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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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The Things We Can’t Tell Pete About iii

Colson takes you on your first date.

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, teeth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2721

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Friday couldn’t come soon enough, even though it was only 5 days after your encounter at Pete’s house. You had been texting each other all week, he would send you pictures of him in the studio and you would tell him of the various artists you were working with.

And you were both avoiding Pete like the plague.

You felt bad, you really did. You loved your older brother, a lot. But if you were around him you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from telling him about the date. You told him everything, and it was already hard enough not to tell him when you weren’t around him.

You were so nervous about hiding the date beforehand that you never stopped to consider what would happen afterwards. On one hand if it went really well, there would most likely be more, and if it went really bad, you’d have to explain to Pete why you didn’t want to be around the guy you’d gotten along so well with.

None of that crossed your mind. What did cross your mind, however, was that you had no idea where you were going. You had been asking Colson all week, trying to plan an outfit, but he wouldn’t tell you.

You’ll find out on Friday.

Okay but that still doesn’t help me

You’ll look amazing in whatever you wear

I will end you -_-

I would let you

You smiled a bit too wide when you read that, a blush coming to your cheeks.

Just wear something casual 😊

“JuSt WeAr SoMeThInG cAsUaL”

I mean you could just show up naked…

-_-

Just saying ;p

Watch yourself Kelly

I’d rather watch you

Friday came along, and you were looking at the clock every 5 minutes. Lea, a new artist that you had been writing with for the past few months, took notice. “Someone’s got a big date tonight.”

You tilted your head and sent a joking glare to the girl. “I’m just saying, you’re looking at the clock like it’s gonna explode.” She smiled as you sighed.

“I haven’t been on a date in so fucking long, Lea.” You whined, throwing your head back, “I’m so excited.”

She chuckled, “who’s the lucky guy?” She shook her shoulders and you let out a giggle.

“I technically can’t tell you that.”

Her eyes went wide, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

You smiled widely, “technically speaking I’m not supposed to be going on a date with him. He’s kind of my brother’s best friend.”

Her jaw dropped, hands spreading on the table, “you’re joking!” You laughed loudly, shaking your head. “Y/N that’s against sibling law!”

“I know, I know. But it’s not my fault he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen and he’s into me. What was I supposed to do?” You frowned and she sighed.

“What does he look like?”

“I would show you a picture but then you would know who he is, but I can tell you he’s hot as fuck.”

Lia pouted, the wheels spinning in her head. “Wait, so he’s famous?” You bit your lip, giving her her answer. “Holy shit, Y/N! What if the press catches you guys out together? Pete’s definitely gonna see then.”

You groaned, throwing your head into your hands, “I know, but it’s just one date. And he promised it would be somewhere secluded.”

“Ohhh.” She dragged out the last sound, her voice getting higher. “Secluded, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “you’re paying me to write songs for you, not tell you about my love life.” You giggled and she sighed.

“Fine, but if you don’t write a song about all this, I’m gonna be very upset.”

“Whatever you say, Lea.”

I’m outside

Your heart skipped a beat when you got his text, checking yourself out in the mirror once more. “Fuck it, here goes nothing.” You mumbled to yourself before walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind you. You had told Colson to pick you up behind the building, so that if there were any paps on the street, they wouldn’t see you.

You walked out to find him leaning against his car, a smirk coming to your lips as you drank him in. He looked even hotter than that first night, and you knew you were in for trouble. When he saw you, he bit his bottom lip, a smile on his face as he checked you out.

“Hey.” You said once you got close to him. “I’m supposed to be going on this date tonight with this really hot Rockstar, have you seen him?” You tilted your head slightly.

He raised an eyebrow at you before deciding to follow along. “A hot Rockstar? Hm, no, I don’t think I have.”

“Bummer, I was really excited.” You let out a dramatic sigh.

He chuckled, “sounds like an asshole, if you ask me.”

“Oh, he totally was.” You giggle, scrunching your nose, “but the coolest asshole I’ve ever met.”

“I mean, I’m not hot asshole Rockstar but I do have a car. I could take you out instead?” You tilted your head, pretending to think about it.

“Hmmmm, I don’t know…” You trailed off, a smirk still on your lips.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand and leading you to the passenger side seat as he spoke. “Oh my god just get in the car.”

You chuckled as you sat down, him joining you a few moments later. You looked over at him as he started the car, still half convinced you were dreaming. He caught you staring, sending you a glance before he pulled from where the car was. “What?”

“Nothing.” You smiled, not looking away from him.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I am going to crash this car.” He chuckled, a blush coming to his cheeks as he paid attention to the road in front of him, trying to ignore your gaze.

You giggled, turning to face forward. “I can’t help it,” you started, “you’re nice to look at.”

He rolled his eyes, “well I could’ve told you that.”

You leaned your head back, letting out a dry laugh. “And not conceited at all.”

He bit his tongue, both of you grinning like idiots as you drove down the streets of New York. You continued to bother him about where he was taking you, but he wouldn’t budge, telling you that you would find out when you got there.

He pulled into a small dirt parking lot next to an expanse of trees. There were only two other cars in the lot, and the forest seemed secluded. He turned the car off, getting out and walking over to open your door, helping you up. “This is cute.” You said, taking in the scenery around you. It wasn’t very often you got to be around nature without a lot of people crowding the wildlife.

Colson smiled as he opened the trunk, pulling out a literal picnic basket and blanket. “Yeah, well, you’re cute. So, I thought it would be fitting.” You blushed, reaching out to try and take the blanket from his hand but he moved it out of your reach.

You pouted, “well I was gonna try and hold your hand but both of your hands are full so I guess I’ll just have to suffer.”

Colson rolled his eyes, shifting so that the blanket rested on top of the basket all in one hand, grabbing yours with the other. You intertwined your fingers with his, the feeling very natural. You had never been this straight-forward with a guy, especially one you just met, but it just came so easily with Colson. “All you had to do was ask, princess.”

Your cheeks turned red at the nickname, so you turned your head away from him slightly. He chuckled at the movement and you pouted. Colson swung your arms as you walked onto a trail leading through the forest. “This is really cheesy, you know that, right?” You asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, meeting your eyes, “Yeah, I know.”

“Very un-Rockstar-like.” You commented. “If anyone found out you were a hopeless romantic your reputation would be ruined.”

“No one would believe you if you told anyone.” He laughed, “but you have to admit, this is gonna be the best first date you’ve ever been on.”

You were too distracted by his blue eyes to notice the scenery around you, the beautiful trees swaying with the slight breeze, the sound of water rushing in the distance. “I guess we’ll see.” You smirked; your tongue pressed against your bottom teeth.

“You are mean.” He muttered, shaking his head. You giggled, finally taking your eyes off his and finding the shoreline a few hundred feet in front of you. Your smile widened at the sight and you squeezed his hand.

“You really are a hopeless romantic.” You giggled as your feet hit the sand and Colson groaned at your words. “I like it!”

He grinned at you as you grabbed the blanket from his arm, spreading it out. “Well, we couldn’t exactly go out to the city without risking being seen and you deserve better than my house. So, you get a picnic on the beach.”

You rolled your eyes as he set the picnic basket down, sitting on the blanket and pulling you down next to him. “Just say you thought it would be romantic.”

“I never said I didn’t!” He opened the basket, pulling out various dishes and setting them onto the blanket in front of you. He then pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

You raised your eyebrow, “didn’t take you as a wine drinker.” You giggled

His eyes went wide, “just let me have this, woman.”

“I wasn’t complaining, I just think it’s kind of funny.” He rolled his eyes as you leaned into him, his arm wrapping around you. “Seriously, though, this is really sweet. No one has ever taken me on a picnic date.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, smile never leaving you.

“If you tell anyone I did this I’ll kill you.” He mumbled and you hid your laugh.

“I thought no one would believe me?” You looked up to his face, taking in his sharp jawline. You wanted to lean up and press your lips to it, but you resisted the temptation. You felt his chest move as he laughed silently, pulling you even closer to him.

The rest of the night passed just as easily, conversation flowing naturally between you and Colson. He told you all about his daughter, his friends, and the movie that he and Pete had wrapped. You talked about your music and the people you were writing for. It was easy to just exist around him, something that didn’t happen with very many people. Colson was real and open and made everything else seem to just disappear. You could understand why Pete had taken such a liking to him.

You two had stayed long after the food was gone and the sun had set. Colson brought out two candles and lit them, making you swoon even further. It was like a fairytale, and you never wanted to leave.

Throughout the night there were moments when you almost grabbed his face and kissed him, and you were sure he felt the same way. But you didn’t want to mess up what was going so well by moving too fast. And you still hadn’t discussed the not-so-small challenge of your relationship, Pete.

Eventually, when you had almost fallen asleep in his tattooed arms, Colson decided you guys had best be leaving. You packed up the food and candles, making jokes and basking in each other’s presence. Once Colson had placed everything back in the trunk, he made his way over to the passenger side door that you were leaning against.

He placed his hands against the car on either side of you, leaning down to be as level as possible with you. “I had a lot of fun tonight.” You said, softly.

His face was dangerously close to yours, the intimacy taking your breath away. “I did too.” His voice matched yours. His eyes wandered your face, occasionally drifting down to your lips before pulling away.

“I really like you, Colson.”

He smiled widely; his eyes gleaming. “I really like you too, Y/N.” He mimicked your phrasing. “What would you say if I said I wanted to take you out again?”

Your tongue peeked out between your lips slightly, “I guess you’ll have to ask and find out.”

He let out a sigh, “you are not gonna go easy on me, are you?” You shook your head, your smirk reaching your eyes. “Good.” He whispered, leaning in closer to you. You could move forward and close the gap between your lips, but you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move. “Will you go out with me again? Soon?”

You smiled at his eagerness, “I would love to. How soon?”

“Does Sunday make me sound too eager?”

