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yongtxt · 5 years ago

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hundred [johnny]

word count: 4.5k words

characters: boxer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: blood/wound/stitches mentions, johnny hates hospitals but he likes the pretty doctor, [im not a doctor nor a boxer pls dont say that i have info wrong because I Know]

author’s note: i know this isnt long to some of u but to me it is and i havent written this much for so long im so proud of myself for finishing this:( it isnt that good but this is the first long fic ive written in a while and shhsdjk also i needed to get this out of my system ive thought about this au since that jcc came out where johnny and hyuck was doing muay thai plssss (i couldnt find a better gif tho) ok this is getting too long / feedback is appreciated tysm

Johnny Suh hated hospitals with a burning passion.

It wasn't from a past trauma nor was he afraid of it, it wasn't that serious. He wasn't exactly sure what the cause of it really was. If he had to make a guess, it was probably from the accumulation of the little things, the insignificant factors people would usually dismiss but bothered him enough that it contributed to the big hatred he built for hospitals.

Maybe it was the distinct smell of hospitals, it reeked of death and old people. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the fluorescent-lit hallways, always gloomy and heavy. Maybe it was also the fact that the fees were so expensive and yet the food they provide tasted horrible, even the coffee was a hit or miss. The only upside he could think of was people get better in hospitals, but even that wasn't assured.

Despite how much Johnny despised hospitals, he always finds himself coming back. If he wanted to get better, he had no choice but to go. He would endure the gruesome process over and over again whether it be to treat his wounds or to stitch his cuts.

With his jaw littered with small bruises and his lips busted at the corner, he sat impatiently on the hospital bed as he waited for his doctor. He was fiddling with his fingers, knuckles bruised the same way his face was. He looked beaten up, he always did.

The clothes he wore contradicted the state he was in, they were fresh and laid back. He looked like a college student from the way he dressed. A delinquent more like, if one considered his cuts and bruises. Before heading to the hospital, he always makes it a point to shower and make himself appear presentable to the public. Although no one really bothers to take notice of his effort, only him.

The sliding door opened and Johnny's attention shot up from his phone, his gaze meeting with yours. Your head popped in, peaking through the small crack you made. Your eyes lit up in recognition as it always did whenever you see him.

"Youngho-ssi?" You spoke almost as if it was a question, voice barely above a whisper to make sure you were in the correct room, about to tend the correct patient.

Johnny didn't understand why you always did that, call out his name as if this was the first time you were seeing him. At that point, you've been already acquainted with him enough due to his numerous trips to the hospital. Either way, he nods every time.

You gave him a small smile, widening the door enough so you could enter. You wore a white lab coat, a name tag pinned to your chest and a stethoscope hung around your neck. You were small, although anyone compared to him was bound to be comparatively smaller – that wasn't the point, you looked young and that never fails to astound him every time you go through the door.

You had a clipboard in your hands, scanning through what he assumed to be his condition that a nurse had written earlier after a quick checkup and disinfection of his open wound. Your lips were formed on a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to stare at you with such amusement.

"You don't have to answer my question, Youngho-ssi, but why are you always here?" You finally broke the silence, startling him in the slightest. You never bothered to ask before, always just offering smiles and small talks while you did your work; maybe his sudden regularity of coming to the hospital recently made your curiosity peaked.

He couldn't blame you. Anybody would be curious why a 24-year-old man keeps coming back to the hospital with no clear explanation.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, he never liked saying his job. He said, "I box for a living."

"Ah, that makes sense!" Your eyes visibly glimmered, absentmindedly jotting down notes on his medical records. "My coworkers and I thought you were in a gang or something."

"I don't think I would be allowed to be here if I was." He chuckled, making you giggle as well.

"Seo Youngho, 24, minor lip laceration in need of immediate suture." You read of his data from the clipboard, almost comically. It was medical terms he was unfortunately already too familiar with, to him, it basically meant that he had a busted lip that needs to be sewed shut.

"You can just call me Johnny. Youngho sounds too formal to me." He said nonchalantly. You nodded your head to his simple request; it probably was best if you got to know him better since he frequented the hospital so much.

"Alright, Johnny. We'll start the process now, okay?"

With keen eyes, he watched you slip on a pair of surgical gloves. You grabbed a tissue from the metal tray that sat beside him and began folding it into squares. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he hated getting stitches or any form of medical treatments for that matter, but as morbid as it was, he thought of it as punishment for his recklessness in the ring.

"Isn't boxing just, I don't know, senseless violence?" You asked, tone dripping with pure innocence and unadulterated interest as you gently dabbed away the remaining dried blood the nurse failed to clean earlier.

"It's a sport, it's how I bring money to the table." He pursed his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that surged through his nerves. He visibly relaxed when you placed a hand onto his shoulder to reassure him.

Ever since the first time you got assigned to him, the first thing he took note of was the softness of your hands. You handled him as if he was fragile glass, despite how he easily towered over you. He felt pathetic as a 24-year-old but your gentle touches would greatly help put him at ease.

"I guess. I didn't mean to be rude." You were hesitant, Johnny could tell but he was glad you didn't push on any further. He couldn't handle explaining his occupation when you were about to pierce his skin. "Okay, Johnny, now that your lip is clean and the anesthesia had seeped in, we'll start. I think you know how it goes by now."

"Make it quick, please." He nodded, squinting his eyes shut at the mere contact of a surgical pen grazing over his gaped lips. You were relieved that his cut wasn't too big, you couldn't stomach the idea of putting him in too much pain for longer.

As you picked up the tweezers and string of nylon, you couldn't help but laugh at the six-foot boxer in front of you who was clearly petrified of getting stitches, "This will be done as soon as you know it. You won't really feel it because of the anesthesia, remember? Now count to a hundred backward for me."

Once the numb feeling of nylon dragged through his lips, he swore he saw white spots flicker in his vision. His eyes immediately watered and he tried his best not to squirm under your hold, beginning to count to a hundred backward like you had instructed him to. You admitted it to him the first time you stitched him that it was a trick that you learned from your pediatrician friend. Despite it being for children, it helped to get him distracted while you focused on your job.

Minutes felt like hours, Johnny had been fighting the urge to punch something, anything, to release tension and nerves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a peak and tried to take his attention away from what was currently happening on his lip. His gaze landed on your pretty eyes, how it was narrowed in focus and how your lashes perfectly framed it.

This wasn't the first time he'd observe you up close, there had been many occasions in the past that you had been too close for comfort in order to tend his wounds. It had been too many that it was almost as if he was close to memorizing your features. You were not only beautiful but you were also a smart and capable doctor.

Eventually, you finished and started to rub ointment on his sore lip — the finishing line.

"Try not to eat anything spicy or hard. You know the drill." You grinned at his suddenly pale features, ripping off your gloves as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room. "You're good to go. Be careful next time."

He let out a shaky breath, clearly still winded up from the procedure, "I'll try. Thanks again, doc."

The punching bag felt great against Johnny's fists. There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to the impact of leather slamming against his skin. He could last hours mindlessly pummeling the bag if his stamina just allowed him to.

Hyunsik, Johnny's manager and personal trainer, drew away from the punching bag he held in between his arms. He let out a breath and held out a hand to motion that Johnny has done enough.

Johnny was hurting, Hyunsik could see that much. The bandages he had wrapped for the boxer's fingers were turning into a shade of red that they were all too familiar with.

Hyunsik clicked his tongue, "You should've used your gloves."

"How can I grow stronger if I keep relying on them?" Johnny rolled his eyes. His muscles needed a boost and this seemed to be the only logical way to strengthen them — a little blood never hurt anybody.

"Someday you're gonna fracture your hand and you'll be forced out of the ring. Remember that." Hyunsik huffed, his voice stern. "Take them off, I'll clean the blood off."

Johnny reluctantly did as told, unfurling the bandages wrapped around his fingers. The pain was excruciating when the fabric grazed along his tender skin, he winced at the unsightly view of his reopened wounds.

Hyunsik led him back outside of the ring to the benches where the first aid kit was. He made the boxer sit down so he could start cleaning off his wounds. It looked horrific, more so than it usually did and he had no choice but to break the news to Johnny.

"It looks really bad. You need to go get that checked in the hospital and have it sewed back." Hyunsik said, taking a wet towel and carefully dabbing it across Johnny's bloodied knuckles.

He didn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital to have his wounds treated meant that Johnny would be medically required to take days off work to let his hand heal. Johnny frowned, "Don't you have an ointment or something that could help? I can't afford to lose a day of practice."

"Don't you think I know that?" Hyunsik rolled his eyes. "As your manager, I want you to be in top shape for your match next week, even if it means sacrificing a day or two for you to heal."

Johnny could only nod. He sat through Hyunsik's lecture on the changes he should make to his dietary plan and the exercises he should do during his temporary break. It infuriated him that he couldn't do anything about it but nod along.

The incoming match that was set next week would make or break his career as an underground boxer. He didn't have the option of missing it because of some measly reopened wounds. If he had to rest to get better, he had no choice but to suck it up. This was his fault anyway for pushing himself too much.

Johnny showered in the locker rooms and changed into nicer clothes that didn't reek of blood and sweat. His hands were stinging but he shook it off.

He ignored the concerned looks other boxers were giving him and begrudgingly made his way to the hospital to get himself checked in. You wouldn't be happy to see him all bloodied again, he thought.

Much to Johnny's surprise, it wasn't you who was assigned to him. It was a much older doctor with graying hair and a nose stuck too far up in the air. She was rude and condescending, her lack of politeness to her patients was quite appalling. If Johnny wasn't in such a bad mood, he might've complained already.

God, this day couldn't get any worse.

With a meek voice, Johnny asked where you were and at the mention of your name, his doctor gave him a narrowed look. She sneered, "She's handling much more important cases. Does she know you?"

"I think so." Johnny gulped, unsure of the answer himself.

The doctor's grip was tight and she was hasty. It was as if she was trying to speed through the process to just get it over with. Johnny wanted to cry because he was starting to get traumatized by this doctor's procedure, he didn't want to hate the hospital more than he already did.

He internally screamed for your name as he watched the doctor pull on the gloves. The sliding door harshly whipped open and there you were in all your glory, like an angel sent from above to save him from the devil incarnate who was about to pierce his skin.

You were panting and the sheen on your forehead made it obvious that you ran your way to his room. Johnny's heart leaped with glee.

"Unnie, I'll handle him." You said, unable to catch your breath as you made your way inside. "I think the ER needs you more than me."

The doctor seemed hesitant at first but you tried to convince her otherwise. She eventually agreed and left you with Johnny who had a cheesy smile on his face the entire time since you've arrived.

"So Johnny, what happened this time?" You asked, picking up the clipboard that sat next to him on the bed.

"I overdid the punching during training and it reopened some old wounds on my knuckles. It hurts like a bitch."

You pulled a face, "That's a bit intense."

He chuckled, "It's normal."

"Can I please see it?" You opened your palm so he could place his hand on yours. You observed his cuts and the scabs that were beginning to form around it, it was too deep to let it heal on its own so you made the verdict that he needed to get it sewed back together ⁠— as unfortunate as it was since he was a boxer and he needed his hands to box.

You tugged on a new pair of gloves and began the painful procedure, Johnny started counting down even without you instructing him to. You quickly got to work and stitched back his wounds with your lip in between your teeth

Johnny felt squeamish, he could never get used to the feeling of stitches. His eyes were glued shut and he mumbled numbers like it was mantra.

Once you were done, you smiled fondly at your work. You managed to get by with fewer stitches and you felt pride swell up in your chest. Johnny noticed and, as lightheaded as he was, couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're pretty good."

"At stitching?"

Johnny nodded with his cheeks flushed, he made a mental reminder to smack himself in the head later for such a crude comment. You probably thought he was an idiot now.

"I sure hope so." You chuckled, making him blush even deeper if that was even possible. "It's part of my job."

Johnny shook his head in embarrassment, his dark hair bouncing from how vigorously he did it. He mumbled, "That sounded really lame and not smooth, I'm sorry. Please forget I opened my mouth."

You could only chuckle as you apply the ointment around his knuckles. He wanted the ground to open up and just swallow him whole.

"Please let this heal completely, Johnny. Don't apply any strain on your injuries for a couple of days and refrain yourself from carrying anything heavy so that the stitches won't rip." You said, carefully placing down his hand back on his knee. You were gentle as ever, Johnny swooned. "Absolutely no punching for a while."

"I have an important match at the end of next week. Is there any way to speed up the healing process?" Johnny asked, his eyes were almost pleading at you and you blinked at him in surprise.

"Apart from what I just said, there's really nothing else you could do." You pursed your lips, watching his expression visibly deflate. "If you want to have even a sliver of a chance at winning your match, I suggest you do as I say. Your stitches won't take too long to heal, I promise."

If Hyunsik was there with him, he would've probably already scolded him but the point would be the same. He had always prioritized Johnny's health above winning.

"Okay, doc. I'll do my best." Johnny said, defeated.

"You know, I always see the aftermath of your matches and your training. I want to see you in the ring next time when you're not bloody and beaten up yet." You smiled at him and you swore that all the color that was previously drained from Johnny's face came rushing back. "If it's okay."

"Are you serious?" Johnny asked, almost dumbfounded. Did the pretty doctor he'd been crushing on for months really just asked if she could watch his match?

You nodded with the same hue of red now tainting your cheeks.

"O-Of course! It's on Saturday next week! Please come and cheer me on!" Like a little kid, he excitedly rambled on about the details about the upcoming match and you nodded with the same enthusiast as you wrapped bandages around his hands.

You weren't from his world so everything he said sounded foreign to you. The terms he said, the infamy of his opponents, the prominence of it all — you were eager to learn it if it meant seeing him this happy.

You've always known that he hated hospitals. It was clear from the way he acted during your first meeting. He was stiff and tense, the body language he exuded just screamed that he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. As he visited the hospital more and more, you noticed the hatred never faltered. He only became better at hiding it from you.

To see him so relaxed and carefree within the four walls he hated with all his being, it was a breath of fresh air and the feeling you had in your chest grew stronger.

"You're good to go. I promise to see you in your match." You were jotting some last-minute details on the clipboard and you missed the way Johnny kept grinning like an idiot. "As much as I love seeing you here, I hate that you keep getting yourself injured. Keep out of trouble for me, Johnny."

You left the room without letting Johnny say another word.

Fuck, Johnny realized he hadn't asked for your number.

Johnny's match started in ten minutes. His heart was pounding in his ears, he almost couldn't hear what Hyunsik was shouting to him.

The underground stadium was filled to the brim with people, he felt more nervous than he did during his first boxing match. A lot was at stake for this win, he needed the belt. He was desperate for it.

"Johnny, are you listening to me?" Hyunsik raised his voice, aggressively slapping Johnny's cheeks together in his hands so he could focus on him. The boxer's mind was fleeting and it was his job to pull him back to reality now.

He hadn't seen you since last week and as much as he wanted to go back to the hospital to see you, he refused to badly hurt himself in the days that led up to the match. Johnny scanned the crowd for your face but he couldn't see it. You weren't there.

At the lack of your turnout, he failed to mask his disappointment. Hyunsik let out an aggravated groan and pulled the boxer on his feet to berate him further.

"Johnny, please for the love of all things holy, look me in the eye."

"I'm sorry. I'm okay now. I'm listening."

"Good because your match is starting soon and I need you to win this. All your hardships and sacrifices boils down to this match, you hear me?" Hyunsik bellowed, trying his best to keep his voice louder than the cries and chants of the audience. "Show them what Johnny Suh is capable of!"

Johnny nodded fervently, forcing himself into a state of serenity of peacefulness. He let out heavy breaths to even out his breathing as his team surrounded him, prepping him for what was about to come.

Hyunsik raised his hand at Johnny. He had five minutes left until his match started and he wasn't calming down.

"Can I please have some water?" Johnny asked and his medic stumbled on his feet to fetch him a bottle from the nearby cooler. He couldn't help but let out a shaky chuckle, his team seemed tenser than he was.

He downed the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. His hand was shaky. Goddammit, why was he so nervous?

