He used one finger to push some of it back inside and had her suck off the rest. Afterward, he pulled up his pants and compressed her against the wall, one hand over her mouth while the other worked her clit in gentle circles. Faust didn't stop until she squealed and shuddered against him, muffled in his jacket and writhing from the manual orgasm.

When Faith calmed down, he released her and stepped away, pulling a cigarette from the squished pack in his jacket pocket. The lighter's flame created an orange halo around his face and promptly died. He smoked like nothing had happened while she fixed her skirt, buttoned her polo and zipped up her coat.

Faith smiled up at her lover, the night blotting out most of his features.

"I'm so glad you're home," she said.

"Not for long," Faust exhaled.

Her heart quivered. "Wait, what?"

"I gotta go back."

"When?"

"Tonight."

"What? No! But... You just got back," said Faith.

Faust shrugged, his leather jacket speaking for him. The evening matured, consuming the details of her hurt expression until the streetlamps along the road came to life.

"Why did you come here?"

Faust took one last long haul off his cigarette and flicked it down the alleyway. "Listen to me, Faith... You need to quit asking questions. I'm serious. The more questions you ask, the worse it'll be. And you and I did not see each other tonight. As far as you know, I'm on tour. Understand?"

"Yes," Faith said to appease him.

"I want to stay, trust me. But I can't. You know why. All the answers you want, you already have. Don't keep bugging, don't mention it ever again."

"I want to go with you," she whispered.

"No. You stay. Go to your classes, go to work, go visit your parents. Everything normal. And I don't want you moping around either. You put on that pretty smile, and you pretend for me. I'll call you in a couple of weeks before the last show and arrange a way for you to get there."

"What do you mean you’ll call in couple of weeks?" Faith whined. “What about goodnights?”

"I don't have a phone anymore."

"Why—? Oh, um... Okay. I understand."

Faust gathered the girl up in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Good girl. I love you, and I miss you."

"I love you, too."

He tipped her face up and sensed tears forming in her eyes. Faust shook his head. "No crying. We'll see each other very soon. Just a couple more weeks."

"I know," she sighed.

"I love you more than anything, Faith. Now, go catch your bus. Should be here in a few minutes."

"But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm on tour. I'm not even here," he explained.

Faust kissed her again, smoothed his hands over her shoulders and turned her to face the bus stop. He urged her along. "No looking back. Hop on the bus and go do your schoolwork."

"Okay," she said, determined to make him proud. Faith walked out of the shadows and into the lamplight hovering over the depot. Across the lot, the city bus pulled in, and though she longed to turn around to see Faust watching over her, she kept her eyes forward and waited. When the bus pulled up, and the doors drew back, she stepped onto the platform and smiled at the driver as she scanned her pass. Faith took a seat in the back and put in her earbuds. She searched through a list of bands and selected the only one whose logo was illegible. As she pressed play, she listened to the immediate assault of the drums, their constant and violent beat. Faith smiled—warm in her chest and between her legs.

[jujaeson]

Water | Three

Two // Materlist

cast : nerd!Juyeon x badgirl!OC

genre : fluff

“I still don’t get it, so why did he kiss you again?” Sunwoo asked, his eyes has gotten twice bigger.

“I said i don’t know, are you sure your ear’s alright?”

“And why would he kiss you for no reason?”

“I didn’t said it was for no reason dumbass. It seems like he was avoiding the question so i won’t force it out of him. He must’ve had his reason, it probably had something to do with the girl. “ my eyes still focusing on the game in Sunwoo’s computer,

“ But what would it be? What would convince someone like him to pretend to date someone like you?”

I punched his stomach, “What do you mean someone like me? I still get flooding love letters every valentine, how is it so questionnable that someone is willing to --pretend-date-- me?”

“No but Lee Juyeon just doesn’t seems to be those kind of guy. Are you sure you didn’t threatened him with anything?”

His words annoyed me so much i ended up losing the game,

He immediately went out of his room when he realized what he just did.

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Juyeon really stayed to his words. He said a few words to the girl, and walked back to me. So here we are now, at a cafe by the library, Juyeon sitting in front of me, and i can’t help but notice how he can’t stop scratching the back of his head.

The blush on his face can’t help but show the fact that he is, and was embarassed. What i’m not sure is if he’s embarassed from kissing me out of nowhere, or just kissing me, even though the latter will make no sense at all.

Wait, or was it his first kiss ?

Anyways, i’m not the one to blame even if it is.

I really don’t mind though, whatever the reason is. I’m not one to take those things seriously.

“I’m sorry”, “I’m really sorry”

the silence are finally broken, but we just had to say it at the same time, making it even more awkward.

Indeed, we were both at fault here.

I can’t help but laugh, and he did too. Now we are finally looking at each other.

“Lee Juyeon, right? I’m y/n y/l/n by the way. ” i said,

He nodded, “i know”. He finally moved, hand reaching to the straw and taking it out from the packaging, putting it into my glass and his own, “we went to the same school before”

I nodded, “right,”

His eyebrow rose, “do you even remember me?”

I shrugged my shoulder, “maybe?”, and he smiled.

“Well, I’m not offended,” he said.

I sipped my drink as an attempt to gulp the awkwardness along with it, “so, who’s gonna tell their story first?” i asked,

He gave me a lopsided grin, “you can go first”

So i started telling him about what happened with Mr. Lee, but i tried to skip the part where Naeun told me he actually liked the teacher. It’s still her privacy, but it’s not my fault if Juyeon may has caught up about that. He’s a smart guy afterall,

“and that’s just it, I had to find someone, and that unlucky someone just happened to be you,” i finished off my story.

“and if i reject the favor?”

My eyes widened, what an asshole,

“and what makes u think i’m asking you for a favor?”

“isn’t that why you came all the way to the library which you hated so much?”

again, he’s a smart guy afterall,

I glared at him and snorted, “well that can’t be helped. I can’t force you. I’ll just pray to God to make the whole school forget about what happened,”

He laughed playfully, making the urge to punch him in the face even bigger,

I can’t help but grumbled, “Why would you reject it tho? Am i the only one asking for a favor here? What about the kiss just now? You needed me to help you with something and a kiss just happened to be---”

“Okay” he cuts me off,

“Okay?

“Yeah, i’ll do it.”

I tried hard to hide my smile, “good then”,

“ and let me remind you, i’m not the only one asking you for help. We are doing this for each other”, he laughed at my words, eyes now looking at watch on his arm,

“are you not eating?”, i shaked my head, “i ate 2 portion of food during lunch because sunwoo is allergic. I’m still full,”

He stands up from his seat, “i’ll go back to the library now then. See you tomorrow, i guess?”

I smiled, and waved him goodbye,

“you can call me if you get bored studying,” i told him in a teasing way as he turned his back,

he than let out an OH, and turned back again, “i don’t have ur numbers”, he said while taking out his phone from his back pocket,

i laughed and take the phone from him, typed my number in, “i dont mean it. It’s ur own choice to study so don’t u dare ask me to go to library with you” and i give the phone back to him,

“and i have no plan to make a disaster in the library by bringing you there, you won’t even last more than 5 seconds,” he said as he pressed the green button,

i can feel my phone vibrating, i took it out and picked up the call,

“well,” i said before putting the phone near my ear,

“you'll miss me” i whispered the word while looking at his eyes, and he cringed when he hear the words coming out from his phone,

i can’t help but let out another laugh, “you know you can go now, mr. good boy”

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SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY OF UPLOAD im actually having an exam in a few days so it's been quite hectic, hope you like it🥰🥰

[mayraki]

“Our guardian angel”

drew starkey x reader

not my gif! credits to the owner.

a lovely anonymous requested; Drew x older Pankow!sister They’re pregnant and she dies while labor

MASTERLIST

Drew opened his eyes at the sound of a baby crying. He sighed and then tried his best to get out of bed. His body was tired and he could feel a slight pain in his chest. It was normal for him by now, but that didn’t change the fact that it was still hard.

He walked out of the room and because it was dark, he bumped into the door and a memory flashed back into his mind.

“I’m so sorry!” You said when you bumped into a body on your brother’s birthday party.

Drew turned around and then locked eyes with you. You had a little smile on your face and he couldn’t help himself but think that you were extremely beautiful.

“It’s alright! Don’t worry.” He said still trying to get a look on your face and try to remember where he had seen you since you looked familiar.

“Oh, you’re the guy who fights with my brother multiple times!” You pointed at him and then Drew was confused until you talked again. “I’m Y/n, Rudy’s big sister.”

He let out a little laugh once he understood. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“I loved your work on the show!” you said with a big smile.

Drew couldn’t keep his eyes from you. He loved the way you moved your hands when you talked, the way you played fight with Rudy, how you hugged him and how you made everyone around you feel happy.

“It’s ok, baby. Come here.” Drew picked up little Rose and then carried her to the living room, and then sat down on the couch. The baby slowly started to calm down and he felt his body relax on the couch, going back to sleep with another memory on his head.

“I don’t understand anything about basketball, to be honest.” You said once you two sat down at the stands on the basketball course.

Once Drew found out a famous team was going to play in his town he immediately got tickets and then asked you if you wanted to go with him, you said yes because you loved hanging out with him even though you didn’t know anything about the sport.

Drew loved to have you next to him, the idea of having you there with him while he enjoyed something made his insides go wild. He didn’t like to accept it yet, but there was something there.

And he didn’t know, that that night, every feeling was going to be out just because of a kiss cam.

You were looking at the screen at some couple make out when the famous kiss cam pointed at them. You let out a little laugh and then Drew looked at you. He loved the sound of your laugh and the way your eyes would go smaller when you smiled. The way thar big shirt would make you even smaller and make you look cute, he loved that. He was getting lost in you when you widen out your eyes.

“Oh my god.” You said softly and then Drew turned to where you were looking. The kiss cam was now pointing at you two and he could feel his heart beat faster.

You gently shook your head and then Drew let out a little laugh. The people started to cheer up and the was no other choice, since the camera wasn’t moving.

You two locked eyes with each other and then Drew without hesitation, grabbed your cheek and united his lips with yours.

“Hey daddy” Rose said next to Drew. “When is uncle Rudy coming?”

Drew let out a little smile and then kneeled down to be on the same level as Rose. “This afternoon, baby.”

Rose moved with excitement and Drew let out a little laugh while going back to making lunch for him and Rose. When he looked up to get the salt, the picture of you, him, and Rudy made him get lost in a memory.

Rudy couldn’t take his eyes away from Drew, the words ‘we’re dating!’ that came out of your mouth we’re still going around his mind.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this.” Rudy said crossing his arms around his chest.

“Believe me, neither did we.” You said and Drew gave you a little smile.