You tilted your head, humming. “Nah, Sunday’s perfect.”

“Would it make this night better or worse if I kissed you right now?” His words made your heart flutter, your arms moving up his chest to rest lazily on his shoulders.

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” He chuckled at that, glancing up.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He whispered but the smile on his face screamed volumes.

You giggled softly, “are you gonna kiss me or not?”

His smile widened before he leaned in to meet your lips. His hands moved to your waist as you pulled him closer to you by his neck. This kiss was different from the first ones you shared, it was soft and sweet. You weren’t hungry for each other, dancing in the dark to hide from your brother and taking the few moments you could get, you were just two people kissing for the sake of it.

He pulled away slowly, his nose still touching your own. You both stood there for a while, enjoying the feeling of the other and the breeze that blew between you. Finally, he mumbled, “We should probably get going.” Despite his words, he didn’t move.

You nodded in agreement against him but also made no effort to get in the car. Instead, you leaned forward and captured his lips in yours again. It was small and quick, but just as sweet. “Fuck I’m already so far gone.” Colson mumbled before pushing himself off of you, his eyes locked on yours.

You blushed, leaning off the car and finding the handle. “You aren’t the only one.”

Your hand was intertwined with his the entire way home, both of you grinning like idiots as music played quietly on the radio. “I don’t want to be the one to bring it up, but what are we gonna tell your brother?” He asked, his eyes on the road.

You sighed, looking out the window, “I don’t know yet. I don’t wanna hide anything from him but at the same time if we told him he’d freak out.”

“But why would it bother him that much?” Colson asked, and you frowned.

“I don’t know, I think he’s worried about what happens if we break up. He doesn’t have many close friends and he seems to really like you, so he doesn’t want to have to choose between us or feel awkward around us if things end badly.”

Colson nodded, thinking. “But he wouldn’t pick me over you, ever. I wouldn’t let him.”

“Yeah, and he knows that but it doesn’t make it any easier for him.” You sighed. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll try and bring up the idea and see how he reacts.”

“It’s your decision. And if you decide that you don’t wanna do this with me because of Pete, I’d completely understand.” You smiled at his words, your heart melting at his thoughtfulness.

You squeezed his hand, “You are so much sweeter than you let people think, you know that?” He nodded, a soft smile on his features. “I’m not giving up on this.” You whispered.

“I won’t either.” He glanced over at you, briefly taking in your angelic appearance before turning his eyes back to the road.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk fluff #machine gun kelly #colson baker imagine #colson imagine #machine gun kelly imagine #Colson baker #colson x reader #colson baker fluff

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imaginesandall · 4 years ago

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ACExOC Headcanons cuz im bored and sad

BASICS

Her name is Queen.

She is part of the Heart pirates.

Law saved her life once and she devoted herself to him and the crew.

Queen had a bounty before she met the Heart pirates.

'Queen of hearts ♔'

She may have had a thing for ripping out the hearts of a couple of assholes that did wrong on her eyes.

No devil fruits, no powers, just raw force.

Pure coincidence that she ended with the heart pirates after she got her nickname, but the crew loved it and liked to tease her about it.

'It's destiny our dear queen!'

'Shut the fuck up Penguin'

The crew also loves to call her 'queenie' (minus Law ofc)

ACEEEE

When the crew gets to land they separate to get supplies, or whatever it is they need (sometimes what they needed was just getting drunk).

Queen loves her family but she also likes her personal space (sometimes it gets a bit suffocating on the sub).

So being on her own and exploring a new island, she found the cutest freckled boy she has ever seen.

Unconscious.

On the middle of the street.

And well she may be a murderer but she was not heartless (pun fully intended).

So while the people gathered around him whispering what could have happened she took it upon herself to check if the boy (man?) was still alive.

He was.

He just opened his eyes and she almost died of a heart attack.

Like a gentleman (that makino teached him to be) he offered an apology.

But Queen wanted a compensation so she dragged his ass to a trip around the market for supplies.

Queen does not take a no for an answer(just from Law cuz when he enters the DOCTOR MODE then she may as well be doomed).

They went around town on a shopping trip and well... it was nice, and the conversation was funny.

Later that night the Heart pirates and the second commander of the whitebeards were drunk on a small bar singing and dancing.

Law is still not THAT famous so Ace doesn't know him at all, but Law can recognize Ace from the wanted posters and the news (Law is a very well informed man. He has to be).

The crew likes Ace.

Queen likes him even more.

THE BEGINING

After their first meeting it seemed like they were always on the same places.

They parted on an island? Well they are gonna see each other on the next one.

The heart pirates don't interact much with him but they do tease Queen about it.

'ohh there is your boyfriend'

'geez Ikkaku not you too'

'are you gonna get married?'

'Shut up Bepo'

'I'm sorry :c' (this poor boi)

So every time they see each other they have a small activity together.

Both of them are too stubborn to call them dates.

Both of them are also dorks and blush almost at anything.

Ace has trouble trusting people and has self-esteem issues so the even though he likes Queen he thinks he doesn’t deserve anything that makes him happy. And she does make him happy.

So Queen is the first to confess. It takes her a week on the sub (and Ikkaku yelling at her to stop being so dumb) and two days on an island with him to actually confess to him.

‘ I... I wanted to... but Uhh I mean’

‘Please promise me nothing will change after this...’ she kept quiet after saying that.

Queen refused to look at him in the eyes, was shaking like a leaf and then... she ran.

Cue a poor confused boi.

So for everyone else it might have been obvious what was happening.

But this boi thinks he doesn’t deserve love so he just thinks queen catched a bug or something.

The next day she finally confesses and while poor Ace is stunned, he likes her too.

It takes Ace a couple of month to fully accept that yes, Queen likes him and yeah she is being sincere.

Sometimes he still feels like it’s gonna end on a horrible note.

Queen reassures him that she indeed likes him and she is not going anywhere.

THE RELATIONSHIP

Both of them are hopeless romantics but new to relationships.

While ace has had casual flings he never had something serious, as for Queen, well you can’t have a lot of time for anything of that nature while you are running from your life.

Ace always gets Queen small trinkets that makes him think of her.

Little turtles craved on a rock, small shiny rocks(like a bird), food, and other stuff that sometimes he has no idea what they are but they reminded him of queen.

Sometimes Ace feels self conscious that they are not enough and he is fucking things up.

But Queen loves every single weird thing he gaves her and keeps it on a drawer on the polar tank.

Queen also likes to give him gifts but she finds it hard to get something he would like (jokes on her Ace would love anything she gets him).

They love to cuddle.

She loves to trace his freckles, she finds him absolutely adorable.

They get drunk together quite often.

They are the fun™couple.

THE BIG REVELATION

So it took Ace some time to get the courage to tell Queen about his dad.

He tried to make it as natural as possible.

'So what would you say if Gold Roger had kids?'

'The pirate king? Well I mean... I don't know "

'Was he even the kind of pirate that just goes around leaving women pregnant?'

'I mean what kind of woman would like to... well he was the pirate king so...'

'Jeez Ace why would you ask me about his sex life?!'

'I ASKED ABOUT HIS KIDS NOT HIS SEX LIFE'

'HOW DO YOU THINK BABIES ARE MADE?!'

it was not subtle at all.

They were both very red and embarrassed.

Ace had to be very direct with Queen.

He had a breakdown.

He started yelling at Queen about his cursed blood and yelling at her to leave.

Queen stopped him by grabbing his cheeks and giving him a small smile.

'For a guy so smart you sure are dumb huh?'

Queen had to give him a big talk.

'Who gives a crap about who your dad is Ace?'

'You are the things you love, your family, your crew, your friends, the sea, your freedom. The only reason why your dad has such a hold on you is because you let him'

Ace cried for hours while Queen held him.

It broke her to see such a trivial thing in her eyes hold him down like this.

Ace felt better but even after that he had been carrying that burden for so long that it was not gonna dissipate just that easily.

But it made thing easier in their relationship.

'You do look a bit like him tho, I'm guessing you got your pretty looks because of your mom'

#portgas d ace x reader #acexreader #one piece #one piece imagine #oc #reader #portgas d ace x oc #just random stuff that i wanted out of my head #not finished #ishi writes

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thatpinkbetch · 4 years ago

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Bkdk Fic Rec

I’ve been inspired to write a fic rec! This one goes out to you @lonely-rabbit

At like, the end of 2018 and the beginning of 2019 I stayed up until 4am every night reading fics, and because I’m such a loser, I made a word doc to keep track of all of them so I wouldn’t forget them.... I tried organizing it by length but it got messy cause I’m ridiculous and cluttered, so sorry! (I’ll save my own for the end alskdjflsdkfj gotta self promote you know). This is going to get...really long, so I’ll put it under a read more! Also, just a heads up, these are all on ao3, in case that’s important to anyone!

Disclaimer: Any fics with mature or explicit content I will add a bolded warning for, even if it’s only a little bit. Normally most fics will be tagged as such, but some fics that are rated as teen I’ve found to be more suggestive than some of those rated as mature, so I will try to point it out where it feels necessary, for anyone who wishes to avoid it.

Fics under 1k:

Illuminate by TheQueen (269 words)

Summary: Bakugou watches the first firework launch and fights to keep his face neutral

Very short, plot is about a case of amnesia, also very cute and well written for that length! Not angsty at all imo

sweaty hands holding secrets - shounentwink (563 words)

Summary: Someone said Midoriya holds secrets in his hair.

It’s not true: He holds it tightly in his hands. Bakugou’s seen it.

I really like this writer! You’ll see quite a bit of them in this post alkdsjfalskdjf

Fics 1k - 10k:

Many sunflowers later - Jeka (2395 words)

Summary: Scholar Midoriya Izuku comes back to the person he left behind after his journey through the kingdom, the mighty dragon clan leader Bakugou Katsuki.

Day 1 of Twin Stars Week 2020: Fantasy AU.

