#hey look its that guy from taxi driver

[epicwingman]

Withered Roses: Steven Rudboys

Steven Rudboys is a talented pilot who works in the U.S. military and a main/secondary character in How to Bake a Loaf of Bread. When he isn't showing off to his friends, he's drinking too much alcohol for his own good or spending some time with his father. Nacha moving in doesn't affect Steven at all, but him and Walter don't exactly get along.

Steven is probably one of the better written characters overall. He doesn't really do much in the first book, just drinks, fights and has an ego that can be seen from miles away, but the next 3 books will focus on him more and I've just loved writing and developing his character!

Nacho is releasing little sneak peeks constantly! I love the fact that it's getting a Steam release honestly. I also can't wait to see what this whole character creator thing is that Nacho has planned! I don't have any main OCs for TNMN (there's 3 for Withered Roses but I don't have specific designs for these characters... they're just all sort of there) but it'll be cool to play around with this!

[konjiang]

Cumplane AU Sqh fell asleep on the bus on SY shoulder, causing Sy to miss his stop. SQH offered him to stay at his apt because it's snowing

inspired by a Destial fanfic Strangers on a Bus by Terene

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SY felt nervous and jumpy; it was his first time on a bus. He fought with his family over their overprotectiveness and ran onto the bus leaving the station. He had no clue where this bus goes, when, and how to get off?

The bus grew busier as the seats filled up within a couple of stops, leaving SY shoulder-to-shoulder with the guy next to him. The guy had messy brown wavy hair, a baggy hoodie, and sweatpants. Overall, he looked very comfy compared to the button-up SY was wearing. It made SY want to reach over and squish his cheeks together, which would be inappropriate to do to a stranger on a bus.

In the meantime, he searched the bus and its route to see if there was a stop near his apartment; his phone was blowing up with text messages and calls. There was a high chance that his whole family might already be waiting for him at his apartment. At least the bus did stop near his apartment in 10 more stops, but with the bus stopping at almost every stop, he should get comfortable.

He started planning and thinking of every response and question he needed to prepare for with his family. This was not the first time they fought about this topic, but it was the first time SY stormed off like this. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself down. 6 stops left to go, and SY did not want to go.

The loud bus could not even distract SY from his frantic planning, it wasn't until he felt an impact on his shoulder that he noticed that the cute guy next to him had fallen asleep.

"Hey," SY said while shaking him slightly. His attempts at escaping the situation were not working. He couldn't move because the bus was crowded, and the dude was dead to the world. SY had no choice but to sit there until the guy woke up.

5 stops. 4 stops. 3 stops. 2 stops. 1 stops. And 0

He watched as his apartment building slowly disappeared out of sight. In a way, he was relieved. There was an excuse to delay the inevitable talk with his parents. He tilted his head to look at the guy more clearly; now that he was close to the guy, he could see the freckles and eye bags this guy had. He reckoned that with proper self-care, this guy would get scouted by so many different companies.

"Orange Road Apartments." The guy's eyes snapped open, and he made eye contact with SY for a couple of moments before he realized that he was, in fact, resting his head on someone else's shoulder while staring at them.

"Oh my god..." The guy said as he threw his head off SY's shoulder at an uncomfortable speed, causing the guy to yelp in pain while holding his neck.

"I'm so sorry, uh, ah, I didn't- I didn't mean to do that." Now that the guy was awake, SY could tell that he was really tired with the way his eyes still slowly closed before opening again.

"It's fine," SY said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't cause any trouble for you, right?" Well, in trouble could be used to describe SY's current situation. He could just call a taxi back, but at this point, he felt rebellious, and a couple more hours out wouldn't hurt.

"I did miss my stop."

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry man, uh, this bus is the last bus on this route.." The guy informed him, and SY immediately checked the bus app he downloaded 20 minutes ago.

"Ah...I see"

"But there are other buses at the next stop, so you can transfer to a different bus that does run. I get off at the next stop, so I'll help you figure out the bus you need to go on. I'm so sorry." The bus stopped after the guy pressed the button next to the window. They walked off, thanking the bus driver.

SY didn't notice this, but it was sprinkling outside. Just tiny drops that he could barely feel through his jacket. Then like the world hated SY, it started pouring.

"Shit!" The guy cursed, pulling SY into the apartment building next to the bus stop.

[tan-veee]

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The clouds loomed heavy over Daebak Plaza, an ominous gray swallowing the light. Rain was inevitable. Y/N could feel the chill settle on her skin as she clutched her bag tighter and walked faster, her brown-strap watch ticking away the seconds she didn’t have.

Her mind raced as fast as her feet. The paintings. If they were damaged, she could kiss her paycheck goodbye—and her manager would make sure she didn’t hear the end of it.

“Daebak Plaza, please,” she called out, stepping into the first cab she could find. Her nerves buzzed as she sat in the back seat, fidgeting with her rings.

Her reflection in the taxi window was blurred by the first raindrops. Not now. Not today.

By the time the car stopped, she was already bolting out, ignoring the driver's irritated "Hey, your change!" The rain was picking up, and she barely noticed as it drenched her jacket.

The museum loomed ahead, its large iron gates closing in on her view. She sprinted through the crowd, ignoring the stares and muttered curses of passersby she bumped into.

“Move, move, move,” she muttered under her breath, taking a sharp turn into the narrow alley that led to the museum's back entrance.

The rain came down in heavy sheets now. Y/N pushed open the gate and froze. The paintings were there, stacked under a weak canopy, water already pooling at the edges. She dashed towards them without thinking, her shoes splashing in puddles.

She grabbed the first canvas, then the second, her breath hitching as she struggled to carry all of them at once. Finally, she stumbled back inside, leaning against the wall, soaked to the bone but triumphant.

The paintings were safe.

Or so she thought.

“Quite the thief you are,” came a low voice behind her.

Y/N spun around, nearly dropping the canvases. A tall figure stood in the shadowed hallway, his black hoodie dripping with rainwater. His face was partly obscured by the dim light, but she could make out the sharp angles of his jawline and the faint smirk curling at his lips.

“I—what?” she stammered.

His eyes narrowed behind the cover, scanning her from head to toe. “Stealing artwork in broad daylight. That’s bold, even for someone like you.”

“What are you talking about? I work here!”

“Really?” he drawled, stepping closer. His presence was suffocating, his smirk plastered. “Because from where I’m standing, you look like someone trying to cover her tracks.”

Y/N glared, stepping back instinctively. “Look, I don’t have time for whatever game you’re playing. These paintings belong to the museum, and I’m just doing my job.”

“Sure you are.” His tone was mocking, tongue licking the dry of his lips, a warning she didn’t fully understand yet.

Before she could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Y/N turned, expecting her manager—or anyone, really—but when she looked back, the man was gone.

The rain continued to pour outside, the hallway eerily silent now. Y/N shook her head, trying to push the encounter out of her mind. The paintings! She rushed inside the museum, trying to save them. The guy long forgotten. 🃏

The sound of hurried footsteps reached her ears again—only this time, it was familiar.

“Y/N!”

Her manager’s shrill voice echoed through the empty corridor. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she quickly straightened, adjusting the soaked paintings in her hands.

He stormed into view, his bald head glistening with sweat despite the rain outside. Mr. Han was the kind of person who never missed an opportunity to nitpick—especially when it came to her.

“Do you have any idea how late you are?” he barked, his thin-framed glasses slipping down his nose. “The gala organizers were waiting for these hours ago!”

“I—I'm sorry,” she stammered, clutching the paintings tighter. “It started raining, and—”

“Excuses,” Mr. Han snapped, cutting her off. He jabbed a finger toward her drenched jacket. “Look at you! Soaking wet and dragging water all over the museum floor. Do you have any idea how unprofessional this looks?”

Y/N bit her lip, swallowing the retort sitting on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to remind him that she was the only one who’d bothered to save the paintings, but that would only make things worse.

Before she could say anything, a cheerful voice cut through the tension.

“Chill, Mr. Han. She got the paintings here, didn’t she?”

Y/N turned to see Jungkook strolling into the hallway, his usual easygoing grin plastered across his face. His black turtleneck and leather jacket looked as if he’d stepped straight out of a photoshoot, and the lollipop sticking out of his mouth made him look even more annoyingly carefree.

Mr. Han’s glare shifted to Jungkook. “Don’t start with me, Jeon. You’re supposed to be setting an example, not encouraging this kind of behavior.”

Jungkook shrugged, pulling the lollipop from his mouth with a faint pop. “I think the example here is: Y/N went above and beyond to save the day. Shouldn’t she be getting a thank-you instead of a lecture?”

Y/N shot him a grateful glance, though she knew it wouldn’t do much to soften Mr. Han’s mood.

“Jeon, get back to work,” Mr. Han growled before turning back to Y/N. “And you, dry yourself off before you ruin something else.” With that, he spun on his heel and marched off, muttering under his breath about “irresponsible employees.”

The moment he was out of earshot, Jungkook let out a low whistle. “Man, he really has it out for you.”

Y/N sighed, leaning against the wall. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Jungkook stepped closer, nudging her shoulder lightly. “Hey, don’t let him get to you. You’re the hardest-working person here, even if Mr. Bald-and-Bitter doesn’t see it.”

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Thanks, Jungkook-ah. But I swear, one of these days, I’m going to lose it.”

“And when that day comes, I’ll have the popcorn ready.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face lingered. Jungkook had a way of making even the worst days feel manageable.

“By the way,” he added, his tone suddenly serious, “you okay? You looked a little...shaken when I walked in.”

Y/N hesitated. Should she tell him about the strange man in the hallway? The way he’d looked at her, like he saw straight through her excuses?

“It’s nothing,” she said finally, brushing it off. “Just the rain messing with my head.”

Jungkook didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push. “Alright. But if something’s up, you know where to find me.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Kook.”

As he walked off, Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. The rain continued to pound against the museum windows, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm outside wasn’t the only one brewing. 🃏

Somewhere in the city, Kim Taehyung stood under a dim streetlamp, raindrops running down his face as he lit a cigarette. His mind replayed the encounter in the museum, his smirk fading into a cold, unreadable expression.

“She’s not what I expected,” he muttered to himself, flicking the ash away.

But then again, neither was he.

-🃏- Author's note: How are we feeling with chapter 1? Took longer than i expected. Will update sooner now on. Guys, I really need your review and feedback to make the story fun for you. I hope you enjoy this!! Taglist @themwordsblog @kim2203 @princessoftheroad @thvibing @herangel07 @elancer @kelsyx33 @brittanyw7 @jungkoookieee @taevestr @notmontae97 @latinapoetbts @pinkmermaidsstuff @itzel-campos12 @cc506 @takaiko @vicki34

[chaostudee]

the secret of us , chapter four.

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a couple of hours later you are at home getting ready with your friends to go out but you cant help it when your eyes briefly scan the piece of paper that lewis gave you.

your cheeks burn as you remember the interaction but you know better that nothing can become of it yet you slip the piece of paper into your purse along with your lip gloss and keys.

once you arrived at the club you followed your friends to the bar where you all bought a round of shots. a couple of hours later you find yourself on the dance floor swaying from side to side with a beer in your hand to the music.

although the main purpose of tonight was to forget him you couldn't help but think about the way his eyes latched onto yours or when your hands brushed when he slipped you his number.

you stop dancing and gulp thinking about it. you look around in the mob of people only to find your friends no where to be found. your first instinct was to find your purse of course which luckily you had but you were distraught to find that your phone was gone.

you put a hand over your mouth in worry and groan as you have a horrible headache from all the alcohol and truthfully it is even hard to stand without feeling dizzy. you sigh as you go to walk outside to go catch some air.

the streets were near quiet and you longed to know what time it was. you bite your lip before taking one last look in your purse only to find the one thing you were trying to avoid. lewis's number. you chuckle realising that you rly have no option since you honestly have no clue of any of your friends numbers and no money for a taxi.

a man nearby is txting on his phone so you go and give it a shot.

"um sry is it okay if i use your phone for one second"

the guy looks up and looks at you weirdly but once noticing that you were desperate he sighs and hands you the phone.