At the corner of his eye, he saw Hyunsik making his way over to the barricade that separated his corner to the rest of the stadium. He arched his neck in a way that would let him take a peek what was so important that Hyunsik had to leave his side when the match was starting in a few minutes.

It seemed like Hyunsik was trying to stop a girl who was forcing her way in through the barricade. His stomach lurched at the sight of her familiar face.

As if he was acting purely on instinct, Johnny shot up from his seat and ran towards you. Hyunsik held up his arm to stop him from going any closer to you. You could've been a deranged fan, for all Hyunsik knows.

"Johnny-"

"I know her."

Hyunsik was startled at his response and started to profusely apologize to you. You looked nothing but smug and Johnny let out a breathy laugh that helped unravel the knots in his stomach. The boxer quietly motioned for him to take his leave and Hyunsik hesitantly did as told only after tapping his wrist as a sign that time was ticking.

You bowed at him apologetically, "I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this damn patient-"

"It's okay. You're here now." He cut you off, a cheesy smile on his face. You easily reciprocated it back.

"I just came down here to wish you good luck." You said with the usual confidence in your tone gone and now replaced with a sudden timidness and bashfulness. "Not like you need it or anything."

"Where are you sitting?" Johnny asked, noticing that you were struggling to keep your attention on his eyes. He peered down and realized that he didn't have a shirt on, he chuckled.

You pointed near the walls of the stadium and he strained his vision to see so far away. He pursed his lips and let out a noise of discontent. You said that it was the only seats available because you were so late.

"Why don't you sit here with them? They wouldn't mind." Johnny said, jutting his thumb over to his team who was furtively watching his interaction.

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. I want you to see me win up close."

You blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Johnny grinned at his successful attempt at a flirt. Was it even a flirt or was it an ego stroke? Either way, it didn't matter because you were smiling at him. You were easing his nerves and you didn't even know.

"I got out of my shift early so I wouldn't be in the hospital later to stitch you up." You teased, softly prodding his shoulder blade.

Johnny playfully puffed out his chest, "I don't plan on getting too injured today, I wanna look cool in front of you."

"Whatever you say, Johnny."

"But I'm nervous. I'm actually really nervous today." Johnny mumbled as if he didn't want anyone else in on your conversation, gone all traces of his cockiness as his heart thudded erratically against his chest when he heard Hyunsik's call of the last minute until he has to go inside the ring.

You gingerly reached for his taped hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Just count back from a hundred like I always tell you to. You'll do fine."

"Wait for me after the match, okay?" And so you did.

Counting down the numbers, Johnny clambered inside the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Being in the medical field meant that you were against all forms of violence so you couldn't really watch the entirety of the match without feeling sick to your stomach. Johnny didn't care, he was just happy that you kept your promise and was cheering him on.

It was hectic and everything was happening all at once. It was loud and everybody was screaming. This wasn't your world, it was Johnny's and your heart fluttered at the thought that he was willing to let you in it.

Eventually, the match ended in Johnny's favor and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up in the air. You had the biggest smile on your face, similar to Johnny's who now had a shiny belt slung over his shoulder. All his hard work and all his trips to the hospital paid off.

"Congrats on your win!" You exclaimed, placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself.

"I wanted you to see me get the belt." He admittedly sheepishly, reaching out to hold your wrists in his bruised hands.

"Aren't you hurt in any way? We can drop by the hospital if you want." You asked, checking to see if he had any major injuries but true to his word, Johnny was inflicted little to no injuries during the match, exclude the few bruises on his jaw and a busted lip

"Actually, I'd rather we get some coffee instead." Johnny said, the small smile on his lips making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't date my patients." You smirked at Johnny's crestfallen expression, softly shoving his side to make it known that you were only joking.

Johnny pulled a face, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding once he realized your joke. He played along, "I think you can make me an exception, I don't usually invite people to my matches."

"So this is about getting even, huh?" You were teasing him and now your faces were merely inches apart but before Johnny could even think of leaning in, you spun around and grabbed his hand once more. "C'mon then, my treat!"

Johnny let out a laugh. A boxer and a doctor, who would've thought?

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floatinginwords · 4 years ago

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Saved by the Devil (12/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: One week before Epsom you or tommy can get your minds off one another

Paring: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (romantic)

A/N: sorry it took so long for me to post this chapter. this semester is just killing me. i really hate online school dude. oh and fair warning i did not proof read this so there might be mistakes please be forgiving towards them. Hope you enjoy and have a fantastic night.

One week before Epsom. A lot was going through your head as time seem to go faster and faster. Tommy hadn’t called you or seen you since you were last in Birmingham.

‘Probably busy with May’ you thought to yourself. You rolled your eyes as you recount her giggles and flirtatious behavior.

“What was that?” Trinity asks. You almost forgot she was in the same room as you. You almost forgot you were in her house. Giving her the last of what you needed for when you were ready to runaway from the country.

“Sorry, just thinking.” You say, going back to sipping your tea.

“Okay, is there anything else I need to worry about or hide for you.”

“Well hopefully I wont need to have so many fake ids, and I can get a legitimate one.” You say sighing.

“Hows that going?”

“Its going.” You say, though you weren’t really sure if helping Thomas Shelby ensured you for what you wanted. Its why you had a backup plan. You always did.

“When are you leaving, (Y/n)?” Trinty asks.

“next Friday hopefully.”

Trinitys eyes almost pop out of their socket. “That soon?!”

You nod. Right after Epsom you were gone. You needed to make quick moves and this one seemed the quickest and smartest. You were starting to recognize faces on trains and buses. Men were following you. You didn’t know who these men were and why they casually followed you places but it helped you make an important decision that it was time to leave. And soon.

“What are you gonna do about Thomas Shelby?”

“What about him?”

She wiggles her eyebrows at you.

“No.” You say.

“oh cmon, you want him a little bit at least.”

“Not even.” You lie.

“Oh cmon he calls you and you rush to him like a puppy and vice versa. Ada told me that when she called him when you were missing he dropped everything to help you, even rushed over himself.” She says

“Trinity please drop it. Hes just someone good to have around.”

“Yea he is.” She says suggestively.

“No.” You say but the two of you end up giggling at Trinity’s antics as you enjoy the rest of your afternoon.

Thomas Shelby stares across at the empty seat that not too long ago held a sitting Grace. It felt like years since he had seen her. And he thought that the same emotions from before, from every other time he saw her would brew back up and he’d be in love with her again. But as she talked about America and her new husband all he could see was the woman who betrayed him and his family. She left, nothing happened between them, though it easily could have. He sits and thinks about the woman in his life. He thinks about Greta how he held her hand as he died, Grace the way she had made him smile for the first time in years and then broke hi heart as if it was the first time ever, May who was charming but he knew he would never talk to her after (seeing as he was only using her). And there was you. No amount of words can describe you accurately. They wouldn’t do you justice. Tommy smiles as he recalls the last time he saw you. The flustered look as he said the word ‘date’ as you left the pub. Polly had demanded answers on what he was doing with you. Which he calmly replied, “Business pol, don’t worry about it.” He saw the tension between the two of you when he had walked in. He knew that polly would grow to love and trust you the more she got to know you. You were just that type of person.

Without thinking he picks up the phone, calling adas house. Lucky for him, its you that picks up.

“hello?”

“(Y/n).”

“Mr.Shelby. Are you calling for Ada?”

“No, I was calling for you. How do you feel about Charlie Chaplin?”

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It was only two hours ago when you had gotten back from Trinitys when the phone rang in you and Adas shared house. You picked up naturally not expecting to hear the sweet deep voice of Thomas Shelby. He had invited you out, which you accepted without thinking. He had picked you up in a car after telling you to dress nice which you did finding a dress you never worn. It was a lovely shade of green. A pity for it to go waste.

You kept telling yourself its just business as you applied a bit of lipstick to your lips. Its just business you think as you rush down the stairs when you see his car pull up in front. Its just business you think as you open the door and see him standing there looking amazing.

“You look exquisite.” He says And a thought sneaks up through the cracks of your mind, ‘its not just business.’

When the two of you arrive at the party, the two of you have a grand time as you mingle with famous people and eat little appetizers on plates. You ignore the drinks and the bar not wanting to get drunk.

“Would you care for a dance?” He asks you. The two of you were sat at a table when a slow song comes on and all the couples rush to the floor.

“I’m afraid to say that I’m not much of a dancer.” You say embarrassed by your lack of skill.

“Im sure we can remedy that with some practice.” He smiles, taking your hand and leading you away. And you cant help but follow entranced by the way he guides you and holds you gently. The music is lovely and awfully romantic. You look everywhere else but his eyes. Knowing that you’d just end up lost within them. You watch the couples dancing, wondering which ones were in love or not. You stumble a bit as you attempt to not step on his toes. You do a good job at following his lead although you’re incredibly stiff.

“Hey, are you okay?” Thomas voice breaks you from your thoughts. You lock eyes a time seems to stop. For a moment you think he’s gonna kiss you.

He continues speaking, “C’mon lets get out of here.”

The two of you head back to tommys, the silence comfortable. Though you didn’t have anything to drink, you feel drunk off his presence. You wish now that you have talked to Trinity or Ada about your conflicting feelings because at this moment as you sit down again on his couch you had no idea how to act.

“So Epsom…are you ready?” He says

“As ready as ill ever be.”

“You’ll be there right?”

“Of course. I said I would.”

Another smile falls on to his face as he moves to his vinyl, playing a record that was on it. He holds hi hand out again like at the party.

“What are you doing?” You ask

“Asking to dance, do you not want the practice.”

You smirk and grab his hand. He pulls you in closer than before. His hand resting on your hip and his other hand intertwined with your hand. Again you try to look away from him but then fingers guide your chin to his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He says.

And you do. And for a moment you feel this gravitational pull. You see him lean forward; you close your eyes. And then…

RING the phone rings terribly through the apartment,

“Fuck,” he mutters the edge of his lips barely brushing over yours, he leans back, “stay right here.” He leaves to pick up the phone.

You take a deep shaky breath as he leave you standing by yourself. You hear him pick up the phone and quietly talk into the receiver end of it. You sit down on the couch replaying what just happened in your head. Your heart beats fast against your skin and you know no doubt that your flustered as can be. You sit to catch your breath and hopefully steady your beating heart.

Two small knocks on the door. You think to get Tommy but he sounds aggravated you decide to not bother him. You open the door yourself revealing a beautiful blond woman. You blink confused of what she could want, she looks at you equally confused.

“Hi is tommy here,” her Irish accent is clear as day, “You know what never mind that I just need to get something real quick.”

She pushes pass you and goes immediately to the couch digging her hand through the cushions. She pulls out a ring and sighs in relief.

“Imagine going home without this.” She says to you.

“Im sorry I-“ You finally find the words to speak but she interrupts you.

“Its okay he probably didn’t tell you. Im grace. I was here a couple hours ago. he’s always been one to move on fast.” She says with a tone of disapproval as she looks up and down at you.

“Did you meet Chaplin? Hes one of my favorite actors.” Grace continues.

You feel scrutinized under her gaze. She walks past you with a smile. She knows her words cut you deep even if you don’t show it.

“Tell Tommy I said bye. Enjoy your time.” And then she’s gone.

You stand in the same spot by the door. You finally met grace. The one he was with a year ago. The one he named his horse after, the one he kept unopened letters, the one he didn’t like talking about. She was here and she was beautiful. Were you just a second choice for him? And easy get since he couldn’t have what he wanted?

“(y/n) why are you standing by the door?” you hear tommys voice from behind you.

“I think I should go home,” Before he can ask why, you answer that question, “Grace came by.”

“(y/n)..”

“No this is good before we do something stupid, right?” You say trying to laugh it off, though on the inside your hurting.

“Lets talk about this..”

“Mr. Shelby we’re both drunk and not thinking clearly”

“You haven’t been drinking all night and I’m as sober as I’ve ever been.”

You shake your head, “Why did you bring me out tonight? Was it cause she said no?”

“I-I” For the first time Thomas Shelby was at a loss for words.

You sigh, “Ill see you at Epsom, Mr.Shelby”

And then you left.

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 4 years ago

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Desire

A/N: SMUT ON THE BRAIN, I REPEAT SMUT ON THE BRAIN.

Angel Reyes x Reader

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1705k

Language: Smut, mention of blow-job, language, SMUT

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Y/N leaned dangerously lower finding herself eye level with none other than Angel and the guys. She smirked; “You have five minutes to meet me in the storage closet Angel Reyes or I’m starting without you.” Y/N whispered licking the shell of his ear seductively. “And I don’t like waiting…”

Her converse shoes squeaked ever so slightly against the wood floors beneath them as he ogled her ass swaying farther from his reach. Her form fitting shirt was leaving little to his active imagination. Her denim cutoffs taunted him with the simple sway of her luscious hips. She was a fucking deity and Y/N knew he was eating out of the palm of her enticing hand.

Under his breath, Angel finally exhaled the compressed air lodged in his chest; “Fuck.” Popping the ‘k’ overtly. It wasn’t until Coco coughed attempting to clear away any residual sexual tension that Angel peeled his stare from Y/N looking around the table innocently.

“Yo, I say this with mad love but if you don’t leave this table to fuck her, I will homie.” Gilly and Riz laughed wholeheartedly alongside Coco. The fire in Angel’s orbs blared to life, anger gripping ahold of him. His fist clenched ripping one of his cards clean down the middle trying to refocus his pent-up frustration.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours, man. Anyone who dares to touch Y/N nonetheless solicit my girl will definitely be meeting me in the fucking ring. Got it, hermano?”

Coco cheeks blushingly glowed chuckling at his best friend. They were in the middle of a poker game and Y/N knew to not bother him during these times. But, looks like Y/N didn’t want to play fair tonight and he’d have to remind of the rules. Angel licked his wet lips as saliva pooled within him.

“I only do it because you’re so easy to get a reaction out of…probably why Y/N loves seeing that pissed look on your face. Bitch knows how to play the damn game; I’ll give her that.”

He threw his cards down to the table signaling his defeat; “Boys, I gotta girl that needs tendin to. Don’t come searching for us.” Angel raised his left eyebrow wiggling it to the best of his ability. His boots scuttled as the chair legs screeched backwards. Angel leisurely rose from his seat chugging the rest of his whiskey. The liquor was bitter, malty, and burned in all the right places. With his nerves afire and his belly ablaze, Angel sought out the one thing that could calm and simultaneously bait him.

The rumblings of his brothers didn’t jog past him as he walked towards the empty storage room. The soft voice of Gilly made its way to him; “Fucking Reyes and Y/N. How the hell did he score her again?” Coco chimed in; “Cabrón con suerte.”

Ez watched from the bar top inspecting his brother’s hungry glare scouring the room for Y/N. To say he was jealous wouldn’t be his choice of words but there was something about his best friend and brother boning that provided a weird energy of comfort.

“Avert your gaze, Prospect. That’s an order.” Angel raised his hand saluting him breaking into a fit of laughter. Ez merely nodded focusing his attention back to demeaning cleaning chores and collecting miscellaneous bottles. The older Reyes walked through the door in search of the hidden room approaching on his left. He so enjoyed these games especially when it included Y/N.

“Oh sweetheart, where ya hiding? Papi is getting impatient.” His questioning tone vibrated off the bare walls as Angel observed the nooks and crannies surrounding him.

“Querida, you’re being a damn tease…”

Out of the blue, Angel heard the teasing tone of his girlfriend; “Marco….”

“So, you want to play games, Y/N? Bring it on darling. Polo.”

His ears perked up as his arm hairs stood straight looking for identifiable clues. Angel whipped around hearing a broom clash against the cold concrete. Y/N shuffled covering her mouth in hopes of keeping her laughs muffled. Her heart was practically beating outside of her rib cage as his signature cologne invaded her nostrils. Ever so quietly, Angel instinctively sauntered obscenely silent towards a corner of the abandoned room.

Angel was swift on his feet jumping around the corner scaring the living shit out of Y/N; “Gotcha!”