First of all, fantasy au!!! Second of all, jeka!!! (I need to read more of your stuff!!) Anyways, so cute, such lovely, pretty writing, wonderful story telling, and they’re so in love TT_TT

Boom Badoom Boom - warschach (3429 words)

Summary: Izuku's working the kissing booth at the school fair, it just so happens Katsuki has been crushing on him since the first grade.

“Did you—“ Izuku parted his mouth with no sound leaving it, “Did you pay?”

“Yea.”

“For a kiss?”

This one’s a little silly but I love it still. It’s got a “kids in the 80′s over summer vacation” vibe, I think. I love warschach! I should read more of their writing... They have SUCH good bakudeku content! *It’s rated teen but there’s some suggestive content, just a heads up!

Hopeless Ramen-tic - lalazee (7155 words)

Summary: Midoriya is a cute guy who works at a ramen stall and Bakugou is thirsty as hell, but has to hide it by being an asshat. Another love story.

Ah, so good TT_TT so much sass, such good plot development and story telling for a simple concept *It’s rated as teen but again, it can be suggestive at times!

I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind - yabakuboi (3508 words)

Suammry: For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away.

Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood.

So soft, so sweet, so good if you just want to curl up in a comfy blanket and drink hot cocoa and feel warm and cozy and a little in love

The Secret Deku Box - yabakuboi (2241 words)

Summary: “Y’know, Bakugou never, ever talks about girls,” Kaminari says, his voice thoughtful.

“And I wonder why that is.” Ashido rolls her eyes.

“I’m just curious!” Kaminari whines. Kirishima drags the box out, unlabeled and unassuming, the lid not even fully clasped over the edges. “The guy has to— Whoa, what’s that?”

Kirishima realizes a little belatedly that this is a serious breach of privacy, and Bakugou will actually murder all of them. “Nothing!” he cries, attempting to shove it back under the bed, but Ashido snatches it away.

“Please be his porn stash!” Kaminari whispers as she whips the lid off.

Cute, funny, in canon, in character, and a must read I would say!

daisy bunches and heather branches - halcyonwhispers (5862 words)

Summary: izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

Not another flower/tattoo shop au.... aldskjflaskdjfd Okay but punk!Bakugou is ALWAYS a smart move imo

the best part of me (is the worst I can give) - halcyonwhispers (5668)

Summary: Whole sentences usually make up people’s Words, but Katsuki got stuck with a name instead.

Izuku’s name.

I am such a sucker for soulmate aus when it comes to these boys TT_TT *There is some mature content, just a heads up!

Hard to Say - halcyonwhispers (8390 words)

Summary: Izuku is a Halfling, born after his faerie father spirited away his mom and then left her behind. Never quite fitting in with the humans or any of the supernatural beings in his small town, Izuku hoped that going to a diverse college in the big city will help him finally make friends.

Katsuki’s family has been powerful witches for generations, and he’s no different. Talented and a proclaimed genius to boot, he knew he shouldn’t waste his time on this dumbass (disgustingly cute) half-blood.

Or,

two idiots fall in love and don’t get that the other’s awkward cues are just a result of romantic tension.

I am ALSO a sucker for fantasy/mythical creatures au and I LOVED this one - Bakugou absolutely unable to handle how cute Midoriya is? Perfection - but it’s unfinished, and I don’t think it ever will be continued, unfortunately TT_TT

lots to unpack (throw away the whole suitcase) - shounentwink (4315 words)

Summary: “How’d you know?” Midoriya asks.

There’s a hunch to his shoulders that wasn’t there three hours ago. Freckled shoulders are kissed sunburnt and red: he looks like someone ran him over and left him like roadkill in the sunlight. Bakugou’s working with insurance today, but he could see the sparks of green lightning even from his elevated position in their shared agency. Midoriya’s holding his thumb, cracking it over and over — it looks like he’s rubbed it raw.

“Dunno,” Bakugou says. “Maybe you’re just easy to read, nerd.”

I love this one so much, it was one of the first ones I read, it’s so good, and it’s another that really affected how I view their relationship! Idk this one just hit for me

hang the moon from us (it’s a no from me) - shounentwink (1200 words)

Summary: Midoriya’s gonna get sick of Bakugou one of these days, and then the whole ruse will be over, and the balance of power will tilt beyond salvation, but that day isn’t today and it looks like Bakugou knows it.

What an asshole.

Once again, I’m a sucker for the fantasy au... But even more, the diction, the details, the imagery...it’s absolutely all stunning here. I wish I could write this pretty

In Which Bakugou Finds His One Tru Luv - Erina (5862 words) This is the first one of a series called The Misadventures of Explodo-kill Agency!

Summary: Welcome to the Explodo-kill agency! We can destroy your buildings, crash your cars, and help you solve one of the seven mysteries in life: who is Bakugou Katsuki's mysterious boyfriend?!

I’ll admit I’ve only read the first three but by god they are the funniest fics I’ve ever read in my life. I see that Erina has added more since the last time I checked it out! Tbh I was only interested in reading the purely bakudeku ones... (My favorite was the second one!! SO funny and cute!)

i still do - raeryn (9646 words)

Summary: He’s losing him to pieces, but Izuku still tries to make them count. In which a battle leaves Bakugou Katsuki with amnesia, and Izuku finds himself picking up the pieces.

So, this one makes me cry. TT_TT

One Thing Straight - winningshot (9899 words)

Summary: They totally aren't.

Hints of their relationship is found in all of their friends’ social media accounts, but majority of their fans still think that Katsuki and Izuku are in relationships with anybody but each other.

It was amusing up until it became sad.

Lmao it’s a little salty but I guess I can be too. This is a social media fic! There’s multiple ships in this one, too

A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8472 words)

Summary: Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

Okay kewltie is SO GOOD and very creative! The formatting is phenomenal, it’s like you’re actually experiencing a social media melt down in real time lol

be my good luck charm - writedeku (6785 words)

Summary: See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest travelling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

Oh I adore this one! It’s so cute and such a good narrative! Nice and warm, and Bakugou trying his damnedest to be suave, and it somehow working because Midoriya is just as flustered. *Another one rated as teen but some suggestive content.

Smells Like Victory - majjale (2377 words)

Summary: Bakugou takes two steps into the room and stops, clapping a hand over his nose. “Ugh, what stinks like Deku in here?”

"Good afternoon, Bakugou. That would be the amortentia."

I must admit, not a fan of HP, but majjale...TT_TT majjale writes these two boys so well. This one is really, really good!

Cherish Me - Justaperson1718 (2376 words)

Summary: “What?”

Izuku looked back down at his menu and flipped the page, a small smile on his face. “Nothing.”

Katsuki glared at Izuku from across the table. “If it was nothing then you wouldn’t be staring at me.”

“It’s just a little funny watching you try to look your best for our date when you always look great anyway,” Izuku explained. He wouldn’t look up from his menu while he spoke, but his words remained ingrained with confidence nevertheless. He considered what he was saying to be fact, and nothing else. “Even when you’re not trying in front of the cameras, it’s still hard to take my eyes off of you.”

This is a sequel to a fic that’ll be in the next section, because it’s longer, called Manage Me. Please read that one first before this one! (Not part of a series, but they’re the same story line)

Fascinating - Justaperson1718 (1556 words)

Summary: “I’m not staring at you,” Izuku replied, his eyes focused intently on Katsuki. He’s still wearing his pajamas, sitting on his knees in their shared bed. He was awake moments before Katsuki, and waited eagerly for the other to awake.

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder after his shirt was on and glared. “You’re fucking staring at me right now.”

Izuku shook his head, humming his disapproval quietly. “I’m watching you.”

“That’s the same damn thing,” Katsuki said while searching for a pair of pants in the dresser. “Your eyes are fixated on me like I’m your life’s fucking goal or some shit.”

“I just like watching you get dressed.” Izuku tilted his head to the side and smiled softly at Katsuki’s confused stare. “I know, it’s weird. But I like it.”

*There is a little bit of implied mature content, but overall, it’s just so sweet and intimate, and I just simply adore this one.

in a place once filled with gold - dorenamryn (9226 words)

Summary: It felt strange to remember such details, for they were things a friend should know, and as far as Katsuki was concerned, he and Deku hadn’t been friends in a very, very long time. He could admit, with reluctance, that they were on the path there, now, even though they would never make it. Katsuki would die before they could get the chance.

or: There is a garden growing in Katsuki’s lungs, and he is helpless to stop it.

“Hanahaki disease” okay, I can explain myself. Okay, I can’t. In any case, you got angst with a happy ending if that’s what you’re into!

Kaleidoscope - DPRenFTW (5141 words)

Summary: Izuku is a witch. He just needs to find his familiar. Enter a boy that is a wolf, and a wolf that is a boy - with wild red eyes and sharp smiles.

And Izuku thinks:

"Oh, it's him."

Just as beautiful and fascinating as the name implies! I seriously recommend for the beautiful writing, the gorgeous world, the mythical creatures au, and the lovely bakudeku romance!

Learning Curve - sensiblysilly (4222 words)

Summary: Deku and Katsuki’s first kiss goes rather differently than planned.

And Katsuki’s quickly learning that relationships can be unpredictable - especially when taking into account the variable that is Midoriya Izuku.

This really is just a careful handling of a teenage romance where perhaps one of them may have shit they’re still working through. It’s really sweet, and a careful study at boundaries and the building of a relationship. I actually stumbled across this while looking for another with the same name and ended up pleasantly surprised. Kacchan can has a little validation, as a treat.

4/20 is a national holiday - Ereri_Garbage (

Summary: Izuku is a drug dealer that doesn't really accept the fact he's a drug dealer, Katsuki is hot as hell as shouldn't be allowed a facebook.

Happy (Late) birthday Katsuki and happy (late) 4/20. I actually half assed an edit on this one so it took longer to post than I thought it would.