"thank you so much i wont be long"

the man grunts in response. you walk a few metres away and start typing in his number. just as you are about to dial you question why are u doing this? surely there is someone else? but you know right well that there isn't.

you dial and the line starts ringing.

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lewis is sat in a bar with most of the grid sat beside george as he laughs at another joke he made. lewis looks at the clock seeing that it is nearly 2am and sighs.

as he looks around at the decor he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket which is obviously unsual at this hour. he pulls out his phone and sees that it is an unknown caller, his first unstinct is to block but there is only few people who had his number and now you being on of them. he smiles softly to himself realising it could be you.

"hey you okay man?" george asks

"um ye um i got to take this real quick" he says trying to hide his smile.

george nods but narrows his eyes as he notices lewis happy demeanour which was not often seen only on the rare chance he was with someone. george smiles to himself.

lewis walks outside and answers.

"hi"

"oh um hi lewis its me um yn"

"you just couldnt last that long without hearing my voice again"

you blush and chuckle "um well.....no not exactly um...i"

lewis notices your shaky speech. "hey um you okay? he didn't hurt you again did he??"

you let out a sarcastic laugh. "um you know what no im actually not okay you see um this is not even my phone, i lost it, my friends ditched me here at this club, and i had a few too many beers and i feel like shit and now im calling this cute guy that gave me his number because i literally have no one else"

"shit im sry but if you need a lift i can get my driver to pick you up if u want"

"are u sure i dont want to be a burden" you ask running a hand through your hair.

"you're not a burden don't worry and now i can get an excuse to leave this horrible bar"

you groan. "oh god im so sry i totally forgot that george told me he was going out tonight"

at the mention of george you both go quiet.

"please don't mention this to george he would actually kill me if he knew"

lewis nods and looks in the window at his teamate filled with guilt. he looks away. "okay".

"can you send me your location?" lewis breaks the silence with his question. you do as he requests.

"okay ill be there in 20"

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the cold brisk air nipped at your feet and you couldn't help but shiver in instinct. your eyes scanned the main road waiting for lewis.

momentarily a black limo pulled up and not to your surprise lewis jumped out and looked around frantically for you.

once he had spotted you he sighed in relief and made his way over to you.

"oh thank god you're okay"

you smile shyly at him but you are so utterly exhausted that you can't even utter a word.

lewis catches onto this and nods in understanding. he takes the jacket from around his shoulders and places it on your own. your cheeks redden, his familiar smell wafting into your nostrils.

lewis guides you to the car, opening the door for you, making sure that you are comfortable before going around the otherside and getting in himself.

"you're staying at the same hotel as all the other drivers right?" lewis asks looking over at you to confirm his query. you nod in response before deciding to devote your attention the scenic views of the city.

the moonlight that shone on your face enamoured lewis and he kept glancing at your hand which lay palm facing upwards. he wanted to place his own ontop of yours and intertwine your fingers. he watched as you unwinded the window so that your hair flew ascrew across your face. he wanted to trace your cheek and pull your hair away from your eyes. his eyes scanned your face and watched as your tooth latched onto your lower lip.

his chest constricted when you looked over at him giving him a weird and confused expression.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?"

"like u want me"

lewis's eyes widen and he chuckles. "you're drunk y/n".

you roll your eyes. "well done for stating the obvious handsome".

lewis narrows his eyes and looks at you. "don't call me that"

"aw i thought you liked that" you say pouting.

lewis shakes his head. "fuck y/n pls stop messing with my head. we both know that sober you would never ever do this shit"

you chuckle. "well that's the fun of it". you take your hand and begin to trace up his arm but he pulls it away.

as the car begins to slow lewis sits up straight. "looks like we are here"

you groan, a sudden rush of nausea hitting you again.

lewis hops out and heads around to your side of the car and opens your door for you.

"are you okay to walk?"

you look up at him and then back down at your feet, you can already feel the blisters forming and your legs feel like jelly.

"um yeah i'll be fine"

you go to stand up but immediately fall and lewis supports his arm around you.

"you sure about that?" lewis chuckles. "god you are so stubborn"

"here sit down so i can take these off" lewis instructs as he points to your heels.

he glares at you and you obey. lewis gets down on his knees as he begins to unbuckle your heels. your heart is racing as his fingers brush the side of your leg. sure your head was woozy and you were most likely not going to remember this in the morning but when lewis looked up at you, holding your pair of heels in his hand you wanted nothing more than to kiss the shit out of him.

lewis eyes your feet and notices a trickle of blood coming from your heel. "fuck y/n you could have told me you were in pain" he says frustrated with you.

"i'm sorry" you mumble "i just didn't think you would care that much".

lewis shakes his hand and brings his hand to his forehead. "i care abou y/n okay so please don't keep anything from me, you can trust me i promise".

his words seem so sincere and his hand on your thigh is comforting in a way.

"okay?"

"okay" your reply.

lewis looks at the hotel. "what floor are you on?"

"oh god um i think it's 24 or 25 fuck idk i'm sorry"

"it's okay i'll figure it out"

lewis wraps his arms around you and lifts you up into his arms.

"what are u doing"

"i'm carrying you because you are certaintly not walking that distance"

you want to protest but don't.

lewis carries you up multiple flights of stairs before you make it to your door.

lewis allows you to get out of his grip as he tries to open the door. he takes a credit card from his wallet and uses it to unlock the door. shockingly it worked.

lewis helps you into the room and sets you down onto the bed. he watches as you collapse onto the bed and lay there in a ball. your dress begins to ride up and he quickly looks away.

"y/n sweetheart you have got to get changed i don't want you to be uncomfortable and also your makeup"

you groan in reponse, too tired to function.

lewis sighs. "come on i'll help you". lewis helps you sit up and you rub your eyes trying to rub your eyes free of sleep.

you sit up reluntantly. "um my pyjamas are in the top drawer over there" you mumble pointing the to top dresser.

lewis opens the drawer and picks out a set and throws it at you.

"thanks"

"um can you turn around real quick"

he coughs. "oh yeah yeah i'm sorry"

you change in the nick of time and then you are greeted by an awkward silence.

"you can go now" you say stifling a yawn.

lewis's eyes widen. "um okay....are you sure though?"

you hesitate but nod firmly. "you should get back to the guys"

"i don't really want to go back to them though" he admits with a shrug.

"then go home get some rest you had a long weekend" you suggest as a compromise.

"but i don't want to leave you here alone"

"but i'm always alone"

"yeah but you don't have to be"

"lewis...."

"please just let me stay"

"well you can sleep on the couch ig"

"thank you".

"no problem okay well um goodnight lewis and thanks for everything tonight it means alot".

lewis nods. "i'm here for you y/n whether you like or not".

you smile shyly and hop into bed as you watch him walk out of the room. it wasn't long before you had drifted off into a deep sleep.

lewis tossed and turned on the couch and the constant ticking of the clock bugged him. the light that emerged from your room enticed him. he couldn't stop thinking about you. part of him knew he was being crazy. he practically begged you to stay over and you hardly even knew eachother but even so he wanted nothing more than to be close to you.

lewis gets up and hovers outside your door before making a peek into your room. he smiles seeing your stoic figure in a peaceful sleep. upon spotting an armchair at the side of the bed he sat down in it as he kept a watchful eye on you. as the night passed his eyes fluttered and it wasn't long either before he had drifted off aswell dreaming about the company he had enjoyed that day and how he was hoping for many more days like today.

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From the prompt list: icemav + 6. patting the other’s head?? If it inspires

icemav + patting the other’s head

i do not know the meaning of brevity. send me a pairing and a prompt!

To be a fighter pilot, you have to have ego.

It’s not just a requirement, it’s an immutable law. It’s on the checklist of fighter pilot eligibility. One: candidate must be a United States citizen of sound mind and body. Two: candidate must have a four-year degree from an accredited educational institution. Three: candidate must have ego the size of the Grand Canyon and the guts to back it up.

Fighter pilots are young, good-looking guys who grow into stately, well-tailored men. Elegant. Gentlemanly. Airs of class that have since ebbed away in the general population, but which find a home in the handful of officers who call themselves naval aviators, and they wear them damn well.

Ice has always been particular about his appearance; it’s hard not to be painfully aware of it, with twelve years of detentions earned for uniform infractions at elite private schools and four years of the Naval Academy bearing down on him. He holds it together through the six months of hellish diagnoses it takes for the doctors to figure out what’s making him sick (cancer), where the cancer is (his lungs), and where it metastasized to (his throat). There’s never a hair out of goddamn place through the whole endeavor. But when they finally figure it out and get him on a chemotherapy plan, the pristine picture of the Iceman falls apart.

His tan is the first to go; if he’s being honest, it was already on its way out. It’s been nigh on ten years since he was last in a cockpit, and trading his F-14 for another stripe on his sleeve meant he hardly saw the sun in his cramped offices. Maverick used to tease that he looked like a vampire, losing the California bronze that’s been embedded in his skin since he was old enough to walk. Jokes like that are far and few between now that it’s no longer the job that’s draining his color, but his own body.

In the end, it’s easy to let the tan go. What really gets him, what really hurts, is when his hair starts falling out. Iceman has impeccable hair. The sun rises in the east. The facts of life. He puts off shaving it as long as he can, because yes, it’s just hair, and yes, it should grow back—the doctors assured him it would probably grow back—but dammit, he’s a fighter pilot, and he has his pride.

He sulks about it for weeks: gently combing his hair, putting as little product into it as possible so as to prolong the life of the strands that remain, taking shorter showers to reduce the likelihood of tufts of blonde falling out and running down the drain.

Maverick is solid at his side, his own hair dark as the day they met. In the deepest parts of his heart, he hates Maverick just a little bit for it. The asshole doesn’t even have the decency to be going gray yet, and here Ice is losing it all.

But then Maverick will tell him he passed his driving test and got a proper driver’s license so he could drive Ice back and forth from his appointments so Ice wouldn’t have to ride in a smelly taxi on the way home when he’s already starting to feel nauseous, or he’ll smile at Ice when he gets home and say, “Hey, I called up Wolf and he found that baked potato soup recipe from that place we ate at in ’96,” or he’ll sit at Ice’s side at two in the morning on the bathroom floor when the vertigo has Ice kneeling at the altar of the porcelain throne, even though he has to be at the base at five-thirty to do briefings and pre-flight checks, and Ice can’t remember why he was annoyed about Maverick’s hair at all.

Maverick drives him to his next chemo appointment. He sits in the waiting room, perusing the latest copy of People Magazine. Maverick hates People Magazine, but there’s not much else the hospital waiting room can offer in terms of salient literature, so People Magazine it is.

Ice goes back for his chemo treatment. Phil, his technician, doesn’t say much as he putters around the room, hanging IV drip bags here and flipping switches on medical equipment there. When Ice is all hooked up, they chat about inane things. Phil recounts his daughter’s swim meet. Ice responds with tales of his own swim meets, back at the Naval Academy. Phil says his son signed up for flag football, but God bless him, he’s shit at the sport. Ice promises that he’s not going to get much better at it, if he sucks this much at it now; he’s got his own scars from high school to prove it.

Phil unhooks him from the infernal treatment and books him for an appointment in two weeks. Maverick puts down People Magazine—a different issue than he was reading before, Ice notes—and drives them both home. He helps Ice into the living room and lays him down on the couch with the quilt that Carole made for their sort-of-fifteenth-anniversary. He kisses Ice on the forehead and goes to the kitchen to start dinner, and Ice is out like a light.

When he wakes up again, the sky is a dusky gray. It’s just past sundown. Maverick let him sleep for hours.

“Mav?” he calls out. Ice pushes himself up off the couch, his elbows creaking as he goes. “Maverick?”

“In here!” Maverick replies from the guest bathroom. “I’ll be just a second!”

Ice hums and goes into the kitchen. There’s a pot on the counter, but it’s not one of theirs. He lifts the lid; savory chicken congee, with ginger root and scallions. The Reyes’ must have dropped something off while he was asleep.

“Oh, yeah, Martin came by with some soup,” Maverick says behind him. “He says there’s no better cure than his wife’s arroz caldo, not even your mama’s chicken noodle soup.”