Y/N jumped as Angel watched her eyes bulge in momentary fear; “Shit, Angel! Well, looks like you found me. Now time to claim your prize?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” Angel’s grip on her smooth hips tightened gluing her between the wall and his frame. Y/N huffed pressing her breasts firmly against him in retaliation.

“Well now that I’ve got you exactly where I want you…what are you gonna do with me?” Angel nipped at her exposed cleavage moaning loudly.

“Jesus Angel. You’re driving me crazy.” With little vigor, Y/N’s hands shoved him giving her a sliver of distance. Grabbing by the collar of his pristine shirt, she pressed him into her former place. Immediately, Y/N reached for the bulky belt buckle currently blockading her path, pulling hard admiring it slipped through the loops. She kept one hand securely on his chest as the other dropped the offensive item to the ground.

“You’ve been very naughty Angel. I’m here to deliver your penance.” Her flirtatious manner was beginning to get the best of her, her patience was truly being tested. She sunk down to her knees staring up at his bashful brown eyes and quivering Adam’s apple. Contemplating every sinful thought riddling his thoughts Angel tried to find the words garbled in his throat.

Her hands moved faster than his brain undoing the button of his jeans before Angel was graced with the delicious sound of a zipper lowering. A minor tug of his pants revealed his striped boxers as Y/N slipped beneath the pesky layer. Her doe eyes gawked towards him in a demanding yet submissive approach.

“Looks like you’re in for a treat, Reyes…Of course if you’re not interested, I bet I could find---”

“No more fucking around baby.” Y/N bobbed in innocent agreement; “As you wish.”

She enveloped his hard cock stroking him the entire length, squeezing just enough at the tip as a groan slipped from him. “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve missed you.”

Y/N continued her perfected movements fondling his dick faster causing his breath to hitch.

“Damnit, baby! What’re you doin—?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Angel was engulfed in her heat, the warmth of her flawless mouth. Y/N sucked harder compelling Angel’s head knocking the white wall holding him.

“You are too good at that. Too fucking good.”

Drool oozed from the corner of her salacious mouth as Y/N hummed forcing the vibrations to take Angel to the next level of pleasure. She sucked him off like her life depended on it. He was a half second away from losing it when she deep throated him to her limit. The suction noise was enough to turn him on enormously, but watching his girl go full force was about to make him lose his load. Pre-cum leaked down her chin before Y/N made quick work of licking it away, tidying up her mess.

She proceeded to remove herself, popping her lips loudly in effect; “Mm hmm, two minutes and you’re a goner.”

Angel was stunned into submission at the attractive girl on her knees and it turned him on to no surmountable end. He guided her back to where he craved her most cleverly placing his hand on the back of her head. He hated controlling her mannerisms but strictly stayed in place for future guidance. Angel added the smallest of pressure as more of his length guided down her throat. So warm and welcoming, Angel had to think of literally anything else to stop himself from cumming. The lustful look, her hands locked behind his buttocks, it was all too much for a simple Mayan to take in.

“Ahh, ahh shit. If you get doin that, I’m gonna explode.”

So, Y/N kicked into overdrive taking him as deep as her body would allow. She loved watching his eyes roll into the back of his head and the part of his lips waiting to cry out. So close, Y/N knew he was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm so she initiated into full force.

The squelching noises coming from Y/N sent Angel overboard. Y/N sloppily slurped vying with every energetic thrust. The ache within him involuntarily released driving Angel to cum ferociously into Y/N’s sweet, hot mouth. Ribbons of cum filtrated the back of her throat welcomingly.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ was the only explicit word in Angel’s mind as lustful chaos stormed throughout his body. Hot cum simmered down her throat as she so freely swallowed every gulp with dignified pleasure. She moaned around his length allowing his orgasm to linger. Angel lovingly held her in place as she sucked every last drop from the tip of his cock.

“God damn. God damn woman.”

Y/N’s fingers edged along the corners making sure to clean up any remnants remaining surveying Angel candidly. Y/N removed herself from the floor tucking him gently back into the folds of his boxers as his body turned to gelatin.

“You taste sweet. A hint of strawberry and pineapple?” Her devious tone enticed him wanting to bend her over and make her scream. But they’d been preoccupied for longer than anticipated. Angel knew he couldn’t fuck her quite yet but the night was young and the devilish grin on Y/N’s face told him he was in for a night of fucking and love making.

“Babe, that was fucking mind-blowing.” Angel cupped her cheeks kissing her excitedly. His cock twitched wishing to be buried inside Y/N but he knew better.

“Damnit, one hour and we’re out of here. Got it?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Reyes. I’m in dire need of an orgasm or two especially with my sexy as fuck Mayan to ride reverse cowgirl.”

“You have to idea what you’re askin for….”

Winking in Angel’s direction, Y/N knew precisely what she desired; “One hour or I’m starting without you.”

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years ago

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Stircrazy (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Stircrazy Rating: PG-13 Length: 2300 Warnings: Angst Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set November 1991. Summary: Javier grapples with his feelings after Reader was shot.

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Javier couldn’t remember a span of time in the past five years where he hadn’t looked up from his desk and seen her sitting across from him.

He knew where she was — logically, he knew she had been in the hospital and now she was home resting. All her shit was still on her desk, right where she’d left it that grim day. He knew she’d be back, but it still didn’t sit well with him to see an empty desk.

She could’ve died. There was so much fucking blood and she had looked so frail laying there, bleeding out on the blacktop.

He’d seen death. He’d caused death.

Javier wasn’t certain he could’ve coped with her death. If her desk was vacant because she was gone. He’d tear the whole fucking drug industry apart with his bare hands.

It shouldn’t have gotten to him as much as it had. Steve was worried, like any friend would be, but Javier was devastated.

And clearly it was obvious that he was fucked up, because he’d already had to sit through half a dozen meetings with the director. They could tell he was off his game. Wouldn’t anyone be if they’d seen their partner almost die?

At least he tried to convince himself that he’d feel this same way if it had been Steve instead of her.

The second the clock struck five, Javier was on his feet and pulling his leather jacket one.

“Hot date?” Steve questioned, tucking his pencil behind his ear as he looked up from the report he was combing through.

“Nah,” He shook his head, keeping his face as neutral as possible as he met Steve’s gaze. “It’s been a couple days and I thought I’d swing by and check out—“ He nodded his head towards her desk.

Steve’s brows rose upwards, “You know, Connie asked me to check in on her today. These files can wait until Monday.” He stood up and tossed the pencil back on his desk, grabbing his own jacket. “I’ll come with you.”

Javier tried to mask his disappointment — because there shouldn’t have been any. This weird feeling he felt for her wasn’t a welcome one. But seeing her like that had uncorked the bottle of emotions he felt and he didn’t know how to stuff it all back in.

He cared about her and he knew it went beyond the lines of friendship. If Steve hadn’t shown up when he did that day — he might’ve confessed his stupid fucking infatuation, right there as she bleed out in his arms.

But he was the same fucking idiot who hadn’t called her in three days. He’d been there when she got discharged and then—

“You good Peña?”

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah.”

The ride over to her apartment was unnecessarily tense. Useless chit chat about work, the bullshit meetings with the director, and where Javier was headed after they left her apartment.

In the stupid scenario he’d come up with that morning, he’d pictured himself unwinding with her on the sofa, watching telenovelas and… nope. He wasn’t going to let himself go down that path.

Whatever he felt was just his brain over-compensating from the shock of it all. There was no them, beyond being friends and partners.

It wasn’t like she’d called him over the past three days. It clearly wasn’t like that for her.

Steve leaned against the wall beside her apartment door, while Javier knocked at it. It took her a minute, maybe two before she answered — and the look on her face made it worth it.

“You asshole!” She shouted with a laugh as she swung the door open. “You gave me a fucking heart attack.” She hobbled forward without hesitation and threw her arms around him.

Javier curled an arm around her, running his hand up and down the length of her back. “Hey hobble horse.” He murmured warmly, inhaling deeply as he savored the moment.

“Oh, fuck you.” She laughed, punching him in the arm.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better now,” She said as she pulled back, grinning at him. “Much better now.”

Steve cleared his throat and she whipped around, “Steve!”

“Look at you up and around.”

She pulled away from Javier and moved to give Steve a quick hug too. It didn’t linger the way theirs had. And he hated himself for even comparing the two.

“I’m so glad you assholes finally decided to come visit me.” She remarked, looking towards Javier then. “I fucking miss work.”

Javier chuckled, “If I’d known you were missing work that badly, I would’ve brought you a stack of paperwork to sort through.” His brows rose upwards as he spotted the gun she had tucked into her waistband. “Expecting a different type of company?”

She bit down on your bottom lip, nodding your head towards the apartment. “Come in, we can talk.” She looked towards Steve, “Both of you. Please come in.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t think you were gonna leave me out here in the hall,” Steve offered with a good natured laugh, following them into her apartment.

“Sorry it’s a mess,” She made a face, gesturing around the apartment m. “I haven’t really been up for cleaning and shit.” She grabbed up two empty beer bottles, hobbling into the kitchen to throw them away.

“You know you’re not supposed to be drinking with the meds you got sent home with.” Steve cautioned, hands on his hips as she returned from the kitchen. “Am I going to have to tell Connie?”

Javier tensed as her gaze darted towards him warily. She was chewing on her bottom lip, trying to look unaffected as she hobbled over to the sofa, flopping down and propping her leg up on the coffee table. “The Percocet makes me feel like shit, I’m not taking it.”

“Popping ibuprofen instead?”

“Steve.” Javier warned — he didn’t know about her past, not the way he did.

She shrugged casually, shutting the TV off. “Ibuprofen does the trick.” She rubbed her hands together as she looked between the two men. “So, what compelled the two of you to swing by? On your way out for a drink and wanting to rub it in?”

Steve scratched at the back of his neck. “Javier mentioned that he’d be coming by after work so I thought I’d tag-along.”

“Oh,” She nodded, looking at Javier as he perched himself on the arm of the sofa. His teeth were clenched together so tightly, he could feel the way his muscle ticked under the pressure. “I thought he’d lost my number after I got discharged.”

“Ha. Ha.” Javier snorted, shaking his head as he drummed his fingers against the arm rest. “It’s been fucking hell at work.”

“He’s had about four-dozen meetings in regards to the shooting,” Steve admitted, sinking down into the armchair across from them. “You should be glad you’re out for the time being. You’ll get to avoid all that bullshit.”

“I’ve had two calls with the director,” She revealed with another shrug. “And I’ve got to go through a psych eval before I’m even allowed back in the field.”

“Shit.” Javier’s head snapped to look at her, his brows drawn together. “When do you think you’ll be back?”

“After the new year probably,” She chewed on her bottom lip. “They, uh… I don’t think they want me back until I’m fully healed.”

Steve whistled, “Damn.”

Javier was still staring at her, “Two months? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Unfortunately, I’m not joking.” She sank back against the sofa, rubbing at her thigh just above where the wraps were. “I’m gonna go fucking stircrazy.”

“If you took your pain pills, it would help.” Steve pointed out and Javier shot him another look.

She nodded slowly, “I’ll get right on that.”

Javier cleared his throat, “So what have you been doing to keep from losing it?”

“Sleeping until ten, watching novellas, and I’m thinking about trying a new cookie recipe every day.” She laughed quietly, “I’ve already lost it.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, “Well, stircrazy looks good on you.”

“I’m flattered.” She retorted, gesturing to her hair. “I call this the rat’s nest. I haven’t showered since I got out.”

“Why not?” Javier questioned.

“I’m not supposed to get the wrappings wet and I haven’t had it in me to do a kitchen sink hair wash yet.” She made a face, “Should’ve warned you before you hugged me.”

He shook his head, lowering his gaze to the floor, “It’s all good, baby. I think you get a free pass.” Javier was hyper aware of the fact that Steve was staring at him. “I’m just glad you’re up and moving.”

“Yeah, well… I want back in the office sooner rather than later.” She grabbed the remote again. “You wanna watch something?” She looked towards Steve then, “We can work on your language skills.”

Steve shook his head, “I've gotta get home to Connie.”

“Right.” She nodded.

“And Javier and I came in the same car,” He gave him a look, an unspoken warning.

Steve had a point. Even if it wasn’t ever verbalized.

This was a dangerous game and he wasn’t about to go down that path.

“So you did come here to rub in the fact that I can’t go out,” She snapped her fingers. “Aren’t you both real friends.”

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek and looked away, “Sometimes plans change.”

It was probably for the best that Steve had decided to tag along — otherwise, Javier had a feeling he would’ve been tempted to take advantage of the situation. To use that strange bond that was formed after a near-death experience. He had wants that were solely centered around her and he had to let them go.

He scratched at his cheek, tilting his head to look at her then, “I didn’t tell you where I was gonna go after. I’m not rubbing anything in.”

She hummed skeptically, “Yeah, whatever.”

“I think Connie’s planning to bring by a casserole tomorrow.”

“Ohh. Well, maybe the three of you could come over tomorrow and we can have dinner together or early lunch.”

Javier rubbed his thumb over the crease between his brows, sighing heavily. “Yeah, maybe. I might have plans.”

“Alright, then Steve and Connie can just come over.” She corrected with a slight edge to her voice that made something wither and die within him.

Goddammit. He should’ve just fucking called. Then he wouldn’t have to sit there feeling like an idiot for caring.

Caring too much.

Javier dragged a hand over his face before rising off of the arm of the sofa, “Steve’s right, we probably should get out of your hair.”

She frowned as she met his gaze, but it was a fleeting expression that was replaced with a grimace as she hauled herself off the sofa.

“You don’t have to get up—“

“I want to.” She huffed, letting Javier help her up off the sofa. Her fingers curled around his forearm for support, her touch like a fire that burned him.

“Just don’t hurt yourself.” Steve retorted, arms folded across his chest as he watched the pair of them.

“Not planning on it,” She retorted with a thumbs up, releasing her hold on Javier. “Thank you for coming. Both of you.”

Javier gave her a faint smile, “I’ll call.”

She nodded, looking away from him then. “Not gonna hold my breath.”

“I’ll let you know about tomorrow,” Steve told you, winding his fingers through his hair as he started for the door. “I’m sure Connie will want to come over.”

“You’re both more than welcome.” She told him, hobbling on her bad leg as she followed them to the door.

“You never mentioned what the gun was for,” Javier pointed out, stopping a few feet behind her.

“If you called you’d known,” She shot back without hesitation. “I’m not stupid. I know I should be watching my back.”

Javier sighed heavily, “I’m sorry—“

“Don’t.” She shook her head as she pulled the door open. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Javier.”

Javier lingered in the doorway, staring straight ahead at Steve in the hallway, before he turned back towards her. “I’ll call you tonight, alright?” He worked his jaw slowly as he looked down at her.

“I’d like that.”

“You have a good evening, now.” Steve drawled out, cutting into the moment and dispersing whatever new tension has formed there.

“The Past Does Not Forgive has been on every night.” She told Javier as he lingered in front of her, “I’ve been dying to hear your thoughts on it.”

Javier chuckled, “I think Esteban should cut his losses and get the hell out of that situation.”

She laughed, “Oh, he’s a fool blinded by love.”

“Aren’t they all.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing back at Steve who had propped himself up against the wall — watching them. “I should go. Take care of yourself.”

“I am.” She reached out and gave his arm a squeeze. “Thank you again.”

“For what?”

“Being there.” She pulled away and took a step back, shutting the door between them.

Steve cleared his throat, “You good, man?”

Javier shrugged, “Seeing your partner get shot fucks you up.” He said dryly, “Don’t get jealous. I’d be just as torn up for you.”

He fished a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, sticking one between his lips and lighting it up. “That’s horse shit and we both know it.”

He bummed a cigarette off Steve, lighting it up and taking a drag. “I don’t know, I think if we lost you it would throw this whole shit show on its head.”

“Good thing I’m not leaving.” Steve said a little too quickly.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years ago

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Has the person you like ever seen you in your pajamas? I don’t like anyone in that way.

Did the last person you kissed celebrate your last birthday with you? No. The last one they celebrated with me was six years ago.

What’s the first word of the last text message you received? “Will”

Do you think you’ve changed at all over the past year? Not in a good way.