Uummmm lmao yes I have a sense of humor. ;ALDSKJFLSKDJF Okay, I say that, but this is not a crack fic, it’s a good story that I enjoy with good writing, and *it has mature, content, obviously for multiple reasons here. It’s rated as mature but there are borderline explicit moments imo. It’s a fun fic and funny, too! And, ngl, it really does remind me of college... But forget about me, the bakudeku is wonderful too of course :)

Drinking Watermelon - warschach (8906 words)

Summary: For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Love it when people have Bakugou as absolutely enamored with Midoriya; it’s so good and true. Anyways this one makes me like summer camp story lines. It’s funny and also cute and great writing! *It’s got explicit content, just a heads up. Warschach stories just have this youthful 80′s vibe, I don’t know how else to explain it.

there are listed buildings - semiautomatichearts (3309)

Summary: Katsuki first sees colors bloom when he is only three years old. It is timid Izuku, hiding behind the cover of his mother's leg who looks upon him with wide eyes, and Katsuki's world explodes in shades of greens and pinks and blues, and he is so startled, he begins to cry.

His life is then on defined in color, in shades his peers can't see, by the forlorn, timid stare in Izuku's eyes that always lets off more than he is willing to tell. There is a schism driven between himself and his fated other, and Katsuki strives to be better than fate, better than what is defined for him. He is more than the written pages of a book, to be cracked open and read by the gods.

He wonders if it is possible for colors to bloom for someone who will never love you back.

Ah...soulmates :) So interesting how bakudeku fits into soulmate aus like this one when they’ve known each other as kids! And when they’ve had this complex push and pull thing going on all their lives! The writing is beautiful, and so is the story!

Promise Ring - bkdkwritingsdump (3579)

Summary: The midwest in the 1950′s is no place for boys who like kissing boys: something Izuku and Katsuki know all too well growing up there. However, the undeniable bond between the nervous science geek and the aloof delinquent will still find a way to blossom in such a desert.

Cute, sweet, makes my gay heart ache. Longing not just for the one you love, but just to feel right loving them. Very pretty story line, lovely story telling!

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Fishy - warschach (19417 words)

Summary: Izuku’s convinced his hot co-worker/neighbor, Katsuki, is a mermaid-or merman- you gotta consider genders even with mythical creatures- and plans to prove it.

(or this is kinda like the show ‘Monster Quest’, except Izuku actually finds said monster, falls in love, and have sexy times.)

Another warschach! I love this one, I love how they write bakudeku, particularly as college students, their stories (at least, the ones that I’ve read) always feel so warm, like a summer’s day, but not a lazy one, one that’s playful? If that makes sense? *This one is explicit, another heads up!

Manage Me - Justaperson1718 (10756 words)

Summary: Izuku caught himself moving forward, his head tilted somewhat to the side, and his eyes shot wide open. His gaze met Katsuki’s half-lidded eyes now that he was no longer in a dreamlike state, and seeing the way Katsuki was looking at him—waiting for him—made him realize Katsuki would’ve let him do it. He might have even wanted him to do it.

“You’re both doing fabulous!” the photographer called out to them, packing his camera into his bag and getting ready to leave. “I just got word that what we have now should be good, so we’ll stop there. Thank you for your time! Lock the door on your way out after you change.”

The pair stayed frozen in place, with Izuku’s arms around Katsuki’s neck and Katsuki’s hands resting on Izuku’s waist, while the photographer and his supervisor left.

“Kacchan,” Izuku cooed once they were gone. “Did you want to…?”

Love the story, love the bakudeku! Very, very good bakudeku TT_TT very sweet *There is some mature content in here as well

point to a map (we’ve been there) - cosmicfuss (10589 words)

Summary: Serendipity / sĕr″ən-dĭp′ĭ-tē Serendipity is the occurrence of an unplanned fortunate discovery. Two men find themselves on a subway, hot coffee on one while the other is in the middle of a screaming match. After that they can't seem to stop finding each other, no matter how far they go.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; this fic owns my entire soul. I love the story, the ease of their relationship, just how lovely they are together. It’s another kind of nice, fluffy fic you’d read on a bad day where you come home and curl up in a blanket and listen to a ten hour video of thunderstorm white noise. *Again, some more mature content in here

Partners - tsukithewolf (13619 words) Another series! Two parts to this one this time

Summary: It is said that in Musutafu there is a charm that one can buy at a temple that will lead you to your destined partner. They say that if the charm works, you would be able to follow the red string of fate to the person you were meant to be with. And if the person returns your feelings, they would be able to see the string as well, proving that both were meant to be.

Three-year-old Katsuki and Izuku misunderstand what the word "partner" means and discover the charm and the rumor behind it is not only true, but more than expected.

Gets a little heavy, depression, bullying, suicidal thoughts, etc. But it must get worse before it gets better, that kind of thing. I also just adore the second part (called Bond) - maybe because it’s much fluffier, what about it?

Learning Curve - iknewaman (10304 words)

Summary: “Izuku.” Uraraka repeats as she motions at the person stood next to her. Green curls, average height, and, well. Up close, not such a bad smile. Uraraka points a thumb at Bakugou and enunciates slowly, “This is Bakugou. He can speak sign language too.”

Wait. Sign language?

The stranger— well, Izuku— looks at him with a raised brow. Their free hand lifts up as they make a slight motion of the hand.‘

Really?’

Bored out of his mind at a house party one night Bakugou is introduced to Izuku, a deaf student who offers to help teach Bakugou sign language in exchange for a favour-- or well, is prompted into asking for a favour.

Ah, I really want to explain this one a little bit? I’d never been into fanfiction ever, only really getting into it with these boys. This was the second one I read, I remember, and it caught me off guard, and it intrigued me. It really surprised me as to what fanfiction could be. Ngl I had biased perceptions of fanfics - I used to be one of those people who thought fanfiction could never be good writing - and this one slapped me in the face with it’s subtle beauty and creative story and heart melting capabilities, and very, very real relationship and growth. Anyways it’s so cute how happy Deku is to teach Kacchan sign language TT_TT Make sure to read the tags!

The Keeper and the Sun God’s Heir - SurelyHeavenWaits (12746 words)

Summary: The Titans' have stolen something important from Izuku, heir of the Sun God, and he wants it back.

This one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one this one- Oh my god this one. Okay so what, I was a Percy Jackson kid, what about it? I love the mythical aus, particularly the god ones. But beyond that, the writing is so beautiful, just like the world, and the imagery. The bakudeku...absolutely stunning. The story itself? Incredible. Cannot recommend more. *There is explicit content in this, though I will say, it’s all in the last chapter, and all of the story is in the first two chapters. There’s also a second part as it’s a series and it’s short but it’s cute and sweet TT_TT

seven days - aaAAAaaahhhhHHHHH (10094 words)

Summary: There’s something about the green haired boy, an aura that just drew Katsuki in before he even knew his name.

[Sometimes your mind forgets, but your heart remembers]

Heed my warning: DON’T read this in front of other people. I bawl every time I read this one TT_TT I know I said I don’t like angst but AJLSKDFJALSKDFJ it has a hopeful ending! I mean yeah you’re gonna cry but...hope? :’) (that username really says it all tbh)

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Notice me, nerd - useless_donut (40000 words)

Summary: Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out.

Will the class of 3-A survive the sexual tension? Who will snap first? Someone put Bakugou out of his misery, please, before everyone else dies of second-hand embarrassment.

(a love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A)

Love the idea of Bakugou being brazen and brash, cause yeah, he is. So fucking funny though how that translates to him flirting. Gotta say, thought I was gonna cringe, but his “I’m gay af” outfit really ended up being A Look. Love the mutual pining, it really is strong in this one. *Okay, mature content in this one lads.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71197 words)

Summary: The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

Update: Epilogue added

*This one has mature content. If you can, please, for the love of god, read this fic. It’s like, tied with my favorite bkdk fic perhaps ever. It’s based on the movie of the same title, a nineties romcom with Sandra Bullock, but Belkacaramelka has so effortlessly made it into it’s own story, fit it so perfectly inside of the bnha world. I definitely stayed up until 6:30am reading this one. It’s got such good badass Midoriya, who is also sweet, and really really good reconciliation between bakudeku.

All Gifted - fitzefitcher (39129 words)

Summary: The thing about gifts is that they're meant to be given, they're meant to be shared; so Izuku will take his gifts, so freely given to him, and share them with all he holds dear.

Izuku is born without any gifts, as his kind often are, to a witch mother and salamander father, on one sweltering night in July.

This one is unfinished...and I highly doubt it will ever be. But what has been written is incredible. Once again, I’m a sucker for the magic/mythical creatures aus. But the relationship is great! The characterization is great! The found family trope that was building up is great!

under a hollow sun - umbrage (40572 words)

Summary: Midoriya is cursed with emptiness.

Misfortune leads him to a man of ancient magic and endless rage.

To stop an unfathomable evil, their mismatched halves must become whole.

Uuuggghhhh this was so good! I don’t think it’s going to be finished either :( Once again, fantasy au, more amazing writing, on point characterization, incredible pacing, makes you hungry for more story.

all the savage soul requires - majjale (58032 words)

Summary: Bakugou seems to have exhausted his patience for words and no longer acknowledges that Midoriya exists, so Midoriya crosses his legs, stares down at his hands limned in firelight, and makes a list of things he knows.

One. His name is Midoriya Izuku.

Two. He is a Godmarked, future god of life, heir to the divine throne.

Three. The gods have been fighting Death for eons, and now he's coming for recompense with everything he’s got.

This is majjale, so of course, the writing is more than beautiful; it’s absolutely breathtaking. This may be my favorite fic ever - unfortunately I don’t think it will ever be finished either TT_TT There’s the gods/fantasy au, which you know by now I love. But the characterization of our two boys is absolutely perfect, and I mean that as literally as possible. And the story being crafted between the two, the memory loss, the obvious history muddled by it all, it was so dense, and the PINING, so incredibly written, flowing so naturally. It wasn’t even close to being done, but it was wonderful, still is wonderful.

