#can you imagine the amount of fall out boy i put on her playlist. embarrassing

[choiceofcrow]

more scribbly lara(s) making blorbo faces

[harrypotter-imaginess]

A/N: So this is kind of like the prologue to a Fred and George Weasley story I wrote several years ago, that I am currently rewriting. I think I actually prefer doing the “Would Include’s” over regular imagines, they’re a bit less pressure, and I can always expand them into an imagine if I (or you the reader) want.

The lovely @youreanangelbaby​ made a playlist for this series for her follower celebration: Spotify I Tidal

Imagines Series Based on this post:  Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here!/ Part 3 here!

- You’re probably not from their house. You’re most likely either from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw

- You’re a year younger than them, and a year older than the golden trio.

- It’s probably George that notices you first.

- You’re just this painfully shy, beautiful little thing.

- He feels this rush of affection, and his heart swell. He feels like he has to protect and guide you.

- So he ends up talking to you inside class first.

- “Snape’s a bit of a git ain’t he.”

- You just look at him with wide eyes, nod slightly and look back at your work.

- And then George tries to talk to you about your interests.

- “You like quidditch?”

- “Yeah”

- It’s the first word he’s heard from you.

- “Have you thought about trying out for your house’s team, I heard they’re looking for a Keeper.

- George thinks the friendship is pretty one sided until Snape calls on him in class one day

- “Mr. Weasley, what is a standard ingredient in Swelling potion?”

- “O-oh um-“ he hadn’t been paying attention to be honest.

- From the corner of his eye he notices you furiously tapping on the word “Puffer fish” written on your parchment.

- “Puffer fish.” He says without a second of doubt. And you almost smile, granted he probably didn’t have anything else, but no one has ever trusted you like that before.

- “Puffer fish eyes, Mr. Weasley.” Snape drawls. But George looks to you and grins

- You’re both closer after that. You help George with homework, and he helps you with quidditch

- Fred noticed the friendship, and half to support his brother and take interests in his interests, and half from curiosity, ends up befriending you through quidditch as well.

- “No you can’t stay in just one spot (Y/N),” He tells you, moving you a bit to the side.

- “But it feels like it’s risky to move in this kind of situation.”

- “If you don’t move goals you’ll lose.”

- Somehow, quidditch practice turns to sneaking out on weekends with the marauders map.

- “Where’d you get that thing anyway?” You ask

- George shrugs

- “Found it in Dad’s things.” Fred says.

- “So we’re going to Zonko’s?” You ask, and they both exchange a look before asking:

- “Where do you want to go?” In unison

- You can feel the heat creeping up your neck and onto your face.

- You’ve never had this much attention before.

- “I want to get fireworks from Zonko’s.” And then a quieter voice you admit, “I’ve never been.”

- At that George grabs your hand pulling you forward, while Fred pushes you from behind

- “Well now we really have to go to Zonko’s”

- Getting into lots of trouble.

- “Fred you’ve got to hurry up!” You mutter, looking around the corner as George stands on the other end of the hall looking over that corner, and Fred rummages through the potions closet.

- “And be careful! Snape’ll notice if anything’s out of order.” George hisses.

- Helping them brew love potion

- “So uh,” And you feel sweat form as you sit in the back of the empty corner of the greenhouse. “Who is this for?”

- Coming to Hogwarts, you’ve never had all that many friends. So the thought that one of your two closest friends may leave you to spend all their time with someone else, makes you a little sad.

- But you want to be happy in their happiness, even if drinking a love potion probably isn’t the best way to do it, so you put on a brave face and smile.

- “Mrs. Norris.” They say in unison

- “Excuse me.”

- And then they tell you their elaborate plan to get Filch’s cat to fall in love with Fang, and how it’ll drive him crazy.

-Despite yourself, you’re a little relived. And a little disapointed in yourself, you should know better by now.

- Knocking on their dorm window, as you float on your broom, just to tell them that you made it onto the quidditch team.

- “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you. I was just so happy when I found out and I wanted to tell you righ-“

- They both pull you inside the dorm and give you a big hug

- “We knew you could do it”

- “I’m so proud of you.”

- The next week, you wake up and there’s this poorly wrapped pair of brand new quidditch gloves from them on your nightstand

- And you just start to tear up, because you know that they’re not rich or anything, and that they could spent their allowance on candy or pranks from Zonko’s.

- But instead they got you these gloves.

- So when you see them in the corridor, you grab them both into a hug.

- “I love you guys.”

- They’ve never really heard those words from anyone outside their family. They don’t really know when it started, but somewhere along the way, you started to make a great big home in their hearts.

- “I love you too.” George says it first, and gives you a squeeze back. Before he gets shoved by Fred.

- “Oi, why are you making me look bad?” Fred glares at him as his twin laughs.

- “You don’t have to say it back Fred, I ju-“

- “I love you too.” He says, the words roll out in a rush, and his face flush’s bright red. George can’t seem to stop laughing.

- “Let’s just go to class, we’re already late!” He mumbles, his face is lobster red at this point, and George and you move to keep up with him.

- “Since when do you care about class?” George jokes.

- “Since today!”

- Hanging out with them means your public profile has increased significantly as well.

- “Hey, who’s the (guy/girl) always around Fred and George?”

- “I don’t know, but they’re cute aren’t they?”

- It’s true, you’re adorable, especially when you’re laughing at something Fred said

- “Who’s the (Girl/Boy), who you’re always with you?” Angelina asks, and Fred shrugs

- “Thats (Y/N).”

- “They’re f*cking adorable.”

- Fred’s a little taken aback and just laughs. Yeah you are pretty cute. But it’s more like how he see’s Ginny than actual attraction.

- “That person you’re always with the new keeper for (Y/H)?” Oliver Wood asks casually as they’re changing for quidditch practice.

- “Yeah, they’re good aren’t they?” George says with a grin, he’s awful proud you made it on, especially since he and Fred basically coached you.

- “They’ve certainly got a pretty face.” Oliver says with a hum, and that makes George stutter to a stop. He feels a mild twinge of jealousy but brushes it off.

- “You fancy them mate?” He asks, a teasing grin spreading across his face. And he doesn’t miss how Oliver’s ears turn red.

- “You want me to put in a good word for you?” He says between howls of laughter and Oliver just rolls his eyes and shoves him away.

- “I’m just glad you’re in love with something other quidditch!” George shouts as Oliver begins to walk away.

- You probably have a small crush on Oliver as well. He’s older for one, and the other being that he’s very good at quidditch.

- Oliver doesn’t share emotions very well, even though the feelings are reciprocated.

- “You should quit quidditch.” He tells you after a match.

- And your heart plummets as he abruptly walks away.

- He meant that you should quit quidditch because you might end up getting hurt, or getting scars on your face.

- You took it as if you were a terrible player, and should quit while you’re ahead.

- Afterwards Fred and George probably comfort you in your dorm.

- “Oliver’s a prat, doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” George says.

- “Want me to turn his hair pink?” Fred asks and you laugh.

- The next week Oliver’s hair is lime green and he’s chasing Fred and George on his broom.

- “Sorry we couldn’t make it pink.” Fred says later, and you just laugh.

- The fact that they did anything at all is more than enough.

- You can tell them apart, it’s something you don’t even realize until the moment comes.

-You’re walking out of potions class, Fred ran to the bathroom, and you manage to catch up to George.

_”Hey George, did you manage to catch what pages we’re supposed to read, my ink got smudged.” You say, holding up your ink stained hand.

- George grins, thinking he’ll have a bit of fun.

- “George? I’m Fred.” He shakes his head, biting back a smile. “And you call yourself our best friend.”

- You look at him for several long seconds, and George can already feel the hairs on the back of his neck start to stand.

-”No, you’re George.” You tell him, looking back down at the parchment. “So did you get the page numbers or not?” You ask, and the entire moment’s so casual for you. 