“Alright. I’m happy for you two, but Drew, my man, if you ever hurt her. I’ll kill you.” He said serious but you couldn’t help and let out a laugh.

“Sure, Rudy.” You said letting your arm go around Drew’s waist, who was looking down at Rudy and he nodded.

“Or I’ll hire someone, because you’re too tall for me.”

“Daddy!” Rose said when Drew came into the apartment. He had been working all day and was tired, but the feeling of having his little girl around his arms made everything bad go away in seconds. “Look what I found!” Rose handed him a picture of a baby ultrasound. It was black and white and Rose was inside of your stomach. “What’s that?”

“That’s you, inside of mom’s stomach.”

“Did mom ate me?” Rose said with disgust and Drew let out a little laugh.

“Hey” you said once you entered Drew’s apartment. You seemed sad and nervous and Drew noticed that.

“What’s wrong?” He asked concerned. “You seemed pretty nervous on the phone.

“Uh... Drew.” Tears were coming down your cheeks and he immediately hold you into his arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

You let your face rest in his chest while his arms where around your body. You were finding the courage to say what you wanted to say.

“I’m pregnant.” You said almost in a whisper and Drew just stood there. Your heart started to beat faster and your tears started to come down your cheeks once again.

“You’re pregnant?” Drew asked you once he locked eyes with you. You nodded and a giant smile appeared on Drew’s face. “Oh my god! I’m going to be a dad!” He hugged you and you were shook at his response.

Drew couldn’t be more happier. He always saw himself as a dad, one day. And he couldn’t believe it was you the one who he was going to form a family with.

“Look Dad! A rose, like me!” She pointed at the flower on the park.

Drew let out a little smile and then felt the tears wanting to come out his eyes.

“No, Drew. We’re not going to call the baby “proof that I had sex with Y/n Y/l/n.” You said while you were walking around the city.

“But can you imagine the faces of the people?” Drew said and let out a little laugh.

“Oh my god, I’m going to have to take care of two babies.” You said jokingly and gave Drew a kiss on the cheek once he opened his mouth being offended.

“Oh, look at that Rose!” You said once you walked passed a flower shop. “It’s beautiful. Roses are my favorite, to be honest. They are so unique.” You gently touched the Rose and felt how soft it was.

“How about, if it’s a girl... Rose?” Drew said and you locked eyes with him.

“Rose. I like that.”

“Daddy, my stomach hurts.” Rose said while getting on the couch where Drew was reading a book.

“Really? Come here.” Rose let his head rest in Drew’s lap and he was gently touching her hair. He felt her body relax on top of him and her breathing was getting calmer.

“I think I haven’t moved this much in years.” You said sitting down on the couch after moving your stuff to Drew’s apartment. “This is the exercise of the week!”

Drew let out a little laugh and sat down next to you. You layed down and let your head rest on his lap. You closed your eyes and felt his hand on your waist.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He said almost in a whisper and you let out a little smile. “I can’t wait to be on this couch a couple of years from now and watch our little girl grow up.”

Sometimes, nights were the worst. He couldn’t close his eyes, because of the memory of your face crying would come up. Silence was his worst enemy, because he could hear your screams. The memory was too painful to remember, but sometimes, he couldn’t control himself at night. And it would came back as a nightmare.

“C’mon, push push!” The doctor was screaming.

“She’s loosing a lot of blood!” The nurse said and Drew just stood there, watching himself grab your hand. A headache appeared on his head and he wanted to leave, but he wasn’t waking up.

“It’s ok! Push push! A little bit more!” The doctor yelled again and Drew couldn’t hear his voice on the memory.

He felt his heart beat faster and then the memory became silent and blurry. He saw the doctor grabbed the baby and then the nurse took it away. Drew was not letting your hand go but then the doctor said something, that made Drew get out of the room.

“Drew!”

He opened his eyes and sat down on the bed. His body was covered in sweat and his breath was heavy. A headache appeared again and he took a sip of the water he had on his night stand.

He walked over to the living room and sat down on the couch. He let his head fall behind and he covered it with his hand. His breathing was back to normal but not his heart, who was still going fast.

“Daddy?” Rose asked and he opened his eyes immediately.

“What are you doing up?” Rose walked up to him and then sat down next to him.

“You woke me up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He gently started to touch her hair and she rested her head on his stomach.

“What’s wrong?” She asked playing with her hands.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about your mom.” He said and his voice cracked when the memory came back.

“Oh... I think about her all the time.” She said and Drew looked down at her.

“You do?” She nodded and then walked away from the living room. Drew heard her go into her room and then came back with a photo on her hands.

“I see this picture all the time. And I think, what’s she like... what kind of ice cream would she like, if she would’ve liked to play with me, or do my hair.”

Drew looked at the picture and it was you with a big smile on your face. It was the day you two met. Rudy took it because you had a fun hat on and you two thought it was hilarious.

“She would have loved to play with you. And her favorite flavour was strawberry.” Drew said putting the picture down and locking eyes with Rose.

“That’s good! I like that one too!” She said with a big smile. She went back to Drew’s side and then let her head rest on his arm.

“She would have loved you very much.” Drew said and he felt tears going down his cheeks. “She loved you since when you were in her stomach.” His voice cracked and that made Rose look up at him.

She stood up and now her face was on the same level as his. She took her hands and grabbed Drew’s lips, making them into a smile.

“Don’t worry, daddy. You always tell me that she’s taking care of us. Up there.” She pointed at the sky. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Drew nodded and let out a little smile. “Yeah, I’m sure she is. She’s our guardian angel.”

Rose nodded and layed down, with her head on Drew’s lap. He grabbed the picture and then felt the tears go down faster on his cheeks. He left it on the side table and then looked back at Rose, who was falling asleep. He remembered the day you moved into his apartment. He was in that exact position, but this time, you weren’t on his side.

[rosy-wooyoung]

He needs someone | Park Seonghwa

Words count: 3.3k whoops Pairing: kindergarten teacher! reader x police officer!, single dad! Seonghwa Genre: F L U F F and a squint of angst once A/N: I tried my best, it’s a concept I had in mind for a while and I’m glad I managed to write something :’) I’m sorry in advance if you notice mistakes, English isn’t my first language but at least I tried, right? The gif isn’t mine as usual, all the credits go to the talented creator :)

The first day of the week was coming to an end and you were happy. You loved your job, really, it was a real pleasure to get up in the morning and take care of adorable children your students. They were nice, polite, you had to raise your voice from time to time for the order to come back, but it was rare. However, the past few days were more of a chore than a pleasure, because you were worried about one student in particular. His name was Haneul. He was a 5-year old boy full of energy, kindness and the politest of all your students. Already at his age, he was altruistic, always ready to play with others or help you tidy up things that weren't necessarily his. Despite his good attitude and politeness, you noticed that he was missing something, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Until one afternoon, when you left school, it struck you.

He was one of the few students who didn't have two parents. Yes, some had two mothers or two dads, or their divorced parents came to pick them up each in turn, but for Haneul, everything seemed different. It was always his father who came to pick him up or his grandmother, but it was very rare. You were beginning to question yourself, wondering if Haneul had a mother or other relative that took care of him except for his father. Perhaps his mother was seriously ill, or even dead. You had noticed several times where Haneul was in a bad mood, especially when you asked your students what they had done during the weekend. It was a ritual that you did every Monday morning and many children were talking about their parents. Haneul was always silent during these kinds of moments. Unable to give special treatment, you also asked him questions, especially about the toy cars he loved to take to school, and you tried to get him to talk about his father most of the time. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable or cry in front of the other students, so you carefully avoided the mom's subject.

You were in the school playground, chatting with another teacher to look after the children who were waiting for their parents. It was rush hour, everyone was out of work and the traffic was very heavy, which caused most of the delays for parents. When you noticed Haneul’s father, you excused yourself to your colleague, took the boy’s little hand and walked towards the man. You couldn't lie, his father is a charismatic man. Whenever he entered the yard, single mothers - and sometimes even some married women, in the presence of their husbands - stared at him. He exuded a certain class and a form of serenity which reassured everyone. Maybe it was his uniform that provided that kind of emotion. Yes, his father was a policeman. You have seen him repeatedly patrolling the city or your neighbourhood, even sometimes waiting for his son in his car. At first glance, his life seemed to be devoted to bringing order within the city, but really, it revolved solely around his son. His serious and distant mask fell every time his son ran into his arms or showed him a craft he did in class. He was also one of the few parents who wrote you a kind note for Christmas to thank you for your hard work and it touched you.

When you reached Haneul's father with him, a veil of concern crossed the eyes of the man standing in front of you. He seemed worried and had walked much less assuredly than the other times that you had seen him. "Good evening ma'am. Thanks for calling me. Has Haneul not behaved well?" He questioned as his son, oblivious to the situation, jumped into his arms, kissing his dad’s cheek. "No, your son is a remarkable little boy, full of goodwill and very polite, but there is a delicate subject that concerns him which I would like to talk with you if you would like." The policeman looked at his son and put him on the ground before nodding. "Haneul," he said, crouching down next to his son, "will you play with your friends for a while? I need to speak with your teacher for a few minutes, it won't be long, okay?" Haneul nodded without hesitation and left to replay with his friends, running towards them. "I'm listening," his voice was hesitant, but he tried to keep a neutral expression. "First, I want to tell you that you don't have to answer or take into account what I'm going to tell you, and this is by no means a psychological diagnosis, just an observation me, his teacher." He nodded, a sign for you to continue. "Well, I have a tradition every Monday morning of asking certain students to tell us about their weekend, it's mainly to encourage them to speak in front of others, but the more this discussion advances in the morning, the more I see your child withdrawing into himself, sometimes he's even on the verge of tears when one of his classmates mentions their mother."

The policeman didn't seem shocked by your statement, but your words didn't leave him indifferent. He said nothing but looked behind you, carefully avoiding your gaze. "I don't want to interfere in your private life, but I have always wondered if Haneul had another parental figure beside you because he looks like he wants one…" He sighed as your voice trailed. "But aside from this little detail, Haneul is a golden child, he's always ready to stop arguments or help me tidy up, his education is remarkable, it's also something I wanted to tell you." You were trying to save yourself from embarrassment, given his lack of reaction, and his smile returned when you complimented his son, but it was not as warm as usual. You knew that you had touched a sensitive point and you had decided to cut short the discussion to not make it more uncomfortable. He already seemed pained enough like that, so you motioned for Haneul to come back to his father. "I'm sorry officer, but I have a few more things to do in class, I wish you a very good evening." You smiled at him and he greeted you with a brief whim and an almost inaudible "thank you".