My Writing: (You can skip this if you hate shameless self promotion)

You’re too damn flicking cute (1815 words)

Summary: Bakugou is certain his shitty boyfriend is instigating kisses. Maybe it doesn't help that he keeps giving them away like it's a damn going out of business sale, but the stupid nerd is too fucking cute. Either way, like everything else, this is a competition, and he's going to win it.

Please don’t read this unless you’re going to the dentist afterwards! I’ve been told it’s so sweet it’ll give you instant cavities >_>;;;;

Bakugou Katsuki, you smooth motherfucker (10118 words)

Summary: Everyone around him knows that Bakugou Katsuki has a very special way with words. To the untrained ear he is loud and crass; to those that speak Kacchan, he is caring and inspiring. Yet there are rare moments, moments so fleeting you blink and you miss them, where Bakugou’s words pierce straight through Midoriya’s chest, and surprise everyone around him.

Goddammit, if only he would say them to Midoriya’s face.

Or, the five times Bakugou said something nice about Midoriya, and the one time he said something kind to him (but that was too long of a title).

I think most would consider this my best published fic; it’s one of those snapshot fics, “the five times where x did this, and the one time where they didn’t.” The recurring comment I get on this one is both of them being super in character, so I think that’s it’s defining characteristic! Bakugou and Midoriya have never known a life without the other, and in a perfect world, they never will.

Here, let me fix that (11247 words)

Summary: Bakugou honestly never thought he’d see Deku ever again. And now that they were together in this tiny compartment, alone for the next two and a half minutes, he had no clue what to say. He’d just apologized, right? So perhaps he could leave it at that and carry on with the original plan to never see the green-haired man that reminded him of dense forests, late night adventures, and tear-stained faces, ever again.

Ha! Who is he kidding? These bitches are soulmates.

I’ve gotten some critiques on this one, so sorry in advance if it’s not to your liking! Basically, what if Midoriya never got his quirk? Obviously, life would find a way to put them together because, as previously stated, these bitches are soulmates.

Plenty of Time (16654 words)

Summary: Bakugou found what little sleep he got restless and filled with nightmares that he forgot the second he opened his eyes. Tonight was the first time in a long time where he just had a normal dream - and it happened to be about Deku.

How fucking typical.

In other words, two dorks realize they have feelings for each other but don't know what to do about said feelings.

Ah, my first fic. Very simple, boys being boys, kinda like a slow burn? Idk how to explain this one, just boys figuring out their feelings and trying to figure out what to do about them. Been told these two are a little stupid but I think that’s valid.

We’re all time bombs waiting to explode (39223 words)

Summary: We have now entered the slipstream of time, into an alternate dimension where it neither is, nor isn’t, the 80’s. Two teenagers, burdened with the weight of adolescence in the modern world, find themselves struggling side by side, in part because of each other.

Bakugou, the most popular boy in school, has everything he could possibly want; status, power, and an unbreakable will. Having been dragged along behind him all the way to the top, Midoriya can’t help but wonder how (and why) he ended up standing beside his childhood friend-turned bully-turned friend again, weighed down by their complicated past and present. As the tension between them grows every day, and the arrival of a new, pretty face causes it to peak, it won’t be long before something - or someone - snaps.

I am...very bad at titles, and summaries apparently. This was my Heathers au, but it very quickly diverges from the original (I don’t do sad endings....) *This one has mature content, including implied sexual activity, drug use, and underage drinking, along with other heavy topics; please read the tags! Though tbh Midoriya is 17 for a couple weeks before it hits his birthday halfway through, so keep that in mind I guess? I kind of went heavy with this one, but I think the pay off was immense. This is the one with the most amount of comments stating it’s their favorite bkdk fic ever (and I cry). It’s a rough start, with a rough journey, but so is bakudeku! There’s a lot of petty drama, and then all of a sudden it’s Not That Petty and very much Far Too Real. Many have cried reading the ending, I cried writing it. My sister says it’s her favorite of mine. Now, I did kind of push this out without polishing it so much because I was losing my willpower, so if it feels lacking, that’s one hundred percent my fault.

Okay that was a lot! It took me a couple days...I hope I wasn’t too annoying with all my opinions! Please have a nice day. and enjoy some good reads, even if they aren’t the ones in this post!

#bakudeku #katsudeku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bkdk #fics #my writing #god i really hope i didn't fuck up any of this #i spent a long time on it alksdjflaskjdflkasdjf #this is 39 fics without my own #and 44 including mine #i can tell i've forgotten some but #idk it's hard TT_TT #anyways it's 2:30am #if i go to bed at 4am one more time i'm gonna throw myself down a flight of stairs #i hope this is good enough as is!#most of this was written very late so I hope it doesn't sound...crazed

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softspt · 3 years ago

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penny beaufort, 24, baby spice —

yes this is her graphic no i don’t take anything seriously yes i was inspired by word art for this

24, hot girl, biggest role model is nicole richie but specifically on the simple life ? she’s cute or whatever

one half of the dairy queen mafia, drove her bike drunkenly into a dq sign and got a dui for it and probably would’ve gotten her license suspended if she didn’t fail her test in solidarity with her best friend bc shes #loyal babes. hot girls can’t drive anyways

literally has never had a coherent thought in her life, please, you’re asking a lot of her ?

was homecoming princess her sophomore year of high school and (unsuccessfully) led a campaign to make her friends call her princess for the rest of time. OTT to say the least, but in a fun .. sexy .. sort of way ..

likes being a big fish in a small pond, not the other way around. she's loud, and quite dramatic, and likes being known etc etc. Small town famous, probably would've been the subject of a pop punk diss track if she were of age in 2006.

stage 5 fuckin' clinger! needs to feel needed, but gets weird when people try to cling to her, so it really doesn't make sense. she gets attached to everyone so easily: talk to her at a party for four minutes? you're her new best friend. once she drunkenly convinced herself that a fire hydrant she was sitting on a curb next to was her newest friend and cried when her friends told her she couldn't take it home.

doesn't have regrets because honestly she probably forgets her bad decisions 2 seconds later bc she's distracted by smth shiny! hopeless romantic, literally would fall in love a wall if it told her she was pretty ok .. the bar is so low !!!

lit never has any idea what she's talking about. a fuckin' ditz but she's cute and always well-intentioned so like.. whatever she can get away with it.

neeeeeeeeeeeeedy! And loves being the center of attention ( not that she'll ever admit it ). hates it when she introduces two people and they get closer to each other than they are to her. easily made insecure by small "slights" like that, and in response, instead of talking it out like an actual human being, she either gets very clingy or will ghost entirely to see if you ever really cared about her.

like half of her family is dead LMFAO and she thinks it’s a curse so she’s just out here acting reckless bc “it could be me next” or something like that

falls in love fourteen times a day and falls out of love fifteen ! has a group text with all her exes just to ask if they still think she’s pretty and when someone is like “why am i still in this chat” she cries ..

wanted plots:

yung messy things from miriam’s well baby ! she’s a 4 lyfer (except for the few years she spent in LA trying to be an influencer but really just spending way too much money and getting a minor dr*g problem) and probably has a big group of friends that she’s known FOREVER? all messy and in each other’s business 25/8 u kno what i’ll write a request for this eventually

exes like so many exes .. please .. she’s dated everyone in town that’s remotely in her age bracket .. dumped someone for having nicer hair than hers and then cried even harder because she was like oh my god i should have shaved it off .. she’s a bicon so pls ex gfs and bfs and non binary partners .. all here .. yeehaw baby

an ex who hates her but she annoys relentlessly w friendship because she HATES the idea of anyone actually having bad feelings towards her ... it doesnt sit right like shes so cute n fun how could u ever ... but this would be fucking hilarious bc truthfully penny is ANNOYING MKDSJFSD LMFAO !

anyone who works with the beauforts at their bar or distillery! all of the (alive) siblings are always in and out and penny thinks drinks are always free and plentiful, so she’s there fairly often!! and is probably annoying to serve because she thinks she knows what she’s doing so she goes behind the bar to serve herself!

also make a beaufort .. lightly hill house inspired but half of their family has RIP-ed and they all think it’s a curse! is it? maybe... but that’s one secret i’ll never tell .. xoxo .. gossip girl ..

#halfmoonrp #penny #sorry this is literally LMFAO useless anyways gimme things .. if ur interested in a friend group hit me up .. etc ..

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roselen-mylady · 5 years ago

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part one

Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life.

They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected. Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

32332 days, 1 hour, 6 minutes and 23 seconds.

Surely that wasn't right.

"What does it say, Buck?" Steve's voice cut through his confused daze. Bucky held out his right wrist letting Steve observe the outrageously long number of days his poor friend would have to wait. Steve's eyes widened and he took hold of Bucky's arm, trying to see for himself.

Bucky had been too dazed to do the math but the alarming number caused him to fall into despair as he dropped his arm numbly.

It was his 18th birthday and two minutes ago he had been just as excited as most people were during their coming of age. But as he stared at the countdown on his arm, watching as the seconds slowly ticked by, he couldn't help but feel hopeless.

"That's like 80 years." Steve gasped, realizing after the fact that his statement probably wasn't the most helpful. Most people didn't even live to see 80, let alone wait that long for a soulmate. Was it some sick joke? Was he destined to be alone?

Steve couldn't even find words to uplift his friend's spirits, making them fall into an upsetting silence. They sat there for a few minutes before Bucky stood from his chair with a soul crushing expression.

"I think I'm gonna call it a day." He said, unsuccessfully hiding his tearful gaze. Steve stood reluctant to leave but Bucky was insistent. He was never one to be weak in front of others, especially not one he devoted his every waking moment to protecting.