- You miss the significance of it completely, finally waving down another classmate and asking them for the page numbers.

- George can’t hide his dumb struck expression. George, by all accounts, is identical to Fred. No one can tell them apart. 

- To be honest, since he was a small boy, he didn’t really see the similarity. Fred was so much bolder than he was, more charismatic and charming. 

- Where he saw himself as more diplomatic, a bit quieter, and more sensitive as well. 

- Since their childhood, the two could only notice differences between them. Though they shared some interests, they were very different people. 

- George smiles, of course you would be able to tell them apart. 

- They talk a lot about their family, and you find yourself a little nostalgic for a place you’ve never even been.

- When Christmas comes around, you get a sweater from Molly Weasley herself.

- “Yeah, it’s pretty embarrassing.” Fred starts

- “You don’t have to wear it-“ George is about to say, when he see’s you hug the sweater to your chest.

- “It smells like you.” You tell them, like honeysuckle and sunshine.

- “I love it.” You say with a giant smile on your face.

- Endless amounts of mischief

- And endless adventures.

[mimi-love-4ever]

Summer Heat

SasuSaku Month 2018 - Day 13: Summer Heat Rating: T+ (Language) Context: Non-massacre, non-shinobi AU A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like it! Here’s the previous prompt, Day 12 (Dinner).

Sasuke was carrying a bucket of paint and a tray of brushes the first time he saw her. He blinked several times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Pastel pink hair and alluring green eyes. She was talking animatedly with his uncle Obito near the front gate of the house as she swept her strangely colored hair up into a ponytail. Since he had his earphones in, he failed to hear what she was saying, but whatever it was it had his uncle howling with laughter with the way he was bending over and slapping his knee. It honestly looked like he was dying from oxygen deprivation.

Whatever the girl said couldn’t have been that funny, he thought to himself, almost annoyed.

He forced himself to look away and kept walking towards the end of the fence where he was supposed to start painting first. When his uncle had convinced his parents to let him stay for the summer, to clear his head before college began, Sasuke hadn’t expected to be put to work. Obito had bought an old house in a nice, quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Konoha and had decided to renovate it as a summer project. So, honestly, he should have suspected he’d be used for free labor by his eccentric uncle. The only thing that had kept him from driving back home was that Obito had promised to teach him some martial arts, which is something his mother had forbidden him from learning when he was younger.

The next time he saw the girl with the pink hair, he was driving through downtown Konoha one afternoon. Obito had sent him to pick up something or another at the store like a little errand boy. He just happened to take a glance to the right at a stop light and saw her spinning on her tiptoes as easily as a breath of air. She was in a dance studio, alone. The passionate expression on her face caught him off guard. He couldn’t deny she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Which is why he grumbled to himself and sped out of there before anyone caught him staring. Sasuke was not in the habit of letting girls catch his eye and he did not plan to let it happen.

He arrived back at the house thoroughly annoyed, threw the shopping bag on his uncle’s table, and holed up in his room. He slipped in his earphones and spent the next couple hours trying to put that girl out of mind. He tried so hard that he ended up falling asleep to the image of sparkling viridian eyes, nonetheless.

It was almost a month into his stay when he ran into her again. Obito had left him a to-do list of things that needed to be done while he went into town for a few hours. Sasuke called bullshit because his uncle had been gone since early morning and he was stuck cleaning the stinky gutters as the sun blazed on mercilessly. Sweat trickled down his neck right down to his shirt, making it stick to his body uncomfortably. The heated up metal of the ladder he was standing on wasn’t helping the situation. He groaned in protest and decided to scoop one last patch of gutter gunk before calling it quits. Not even the music blasting through his earphones was helping him put the summer heat out of mind. He let the ball of gunk fall to the ground carelessly, where he could then pick it up better, when his ladder shook roughly and almost toppled him over.

Sasuke cursed loudly and looked down trying to find the source of the disturbance. His eyes widened in shock when he saw pink muddied locks, then a furious face with green eyes  shooting daggers at him. He ripped the earphones off and quickly climbed down.

“What the hell is your problem?” The girl exclaimed. “I was just trying to get your attention and you go and drop this shit on me!”

Sasuke winced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you, or hear you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I figured,” she pouted and tried to get big chunks of gutter trash off her head. “Great, now I gotta go all the way back home and shower.”

“No, wait.” Sasuke surprised himself by saying and  looked away embarrassed. “Uh, why don’t you come in? You can use our bathroom.”

She raised an eyebrow at his boldness. “I don’t even know your name, buddy. You could be a killer for all I know, looking to kidnap girls like me.”

“Annoying?” Sasuke quipped.

“Young and full of life.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her reply. “Sasuke Uchiha. College-bound student, not a killer.”

“Oh, you must be Mr. Uchiha’s nephew!” Her eyes brightened as she stuck her hand out to him. “He hasn’t shut up about you, you know?”

“Great,” he grimaced. “I can just imagine the things he’s said.”

“Well, you don’t look stupid, for one,” she giggled. “Although, he did also mention you have a stick up your ass, so…”

You’re dead, Obito! Sasuke glared at the floor furiously. He could feel the tips of his ears burn red.

“Sakura Haruno,” she introduced herself, chuckling. “Now that I know you’re not a closeted killer, I wouldn’t mind using your bathroom, but I still got my eye on you.”

After their official disaster of a meeting, Sasuke found Sakura stopping by more often. She would try to get him out of the house any chance she got, but to no avail, so she ended up trailing after him and helping out. Once Obito found out what was going on he waited for Sakura to go home before laughing and teasing him relentlessly about her. Somehow his uncle got it in his head that he and Sakura would soon hook up, which is why he almost freaked out when two weeks later Sakura started pestering him about a party. A friend of a friend was hosting a party at her family’s summer house, about forty minutes away, and Sakura insisted he should go with her. Of course, he flat out refused, remembering his uncle’s teasing. That’s when Sakura had pulled out the big guns.

Her pink lips formed a pout as her viridian eyes widened slightly and she looked at him pleadingly. His thoughts betrayed him as he found her to be entirely too enticing for her own good. Needless to say, she played him like a damn fiddle.

Sasuke threw on a clean white t-shirt, jeans and a pair of black Converse and waited for Sakura to show up. Since he didn’t want to tip off Obito of the situation, he told Sakura they should take her car, to which she readily agreed. It seemed Obito had started teasing her too whenever he wasn’t paying attention.

At seven, on the dot, Sakura was pulling up in the driveway. She waved at him without getting off and he hurried over to the passenger seat. The drive on the way over was laid back with Sasuke simply enjoying the cool air from the AC beating away the heat of summer while Sakura played songs from her playlist and sang a long at the top of her lungs. She grinned at him and laughed every time he would complain about the too bubblegum pop songs she played, but he never once told her to shut up or change it. When they finally reached their destination an hour later, the party looked to be well underway already. Sakura parked down the street and was checking over her light make-up as he got out.

The second Sakura stepped out of the car, Sasuke knew this party was gonna be hell. He hadn’t noticed it when he got in the car, but Sakura looked good. Way, way, too good and damn it all if he didn’t find her insanely attractive. She wore a thin red, off the shoulder top that fell a little short and showed off a good amount of her flat stomach. It accompanished a tight, high waisted black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a pair of black wedge sneakers that had a mesmerizing effect on her long legs.

“Do you think I look okay?” Sakura asked him, biting her lip, as she tucked a rose-colored lock behind her ear.

Sasuke had never felt so conflicted. He wanted to tell her that she looked amazing, but at the same time, he wanted to shove her back in the car and drive away so no stupid hormonal boys could look at her.

“You look fine,” he forced out.

“Oh,” she said. He could have sworn he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes before it was gone and she smiled. “As long as I don’t look terrible. Come on, Sasuke, we need to loosen you up.”