By putting away the last chairs, you deeply regretted your words. It was none of your business, but Haneul's situation gave your heart a twinge. You were thinking of a softer way to approach the subject again, but you could not find any other solution. You didn't sleep much that night, bitterly regretting the discussion.

What did you have to pry in things that were none of your business?

The two days following this discussion were painful because the policeman did not come to pick up Haneul, it was his grandmother. You were almost ready to ask Haneul for his address to go and apologize to his father. Thursday afternoon was finally the day he decided to reappear. When you saw him again, you rushed inside, leaving your colleague alone in the school playground. You pretended to put the tables and chairs back in their place if he looked through the windows. Wanting to give him enough time to leave, you filled the kettle with water and heated it on its base. "Can I speak to you?" A throat clears which startled you, almost making you drop the kettle. You turned around and found the policeman in the doorway. He was not wearing his uniform, but his aura of authority and confidence was still there. "Yes, but I-" "No, don't apologize." "Please, let me. I wanted to apologize, I got involved in things that were none of my business. I was so mad at myself that I haven't slept well for the last few days." "Yes, Haneul told me you weren't as energetic as usual, but don't worry about me. Your words had the effect of a cold shower and I believe it was necessary." He said with a soft smile, scratching the back of his neck. You nodded, gesturing him to take your chair as you sat on one of the tables, keeping a reasonable distance. "I thought my mother and I would be enough for Haneul's education. His... well, his mother left us when he was two years old. When we learnt that we were expecting a baby, we made an agreement together. I promised to reduce my time at work to take care of her and Haneul. However, nothing went according to plan and I ended up working almost twice more. I was terrified that I would not have enough money to support them and because I didn't keep my promise to my girlfriend, she left. I thought she was going to get away with the situation because she was very independent, but it was only after she left me that I realized that she needed me." He paused, allowing you to let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "After your statement, I said to myself that I should try to get her back, even if the two of us wasn't going to work, we could at least try for Haneul, but it's too late. I saw her in the store where I regularly grocery shop. She was with another man and she seemed much happier and more radiant than when she was with me. I simply greeted her, but I couldn't see myself begging her to come back in front of her new boyfriend. I know I fucked up and I regret it now, but I don't know what else I can do." You got up and turned off the kettle, pouring the hot liquid into two cups. You handed him one and leaned against your desk. "I understand that you are in a difficult situation, but now it's too late to get your ex back, that is clear. She moved on but it’s human, you also did it by busying yourself at work, according to what you're telling me. She is certainly mad at you and that is normal, I also understand her reaction, but you must start looking elsewhere, or even around you." "I talked to Haneul about it, and he admitted he missed having a mom. But you know, there aren't many people out there who want to go out with a policeman, so if he also has a child, it's complicated. And I assure you, I tried, I really tried, but they all left as soon as I mentioned my son. Selfishly, I prefer that Haneul does not have a mother rather than having one who does not love him. I need someone who loves me and him." "I understand, he is a part of you. You know, it was just a statement, I never ordered you to look for someone, you must not misunderstand my words. If you feel that you and your mother are enough for the education of your son, then you must follow your gut. But I remain in my position that your little one needs a maternal figure. Otherwise, growing up, he will no longer distinguish his mother from his grandmother, since it will be the same figure, you see?" The discussion was coming to an end, but the officer didn't seem to ready to leave. His gaze was lost into the void and he sipped on his tea. Suddenly, he regained his senses, gulped the remaining of his cup and put it in the sink. He smiled at you and held out his hand for you to squeeze. "My name is Park Seonghwa. Officer Park Seonghwa. And thank you for being so kind to my son, he loves you and it's nice not having to fight to get him out of bed." You blushed at his compliments and squeezed his hand, his grip not as hard as you thought it was going to be. It was firm but had nothing dominant or aggressive. "Y/L/N Y/N, I'm glad your son is having fun coming here, I'm trying to do everything for it. " "And... thank you for listening to me, because you really didn't have to. I think I needed to tell someone neutral. You know, parents are never very objective,” he said, not letting go of your hand. "I'm glad to have helped you, officer... And again, sorry for my mistake, I was just worried about Haneul." "This is a closed matter now, Y/N, don't worry about it anymore. Have a safe trip back home. Good night." You smiled at him and saw him leave with Haneul. Through the window, he greeted you with a wave which you answered with a slight smile.

The weekend had finally arrived, and you wanted to go for a walk in the park. The heat of May allowed you to go out only wearing a big sweater above your casual dress, a light scarf protecting your throat from the light wind. You sat on a bench and took out a book, adjusting your sunglasses and crossing your legs. Later, a group of eight adults with a child settled under the weeping willow, located a few meters from you, in the grass. Your vision wasn't the best, you squinted because you seemed to recognize Haneul. He also seemed to have recognized you because he pulled the sleeve of a man you immediately acknowledged: Seonghwa. He looked up and smiled at you, his son pulling him in your direction. You put your book down and watched, amused by the situation. The rest of the group was looking either at the father or you, which made you bright red. Seonghwa crouched and whispered something in his son's ear. A smile lit up his face and sprinted towards your bench.

"Hi Haneul, how are you?" "Hello, Teacher! I’m okay!! You are alone?" He asked, tilting his small head. "Yes, I'm enjoying the nice weather." "Daddy would like to know if you want to come and join us..." You smiled at the kid and looked up at Seonghwa. He had a tender smile on his face and Haneul pulled you from your seat by grabbing your hand. You laughed and gathered your things, Haneul running to his father.

Seonghwa greeted you and introduced you to the rest of the group, his colleagues. You weren't sure how to behave since they represented the law, but they were all lovely with you. Some asked you questions about your job and Haneul, including a man named Hongjoong, who you learnt was Haneul's godfather, who seemed fascinated by your work. Another colleague, Mingi, was very interested since his sister also worked as a teacher, but in their hometown. The rest of the day went by without problems, the group of police officers quickly put you at ease, abandoning the formalities. Clouds had formed and began to hide the sun, abruptly ending this wonderful day. When Wooyoung felt the first drops of water fall on his skin, you all hurried to pack up and take refuge in their cars. Haneul hadn't followed his father, he had run with Yunho in his car. You were soaking from head to toe, your sweater nowhere to be seen, your dress sticking to your body. You just hoped that your underwear was not showing through the wet material.

"You're beautiful." Seonghwa's deep voice rang out in the car and made you faced him. His hair fell in front of his face, droplets soaking his white t-shirt. Unlike his uniform, it gave you a good overview of his shoulders and his muscular torso. His eyes never left you, something had changed in them. You smiled, a bit embarrassed, watching the rain trickle down the windows, suddenly being very hot. A hand grabbed your chin and your face was now very close to Seonghwa's, his eyes lost in yours. Your heart was pounding, you were sure he could hear it, but you couldn't look beyond his beautiful eyes. Not when you had such a handsome officer in front of you. "May I?" He whispered, almost out of breath, his gaze moving back and forth between your eyes and your mouth. His expression was very intense, you could only accept. When his lips met yours, the tension in your shoulders disappeared and fireworks exploded in your stomach. You responded to the kiss immediately, surprising yourself, but it was too hard to resist. His lips were as soft as if you were kissing a chocolate coulis. The kiss was warm, intense, but filled with tenderness.

To your great disappointment, this tender exchange was shortened by someone knocking on Seonghwa's window. Yunho was there, an amused smile on his lips. You stopped the kiss, quickly pulling you away from Seonghwa's arms. You hadn't even realized in the kiss that he had embraced you, pressing you even more against him. You tried to catch your breath and Seonghwa lowered the window, embarrassed to have been surprised by his colleague. "Am I disturbing something?" Yunho said, refraining from laughing. "What do you want?" Seonghwa dryly replied, not amused by the situation at all. "I'm coming to bring your son back to you, I think he was in the wrong car. But to see what you were doing; I think I'll bring it back to me." "Shut up and bring him up to the back,” Seonghwa ordered. You had found back the police officer, strict and distant, as when he came to pick up his son.

When Yunho had fastened Haneul’s seatbelt and closed the car door, Seonghwa started the car and brought you home without saying a word, just a few glances exchanged on the way as well as apologetic smiles. When your resident building came into your range of vision, disappointment stung your heart. "Thanks for driving me back." You muttered, unsure how to behave with the little one in the back. "No problem." Seonghwa smiled, glancing into the rear-view mirror. Haneul was soundly sleeping and the policeman seized this chance to quickly connect your lips. "Ha! I knew it! Daddy loves Teacher Y/N!" Haneul's frail voice rang out in the car, scaring you both. You hurried out of the car and Seonghwa mouthed you to call him later. You entered the hall without turning around and you heard the car leave. "Daddy, do you like Teacher Y/N?" "Yes, kind of. " "Does that mean she's going to be my mom?" "Only if you want it." Seonghwa watched his son's reaction as the car came to a red light. The child had a neutral face, but he suddenly smiled with all his teeth and looked at his father in the rear-view mirror. "Yes!"

[my-tony-stark-drawings]

Chap 6 - Heart

A few days had now passed and there was a real complicity between Tony and Y/N, as if they had always known each other.

He had even made and give a, of course waterproof, phone to the mermaid, so that even when he had to go away for meetings or hero stuff, they could stay in touch.

Y/N was really worried in these moments, so she was happy to hear from him regularly and to hear his voice.

Their favorite moments were when they spent time in the lab talking about anything and everything and enjoying each other's presence.

Tony didn't know when he was going to come home but he didn't want to think about it. He had extended his trip here to continue working on his new projects and especially to stay close to Y/N, and had no desire to leave.

As his main invention was now finished, Tony had to organize a party to present his project to new investors.

It will be in his house, there was plenty of room in the main room.

Tony talked to Y/N about how important it was and explained to her what this kind of evening looks like and how it takes place.

She had so many questions.

And she would have liked to go so much. Dress up in a beautiful dress and arrive on Tony's arm.

To dance with him, to see his world, to meet his friends, and to support him in the presentation of his work..

But she was stuck here.

A few moments later, Tony was in his dressing room picking out his outfit.

He took a jacket and a pair of shoes and stood in front of the mirror.

"Jarvis, do you think this will do the trick? Not too flashy?" Tony asked.

"Usually, you don't ask yourself that," joked Jarvis before adding, "It's very elegant, sir, it'll look very nice on you."

Tony cuckle. He looked at himself again in the glass and thought of Y/N. She would look so pretty on his arm.

"I hope everything goes well," said Tony as he finished putting on his shirt and then walked to the door. "See you later Jarvis"

"Have a nice evening sir"

It had been a while since Tony had left the lab now and Y/N heard music starting to resound further into the house as well as the voices of the first guests chatting amongst themselves.