Unsurprisingly, the celebration between the two friends ended and Bucky managed to find himself alone for the rest of his birthday. What was supposed to be a joyous day had quickly soured as he mourned the loss of someone he hadn't even met.

Did he do something wrong?

What made him deserve such a cruel fate?

•••

It took years for Bucky to somewhat accept his countdown and he had developed a habit to cover it up. He was able to almost forget about it even if only for a while before he eventually needed to expose his wrist. It was a horrible feeling knowing he would most likely die before meeting his soulmate. Even with medical advances, the odds were against him.

Steve found that while most days Bucky was alright and things seemed normal, he still had bad days. Steve tried his best to distract Bucky on these days and avoided the subject of soulmates all together even when his own countdown appeared. Of course Bucky had been able to force a smile and express his happiness for his friend but Steve knew it wasn't real.

He wasn't sure when Bucky started to move on but he remembered it was sometime in their mid-twenties. He had been ecstatic upon hearing Bucky so cheerful after so long being depressed. But Bucky's methods weren't the best or healthy for that matter.

Bucky had decided that even though he'd never find his soulmate, it didn't mean he had to be alone so he started to become a lady's man of sorts. Oh, how Steve wished he hadn't.

He couldn't exactly object to his friend's behavior, it was fairly common for men to date the way he had and it wasn't like Bucky was inappropriate in his relationships. Yet rather selfishly, Steve hated the idea. He knew his friend's behavior was only a way of coping with his countdown but part of him still felt that Bucky's countdown meant something. The idea made Steve ashamed but he was a firm believer that fate and soulmates were definite and that Bucky would find her.

Perhaps it was that guilt he felt that kept him from saying anything about it when Bucky appeared with a new girl on his arm each time. Eventually Steve grew used to being the tag along and any opposition he felt faded away.

Once he was used to Bucky's flings he wondered why he didn't try to stick to one girl. He must've cared enough about at least one of them to want to start a real relationship. But he realized first hand why Bucky had made an effort not to get too close.

"He's my soulmate, Bucky!" The girl shouted, throwing down the picture frame she had been holding. Steve flinched at the sound of shattering glass, feeling embarrassed to be caught in the middle of the couple's fight. Inside the frame had been a picture of Bucky and the woman smiling while holding one another. It was horribly ironic as Steve looked to his friend, his heart wrenching at the devastated expression on Bucky's face.

"Soulmates are a lie! It's not fate! It's not destiny! It's some idiotic hoax we all let control our lives!" Bucky yelled back. The girl fumed at his comeback, her face clearly expressing her anger.

Steve couldn't blame either side. People had been raised to believe that their soulmates were tied into their lives forever and whether the relationship was romantic or platonic you could never escape them. He couldn't wait to meet his own soulmate and start a life with her much like the poor girl before him wanted. But Steve knew that Bucky's situation was to blame for his resentfulness not because he actually believed what he said.

Because what no one knew except him and Bucky was that before he got his countdown, Bucky wanted that life too.

But it didn't stop her from grabbing her bag and storming off toward the door. "You're only saying that because you'll never meet yours!" She screamed, hitting him where she knew it would hurt most before slamming the door behind her.

It was agonizing watching his friend let go of the one girl he actually wanted to stay. They were good together, Steve knew that much but the girl had found her soulmate and Bucky was helpless to stop her from throwing everything they had out the window.

Bucky had gotten horribly drunk that night and Steve would forever remember his slurred words as he gave Steve a short and bitter piece of advice.

"Soulmates only cause pain and suffering. Don't ever let yourself fall victim." Bucky choked, bringing the liquor bottle back to his lips before wiping his tear stained cheeks.

Steve wanted to tell him it wasn't his soulmate's fault and not to blame her. It was the girl's own fault for so mercilessly ripping out his heart for another man. Soulmate or not it was heartless and yet Steve couldn't help but feel in a way it had been Bucky's soulmate who was to blame.

For the heartbreak he saw in Bucky's eyes that night weren't for the loss of his girlfriend. They were for the missing soulmate he knew he'd never find to complete him.

•••

Shortly after that night, America entered the second World War and Bucky had enlisted as many men in his country had.

"It's for our country." Bucky had explained rather patriotically and while Steve felt the same for his country, he couldn't help but feel that Bucky had only become involved as another distraction.

Steve tried desperately to follow in his footsteps, his motivation split between his inherited patriotism and dedication to looking out for his friend as Bucky had for him. And after months of trying he got his wish in a more unconventional way, becoming the famous Captain America.

Yet unbeknownst to Steve, tragedy had struck Bucky again overseas and he was captured after an unsuccessful attack in Azzano. Strangely the idea of dying hadn't seemed as terrifying to him as it had the others. Whenever he thought of his soulmate, his death came to his mind along with it and he was almost numb to the thought, as sick as that sounded.

"Stop." Bucky begged, leaning his head against the cold metal bar. His plea had caught the attention of the others in the cell with him and they stared at him, thrown off by the statement.

"What?" One of the men asked. Bucky rolled his head to the side lazily, looking at him. He knew he couldn't be mad at them for making conversation using the one thing they all had in common but he couldn't help it.

"Stop with the soulmate talk." He said gruffly. He turned his head back, staring up at the grated hole above them. The men were silent at first trying to respect their Sergeant's request but one bold soldier found himself unable to leave it alone.

"Would you care to talk about yours?" He questioned. Bucky shot him a short glare at his snide remark. It was a younger soldier, one Bucky had known wasn't one for rules but hadn't had too many problems with before then.

"No." Bucky growled, trying to get the kid to back off. He was much too tired to deal with the arrogant young soldier but he knew the kid wouldn't stop there.

"Why not? She dead or something?" He asked. The other men quickly snapped at him for his insensitivity but Bucky was already on his feet. The soldier watched carefully as Bucky paced over to him, a glint of fear in his eye as Bucky stood before him.

As a leader he wasn't new to asserting authority among the soldiers and whipping some into shape. But in their circumstance he found he didn't have the will to do so, instead letting out a long sigh as the others stared at him.

"No. But I will be." His voice was soft, just barely loud enough for those around him to hear. The soldier said nothing more to him even as Bucky volunteered himself to be taken away, sparing his soldiers even if only for one more day.

The idea of soulmates had left Bucky bitter and he cursed the universe for having dealt him such a bad hand. Soulmates were supposed to give people hope, a reason to carry on in the miserable scheme of things. But he had been deprived of that from the beginning.

He found that he could no longer fight the emptiness that had grown in his heart for years from the absence of his other half. So he warmly welcomed whatever HYDRA had planned.

But rather than torture or death he was met with Steve, yet not the Steve he had left. No this Steve was much bigger and stronger and Bucky already knew he was never going to get used to it. Once escaping, Bucky soon came to learn of the supersoldier serum and how Steve was now America's hero. And it didn't take much convincing on Steve's part to get Bucky to join the Captain's team of men as they sought out and destroyed the HYDRA bases.

Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy fighting alongside his friends as they took out a significant branch of the German forces. Unlike his soulmate, fighting the good fight gave him a purpose and he was able to finally accept his unfortunate countdown, no longer feeling anger or sadness toward it. He didn't really feel anything towards it.

Or so he had thought.

He allowed himself to share it with the others, something he had only done with Steve. It was rather entertaining listening to their brainstorming and for the first time he laughed about it. It was ironic laughing at his misfortune but he felt entitled to do so.

"What if you meet her in the future?" One of them questioned suddenly. The statement had rattled him so much he hadn't even known which had suggested it.

"What?" Bucky mumbled, stunned. The idea of meeting someone 78 years in the future had never even seemed possible to him and he certainly wouldn't have allowed himself to hope.

"What if you meet her in the future? I mean, if Steve can be a superhuman who's to say time travel isn't in the near future." Dum Dum added.

Bucky fell silent, processing the words carefully. He didn't want to give himself hope in finding her but there was some logic behind his statement. What if fate hadn't meant for him to never meet her? What if it was just going to take a bit longer than most?

And with that small bit of confirmation from his heart, for one blissful second he let his mind imagine her.

He thought of the color of her eyes or the style of her hair. Did she like animals? Did she bite her nails? Was she funny? Did she like the snow? Could she dance? He almost smiled thinking about teaching her to waltz.

Steve watched with anxious eyes as Bucky stared at the ground, his smile slowly fading as he thought more.

Was she out there somewhere believing the same as he did? Did she feel lonely too? Did she think about him? Would she love him?

A part of him felt that she would. Even though he resented the idea of soulmates he knew he loved her more than he felt was rational. It was an indescribable feeling, loving someone you knew nothing about and he would've argued he didn't if he didn't feel so depressed by knowing he'd never meet her. He loved and mourned her all at once and he knew deep down she was the only one who would understand how that felt. He knew she would love him too even if the only thing connecting them was their mutual loss of one another.

"I think we should call it a night." Steve announced, not wanting them to say anything else that might hurt Bucky. They agreed and walked off toward their tents with drunken giggles and taunts. Steve went with Bucky to his tent though it was a silent walk. They sat inside on his cot for a good while before Bucky built the nerve to speak.

"Do you think she loves me?" Bucky questioned suddenly. Steve hesitated before replying, unsure whether to play into getting Bucky's hopes up.

"Yeah. I think she does even if she doesn't know it yet." Steve answered truthfully. He couldn't help but hope for his friend's happiness. Even though it seemed impossible, it didn't stop him from believing that one day Bucky might find his soulmate.

Bucky nodded keeping his eyes on the ground. Steve took that as his cue to leave and he gave Bucky a quiet goodnight before heading off to his own tent.

Bucky fell asleep shortly after that but was abruptly awoken sometime in the early hours in a cold sweat. For the first time in years, he had a dream. It left him shaken to the core and before he could even process it, he had begun to cry.