As soon as they stepped through the door, Sakura was bombarded by a vivacious blonde who grinned like a Cheshire cat at her outfit and handed both of them a half-filled red cup. Ino, he remembered Sakura mentioning the name of her best friend. She wasted no time in pulling her into a throng of people in the middle of the large living room that were supposed to be dancing, but looked to be too tipsy for that. Hard paced music blasted from hidden speakers around the room while a strobe of light flashed every now and then.

He wasn’t the type to drink, but when he caught several leering glances directed at Sakura, he chugged the entire contents of the cup. Whatever it was tasted terrible and almost made him gag at the after taste. Although he hadn’t known Sakura for very long, he felt protective of her. It almost came at no surprise seeing as how there was just something about her that drew people right in.

Sasuke ended up in a corner, mostly to hide from the attention other girls were directing at him in the form of flirtatious eyes and not so subtle looks. He focused instead on Sakura and the big smile on her face as she danced. She had ditched the cup and had both hands thrown up in the air above her, her hips swaying sensually in time to the rhythm of the music. He lost count of how many songs Sakura danced to, but she eventually made her way over to him slightly out of breath and fanning her face.

Her eyes shimmered with excitement and her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink. She looked at him with a certain intensity that made the room heat up a couple of degrees.

“Dance with me?” Sakura giggled, tugging on his arm.

“I don’t dance,” he replied, glancing at the tangle of people unamused.

“Oh, come on!” Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Sasuke found himself muttering under his breath.

“I’m gonna go get another drink then.” She gave him one last hopeful look before maneuvering through the living room and out of sight.

Having nothing better to do, he followed Sakura to the kitchen area, pushing people out the way. He could never understand why girls tried clinging to him when it was obvious he wasn’t interested. All except Sakura, that is…

He shook away those thoughts and rounded the corner. The sight before him, however, made all those thoughts come roaring right back. Sakura was leaning against the counter, drink in hand, smiling and laughing as some guy was talking to her. He stood a little taller than her, which made him lean down closer to Sakura’s face to be able to be heard over the loud noise of the music. Too close. Sasuke found it incredibly hard to resist the urge to shove him away and punch that smug grin off his face.

I have no claim on Sakura. Sasuke repeated like a mantra over and over in his head.

The guy leaned down even further and whispered something in Sakura’s ear. He put his hand on the counter and placed his other on her small waist. Her eyes widened a bit at whatever it was that he said before an offended expression crossed her face. Sasuke was about to step in when Sakura lifted her arm and dumped the contents of her cup on top of the guy’s head.

“Asshole,” she snarled angrily and pushed him away.

The guy stumbled back, but managed to grab her wrist in a firm hold. “Don’t be such a bitch.”

In a flash Sasuke shot forward and gripped his arm tightly. He squeezed hard until the guy let go of Sakura with a groan of pain and fell to the ground clutching his arm. Sasuke ushered Sakura out of the kitchen, pushing past a small crowd that had gathered around them, and headed out the back door. Unlike the inside, the backyard was deserted and quiet enough to hear. Sakura stomped down a set of stairs and plopped down on the bottom step, fuming. Sasuke followed after her.

“Why are guys such jerks, Sasuke?” Sakura exploded. “Ugh, I swear, I always attract the worst.”

“That idiot, what did he say to you?” He asked a little curiously. He wanted to know whether he had to commit murder or not.

Sakura’s cheeks turned red, but it looked like more from embarrassment than anything. She huffed, “I’d rather not say.”

He frowned and figured it must have been pretty bad if she didn’t even want to tell him. Since he’s known her, she’s never held anything back. He also didn’t fail to notice the glossy shimmer in her eyes that signaled incoming tears.

“Forget that guy, he’s a loser if he can’t appreciate a girl like you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

She turned to him and felt the ghost of a smile on her lips. “Annoying?”

He smirked. “Young and full of life.”

A chorus of giggles fell from her mouth, turning into full blown laughter a second later as she remembered their first encounter and the very same words being spoken between them. A comfortable silence fell over them. Sakura enjoyed the cooling summer air and admired the stars above while Sasuke couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“Hey, Sasuke?” Sakura broke the silence.

“Hm?”

“Thank you,” she smiled so brilliantly, he thought his heart would stop. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Hn.”

Sakura laughed at his one-word syllable, but was overjoyed when she could discern more than that one word. Although Sasuke didn’t talk a lot or express his emotions as easily as she did, she was quick to pick up on just what exactly he was trying to say. Not for the first time, Sakura was glad she met Sasuke and more than happy that they had become friends. Friends…

Before she lost her courage, Sakura raised her head up and pecked his cheek. His warm skin felt like silk under her lips and sent a shock of electricity down her spine. She moved away and stared straight ahead, feeling a sense of shyness creep over her.

“Happy birthday, Sasuke-kun,” she whispered.

Sasuke sat frozen in his spot. The spot where she had kissed him blazed hot like wildfire and slowly spread throughout his body. He slowly registered her words and wondered if this was Obito’s doing. A faint blush reddened his cheeks as he tried to  figure out what to do or say. Frustratingly enough, his tongue twisted itself and left him speechless. Instead, he puckered up the courage and cradled her hand in his tentatively, giving her enough time to pull away if that’s what she wanted. She didn’t. Their fingers interconnected effortlessly, like two complementing jigsaw pieces.

“I’m really glad I met you, even if I never see you again after this summer,” Sakura said, every word ringing with sincerity.

“Don’t be annoying,” he stammered and squeezed her hand firmly. “We’re not going to stop being friends just because summer ends.”

“Oh yeah?” Sakura teased, her shyness melting away. “Can’t live without me, Uchiha?”

“I think you mean, you can’t live without me, Haruno,” Sasuke shot back easily.

Sakura poked him in the rib as payback and both erupted in laughter. The party was completely forgotten as Sakura launched into a story and Sasuke listened like he always did, while neither noticed their fingers were still interlocked.

[richonnejustdesserts]

Teacher’s Pet : A Richonne Round Robin Fanfic

A small town sheriff and preschool teacher find love thanks to the cutest little matchmaker around. [RATED: T]

Chapter 8 (written by @pastelogramm)

“Ugh, Dad. Not this song, again.”

Carl was reprimanding his father on his choice of music. They bantered amongst each other as Michonne and Judith delightfully peered over to both of them in the car. They were all cozily nestled into Rick’s SUV on a weekend trip. It was spring break and the windows were cracked open to allow the first cool breezes of the season to seep in the car.

The night before, all of them had carefully crafted their traveling playlist over pizza from Glenn’s.Carl and Michonne bonded over their song selections, bouncing band names off each other well past Carl’s bed time. They happened to have a large amount of classic rock in common. Michonne would hip Carl to Nu Jazz and 90’s RnB and Carl would introduce Michonne to newer artist and Alternative Rock. Now Carl was giving Rick a hard time over his preferences, a mixture of Rockabilly and Folk tunes.

“You know I have to play this song everytime we go fishing, Carl,” Rick playfully scoffed and snapped his fingers along to the banjos strumming at a high tempo. Not allowing Carl’s digs to get him down. “It’s tradition, practically draws the fish to us.”

Under his breath, Carl chided just loud enough for him to hear, “Yeah, more like draws them away.”

Michonne chimed in with a loud laugh “Carl, his tastes aren’t all that bad. It leaves something to be desired but, not that bad.” She playfully tapped Rick’s knee which Rick reciprocated with a wink. He savored the moment to soak in Michonne’s features, made even more exquisite by the sunrise falling over them. They’d been on the road since early morning in order to make a quick stop off at Michonne’s parent’s house, and then to the countryside for some mid-day fishing.  

Carl placed his elbow on Michonne’s headrest to speak over the blaring music. “But you actually have taste, Michonne. I like your songs. Hey, I can tolerate Judith’s kiddy music. But Dad’s, I can’t stand. Let’s not give him the aux cord next time.”