Ice puts the lid back on the pot. He turns to Maverick, ready to bear all of his weight down on his partner, because chemo is a bitch and he feels exhausted just standing here in his own kitchen—

—And flinches.

“What the fuck did you do to your hair?” Ice cries. Maverick cracks a grin, his signature Colgate smile.

“Do ya like it?” he asks.

Like it? Ice reaches out for his head, and Maverick leans in. He runs his hand over Maverick’s scalp, feeling the smoothness of his skin. He passes over the whole landscape once, twice, his fingers tripping over the tips of Maverick’s ears and the nape of his neck, as if he’d find something there like a magician performing a sleight of hand, but there’s nothing there.

“It’s all gone,” Ice laughs, somewhat hysterical. “It’s gone, it’s gone! What did you do? What the fuck did you do!”

Maverick shaved all of his thick, dark hair off. All of it is gone. All of Maverick’s damnable, doesn’t-have-the-decency-to-go-even-a-little-salt-and-pepper hair has disappeared.

Maverick smiles, teary himself. “Yeah, babe, it’s all gone.” He takes Ice’s hands in his and holds them tight. Ice tries to fight his own tears, but they’re doing what they please.

“Mitchell, what the hell?”

Maverick laughs. “C’mon, Kazansky, give me some credit. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you worrying about your hair falling out.” He cups Ice’s chin with one hand, looking straight into his eyes. “I thought you’d be less scared of it if we did it together.”

“Maverick,” Ice starts.

He doesn’t know where to go. It’s a grand gesture, that’s for sure, and if fifteen-odd years of knowing Maverick have taught him anything, it’s that you cannot always listen to what Maverick Mitchell says, you must only listen to what he does.

“Maverick,” he says again.

“Ice,” Maverick replies. “Let’s eat. And when we’re done, we’ll call Slider up and tell him what I did, and you can make as much fun of me as you want—for tonight only!—and we can talk about what you want to do next.”

They end up eating dinner in the bathroom. Maverick takes bites of his congee in between bouts of shaving off Ice’s hair as Ice huddles in the tub, ducking his head keep anything from falling into his own bowl. When they’re finished, they cram next to each other in Ice’s office and call Slider on Skype. His laughter is piercing through the laptop speakers and echoes down the hall.

And when Slider arrives ten days later, to, “Make sure Mitchell isn’t leaving you to fend all for yourself, I mean does he even know how to make a proper chicken noodle soup,” he knocks on Ice and Maverick’s front door sporting a grin and a freshly-shaved head.

Fighter pilots might have egos, but they’re a fiercely loyal bunch, too.

[kimsmuse]

Hiii, I just came across your blog, and I L O V E it! Since you said you were looking for a recommendation, here's one from me. Yandere school president. They have immense power at their school because not only are they the president, but their parents own the school. Their word is quite literally the law at this school. He just so happens to be head over heels in love and obsessed with you. Give in to their obsessive and possessive love or suffer the consequences. Since he holds so much power, he can make you a school outcast in less then a week, and he can have teachers fail you or pick on you for the stupidest reasons ever, he'll make your life a living hell at school if you don't accept his twisted and fucked up love, it's best to just be a good darling, and let yourself be loved on his own terms. It's a concept I've thought about a lot, but I haven't seen much of it. Anyways, thank you for your time, and keep up the good work!!!

okay okay omg first of all your brain???? this way too good and oml now i'm sad i spent my entire school life without a class prez like this :( but let's talk about this !!! this is mildly inspired by this one guy from the kdrama called taxi driver (ep 3) !!!

gender neutral!reader. warnings for obsessive behavior, mentions of killing someone but it's nothing graphic. blackmail/coercion type thing?? and typical yandere behavior.

okay so yandere!class president who is so focused, he's the top student of the grade and he's good at sports too?? captain of the basket ball team?? i don't know how he does it because i really couldn't but anyway even apart from that he keeps on taking part and neatly scoring in debates, and writing contests, you name it and he's doing it. it does happen sometimes that he ends up getting silver or bronze but he's there on the list somehow.

and obviously if you've ever been a teenager then you know how attractive this type of people are, because they're good at everything, because they look very unattainable and bonus for our class president is that he's super hot as well. so obviously he had a classroom filled with admirers. and he loved the attention, who doesn't? but he's never thought more of it than that, the aspect of romance is kinda alien to him, he's had his fair share of physical relationships (if they can be even called that) but none of them too good to stay.

so he keeps on with his day, his cram school, having lunch, dinner, studying, more studying.

and when he bumps into you from his way back from the library, he just stops dead in his tracks as you attempt to pick up the books you both dropped, and when you look up at him he's literally frozen. who are you? why has he never seen you around? why do you look so pretty? hey, where's that romantic instrumental playing from? why-

"hey, mister, are you okay? i didn't hit your head or anything right?"

and trust me when he's the literal embodiment of the ":0" emoji.

anyway, but that guy has never had a crush before so at first he just feels like its some kinda internal intuition? that there's something wrong with you or something.

but then he finds himself trying to find your class, sitting there on the excuse of talking to some friends and obviously he's welcomed there.

and he figures that his initial impression might be a wrong because you were such a sweetheart. not as popular as him, and you stuck to your 2-3 friends but he saw the way you would smile at people - a gentle, warm one. and he quite literally died when you greeted him that way once, surprised that you would know about his existence

it wasn’t that he forgot he was famous but having a crush really does wonders to your self esteem.

also you best believe he's digging up all your information, your past schooling if you've transferred, your parents' background, your social media and duh, where you live, where you work.

and if you work somewhere like a cafè or a convenience store, he's there for half the day, "studying" for exams and stuff, he claims it helps more than studying at home. and all the time his eyes barely register a page because he's looking at you as you're hard at work, helping customers, greeting them with that damned, charming smile and then in rare moments he looks at you as you lose that demeanor and sigh out of exhaustion. poor baby, he wished he could something for you so bad in those moments.

and then comes the part where his friends (he has a lot of friends but he believed that when you have a crush you shouldn’t tell everyone? also given his popularity... he figured it wouldn't be a greatest idea ever. so he only told like a guy or two) they adviced him to just go up to you and ask you out? what's the problem even? he's literally the golden boy of the school, why would someone reject him ever? you shouldn’t even be worried about that, dude! but with that confidence in himself, he decides on a day, nothing too significant and he looks at himself in the mirror.

"uh, actually, i do have a partner," did you hear that? the glass shattering? uh, that was his heart. that was his reaction when you told him this. but it was true, you had a partner in another country (which made sense that the yandere did not come to know of this before because he had been following you, just to make sure you were safe ofcourse, and he did not see a persosn who could classify as a romantic threat) and you loved them very much! no matter how cute and great this guy was, you were loyal to them.

and now cue the yandere's sad era. but only for like a day or two. until he realizes something. this was absurd, you were rejecting him? when so many people would literally kill for something like this? it was unbelievable. but he was deadset, this was the first time he felt this way for someone and he was determind to make you feel the same, or at least keep you with him, and he would do it with any means necessary.

he realized that your friends' parents were mere employees in his dad's company so all it took was one meeting. "stop talking to y/n." for them to start ignoring you and they did not even try to keep it lowkey and you had to resort to sitting alone at lunch, giving an easy access to the guy who used it as a time to sit beside you and tell you about his day, nevermind the fact that for the first few times you would just up and leave. and then you finally decided to just snap.

"what the fuck do you want?" you look at him, frustrated by all these things, and changes happening in your life in less than a week.

he just smirked, that mf had the audacity to smirk? "you, ofcourse,"

now he wasn’t quite violent because he'd just entered adulthood, he did not want to fuck up and spend the rest of his years in jail (not that he actually would because his parents would be hiring the world's best lawyers for him) but he did imagine it, murdering your s/o. he did not know what they looked like, but all they saw was you happy in their arms and as much he loved that little smile of yours, he wanted it to be for himself! not someone else!

so anyway, after you storm out on him after the last conversation, you get your english test results back and a big, red F is staring at you.

and normally your parents weren't grade obsessed but you would boast to them about how good you were at english and how much you loved the subject and even the teacher agreed thaf you were good at it.

when you meet with the teacher after class, he just removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes, "listen, y/n, you're one of the smartest students i've had the pleasure of teaching. so make the right choice, it's good for your future. just say yes to him. he's not bad, you know,"

he was behind this???????

you felt even more utterly helpless when you found that the yandere's parents fund almost more than half of the school so there’s nobody who would be willing to go against them and help you, no matter how much you would plead them.

"a transfer? don't even think about it, baby, nobody is going to issue that certificate unless i say so,"

chills run down your neck as he whispers this. you were truly stuck with him.

[rutlancecf]

And we present to you : "And Shakespeare has gone nuts"

{Curtain rises. Mercury's room, who is played by Jonathan Kent}

- One two. One, two.- Mercury finishes doing his exercises at night and lays down on the bed.- Hopefully, and Romeo has gone straight home, and not going to look for Rosalie, the one who sells hamburgers in the square.- Hugs the pillow.- Mmm, hamburgers. Maybe tomorrow I should ...-

- Mercury.-

{There, in the window of Mercury's room, is Romeo, who is played by Damian Wayne}

- AAAAAAH!- Mercury falls from the bed.- Who's there?-

- It's me, stupid. Romeo de los Montague.- He responded as if nothing had happened.

- Romeo? Romeo!- He gets up from the ground.- What are you doing here, ungrateful, not letting me sleep like when we were offspring of our parents?-

- Shut your mouth, tarambana, I have a request to ask you.- But he did not let him ask him.- I need help to go to the Capulet house.-

- CAPULET!? - He shouted surprised. - What do you ...? Mmmpfh!-

- Shsss, keep quiet, tocho. Shout it louder next time, I'm sure they didn't hear you there at the Empire State.- He takes his hand from his mouth.- I have to see Juliet.- He looks away and crosses his arms.- Still when I don't want to.-

- Juliet?- He slapped his forehead.- Weren't you "dying" of love for Rosalie?-

- The one that sells hamburgers in the square? No, thanks. Don't you remember, ceporro, that I am a vegetarian?- He shakes a hand in the air.- It is now Juliet of the Capulet who occupies my thoughts. And I hope it's the last. Tt.-

- I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling.- Mercury confessed to him.- As your best friend, both in the play and in real life, be careful.-

- Quiet, zafio, and hurry up to change, I have to go see Juliet. And go to a hardware store first, to buy a ladder. I'm not going to be like the other stupid people who climb onto their balcony using the poison ivy that their father planted as rope.-

- I'm ready to go.- Mercury finishes putting on his hat and cape.- Just let me turn off the lights.-

{He claps his hands a couple of times, and the lights go out throughout the building. Exclamations from the public are heard, a couple of screams and babies crying}

[WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS?]

- Perfect imbecile.- Romeo turns on a hand lamp.- You turned off all the lights.-

- The lighting guys must have made a mistake.- He puts his hands around his mouth.- Hey, turn on the lights!-

{Everything lights up again and the two are already outside Mercury's house}

- I'm ready! We can go now.- Mercury smiles and putting two fingers in his mouth, lets out a whistle.- FIU, TAXI!-

{A taxi appears, and they both get into it}

- Where, youngling? - Asks the taxi driver.

- To the Capulet house.- Orders Romeo.- But first, to a hardware store.-

{He starts the cab, exiting the scene. Moments later they appear in the Capulet garden, where there are a couple of guards watching, and they hide in the bushes}

- I think we should go to sleep now, my good friend Launce.- One of the guards yawns, before a hand covers his mouth and hides him in one of the bushes.

- Speed?- Launce turns to look everywhere without finding his partner.- Such rudeness to my person would have been seen. One here burning his eyelashes to accompany Speed, and that ungrateful has had the same idea as your server, and makes the bitterest tears shed in vain by a fool who doesn't even know what an ounce of gratitude weighs. Let's pretend that this spear is Speed and I am that bush that moves. No, I am the spear and the spear is me, for that is my name. So Speed is that bush that with the slightest breeze loses its leaves in autumn, even when we are in spring. So we'll have to wait until autumn arrives for Speed to embark on the icy breeze. Good fortune, Speed, and may the winds favor your travels. On second thought, though, I'm angry with Speed for abandoning me, so I wish him that as soon as he set foot on the ship, he slipped and fell into the sea, so that it could teach that callous ungrateful a lesson. Look, he goes sailing when he should be watching!-

- Arght!- Romeo comes out of the bush and pounces on Launce.- Shut up once and for all this senseless soliloquy and get out of this play, you stupid animal! We are in "Romeo and Juliet"!-

- Aren't we recording "The Two Gentlemen of Verona"? - Launce asks.