Is there a song that reminds you of your ex? Do you still listen to that song? Lithium by Nirvana. Especially a cover of it done by ThePeteBox.

Did you tag anyone in your last Facebook status? No.

How do you behave when you’re drunk? I was chatty and annoying I feel like.

What is your least favorite type of chocolate? Dark chocolate, blech.

When was the last time you felt disappointed? What was the reason? I’ve felt disappointed in myself these past few years.

Is there someone that can make you smile, even when you feel like crying? My doggo.

Is there a certain person on your mind right now? Tell me about him/her. No.

You’re getting ready to go to bed, and the last person you kissed shows up, what do you do? That would be completely random and out of the blue. I haven’t seen or talked to him in almost 6 years. I would certainly be surprised and confused and caught off guard. I wouldn’t go out and talk to him, though. I wouldn’t want him to see me right now. I honestly don’t know if I’d text him at least or not.

What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? I don’t remember. My mind is a jumbled mess.

Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Nope.

Are you okay right now? I’m tired.

What time did you get up today? Sigh, like 930 after hardly sleeping at all.

When was the last time you saw your mom? Last night before she went to bed. She had the opening shift at work today so I haven’t seen her yet today.

What is the last thing you drank today? Water.

Do you dislike/hate anyone? No.

Where is your best friend right now? She’s at work.

When will your next kiss be? I have no idea.

Will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? 7AM is usually when I go to bed. :X

Does anyone completely understand you? I was just asked this in the previous survey I did, but no.

Who was the last girl you hugged outside of family? A friend. That was like 4 years ago.

Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? My doggo.

What will you be doing in 3 hours? *shrug*

How often do you straighten your hair? I haven’t straightened my hair in years.

What are you currently looking forward to? To when my mom gets off work because I’m gonna ask if she can get me a Starbucks on her way home. I’m also hungry and wanting a breakfast sandwich, so I’ll probably have one later. She’s not off for 5 more hours. D:

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? What are you going to do? I don’t have anything out of the ordinary going on.

Who did you last hang out with? My mom.

Did anyone see your last kiss? Probably.

Could things possibly get any better? Uh, I sure wish they would.

Do you know who you’ll even kiss next? Nope.

Do you ever sleep in jeans? I haven’t in years, but I have before in the past. I don’t know how I did that. I’ve been living in leggings for the past few years and I can’t imagine doing that now.

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? I only got like 2-3 hours of sleep.

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Yesterday I got like 10 hours, which is insane. My brother came in and woke me up because it was after 6PM. I never get that much sleep anymore, so I have no idea what that was about. But now today I only slept like 2-3 hours. I tried going back to sleep, but couldn’t and now here I am. Sigh.

Are you in love lately? That’s a weird way of saying it, but no. It’s been a few years since I’ve had those kind of feelings.

How often do you see your ex? I haven’t seen him in almost 6 years.

Who was the last person to text you? My pharmacy.

Did you like anyone last summer? No.

Do you replay things that have happened in your head? All the time.

Who was the last person you stayed up with till 2am? My brother and I stay up late all the time, though we’re in our own rooms.

Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? Not at this time.

Are you currently in a relationship? No.

Do you use a full length mirror daily? No.

Would you be shocked if the person you have feelings for texted you? I don’t have feelings like that for anyone.

Is there anyone you wish you could fix things with? Yes. I have to fix myself first, though.

What are you planning on doing after this? I’m waiting for my church’s livestream service to start in like 30 minutes.

Is there a girl you would do anything for? I’d do a lot for my mom.

Who IMed you on facebook last? I had been messaging a family friend a couple weeks ago about something.

How old are you? 31.

Do you love dogs? Yesssss. I don’t know how anyone couldn’t.

Were you finished childhood and teens when Harry Potter movies came out? The first one came out when I was 12 and the last one came out when I was 22.

Did you keep all your VHS tapes? No, just the Disney ones.

Do you think Jack Nicholson is a good actor? Sure.

Have you ever watched an episode of "The Honeymooners"? Nope.

Have you ever owned a pair of high-top Converse? No, just flat tops.

Do you have rain boots with a cute pattern on them? I don’t own any rain boots.

Would you rather eat an apple or an orange right now? Neither, but if I had to I’d choose the apple cause I don’t like oranges.

Would you rather do a cartwheel on land or a backflip in water? I can’t do either one.

Have you ever performed on stage in front of people? Yeah, for choir and band concerts. Never by myself.

Were you kinda scared of the goths in high school? No.

What size is your mattress?(single,twin,double,queen,king) Full size.

Do you eat foods from all 4 food groups everyday? Not even close.

Do you sleep in PJs? I always wear leggings and graphic tees and sleep in that as well.

Do you prefer watching TV or listening to music? Depends on my mood, but I haven’t been listening to music lately.

Would you rather watch a movie in theatre or at home? There are some movies I love experiencing in theaters for the first time.

Do you prefer brown or white rice? Neither.

Do you like spaghetti? Yes.

What about lasagna? Not so much. It’s the type of noodle I have an issue with. I’m weird and particular about my food and when it comes to pasta, I like thin noodles.

Do you celebrate Christmas? Yesss.

Is your Thanksgiving celebrated in October too? No, it’s in November.

Do you like chocolate bars? Sure.

what about ice cream? Sure. I haven’t had either one in awhile, though.

Have you ever been stung by anything? What was it? No, thankfully.

Do you get tired easily? I’m just always tired.

Or do you always have plenty of energy to spare? Hahahah, no.

Have you ever done volunteer work? Where? Yeah, I’ve done a lot of volunteer work. What about court-ordered community service? No.

Have you ever worn contacts?(even just to try them out) No. I’ve always been too scared.

Would you wear contacts on a daily basis? No.

Are your ears pierced? How many times? Just my earlobes.

Do you have GOD-GIVEN(not dyed) natural brown hair too? Yes.

Or were you born blonde? Nope.

Have you found a gray hair on your head or body before? Ugh, once I turned 30 they started popping up.

Have you ever had any suspicious moles removed? Nope.

Have you ever been screened for STDs? No.

Are all your wisdom teeth pulled? Yes.

Did you have your tonsils taken out? Nope.

Did you have your appendix taken out? No.

How many kidneys do you have?(have you donated one?) I have both of them.

Would you(to save someone)?^^^ I don’t know if I could, like health wise.

Have you ever found a bug or slug in your salad? skjflsfjklds nooooooo.

Do you like Harry Potter? I enjoyed the movies.

What about Twilight? I was really into Twilight back when the books and movies were coming out, but I outgrew it and find it kinda cringe now lol. How do you feel about Lord of the rings? I never got into that.

Are you going to see 'The Hobbit' when it comes out? ---

Do you have a glass that says 'Molson Canadian' on it? No.

Do you have any collector's glasses or cups or mugs? I do.

Would you rather have a white fridge or a black fridge or a stainless steel fridge? Black.

What size shoe do you wear? 6 in women’s (US). Each of my Adidas are actually a 3 or 4 in kid’s sizes, though.

Do you have a wide foot or a narrow foot or just average? Average, I guess.

Do you bite your nails when you're stressed? I pick and clip my nails constantly.

Do you have to take an allergy pill daily in order to live normally? No.

Are you on the birth control pill? Nope.

Or are you trying to get pregnant? Absolutely not. I’m just not sexually active, so.

You'd rather wear black sneakers or sneakers in a bright color or pattern? Black.

Has anyone ever told you they were attracted to you? Shockingly, yes.

Can you swim well in water way above your head? I can’t swim.

Are you afraid of thunder & lightening? No.

Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No.

What about a tornado? Nope.

Are you closer to your dad?(more so than your mom) I’m closer to my mom.

Were you your parents' first born? I’m their first together, but not my mom’s. She had my older brother before meeting my dad.

Do you have a child? Is the father still with you? No.

Did you trade stickers at recess when you were a kid? No.

How old were you when you had your first crush? Do you remember their name? I was 9 and his name was Philip.

Can you even remember what the hell they looked like? Vaguely.

Have you ever operated any type of motorized vehicle before? No.

Are you going to drink alcohol tonight? Nope. I haven’t drank in 8 years and have no desire to.

Have you ever heard of the Canadian kids show called "Mr. Dressup"? Nope.

What about the kids show "Fred Penner's Place"? Nope.

Did you hate Sesame Street when you were little too? No.

Were you born perfectly healthy or with some(or a lot) of health issues? I was born healthy.

What are those 'said' health issues? –

Do you collect DVDs? No. I don’t have that many.

Do you download music? Nope. I’ve just used Spotify the past several years now.

Or do you still go to stores and buy CDs? No, I have’t done that in yearssss.

Did you skip(jumo-rope) a lot as a kid? No.

Did you ever catch any bugs or insects with your friends as a kid? EW, noooooo.

Didn't you just LOVE art class in elementary school?! Yeah.

Have you ever played dodgeball? Ugh, yes. I hated dodgeball. I don’t find having a ball thrown at me to be fun at all. I was always scared of getting hit in the face.

What about Red Rover? Yes.

Have you ever played "What time is it mr. wolf?"? It doesn’t sound familiar.

Do you hate your weight? Yes.

Have you ever struggled with a mental illness? I do.

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? Peanut butter, hands down. I don’t get the hype of Nutella.

Have you ever stepped on a snail? Gahhhh, I’ve run over one before.

Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? I like both.

Do you prefer ankle socks over regular socks? I only wear ankle socks.

Last movie you've seen in theaters? The Invisible Man. That was almost. a year ago now. I miss going to the theater.

What is your oldest sibling's middle name? I’m not sharing that.

Have you ever been to Disneyland or Disney World? I have been to Disneyland several times, I love it. I’d love to go to Disney World someday.

Would you ever go backpacking across any country? No.

Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? I definitely wouldn’t go alone.

Do you like breadsticks? I do.

Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? I never wear shorts, I’m a leggings gal.

What state were you born in? California.

Have you ever had a nose bleed? Nooo, thankfully. I would freak out.

How far away do you live from your birthplace? Still live there.

Do you have a weak stomach? Yes.

Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes.

Have you ever had to take care of an intoxicated person? No.

Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer? No. Definitely not cut out for that.

Do you *really* like donuts? Yesss.

Do you think Disney World could ever get old? Not to me.

If you could, would you hookup with the last person you texted? Uh, NO, absolutely not. The only people I text and text me are my parents, brother, and my Nana....

What are your favorite things to spend money on? Food, coffee, clothes.

Will you talk to the person you like on the phone tonight? I don’t like anyone in that way.

What do you usually order on a pizza? *finishing this hours later from when I started* White sauce, feta and ricotta cheese, garlic, spinach, crumbled meatballs, and pesto. Do you and your boyfriend/girlfriend fight a lot? I’m single.

Who's the first person with the letter "m" in your contacts? My mom.

Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Puppy.

How old will you be on your next birthday? 32.

What color are your underwear? Blue.

Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? Yes.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years ago

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hollywood horror chris motionless x reader

+++++++++ Request from anon "Comfort fic, him noticing it [depression] and being there or whatever comes to your mind. just a sweet fluff thing."

It's a little different, mostly what I would want when I'm feeling super depressed and shut off so I hope you don't mind. anyway thanks for requesting, i hope you like it.

Song: the haunting by as it is

tag list: @thisplace-ishaunted @ryansitkowskiswifey @alilpunkrock @theoneandonlykymberlee +++++++++

I sat on the couch and rocked back and forth. I couldn't find it in me to get up again so I'd been staring at the blank tv screen for a while. I looked down at my phone for a second and saw Chris's name pop up. I frowned at first thought, before picking it up. He had texted me asking if I wanted to do something today. It was almost his birthday and normally we went out but I wasn't sure I wanted to. Besides this probably wouldn't be what we did for his birthday, that I actually wanted to take time for but time was ticking. I texted him back to come over and I'd get ready, begrudgingly.

I walked slowly to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was grateful I had showered last night so all I had to do was brush my hair through. It didn't take long but by the time it was brushed out it was frizzy and I had grown to hate what I was wearing too. I sighed and walked quickly to my room, throwing on a flowy dress and my vans. I looked in the mirror again and debated whether or not I actually liked it. Then there was a knock on my door. Guess it was too late to change now. When I swung the door open Chris was standing in front of me with two movie tickets in his hand. He frowned at me for a second, lowering his hand.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

He stepped forward and wrapped me in a big hug, looking down at me.

"Don't lie to me y/n."

I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I'm fine Chris."

He squeezed me a little tighter.

"I know your not okay, but You will be when I'm done with you. I'm gonna turn that frown upside down for sure."

I raised a brow at him as he let me go.

"And how are you gonna do that?"

He grabbed my hand.

"Well for starters If we don't leave right now we'll be late."

He had the biggest smile on his face and was practically vibrating with excitement. I laughed a little at him before grabbing my bag off the floor and following him out to his car. I squinted at him, the sun in my eyes, before asking him what we were seeing.

"Get in and I'll tell you."

I rolled my eyes and did as told. He grinned at me, handing me the tickets amd pulling out of my driveway. When I read the title my eyes got wide.

"No way! I tried to buy these weeks ago and they were sold out."

He sent me a look before turning his gaze back to the road.

"Well I got them, I knew you'd want to go. I mean it's a new horror movie, who wouldn't? And Of course we had to go together."

I actually felt kind of excited now, we'd been talking about this movie forever. When we got to the theater he took his ticket from me and got out of the car, practically dragging me across the parking lot.

"Chris you're gonna take my arm off."

He let off a little bit.

"Sorry I'm just excited, I don't wanna Miss it. Plus I wanna see the commercials, the new James bond one is supposed to be playing."

I laughed at him as he held the door open for me.

"You and James bond."

He nodded at me.

"Yes me and James bond. I love him."

We stepped up to the ticket taker and handed them over.

"Theater ten to your left."

He said with a smile. We both thanked him and started in that direction. Then Chris stopped.

"Shit, I almost forgot."

I looked at him confused before he started walking towards the concession stand.

"Chris you just said we were gonna be late."

He sent me a look like I was crazy.

"First off yes we might be and second, something must really be wrong for you not to want an icee and pretzel bites. We always get them when we go to the movies."

I shrugged.

"Just not hungry I guess."

He sent me a look.

"We both know that's bullshit."

He stepped forward and ordered. I rolled my eyes at him as the guy behind the counter handed him two icee cups. He tried to hand me one but I was hesitant, I still wasn't sure I was up for it. He at least got me out of the house.

"Come on, if you don't drink it I will."

I sent him a look.

"Suit yourself."

I stood there, tapping my hand on the counter, watching as he stuck both straws in his mouth, drinking out of both of them. He made a face and nodded.

"Not a bad flavor combo."

Then he tried to hand me mine again and I took it this time.

"Fine, but you'd better let me try that first."

He handed me his cup and I did the same thing he did, sipping out of both straws at the same time. I made a gross face before swallowing hard.

"Yeah no, you can keep that."

He laughed at me as he took our pretzel bites from one of the theater employees.

"Come on, let's go or we'll miss it."

°°°°°°°°°

When the credits started rolling Chris and I both just stared at the screen. Our fingers were tightly interlocked and I wasnt sure I could actually get up yet. It was one of the scariest movies I'd ever seen and my heart was still trying to escape my chest. No wonder it sold out. Chris looked at me slowly and took a deep breath.

"Wanna go watch a kids movie now?"

I looked at him and let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah actually but I think we could go home to do that."

He nodded and we both stood up at the same time, not letting each other's hands go. As we walked out of the theater we just kind of looked at each other.

"That was intense."

I said, shivering. He squeezed my hand.

"Definitely."

I looked up at him.

"So, what series of cartoons are we watching when we get back to my place?"

He laughed at me.

"All of them."

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When we walked into my house I was quick to start moving all my stuff off my couch. I was so focused on not dying during that movie it had completely slipped my mind that I probably shouldn't have offered to go back to my place. i hadn't cleaned in a while.

"Sorry for the mess."

I said as I took all my stuff back to my room. When I came back out Chris was knelt in front of my DVD shelf.

"I don't mind, you know that. Besides, with how down you seemed earlier im sure you have good reason."

He kept flipping through, pulling Brave out. He held it up.