Judith, previously too distracted by doodling in her memory book, peeked from under it in defense of her father “I actually like Daddy’s songs, Carl. They remind me of Old McDonald.”

Everybody burst out in roarious laughter and Carl exclaimed, “Exactly, Judith.”

As the song came to an end, Michonne glanced at the phone that held their custom playlist and smirked. “Well Carl, you’ll be happy to know, a song is coming up that we all seemed to like.”

Carl, knowing that they agreed on very few songs, was instantly excited. As the beginning of the song faded in, everybody in the car seemed to be filled with a sense of anticipation. All four of them were enjoying their time with one another, and they knew this weekend would be no different.

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone

Turned on some music to start my day

I lost myself in a familiar song

I closed my eyes and I slipped away

xxxx

Carl and Judith had drifted off to sleep for some time, leaving Rick and Michonne to talk about their day. As suspected, the rumors surrounding their “scandal” of a relationship had died down within a matter of days, leaving Rick and Michonne to delve deeper into their relationship, what it meant for them and the kids.

“I haven’t seen my mom in while. Besides facetiming, of course. It’ll be good to see her in the flesh, and for her to see you.” She rested her hand over his headrest, fiddling with his chocolate curls. “With all of the things I’ve been telling her about you and the kids, she was chewing me out to meet you all.” Michonne eyed Rick with a questioning expression. “You ready?”

Rick nodded, “Yeah. I’m excited to meet her too. Albeit nervous.” Rick gripped the steering wheel. “I feel like a high schooler knocking on my date’s door.”

Michonne giggled,“She’s gonna love you, Rick. She already loves you.” With that look, Rick was at ease. Michonne knew exactly where to reach to get him in a calm place.

The GPS sounded that they were all less that 10 minutes away from Michonne’s old house, waking Carl and Judith from their deep sleep.

Judith sleepily growled from the backseat, “So what is your mommy like Michonne?”

Michonne glanced at the rearview mirror and into her inquisitive face, Judith was the most excited to meet her mother. “People say she’s a lot like me, Judy. She inspired me to become an artist, you know? She is a sculptor in her spare time.”

“So there are two Mrs. A’s?” Judith’s eyes went wide and excited. She didn’t know if she could handle the prospect of another kind, creative, smart and pretty Michonne.

Michonne replied with a grin, “Well, I guess you could say that, Judy.”

The car pulled into the driveway of a sage green two-story house. In the front, there was a screened porch with a couple of rocking chairs adorning it. Towards the back, you could make out a garden that was sprouting first blooms of vegetation. It all looked very tidy and homey.

A figure exited from the screen porch and out to greet them. It was a slender, older woman with long silver locs pulled into a ponytail. As far away as she was, she had a presence about her that was joyful and polished. She was the exact mirror of Michonne.

“There she is!” Michonne barely waited for the car to come to a complete stop before making a beeline toward her mother.  

“Is that my baby coming out of that car!?” The woman warmly approached with open arms and embraced her child, rocking with her, pulling away solely to get a look at her face.  

Meanwhile, Carl, Judith, and Rick pooled out of the car and gathered around while they were still locked in a hug and exchanging pleasantries. Rick gazed at the pair and he could see the deep relationship these two had.

“Is Daddy still on that business trip in Macon?” Michonne inquired.

Michonne’s mother shook her head in feigned disappointment, “Yes, you know he would be here if he could. That man is always busy.”

Michonne mused, “I know. Maybe we can double back on our way back to King County and catch some time with him.”

After they parted, Rick offered his hand to shake in the most southern gentlemen type of way and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Anthony. I’m Rick.”

Michonne’s mother allowed his hand to hang in the air for a spell and smirked.“I don’t do handshakes, baby. We hug over here.” With that, she pulled him in for the biggest bear hug. “And my name is Roseline.” She smiled that same 1000 watt smile that Michonne had.”Michonne has told me so much about you. All good things.”

Rick, delighted by how welcoming Michonne’s mom was being replied,“Yes ma-, I mean, Miss Roseline.”

Michonne walked over to the children and put her arms around them, “Mama, I’d like for you to meet Rick’s children, Carl and Judith.”

“Of course! I’ve heard so much about the two of you! Over here is Mr. Baseball Star. And here is the budding artist. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.” She reached in to hug both of the children which they warmly reciprocated. Judith had stars in her eyes. She couldn’t imagine a world that housed two Mrs. A’s. She was absolutely smitten.

“I made this for you!” Judith pulled out a folded up piece of paper that she was hiding in her overalls and presented it to Roseline. “My Daddy says never come to somebody’s house empty-handed.”

Roseline unfolded the piece of paper and examined the drawing. It was a picture of everybody that was in the car that day in crayon. On the top was scribbled “tank yu for habing us.”

Roseline was over the moon about the drawing and kneeled down to Judith’s level. “This is so beautiful, baby! Thank you.” Roseline pulled her in for yet another hug. “I’m putting this on my fridge as soon as a get in the house.”  

“Your children are absolutely precious, and mannerable too.”

“Thank you,” Rick replied.

Roseline chuckled “I remember when Michonne was young like you two. She was really interested in those samurai movies and comics. All the time, kicking, using brooms as swords and such…Tearing up my house.” Roseline playfully glared at Michonne. “But she was just a sweet and kind as she could be.”

Rick laughed at Roseline’s recounting. Imagining the now calm and collected Michonne, breaking vases from kicking in the house. “You don’t strike me as the cutting up kind, ‘Chonne.”

“The Arts settled me, Rick.” Michonne shook her head and shot a sly grin at her mom, a little embarrassed that she was spilling so much information so quickly.

Roseline leaned into her daughter for a side hug, “Oh yes, I have so much to tell you about Michonne, she’s got so many stories. We’re gonna have fun, Rick.”

Rick’s voice grew bubbly, “I really would like that Miss Roseline.” As he passed a look over to Michonne, Rick was amazed at the woman before him. He wanted to hear all of the things about her that she’d glanced over about herself. Absolutely all of it.

“Well, I was in the kitchen since early this morning and made some breakfast for you all so that’s time for plenty of stories. You can’t go fishing on an empty stomach can you?”

Carl, who had been complaining of hunger pangs for about an hour immediately piped up, “We sure can’t.”

Roseline chuckled at his comment. “I can already tell this boy can eat, I like that!”

xxxx

Roseline had prepared a large spread for her guests. Fried catfish, eggs, grits with cheese, biscuits from scratch, and many other things were on the menu. Afterward, they lounged around in Roseline’s Garden.Carl was paging through some of Michonne’s comics that she’d dug out from her old room and Judith had stolen Michonne away for a moment to teach her how to make pressed flowers for her memory book. Rick and Roseline opted to stay in the kitchen while Rick volunteered to clear the table.

Roseline took a moment to eye Rick down with a slick grin. “Rick Grimes, Rick Grimes…Well, I see you have your cowboy boots, but where are your riding chaps?”

Rick threw his head back and laughed, Michonne had mentioned all of the wise cracks Roseline would make about his name, the modern cowboy at its finest. Rick shot back,“They’re at the dry cleaners. Next time I’ll bring along my horse, Silver.”

Roseline fell back against her chair and laughed cackled, then hummed, “Now, usually my husband would be the one to ask these questions, but in his absence, I gotta know. What are your intentions with my daughter, Cowboy Rick?”

Scraping leftover food into the trash, Rick’s eyes began to crinkle at the corners and with some pause, he became serious and faced her. “Honestly, Roseline. I really like your daughter. She’s making me a very happy man.”

“I know you do, I can see by the way you look at her.” Roseline fidgeted with her fingers and glanced over to a photo of Michonne with a floral dress, missing teeth, and thick, bushy hair. “She is something else, my baby girl. You’ve got a good one.”