Tony must have been in his room getting ready or was already at the party with them, she thought.

But suddenly Tony entered the room and the mermaid smiled.

"Tony? What are you doing here?" Tony walked into his garage as he was adjusting the sleeves of his shirt.

"I was getting ready and thought I couldn't go in until I came back to see if everything was going well for my protégé," smiled Tony as he approached her.

"Everything is going well for me"

"Good," says Tony with a smile on his face.

He stayed there and they looked at each other for a few seconds without a word until Y/N's eyes couldn't help but look at where Tony's half-opened shirt let see the scar on his chest.

He had told him about this object that he had created in Afghanistan that had kept him alive for many years.

Tony noticed the mermaid's gaze and unbuttoned one more button on his shirt before opening it to show her.

"This is the scar from my arc reactor..." he said, wondering how the mermaid would react to the circle on his skin.

"The device that kept you alive..." "Yeah.."

"I'm glad it did," she said smiling as Tony felt his heart warm to the her confession.

She put her hand out and looked at Tony, who didn't seem to object. Then she delicately put it against his chest.

The touch of her hand on his skin gave them shiver. And the two of them thought they would want to feel that every day.

She gently ran her hand over the scar before looking up to see Tony looking at her with his puppy eyes.

And it was as if time had stopped.

Moonlight lit up the room and illuminated every detail of his face. He was so beautiful, she loved him so much and she just wanted this moment between her and him to last forever.

She then put her hand delicately on his cheek and gently ran it through his soft hair.

They slowly moved closer together and Tony put his forehead on the woman's forehead.

"Can I hold you?" the mermaid asked.

He nodded and she put her arms around his neck and held him close to her.

It was always hard for Tony to open up to others. He had been betrayed and abandoned so many times. And he was also afraid of hurting her. But right now she was in his arms, and he felt at home.

Y/N felt like his heart was going to explode because it was beating so fast. She had never been so close to the man she loves for so long and the feeling of holding him in her arms was the best thing she had ever experienced.

They moved apart and Y/N looked at Tony's mouth for half a second and that was all it took for Tony not to resist anymore and he kiss her.

Their kiss was passionate and sweet at the same time, filled with the love that they hadn't dared to confess with words.

When they needed to get some air, they reluctantly parted and looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

The moment was interrupted when a voice from the corridor was heard : "Tony, are you there?"

Their eyes turned to where the voice was coming from. It was Rhodey, Tony's best friend, who was looking for him to go to the party with him.

"I have to go before he get here," Tony whispered before he headed for the exit.

"Hey Tony?" Called the woman. He turned around.

"I'm sure you will do great."

"As always" Tony winks, the mermaid laughs and he walks out of the room.

Y/N was now alone in the garage watching moonlight through the window.

"Oh Dum-E what I would like to be at that party right now" said the woman. "If only I had legs..."

There was a way for a mermaid to become human. In ancient times it was said that every mermaid had a soul mate on earth. She could turn into a human for a few days to find them. But if she didn't or if they didn't confess their feelings, she died or remained a mermaid, lonely for life.

But now things had changed. The mermaid was taught that humans are all mean and treacherous. And if her sisters knew she was there they would be furious. But Tony is the opposite of all that. And all that was far behind her now.

"Beep beep" made the robot handing her one of the cookies Tony had left her.

"Oh thanks, that's nice" she said, laughing and taking the cake. "I hope everything goes well for Tony. I know he's under more stress than he lets on..."

Tony was backstage. He was repeating his spitch in his head, because even though he was very good at improvisation, he wanted to make sure he didn't forget anything. This project could help and protect so much people and it was so important to Tony. He looked at the people in the room discreetly and he hoped that they will really see the usefulness of this invention and not just the benefits they could make with it.

Tony took a sip from the glass of expensive alcohol he had in his hand when his phone rang. He frowned wondering who it could be and looked at the message to find a picture of Y/N with dum-e and u, making a funny face, accompanied by the message: "I hope it's all right for you out there :)"

Tony smiled, even like this he thought she was pretty.

He then went on stage, made his speech, talked about everything he created and ended his presentation with the cheers and applause of the audience.

Everything was better than fine and he wa so happy about it.

Now he had to announce the news to Y/N.

"Can you do me a favor?" Tony asked his friend who had come to meet him at the bar and with whom he was chatting.

"Sure."

"I'm leaving, can you handle the party?" asked Tony.

"Yeah, but what do I tell the guests?" "I'm really sorry. I know you'll think of something, you're the best." Tony took a bottle of alcohol and two glasses and walked away.

"And who's that for?" his friend asked.

"I'll make it up to you!" Tony only replied, with a sincere smile before returning to the garage.

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[clvmtines]

welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you !  has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi friends! i’m very excited to be here. i’m jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. i’m so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine. 

01. biography !

so ! clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park. 

her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and she’s an aries. 

(TW: addiction, child injury) clem’s dad was a gambling addict and petty criminal—he wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.

the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.

throughout her upbringing, clem’s dad was always in and out of the picture. he’d blow into town when he hit it big. he’d take her on these little “adventures” like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someone’s stolen credit card. he’d always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddy’s girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didn’t show ( "overslept” after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining “i’m done” moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.

(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clem’s always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. she’s still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst weren’t okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.

as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone it’s in a trailer park. that reputation—the “trailer park girl”—was really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it. she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.

eventually clem became more “popular”. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didn’t believe it deserved her sweat and tears. 

however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so she’s studying creative writing now.

02. personality !

first thing you shld know abt clem is that she’s a compulsive liar essentially—she tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, she’s an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasn’t fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesn’t know where to put this anger. she doesn’t know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.

despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. she’s adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold. 

bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive. 

she’s seemingly tight with everyone? like she’s jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh. 

in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing pool ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. she’ll never say no to hanging out with people. 

she learned a lot from her little “adventures” with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the ‘im baby 🥺’ card to get what she wants.

she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself. 

stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!

she doesn’t do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someone’s energy she’ll b like, “i’ll break up with u before u can do it to me” and the person wasn’t even tryna dump her lmao.

has a lot of sex. too much ?? sex?? mayb. but she’s v sex positive.

her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz it’s good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. she’s dedicated to the aesthetic.

03. headcanons !

her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesn’t even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.

she’s a smol bean—only 5′4

an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because she’s hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.

she doesn’t typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means she’s going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs tho 

pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.

a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, she’s v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts with ‘my pussy my choice’ bedazzled on the front.

loves to rollerblade ! back home she didn’t have a car so she’d bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and she’ll use them when the ship docks. 

03. wanted connections !

Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??

an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.

an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.

someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.

a rival. clem can be competitive.

her drug dealer 

someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and… does it anyways. like a friend’s ex or smthing. spicy <3

i welcome anything !

[sunlitcigars]

Soft!Dallas Headcanons

(Is this a little ooc? Yes. Am I also a slut for Soft!Dallas? 110% also yes.)

(Not my GIF)

Tags: @lastluvbug @disasterinadress97​

General:

 Dallas would never admit it but he has separation anxiety 

It's always why he stays at Bucks because he knows he's not alone and also why he's always at the Curtis'

He's also got PTSD from New York

Certain gunshots trigger memories in him

We all know the boy is touch starved let's be honest

He's subtle about it though like him always swinging his arm around Johnny and/or touching shoulders with Ponyboy or anyone of the gang

He loves the feeling of someone running their fingers through his hair

He really enjoys cuddles

Doesn't really matter what kind they are he just wants someone to hold him and make him feel okay

Always has his shirt tucked in as a habit because back in New York a lot of people would touch up on him 

 When he's nervous or on the verge of a breakdown he either starts bouncing his legs non-stop or starts scratching at his arms 

Will also play with his ring if he has it on

When he's stressed out and doesn't want to bother the gang or anybody else he'll usually go to the lot and watch the clouds go by if it's nice whether 

But when it rains he'll usually be up in his room at Buck's and watch from his window as it passes by (same goes when it's snowing)

He may like rain but he's scared of thunderstorms

Whenever he hears thunder he either puts his knees to his chest and bury his head in his legs or cover his ears or both

When that happens at the Curtis' one of the guys rub his back and pull him close to them until it's over 

 One of the things he's also afraid of is the dark since his whole life has been consumed by it

If the power goes out when he's alone he grabs a pillow and imagines one of the gang or someone so it doesn't seem like he's alone 

If the power goes out when he's at the Curtis' he'll grab someone's arm or hide his face in their shoulders

Can make bombass cupcakes and cookies but no one has ever tried them except for Tim

He actually really likes jazz because it reminds him of a simpler time in his life

Dallas doesn't really like big parties because the amount of loud shouting reminds him of back in New York when either the police would shoot at random gang members or something else

HE'S EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE AND WE ALL KNOW IT 

Dallas was close to Mrs. Curtis because she was the only women in his life that represented a motherly figure to him 

But when he heard the news about the crash he locked himself up in his room silently crying and never left the room the gang or anyone for that matter saw him for at least two weeks

(The only time anyone saw him in between those two weeks was at Mr. and Mrs. Curtis' fun

NSFW:

He's the type to talk big but is actually really shy in bed

Some people thinks he's the bratty sub type but really he gets flustered so easily

He's packing a 5 ½ to 6 Inches let's be honest here

He's not good with words in bed so if he wants something he'll stutter it out or whisper/mutter it under his breath

He feels so vulnerable laid out naked for the person on the bed 

He wants to feel he's validated enough to know that he's loved by the person 

He won't say it to anyone but he loves the feeling of being filled with cum 

His nipples are sensitive as fuck

Like if someone only played with them he'd orgasm in less then four minutes

D A D D Y  K I N K

H U M I L I A T I O N  K I N K

O R G A S M  C O N T R O L

He's actually really vocal during sex but would muffle his sounds with a pillow or cover his mouth with his hand or bite down on his lips

He whimpers

A lot

If he's feeling special then he'll put on a little show whether that's him strip teasing or touching himself for someone

If he's having a one night stand he prefers to be on his stomach/or hand and knees but if he's in a relationship then he prefers to be on his back so he can look at them and feel comfortable and safe

Hickeys are a huge fuck yes because they remind him who he belongs to and shows people not to try and hook up with him

Another one night stand vs. An actual relationship is that he usually has a cigarette after having sex but if he's in a relationship then he doesn't need one since he already feels content

Aftercare is a huge part for him 

He loves getting pampered and cared for because it's the only time he feels like he doesn't have to act so tough and can relax and let his walls down

FYI he's capable of doing grabby hands just so y'all know

In A Relationship:

He's with the person 24/7

Will low key freak out if he doesn't know where they are and where they went

He's afraid of them finding someone better than him because he feels like he's not good enough for the other person 