In his dream, he saw the woman he had believed he'd never meet. By the time he had woken up he could only remember a blur of her but it was enough to give him hope that maybe, just maybe one day in another life he'd finally be able to see her. To hold her close and tell her how long he had been waiting for her.

But even his new found desire to find the woman behind the face couldn't save him from his fate that cold, devastating day.

•••

His time at HYDRA came back in dizzying fragments but he remembered them finding him at the bottom of the frozen canyon, blood trailing from his torn arm. He supposed they thought he was unconscious because they began their procedure right away. He felt every torturous second of having the remainder of his limb removed and replaced with a metal version.

He must've finally slipped from consciousness because when he had come to, he had control of the arm and he instantly used it to choke the man closest to him. They drugged him to get him to stop and reluctantly his grip on the man loosened as his body went numb.

He didn't know how long he had been frozen for or exactly when he was frozen again but he knew every time he came out of cryostatis, someone died. With being the new fist of HYDRA, he assassinated important figures who might oppose them and while most were still foggy to him, he vividly remembered killing Howard Stark and his wife.

During the times he was out of the ice he struggled to remember who he was or what he was doing. He was a soldier and every part of his identity had been scrubbed clean from his mind. But there was one part of him they could never erase and he recalled staring at the countdown every chance he got. He supposed it was the only piece of himself he had to hold onto and though he couldn't remember what the numbers had been the last time he was thawed it still gave him hope that he had a purpose other than to kill.

"How many years are in 23,725 days?" He had questioned someone numbly. The HYDRA scientist closest to him had taken pity on him, answering his question quietly as to avoid getting in trouble.

"About 65 years." They said shortly. He nodded silently, not even noticing as someone stormed into the room making the scientist cower knowing he'd done something he shouldn't have.

However Bucky had been so satisfied with the answer he didn't even fight as they shoved the rubber piece into his mouth and forced him back. Those simple numbers were the reason he was thrown into the blender so often but it didn't stop him from asking whenever he got the chance.

Of course no one answered him, not after what had happened to the last guy but even his simple curiosity was enough for them to tear apart his mind like a discarded puzzle that needed to go back in the box. Even years after being freed of HYDRA he couldn't remember most of the things they had done to him.

It went on like that for decades and sometime during that he stopped asking about his countdown, finally becoming the mindless soldier they desired. Not even the idea of his soulmate could remind him that he was human and he hadn't questioned their cause for a long time. That was until Steve came along.

Reminding Bucky of who he was wasn't an easy process, most attempts ending with him becoming hostile, even feral due to years of brainwashing. But soon the memories became too strong and even frequent brainwashing wasn't able to stop him from remembering parts of his past life. And after his final fight with Steve he realized staying with HYDRA was no longer an option but neither was going with Steve.

So he went underground, trying to protect both himself and everyone around him. It was only a matter of time before Steve found him again, leading to the catastrophic fight between Avengers at that Berlin airport. After the final fight between Steve and Tony he realized the only way to keep Steve and everyone else safe was to go back to cryostasis. Thankfully Wakanda had supplied a way for him to do this, though Steve was naturally reluctant.

"You sure about this?" Steve questioned. Bucky smiled, having never been more sure of anything.

"I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing...for everybody." He sighed, looking down, guilt washing over him. He had done so many terrible things, most of which he didn't even remember. He couldn't inflict himself on the world again.

"Besides, maybe when I wake up my soulmate will be waiting for me." He offered with a playful shrug. Steve laughed, putting his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"Yeah, well if she is, chew her out for keeping you waiting for so long." Steve replied. Bucky laughed, shaking his head. He remembered the hate he once felt for soulmates but whether it be his fragile mind or just the fact that the numbers on his wrist were almost normal looking, he no longer felt angry.

Instead he felt something he hadn't felt in a really long time.

He felt optimistic.

"She'll be worth the wait."

•••

He was taken out again once his mind and arm had finally healed enough for him to feel like himself again. Unfortunately his soulmate hadn't been waiting for him when he woke up but he was content with waiting a little longer. And with the help of Shuri he made a life of farming and solitude in Wakanda while he did so.

Much of his time out in the green fields were spent allowing his mind to run wild about her. He had never let himself become excited about his soulmate since it seemed so hopeless before but now his wrist wore a more plausible countdown. Looking forward to it was justified and even expected now that he was so close.

The numbers had decreased drastically in the 73 years his mind had been lost and it now read a fair number of 1825 days. Once showing Shuri the countdown she calculated the exact second he'd meet his fated soulmate but he could only remember it was sometime in October of 2023. While the year sounded like something out of a book he realized he had actually lived to 2018. The impossible thing he had told himself he'd never be able to witness was only 5 years away and he felt euphoric knowing he only had to wait a little bit longer to meet her.

But his happiness didn't last long for the King of Wakanda himself came to Bucky with a new arm. He already knew what T'Challa would ask of him and he sighed, looking down at the black Vibranium arm likely made for him by Shuri.

"Where's the fight?" He questioned, resignation clear in his tone. A part of him had known things were too good and that something would happen to change that but he had naively wished it would happen after finally meeting his soulmate.

But the universe had planned to make him suffer one more time and he was woefully incapable of fighting it this time.

•••

The battle against Thanos's forces had been harder and crazier than any fight he'd been a part of before. He hadn't even grown used to the advanced technology Wakanda contained and yet there he was fighting aliens alongside a talking raccoon. His years of being a soldier of HYDRA came in handy as he held his own against the horrible monsters that invaded the once peaceful land of Wakanda.

And when Thanos had been hit in the chest with the ax that was larger than life, he found he was relieved. In that short moment he decided this would be his last fight and that he would dedicate every moment from that point forward to finding his soulmate once and for all.

He didn't care if he had to spend the remaining years searching the far corners of the world. He would find her.

But he hadn't realized how far things were from over until the snap.

Tragedy struck Bucky one more time that day, only he hadn't been around to witness it. He was the first of many to be taken from the world at the hands of Thanos.

But the countdown continued.

Part two

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liberty-barnes · 5 years ago

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Without you, I’m just a sad song

Louis Tomlinson x Female!Reader

Soulmate AU

Summary: In a world where song leads you to the one you belong with, Louis meets his in a peculiar manner.

Warnings: slight age gap (Louis's 5 years older), fluff fluff fluff, cursing

Word Count: 2.5k words

ERT: 10 minutes

A/N: My first 1D fic!!! I'm so excited about this, I've had this idea floating around in my head for ages and I wanna take advantage of the fact that I have inspo to write it!!

also, shoutout to @parkersbliss for making me fall in love with this band all over again, this wouldn’t be here without her so go show her some love, my baby deserves it!!

also number 2: i now have a 1D taglist so feel free to add yourself to it if you feel like it!

Masterlist || Taglist

For as long as the world can remember, the idea of soulmates and a soul bond has been a key point of society. Everyone is born with one or more soulmates, someone you were made to be with, destined to spend your life together, to find yourselves even when death tries to tear you apart. And all that is done through song.

The oldest of the pair can hear their counterpart's voice when they sing. It usually starts somewhere during your childhood, you hear them sing, like a little voice at the back of your head, something that's always with you and that'll help you find them when the time is right.

The youngest one, however, does not hear their soulmate's voice but instead has song lyrics written somewhere on their body, the first thing their partner will ever sing to them.

You were born with lyrics on your ribcage, words that you've memorized, cherished, and obsessed over for the past twenty-three years. Logically, you knew that you were still young and you had all your chances to find the one that was destined for you. But after watching all your friends find love, move out, get somewhere with their lives, you started to think that you'd be alone forever. Most people found their soulmates before they turn 18, yet here you were at 23 years old, still nowhere closer to them.

"C'mon, it's a great opportunity!"

"I don't know, Gina..."

Your best friend rolled her eyes and put the last red velvet cupcake on the tray with a flourish, making her way to the front of the shop to put it in the display case while you kept decorating the donuts.

"(Y/n), you're an amazing singer, musician, and songwriter, this is the best thing that could possibly happen to you."

"Yeah, what about the fact that I have terrible stage fright, can't dance for the life of me, and let's not even mention the anxiety that comes with the possibility of failure."

She sat down on the stool next to you and took the piping bag out of your hands so she could hold them, forcing you to face her.

"(Y/n)?"

You kept your head down but hummed in acknowledgment.

"Can you look at me, please?"

Your eyes met the soft pools of blue that were hers.

"Stop doubting yourself. You're not made for this, babe. The bakery's my dream, I'm perfectly content with spending the rest of my days baking with my husband but that's not for you. You were made to sing, to be on a stage, perform. It's unfair to yourself and to the world to restrict yourself so much. You need to take a leap. Have faith."

You took a shuddering breath as your eyes filled with tears.

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm signing up now."

You took out your phone and started to fill out the application, heart beating a mile a minute.

This was really happening.

"Who knows, maybe one of the contestants will end up being your soulmate."

"Without you, I feel broke, like I'm half of a whole..."

Louis smiled softly as he blinked his eyes open. Every day for the past three years, he's woken up at seven in the morning to the sweet sound of his soulmate's voice. In the beginning, it was kind of annoying given that he was most definitely NOT a morning person, but he gradually got used to it and now enjoys it.

His soulmate must like singing a lot since he constantly has a song playing in the back of his head. It was especially bothersome when he was doing a show, oftentimes singing the wrong words because his soulmate was singing another song.

There's a video somewhere about him switching from singing Midnight Memories to Toxic almost flawlessly. Admittedly not his proudest moment.

He figured she was a songwriter since most of the songs she'd been singing for the past four years were songs he could not find on the internet, no matter how hard he searched. Not that it mattered, he knew them all by heart already, which was how he was able to start singing along with you.

He prepared his tea while humming softly to the song his soulmate was singing, quite happy that she'd started singing it on repeat since it was his favorite.

"Without you, I’m just a sad song."