“I know that too. And it’s never my intention to hurt her.” Rick’s southern drawl became more labored as he sat down at the table next to Roseline, wanting to cut straight to the point. “Miss Roseline, I know that the way we met might have caused some alarm with you, but I assure you that it’s not something to be worried about. We’re being careful about it, and I would never want to endanger Michonne’s career or good name.”

Roseline smiled and leaned in, “My baby is grown Rick, I know that. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying about her. Down there in King County all by herself, I was nervous. And then she told me about you, and I was even more nervous. I didn’t want her to get hurt, and I know a lot of women who do get hurt in those types of situations.”

Rick nodded in understanding, knowing that their beginning predicament, a teacher dating her student’s father, did not sound appealing on paper.

“But, I see now.” She looked out toward the screen porch at a Michonne and Judith marveling over their new pressed flowers. “You and your kids are bringing so much joy to her life. So, I thank you.”

Rick stood up to catch Michonne waving at the two of them and waved back. “The feeling is very much mutual. I’m thankful that we found each other.”

Xxx

The stay at Roseline’s house was short lived, but full of laughs and catching up. Roseline sent them on their way with a ton of leftovers for the rest of the trip. They all promised they would stop by after fishing to meet up with her again, and meet Michonne’s father, Makenson.

After about an hour more of driving, they had finally made it to the lake house where they’d be spending a couple of days. It was a sight to behold, a quaint little log cabin nestled next to some of the clearest water where little to no vacationers frequented. The lush green grass surrounding the lake was still dewy from an early morning rain and you could smell the fragrant flowers in the midst.

Michonne, taking in the scenery, inhaled all of that fresh country air, “This is stunning, Rick.”

Rick replied, “Isn’t it? We haven’t been up here in a long time. As a matter of fact, this is Judith’s first time here, and yours of course.”

The group quickly packed up their belongings in the cabin and made their way to the lake, fishing supplies in tow. As they neared, Carl got the idea to challenge Judith to a race.

“Race you to that fishing sign, Judes!” and with that, he blasted off, with Judith not too far behind him.

Rick yelled behind his children, “Careful you two, the ground is still wet!”

They paid the yelling no mind, Carl and Judith blasted at lightning speed toward the fishing spot leaving Rick and Michonne in their dust. Judith was not one to play with a challenge and was able to keep up a good speed with Carl. Until suddenly, she slipped up on the moisture inside her sandals and fell right into dirt softened by that morning’s rain.

“Oh No!” Rick and Michonne yelled in unison as they scurried to see about her.Carl had very quickly realized that his sister had fallen and was right to her rescue.

By the time Rick and Michonne had gotten to Judith she wasn’t crying, as much as disgusted by her yellow pantsuit completely covered in a brown and green muck.  

Michonne kneeled down to her level and began to rub her back, “It’s okay sweetie, it’s alright.”Judith quipped with a twisted face, “Yeah, it’s okay. It’s just so… yucky.” She frantically tried to wipe the mud off her bottoms.

Rick agreed with a chortle whilst examining her, relieved that she was not hurt past a couple of scrapes. “I know, baby. Let’s take you inside to get some new clothes.” He glanced at Michonne and Carl, “Hey Carl, do you mind getting things set up in the meantime while I get Judith cleaned up? Can you teach Michonne a bit while you’re at it, she’s a little, uh, wet behind the ears.” Rick joked and Michonne rolled her eyes playfully. Michonne had never gone fishing before but was always ready to try new things.

Carl nodded, excited to get some one on one time with Michonne. “Yeah, I can teach you how to set up Michonne. It’s really easy.”

Michonne cautioned to Judith,“You sure you’re alright, baby girl? You don’t need us to come and help?”

“I’m okay Ms. A.” Judith answered with a thumb up in the air while being carried away by Rick. Judith was one brave girl, indeed.

Left alone, Carl began to teach Michonne the ins and outs of fishing. In no time they were all settled with their chairs and sitting in front of the lake, rods in hand. Now there was nothing left but the beauty and the still of the lake, and to wait for the fish, already crowded around their fishing area, to bite.

The duo was only waiting for a couple of minutes before Carl whispered,“Hey Michonne, can I tell you something?”

Curiosity piqued, Michonne replied, “Of course, Carl.”

Carl took a moment to prepare himself, “I know you and my Dad haven’t been dating for a whole lot of time so I’m not trying to make this weird or anything, but, I just wanted you to know, I’m glad he’s happy.”

Immediately, Michonne’s heart warmed. “I’m glad you’re okay with it, Carl. Your opinion about this means a lot in this.” She lightly pressured, “Is there anything that brought this about?”

“It’s just… being here reminded me how my Dad was, before the divorce. I don’t really think I could call my Dad… happy at the time. I know he loved us, Judith and I, but something was missing for him. My Dad was alone for a good while… and I was starting to wonder if he was ever gonna find somebody else.” Carl teetered on his words, wondering to himself what the right thing was to say. All that Michonne could manage to do was listen.

“I was worried about him. But, I can see it on his face. He’s happy to be with you. And I’m happy because he’s happy.” Carl beamed, relieved that he was able to say something on his mind for a long time.

“Well, thank you for sharing that, Carl,” Michonne assured him. “Just know that I’m here for you, to talk or, whatever you need.I’m here.”

They were so caught up in their talk that they didn’t hear the zipping of the fishing line getting away from them. Something was biting on the line.

Carl began to pull back on the fishing reel,“I think we got one!”

xxxxx

The end of the weekend was at hand, and the group reluctantly prepared to make a trip back home to King’s County. Michonne passed Rick a cooler of fresh bass and managed to steal a quick peck on his cheek, not realizing that Carl was within view of her. Then she ran back upstairs to double check that she hadn’t forgotten anything before they left.

Rick, with flushed cheeks, walked over to the car and hefted the large cooler, teaming with medium sized bass, into the back of the car with Carl’s help. It was one of the biggest catches they had ever made. All throughout packing, Carl had this huge grin on his face that Rick noticed.

Rick questioned Carl with a little hesitation nudging him, “Is everything alright? I see you grinning.”

Carl, caught, began to blush and looked around, “Nothing… just you and Michonne.”

Carl’s smile was contagious to Rick causing one to spread across his face. “Yeah… are you alright about her?”

“Yeah.” Carl nodded, answering with no hesitation and looked up into his father’s eyes. With all sincerity, he said, “I think she’s one of us.”

That made Rick smile even the more. He was falling for Michonne, and he loved the assurance that his children were seeing the same qualities in her that he was. This all felt so right.

Rick drawled out, patting Carl on the back, “I think she is too.”

“Okay, that’s the last of everything.” Michonne bounded down the stairs with Judith attached to her side, “We’re all ready ready to head out.”

And with that, everybody piled into the car with sights toward Atlanta, and then finally, King County. Everybody enjoyed a comfortable silence. The kind of silence you can only achieve when you are truly at home with somebody.

Judith, tapped Michonne on her shoulder and asked, “Ms. A, would you like to see my memory book?”

Michonne craned her neck to get the book from her “I’d love to, honey.”

Michonne opened the memory book and marveled at this weekend through this little child’s eyes. The pages were full to the brim with drawings of Rick as Old Mcdonald, a picture of Carl, Rick, Judith and Michonne around a lake, a muddy handprint and pressed flowers from her mother’s garden.

The last picture made her well up. It was a picture solely of Michonne, she was adorned with a crown on her head and flowers were at her feet. In scratch letters, the picture was captioned “I luv Ms. A.”

Michonne looked up at all of the people she shared the trip with. These amazing kids who loved her as much as she loved them, and this man who was awakening feelings in her that she hadn’t felt in such a long time. This feeling felt a lot like family, and at that moment, Michonne decided that she would dive into it.

Passing the book back into Judith’s hands Michonne replied, “This is wonderful, Sweetheart.”    

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Chapter 7 |

[midtownvaledictorian]

A New Hero in Queens

A late night run-in with some robbers puts you on Peter’s radar...