- Ehm, no.- Jonathan comes out of the bush, brushing a couple of leaves from his hair and adjusting his clothes.- We're in "Romeo and Juliet", and he's Romeo Montague and I'm Mercury.-

{Launce stares at them for a moment}

- He's too dwarf to be Romeo, are you sure he's not Juliet in disguise?-

- NO! - They both yelled at the same time.

- Then my pardons, but being that the case, I'll leave, maybe I'll still reach the boat where Speed is sailing.-

{Before leaving the scene, he sees them again and addresses the audience}

- It may be my idea, but that two men come out of the same bush ... and in those looks ... No, I better retire before something sticks to me.-

[CONTEXT: The drama club, which Damian and Jonathan attend, have to present at least one play per semester, and they had to present "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare. Damian gets the role of Romeo by raffle, and decides he won't rehearse with the others because he learned the entire script. But since the rest of the school doesn't like him, the club decides to "adapt" the play so it's not too boring, without letting him know. Although Jonathan takes pity on him and decides to tell him about the "changes" while they are on patrol together the night before the play is exhibited at the school. So Damian has to learn in less than 7 hours the script of the new play, "And Shakespeare has gone nuts", and survive on stage in front of students, teachers, parents and above all, the Batfamily and the Superfamily.]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45874048/chapters/116591212

[khaibdl]

Hey

Can you write an 80s jason newsted smut where its Jason's and the reader's first time and its super sweet

•𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄•

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex)

Word count: 1,045

•

I met Jason a year ago. We have mutual friends who eventually has set us up. He is the sweetest and most kind hearted person in the world.

We have been dating for around 2 months now but we haven’t had sex yet. We wanted to take things slow and just not rush it.

He is now in a band called Metallica and i couldn’t be more proud of him. He is an amazing bass player and loves sharing it with the world.

The guys are touring now around North America and Jason asked me to visit him for a while. I immediately said yes.

So that’s why i am in a taxi, on my way to the tourbus. Jason told me that the guys were going out tonight so that means well have some privacy, thank God.

No offence to the guys though, i love them, but i haven’t seen Jason in a while and i missed him so much.

The taxi drops me off as the doors of the tourbus opens. I see my favourite curly haired man.

“Hey baby!” Jason walks down the stairs of the bus and opens his arms. I immediately run into his arms as they pick me up from the ground.

We keep hugging like this when i start kissing all over his cute face.

“I missed you so much already Jase!” I say with a huge smile covering my face.

He places me back on the ground but keeps his big arms around my waist. He pecks me on my lips with a big smile and says he missed me too.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” He walks up my suitcase that i left a few feet away from me. He picks it up and walks inside the bus with it.

“Did the guys leave already?” I ask looking around. I don’t see anyone, not even the bus driver.

“Yes. They will be back later though. There exited to see you again.” He places my suitcase next to a small closet already filled with some of Jason’s clothes and turns to me. His blue eyes are so captivating to me.

I turn my head to look outside and see the beautiful sunset. I turn back to Jason, my gaze met the ground and take a deep breath.

“Jase… I’m ready.” I say as I fiddle with my ring. Im too scared to look him in the eyes right now.

I hear him walk up to me in slow steps.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. You know that right?” He takes ahold of my slightly shaking hands and lifts my head with his other hand.

“Of course i know. But i feel ready now. Do you feel ready” Both Jason and i have never had sex with anyone. We were both waiting for the right person and i believe that Jason is the right person for me right now.

“Yes im ready.” He takes a look around the bus and says “Let me just make it cozy in here really quick, wait for me here on the couch!” He sprints to a cabinet almost tripping over some of Kirk’s horror magazines laying on the ground.

I laugh as i shake my head. Im so in love with him.

And i feel so ready for him. It kind of soothes me a little to know that he hasn’t been with anyone either. We get to know ourselves and each other for the first time. I love that idea.

•

“Jase… im a little nervous.” My voice quiet as i watch Jason unbuckle his belt. He was so gorgeous to look at. His big curly hair. Broad, muscular chest and the brightest blue eyes that i have ever seen.

“It’s gonna be okey baby.” The eyes i love admiring my already naked body. He pushes his pants and underwear away as he is now totally naked too.

We were on a big couch surrounded by some candles, giving us a little romantic light. The sleeping bunks were too small for two people do some activities in it…you know what i mean.

He positioned himself between my legs and i take ahold of his shoulders.

He took his cock in his hand and rubs it on my clit softly. He keeps doing it to make me feel a little more relaxed and it’s working.

“Are you sure? I want to make sure that you won’t regret anything.” He leans down and kisses my lips while stroking my head.

“Im a hundred precent sure Jase.” I give him a nod to signal that im ready one last time.

I feel him start slowly pushing in, the both of us whimpering from different feelings.

“Jase…” i close my eyes and tilt my head back. I have to get used to this feeling. “Go slow.”

Jason places his thumb on my clit, slow and gentle, as he lets me adjust to his size. His breath was shaky as it took every ounce in his boy to not cum on the spot.

“You’re so pretty baby. Im sorry if i don’t last long.” He slowly speeds up while he puts his forehead against mine. He keeps rubbing my clit and it starts to feel good right now.

“I love you so much Jase.” I moan softly into his mouth. His hips are going a steady pace and i think he’s really close. I scratch his back a bit as he turns his head to kiss my neck.

I suddenly feel him cum inside of me as he groans a little. He stays still for a few seconds and he lifts his head.

“Im so sorry I didn’t wait for you.” He presses light kisses on my face as they tickle me a bit.

“It’s fine Jase. It was amazing.” I laugh from the ticklish feeling. I hug him close against against me because i don’t want him to feel bad. It was the first time for the both of us and it was perfect to me.

“I love you so much baby.” His hands stroking my hair again.

“I love you so much Jason.” I kiss him on the lips while were both smiling.

It really was perfect.

•

Im so sorry that it took so long for me to post this. I was really busy with school. I hope you liked it! 💋

[minihotdog]

Good ol' fishing boy

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x gn!Reader

a/n: idk. Simon is a big ol softie in this one

Summary: Simon learns how to fish

c/w: fake worm, maybe a swearword

Word Count: 1k

***

The weekend had finally come around. The usual hustle and bustle of the compound died down as everyone ran off to enjoy the little free time they’d been given. 

“Hey, Lt!” You beam at the sight of your superior. “Whatcha got planned for today?” You stood with your fishing rods tucked under your arm and a backpack stuffed to its brim.

“Nothin’.” He sat at the table with his morning tea. He always had such a cold look, with or without his mask, but you were determined to try and break down at least one of his walls. You’d been working for the task force for about three months now, and he was the only one who you still didn’t know a thing about.

  “You ‘otta come fishing with me. It’d be a good time, I promise.” You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response.

“Not up my alley.” He swiftly declines, leaving you taken aback. 

In all my years, I’ve never heard a military man say no to fishing.

“Wha’d’ya gonna do? Sit here all day?” You say in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Oh c’mon, Lt.! What if I fall in the water and I can’t get out and I’m all by myself!” You clasp your hands in front of you as if you were about to get on your knees and beg. He sighs at what he referred to as your ‘American dramatics’. 

“Fine, but keep the talking to a minimum.”

“Yaay!” You celebrate, causing the stern Brit to groan in annoyance.

***

The air nipped at your nose as you and Simon sat on the bank of the river. The mountains off in the distance were topped off with fresh snow. The warm sunlight would occasionally peak out from behind the grey clouds. 

“Here ya go,” You hand him a rod and open your tackle box between the two of you. You start tying your hook to the line and reaching into the box to pull out a long black fake worm. You look over to Simon, motioning to the worm, “See this little guy? Bass love this shit.” He snorts lightly but you notice him go still when he looks at the contents of the box.

“So what do I do?” He asks, a little embarrassed. Most boys learned how to fish with their dads, unfortunately, his dad had been set on being a nightmare rather than an angler. You stop dead in your tracks, eyeing the man.

“You ever been fishing before?”

“No.”

You almost drop your worm, 

“What?! Really?!”

He shoots you a look that says, ‘Cool it or else’.

“Your dad never took you when you were a kid?” You probe.

“We weren’t very close.” His eyes avoid yours and look out at the bend of the river. Simon wasn’t one to feel embarrassed about his upbringing, he saw it as something that made him the man he was today. It motivated him to be better than what he witnessed and to maybe even eliminate the horrors that many were forced to live with. But it came with a cost and that cost was the simple things other people had gotten to experience that he didn’t.

“I wasn’t close with mine either,” You sigh, hoping that you hadn’t brought up painful memories. His eyes were back on you at the revelation.

“I actually learned how to fish from the locals when I was stationed in Turkey.” You smile, recounting the memories from your time overseas. “I rented a pole out and asked a taxi driver to take me to a fishing store. The taxi driver could barely speak English but it was clear as day that he loved fishing. We talked the whole way to the store and he even went inside with me.” You chuckle, “I’d run into a group of ‘Turkish Uncles’ out fishing and they’d try to show me their tricks.”

You place your rod down on the rocky ground and motion for him to give you his. “I’ll show you,” Your words come out softly. “This part is easy.” You place the rod between your knees and grab a hook out of the box to show him. 

“Now, there are all sorts of knots you can do but I use the Y/L/N special.” You put the line through the hole at the top of the hook and wrap the loose end a couple of times around the line coming directly from the rod.

 “So you wrap it however many times, then you put it through the loop at the bottom. Pull it and then tie a knot.” He nods at you showing he understands, and his eyes examine the funny-looking knot. 

“One time I went fishing with a friend of mine. He was the Bill Dance of trout.” You pause briefly to explain, “Bill Dance is an old man in the States that strikes fear in the hearts of Bass everywhere.” Simon laughs softly at your dramatics. “But, he took one look at my knot and I thought I was gonna die from embarrassment. He was too nice to tell me it looked awful, but it works just like any other.”

You gently clap your hands together, “Moving on, you know what these are?” You point to the contents inside your tackle box. Simon shakes his head, a smirk still playing on his lips. He almost felt like a young boy again, recanting the stories he’d heard in school of the other boys going out on the lake with their dads. Here he finally was.

“These are lures, a.k.a. Fake bait. They come in all shapes: Frogs, worms, little fish. Depending on the fish, some work better than others. Bass like the worm. Snakeheads, those angry demon fish, like the frogs.” You trail off stating the different lures for different fish as you grab a black worm out of the box. 

“You can hook however you want, but I think this is what separates boys from men.” Simon’s little smirk grows briefly. He found the way you explained things to him to be endearing.

You grab the hook in one hand and hold the fake worm in the other. “You could do this,” You put the hook through the side of the worm and let it dangle. 

“But you’d probably lose your lure on the weeds or from a strong bite.” You pull the worm off. “This is what I do because I’m a big fishing man,” You joke. Simon silently laughs again. He’d hear you constantly calling yourself jacked and joking that you were as big as him. Here you sat, looking about as big as the worm in comparison to him.

You put the hook through the top of the worm’s head, coming through the side. Your now cold fingers slide the worm to the top of the hook and poke through the middle of the squishy lure with the pointy tip nudging back into it. “This way, your hook stays weedless.” You hand him his rod before hooking your lure.

“Now we can rip some lips.” You laugh at your own joke as you stand and walk closer to the water. You point to the button your thumb rests on, looking back at him. “Hold that down when you cast.” You turn back to the water and give your rod a swift jerk. Your hook goes flying out to the middle of the river. Simon follows and casts his line out, the hook barely lands two feet away. He tuts quietly.