"I don't think I've seen this one yet, wanna watch it?"

I shrugged and plopped down on the couch.

"Aw mom, it's just mah bowwww!"

I said drawn out in a terrible accent and he laughed at me.

"I'll take that as a yes."

He turned the TV on and put it into he DVD player, coming and falling on the couch next to me with the remote in his hand.

"Is it good?"

He asked, skipping through the commercials. I nodded.

"I think so."

He wiggled further into the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and cuddling into me.

"So, now that we were scared shitless, and are watching something cute, how have you really been feeling?"

I looked up at him quizzically.

"What do you mean?"

He shifted.

"You looked so broken this afternoon when I picked you up. I didn't wanna pry cause I know sometimes getting you out and about makes you feel better but I kinda wanna know what was up. Now that you seem to actually be feeling better."

I frowned as he shifted next to me.

"Honestly I've been feeling a little stuck. Stuck in my own head and my own emotions. Every day is the same thing and I guess I feel better now cause you came and got me out of my rut. It was something different, something nice, no more of that groundhog day feeling."

He kissed the top of my head.

"You know I'll always be here to get you out of a rut right? You could have texted me when you first started feeling down and we could have gone and done something. ya know before it got worse."

I shrugged into him.

"Yeah but you always say that and I never follow through. You know that. I don't reach out, even when I need to most."

He ran his hand gently over my arm.

"You're right, and as long as you keep doing that, I'll keep showing up unannounced to drag you out of this house myself. if you wont make yourself feel better, i sure as hell will."

We both laughed a little.

"Thanks Chris, it really means a lot. You're the best friend I could ever even hope to ask for."

He offered me a small smile as he hit play on the movie.

"I'll always be here for you y/n, that's what best friends are for."

i hugged him into my side and he did the same.

"now, lets watch a girl turn her family into bears."

he looked down at me like i was crazy.

"im sorry, we're gonna what?"

i laughed at him.

"just watch the movie."

#wattpad #x reader #chris motionless #chris cerulli #miw #one shot #imagines #request #175

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benhardyisdaddy · 6 years ago

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Snowed In - Part 4

MASTERLIST

(hello this pic has nothing to do w this chap besides the fact they’re both in it and they’re both hot af so yeah yw ALSO this isnt very long but i gave u ben thots some nice hand job smut so again yw lmao im so tired plz ignore me and my bad grammar probably ily guys okaY BYEEEE)

Word Count: 1,320

Oh no.

You blink your eyes open and squeeze them shut. You quickly regret drinking so much last night. The ringing in your ears felt like it wouldn’t stop. You reach your hand up to rub your face when you suddenly feel someone shift next you. Your eyes open wide. Ben! Flashbacks of the night before fill your head. You kissed Ben. You smile at that thought and feel his arm pull you closer to him. His chest was pressed against your back as the two of you spoon. You were happy about what happened last night, but was he? You shiver slightly and remember that the power had gone off as well. You pause and listen to see if you could hear anything back on, but no. Still off.

You press against Ben, enjoying his warmth over your cold body. You freeze. What is that? Something’s poking you in the back. Was it the remot- Oh. You turn your head slowly to look at him. His head is nuzzled in the crook of your neck. You look down and press yourself against him. You feel something poke you again, but this time a tiny moan escapes Ben’s mouth. You pause and do it once more before slowly turning your body around to face him. Your sudden movement makes him stir, causing him to lie on his back. Also causing him to show you exactly what had been poking you. You gasp and bite your lip, half laughing. Ben has morning wood.

You shift under the covers and smirk as you watch him raise hips as he stretches and lightly hums. He furrows his brows and yawns before slowly opening his eyes. He rubs his face and turns his head to look at you. You smile and bite your lip. He blinks a few times and smirks.

“Good morning.” he whispers.

“Good morning.” you whisper back.

He raises his arms above his head and stretches. He looks back to you and notices your eyes are looking at something. He follows your gaze until it falls on exactly what you’re looking at. His eyes open wide as his hand flies down to situate himself. You hold back a laugh at the expression on his face. His cheeks are bright red as he tries to find something to say.

“I’m so embarrassed.” he murmurs, covering his face.

You giggle and grab his wrist to pull his hands away. He peeks over to you.

“Ben,” you whisper. You slowly slide your hand up on his stomach, feeling him tense up. He looks in your eyes and his breathing gets a bit faster. You run your fingers down his abdomen and continue to watch him. Your hand stops at the waistband of his boxers and you pause. He swallows hard and tenses his jaw.

“May I?” you ask, barely a whisper.

Ben nods and lets out a shaky breath. You slowly run your hand down over his boxers and palm him. His eyes flutter close and his mouth parts open. You can’t take your eyes off of his face. He’s so beautiful. You rub him for a second longer before you bring your hands back up to his waistband. You slowly dip your fingers under it and trail your hand down to his hard length. When your hand grasps him, he bucks his hips slightly and moans. You pause your movement and watch him. He quickly looks over to you and moves a piece of hair behind your ear. He quickly cups your face and shakes his head fast.

“No, no, no,” he whispers. “Don’t stop.”

He leans in fast and kisses you hard. His tongues slips in your mouth and your hand resumes its movement. You squeeze him lightly and speed up. He pauses and moans in your mouth. His hand drops to your neck as he wraps it around you, not squeezing. You bring your thumb up to the tip of his head and swipe it over it, collecting some precum. His body shutters underneath you as he groans.

“I thought you hated me.” you whisper.

Ben’s head shoots back as he stares at you confused. You stop your movements and stare at him.

“You thought I hate you?” he asks, almost hurt.

You slowly nod.

“I could never hate you.” he says, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

You smile at him as he leans back in to kiss you. You continue pumping him up and down and pick up your pace. Ben’s hand falls to the bottom of your sweater and raises up. He squeezes your breast as you nip at his bottom lip. He smirks and suddenly lets out a load groan. You both pause at his loudness and giggle. Hopefully no one would hear that. He brings his mouth to your neck and begins giving you wet, sloppy kisses. You pump him hard and feel his cock twitch in your hand. You know he’s close. You speed up and feel him gasp when suddenly all of the electricity zaps back to life. The living room TV pops on and it’s loud. You and Ben break apart as your heart races in fear. You quickly scramble to the remote and turn it down. You look to Ben as he’s laying back down and laughing. You shake your head and lie next to him.

“I thought that was somebody catching us.” he says, still laughing.

“God, I did too.”

The two of you look to each other and continue laughing when suddenly someone clears their throat. You squeal loudly at their sudden presence and put your hand to your chest.

“Gwilym!” you gasp.

“You scared the shit out of me, mate.” says Ben. He suddenly remembers the bulge between his legs and situates himself. Gwil looks between the two of you with a suspicious expression on his face.

“Why are the two of you in bed together?” he asks.

You look to Ben and shake your head, losing your words.

“Well,” starts Ben. “She was freezing last night, so I was trying to help.”

“By her sleeping in your bed?” he asks.

Ben sits up and shrugs his shoulders.

“You could’ve just gave her your blanket, not spoon her.”

Your eyes open wide at Gwil’s sudden change of attitude.

“Then I would have been cold.”

“Then go bunk with Joe.”

“Are you serious right now?”

You quickly stand up and look at the two of them. They stop talking and turn to face you.

“Um,” you start. “I’m gonna go shower.” You turn around and hurry to the bathroom door, closing it behind you fast. You lean your ear against the door and listen.

“You can’t do this!” harshly whispers Gwil.

“I’m not doing anything! She was cold!” replies back Ben.

“Are you sure all you did was make sure she was warm?”

“Are you serious? Of course that’s all we did!”

You shake your head and smirk at their conversation. Did all of that with Ben really just happen? And all this time you thought he despised you. You were very wrong. You walk over to the shower and turn it on. You wait several minutes for the bathroom to steam up before you undress and walk under the hot water. You love that Gwil is playing the protective brother role. You smile to yourself, yet only if you had listened for a moment longer, you’d understand why.

“Yeah, so what about Claire?” asks Gwil.

“What about her, Gwil?” Ben asks, rolling his eyes.

“Well I mean she is your girlfriend.”

Ben pauses and exhales.

“We’re on a break.”

“Oh, yes a break. And when that break is over, what happens to y/n? Huh? Jesus, Ben. Do you ever think things through?”

Ben looks down at his hands and says nothing. No. He didn’t think this through. All he knew was how much he liked you.

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#snowed in #part 4 #ben hardy #ben!roger x reader #ben hardy imagine #benhardy #benxreader #gwilym lee #benhardyisdaddy #benhardyxreader #fic #series #angst

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bma-2020 · 5 years ago

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Ppl who deserve more attention bc they’re amazing and wonderful and geniuses and should be given all the love and attention, like what are you doing if youre not giving them attention, OC edition bc i’m gonna be here all day no matter what, it’s only 10 pm and i’ve only been awake the last three hours bc its c/omic c/on and ya girl cant chill ever, like at all, also one of these ppl can get a pop today at a hot t/opic if they wanna and slightly edit it to be his OC, at least I think, I don’t watch the show his fc stars in, brains been dead for a few hours but whos surprised.

@strxnzo here’s whats up, I’m Italian, only part, but I am and I’m made fun of for it constantly, but you know what’s awesome, Italian representation from someone good at everything, aka not A/riana G/rande, and that’s sophie. Sophie is fantastic, Eliza is incredible, i love you sm, you’re beautiful, you’re a beautiful writer, where is your own fanbase you should be more famous than H/BO

@gracemxrked You are so clever, you’re so passionate about everything you love and everything you do it’s absolutely beautiful. Your OCs are so clearly crafted from a realm of pure love and devotion to your art and it’s so inspiring and so beautiful and I adore you so much. You deserve the utmost world, your OCs deserve all of the attention, you’re so incredible and I love you.

@aquamedic You have such an amazing level of creativity, it just flows through all of your body veins, all of your brain squiggles, you’re just pure creativity and it’s beautiful. Your muse is beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re super smart. For C/omic C/on one of the exclusive pops is I think of that one DC char the actor you use is one of them, i dont know 100% bc i dint remember the name but the look is similar i think i watch none of thr cw shows at all so im not 100% on it, it’s at H/ot T/opic, what I do is I get pops that look kind of like my muse and just say it’s my muse so if you do the same thing the option is right there now, it’s awesome, you’re awesome, you deserve nice things

@streetxcat You’re so incredible and so genius, I just I adore you so much. You n your twinny who is also tagged here somewhere probably right below you you’re just incredible, your relationship is goals worthy, like I love watching you two talk to each other, you’re so cute together and youre so creative and so clever, cat is such an amazing lil bab who has been through so much and bad things have happened to her but she’s so beautiful and wonderful and well written she deserves all the good things in life and everything, I owe you a reply n i love you so much

@famebounded you’re so awesome, you’re just so smart and so clever, you’re so artistic, your drawing talent that I know you must have worked years to achieve because you’re so amazing at it is just you’re so amazing and you’ve done so well and continue to do so well, you’re able ot art and able to write and just so many amazing things all at once and like, I can kind of art and kind of write but you’re like amazing and can do everything amazingly and only ever get better everytime I actually read something on the dash which everyone knows I do like never but when I do and when its yours or anyone elses it’s just y’all are so talented and amazing like how do y’all exist being so talented and smart and amazing and incredible it just it must be tiring being so incredible idk how y’all do it and you’re so nice, I owe you a relpy over on pikachu too i know i’m so slow and awful but you deserve the best and i strive to give back the best, it was partially written this morning but lappy restarted so i’m sorry it’ll probably be posted friday because im awful but you’re amazing and i love you, you nad everyone elses here your passion is just incredible and amazing i love you

there are so many over amazing ocs i follow and wanna write with or do write with and honestly i feel really bad because at some point writing this i forgot every single persons name, but i do love you guys so much. i’m very heavily medicated at the moment and probably wont remember posting this but i just saw a few of you on my dash and was just so filled with adoration and love and adoration you’re just all so beautiful and amazing, i need to sleep soon cause i gotta drive over to fashion island tomorrow for c/omic c/on shopping cause its the only b&n near me that’s stocked and driving there is vaguely cheaper than ordering it online cause I get the in store discount that I dont get online since its my sisters acct, btu i just, i love you guys, im crying bc i llove you all so much, you all deserve only good amazing wonderful thinsg, lappy is freezing rn bc i’m trying to make screeencaps for someone and it hates my screencapping binges bc screencaps are so much space and i have so little space and always forget to empty the recycle bin before doing things, you’e all so wonderful and i love all of you and even if youre not mentioned i still love you you deserve great things always have good thoughts abt yourself and even in moments you dont just know youre amazing and wonderful and deserve good things and goodnight

#out.#theres os much stuff and also so little stuff i have to do tomorrow #im so tired #but i managed to order everything online so far except the b&n stuff cause their website froze lappy entirely #so i'ma just go to the store and the only one i found is guaranteed to have the literlly on to two pops i want is fashion island #its like a 15 min drive on a good day usually 10-13 for me cause what are laws #probably gonna be 30 mins tomorrow bc its comic con people are gonna be driving towards SD #i'm gonna be sad bc i'm not in SD again bc i've never been I can never get there #goodnight but not goodnight bc phone probably unless i conitunue capipng or something

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chut-je-dors · 5 years ago

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5TL ask masterpost

Hi!!! Since there are SO many. SO SO many asks about 5TL in my inbox right now, I thought of (instead of working on a crucial uni deadline I have coming up) putting them all here and writing one long-arse post (so that people’s dashes won’t be..... overwhelmed with asks. Also less tagging). So here we go - Hopefully you get your answers here! Consider it as a fic........... it’s that long. Starting from the oldest!

Anonymous said: 5 thomas lane is definitely, without a doubt, my favourite ever fic. Its bloody brilliant!! I just wanted to ask, we know dave got people being rude about john and paul, and then the incident in the supermarket, but do vera and chuck ever get any shit at school about their dads? Or do other parents ever have a go at paul and john? Love the fic, honestly its my favourite thing. Its absolutely wonderful 💞💞💞

Thank you!! That is always such a lovely thing to hear! <3

Vera and Chuck have been thankfully mostly protected from any kind of homophobia. Chuck’s friends are too young to really care about it, they just go ‘ok’ when Chuck tells that he has two dads instead of one, and as for Vera only her close friends know. It’s not that she would’ve been treating it as a secret, but usually children at that age don’t really talk about their parents openly in class. At least I wouldn’t have been able to tell if some of my classmates had two mums, since you’d spend time in small groups instead of one bigger one, and then interact with the other people in the class only for school work. So since only her good friends know (and they don’t care) she hasn’t had to face any prejudice either.

As for Paul and John, at school events they receive a stink eye at most, since the other parents can’t possibly put up a scene in front of the kids and the teachers etc. Most of them don’t care, but there are always some who will kinda, steer their kid the other way. Paul and John fortunately are aces at dealing with the hurt feelings it causes, and Vera and Chuck are yet to notice that kind of behaviour. Dave is a little bit more perseptive, but then again he’s the oldest and unfortunately remembers some of the early encounters the family had when the world’s - and Liverpool’s - view on gay people wasn’t yet as open as it is now.

Anonymous said: 5tl question!! When j and p DO fight, who apologises first? Who sulks more? (Love this bloody fic)

Both are awful stubborn mules!! It’s terrible. But at the same time they go over the fight in their head and feel sorry about it, and then eventually one of them decides not to be an idiot anymore. But I feel that overall Paul would be less inclined to apologise first if he feels he’s right, and John will come trudging over ‘cos he can’t stand it when they fight for a long time. Then again, if John absolutely feels he’s correct, he’ll hold onto his opinion with tooth and nail, and Will Sulk. John in general sulks more I think, but half of it is tongue in cheek, since they so rarely have actual fights (more like, small-ish disputes)

Anonymous said: Okay I have a 5tl question: when it comes to the kids, which parent is each the most similar to personality-wise? Like for me, I’ve always thought Dave is like a mini Paul whereas Vera just SCREAMS John to me, what’s your opinion on this? Is this something you considered when writing the kids? <333

Oh god this is such a difficult question,, after a 20-minute discussion with @thefrogchorus, (since this was such a difficult question and I needed her blessed input to sort out my thoughts) we came to the conclusion that they’re kind of a mix of both John and Paul without any definitive traits coming from their parents (Chuck is a mini-John, but that’s also because of y’kno, being his actual biological son). They’re very much their own people in my head, but especially their manners come from John and Paul, whether it be how to win an argument, or how to deal with sadness, etc.