Is a little possessive overprotective of the person

If he gets sent to jail he'll give the person his necklace until he's out

He'll also grab something from the person so it doesn't feel like he's completely alone in there

He won't show it but when him and the person are talking through the glass his eyes are filled with loneliness and desperation 

Once he's out he's not leaving their side

Will beat the shit out of anyone who talks shit about his person in a god damn heart beat

He used to be in an abusive relationship so he doesn't let down his walls all the way

If he did something wrong he's always expecting for the worse but then he has to remind himself that they aren't his ex

If him and the person are arguing and they lift up their arm to make a gesture or whatever he will flinch away from them

If they try and leave the bed he'll cling to them like his life depended on it

E X T R A clingy when drunk

He never said I love you so when he said it to the person for the first time he was a stuttering mess

DD/LB: (If you don't like this please don't bitch about it or just simply skip this part)

His headspace is between 4 to 5 years old

Loves when his caregivers call him pet names

Baby boy and prince are his favorite

Likes to color because it keeps his anxiety at a neutral level

Slurs some of his words

Has a fluffy stuffed elephant named Lilac

Finds comfort in his caregivers voice

Clingy

If he wants to be picked up he'll make grabby hands

If he's tired then he'll crawl into his caregivers lap and nuzzle his face into their neck

When he's feeling on the verge of little space in public he'll unnoticeably hold the person's arm 

One of his favorite Disney movie is 101 Dalmatians

Loves to cuddle up in warm blankets

He has a habit of grinding his teeth so his pacifiers help him a lot 

It also helps him whenever he needs a smoke

Or when he needs to bite his lips

Likes bubble baths

His favorite scent to use is lavender :)

Unlike when he's in big headspace he doesn't try and break the rules because when he used to his past caregiver gave him harsh punishments

The first person from the gang he came out to was Ponyboy

One day Ponyboy had to go to Buck's place and while he was in Dallas' room saw Lilac

When he asked him about it Dallas was going to make an excuse but just decided to tell Ponyboy about it

Ponyboy told him he wasn't gonna tell anyone and he kept his word

He kept telling Dallas to tell the gang for a week

It took him a lot to tell the gang he was a little

They all had mixed reactions

All of them were very confused until he explained what it is

(Except for Ponyboy of course)

Darry started to feel more protective over him 

Johnny was surprised because he didn't think of all people Dallas would ever be a little but he was cool with it as long as it helps him

Sodapop is actually really happy about it and he wouldn't mind playing with him when he's in little space

Steve was a little uncomfortable knowing that the reckless hood was a little but he came to accept it

Everyone was waiting for Two-Bit to respond but all of a sudden he just walked out the door without saying anything

Dallas was on the verge of a panic attack and it took awhile for the gang to calm him down

It wasn't until later when Two-Bit came back but this time with a bunch of stuff

He'd gotten Dallas a stuffed animal, bottles, and even a fluffy blanket

Dallas almost started crying ngl

At the end of the day he was just happy his only family accepted him (#supportivegang2020)

When he's in little space the gang tries their best not to smoke or drink around him

On Sundays when they're all not busy they'll watch Disney movies together

One or two of the gang members is alway with him when they're out in public 

With The Gang:

Ponyboy:

Ponyboy reads to Dally whenever he sees him having a bad day or getting nervous 

Whenever Ponyboy reads to him Dallas either has his head in his lap while Ponyboy occasionally runs his hand through his hair or has his head on his shoulder 

On the occasion Dallas tags along with Ponyboy to the library and sometimes picks out a random book he finds interesting or Ponyboy would like and show it to him

Secretly he hopes that Ponyboy would read it out loud to him 

Darry and Soda won't allow him to go to Buck's but if Dallas calls and says he needs him he will not hesitate to go out the door to care for his boyfriend

 If Ponyboy has track Dallas waits for him until it's over

Going to the lot has become a weekly thing for them

When Dallas isn't looking Ponyboy would sneak in a paper that has a poem on it in either his jackets or his pants

Since Dallas never really went to school he has a hard time reading huge words or some so when he's reading over Ponyboy's shoulder he'll ask him

"What's that word?"

"This one?"

"Yeah."

"Absquatulate?"

"Oh." 

Ponyboy finds it fucking adorable

Sodapop:

Sodapop would take him to Dairy Queen and get sundaes and park somewhere with a nice view or park in the parking lot and watch the cars go by

Dallas often goes to the DX and wait until his shift is over 

Sometimes Sodapop will randomly put his hat on Dallas

Whenever girls try and flirt with Sodapop, Dallas either gives them a death state or tell them to fuck off and say he's taken

 When Dallas starts crying Soda will wipe away his tears with his thumbs and kiss his cheeks

Jokingly gave Dallas a promise ring he found somewhere not expecting him to actually wear it but was surprised when he saw it on Dallas' finger

If they're at a party sometimes Soda wanders off but once he sees how uncomfortable Dallas he is he's immediately back at his side

Ponyboy and Darry have walked in on them cuddling on the couch SO MANY TIMES

One time they walked in on them making out heavily Darry had to cover Ponyboy's eyes

Sodapop thinks Dallas looks H O T in his flannels

Darry:

Dallas would always steal borrow Darry's shirt because he feels comforted by it whenever Darry's at work

He absolutely loves it when Darry wraps his arms around him and would always snuggle closer to his chest

(If you really think I'm gonna let Patrick Swayze's singing voice go to waste you're very mistaken)

Whenever he's having a hard time sleeping Darry would usually sing to him until he falls back asleep

Or when Dallas is on edge Darry will hold him close to his chest and sing to him softly until he feels calm again 

Dallas loves Darry's morning voice because it's so low and low key a turn on

When they're out in public Darry would hook his finger around Dallas' belt loops on his jeans to keep him close to him

Some people don't fuck with Dallas as much because they know if they do they'll have to deal with Darry and no one wants to do that unless they have a death wish

If Dallas starts acting up in public all it takes is for Darry to whisper in his ear "behave" 

Darry once talked about the type of flowers his mom liked and kept in the house then a few days later when he got off work he saw the flowers he was talking about in a vase on the dining table with a paper attached saying "Don't ask where I got the flowers and vase"

He almost started crying right then and there

When Dallas is drunk he'll cling to either Darry's chest or back like a koala

One time one of the gang walked in on Darry cooking while Dallas just clung to his back but they didn't say anything in fear of waking up with their dick cut off

Johnny:

Surprisingly Johnny gets protective over 

He will now hesitate to throw down when someone starts talking crap about them

If they're out in public Johnny's always holding Dallas' hand 

Or if they're at the Curtis' Johnny would glance at Dallas every so often to see if he's okay

They both helped each other let their walls down 

When Johnny sees Dallas on edge or not at his best he nudges his head against his shoulder or on his face in hopes of cheering him up (it works more often than he thought it would but he ain't complaining)

 Johnny sometimes shows Dallas some of his favorite places around town

They've fallen asleep in the lot cuddled next to one another multiple times

Johnny tops Dallas sorry not sorry

Sharing cigarettes like kisses

Johnny mindlessly puts his arm in front of Dallas whenever someone's trying to pick a fight

Everytime Dallas talks bad about himself Johnny will be like not on my watch and will do everything and anything to make Dallas feel better

Dallas has a hard time sleeping at night knowing Johnny's with his parents

3AM conversations about the what ifs of life

Two-Bit:

Two-Bit will crack jokes to Dallas when they're alone together about how much of a softie he really is

But if anyone else made fun of Dally he'd beat the literal shit out of them

Also tells bad pick up lines to him even though they're already boyfriends

"Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?"

Dallas would usually say something back but would low key be blushing

Always trying to make Dallas laugh because he loves it when he does

Would totally smack Dallas' ass in front of the gang

 Respects Dallas' boundaries when he's not feeling it

Ms. Mathews is actually really fond of Dallas 

His sister gave him the whole "hurt my brother and I'll hunt you down" talk

He didn't take it seriously but he keeps it in the back of his head

Dallas is the only one to see Two-Bit's hair without grease and he will play with his hair for hours on end

Two-Bit once fell asleep to Dallas playing with his hair and when he woke up he was still doing it

If they're watching Mickey Mouse Dallas is always on Two-Bit's lap

When he sees Dallas upset he'll do voice impressions of random people (Dallas finds it stupid but it always lightens his mood)

Steve:

Whenever Dallas' on the verge of having a breakdown Steve will drive Dallas around town to calm down

Soft music would be playing in the background while Steve either rubs Dallas' thighs or hold his hand

Dallas would run his finger around Steve's tattoo whenever they're cuddling

Dallas loves laying his head on Steve's chest because it's both soft and muscular 

When he does Steve softly plays with his hair

Whenever he leaves for work he wraps his shirt or jacket around him so Dallas could sleep better

Steve is really observant so whenever he sees something wrong with Dallas he always asks if he's okay

Will glare at anyone who's eyeing his Dallas

Never ever takes his anger out on Dallas

(God will have to fight him if he does)

Dates at the drive in movies and later eating at the diner

They'd always park where they won't get noticed so they can sneak in a few make out sessions here and there ;)

When they go to the diner Dallas kinda feels bad because Steve's always paying for their meals but he always reassures him it's okay

Him and Dallas constantly flirt when he visits the DX

Sodapop finds it amusing and annoying but as long as his best friend is happy he couldn't give a shit

~

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 Let me know if you want to see more and if you'd like any to be turned into a short fic 

Also huge shout out to @lastluvbug​ for helping me come up with most of these ideas! (Thank you for saving my braincells)

[xzephyrusx]

SEVENTEEN Imagine

seungcheol x reader

notice! before you start reading, the BLUE texts with underlines are links to show you what I’m talking about. you can click on it or not, it doesn’t matter. it’s just more of a visual just to let you see what I’m talking about. also, here are some terms/abbreviations I used for this imagine so you don’t get confused: (Y/N) your name; (F/N) friend’s name; (U/N) username

plot: the boys are filming a going seventeen episode and your boyfriend seungcheol asked you to come with.

Slowly opening my eyes, I reached for my phone on top of my bedside table. I squinted because of the sunlight beaming through my white and slightly translucent curtains. The bright light filled my room, but not enough that it blinded me.

I rolled on my back and checked to see if I had any important notifications.

30mins ago from FACEBOOK — (F/N) tagged you in a comment.

4hrs ago from FACEBOOK — (F/N) liked your picture.

17mins ago from INSTAGRAM — (U/N) and 12 others followed you.

18mins ago from INSTAGRAM — (U/N) and 25 others commented on your photo.