“Here,” You place your rod down and come up behind him. You place one hand on his left shoulder and the other over his hand on the base of the rod. “Keep your body facing the water, and swat it like this.” You run through the motion twice before backing away to watch him. This time he casts without a hitch. “Right on.” You smile at him and for the first time, he smiles back.

The two of you sit back down on the log. “Give it a couple of little tugs every once in a while and reel it in little by little. Or how the Turks taught me: Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.”

“Reel, reel, reel, action, action, action.” He talks himself through the motions. 

“Just like that. Now we wait.”

Moments pass of silence. You couldn’t complain, the view was beautiful.

“Is it true that fish can hear you?” Simon asks you, a bit of humor in his voice.

“No, I think that’s something dads made up so their kids would be quiet.” The two of you laugh. You liked this version of Simon. Relaxed, still quiet and reserved, but he wasn’t the same cold person you met as Ghost.

“Thank you… For teaching me.” He said suddenly.

“No problem, I could use a fishing partner.” You nudge him with your elbow. “Just don’t catch more fish than me or we’ll have a problem.”

[perlapulido]

Enter the Dragon

Summary: Izora been known to be rebel teen on the street that no one can figure her out until the Chans did. With her help here on the protecting the world from ancient demons and evil though the only problem that she can impossible to to trust with everyone she meets. Well almost everyone.

Ch1

Footsteps walking down the sidewalk blending with the crowd around a teen having her long black hair reaching her knees wearing her red top with on lace sleeve covering her left arm, choker around her neck, grey faded jeans with chains on one of her belt loops. She did her usual routine of exploring the city as it was new to her from traveling doing what she wants without anyone noticing her. The teen passed a group of men talking bumping into one wearing yellow shades having him look at her with a glare. "Hey watch where you going kid." said the guy. "Im sorry lady but we got places to go." said the teen having the ginger with a white suit laugh. "She called you a lady Chow." said the ginger pointing to him. "Shut up, Fin. Next time we meet. Youre dead." said Chow. "Come on. Shes just a kid." said a very large man. "The Big Man is ight but i can take ya down with my hands behind my back." said the teen. "She's into worth it. Come on lets get going." said the man witht he dark suit slightly hunched. "Later Ladies and Mr. Big." said the teen walking around the corner. She walked down seeing a girl with short hair wearing orange hoodie over a white long sleeve shirt and jeans getting out of a taxi. the girl had her stuff taken out by the driver when her back contents spilled out from a tear at the bottom. "Let me help ya there kid." said the teen walking over. She helped her pick up her school stuff following her into a shop with the driver seeing an elder man behind the register. "Jade Chan. Nice to see my great niece but who are you?" said the man. "Her stuff spilled out of her backpack when i turned around the block." said the teen. "Thanks." said Jade. "Nice place. Mind if looked around." said the teen. "Are you going to buy anything?" said the elder man. "You got something i like." said the teen. "Whatever but you break. You pay. JACKIE!" the elder man shouted upstairs. The teen didnt pay much attention looking at the books and the artifacts while the adults talk and Jade pouting about not looking like she didnt want to be here. She opened one of the books reading it until she saw the men from earlier walking in after the elder left with with a shield. Sensing something was off she listened i about them wanting the shield but Jackie lied saying the shield was gone until two of the men started knocking down vases.

Jackie quickly caught them one by one using his martial arts moves to keep them from breaking and sat down seeing them including Jade looking surprised. "You ladies better go before you wake up in a hospital." said the teen getting their attention. "No need. I have this taken care of." said Jackie. "Just undonate that shield for your families safety by this time tomorrow." said Fin rubbing Jades head. They soon left while Jackie quietly followed them getting the teens interest when the elder man named uncle came back. "Watch Jade and hide the shield." said Jackie leaving the store. "What is up with the shield?" said the teen. "Its nothing but an ancient artifact my nephew found. Now buy something or leave." said Uncle. "Can at least look at it?" said the teen looking at him. "Alright." said Uncle leading her inside to the back. "Whats your name?" he asked approaching the shield. "Izora." said the teen looking at the artifact in front of them. It was solid gold with Chinese writing in the middle next to a stone that's has a red rooster carved into it. "Looks familiar." said Izora. "Then help me." said Uncle. "Whats in it for me?" said Izora. "How about i don't kick you out?" said Uncle. "Shield not important." said Izora looking at it. "What you mean?" said Uncle. "I read some scrolls at a shop before it all disappeared in a fire. It actually says Shield not Important. So what does this stone do? It does have the zodiac symbol of the rooster." said Izora. "Aiiiyaaah! Why didnt i see this before? You go and watch Jade." said Uncle going to his desk to do more research. Izora was about to speak up but realized it was way to quiet in the shop having her look around to find Jade gone. She went outside to see where she went but sign of her then ran to the alley looking to make sure no one was watching before running up the brick just high enough to jump off doing a black flip engulfing her body into flames transforming into a crimson red and black scaled dragon. With a quick flap of her large wings Izora took off above the clouds to find Jade taking a better a look at the roads, buildings, and alleys for a good few minutes until she spotted her opening a back door going inside.

Getting on the edge of the roof Izora jumped off to do her front flip landing down on her feet to open the door to find two men wearing suits stopping her from going in. "Get a move on kid. This a restricted area." said the first man. "Do you need a special pass or something because i saw a kid go in easily just a minute ago." said Izora. "We didn't see a kid but you going in. Now go or we'll call the cops." said the second man. "They are only going to find a complete waste of time by the time they get here to find you both unconscious." said Izora. "Is that a threat?" said the first man. "No a promise. whats that noise?" said Izora turning her head to the right to find the telephone booth open like an elevator to show Jackie, Jade, and a man in trench coat. "Izora?! What are you doing here?" said Jade looking at her surprised. "Looking for you." Said Izora. "But you don't know me?" Said Jade. "I know you sly as a tox and you have idea what kind of danger kids can get into when they wonder off like that." Said Izora. "Good. You can take great home while I get the shield to save Uncle." Said Jackie leaving in a taxi. "Come on." Said Izora throwing Jade quickly over her shoulder. "But we have to help Jackie." Said Jade. "From those that I saw he can handle himself." Said Izora walking out ofthe alley while the man left in his car. "What he is Bing set up? Who's gonna watch m then if something happens to them?" Said Jade. "Dont you have a family?" She asked hearing a growl from Izora. "Fine! Just shut up." Said Izora throwing Jade up high in rhe air as she transforms into a dragon once the coast was clear and took off to catch Jade on her back flying into the clouds. "You're a dragon?!" Sais Jade holding onto her long black mane. "Didn't I say shut up." Said Izora. "Its not everyday I see something this cool. I wanna know." Said Jade. "Be quiet or I'll drop you in a dumpster." Said Izora hearing her pout. Sje looked around seeing Jackie being chased down by some ninjas thn flew down enough for Jade to jump off.

"Dont do anything stupid until it's safe." Said Izora before taking off to th roof tops. She inhaled and blew out fire at the ninjas causing to them vanish into smoke even fight some of them attacking her as well. "What is a dragon doing her?" Said Jackie. "Less talking. More fighting." Said Izora throwing one of the ninjas at the group behind him. She used her tail as a whip to knock the shield out of the ninjas hand causing it to fly like Frisbee towards Jade who caught it. Jackie then got on Izoras back to get th shield but the large man showd having Uncle in a choke hold naking them stop. "Let them have it. It's not worth taking an old man's life." Sais izora after Jackie got off her back. The man smirked walking inside with the shield leaving the trio without a second thought.  "So much for saving the world from evil." Said Jackie. "Shield not important. Izora from the ship translated it and i done research. It's the talisman." Said Uncle. "Like this one." Said Jade taking it out from hr pocket. "Sneaky little Fox." Said Izora. "See. It's the zodiac symbol of the Rooster. There's eleven more of these each possess different powers." Said Uncle. "Well good you have it with you. Bye." Said Izora taking off with a flap of her wings taking off into the clouds. "Who was she?" Said Jaxkie lookin at Uncle. "Thats Izora." Said Jade. "Jade. Izora is probably somewhere in San Francisco looking for you. She can't be a dragon. Right Uncle?" Said Jackie. "Do I look like I know everything?! We go now." Said Uncle seeing the man from before arrive in his car. He and the others got into ht car to the restricted area known as Section 13 to keep th talisman safe. Izora soon enough got to her home which wasn't much but was better than nothing with was an abandoned apartment that was boarded up and covered in graffiti. She went through the broken window after turning back going to her room that was just a worn out mattress with a thin blanket and hiking backpack that she hid behind some drywall that were broken. This was only temporary as this is a hotspot for squatters and for other criminal activity by her meeting a few when she got here to weeks ago. She just looked, exchange some words without fighting, and go on their way. Something she picked up on her own from being on the streets for years and think that family won't be much of a bother to her as it was today.

[kay-wren]

I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 24

Jessie couldn't believe that was the end of her and Rafe once more. She rode to the airport thinking Rafe would call her or stop her somehow, but he didn't. She walked to the gate thinking that she would hear Rafe's voice call out to her as he ran to catch her, but she didn't. She thought maybe she would touch down in OBX and see Rafe already there, but that didn't happen either. Rafe never came. Jessie wondered if that was how Rafe felt four years ago when he realized he would never see Jessie again. How many days or weeks or months did it take him to no longer have hope that she would come running back to him? Jessie could never forget the endless calls and texts she got from Rafe when she first left, but she could never bring herself to block him. It didn't take long for her to get to Manhattan before she got a new phone, only giving JJ the number through the mail. Jessie wondered how many times Rafe called and texted the old number before he eventually gave up... did he give up? Jessie finally got a taste of her own medicine, and she couldn't help but feel even worse for Rafe. She was pulled out of her thoughts when her cab had arrived back at the Chateau, all the pogues running out and yelling things out of excitement. Unfortunately, their beaming smiles weren't enough to coax Jessie out of her sadness, but, as she always does, she put on a semblance of a smile. 

JJ was the first to get to the cab, as he opened Jessie's door, he immediately pulled her into a hug.

"Hey sis." JJ exclaimed as he breathed a sigh of relief. JJ was so happy to see that Jessie had made it back and that she was okay. Well, at least physically. Jessie tried to fake a smile and act like she was overjoyed to be back with the pogues, yet her heart longed to be in two different places: either with Rafe in the Bahamas or with her daughter back in Manhattan. She couldn't make up her mind which she wanted more in that moment. She managed a half smile to JJ and the rest of the pogues as she greeted them.

"Is this what I think it is." JJ said in disbelief as he pulled the two large duffel bags out of the cab's trunk.

Jessie turned around and nodded her head with a smile. She couldn't say exactly what was in it, obviously, the cab driver was still there and had no idea. But as soon as the pogues watched the driver pull away, Jessie began to speak.

"200 million. Cash money." Jessie said, not even looking at JJ as she kept her eyes on the taxi driver.

"Is he far enough away yet for us to celebrate?" John B asked nonchalantly.

"Nooot quuuuuite." JJ replied as they all waited for the driver to make the turn out of the driveway.

"Alright, he's gone." JJ said as he started running around the yard of the chateau like a chicken with its head cut off. All the pogues screamed and celebrated like they had found the gold all over again. They were elated, Jessie had never seen so much excitement. Jessie only giggled at the pogues, not truly being able to celebrate with them. Her mind and her heart were else where. As she watched the pogues celebrate she zoned out into her own world, thinking of Rafe and Charlotte. She didn't care about the money, she wanted the both of them, preferably together.

"Jess? You listening?" JJ asked loud enough to interrupt Jessie's racing mind.

"Huh?" Jessie replied as she shook her head, trying to focus back in.

"I was saying, you've gotta take some of this. You deserve it. You need this... for you and Charlotte." JJ answered as his voice got quieter. The pogues had reigned themselves back in as well, silently agreeing with nods. The pogues clearly wanted her to take her cut, but Jessie couldn't bring herself to do it. She may have gained a fortune, but she lost everything... again. It felt like blood money. She could never take it because she would be reminded of the painful memories of what it took to get it.