I actually feel like Vera takes after Paul, in a way that when she puts her foot down, she’ll go through fucking stone if needs be, and Paul is very similar to that. Their sense of humour comes from both Paul and John, but I feel like they appreciate the sort of “silliness” John seems to cultivate a bit more.

Anonymous said: Can you tell us more about George and Ringo from 5TL? How did they end up together and what kinda dynamic does their relationship have? :)

George and Ringo met when Paul inherited the cottage from his grandparents back in 1998. George would come along to help rebuilding the cottage which was in a complete shambles. For the first two years Paul, John and George would sleep in a guest room at the farm since the cottage was inhabitable. In the mornings the four of them, since they quickly started getting along with Ringo, skipped over the field that separates the farm and the cottage and they’d work on the cottage all day long.

As was said in chp. 5, “The four of them got along swimmingly right from the first moment, and the very nice lad’s good-natured, calm farm-boy attitude completed the group in a strangely perfect way.“ “George started helping at the cottage very often, as well.”

So George and Ringo really got to know each other and fell in love during that time. There’s gonna be a chapter eventually that goes over these events, so I’m not going to delve too deep into it now, and some details might change over time, so that’s what you’re gonna have to do with for now :)

As for the dynamic between the two... George embodies this wonderful dry wit that matches perfectly with Ringo’s more good-natured and gentle teasing. Their relationship is easy and fun, very very soft and warm. It’s really quite relaxed, considering both of them do lot of repetitive work that takes a lot of time, and they’re like that together as well, patient and calm.

Anonymous said: Have any of the 5tl kids been lost/ran away at any point and given John and Paul a fright?

I think, in grocery shop, at most. They’ve always been quite adept at keeping the kids under their watchful eye, and the kids haven’t had any urges to run away (because while Dave has teenage angst, he has no urges to like, y’know, leave the family he loves?). Of course even when you lose your kid into a grocery shop it’s a bit of a scare, at least for the Mother Hens Paul And John, (in the early years, not so much anymore since their skin is so tough), but everything’s always worked out fine in the end.

Anonymous said: I have a questionnn: has 5tl John had issues with his weight/ insecurity in the same way that actual John did? Idk I just love getting insights into this universe

I don’t think so, not to the same extent. Probably when he was a teenager he would’ve worried a little over his figure (like all teenagers do) but in this universe he’s always stayed in a relatively good shape, body mass wise (he still can’t lift heavy things but, hey. he’s a scrawny artist cut him some slack) and as such he doesn’t have any insecurities over it. I think, if he ever grows a little bit of belly when he’s older, it’ll be received with good humour and loving taps from Paul :) <3

Anonymous said: is paul always the big spoon in 5tl or do they switch? (WHY do i only think of these questions when im going to sleep jrbhrnsfjsj) 🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔🐔

Bless this question honestly aaahhhh <3333, Paul indeed is NOT always the big spoon, they switch, and BOTH love being the little spoon cos it makes them feels so nice. When they first started dating John might’ve taken the role of the big spoon a little more since Paul was still SMALL (bbbless,,,) but they evened it out. Sappy beings,, <33

Anonymous said: How did Martha join the 5TL family?

In the most traditional way possible: First kids wanted a dog, then Paul wanted a dog, and John grudgingly said “okay, I guess” and then suddenly there was fur everywhere and he had to go outside for long walks everyday no matter the weather and he had to keep a puppy from eating every possible furniture while Paul was at work. Poor John. (But he secretly loves Martha so it’s okay. He gets a little weak in the knees when Paul babbles to her.)

Anonymous said: How old were 5Thomas L. J+P when they started talking about kids/ did poor oleJohn hit the roof and freak out when Paul first suggested it since we know he’s not a fan of kids (except his own ofc)!

I think the discussion took place quite early in the relationship. Paul has always known he’d want kids, and as for John, and I quote the very first sentence of the whole fic,

“Having children had never been a requirement for John to live happily ever after. He would, however, be completely fine with one or two if his future partner wanted them, and he would love the kids with all his heart (if they weren’t absolutely terrible).“

So John has never hated the thought of kids, but for him the thought of them was more along the lines of “yeah I’ll be fine even if I never had them but if some where to come I wouldn’t object to it at all” so when Paul brought the subject up (like “hey how do you feel about kids? I mean ‘cos I kinda love them and I definitely wanna be a dad someday, but ofc not if it meant breaking up with you, ‘cos I’ll much more prefer a life with you ‘cos you’re like the only person I’ve ever loved and wanted to have sex with xoxo :) in fact let’s have sex right now”) John would’ve been like “yeah, cool, if it’s any possible any day i’m game even though i‘ll probably suck at being a dad because DADDY ISSUES” (the key to john’s character in any universe,,)

Remember that when John proposed Paul literally answered with “yeah i’ll marry you ONLY IF I GET TO BE THE POP”, so at that point Paul’s desires were very well known for John, and John knew what he was getting into. And as we know, John adores his kids :) So they’ve pretty much always had the agreement that one day there will be kids if it’s just possible. Only when it became the reality that they CAN adopt Dave, John started becoming nervous with the possibility of fucking up terribly, and even then he wanted to have a kid SO bad, as you can read from Chapter 12: the Bath Scene (which gives me the FEELS). That scene and chapter explain John’s stance on this pretty well! :)

Anonymous said: How tall are the 5tl kids? Just wondering <3 I love this fic

Hahah, thank you! Out of all the asks I’ve got over this fic, this is maybe one of the strangest ones - but it’s not a bad thing! Hahah I love how it got me thinking.

The average 15 year old boy in the UK would be around 5″7, but since Dave is originally from France he’s a little shorter, I’d say 5″4. Vera is 4″6, and Chuck is 3″8 :)

Anonymous said: I can imagine John getting absolutely TURNT around Rasputin by Boney M in the 5TL verse for some reason and it makes me laugh a lot

You are absolutely RIGHT this is the absolute TRUTH and it’s CANON NOW I SAID IT. John loves Boney M if only because they hit him right to where it itches. He loves singing along to Daddy Cool and Paul kinda hates it because Paul likes the Ramones and Nirvana and Rock’n Roll, baby, and then there’s John waving this disco propaganda at his head, but they work around it.

(Occasionally Paul might be caught humming Ma Baker) (Mma-mma-mma-mma-mmmaah)

Anonymous said: Do you have any more 5tl headcannons? The wait is killing me lol

Hahaha so many of them are actual spoilers but have a small list of ones that I can share with you! (Also... this whole post kinda is based on my headcanons so.... ) :D

Dave creates memes about his sucker family and sends them over in the family whatsapp group

(Credit @sunbeatle <3)

This also includes the Pepe. John loves the Pepe. He sends Paul Pepe memes all day long. Paul wants to know who this lizard is.

Chuck loves Pepe. He draws Paul a Pepe drawing. John puts it on the wall above their bed.

“John please stop. i'm not having sex in front of the lizard”

John blindfolds Paul so that Paul doesn't have to look at Pepe

“John I am going to divorce you over that lizard.”

Dave: "oh my god pop. it's a fucking frog." Paul: "wHAt part of that LIZARD looks like a FROG to you????"

Plot twist: Paul actually loves Pepe and knows it's a frog but he loves seeing how amused John gets over Paul's loathing; Anything For The Husband

(Pepe idea: Credit for Maria and Daisy. made us all howl with laughter)

John uses a ton emojis, always the wrong and the weird ones. He is VERY aware of it. Chaotic Evil.

Paul used to have the same kind of sunglasses as Kurt Cobain in the 90′s. He actually used them. They looked like this:

Terrible.

Paul sometimes writes poems, mostly humorous ones with a tongue-in-cheek about his life; it’s a nice creative outlet. He also might write poems specifically directed at the kids, so a children’s story but in poem form, and then he reads them to Chuck (or has John read them dramatically, which really fun for all of them)

There you go people! Hopefully this satisfied your bottomless thirst for more 5TL for some time! Don’t be afraid to hit me with new asks and your own headcanons, I love discussing this fic! Cheerio! <3

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itsbuckysworld · 5 years ago

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TAG LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU DO AND BLACKLIST LITERALLY EVERYTHING YOU DONT WANT TO SEE - a story;

Me: wakes up in the middle of the night

Me: decides to check the few tumblr notifications that popped up

Me: also decides to scroll through a few posts, sees a post about someone thinking their neighbors’ kids were messing with him and trespassing and leaving toys in his yard but it wasnt them in the end

I skim over it and, realise ok im gonna have to fully read this and see what’s the moral here cause this bit i focused on seems interesting let’s see.

It turns out to be a fiction horror story/creepy pasta and ITS TWO FUCKING AM AND NOW I CANT GO BACK TO SLEEP CAUSE I HATE CREEPY/SCARY SHIT AND NEVER THOUGHT JUST CAUSE I FOLLOW FICTION WRITING , TUMBLR WOULD RECOMMEND ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT, THAT HAS NO WARNING UNTIL LITERALLY THE END WHEN YOU READ THE TAGS AND I ALSO HAD A WEIRD DREAM SO NOW IM ALL SHAKEN UP AND CREEPED OUT AND SCARED

was it well written? yeah sure, was the user something like “nightterrorblog” or who the fuck knows and should have tipped me off? Yes but i didnt read the user until it was too late and i know for a fact lots of people do the same. So what im saying here is that now i’m going to have to blacklist creepy pastas and horror stories, things i NEVer thought i’d have to explicitly say “hey i dont want this without a warning/ever” about. (Which i have a theory that when you blacklist something, tumblr chucks it at you more; like i had never seen much larry stylinson content until i blacklisted it and suddenly my feed on my harry styles blog was a bunch of covered posts saying it contained a tag i blacklisted and im sat there like i had NEVER seen more than 2-3 larry posts a week and now i see them all the time what is happening)

Either people tag shit randomly and improperly to get it on famous tags (which happens) or tumblr really is throwing sht i dont want just ‘covered up’ on my dash. Guess we’ll prove that fact now cause i had NEVER seen a creepy pasta on my dash till now.

ANYWAYS I probably should have dipped when i started to realise the story was sounding really creepy but up until the last last last bit i swore the story was gonna turn around and be about some moral of not judging people too fast or whatever the fuck. It could have fooled me for one of those types of posts until suddenly the guy’s dog was acting out and scared and the story ended with the guy finding a dead child in his yard and now i’m like huh great, didnt want to sleep anyways.

Whatever, this has just been a PSA to really go and blacklist things you dont want, no matter if you think you dont have to blacklist something cause how is it even gonna show up on your dash: U NEVER KNOW. And if you create content: TAG IT PROPERLY, not only so people who wanna see it can find it and you can find it in your own blog but also so that people that want to avoid it can do so.

#fuck u tumblr #PSA #IDK IF IM JUST THAT DUMB OR NEW TO TUMBLR #BUT WHAT A WAY TO LEARN A LESSON

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 6 years ago

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Of Farms Fairs & Fame (Part 10)

He found her sitting by herself just on the outskirts of the fair where the music reached only faintly. Not that he expected her to have company. If anything she was probably trying to avoid Mai, Zuko, her father, and anyone else who would want to offer solace. He knew this and he almost felt bad intruding.

He didn’t know how to approach her, not when she was like this. In fact he couldn’t remember the last time he saw her sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and a somber and withdrawn expression on her face. He noted that her guitar was wedged between her legs and her chest, so that she was practically slumped over it.

He didn’t know how to approach her so he didn’t.

Instead he retreated back onto the fairgrounds, where they were probably beginning to sample the cooking contest entries.

.oOo.

Azula carelessly plucked at the strings of her guitar. She had, had a perfectly good chance and she just went and let it go. A sudden urge to throw the guitar, to smash it until it splintered, overtook her. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the impulse to pass. She curled her fists into the grass and gritted her teeth. She could hear the incessant chirping of crickets interrupted only by the howl of a dog somewhere in town.

The urge didn’t want to pass so she mustered all of her self control and set her guitar down next to her. In that moment she hated herself. She couldn’t remember the last time she had choked up like that. She was almost certain that, that was the first time she had ever done so.

She heard a crunch behind her but she didn’t lift her head. If anyone was there, she’d let them approach her. But no one came to sit next to her. Not for a good long while. She sat there for an hour or so, looking at a glittering web of stars. She didn’t notice when Sokka dropped himself down next her until he said, “what happened up there?”

“I didn’t have a song prepared.”

“But y’all said…”

“I had one but I ain’t want to sing it.” She paused. “It weren’t that important anyways.”

“Ain’t important? It meant everythin’ to ya.”

“It can’t have been that important if I ran off the stage.” She muttered. “If I really wanted to be a singer so bad, I woulda done it… it ain’t that important.”

“Or maybe y’all went ‘n ran ‘cause it were the most important thing ‘n u wanted ta start it right.” Sokka countered.

“Now that ain’t make a whole lotta sense.” Azula rolled her eyes.

“Sure it does. Point is, it’s important to ya.”

It didn’t really matter if it was important to her. Whether it was or wasn’t, wouldn’t change that she had fled her own performance. She hadn’t even given herself a chance. She still couldn’t decide what would have been worse, doing as she had or standing on stage and breaking into tears in front of everyone because she could barely stomach talking about Ursa, much less singing about her. Somehow she thought that running was worse. At least if she went and cried, her voice would have been heard, there would have been power and emotion to the music. But, lord did she had the prospect of vulnerability.

“Hey, ya don’ need ta be sad. I went and got ya somethin’.”

“I ain’t want no more pie, Sokka. And I ain’t want ‘the popped corn’ neither.”

“This is better than food.” Sokka declared. She watched him reach into a little box, wondering how she hadn’t noticed that before.

“Sokka, what’s in there?” She asked upon seeing him pull out something wrapped in a bundle of blankets. Without answering he placed the bundle in her arms. She was about to hand it back when it wiggled. “Sokka…?”

“Unwrap it.”

Having enough hesitation for one night, Azula unfolds the blanket. “You didn’t.”

“I done did!” He replied proudly.

A little pink head peeked up at her. “It ain’t the same one.”

“Sure it is.” Sokka smiled. “You liked ‘im a lot ‘n I figered he might make ya feel better.”

Azula cradled the piglet at her bosom and looked over at Sokka. “How’d you get ‘im?”

“Ma ‘n Kat won. I used some a the prize money.”

“Sokka!” Azula scolded. “Wha’d I tell you ‘bout that?”

“Don’ worry ‘bout it. I tol’ you, we jus’ needed a lil’ extra cash to git the farm goin’ again. We got more then anuff now.” He promised. “So ya better enjoy yer piggy ‘cause he already likes ya.”

Azula rubbed her pointer on his teeny head and smiled. “He’s so small. I ain’t never see a pig so small.”

“Well then yer a good match fer each other. ‘Cause I ain’t never seen someone small as y’all.”

.oOo.

The half-glare, half-pout she shot him made him chuckle. But he didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. She always had been the shortest one in class. “What are ya gonna name ‘im?”

“I can name ‘im Aang, so Zuko can finally catch ‘im.”

“Are they still playin’ that game a tag?”

“I ain’t think they’ll ever stop. Not ‘til Zuko wins. So...they’ll be playin’ fer a good long time.” Azula replied.

A sense of accomplishment befell Sokka because she was joking and smiling again. He could tell that she still wasn’t entirely happy, but she wasn’t so withdrawn either. “How ‘bout ya name ‘im Runt.”

“That’s just ‘bout the most unoriginal thing I ever hear.” Azula rejected. “His name is gonna be Spade.”

“That’s a lil’ sinister don’ ya think?”

“‘Sactly. It’s ironic ‘cause he’s so small.”

Sokka cocked his head.

“It’s okay, you can laugh, it’s funny.”