4hrs ago from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ : Good morning, jagiya. I’m on my way to the company. My schedule is full today ㅠㅠ I miss you. I hope you’re getting your beauty sleep. I love you, beautiful. 😚

I smiled and tapped on the message from my boyfriend. It wasn’t a secret that he’s always busy, especially since he is in a band called Seventeen which is becoming very popular nowadays.

They haven’t been touring because of the pandemic. That’s the reason why they’ve been busy just preparing for their comebacks, stages and different contents that they will be releasing. I don’t really mind not seeing him as much.

It might sound as if I don’t love him, but the real reason might be too cliché. Although, it’s really because of the fact that he’s happy with what he’s doing. I can see it in the way Cheol’s eyes light up when he talks about his members.

Everytime he calls me or FaceTime’s me after a long day at work, he’s still gonna be smiling. You’d thought after a long day at work just practicing for hours and hours, he would look tired. But he’d be so happy to tell me about his day and how much he had fun with his members.

I quickly replied to him with, “Good morning, oppa. I woke up later than anticipated. ㅋㅋ I don’t have anything planned yet, but I might go to the café I own later just to check things out. I might have my breakfast there too. I know you’re having fun at work. I love you.❤️”

I opened up Spotify and connected my phone to my home speakers. I clicked on my playlist which played their recent song Home Run and stood up to get ready for the day ahead of me. With the song playing loudly in the background, I went in the bathroom to take a shower.

It was about 11:40 when I had finished taking a shower. As soon as I was finished, I went in my closet to find what to wear for the day. Dancing through the song playing in the background, I dug through my closet to figure out what to wear.

About 5 minutes later, I settled on wearing a casual business outfit since I’ll also be checking on my café today anyway. My days usually just consist of working in my café or just staying there while I work on how to improve the cafés menu, ambiance, or managing the different places where people who franchised had put up our café.

Although it’s theirs to take care of, I still make sure to visit and keep in touch with the owners. So as not to bring down the good reputation of my brand name. It’s been about 3 years since I had started this business and I couldn’t be luckier. My sweat and hard work had finally paid off.

After getting dressed, I took the elevator to the parking lot. I walked toward my white Mercedez, then drove to the direction of the café. It’s located near Han River at Apgujeong-dong. It was a really hard spot to get but, thanks to my hard work I convinced the owners to sell it to me.

I finally arrived at the shop, so I parked my car at the back. I took out my laptop and bag, check if I had my keys and phone inside before circling back to the front to go inside.

“Annyeonghaseyo, (Y/N)-nim!”

I was greeted by the two staffs as soon as I entered. I greeted them back and went to a table near the counter to place my things down. Then I walked up to the counter to tell the staff what I wanted.

“Kindly give me a Summer Jam Waffle and one iced americano. Thank you.” I said then gave my credit card. Yes, I own the café but I still had to pay so I won’t mess up the gross sales and inventory.

I proceeded to my table and opened my laptop to check my emails. About 5 minutes in from what I’m doing, the staff handed me my order. I thanked them and continued to eat while I worked.

Standing up, I took my phone with me because I had to go to the comfort room and stretch my legs a bit. I’ve been in the café for I don’t know how long. There were a lot of emails coming in today. I had to read each and every one of them, then send my responses.

After washing and drying my hands, I opened my phone to check the time; 3:28 PM; when I got greeted by a text message from my boyfriend.

Just now from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ ; Hi babe, you’re probably still busy at work. Don’t forget to eat. I just wanna tell you that you can come by the set if you want. We’ll be filming at for our next Going episode.

I got excited when I read the text. I don’t really go to their filming sets that much since I’m busy most of the times, or just the fact that there’s always a lot of staff with them and I get shy.

“What time should I come and how many people are there?” I replied.

I sat down to continue working while waiting for Seungcheol’s reply. Not a minute later, I immediately got a response.

Just now from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ ; You can get here before 7pm. I’ll send you the address. It’s only gonna be the staff and the members.

I clicked on the shared directions he sent. It was about a 40 minute car ride. I guess I’m gonna be driving for a long time then. It’s a good thing I always keep sneakers in the trunk of my car.

“Wow, I didn’t know it would be so far. But it’s okay. And I wanna know because I want to bring some food from the café to you guys.” I replied.

I put my phone in my pocket and went to the counter to check the inventory. There were still a lot of cups and straws in stock, so I went to check the back of the house for ingredients. Everything was still okay. I think I can bring them food. My phone vibrated in my pocket so I took it out.

Just now from iMESSAGE — Cheolie ❤️ ; You really don’t have to, babe. But there’s 13 of us, plus the 9 staff that’s with us. Drive safely. I’ll wait for you.

“Alright. I’ll be there. 😚”

Fast forward to how many hours later, it was finally 5:30 PM. I went to the bar to help the barista make 22 iced americanos and heat up 22 croissants. I thought I should just bring snacks since they’ll probably have dinner after the shoot.

While the barista was making drinks, I punched in the orders and swiped my card.

Iced Americano — 22 x ₩ 5,600

Croissant — 22 x ₩ 3,640

Total : ₩ 203,200

I helped the staff pack the orders and made a double ristretto for myself. The coffees and croissants were inside two different thermal bags to preserve the heat of the pastry and coldness of the americanos.

I went to put the drinks in the trunk and sat down to change into my sneakers. It would be much more comfortable to drive with my sneakers on. After changing into my sneakers, I closed the trunk then went off for a long drive.

“You have arrived at your destination.” The app said. The place was quite big, there were lots of parking space. I saw where the staff were setting up so I just parked behind them.

Seungcheol knew what my car looked like, so that’s probably why he was walking towards my car with some of the members. I turned off the car and exited the vehicle, thinking it was best to just keep my bag in the car and put my keys and phone in my pocket.

“Jagiyaaaaaa!” Seungcheol shouted, running towards me. I laughed, facing him. He went to hug me and lifted me up.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered.

“I missed you too, baby.” I told him, kissing his cheek. He put me down and held my face between his hands then have me a quick peck on the lips.

Dino, Mingyu, Joshua and Jeonghan who went with him greeted me. I gave them all a hug, greeting them back.

“How was the drive, (Y/N)?” Joshua asked.

I sighed, “It was long. And pretty tiring.” I laughed. “But it was great. As long as I get to see this big baby.”

I turned to Seungcheol who was smiling from ear to ear. He grabbed me by the waist, “You can’t resist not seeing my handsome face.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Now help me get the food out.”

“FOOD!” The 4 other members yelled at the same time and quickly followed me to the trunk. They took it out as soon as I opened the trunk.

They were going to bring the food to the other quickly before I stopped them, “There’s also food for the staff.”

They all nodded and ran to bring the food to the others. Seungcheol grabbed me by the waist and held a hand to my cheek. “I’m glad you came, even if it was a long drive. You don’t know how much I missed you.”

“I know. I missed you so much.” I leaned in to his touch. He pulled me close and kissed me softly.

After pulling away, he kissed my cheek. “Come on, we’re about to start soon.”

I nodded, then suddenly remembered my coffee. “Let me just get my coffee. I forgot it in the cup holder.”

When I finally got it, he held my hand and led me to the set. When we got there, the staff was thanking me for the food that I had brought for them. I bowed to greet them. “Annyeonghaseyo. You’re welcome.”

Seungcheol then led me to where the members were at. They seemed to be enjoying the food that I brought. He sat down on one of the chairs and patted his lap, signaling for me to sit. I was too shy to do it so I shook my head and just stood by him.

“Thanks for the food, (Y/N). I swear your café has the best pastry and beverages.” Seungkwan said, sipping on his coffee.

“Thank you.” I laughed. “I try my best to establish quality control within the café. Taste is very important.”

“You brought the food just in time. The staff told us we couldn’t eat until we finished filming. Who knows how long that would take?” Jeonghan joked and the staff laughed, along with the members.

“Okay, guys. We need to start filming so we can wrap up quickly.” Their producer announced.

I squeezed Seungcheol’s hand and smiled down at him. “I’ll be behind the cameras with the producers.”

“Okay.” He pouted, then pouted his lips. “No goodluck kiss for me?”

I scoffed at him while smiling. “We’ve have enough PDA for today.”

I walked towards where the staff was at. We greeted each other again and I sat beside their producers. All of them went inside the car.

“Hana, dul, set!” The staff yelled. Then one by one, they slowly went out.

“Someone looks very happy to see you on set.” The producer whispered at me, while laughing. I turned to see my boyfriend Seungcheol smiling while looking at me. I waved my hand to tell him not to focus on me.

The film set was full of laughter. The past half an hour or so consisted of Joshua’s failed attempts at hosting the show, the members getting angry and protesting at their producers. Even I couldn’t hold my laughter in. These boys don’t even need content to have a content, because they are the content.

After Joshua was “fired”, the producers just randomly played Sorry, Sorry for the boys to dance to. Then they went in to get angry and throw the table with bowls, chopsticks, spoon and fork.

Suddenly Cheol stood up announcing that they had to have a meeting with the staff. One by one, everyone started complaining. It was all getting so noisy and I had to bury my face between my arms and knees to hide my laughter.

“Come here, come here.” Hoshi said, gesturing for them to there. “You too, (Y/N). You’re part of this too. Apologize now.”

Seungcheol gestured as well, pointing to the spot beside him. “Babe, apologize right here.”

When it was Dino’s turn, we all couldn’t take him seriously. Everybody was just laughing too hard. Then he showed the letter in front of the camera that was facing the staff, which included me. I gasped but still couldn’t hold in my laughter when one of them brought the camera closer to the producers.

At that point, I was kind of nervouse because it might be an issue. But I ignored it since both of the producers were women and it just looked like I was one of them.

Then the complement festival came. It was a part of the episode where they had to complement each member.

It was time for the each one of the boys to pop up on the sun roof of the van and other other members to speak up one by one. My stomach had been hurting for about 40 minutes at this point. These boys never cease to make people laugh.

“Thank you for being a reliable person.” Dokyeom told Seungcheol.

Next it was Jeonghan. “Hyung, thank you for having a girlfriend like (Y/N) because she always brings us food and is such a great person.”

Everyone laughed and looked at me. I shook my head and hid my face, being shy.

“Mmm,” Seungcheol nodded while smiling and looking at me. “But we can’t air that.”

“Producers, please edit that out.” The boys begged. “We have to keep Seungcheol’s private life in... private.”

We all laughed, then Jeonghan said. “Do I have to say something else then?”

“Yes,” I yelled. Everybody chuckled. “Please do.”

“Okay. Okay. Let me think,” he seemed deep in thought then spoke up. “Hyung, thank you for having the same hobbies as me.”

Then everybody started laughing again.