(1,500 words)

Warnings: language, violence

A/N: this is the first part of a series I’m starting so let me know what you guys think!!! I’ll still be posting other fics in between parts so SEND IN REQUESTS!!! <3

Reader’s POV The bitter wind of late fall stung the small portion of my skin that wasn’t covered by warm fabric. The streets of Queens could make even me nervous at this time of night, but that never stopped me from loving them dearly. I grew up here, everyone I loved was here, and there was no other place that I could imagine calling home. Sure, living outside of New York City would probably allow me to have more fun instead of working to help my dad out with bills or studying so that one day I can support him, but nights like these made me not mind. I always got off work late, but working at the bodega a few blocks down was way better than having to take a subway every day, so I settled for the late hours. Besides, the late night walks were kind of a time for me to recharge. It was just me, a few passing strangers, and my music. 

I was humming along to my late night playlist when I felt a sudden, firm grip on my elbow pull me into an alley. A man pulled my scarf down to hold a cold blade against it. I could tell he was saying something, but the music blaring through my earbuds drowned it out. “I can’t hear you,” I stated dully. The man looked angry before he realized what I meant. He quickly ripped them from my ears, which hurt more than the knife against my neck. “Give me your phone, your wallet, and your PIN,” he repeated. “Oh, yeah no,” I scoffed. I noticed two more men walk towards us in the alley, clearly part of my piss-poor robber’s posse. “Listen, bitch. If you don’t give it to me, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Which, granted, will be very short.” He seemed so proud of his joke that it almost hurt me to shut down his little robbery. “Listen, asshole. If you don’t get the fuck off of me, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. Which will be very long, in prison.” He was done trying to convince me and went to reach for my purse, but the second his eyes left mine I took his distraction to my advantage. I quickly grabbed the arm holding a knife to my neck and twisted it behind his back before I kicked his knees in, sending him to the ground. The other two men started towards me. “Shit,” I muttered before standing up to face them. The smaller one swung first, and way too hard. I ducked before he could hit me but he wasn’t able to stop his forward velocity and fell to the ground. “That was easy.” The bigger one came next, not even bothering with a punch. I grabbed his shoulders before he tackled me, so that by the time I hit the ground I was able to throw him off of me before I somersaulted back to a standing position. My original assailant had finally made his way back onto his feet, knife in hand. He stood menacingly, making sure I was able to see the blade in his fist. “Cute sword,” I deadpanned before he charged at me. He swung the knife at me, I leaned back to dodge it, but not quite quick enough and the blade nicked my cheek. He stumbled forward as I held a hand up to my face, examining the small amount of blood he had drawn. “You dick,” I called at him. He charged again, but I wasn’t in the mood for games anymore. I waited for him to be just a few feet from me before crouching down, he couldn’t stop in time and fell over me. Before his top half could hit the ground, I grabbed him by his collar. “Don’t try taking candy from babies anymore, deal?” With a swift punch, he was out cold. One less to worry about. The bigger guy was ready for more. He was clearly going to try his tackling method again, but I wanted to try a more cartoonish method of bringing him down. Right before he reached me, I stepped to the side and put my foot in his path. He tripped over it and went flying. I didn’t think sticking out my foot would actually work, but I wasn’t going to complain about simplicity. He was lying on his stomach when I approached him. I pulled him up onto his knees by his hoodie then hooked one of my arms under his knee and picked him up. “Jesus Christ, you’re fat,” I told him before throwing him across the alley. He hit a building with a dull thud and fell to the ground. One more. The last guy was clearly terrified. He wanted to run, but I was in between him and the opening of the alley. “See, this is the downfall of attacking teenage girls in alleys,” I explained as I started towards him. Before I could reach him, he was thrown to the side. I was dumbfounded, but when I looked over at him he was stuck to the wall in a massive web. Seconds later, a red figured dropped down in front of me. “Are you okay?” He asked frantically. “No thanks to you, looks like you don’t get to be a hero tonight, Spider-Boy,” I started walking back towards the sidewalk. “Wait!” I spun around to face the “friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.” I’d heard of him, and seen the videos of him on You-Tube, but never in real life. “How’d you do that?” “Do what?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t seen the entire thing. “You threw a three hundred pound man fifteen feet.” “Oh, uh, adrenaline?” I tried turning around again but this time he grabbed my arm to stop me. “What are you?” “Coming from the boy who climbs walls, shoots webs, and stops busses with his bare hands.” “Well most of that is technology, but the strength is from—” “Yeah I don’t really care actually… You’re a lot shorter than I imagined,” I observed out loud. “Oh, yeah I hope I’m still growing though,” he chuckled out, obviously embarrassed. “Still growing? How old are you?” “Uhh, so do you want me to walk you home or anything? You must be pretty shaken up.” “I think I’ll be fine. Thanks for everything, which really wasn’t much.” This time he finally let me leave. I was just out of the alley when I heard him call to me again. “What’s your name?” “Definitely not Spider-Woman!” I heard him chuckle behind me as I spun around. “C’mon!” I just kept walking backwards as he started walking towards me again. “If I tell you, will you let me walk home in peace?” “Yes, I promise!” “Y/n!” With that, I turned around and put my earbuds back in. He kept his promise, and I made my way back to my apartment in peace.

Peter’s POV I had just finished toying with my web fluid formula when Mr. Stark walked into the lab. “Everything okay Spiderling? You seem distracted,” he said as he sat down across from me. It took me a second to reply, “Mr. Stark, do you know about everyone in New York City with… powers?” “I know about all of them, that doesn’t mean they’re all Avengers.” “So you know about Y/n?” “Who?” “So you don’t know about everyone with powers.” “Peter, just because a girl is able to make certain parts in your pants grow, doesn’t mean she has powers. That’s called—” “Yeah, yeah, I get it,” I quickly cut him off before the blush on my cheeks could get any brighter. “But what about teenage girls who can throw three hundred pound guys across an alley while fighting off another two?” That finally caught Mr. Stark’s attention. “Hm, yeah that sounds more like powers.” “So what are we going to do?” “Nothing. We’ll just wait until she’s a problem or we need her. In the meantime, stay out of it. Deal?” “Of course, Mr. Stark.” I tried my best to sound convincing, but I could tell Mr. Stark didn’t believe me. “You’re gonna try to find her, aren’t you?” It took me a few seconds to decide whether or not I should lie. “Yeah, probably.” I finally admitted. Mr. Stark simply nodded his head, knowing that I was going to do something stupid. “Well, good luck. Remember that grey area.” He got up from the lab table and made his way out. “How the hell am I going to find her?” I muttered to myself before continuing my web alterations.

[blumiin]

Lie to Me | 07

You couldn’t imagine that your short stay in Stockholm would eventually lead to meeting three boys which are definitely keeping some big secrets. - Now, getting more and more involved with them, you slowly find out about their past and what happened to them to become like this.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Gang AU Who: BTS Jimin x Reader Word count: 3,6 K

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Minutes passed. No words were spoken. You knew that you shouldn’t stare into his deer-like brown eyes, because they made you weak, but he was not different, keeping his gaze fixed on you. You noticed how that tingling sensation in your tummy from Jungkook’s attempt to kiss you, slowly faded into a feeling of longing for Jimin.

As realization broke in, your eyes widened and you tried to look somewhere but him. For seconds you thought about going out of the room, but then you would be confronted with Jungkook – and for now, you wanted to avoid that, so there was no other choice but to stay here.

“W-What were you doing u-until I crashed into y-your room?” You finally broke the silence to get some distraction.

“Starting a conversation, huh?” He answered with a light chuckle. “I’m just too curious what happened but I won’t ask.” He stood up and walked to his bed. “I laid relaxed on my bed while listening to music until someone pulled my door open and is now sitting on my floor.” He turned to you with a light smirk and you couldn’t help but to smile embarrassed back.