“Y’all have a weird sense a humor, ‘Zula.”

“‘N you have a weird sense of literally everythin’ else.” Azula shrugged.

“That’s fine with me.” Sokka said. No sooner than the conversation dropped did the sorrow creep back onto Azula’s face. He had to keep her from thinking too much about it. He tried to recall how he consoled her when they were just kids.

.oOo.

Azula held Spade at eye level, watching him kick his teeny legs as though he’d be going somewhere. Watching the display, she could almost pretend like it was just a regular night. That TyLee wasn’t in the hospital and she still had time to prepare a song. She lowered Spade back into her lap and wrapped him up in the blankets. She didn’t speak again until he was nestled in her lap and sleeping. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Sure I did.” Sokka insisted, setting a hand between her shoulder blades. “Y’all helped my mom ‘n I so much. I just wanna do somethin’ nice fer ya.”

She was quiet for another heartbeat. “Jus’ you bein’ here is plenty anuff.” The way she’d spoken it left her wondering about the weight of her own words. Her belly fluttered, just what had she admitted? She sighed to herself, she was overthinking again. Of course him being there was enough, he was her closest friend.

But then he leaned in and wrapped his arms around he. Again, she found herself getting jittery. And for what? It wasn’t like he hadn’t done anything like that before. He’d hugged her a ton of times during their playdates. Hell, he’d kissed her in days when spreading cooties was a fear sweeping the third grade.

It was innocent.

But this time his embrace lingered.

Or maybe she was imagining it.

She had to be, because he pulled away, just like normal.

“Promise me that yer gonna keep writin’ songs.”

“Of course, I’m gonna keep writin’.”

“‘N singin’ ‘em?”

“‘N singin’ ‘em.” Azula confirmed. She couldn’t stop herself even if she tried.

“Good, ‘cause it ain’t like y’all ta give up so quick.”

This whole fair business. It was embarrassing and it did hefty damage to her ego. But like hell she’d give up. Sokka was right, it wasn’t in her blood to do so. A break, however wouldn’t be so bad. She had come to conclude that she simply couldn’t force a good song onto the paper. No, she’d let the lyrics come to her.

“Thanks for all a this?” Azula stated softly.

He leaned in again and Azula opened her arms for another hug. And he followed through. He followed through, but with an addition. It took her a surprised but giddy look from Sokka for her to realize that it was she who kissed him. Albeit, the kiss was on his forehead, but it was a kiss.

#Avatar #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

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comeondowntosouthparkrpg-blog · 6 years ago

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Lola Thomas

Will she friend us on Facebook yet? Lola has been accepted! Send in your blog and faceclaim!

out of character info

Name/Alias: lexi (yeah im gonna try this again because looks like the negativity is GONE. BLESS.)

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 18

Join Our Discord: Yeaaaah

Timezone: central

Activity: 7 ( i do work so activity will prolly bump before 2pm and after 8pm lmao )

Triggers: nada

Password: jimmy can fast pass my ass ;))

Character that you’re applying for: Lola Thomas

Favourite ships for your character: going in this with a clean slate so try and give me a favorite ship? ’,:)

in character info

Full name: Lola Diane Thomas

Birthday: May 20th.

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: pansexual, female, she/her

Age and grade: 16 (almost 17) && senior.

Faceclaim: Taylor Hill

Appearance:

Head: Lola is what you call a tall glass of water. She’s refreshingly attractive. Her eyes are neither blue or green but a weird combination of the two colors, making them pop against her naturally darkened complexion. Her hair is soft and wavy and like to tangle near the ends by the time Lola is out of school and on the way to work. It’s color likes to change with the rare sunlight, meaning if she is outside in the sun all day every day natural highlights will appear in her honey chestnut tresses. Her nose is like a little button that deserves to be booped constantly. Her lips are full and plump- to that she owes genetics. Lola believes it is her only good trait.

Body: A natural looker. She stands at about 5'8, so be prepared if you’re tiny. She will tower you with her legs for DAYS. She doesn’t have particularly large assets but they are there. And it’s a nice handful on either side of the equator. You just gotta look for them behind her non-stop barrage of sweaters. She likes to say she has a white girl booty- its cute && snooty. Her shoulders and cheeks are very, very, lightly dusted in freckles you can only see in the winter. Despiter her tall figure, Lola is NOT a bean pole, she’s slim thicccc weighing about 145 pounds and it’s not in her face.

Style: Lola dresses like she lives in Goodwill, trendy and thrifty. She would kill for knee socks and button up blouses. She aims to look like ‘The classic look of a teenager in the 90’s’. Her shoes will never don a heel for she believes she is 'too tall’ for them. She likes to keep a mellow color scheme for all her clothing items. Tan, green, white. Sometimes she looks like the first instagram post you see tagged * v i n t a g e. *

Personality:

First off let’s get this straight, with Lola it’s not a personality but more of how she adopts a personality to fit each social clique she is suckered into that day. If you dig deeep deeeeeep down pass the meme references and pop culture shout outs- she’s awfully shy and hates making the first move in ANY kind of situation. She is sympathetic to most of the problems she hears- other than relationship ones. What’s a feeling for someone else other than your cat? She doesn’t get it. Skittish doesn’t even cover how much of a fraidy cat she is.. One little boo when she’s not expecting it is enough to get Lola to shriek and jump three feet into the air. She does have a nuturing instinct, finding it rather difficult to see anyone lonely or upset.

Once you get to know Lola, she is a sweetheart with a soul of gold. She would freeze in the frigid temperatures to keep her friend warm. She’s the girl who will sneak you into her house so you dont have to go home if you’re scared too or can’t. She is quite snarky however- as if a dam broke and every witty thought ever spun in her head rushes out. Once you get her talking about something she is personally interested in, good luck shutting her up. Lola is also a very superstitious person. Never one too step on a crack or split a pole. Her biggest quirk would have to be her need for reassurance that her jokes are funny. She thinks of herself as a comedian but is already sure everyone thinks she is trying too hard. She is a rather dull girl on the outside, moody and solemn. But if you can crack into her cold shell there’s an ooey gooey sweetness inside. Lola is often easily upset- movies to road kill make her tear up. Anytime she even gets mad the salry reminders if her lameness well up in her eyes. And that only pisses her off more.

Despite having a cool exterior she can and will snap- just push the right buttons.

History:

Lola wouldnt deem herself an outcast yet she would always feel that way. Whether she was cheering with the girls or writing lists with Jenny, her feelings were uncontrollable. Her anxiety makes it impossible to determine if someone is being nice to her or if they have a plot to harm her. In middle school, Lola secretly dreamt of becoming a goth kid- going as far as painting her nails black for two years. But her fears never made her set out to do it. Plus everyone was a little then so isn’t that technically confirming? Her school work was the only thing Lola was ever certain in. Work was easy, you couldn’t fuck it up by being a complete oddball. It was practically memorization. After starting high school, Lola was practically a wallflower. Hell she was the wall and the flower all wrapped in one. She dropped every friendship and dedicated herself to her studies and her pets. After she got a job she was allowed to have them finally and her fur babies were the only things she cared about truly and deeply. For they could never hate their mother.

Things were always tough for Lola, socially or economically, but that didn’t mean her childhood sucked. It just meant instead of a Barbie dreamhouse for Christmas she got the summer edition Barbie. Not a house. Just the doll. Jealousy is an emotion often clouding her anxieties and judgement on people. It caused her to lose her best friend since.. Well, as long as she could remember. Lola grew jealous and almost possessive over Jenny. She probably didn’t mean too but when she saw Jenny getting along with people when she couldnt caused a burning rage to settle in her chest. It got so bad Lola didnt even speak to anyone for a week before blowing up and ruining her only real friendship.

Just because she looks innocent doesn’t mean the brunette is. There are probably a few flat tires and keyed cars residing in South Park that are Lola’s own doing. Not to mention she is a total bystander. You wanna skip school? Cool, yeah I’ll watch for a teacher. You wanna smoke pot in the bathroom? It’s all good as long as she gets a hit. These are all childish 'bad behaviors’ but as Lola sees it, there’s no point in trying that hard to be bad. After all the one time she tried it, the poor thing almost died from hypothermia after blindly listening to a slumber party dare.

You aren’t supposed to sneak out in slumber parties. Or streak in Wal-Mart. Or jump of a bridge into negative temp waters. But these are all things Lola did too prove she was cool. And it ended up with her grounded, being hospitalised for pneumonia, and gaining a large fear of heights. And a hatred for party games.

Sample paragraph:

Of course, it was another cold blustery day. Chestnut tresses fluttered in front of her sight along the whole way home, it didn’t matter how many times she forcefully blew the bangs out of her face- they always flopped back down. Numbing fingers clutched tighter to the soft cloth lining of her jacket pockets. The index fingers and thumbs of both hands pinching at the materiel. Gosh- why is it always freezing? Dull orbs flittered around the blank scenery of the all too familiar path from her house to the school. The only sounds Lola could hear were the crunching of her flats against the snow and the wind whipping furiously around her. Boring. It was all white and boring. Lola was tired of being bored. She imagined that would be the only feeling she could muster for the rest of her life and it made the corners of her glossed lips tug down.

She shook her head as if to clear the thoughts instantly, humming a tune to distract herself as she continued on her trek.

One step, two step, three step…

…Sixteenth step-

Lola really needed a friend. A small sigh lifted her chest and as it billowed past her mouth she noticed movement in her peripherals. Was she really looking down this whole time like an idiot? How embarrassing! She clenched her hands into fists, further rumpling the jacket from its own pockets. Avoiding any kind of eye contact she swayed over to the side near the street and hurried her steps along. Too fast to count now. She passed the figure and her hands slowly unfurled. The blood rushing to her digits made them quite warm and her face flushed as well. God she was awkard.

Just as she thought she was in the clear, Lola felt a tap on her shoulder and her heart stuttered in its cavity as she stumbled to a stop. Fuck.

Headcanons:

🌟 owns a bike but rarely rides it.

🌟 has one cat- a black kitten named sparrow.

🌟 also two rats- yin and yang which are little chocolate colored sisters.

🌟 3.8 GPA

🌟 wants to learn french

🌟 owns a polaroid camera kinda girl

🌟 gardens in her free time

Anything else:

Im really insecure so if it takes me time to reply its cuz im demeaning myself and my baby and my words.

#accepted #submission

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petitesimss · 6 years ago

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Get to Know Me Tag

I was tagged by the beautiful @timouke to do this challenge so here we go I guess?!

Rules: Post a pic of your simself with your traits and answer the questions! :)

My Traits: Clumsy, Goofball, and Genius

(According to other people, I swear I didn't label myself as a genius! xD)

Really quick I would like to go ahead and tag of my FAV simblrs: @mmfinds @stardustsim @blushchat @brindletonsims @mochieo @awsimmer92 @fussysim @simplistic-sims4 @tainoodles and also anyone who wants to do it!

1. What is your full name? Megan :)

2. What is your nickname? Meg (Omg so basic)

3. When is your birthday? October 7th

4. Favorite book series? ‘ARRY POTTER!

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? Uhm not aliens but I think some form of ghosts exist. Not necessarily the scary ones xD

6. Favorite author? John Green

7. Favorite Radio Station? I don’t listen to the radio oof

8. What is your favorite flavor of everything? Chocolate or Strawberry!! Mmmm

9. What word will you often use to describe something great or wonderful? Amazing or just a *gasp* noise

10. What is your current favorite song? Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran

11. Favorite word? oof

12. What was the last song you listened to? Currently listening to Pentatonix’s cover of Hallelujah

13. What TV show do you recommend? I am currently obsessed with Vampire Diaries

14. Favorite movie to watch when you’re upset? Omg this is weird but those classic like 2005 Barbie movies always cheer me up

15. Do you play video games? Not really other than sims ofc :P

16. Biggest Fear? Dark Bathrooms (especially the mirrors, its a long story)

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion? My drive to work hard or maybe just my general compassion for everyone

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? LAZINESS

19. Cats or dogs? CATS I HAVE THREE

20. Favorite season? Fall because of sweaters and moderately cool weather

21. Are you in a relationship? Oui!

22. Something you miss from your childhood? Barbie Movies

23. Best friend? My boyfriend xD

24. Eye color? Chocolate brown

25. Hair color? Dark brown, black at the roots

26. Who is someone you love? My mother xD

27. Who is someone you trust? My mother

28. Who is someone you think about often? My boyfriend (These answers are so basic oof)

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? IM SEEING THE CRIMES OF GRINDLEWALD TOMORROW

30. Biggest obsession? Cats

31. Favorite TV show as a kid? Probably I-Carly or Hannah Montana

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? My boyfriend

33. Are you superstitious? Unintentionally yes

34. Any unusual phobias? Dark bathrooms xD

35. In front of the camera or behind it? Both

36. Favorite Hobby? Sims eek

37. Last book your read? Idk why but I stopped reading and so I have no idea

38. Last movie you watched? Not all of it but some of Pitch Perfect (I’ve already seen the whole thing don't worry)

39. Play an instrument? My voice and also a bit of the keyboard

40. Favorite Animal? Cat.

41. Top five tumblr blogs you follow? ALL OF THEM DANG IT

42. What superpower do you wish you had? Flight!

43. Where and when do you feel the most at peace? At home, sleeping in my bed

44. What makes you smile? Literally life

45. What sports do you play, if any? I’ve been in dance for 13 years

46. Favorite drink? Coca-Cola

47. Last time you wrote a handwritten note or letter to someone? This week actually!

48. Afraid of heights? DUH

49. Biggest pet peeve? SLOW WALKERS JUST WALK PLEASE

50. Ever been to a concert? Yep and I’ve been in several local ones

51. Vegan or Vegetarian? Heck no

52. What did you want to be when you were little? A pop star xD

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? Just. Hogwarts. Always.

54. What is something you worry about? If I am actually liked by people

55. Scared of the dark? Only in bathrooms dude

56. Do you like to sing? YES (Soprano 1 - Mezzo)

57. Ever skipped school? Nope, I’m a good bean

58. Favorite place on the planet? Bed.

59. Where would you like to live? New York or Paris

60. Have any pets? 3 cats (Bella, Possum, and Ty) and also a fish whose name I don't remember

61. Early bird or Night owl? NIGHT OWL

62. Sunrises or Sunsets? I’m gonna go with sunsets

63. Do you know how to drive? I should but I don't xD

64. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds but not the ones you get with an iPhone, those suck!

65. Ever had braces? Three years I think total, and I just had to get a 6 week retainer set to close a small gap that came back :(

66. Favorite genre of music? Pop I guess xD Or musical theater!

67. Who is your hero? My stepdad

68. Do you read comic books? No but my stepdad did xD

69. What makes you the most angry? When people make jokes about things like cancer or diabetes (THEY ARENT FUNNY)

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? Definitely a real book, My eyes don't hurt as much plus they smellll soooo goooodd

71. Favorite Subject? English or Science

72. Any siblings? So this is complicated but I have one half brother, a half-step brother, and a half-step sister

73. The last thing you bought? I bought a journal and some bath salts for my friend’s birthday

74. How tall are you? So I used to be 5′2 but every time I go to the doctor they measure me at like 5′1 and I am confusion

75. Can you cook? Yes but I prefer baking

76. Three things you love? My family, my friends, and food (Omg I typed foot at first EEK)

77. Three things you hate? I LITERALLY DONT HATE ANYTHING IM SORRY

78. Do you have more female friends or male friends? Female oof

79. Sexual orientation? Straight But why did you need to know??

80. Where do you currently live? Louisiana OOOF

81. Last person you texted? My boyfriend, specifically “hehehe yess”

82. Last time you cried? Watching “A Walk to Remember” a few weeks ago

83. Favorite youtuber? All of them, rip

84. Do you like to take selfies? Yes but only because I don't like the pictures other people take of me xD

85. Favorite app? BUZZFEED or maybe netflix

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? I love my mom and we are close but me and my biological dad don't talk

87. Favorite foreign accent? FRENCH OR BRITISH

88. Place you’ve never been to but want to visit? Hawaii or Paris

89. Favorite number? 2 but also literally any even number

90. Can you juggle? Who on here can actually juggle cause I want to be your best friend please (so no)

91. Are you religious? I’m supposed to be catholic but I haven't been to church in a while

92. Is outer space or the deep ocean more interesting? The deep ocean because I want to be a mermaid

93. Do you consider yourself a daredevil? No I am the opposite oof

94. Are you allergic to anything? Cats and dogs, pollen, grass, apparently something in the meningitis vaccine (ITS A LONG STORY)

95. Can you curl your tongue? YOU BET I CAN

96. Can you wiggle your ears? No but I can shake my eyes

97. How often do you admit that you’re wrong about something? I am never wrong, ever.

98. The forest or the beach? The beach cause mermaids

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given to you? Do what you love, don’t work for money.