Unbeknownst to them, the staff had prepared fireworks for them to enjoy. They handed out the candles and fireworks to each of the boys.

“Eonnie, can I light one firework in the back?” I asked the producer. There were lots of fireworks that were set up behind them, waiting to be lit up.

“Of course. Just be careful.” Then she handed me a lighter.

While the boys were lighting up their sparklers, I stood up and dusted myself off. One of the staffs accompanied me to light up the fireworks. There was a song playing, while the boys were enjoying themselves.

I proceeded to go at the back, knowing that they’ll blur my face if I ever get caught on camera. Seungcheol looked at me with a questionable look, probably wondering why I was going there.

I held up a the lighter and gave him two thumbs up. I bent down, slightly shaking. To say that I wasn’t nervous or scared would be an understatement. But I proceeded to light it anyway.

“Woah.” I whispered as soon as it lit up the sky. I was in awe, it was beautiful.

I heard the snap of a camera and looked at the direction of where it came from. I saw my boyfriend holding his phone out, with the camera pointing at me. He smiled, embarrassed that I caught him.

— photo creds —

I proceeded to look up at the beauty of exploding lights above me. After what felt like a long time, someone had finally snapped me out of it. I felt a hand grab my arm and an wrapped around me. I looked to see my boyfriend beside me.

“It’s beautiful.” I told him, looking back at the sky.

“It is.” He answered. I looked back at him only to see that he was staring at me.

“You’re so cheesy.” I giggled, burying my face in his neck.

He kissed my forehead and told me, “Only for you, babe.”

“Alright! We’re done!” The staff announced. Everyone cheered and clapped. Seungcheol and I went back to where they were.

“We’re done for today. You guys can stay or you can ride with us back to the dorm.” They announced.

Cheol went to his members and talked to them. I checked the time on my phone. 9:39 PM

I looked back at him and saw him saying goodbye to his members. Then they went to bid goodbye to me and gave me hugs as well.

“Let’s go?” Cheol asked, his hand waiting out for me.

I held his hand and I looked at him confused. “Aren’t you gonna go back with them?”

“I was thinking, we could drive back together.” He smiled. “Then I could sleep over at your apartment.”

I nodded and led him to my car. I was about to go to the driver’s side when he stopped me. “Give me the keys.”

“What? No! You’re tired enough as it is. Let me drive” I protested.

“Babe, come on. You drove a long way just to see me. Now get some rest.” He tells me.

I tossed the keys to him and went to sit on the passenger side. He sat down and gave me a peck on the lips before starting the car. Then he proceeded to back out of the parking lot and drive the both of us home.

It was a great way to end the night.

[cacti-are-like-flamingos]

Texted Love

Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Part 3

Central Masterlist | Texted Love

"Please welcome back... Henry Cavill!" Graham announced, watching as the tall and burly man walked onto the stage wearing a black on black suit, the first two buttons of the collared shirt left undone, revealing a bit of his strong collar bone and unruly chest hairs. Going over to him, the two men hugged each other, muttering soft and polite greetings before pulling away, heading towards their respective seatings. Norton in his black cushioned bucket chair and Henry along side the other guest stars on the strangely shaped red couch.

The interview started as like the many others before, with questions about the guest stars participation in the latest new series or social events or just some funny things that were rumored to have been done or said by the guest. Already a handful amount of minutes had gone by, the show was due to end in about 30 more when the talkshow host decided to bring back up the subject about Henry and the lovely (Y/n).

"So Henry, have you got an update for us?" Henry furrowed his brows in confusion, not truly understanding what the older male was trying to imply. It took him a moment or two to finally understand. No one would know, except himself of course, that the smile that arose to his lips wasn't because it was a funny situation or because he was shy about it. No, it was because he had instantly pictured you in his head, the thought of you causing a bubbling warmth to flood his stomach.

"Ah yes...What would you like to know?" Henry asked, a fond look in his eyes.

"Have you guys been talking?" The actor nodded making the host squeal out of joy; fangirling. The action causing many chuckles. "Ooo, do tell." The host spoke.

"Oh, uhh, well we've been nonstop talking with eachother since," he chuckled under his breath, the veins in his neck seemed to become more visible due to it," she told me to 'hit her up'," his said, air quoting the phrase with both his hands index and middle fingers," on instragam."

"Have the two of you met yet?" A guest star asked.

"No, we haven't unfortunately. Her schedule and mine contradict a lot. So we make due with a lot, and I mean, A LOT of texting and face timing."

"That's good, great way of communicating despite circumstances. Tell us, have you learned something new about (y/n)? Like any weird habits?"

An instance quickly popped up in his mind, a chesire grin on Henry's face.

"Actually yeah. Here's the thing, (y/n) likes to send me strange things at like the most ungodliest of hours." The audience laughed, huge beaming grins on their faces. Graham sent the male a hesistant look, anxious of what was to come one could say.

"What-hahaha. What do you mean? What has she sent you?" Shifting about his seat, the raven haired male wet his lips, a smirk coming about them.

"Hehehe. She, for some reason, likes to send me a lot of gifs of those, uhhh, I don't know what they're called. Uhh, it's like a tomato from a kids show. And like it has a confused face."

"What the fuck...?" Another guest star quietly muttered under their breath, but loud enough for the microphone and the people on stage to catch. Henry tried to surpress another wave of laughter as he continued to elaborate more on the bizarre subject.

"Yeah, so she'd send them at like 5 in the bloody mornin', which is actually her midnight back in the states."

"Is-" Graham cleared his throat, eyes twinkling in amusement, "Forgive my bluntness, but is she drunk at that time? Does she drink by then?" A whole roar of laughter and claps erupted from the audience and stage. Shaking his head, soft black curls fell upon his glistening forehead, his smirk widening.

Henry quickly added, "Actually, I've asked her that question like once but she said that even she's surprised she isn't drunk."

"And does she do it like every day?"

"Soemtimes its back to back. But then it stops for a while and then starts up again."

...

Instagram 11:50 pm

(U/n): (henrycavill): You just had to out me to the world didn't you? 😒

(henrycavill): (U/n): What? It was funny

(U/n): (henrycavill): smh

(U/n): Wonder what else you gonna spill about me

(henrycavill): (U/n): oh i don't know...maybe your obsession with Star Wars fanfiction? Figure that'll catch the media's attention quite nicely won't it?

(U/n): (henrycavill): 😧

(U/n): (henrycavill): Wow. We really going there. Okay, okay.

(U/n): (henrycavill): Pay attention to my next interview. I think you'll find something of great interest.

(henrycavill): (U/n): Oh? What is it?

(U/n): (henrycavill): Not gonna say. But I'll give you a hint.

(henrycavill): (U/n): Ooo a hint

(U/n): (henrycavill): I hear your sarcasm so freakin loud rn. When we meet imma slap you hard core

(henrycavill): (U/n): As if you could reach

(U/n): (henrycavill): Psst I don't even gotta reach. All i gotta do is grab you by the tie and pull you down to my level.

(henrycavill): (U/n): oh? how kinky of you

(U/n): (henrycavill): darling that's vanilla compared to my other kinks ;)

(henrycavill): (U/n): And just what are your other kinks? 😏

(U/n): (henrycavill): Bondage~

(henrycavill): (U/n): Really now? You like to be tied down and called a good girl? 😏

(U/n): (henrycavill): Nope. I like to tie you down and make you beg for me to call you a good boy. 😏

(henrycavill) still typing...

(U/n): (henrycavill): Gtg see ya babe! Remember watch my interview! Bye💕

...

"I literally cannot believe you actually just said that to him." Terry stated, eyes wide and glassy as he took yet another swig of his liquor. A pink blush flourishing a the apples of his freckled cheeks. Laying beisde his seated body, you buried yourself deeper into the velvetness of your fuzzy blankets, a content smile on your glossed lips. A bottle of vodka in your hand.

"Me neither. Future me will most likely either regret it or be proud of me? Question mark." You said, your eyes still glued onto the tv. Ah, Reid found another body.

"What do you think his reply is?" You shrugged.

"I dom't really care man. Actually I do care but I want to ignore my anxiety for as long as I can so Imma act like I don't care."

"But you do care right?" You briefly looked his way.

"...Yes."

"Do you like him?" You drank.

"If I say it, it becomes more real. So I'm just gonna ignore that question."

"But you do. What's so wrong about liking a person?"

"Are you gonna drink that or am I going to have to drink it for you?"

...

His mind didn't know how to react to her text. But his body did. Almost instantly did a sudden discomfort form within his pants, a tightness. His whole body felt as though it was near a furnace, his cheeks warm and pink. His imagination was running wild. He could see so many fantasies, all runnung parallel to each other. Each equally pleasurable.

You really were a minx.

He continue to try and formulate some kind of phonetic response to your message, but to no avail. Ten minutes had gone by when all of a sudden his phone's screen lighted up, illuminating his face in the room filled with pure darkness.

Instagram 12:00 am

(U/n): (henrycavill): his name is Bob the Tomato from Veggie Tales. Night 🌙💕

"Yep. She's a keeper." Henry muttered, a small smile on his lips as he put his phone away to sleep at last.

Wait she never gave the hint? Oh well. It'll just have to be a surprise then.

...

"You really had to send him that?" "Shut up and drink up your vodka." "Is that a threat?" "Fine. Give here then!" "No, no, no, no, no, no! Sorry! Sorry! Look! Morgan's on the screen!"

...

(A/N): This could've gone so many different and not so innocent ways but I'm a crackhead so...!

Wished 🌟 @nothernlights19

Hope you enjoyed!

[omgsquee2001]

I’m Not Going Anywhere - Prologue

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You and your family have just moved to Silverton, Oklahoma at the beginning of the year. While there, you meet Gary Fuller and his sons, Donnie and Trey. You and Trey become really good friends. You try to reach your mother after the first tornado struck, but with no response. Leaving you in the care of Gary and Trey, your father goes searching for his wife. Trey takes his job seriously and tries his best to protect you.

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Key:

[Y/N] = Your Name

[H/L] = Hair Length

[H/C] = Hair Color

[F/N] = Father’s Name

[M/N] = Mother’s Name

[L/N] = Last Name

[Y/A] = Your Age

[H/T] =Home Town

[B/F/N] = Best Friend’s Name

[F/C] = Favorite Color

[F/S] = Favorite Show

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Warnings: Language, Mentions of Fear and Dangerous Weather is that a warning?

//The POV’s (point of view) are going to switch between First and Third Person View.//

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It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“[Y/N], stay close to the wall!”

I knew tornadoes happened in Oklahoma, but never, never had I seen so many at once and none so powerful.

“Mom? Can you hear me? Mom?!”

You might be a little bit confused as to what is going on at the moment. Let’s back up and start at the beginning....