“W-What are you listening?” You asked. He looked at his phone to check what song was playing and huffed as he saw the title. Funny that this song is playing he mumbled to himself.

“Wanna listen?” He looked up to you while motioning to his phone. “It’s Oasis” You just nodded and the silver-haired boy made his way to you and put the headphone onto you, his light touch made your heart skip a beat. The song was already playing…

‘cause I need more time

Yes, I need more time just to make things right Yes, I need more time just to make things right

Yes, I need more time just to make things right

So don’t go away

You didn’t know the song but as you listened to the lyrics it made you feel sad. You peeked at him while he was standing at his desk fumbling some sheets of paper. Is he trying to say something to you or is your mind playing a trick on you? The words could fit into your situation but… — You were taken out of your thoughts as the next song started – Usher – Yeah! You laughed and Jimin turned to you with an obvious puzzled expression, making you laugh even harder.

“You have a weird playlist.” You stated to explain your little outbreak. He quickly walked to you and grabbed the headphones, holding them near his ears to listen what was playing. “Oh, come on….why out of all the songs on the list – why do they have to choose this one. It was on shuffle.” He rolled his eyes while reasoning the order.

“To admit, it’s a good song. I mean it’s a classic.” You smiled holding back your laughter. “It was just unexpected.” You unplugged the headphones so that that both of you could hear it. Jimin and you laughed and again, both of you began to stare into each other’s eyes intently. You were enjoying your time with him, laughing and talking about random things. You remembered that you barely had those with him, because of his mood swings… You still didn’t get that.

“Why is it so different every time I see you” You thought out loud. You words came out as a whisper but Jimin could hear them clearly, his expression changed as he heard them and you immediately slapped yourself in your mind for saying it aloud. Why were you thinking out loud?

He cleared out his throat. “I guess it’s better for you to go. If you stay longer they will get the wrong idea.”

“Yeah…you’re right. I should go back to our hotel as well. Tomorrow will be a long day. Gotta get some rest.”

His lips formed a thin straight line. “Do you have to do this this? – I mean did you think that through?”

“Honestly – I don’t think so. A part of me still doesn’t want to be involved with you guys” You sighed. “but another part of me is saying to finally come out of my shell and start to live. It’s also my way to pay back for all your kindness. That you helped Yoongi and became close friends, close enough that he even considers you as family. “

You looked at him and saw how he silently requested you to continue.

“My parents always were harsh on him, they wanted him to be a model student, have a well-paid job, at best a doctor or lawyer, but that wasn’t what he wanted. I always turned a blind eye on it because I didn’t know how to react and I regretted it the most when I had to say goodbye when he decided to study abroad. I knew he just wanted to be away from our family.” You felt how tears were welling up in your eyes. “And hearing that he was still suffering here – I – I—“,Tears fell down your face and Jimin grabbed your arm and pulled you to himself, his warm embrace comforting you. You were embarrassed how in that short amount of time you were in his room; you were showing all kinds of emotions. Moreover that you were comfortable enough to tell him these things and let your feelings flow.

“It’s okay. I’m sure he knows that you care a lot about him. “ He softly patted your back while whispering into your ear, his voice soothing you.

He patiently waited for you to calm down and for you to decide to get out of his hold.

“….thank you” You muttered, staring to the ground, being too shy to face him. “…and sorry. I actually wanted to go, but when they see me like this, they will think you or Jungkook did something bad. C-Can I stay for just few more minutes?” You asked him hesitantly.

“Sure. Don’t want to feel Yoongi’s anger again. “ Jimin said while scratching the backside of his neck. After that, he took his phone and played Usher- Yeah again and you immediately started to smile again.

“I knew that song would lift the mood.”

“How do I look?” You peeked at Luna, your eyes full of expectation and worry.

“Damn Y/N, that dress was surely a good choice. It looks amazing on you!” Her eyes were shining, holding both of her thumps up.

“Really? Don’t you think that’s too much, with everything?” You were a bit unsure about your appearance. You were wearing a navy blue, pleated neck holder dress with cutouts at the front, your back being completely free. Dark red lips, big hoop earrings and metallic high-heels finished your outfit. The whole day you were wandering from shop to shop to look for a decent dress you could wear for tonight and now seeing the complete look in the mirror you couldn’t recognize yourself.

“YES! I am sure a lot of men there will fall for you. “

“And what about you? Look at you. You look stunning.” Her black maxi dress with a low-cut neckline kissed her body perfectly and that long cutout to peek at her leg gave her a really sexy image.

“Okay… then both of us will seduce all men at that gathering.” She waved her hair cockily behind her shoulder while smirking at you.

“I can’t believe that we’re actually doing this.” You voiced your still present concern. It also was a lot of work to persuade your parents to plan their evening without you, but you somehow managed to come up with something – telling them that you want to explore the nightlife alone.

“There is no backing down anymore.  –and remember, there will be 7 boys there who would protect us if something happens.” You just nodded in response.

Buzz Buzz

“That must be Yoongi.” You took your phone to open your message.

YG: Ready? We are waiting in the lobby. YOU: We’re coming.

You quickly checked yourself in the mirror, deeply breathed in and out and got your jacket to go down to the lobby. In the elevator your heart pounded faster with each floor your were going down and the grip on your clutch became tighter. The door opened and you instantly had the feeling all eyes were on Luna and you, but all in all this is what you intended.

Your eyes wandered through the hall looking for the boys and quickly found them sitting leisurely on the sofas, wearing suits. Step by step you paved your way closer to them unnoticed until Hoseok shifted his head towards you and your best friend, opening his mouth in amazement. At that, the others turned their heads to the direction Hoseok was staring at and you felt how heat rushed to your cheeks, which took a rosy shade at the same time, when you saw their expressions. All of them suddenly stood up.

“Wow…where is my cute little sister?” Yoongi asked still astonished by your image-change.

“It’s too much right?”

“No, both of you look perfect.” Namjoon replied.

“Even I have to admit, that you’re almost as beautiful as me “ Jin intervened and all of you had to laugh by his comment.  Your eyes then shifted from Jin to Jungkook to whom you didn’t exchange any word after the – incident. You didn’t know what to say or how to react that’s why you just awkwardly smiled at him and to your relief he smiled back as if nothing happened.

“Okay, let’s go Jimin and Taehyung are waiting at the cars. “ Namjoon instructed and everybody walked to the car park.

As expected, the two of them stood there each of them smoking a cigarette and talking happily. Despite knowing how important this day is, they seemed to be totally relaxed. Not just the two but all of them weren’t showing any signs of uneasiness. It was something you also wanted to have because you were trembling about what was to come.  

As soon as both boys saw, Luna and you coming you couldn’t help but getting jealous of the way Taehyung gazed at Luna; full of awe and – love? Their relationship progressed quite a bit, every evening she is texting him and that little time they get together are so precious to her – but they still didn’t talk about being exclusive for each other, even though it seems that they already reached that stage. You then peeked to Jimin who gave you a warm smile. After yesterday, you got a lot more comfortable in his presence and you were happy that you weren’t that anxious around him anymore.

“Ladies. If the mission would be: seduce Taehyung then you certainly would have accomplished it already.” Hoseok said mockingly, making fun of his expression.

“Yah. I’m not that easy” Taehyung replied.

“YAH? Don’t forget I’m older than you.”

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The car stopped in front of an enormous big villa, you’ve seen in magazines or on TV, in a neighborhood you thought you would never step a foot on. You bit nervously on your lip because you were dying on that seat; nervous would be a total understatement. Namjoon who sat on the passenger seat turned around to face you and Luna.

“Remember, the minute or better the second you want to quit or Jaebum crosses the line say it. Don’t force yourself to something you don’t want to do. Okay?” His expression told you he was serious and meant the things he said. Both of you nodded.

“Ready?” Taehyung, who drove, asked.