"No, really, I can't. I told you guys from the beginning I didn't want a penny and I still don't." Jess insisted. The pogues all tried to continue to convince her but Jessie only shook her head in defiance. "Seriously, guys. I can't, and I won't. Take it... enjoy it." Jessie said with a sincere smile on her face. Jessie genuinely wasn't jealous of this fortune the pogues now had, she was truly happy JJ had what he needed to get him through, that's all she ever wanted for him.

Sarah finally came forward, looking at Jessie with pity and curiosity.

"So... do I really... have a niece?" Sarah asked with hope in her voice. Sarah had been thinking about what this meant for her too. She was beyond excited.

Jessie only laughed and nodded her head yes. "Yeah... you all do." Jessie replied as she looked at all the pogues. They all began to tear up as they realized what this meant. Not only did they have their older sister back, the one that always believed in them and took care of them, but now they had a niece to spoil and love on forever. Now they all had a bond that could never be broken again. They all gathered around each other, forming one big hug and uttered words of love among each other. They were proud of what they had accomplished, and yet Jessie couldn't feel like a worse person. Despite her joy of finding an old family in the pogues once more, her heart was still missing something. She knew what it was, but she couldn't tell the pogues.

That night the pogues spent the evening still acting like nothing had changed. Despite being multi-millionaires, they partied like pogues, drinking beer, chilling in the hot tub, and just joking around like they were as poor as they came. They didn't know what tomorrow held, but for tonight, they were pogues.

"For the record..." Sarah began to speak as she sat beside Jessie on the porch. "I don't think Rafe's going to let his daughter go now that he knows." She said as she took a drink from her aluminum can.

Jessie just sighed and adjusted herself in her seat. "Yeah, I don't think so either. That's what I'm afraid of." Jessie admitted.

"Look, I get that Rafe's not perfect. And I completely understand why you left and didn't tell anyone. But Rafe never let you go. He still hasn't. He's tried to fill that void for years and has never been successful. I'm telling you, he can't let it go, Jess. And I don't think you should be afraid of that. I think this is an opportunity to get back what was lost years ago." Sarah stated.

"I don't know, Sarah." Jessie hesitated as she took a drink. 24 hours ago, she might have agreed with Sarah. But seeing how Rafe dismissed Jessie just hours ago, as if she was scum on the bottom of his shoe, really showed her that maybe he really hadn't changed.

"Well, I do. But maybe it's just some food for thought." Sarah said plainly.

Jessie definitely thought about Sarah's words that night as she lay in bed. Maybe Rafe really wasn't over her. But how long would it take for him to realize that and do something about it? Maybe she was the one that needed to make a move? After all, she was the one that left him, twice. But she had every reason to, both times! Jessie couldn't think about it any longer, it was making her head hurt. She opted to try and go to sleep.

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"You sure I can't got with you, Jess?" JJ pleaded once more as he loaded Jessie's luggage into the cab. Jessie just laughed, thinking how sweet it was that JJ was so ready to meet his niece. He had been bugging Jessie all morning about it.

"I'm sure, JJ. I need some time with her, to explain some things that she deserves to know. I know she's only three but I need to prepare her with what she can handle. But I promise, as soon as I get settled back in, you'll be the first person I call to come and see her." Jessie assured. JJ understood, and with that, they said their goodbyes. This goodbye was much different— much better— than the first. This time there was a promise to see each other again, and to stay in contact. That's all JJ could ask for. Jessie said her goodbyes to the pogues as well.

"You let me know if there's anything I can do for you." Sarah said as she gave Jessie a warm hug. "And don't be afraid to reach out to Rafe, no matter how much you think he doesn't want to hear from you, I promise he does." Sarah said once more. She couldn't let that hope go, but that's mainly because she's seen how much Rafe loved— loves— Jessie, and she knows deep down without even talking to him, how much he still wants her. There were a lot of things about Rafe Cameron that Sarah could never quite figure out, but his love for Jessie despite years of heartbreak and distance, was one of the only things she was sure of. Jessie just tried to shrug it off and politely take Sarah's advice.

Jessie finally made it to the airport gate, once again repeating the same thoughts. Maybe Rafe would come running through that gate trying to stop Jessie from making the biggest mistake of her life. After this there was no going back. As she looked back one last time, she realized she was out of time. And with that, she stepped on the plane back to Manhattan.

[mintymelty]

YHS: A Serialization [] 6. Her Name is Rio

╰┈➤ ❝ [Rio - Duran Duran] ❞

⇗𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚢⇖-

💙: Kat “Kathy”

🌻: Evan

🐼: Olivia “Liv”

🖤: Kai

💝: Miyuki

🧨(?): James Ashton

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🐏: “YEAHHHHHHUUUUUUUHH!! CHUG THAT SH[REDACTED]!!”

🐼: “Oh my god, Jeb! It’s just a Depsi, stop screaming. You’re gonna give Evan a noise complaint.”

💙: (…Is it too late to go back-)

🚕💨💨

The taxi fired up its engine and flew out of Miller Avenue, as if even the driver wanted nothing to do with TC (Traum County).

🐼: “Hey girl! Didn’t know you’d make it.”

💙: “Hi, Liv. And yeah, it was a pain to get here.”

🐼: “Yeahhhh, tell me about it! Did you know the Redstone Link is down? James’ broski got stabbed by some gang kid on one of the busses.”

💙: “Ouch, is he OK?”

🐼: “I’m pretty sure. He’s still in the hospital, but the doctors said he’ll be out soon. Apparently, the guy almost got him in the neck!”

💙: “Double ouch. Did the “gang kid” get caught? And why’d he do it?”

🐼: “The fuzz had gang-dude for a while, but he escaped. Somehow.”

🐼: “And no-one knows for sure why he did it. I thought it was like a robbery gone wrong, but James’ broski still had his wallet.”

💙: “Huh… I hope he gets caught soon. Anyways can I have a drink? My throat’s pretty dry.”

🐼: “Yeah, there’s some Depsi and Spite in the cooler. No more water, though.”

💙: “Thanks. I hope your, uh, “broski” gets better.”

🐼: “No problem, Kathy! I’ll wait for James to finish prepping his keytar. The Exiled Angels are gonna be covering some new songs that use it!”

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So James’ friend was the stabbing victim… and James is a part of… um, Evan’s band. I should try and ask them for more info.

But in the meantime, I need to quench my thirst. Ever since sophomore year, I haven’t talked as much as I used to, and now my mouth hurts all the time. But I guess it’s a good thing, because at least I have friends again.

*sip*

…doesn’t even taste that good.

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💖: “Kai?”

🖤: “Uh.. yeah?”

💝: “Do you want to leave? You seem really nervous…”

🖤: “It’s okay.. I can’t keep running away-“

💙: “Running away from what?”

💝🖤: “EEEK!”

💙: “AHHH! Uh- Sorry! Did I interrupt something?”

💝: “Kai?”

🖤: “N-no, It’s okay. You scared him off.”

I looked over to where Kai was pointing. Surely enough, Austin was gone. Good riddance.

💝: “Hihi! Sorry about that, my name’s Miyuki, and this is…”

🖤: “Kai.”

💙: “Nice to (properly) meet you two! My name’s Kat, and I can juggle red solo cups!”

💝: “Cool! But why did you specify cups?”

💙: “Because, uh, if I try juggling anything else God will literally strike me down with lightning.”

🖤: “..really?”

💙: “Yeah! Wanna see??”

🖤: “Umm-“

💝: “Kai, Kat won’t actually get hit with lightning!”

🖤: “…really..”

💙: “No- I mean yeah I can like basically summon lightning! Let me-“

🌻: “Hey!”

💙: “ACK- Goshdangit I keep getting sneak-attacted! Hi… Evan, right?”

🌻: “Yeah! I wasn’t able to give you my name before…my bad.”

💙: “It’s O.K.! I’m Kat, the pink one is Miyuki and the navy one is Kai.”

💝: “That’s me!”

🖤: *👋🏾*

🌻: “Nice of you three to make it! Wait, if you remember people by color, then what color am I?”

💙: “Hmm…. is it ok if I say white?”

🌻: “WOW.. my name’s that suburban?? Uncool..”

💙: “SorryI’mjustjoking!! There’s nothing wrong with-“

🌻: “Having a name as white as picket fences? Yeaaahhhh…”

💙: “Yeahhh… NO I mean I don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Is it ok to joke about-“

🌻: “Yeah, no, I don’t mind. It kinda comes with the territory of being one of the few fully white kids at Yamada. Don’t worry about hurting my feels, my five year old neighbor is more ruthless than you.”

💙: “Ok! I’m glad we cleared this… HEY! I can out-roast that kid any day of the week!”

🌻: “Are you suree??”

💙: “Yes! I’m sureee, I’m just too nice to unleash my creatively cruel insults. Be grateful for my mercy.”

💝: “Aww…”

🌻: “Oh, my fault dude! Do you-“

💝: “There’s nothing wrong, it’s just that you two are so cute together!”

🌻: “Wait… cute as in kittens?”

💙: “She means cute as in romantic.”

🌻: “OH. I- uh..”

💙: “Wait, do you have a girlfriend?”

🌻: “Well-no it’s just that I don’t really-“

💝: “Wanna make it official yet. I get it! You wanna take it slow..”

💙: “Make sure that we don’t do anything stupid…”

💝: “Because the best relationships are the ones that have time to grow!”

🌻: “I mean.. I guess-“

🧨: “AYE! KENNEDY! GET OVER HERE BEFORE I TREAT YOU LIKE ONE.”

💙: “…What?”

🌻: “It’s a pun on my middle name. Anyways-“

Evan whipped his head around to face the voice coming from the garage.

🌻: “COMING, ASHTON.”

💙: “ᶜᵃⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵒ ʷᶦᵗʰ?”

🌻: “sᴜʀᴇ BUT CAN I BRING MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PERSON WITH?”

🧨: “F[REDACTED]ING WHO?”

🌻: “KAT.”

🧨: “…AS IN THE ANIMAL?”

🌻: “NO AS IN THE PERSON I JUST MET.”

🧨: “K WHATEVER JUST HURRY YOUR ASS WE’RE PERFORMING SOON.”

🌻: “K. Anyways! You’ll get to see how we set up our concerts!”

💙: “Cool! But what instrument do you play, anyways?”

🌻: “It’s kinda, like a secret.. you’ll know soon.”

💙: “Aight. Bye Miyuki and Kai!”

💝: “Good luck!”

🖤: “Don’t juggle anything. Please.”

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[yourkimjaejin]

MoJiLe Time Created

Hihi! This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while and I've worked up the courage to post it. This one revolves around how Maknae/Noona time was created. But I'm changing the name to MoJiLe Time because its cuter! Enjoy ~ Author Izzy

Legend: November 2018

Moxy walked into the quiet Dream dorm. She was a woman on a mission. She walked back to the dormroom with one destination in mind. She got distracted by the 2/3rds of Dream maknae line lying on Jisungs bed. It wasn’t normal for the two to sit in silence together. Moxy was obligated to see what's up. 

“Hey boys. You all good?”

Jisung turned his head to the left, meeting Moxy’s eyes, “We’re bored. The hyungs left us behind.” 

“Why don’t you just go out and do something, then?” 

Chenle huffed, “The manager said we were quote unquote too young to go out alone.” 

“Ahh.” Moxy was gonna leave but something kept her in place. She couldn’t just leave them like this. Moxy huffed, her plan would have to wait. 

“Alright put your shoes on and grab a jacket.” 

“What for?” “Why should we?” 

Moxy rolled her eyes, “Well I was gonna volunteer my services so you two can get out of the dorm. But if you’d rather stay here–” Moxy didn’t even have to finish her sentence before the two boys jumped up. Moving faster than ever, Moxy blinked and they were ready ushering her out of the door.

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First stop for the three was Chenle’s house. Right when they left the dorms, Chenle's mom called. After a few moments of rapid fire chinese Chenle turned taxi driver and gave his address. Chenle’s mom had cooked and told her son to invite his members over. What followed was Chenle showing off to others that Jisung and Moxy got his mother's food and the other didn’t. The three members couldn’t stop laughing everytime Haechan called to whine. 