100. Are you a good liar? I am a TERRIBLE liar

101. Hogwarts house? Gryffindor but my hybrid house is Gryffinpuff soooo...

102. Do you talk to yourself? I used to tbh but now I usually just sing to myself

103. Introvert of Extrovert? Extrovert but I love me time

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? No I just deal with my thoughts

105. Do you believe in second chances? Absolutely

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? Look for identification in it so I can return it to it’s owner

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? Of course!

108 Are you ticklish? VERY

109. Have you ever been on a plane? Yes, I was on one last weekend

110. Any piercings? Only my basic ear piercings

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? Ronald Weasley

112. Any tattoos? No but I wanna get a few small ones later in life

113. Best decision you’ve made in your life so far? Care for others is far more rewarding than wallowing in sadness

114. Do you believe in karma? It depends, really

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? I used to wear glasses but since one of my eyes is near sighted and the other is far sighted they balance each other out enough so that I don’t necessarily need them anymore

116. Do you want children? YES LIKE 3-5

117. Who is the smartest person you know? My stepdad

118. Most embarrassing moment? That time I asked my bestfriend at the time’s sister if I could wear a pad on a water slide (IT WAS MY FIRST PERIOD OKAY?)

119. Ever pulled an all-nighter? I’ve made it to 6 am xD

120. What color are most of your clothes? Yellow or pink :P

121. Do you like adventures? PLANNED adventures, yes

122. Ever been on tv? A few times

123. How old are you? 16

124. Favorite quote? But without the dark, we’d never see the stars

125. Sweet or savory foods? SWEEETTT

OML THIS TOOK FOREVER RIP

#ts4m #ts4mmcc #TS4 #s4mm #S4S #s4 #simself #simblr #get to know me #gettoknowmechallenge

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kyulkyungs · 7 years ago

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badboy!taeyong

Request: hi!i just recently found your blog and to say that im absolutely in love with your writing would be an understatement & i was wondering if you could write a badboy!taeyong au? taeyong would be your typical bad boy: cold and distant with the exception of his close friends (aka nct), but his inner softie is unleashed once he meets y/n, a girl that he’s never really noticed but now has all of his attention on ;) thank you so much if you decide to write this! knowing you, it’ll come out incredible ♡ (YOU’RE SO KIND AND ILY THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!)

lee taeyong was the resident bad boy in the area

sometimes skips class because he doesn’t want to be there, picks fights every now and then, even tags walls with his name because he has nothing to be afraid of

though he makes sure not to make a mess most of the time because he doesn’t like that and feels kind of guilty (only kind of)

most people see him as aloof and/or intimidating and don’t try to interact with him at all costs

sometimes the people that do for the first time end up getting shut down by short responses, he leaves saying he has somewhere to go or someone to see, or he sounds really monotone/uninterested and the other person gets kinda uncomfortable

always hanging around his friends instead of playing it lone wolf style

even if some of them aren’t like him and are the social butterflies or super popular and friendly kids he makes sure they’re well and safe

once got into a fist fight with someone because they made a snide remark about one of the boys and he would have been fine if it was him, since he doesn’t really care

but one of the boys? his boys? nuh uh, they had it coming

not really rough and rowdy all the time but can definitely handle himself

usually he talks the other person down if they’re picking a fight with blunt words, and on the rare occasion he might have to knock them down

doesn’t usually crack a smile but when he’s with the rest of nct he does it quite frequently and one has to wonder how a rough looking boy can look so........... soft

and that’s really up until he met you

he never really noticed many people in his classes

sure, he knew faces and stuff but names never really seemed to stick

the occasional john doe or jane doe would pop up in his head and he’d be like oh yeah i know them

but otherwise he’s just conscious of who’s around him but not really who

some kids he keeps tabs on because they’re the more physical of the troublemakers and people he chooses to steer clear from because they give him the wrong vibe

but some of them get the vibe that he thinks he’s better than them or just looks down on them

which leads to a whole bunch of drama and more than a few times taeyong has had to patch himself up in secret so the school won’t find out or his friends and family

the last thing he wants to do is get anyone involved in this mess and he really hates it

the others never complain about being beaten up by him because they always managed to land a few fits but it also hurts their pride to admit that he’s tougher than them

used to completely avoid conflict with them but they kept persisting and cornered him and wow did he show them

regardless he hates having to physically fight people and keep it to himself

i can see him knowing how to fight in close quarters and knowing how to box, or even kickbox

but (kick)boxer!taeyong is for a different time, hm? ;)

but he knows that using it for...... this is p bad and it just makes him more frustrated which ends up being shown most of the time

most people often play it as that’s how he is normally

and most of his friends see it as his defense mechanism to not communicating with them or that’s just his personality with strangers

he loves this and hates it

because people won’t be involved with his problems......... but they’re not involved with his problems and he has to bury it all inside

usually this causes him a lot of stress and to relieve his stress he likes to be by himself and wander and roam and just think

most often this is the reason why he skips class

the most recent scuffle left his knuckles kind of scratched up, and he knew if he told his coaches or his friends then they’d find out about him fighting

so he still trains and keeps scratching up his knuckles

but this enough stresses him out because there’s a chance they won’t heal soon if he keeps this up and if someone notices, because it’s not that hard.............

so he takes a walk

he’s on school grounds still because his friends try to convince him to keep attending school and just work, because they know he can probably graduate as valedictorian if he wanted

but they don’t want to lose him and see him fall

as he’s walking through the halls and thinking about his friends and his fiasco, he sees one of the guys who always picks a fight with him

he starts to turn around because right now the last thing on his mind is getting into trouble when he is trying to get his mind off it

but as his luck would have it, trouble always seems to find him one way or another

the guy calls out his name and is pretty mad about getting a black eye since their last fight and the only thing taeyong got was another winning fight

taeyong sighs because hhhhh there’s no running away from this guy

once taeyong turns around he sees the guy is actually a lot closer than he thought and is rearing up to punch

but it never comes

in front of him there’s a girl standing there with her body recoiled and flinched, but she stands in the way regardless

when she sees that the punch never landed on either of them she unfolds completely and gets all up in his face saying

‘i don’t know if you have any beef with him or something, but do it after school. i will not stand by and watch you attempt to pummel this guy like you want to.’

both guys are shocked because a small girl? you? is yelling at him? notorious troublemaker x and not only that you managed to weasel your way in between the two without them realizing until just in time???

and......... you were defending taeyong? also notorious troublemaker???

taeyong is about to smirk because he gets his way again but you turn on your heel and start pointing fingers into his chest

‘and you. don’t tell me that you meant to get hit just to use the excuse that he started the fight, hm?’

taeyong never wants to admit but he finds that kind of........ kind of hot

plus this is the first time that someone he didn’t know ever stood up to him without cowering before him

to be honest, you knew who he was but never really............ cared

he was just a guy and this was just how he was no biggie

as you finish this out and the two get over their initial shock of someone telling them off the other guy turns red and is like

‘um i have business to attend and i don’t need some random girl to tell me what to do’ he says and he jabs a finger at you

you’re not having it at this point and are like ‘go take a walk’

‘go take a hike’ and he tries to shove you past and get to taeyong

but the second you see his hand coming up for a rough maneuver, you smack his arm out of the way and deliver a killer hook to the jaw with your other hand

it’s not enough to knock him out, but it’s enough to send the dude to the ground and enough to daze

the guy is quickly about to get up and taeyong shields you but is also ready to run if he sees the opening

quickly, when the guy glares at you and starts moving to get up, taeyong grabs you and starts sprinting and is just like gogoggogogo dunno where but go fAST

so you’re running and looking for something while the guy is just rounding the corner

so you dash into the bathroom and you can hear him running fast and he sounds mad but you’re glad he didn’t know you ran in there

‘yeah, i’m glad too’

you feel a hand over your mouth and you see taeyong shushing you quietly and you’re just like

he followed you into the girl’s bathroom nice

and you’re just staring at him like whTA RU DOING IN HERE????

but you whisper this because you know the guy is probably gonna circle back any minute

and taeyong is like r u blIND I HAVE NO WHERE ELSE TO GO

against your better judgement, you just........ let him crouch near the sinks with you and sit there in silence

taeyong keeps taking glances at you while you refuse to look at him

and he sees that it’s not because you think he’s scary

you’re just awkward that there’s a guy in the girls bathroom and he’s looking directly at you and ooh that stray toilet paper on the ground is interesting and less awkward oooh

taeyong eventually gets bored and is like........ ehh this isn’t that bad

he starts shifting around for fun and looks kind of dorky and is he reciting the alphabet in a rap???

you’re about to let out a huge snort when taeyong gets to the end of the rap and taeyong is like i’ve just confirmed i found a new friend

‘it smells bad in here’

‘what did you think it’d smell like, genius???’

taeyong shrugs but he has a small smile and is like ‘idk i thought all girls would maintain the bathroom better than the guys do’

you snort and cover your mouth quickly when you hear footsteps outside, but when they pass you just go ‘pffft no i’m p sure the farthest stall over there hasn’t been flushed’

taeyong quietly sighs and starts waving the air under his nose

‘i wanna leave’

this prompts the both of you to slowly peek out of the door and you both look opposite ends of the hall to see if anybody is around

because the last thing you guys need is to be caught by a teacher, the guy you were running from, or some random passerby who’d get the wrong idea

as you’re peeking out you see the guy standing there, huffing and typing rapidly on his phone

his back is turned to you and it doesn’t seem like he’ll be moving for a while, so you get taeyong’s attention and he turns and sees what you’re looking at and is like !!!???................ >:))))

and the both of you slowly sink back into the bathroom and i swear it’s almost like it came out of a cartoon afkljsg

but taeyong is heading into one of the stalls and you can hear the sound of him taking a bunch of toilet paper out and he just keeps going and going and then rips it off and hands you a bunch and is like

‘soak that pls, make sure it gets condensed into a ball’

you just listen to taeyong while he gets more and you’re thinking to yourself, great we’re gonna be the reason why nobody has any toilet paper this school is gonna tumblr down thanks to soggy toilet paper balls

he comes over with two more giant wads of toilet paper and starts making his own soggy paper ball while you put the other one on the sink and just do the third

you guys have three sopping toilet paper wads and it’s such a strange sight and you’re just going along with it tbh and taeyong is just like :)))) are you ready?

that glint in his eye means nothing but trouble and you know you shouldn’t be involved in this mess

but you just sigh and whisper under your breath that this dude tried to punch the wrong girl

taeyong smirks and is like i hope your aim is as killer as your hook

and lo and behold you manage to hit the guy square in the back with a glob of toilet paper and it makes the harshest smacking sound that even taeyong winces but he laughs and pushes you out of the bathroom so he can throw his

and just in time with the guy turning around he gets a glob to the face and then another to the stomach

that’s when you and taeyong run off again and the guy is left behind trying to get water and shredding toilet paper remains out of his eyes and clothes

while you’re giggling and running and even jumping over a table when you two cut into the cafeteria, taeyong is watching you silently while running behind you

you glance back to see if the guy is following you and when taeyong sees your smile......... he’s just................. so drawn in

‘where have you been all my life?’ taeyong asks when you two camp out in an empty classroom for a while

‘english class. which i’m probably going to be in so much trouble for when i get back’

‘wait................ english class??? in room 127?’

you’re just like uhuh you’d know if you actually showed up from time to time

and after meeting you, taeyong does just that

he doesn’t interact much with you anymore but he steals glances at you and pays full attention whenever you’re talking in class

eventually you start noticing that he only actually fully attends his english class and is constantly staring at you

so you just walk up to him one day and are like ‘go to class’

taeyong pulls a coolio (or tries to) and just responds with ‘go out with me’

you don’t actually think he’s serious until the next day you find him waiting at your locker ready to walk you to first period

it’s kind of cute the way he clings to you the walk there because he’s trying to make sure everyone sees this and it’s a silent message for them to back off and not mess with you

before he walks away once you step foot into the classroom you crab his collar and go ‘you better be in class’

taeyong just holds his hands up and is like fine but you’ll owe me a kiss

taeyong somehow always manages to show up on time and walk you to your next class, even taking over your seatmate’s desk if he shares the class with you

and at lunch he introduces everyone to you and some of the guys say hello and he’s like what how do you know her

to which you just respond with a ‘if you went to class you would have known’ and flick his forehead and everyone is ready to flinch because not even some of them can do that

but taeyong just rolls his eyes at your sass and softly (bc this precious is like i must never harm) pinches your cheek in return

at the end of the day taeyong is there at your locker again and the first thing he says is

‘you owe me a kiss’

and you manage to flag down two of his pals and ask if he really was in class and they go oh!! yeaH! FOR ONCE!!!!

taeyong is just smugly smiling at you

so you lean in slowly and taeyong is like oh? this is really happening?

and peck him on the cheek

you walk away and just go, see you tomorrow, hun

and taeyong stares at you and is like oh my gosh my face feels so warm i didn’t think she’d..... she called me hun oh golly

the next day taeyong isn’t there at your locker, but when you open it up you find a single rose in there and a super cheesy message

along with a sticky note telling you not to tell anybody about this at all or else he’ll get you back

when you tease him about it he denies everything until you tell him you’ll give him an actual kiss if he does admit to it

which he quickly does and you just give him a better kiss on the cheek this time

taeyong watches you go back to doing whatever as if that were normal and just goes to himself......... yup she’s the one

as you get more used to being in a relationship with taeyong you notice all the little things he does for you

still walking you to classes and showing up at your locker to wait for you and even leaving little gifts in there

one time that one guy tried to pick a fight with you when you were talking with your friend and taeyong waltzes up and slings an arm around you shoulders and is like

‘heyyy i think you better knock it off. and after what happened last time, you probably should be more afraid of her than you are me. just a tip.’

the guy just walks away and taeyong proudly looks at you and is like aren’t i deserving of a kiss?

you give him another kiss on the cheek and every single time he’s a little disappointed but too flustered to actually whine about it

the first actual date he took you on he was the sweetest, most gentlemanly guy you’ve ever encountered

he also cleans up well holy smokes it wasn’t even that fancy of a place but he still wanted to look nice

a casual sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers, and a snapback and wow you were gone

even if you did bring a jacket he made sure to give you his just to see you wearing something of his

after that makes sure to leave a jacket of his in your locker ‘in case you get cold’ or ‘for emergencies’

your first actual for real not a fake kiss though??? probably the tenth date in when you realize that taeyong was being serious about dating you

because he took you out on a picnic on a spot that overlooked the city

and it was so calm and serene and the entire time you were looking at the view, taeyong was looking at you............

you turned to him to talk about something you saw and are taken aback by how intense his stare is

and taeyong just goes, ‘for making my heart skip a beat every time you take a breath.......... you owe me a kiss’

and seeing him smile when you got flustered over this kind of made your heart skip a beat?

he told you that you didn’t have to but before he could finish that sentence you cut him off by a sweetly short kiss to the lips and he turned red and buried his face in his hands

his friends all found out that he was taking this seriously when he randomly sat down one day and just went ‘do you know what love feels like?’

everyone screamed and thought you broke him

let you watch him practice kickboxing once and now you’re not allowed because all he did was show off and the coach was not pleased at all

‘please, i’m glad you got the punk to calm down some but now he’s not focusing on anything’

overall taeyong is glad you didn’t judge him like everyone else and wants to protect you as much as possible even if you have a killer hook that honestly kind of scares him

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