After in- and exhaling one time to calm yourself down, you looked at your best friend, who stared determined at you and you then shifted your gaze to the boy and said: “Ready!”

The door opened and you stepped out of the car, same did the others in the car behind you. The service employees greeted you and the only thing you could do was nodding timidly. As Taehyung gave the car keys to one of the employees, he swiftly went to Luna and linked arms with her. In your mind you thought that they couldn’t make it more obvious but at the same time you were envious of their relationship yet again. To reduce that feeling you quickly grabbed the arm of your brother to do the same. He was startled at first but he knew how stressed you were about this that he just silently went along. With Namjoon at the front, all of you paved your way to the entrance hall. Plenty of guests already found their way to the gathering and were happily having conversation while slurping on their expensive drinks.

“Miss, do you mind for me to take your jacket?” A waiter surprised you. You put off your jacket and gave it to him, thanking him afterwards.

Meanwhile the boys were busy shaking hands and saying hello to a few guests they seem to know. Therefore, you had the time to take a look at the whole event. It was truly a high-society event. The invited men and women were all well-dressed; dresses and accessories probably more expensive than your whole fortune. Waiter were all over the place with finger food or drinks on their plates busily serving the guests while still keeping a polite smile. Last but not least classical music was played by a small instrumental ensemble.

“Let’s split. We have an hour so for that time everyone can do what he wants.” Jin spoke after you found yourself being encircled by the boys again. In the car, Namjoon told you that it would be foolish and too suspicious to start the mission, which is why he wanted to delay it exactly an hour after your arrival.

“Yes. Look at your watches. It’s – 22:10pm.” Namjoon’s eyes wandered from his watch to 8 pairs of eyes and stared at them with a serious expression and nodded.

Like this, everyone split into groups, going to talk to other guests, to the bar to get a drink or like you to the dancefloor to – dance. Actually, you didn’t want to but Luna insisted to go there and out of those three options it was possibly the safest spot to be.

[22:13pm]

“Wanna dance?” Someone asked you and your shifted your gaze to Jin who stood next to you, expecting you to answer him

“Yes, why not.” You replied and he immediately took your hand and walked to the dancefloor. One of his hands found his way to your hip and the other held your right hand, while your left was placed on his broad shoulder and you slowly began to sway your bodies. You had to admit that you were terrible at classical dance, having classes years ago, therefore you felt awkward dancing like this but Jin’s understanding smile comforted you.

“I was really impressed when I heard you would help us.” He whispered in your ear after some time passed.

“Yeah…me, too.” You answered him, being as surprised as he is that you made that decision.

“Yoongi always described you as a really shy and cautious girl and it’s nice to know that you’re more than that. I mean back in Stockholm it was quite daring of you to go the boys apartment even though you didn’t know them. You are lucky that it was them.”

“I know. It was foolish but in that situation it was the best option and I somehow trusted Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung.”

“I see. Just be careful next time. If you’re Yoongi’s little sister then I will treat you the same and you should see me as an older brother as well – a very handsome one” He giggled, then smiled at you sincerely and you were thankful for his words.

[22:32pm]

“Do you mind if I take over?” Someone behind you tapped on your shoulder and you were shocked to see Jungkook, who was the one asking. Met with his typical bunny-smile you turned your head to Jin again, who loosened his hold on you and skillfully spanned you into the arms of the younger boy. Your nose being kissed by his familiar scent you were reminded again of what happened the day before and you immediately tensed up, caught by Jungkook.

“Are you uncomfortable?” His tone sounding concerned.

What should you say? You were relieved that whatever you may call it didn’t destroy your friendship with him and that he was still the same guy, who didn’t avoid you. That is what you appreciated. However, you knew that something almost happened and not talking over this made you feel on edge. Does he have feelings for you? Or was is just an impulse? Should you ignore it and pretend it never happened? More importantly – do you feel something for him?

You blankly stared into his eyes, trying to find the right words, without sounding like a complete idiot.

“Yesterday –“, You waited for a second to observe his reaction but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking so you decided to just continue. “uhm— I’m sorry that I ran away.”

“I guess I would do the same if I were you.“ He said with a light chuckle. “I was surprised of myself. I didn’t think I would actually go for it and do something I wanted to do for a long time.”

You gulped by his straightforward response.

“for a long time?” You whispered shyly.

“I didn’t have the guts to do it back then in Stockholm. But let’s discuss this another time, tonight might not be the right moment.”

What did he just say? He already wanted to kiss you in Stockholm. Your heart skipped a beat the moment those words left his mouth.

“Okay.” You hummed.

For a time none of the two of you exchanged any words, just slowly dancing to the music and peeking at the other every now and then. It was not until Jungkook pulled you closer to him after circling you elegantly, turning the mood intimate. Both of his hands placed on your waist, his light but firm grip making you heat up. You were close enough that you could feel his heartbeat pound and his breath tickling your left ear. And you gradually got those strange feelings for him. You started to see him as more than a friend.

As soon as you were aware of this your eyes wandered everywhere but Jungkook. Unable to figure out what to do with your thoughts, you nervously bit on your lips. What a bad idea that was, because once he took notice of it he softly grabbed your chin and lifted it so that you could gaze into his dark-brown eyes, darker than before.

“Don’t do that.” His low voice sounding intimidating. “I don’t know what I will do if you keep on doing that. “ Cheeks blushing, feeling hot and opening your mouth several times to say something but nothing came out, that was you – but the fact that Jungkook could see what he was doing to you made you want to sink into the ground.

“Want to drink something?” If you could you would face palm yourself by your question, this is not something what you would call smooth.

“Sure” Jungkook chuckled and let go of your chin.

[22:49pm]

After letting Luna know where you’re going, you and Jungkook walked to the bar to get a drink – and you needed it.

“You wish?” The bartender asked.

“Something strong.” You quickly answered.

“And you, sir?”

“Same as her.” He replied with a smirk, obviously amused by your choice.

The moment you could grab your glass you drank it as if it was water, leaving a burning feeling in your throat and you instantly regretted doing that.

“Okay, I shouldn’t have done that.” You said, as you had to recover from that quivering feeling it let you have. Jungkook just quietly observed you and chuckled.

“Don’t get drunk.”

“No need to worry. This will be my first and last drink for tonight. Promise.” You jokingly held your hand high as if you were swearing an oath.

“I hope you’ll keep it.” He then looked at his watch and you almost forgot why you were here. “It’s almost time. It’s 22:58.” That means you should start to look out for Jaebum, who you haven’t seen once on this gathering. You scanned the whole hall but didn’t see him, partly because even though you had high heels on you were unable to see through the crowd. You turned your head to Jungkook, who was looking for Jaebum as well, but he was as unsuccessful as you were.

“This won’t do. Let’s go to Luna. The more eyes the faster we will find him.” He swiftly took your hand, intertwined them and walked with you back to your best friend, who was lovingly dancing with Taehyung. You rolled your eyes. Such lovebirds. It was not easy task walking through a dancing crowd but you finally made it.

“Did you see Jaebum?” You whispered into her ear.

“No, but Tae saw him.”

You then watched Taehyung who seem to understand what you wanted. He let loose of Luna and motioned for you to wait a minute. In the meantime, you paved your way out of the dance floor to avoid disturbing the guests and unnecessarily gaining attention.

“I just checked and he and his gang are still sitting at a table— there,” He pointed to a corner on the other side of the hall.

There he was, holding a drink in his hand and sitting there arrogantly. The one who made everything complicated for you and you couldn’t help but getting annoyed just by seeing him.  You huffed.

[23:06pm]

“I believe it’s better we start going to our positions.” Jungkook said and you noticed that you were still holding hands with him.

“Yeah.” You replied, your voice leaving a trace of sadness.  

“See you later. You can do it.” He removed his hand slowly while staring apologetic in your eyes and went off together with Taehyung.

Enjoy. Hope you all like it and have a nice day!!🐼🌼