From there, Moxy had a manager drive them to Lotte World. She couldn't stop smiling as she watched the boys run around and act like the kids they were. Sometimes remembering how much all the members gave up to be where they are leaves a heavy feeling that's hard to shake. That feeling fades as she watches Chenle and Jisung pick out animal headbands to wear. Jisung trying to argue against Chenle in favor of the headband with tiger ears (He was losing). Moxy got pulled into the fun too. They played at the playground and even convinced Jisung to go ice skating. 

Before heading back to the dorm, Jisung had their manager take them to a convenience store for ice cream. Their noona told the manager to go home for the night, the boys and her would take the long way home. As the building past them, the trio didn’t run out of thing to talk about. They even got a bit sentimental just as they arrived at their dorm building. Moxy dropped the two boys off at the Dream dorm before heading down to AG’s. 

Jisung’s voice calling out to her made her pause.

“What’s up Jiji?”

Jisung looked shy, which is adorable. “Could we– could we do this again? Tonight was so much fun.” Moxy couldn’t help herself. She ran over to ruffle Jisung’s hair. The younger accept the affection resignedly. 

“Of course we can. We’ll call it MoJiLe time.” With a promise for two weeks later, Moxy took the stairs to her dorm room. She wasn’t even surprised at the body waiting on her bed for her. 

Renjun sat up, “How was your evening?” 

“It was fun. While you and your friends were off gallivanting, I was entertaining the children.” Moxy slipped off her jacket before plopping onto her bed next to Renjun.

“It was for good reason.” Renjun's fingers started tracing random patterns on Moxy's leg

“Did you guys find presents?” Moxy asked. The singer hummed in agreement. “Good. Chenle deserves a big surprise from us for his 17th birthday.”

“Did you buy anything yet? We can go together if you want?” Renjun put an offer out there while walking to the door. It had been a long day dealing with 5 out of 7 members of Dream. 

“Thanks but I’m good. I got him a pair of shoes yesterday.” Moxy met him at the door. 

“Think we’ll get him to cry?” 

“I think we have a better chance at him laughing at us for surprising him. Have a good night.” Moxy watched him walk down the hall. 

“Night.”

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Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[joshuasearing]

Thursday 16th November 2023

Hey journal so yesterday was insane to say the least. So the rest of the car journey was pretty shit at one point we got stuck in an hour traffic where we was basically not moving well we were going very slow. Anyways we figured out the traffic was because this lorry had crashed and was damaged. Then at one point I tried to get hold of faith as I wanted to ask her a question but I couldn’t get a hold of her. I tried to call her like 20 times. Then my dad decided to get me data for my phone so then I could texted her. Anyways my dad got me to call o2 on my phone however they were busy so they put me on hold for ages. Then faith annoyingly started calling me however we were talking to them about the data, so my dad thought we might as well stay on call as I might need the 4g when In Leeds to help with contact my family if I want or need to. Also when I have 4g it helps my family track where I am at all times. Anyways after getting the data I called back faith then couldn’t get hold of her. Anyways long story short i got out the car where my dads hotel was. Then I met up with faith, her boyfriend, Chloe she this other boy called Josh. So we started the day of by going to this place called tenpin. It was good so when there we got one round of drinks and played some music. Also Faith was really anxious so she wouldn’t look at me for about 30 minutes.

Then after this we went to this bar called the three legs. When there we all just sat down and had a few drinks. Then also Josh new some of the people that work and also own the pub. Anyways one of the girls working there is 19 and she is he’s little brothers girlfriend. Anyways she tried to apparently make a move on him and he wasn’t having any of it however, he did have he’s hands round her so he was giving mix signals. The weird thing I did find out though which is really bad is she is 19 and the little brother is 15 years old. However they have lied to her and said that he is 16 so she thinks she is dating some of the legal age when she actually isn’t which is fucked. Then after a while we left and went to the bus stop as we were going to get the bus, however plans changed and we ended up back at the same pub. Anyways this 19 year old girl that I was on about finished work and ended up joining us in what we’re doing. Anyways when we went back one of her ex boyfriends were in the pub and an argument unfolded. This ex of hers already had a black eye as he already been in a fight that night which is stupid. Anyways that josh went to start on him then I thought there was going to be a fight It was absolutely ridiculous at one point I went to go a toilet however the fight look like it was going to happen in there so it was a bit awkward so I couldn’t go a toilet when that was happening. So I waited until the toilets were a bit less hectic. Anyways after a while we left this pub and got the bus. We then went to Josh’s dads house. If I am honest I don’t know how much I can write in here due to its really bad but stuff was happening in that house that shouldn’t be happening it was crazy. It was definitely out of my comfort zone it was crazy. Not a place I would often like to spend my time that’s all. All I’m going to say is people were doing curtain substances. After a while of being in here they booked a taxi as we planned to go to a different pub. Anyways the taxi got there however everyone was still messing about and leaving the taxi driver waiting. At one point I thought the taxi driver was driving away however I think one of them called him back so he came back. Anyways I went into the front seat of the taxi and we spoke to him about are jobs are day etc and where i had come from. If I am totally honest the guy was really nice and I really liked the taxi driver. Anyways once we got to the pub the people said in the pub that it was shut and was no longer open. Anyways so we stood out there for a while waiting for josh and Chloe as they didn’t get the taxi as there was not enough room so they were walking. Anyways we waited a good while and faith did not think they were turning up. Also Chloe was not answering her calls to make things worse. So what ended up happening is Faith called her Nan and asked whether us could stay round there for a bit. At first she was not the happiest with Faith understandably as it was late at night and she had just been asleep. Anyways we went round her nans and it was me, faith and her boyfriend at first for a little while. So we just sat down for a little while. Then after a while Chloe and them lot turned up at Faiths nans door. Also apparently they went in that pub and apparently it was still open. So I do not really know why we was not allowed in. Anyways once they turned up it was ok at first. They also brought pizza in for us to eat from this takeway near by. Anyways after a while things starting happening especially with arguments and people getting annoyed at each other. At one point Faith got really annoyed as she felt her birthday had been ruined as they planned to go clubbing and spend the night out however Chloe and Josh forgot there ID so that’s why it ended differently. Then also she felt Chloe was prioritising Josh over her so she was getting upset about that. Anyways it was going on tits up again. Also things were happening in this house as well which was getting to my head although I did not touch any substance. Just being around it was enough.

Anyways after a while we ended up walking back to Josh’s dads house. We were there originally to get whisky that was left there but no one could find it. So we ended up sitting in there for a little while then getting two taxis to Chloe’s house as the plan was for us to all sleep there. Anyways once we got there we listened to some music and danced for a bit. Then after a while Josh and Chloe said they were going to go on the more e-bike for a bit. Bare in mind this was the middle of the night. Anyways they left and after a few hours they were still gone and Faiths boyfriend went to sleep. So for a couple hours it’s was just me and Faith together. At one point we made spaghetti bolognaise together. Well she practically did it and I stood there. Then we ate it. Then when it hit about 5:30am Faith said we were not going to sleep here as Chloe was not coming back and that they can’t lock the door. She was worried about Chloe’s son Declan being horrible to me as he is a handful and that once I stopped talking to Faith and left he’s life he took it personally. Anyways Faith ended up calling another one of her nans and asking whether we could come round and sleep there. Obviously this understandably pissed of her Nan but she did say it is fine. Also I did try and convince that it would be fine if I slept at Chloe’s but she was not having it. Anyways we ended up walking about 20 minutes in the early morning to her nans bare in mind I’ve had practically had hardly any water or food the whole day, been surrounded by substance and had no sleep yet. Anyways once we got there I went right into the room where I was sleeping and let my dad that i have changed where I was sleeping. Anyways at first when I sss trying to sleep her nans cat kept coming in my room and started sniffing me and walking around me. Then her Nan opened the door and it felt so awkward as I had never properly met this lady in my life. Anyways speak to you later journal!

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey Olivia !! I hope you’re having a wonderful day ! I I was wondering if I can request a fic !! Bucky celebrating your birthday with friends . Maybe husband/dad Bucky or best friend (to lover) Bucky ! Whatever you feel like ! Sending you love Ollie xoxo

Don't Wanna Miss A Thing || Bucky Barnes

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, unprotected sex, fluff WC: 1.8k

Bucky Masterlist

You woke to a soft kiss on your forehead and watched Bucky’s silhouette flutter into focus as your eyes adjusted to the predawn light. Your eyes closed once again with a sleepy smile and you rolled off his pillow to give him space to join you.

“I missed you.” You murmured, feeling the bed dip as he climbed in and pulled you into his arms.

“I missed you too beautiful,” Bucky said with a yawn. “Sorry, it’s been a long few days.”

You knew that meant he hadn’t had a wink of sleep since he left your bed and so you snuggled closer to rest your head on his chest. “You’re home babe, you can sleep now.”

"Not a chance, doll. I'm not missing a minute more of your birthday."

His fingertips drew lazy circles across your skin as you both watched the sun break the horizon and flood the room in its warm glow. All too soon you heard the creak of the floorboards in the hall and Bucky’s smile grew wider at the sound alone before he grabbed the blankets and pulled them over his head. 

A head of brown hair and pair of blue eyes peeked through the doorway, the excited smile quickly drooping when your son didn’t immediately spot his dad. He looked at the teddy in his hand, a superhero Build-a-Bear that had an embroidered vibranium arm - just what Bucky had promised he would get while he was away. 

“What’s wrong JJ?” You asked as you nudged Bucky to stay quiet.

“I thought…daddy was home.” JJ hiccuped as he started to get emotional and hugged the teddy. “I miss him.”

The sheet fell away and JJ screamed with excitement as he climbed up the bed and scrambled across. 

“I missed you too buddy.” Bucky soothed as he pulled his son into his arms before reaching for you to join. “So, so much.”

“If you really missed us that much you wouldn’t go away again.” JJ pouted, his blue eyes shimmering with tears.

Bucky ruffled the dark brown hair atop James Jr’s head and placed a soft kiss on the mess. “I have to go away sometimes but I will always come back.”

“There’s a lot of people out there that need daddy’s help, sweetheart. It makes it his responsibility to try, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss us terribly when he’s away.” You explained. “He still makes it home for all the important things, the unmissable things. Did you know he was on a mission the day you were born?”

“No.” The young man sat up straighter with eagerness to hear the tale. 

“He sprinted the entire length of the city trying to make it in time to see you arrive.” You laughed remembering the day like it was only yesterday. You had been so worried he wouldn’t make it but then he crashed through the doors and into the delivery room where you were holding back the urge to push. “And he made it, just like he promised.”

“I promised I would never miss a birthday and do you know whose birthday it is today?” Bucky asked JJ as he pointed to you. “It’s mommy’s! So you need to give her a super big hug before we all get dressed and go out for breakfast.”

“It’s not a birthday without birthday waffles.” JJ giggled as he wrapped his little arounds around your neck. “Happy birthday mom.”

“Thank you again for looking after him, Morgan. If you have any trouble just call me or Bucky or your mom, or call out to EDITH.”

“Relax Mrs Barnes, JJ is a great kid. We will be fine playing the new VR game I made, totally immersive, he won’t even realise you guys are gone.” She grinned as she continued unpacking the electronics she had brought with her, so much like her father was except more responsible thanks to Pepper’s genes.

“Come on, doll. Taxi is here.” Bucky called from the doorway. “Morgan’s got this.” 

“Ok, ok.” You sighed and retreated to the honking cab driver, waving once again to JJ before he got too distracted by the new toys she had brought him. “See you in the morning, be good for Morgie, I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he said as the last of his focus was lost and he grabbed the headset and controller that had emerged from Morgan’s bag.

“Do you remember when he used to cry for us not to go?” you asked as you slipped into the taxi while Bucky held the door open for you. “Where did that little boy go?”

“He grew up and became independent.” Bucky chuckled and sat beside you, slipping his hand into yours. “Maybe that means it’s time for another.”

“Oh god,” you laughed. “Can you imagine going back to sleepless nights, changing diapers, teething? You really do have a short memory my love.”

Bucky cringed as you pointed out the struggles of a newborn. “Must have been that knock to the head I took.”