It was a Sunday morning. I sat in the back of the car, my headphones plugged in. I didn’t want to move away. I wanted to stay home with my friends. My dad had gotten a job offer as a math teacher in Silverton, Oklahoma. So, me and my family packed up and left [H/T].

I took out my headphones when my mom patted my legs. My feet were resting on the console/armrest that sat in between the diver and passenger seats.

“We’re here, Squirt,” dad said. “Welcome to beautiful Silverton, Oklahoma!” He announced. I looked around, unimpressed.

“It’s small. Smaller than [H/T].” I said. Dad looked at me through the rear view mirror.

“You’ll just have to get used to it, Squirt.” Dad said. Squirt was the nickname dad gave me as a little kid. I was now 16. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Dad, I’m not 5 anymore, and I don’t want to get used to it,” I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my head on them. “I want to be back home with [B/F/N].” I said. Mom sighed and turned around to look at me.

“[Y/N], I know this move was hard for you. It was hard for all of us. Your dad and I left some of our friends behind as well. But, maybe this job offer is what our family needs. And who knows, maybe you’ll make some new friends.” She said, smiling. I sighed. Mom always tried to look on the bright side of things.

“I don’t want to make new friends.” I grumbled.

“Well, if you don’t want new friends, you might find a boy.” Dad said. I rolled my eyes.

“Ew, dad, come on. Boys are gross.” I grumbled. Dad pulled into the driveway where the moving truck was. Dad parked the car and turned it off. I got out and looked at the house next to us. A man 

walked out with two boys. The first boy was almost as tall as the man, the boy was probably about 17. 

The second boy looked to be about 16.

 Dad smiled.

“Hi, can I help you?” He asked. The man smiled.

“I’m Gary Fuller,” Gary introduced. He gestured to the two boys. “These are my sons, Donnie and Trey. It seems like we’re neighbors now.” Gary said. Dad held out his hand for Gary to shake. I stood a little behind mom, not really in the mood to meet new people.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fuller,” dad said. “I’m [F/N] [L/N],” dad gestured to mom. “This is my wife, [M/N].” Dad said. Mom put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me in front of her.

“And this is our lovely daughter, [Y/N].” She said. Gary nodded his head at me.

“Nice to meet you, [Y/N],” He said. I smiled awkwardly and gave a peace sign. Gary clapped his hands. “Would you like some help bringing the boxes in?” Gary asked. Dad smiled.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” He said. Gary nodded and looked at Donnie.

“Donnie, can you help out as well?” He asked. Donnie gave a forced smile.

“Sure.” He said. I could tell that they didn’t really have the best relationship. Trey walked up to me.

“U-um, hi. I-I’m Trey.” He said.

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Trey looked the kitchen window and saw a moving truck and a red car pull up. 

“Hey dad.” Trey said. Gary Fuller looked up from the stack of papers. 

“What, Trey?” He asked. 

“I think the new neighbors are here,” Trey said. Gary looked up, and sure enough, a family of three, a man, a woman, and a 16 year old girl climbed out of the red car. The man opened the back of the truck and started pulling out boxes. The woman walked over and started to help. The girl just stood around, not looking too impressed. Trey was captivated by the girl. She wore a [F/C], baggy, off the shoulder sweater with leggings. Her [H/C] hair was braided. The braid went down her left shoulder. //If your hair is short, then just leave it as is.// Trey looked at Gary. “S-should we go and say hi?” He asked. Gary shrugged his shoulders. 

“Sure, why not. Donnie!” Gary called. 

“What?” Donnie replied. 

“Come down here! We’re going to say hello to the new neighbors!” Gary said. A few seconds later, Donnie descended the stairs and the three walked out. The man smiled. 

“Hi, can I help you?” He asked. Gary smiled back.

“I’m Gary Fuller,” Gary introduced. He gestured to the two boys. “These are my sons, Donnie and Trey. It seems like we’re neighbors now.” Gary said. The man held out his hand for Gary to shake. Trey could tell by the girl’s posture that she didn’t seem in the mood to meet new people. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fuller,” the man said. “I’m [F/N] [L/N],” [F/N] introduced. He gestured to the woman. “This is my wife, [M/N].” He said. [M/N] put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and pulled her in front. 

“And this is our lovely daughter, [Y/N].” She said. Gary nodded his head at [Y/N].

“Nice to meet you, [Y/N],” He said. [Y/N] smiled awkwardly and gave a peace sign. Gary clapped his hands. “Would you like some help bringing the boxes in?” Gary asked. [F/N] smiled.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” He said. Gary nodded and looked at Donnie.

“Donnie, can you help out as well?” He asked. Donnie gave a forced smile.

“Sure.” He said. Trey sighed. He really hoped that Donnie and Gary wouldn’t get into an argument, especially in front of the new neighbors. Trey walked up to [Y/N].

“U-um, hi. I-I’m Trey.” He said. [Y/N] forced a smile. 

“[Y/N].” Was all she said before walking into the house. Trey smiled awkwardly.

“Uh, y-yeah! N-nice talk!” Trey shouted. 

“Trey,” Gary shouted. “Come help with the boxes.” He said. Trey sighed and walked over. [M/N] smiled. 

“Don’t take [Y/N]’s behavior personally. It takes her a while to warm up to people.” She said. Trey smiled kindly at her. 

“Thanks, Mrs. [L/N].” Trey said. [M/N] smiled back.  

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The next morning, I was awoken by the annoying sound of my alarm. I groaned and slammed my hand on it, effectively shutting the blasted thing up. I placed my arm over my eyes. Fuck. It’s Monday. I thought. I got up and changed into a short sleeve shirt with a picture of characters from [F/S] and some black skinny jeans. I brushed my [H/L] [H/C] hair and pulled it into a side ponytail, falling onto my right shoulder. 

“[Y/N], you ready to go?” Dad shouted. 

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec!” I shouted back. Seeing as dad was a new teacher, he had to be at school early to prepare for his first class. I grabbed my backpack and checked to make sure I had everything in it. I groaned as I zipped the bag up. I pulled it up and over my shoulders, straightening the straps. I walked down the steps and grabbed a piece of toast with butter on it. Mom smiled at me. 

“I hope you two have a good day,” She said. Dad kissed her on the lips. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. 

“Thanks hun, you as well.” Dad said. Mom looked at me and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back. While I didn’t particularly have a positive attitude towards new people, I still loved my parents, even if they made me move away from my closest friends. 

“Try to make some friends, okay?” Mom asked. We pulled away and I smiled at her. 

“I will, mom. I love you.” I said. Mom smiled and kissed me on the forehead. 

“I love you to, sweetheart.” She said. I walked out of the house and to our little red car. I heard other car doors closing and I looked to my left. Gary was getting ready to leave with his sons. Yesterday, dad had discovered that Gary was actually his boss, the Vice-Principal of Silverton High School. Dad caught Gary’s eye. 

“Morning, [F/N].” Gary said. Dad smiled and waved. 

“Mornin’, Gary.” Dad said. Gary looked at me.

“Ready for the first day of school, [Y/N]?” Gary asked. I smiled slightly at the man. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Mr. Fuller.” I said back. Trey looked at me and waved, smiling widely. 

“Hi [Y/N]!” He called out, waving. His smile must have been contagious as I found myself smiling back a little and giving a small wave. I climbed into the car. Before I closed the door, I could hear Trey saying excitedly to Donnie, “Dude, she smiled and waved back!” I chuckled. 

The bell rang for second hour. I picked my bag up and walked out of the library. I at least pretended to know where I was going, but I was actually lost. 

“Hey [Y/N], wait up!” A voice called. I looked behind me and saw Trey. “Hey!” He said, coming to a stop beside me. 

“Hi.” I said. 

“Uh, how’s your first day of school going?” He asked. I shrugged and smiled lightly. 

“It’s going.” I said. Trey looked at a piece of paper that I had in my hand. 

“Is that your schedule?” He asked. I nodded. “Do you need help?” He asked. I chuckled lightly, nodding.

“Yeah, I do. I need help finding my second hour.” I admitted. Trey smiled. 

“No problem,” he said. I showed him my schedule. “It looks like your second hour is, History,” he said. “That’s my second hour as well.” He said. I smiled. 

“I’m glad that I’ll have a familiar face in that class. I have library first hour.” I said. “Walk me to class?” I asked. Trey smiled and nodded. 

“Sure.” We started walking. 

“What’s your first hour?” I asked. 

“Math,” he said. He looked at me and pointed. “Ironically, with your dad.” Trey said. I groaned. 

“Did he tell you any embarrassing stories about when I was little? Oh God, please don’t tell me that he told you about my childhood nickname!” I pleaded. Trey chuckled. 

“Nah, he didn’t tell us any embarrassing stories, sadly,” he said. I chuckled and playfully pushed him to the side. Trey looked at me. “He did mention, however, that you did gymnastics as a kid. I didn’t know you could do gymnastics.” He said. I shrugged. 

“It was how I met my best friend. It was something that I actually had fun with and enjoyed. However, I stopped once I learned we were moving. I wasn’t sure that Silverton, Oklahoma has a gym for gymnastics.” I said. Trey shook his head. 

“No, we don’t,” Trey said. He then gave me a shit-eating grin. “Soo,” he said, dragging it out. “What’s this about a childhood nickname?” He asked. I giggled and shook my head. 

“I shouldn’t have said anything!” I groaned. Trey laughed lightly. 

“Oh come on! You let it slip, and I’m now of a curious nature, and you might as well tell me.” He said. I looked at him and smiled. 

“Well, to quell your “curious nature”, my nickname as a kid was Squirt.” I said, blushing lightly. Trey gave me a dumbfounded look. 

“Squirt.” He said. I cringed and nodded. 

“Yeah. It’s pretty bad.” I said. Trey’s dumbfounded look was replaced by a kind smile. 

“No, I think it’s cute.” He said. I looked at him, smiling. He looked at the room to our left. 

“Ah, here we are. The Class of Boring Events!” Trey said. I chuckled. 

“I actually think that history is pretty interesting.” I said. Trey nodded his head. 

“The Class of Interesting Events!” He said, changing the words. I laughed. Trey was actually pretty funny. Even though I just met him yesterday, he seemed like a pretty easy guy to get along with. He gestured to the door and mocked a bow. “Ladies first.” He said. I smiled. 

“Such a gentleman!” I complimented. 

“Only when I wanna be.” He said. I laughed and shook my head. This place might not be so bad after all. 

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//I hope you all like the Prologue. I apologize if it’s a little long. The POV’s are going to continue to switch from Third Person to First Person, so everyone can retail their experiences of what is going on while In The Storm.//