“We are not conceiving from a concussion, no thank you,” you teased as you brushed your fingers through his hair, feeling a slight bump at the back. “It must have been hard, it still hasn’t fully healed.”

“It’s that damn shield.” Bucky sighed, rubbing the spot. “Some asshole threw me right into it as Sam launched it. You know, for someone who doesn’t have an ounce of serum he’s bloody strong.”

“Poor Sam.” You frowned before laughing at Bucky’s incredulous face.

“Poor Sam?” he repeated. “I got hit.”

“I just mean, Sam would be feeling so guilty," you said as you kissed Bucky’s cheek. “Did that make your boo boo better?”

He turned to catch your next kiss on his lips, humming in satisfaction. “Much better.”

“$25.40,” the cabby shouted through the perspex divider as he came to a stop and you jumped apart at the sudden noise.

Bucky shoved $30 through the slot and got out to open your door while you fought the urge to tell the man to use his inside voice. All words were lost as Bucky took your hand and pulled you into the bustling street and across to the restaurant that was full of all your closest friends. 

“Oh, Bucky, how?” you asked as you waved to friends you hadn’t seen in years, the path of parenthood and life married to a superhero taking you away from them. Seeing them brought back all the memories and when they rushed to embrace you it was a relief to know that time distance couldn’t change the friendship. 

“Where can I find a man like that?” your friend sighed as she watched Bucky continue to greet the other guests. “You are so damn lucky.”

“Don’t I know it.” You chuckled, looping your arm through theirs and aiming for the bar to catch up on everything you had missed. 

You were well on your way to being tipsy when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you leant back into him, inhaling deeply as he cologne filled your senses. 

“Having fun, doll?” he asked quietly in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. 

“I am,” you said as you turned in his arms and gave him an appreciative kiss, giving your thanks with your lips. “I can’t wait to get home and show you just how much I appreciate the hard work you put into this.”

His eyes darkened beneath the string lights that were hung around the bar and he pulled your hips to his while his lips caressed the sensitive spot at the hollow of your throat. “You had to tell me this now, didn’t you. Torturing me with your tempting body and teasing promises. It’s a good thing I love you.”

You jumped as he nipped your throat and he chuckled at the squeak you produced before stepping away. “Go, have fun.”

“Where are you going?” you asked as he turned you back to your friends. 

He jutted his thumb over his shoulder towards the bathrooms and whispered in your ear. “Bad case of blue balls because of a certain little minx.”

 “Do you need a hand?” you offered, biting your lip at the growl that rumbled from his chest.

“You will be the death of me, Mrs Barnes,” he said with a shake of his head and a small smile as he wove through the crowd to the bathrooms. You were still watching him when he looked over his shoulder at the door and sent a wink across the room.

Your friends had stopped talking and you realised one of them had asked a question. “Sorry, I’ll be back shortly. I think I left my phone in the bathroom.”

They giggled knowingly as you skirted the room and slipped through the darkened doorway. A hand clamped over your mouth as you were pulled into the cleaning closet on the other side and Bucky shut the door behind him. 

“I thought you might follow,” he chuckled in your ear, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” you promised as you unbuckled his belt, his hands working to shimmy your dress over your hips. 

Your movements were rushed with the need to feel him inside you so there was no hesitation when he hooked your legs around his hips and buried himself to the hilt with you braced against the door. You prayed the music of the club drowned out your moans as he stretched and filled you with a furious pace that left your head spinning.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Bucky moaned in your ear. “Been wanting to fill you up all day, doll. Feel how hard you make me.”

You couldn’t articulate a response as he pounded into you, your orgasm quickly approaching with every long, hard thrust. Your fingers clutched at his dress shirt, wrinkling the material as you desperately grabbed anything you could for purchase.

“Shhhh,” he chuckled as your cries crescendoed and he silenced you with a deep kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth as he his cock dominated your cunt.

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m so close,” you panted breathlessly, the wave of your orgasm cresting and breaking over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shuddering against you as he found his own release.

“We should get back,” you murmured as he gently lowered you to the floor on shaky legs.

“In a minute, doll.” Bucky straightened your dress and pulled his own pants up before wrapping you back into his arms. “I’m not ready to share you with everyone again just yet.”

[elf-osamu]

I love your bakery!reader x ranpo hcs that you did and I'm here bearing with another request!

I was watching extraordinary attorney woo and then there this one scene in EP 2 that I absolutely love and want to have a bsd rendition of

Basically the reader and the guys (Dazai and kunikida separately) have to go undercover in a hotel for an investigation. They decided to go as a couple who's going to get married since the hotel is known for it wedding services.

Reader tries out a wedding dress while he subtly collect info. Hcs for how they react to seeing their crush in a wedding dress 👀

a/n : hey, first of all thank you !! i'm glad you liked them <3 second, i just started watching this k-drama !! + at first… i didn’t read “hcs”, so there also scenarios about this :”) hope you don’t mind. by the way, in these one-shots + hcs the wedding outfit isn't described, so it can be interpreted as a suit/tuxedo, a bridal gown or another item of clothing, basically anything y'all feel more comfortable with !

“SOMEDAY, I’LL MARRY YOU”

[ masterlist ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated !! ]

fluff, maybe a bit of angst in dazai’s but nothing too major ig, romantic relationship (not estabilished yet), osamu dazai, doppo kunikida (separately) x gn!reader (they/them prns used)

warning(s) : not proofread !

words count : 1451 words

plot : “how would kunikida and dazai react if they saw their crush wearing a wedding outfit?”

DOPPO KUNIKIDA :

[ ☆ ] absolutely lovestruck.

[ ☆ ] he’d try anything to seem impassible about the current situation, because he’s absolutely not affected in the slightest/sarc.

[ ☆ ] however, his reddened ears and neck say otherwise.

[ ☆ ] they’re stunning, they’re stunning, is all he can repeat to himself.

[ ☆ ] make a fool of him for his behaviour and he will bask in a state of self-pity.

[ ☆ ] he’ll write something in his notebook along the lines of “day x, my soul left my body because of my infatuation for [name]. how am i suppose to look at them again, after how i behaved?”

[ ☆ ] ‘dramatic’ or not, he’d need a few days to recover from this embarassing experience.

doppo was nearly always a diligent, reliable person anyone could count on, accomplishing his work with extreme earnestness and without causing much trouble as he acted composed and confident in his abilities; that, however, didn’t mean he wasn’t internally panicking, questioning himself which was the right way to go in order to respect his ideal and at the same time not to cause drastic effects on the outside world.

in fact, quite a few cases he had to fulfill had been indeed stressful: working at the agency wasn’t something easy nor peaceful.

nevertheless, this time kunikida felt a different kind of uneasiness making its way in his chest, a more bearable one which was however rendering him still nervous. the worst part was that he was absolutely aware of the reason behind this tormenting and exhausting emotion.

an all too familiar, and welcomed to his ears, voice snapped him back to reality: “doppo, we’ve arrived at the destination. could you pass me the documents contained in your briefcase regarding our miss- wedding, dear?”

he was well conscious that you said those words to not make the taxi driver suspicious, but his heart still skipped a beat or two.

“of course,” he answered, almost too quickly, and passed you the folder regarding the case, avoiding your gaze the best he could. he didn’t want you to notice the blush present on his cheeks.

doppo couldn’t accept the state he was in, the state you put him in. his focus should have been on the mission you two had to complete, on the obstacles both of you could have encountered that day, not on you nor on your fake-programmed wedding. yes, it was only a cover for the actual mission, but due to his true feelings he couldn’t help but feel a little worried at the thought of it. what would have you thought, if he let the words he couldn’t bear to think about slip from his mouth?

he sighed and some common sense seemed to take hold of him through his quiet breath.

work was still work no matter what he could have thought: it didn’t change his priority, that was the case. he had to simply do his job, like he always did.

after paying the taxi driver, you both got out of the vehicle and looked at the famous hotel in front of you, gently illuminated by the morning light: it gave the building an imposing aura, which suited the rumors about the hotel perfectly.

as you two walked through the entrance door and made sure to present yourselves with your false documents and identities, a staff member accompanied both of you to a comfortable room where someone — probably their manager — was waiting for you on a beige armchair.

the initial talk lasted some time, especially because of kunikida’s subtle questions, which were used to get more information about that enchanting yet bizarre place, and your attempts to seem his romantic partner.

now, you had to try a wedding outfit for the mission’s sake. doppo looked down at his wristwatch: fifteen more minutes and then you could have discussed peacefully about the case without prying eyes watching your every movement.

a sudden rastle made him raise his head and, when he saw your figure wrapped in the fabric of the wedding outfit, his heart started pumping faster.

describing you with the adjective “wonderful” would have been a terrible understatement.

“love, what do you think about—“ your words died in your throat at the sight of your work colleague being so mesmerized by your new look.

kunikida cleared his throat and compliment your outfit without showing his emotions through his voice, trying to seem perfectly fine. which he wasn’t, for the matter.

one day i’ll marry them, he thought with a self-assuredness he didn’t ever suppose to own.

OSAMU DAZAI :

[ ☆ ] he isn’t someone who expresses his genuine feelings often. in order to manage them, they have to be suppressed by him/neg.

[ ☆ ] but, sometimes he can be caught by surprise, without being able to disguise what’s on his mind.

[ ☆ ] so, looking at you with a wedding outfit on would cause him to… well, short out.

[ ☆ ] the glint in his eyes and the look of pure astonishment present on his charmed gaze would betray his false composure.

[ ☆ ] for one of the few times in his life, osamu would be at a loss for words.

closeness: a relationship stage where the two or more people involved began to grew closer to each other, a warm feeling of belonging which allowed human beings to trust other individuals. something that osamu had experienced in his past, something that now caused almost dread in his heart at the sole thought of it. it didn’t matter if it was of a platonic or romantic nature, the young man couldn’t seem to rest, not if it meant to think about his deepest wishes and fears.

as he looked at the documents on the table, dazai melancholically suspired.

if he didn’t have an infatuation on you, it would have been easier to play his role, to act indifferent and suppress his feelings, as he always did; however, in this case, he should have been sincere about his own emotions, a thing which he feared more than anything: something of such nature, as thoughts and feelings were, couldn’t be controlled. and, to not be in control meant to be vulnerable, with no protection. when moments like these came, where his mind was wandering too fast, the loss of control and certainty dazai made sure to have at any time started to become a terrible burden. he didn’t wish to be hurt again.

the fact that he — osamu dazai, a former member of the armed detective agency who possessed an incredible intellect and was always aware of his surroundings — didn’t notice your presence because of his thoughts about you was another thing that had to be added at the list of cons about his infatuation. though, the thing was that he was doing his best to disregard the pros.

“osamu, did you find anything about the case yet?”, your voice interrupted his internal ramblings, “a track or clues, perhaps? i talked with some staff members but their mouths seem sealed: i didn’t get anything out of our conversations, unfortunately”.

dazai couldn’t help but genuinely wonder about the carefulness present in your voice when you called him by his name: when did you start using it to refer to him? when did your relationship as colleagues take this turn? especially, why, deep in his heart, did he seem to appreciate it?

“hmm, not quite yet. i still need some time to gather other information,” he slowly spoke, still confused by his own mind.

a playful grin appeared on your lips. “it just so happens that we will soon have to try our wedding clothes on, and there we’ll have plenty of time to investigate. so, i suggest you get ready”.

both of you passed the way to the dress room cautiously discussing the mission and joking about your situation. when you arrived at your destination, osamu was the first who had to try his outfit: although he would have liked picking something to just annoy you, pretending to be back to himself, in the end dazai chose a classic wedding suit.

however, when it was your turn, he suddenly became nervous: he distracted himself trying to vaguely question some of the staff members. but, when you appeared in front of him with the wedding outfit on, he almost risked fainting.

they’re… wow. i’ll marry them, someday.

“uh, is the outfit that bad?” you pouted, confused, half reciting and half sincere.

osamu wasted no time to deny your question. “no no— my dearest, this outfit suits you very well. you’re… stunning, indeed”.

“oh, that look is full of love, [surname]. you can’t be mistaken, he’ll surely be a good husband”, a staff member said between compliments.

now was your turn to be too shocked to answer.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]