He frowned when she suddenly stopped, still quite annoyed that even after all this time she hadn't figured out a way to finish it and he couldn't share his idea since he had no idea who she was. He took out his phone, answering a few messages from his fans, and watching a few of the things they made while he daydreamed.

At twenty-eight years old, he should have given up on the prospect of finding his soulmate. People that don't find their soulmates before twenty-five are pretty much hopeless. Sure, he remembered reading about that couple that found each other at 41 and 43 respectively (the oldest soulmates to ever find each other up to date), but those were rare occasions.

But as the hopeless romantic he was, he just couldn't give up. He convinced himself that it was because of his job, the fact that he was famous wouldn't allow for just a casual meet-cute like most other people, but he still dared to dream.

But today was a good day. It was the first day of X-Factor's new season and he was more excited than ever to meet new people, listen to some beautiful voices, and help young people conquer their dreams.

He quickly finished his tea and left the house so he could get there on time, already dreading the centuries they're gonna make him spend in hair and makeup and the millennia that it will take them to dress him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Is it that obvious?."

Georgina took in the way you were rocking on the balls of your feet, clenching your hands in a vague effort to ground yourself and the fact that you'd redone your hair at least five times in the last minute.

"A little."

Understatement of the century.

"Gina, what if they don't like me? What if they don't like my outfit? Or I fall because of the heels? Or my makeup's too much? Or my hair! What if they don't like my hair?"

She sat you down and took your hands in hers, taking exaggeratingly deep breaths so you'd follow her lead.

"Listen to me, your hair looks fine, your outfit's fine, your makeup's gorgeous, not surprising since I'm the one who did it, and you're not gonna fall because you walk in those heels like you belong on a runway and you know it. They're gonna judge you from your voice, and voice alone, and you have a gorgeous voice so I can guarantee you're gonna nail this."

You took a deep breath and nodded, repeating those words to yourself like a mantra.

It's gonna be fine.

They're gonna love you.

You're gonna nail this.

"(Y/n) (Y/l/n)?"

You looked up at the kind-looking gentleman in front of you.

"Yes, that's me."

"Follow me, please. You're next up."

Louis took an exhausted breath and drained the rest of his water, praying for the next one to be good. Obviously, he understood the importance of the 'entertainment acts', but the last three people had been shitty singers with an even worse attitude and he just needed a break.

"You okay?"

He turned towards Nicole and rolled his eyes.

"If I hear one more of these spoiled little brats I'm quitting."

"That's a valid point."

Cheryl agreed as well and even Simon nodded. These auditions were not going well. They all took a deep breath and straightened up in their chairs when the next contestant was announced, plastering fake smiles on their faces to keep the charade going.

Please, let them be good.

A girl with a bright smile and gorgeous red dress walked on stage, looking like the human personification of a puppy from how happy and excited she looked and only one thought filled his mind:

"Oh, fuck me."

Next to him, Nicole choked on her water, being the only one close enough to hear his whispered words.

Your heart felt like it could beat out of your chest at any given moment. You were on stage at the X-Factor, facing the judges, with a big audience excited to hear you sing.

"Hello."

Simon greeted you with a smile, which you took as a good sign.

"Hi!"

You waved excitedly and the crowd cheered, making you giggle.

Louis felt like he was dying.

The audience loved you, the girls were completely enraptured by you, Simon was smiling, and that little giggle made a freaking zoo erupt in his stomach (he was way past butterflies).

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

"My name's (Y/n) (Y/l/n)."

"And do you have a day job, (Y/n)?"

"I work in a bakery."

It would seem he has a type: cute puppy-like people who work in bakeries.

"And what are you gonna sing for us today?"

"I'm gonna sing an original song."

"Well best of luck to you."

More like best of luck to him, Louis's the one whose heart's beating way too fast to be considered healthy.

You thanked Simon and sat down at the piano, taking a deep breath through your nose and letting it out through your mouth before starting to play.

"I don't wanna die and fade away..."

The crowd's cheers fell on deaf ears as you started to play.

"I just wanna be someone..."

Only you and the piano existed.

Only the words coming out of your mouth mattered.

"I just wanna be someone."

Louis's path to realization came in three steps.

First, he started to recognize the words.

"Dive and disappear without a trace, I just wanna be someone. Well, doesn't everyone?"

Then, the voice started to sound strangely familiar.

"And if you feel the great dividing, I wanna be the one you're guiding, cause I believe that you could lead the way..."

And finally, he noticed that the voice hammering at the bag of his head, getting louder by the second, matched the sound that was coming out from the singer's mouth.

"I just wanna be somebody to someone, oh. I wanna be somebody to someone, oh. I never had nobody and no road home, I wanna be somebody to someone..."

Your soul mark felt like it was burning against your ribs, but you ignored the searing pain in favor of continuing the song.

"And if the sun's upset and the sky grows cold..."

A little pain wasn't gonna make you give up on your lifelong dream.

"And if the clouds get heavy and start to fall..."

Everyone in the room watched with bated breath as the signs grew more and more obvious.

"I really need somebody to call my own..."

Your ribcage started to glow, slivers of light permeating the fabric and shining like a beacon. Louis's eyes gradually started to light up gold, shining like ambers in the sun.

Telltale signs that your soulmate was close by.

"I wanna be somebody to someone..."

Both of you were oblivious to it. Your attention solely on the keys in front of you, Louis's eyes locked onto your face.

"Someone to you..."

His eyes were so bright that they started to light up his face.

"Someone to you..."

Your ribs glowed so much that the words could practically be read.

"Someone to you..."

Everyone held their breath as the song came to an end.

"Someone to you..."

You finished and couldn't help but bring your hand to your ribcage, frowning when you watched it glow.

What the Hell is going on?

Louis couldn't stop himself from talking if his life depended on it.

"I finished your song."

You looked up at him and were taken aback by how bright his eyes looked.

"What?"

"The song you've been singing for the past few weeks. You couldn't finish it so I did."

He got up and joined you on stage, the room completely quiet. He started to play the melody to the last chorus, nudging you so you'd sing.

"Without you, I feel broke, like I'm half of a whole. Without you, I've got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn like a sail from a storm. Without you, I'm just a sad song."

Your hand remained on your ribcage as it started to burn even brighter.

"You're the perfect melody, the only harmony I wanna hear."

You felt your heart stop when he sang.

"You're my favorite part of me, with you standing next to me I've got nothing to fear."

His hands came to a stop, as did the burning, and his eyes went back to a gorgeous blue

You couldn't believe that this man in front of you was your soulmate, but most importantly...

"I can't believe I have those words branded on my ribs and I didn't think of using them."

Pause.

"That's what you're thinking about right now?"

"Well I've been obsessing over it for weeks!"

"Fair point."

You were silent for a while longer until Nicole (bless her heart) decided to break the tension.

"Hey! Look at the bright side: your wish might just come true!"

Louis's head dropped onto the piano just as you spoke up.

"What wish?"

"Well as soon as you came out, he whispered 'fuck me'."

You turned to him and smirked while for what was most likely the first time in his life, Louis blushed.

"I mean, I was thinking of taking you out to dinner first, but I'm good with getting right to the good part."

"Fuck you."

"'S that an insult or a promise?"

"Both."

You waited in Louis's dressing room while they finished filming. Thankfully you were one of the last ones so you didn't have to wait long.

Unsurprisingly, the four of them had said yes, and no matter how many times Gina told you it was because of your voice and not the fact that you were Louis's soulmate, the win still felt bittersweet to you.

The door to the dressing room opened and a tired-looking Louis came in.

"Hey..."

"Hey back..."

He sat down next to you on the couch, as oblivious as you concerning the evolution of your relationship.

"I hope you know they didn't say yes cause you're my soulmate."

You chanced a look at him through your lashes.

"I'm serious. You're a proper good singer. You have a beautiful voice and you're an amazing songwriter. You belong in this industry."

You smiled and inched your hand towards his.

"Thanks."

He intertwined your fingers, a matching smile on his face.

"My pleasure."

You took advantage of the next silence to really take him in. Every nook, every cranny, every layer of his deep blue eyes.

"Would it be too forward of me to ask you out to dinner?"

"You're about an hour too late, I already asked you out."

He chuckled and unconsciously leaned closer to you.

"Okay, then would it be too forward of me to ask for a kiss?"

"Not at all."

Your smile was blinding as his face got closer, and when he kissed you, for the first time in twenty-three years, you felt complete.

Songs used: Someone to you by BANNERS, Sad Song by We The Kings and Elena Coats

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the-hilda-librarians-wife · 4 years ago

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Most Powerful Magic - Chapter Three

Summary: Set a few months after the end of the events of Family Fights, Hilda and the librarian’s sister are tired of seeing Johanna and Maven dancing around each other and decide to take matters into their own hands

Notes: I’m not really happy with the writing in this chapter, but I suppose it’s the shenanigans that really matter, right? :’) Anyways I hope you enjoyed reading this little fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! Now excuse me while I get in fetal position and try to manifest a sketchbook interaction while season 2 doesn’t come out

Read it on ao3: [Family Fights] (chpt1) (chpt2) (chpt3)

For all her flaws, Myra had never considered herself to be a gossip, at times being a little bit too private, in fact. But that day, she was proud to say that she was going to put her nose where she absolutely hadn’t been called.

As she chose her most basic jacket and put it on, she mused about how her Marra powers would have come in handy for what she was about to do. But alas, she had none of it anymore. It won’t be a problem, she told herself. Nothing more natural than a teenager hanging out with a blue haired girl in the park. Following a couple around. And hiding behind bushes. Yes, not suspicious at all.

Maven had left the house a good ten minutes prior, however Myra was still very cautious when she closed the front door behind her. In case something had happened and her sister was still lurking on the front yard, the excuse that she was simply going to hang out with a friend was at the ready on the tip of her tongue. It wasn’t exactly a lie.

Not having found any traces of Maven, Myra hopped on her bike and began cycling away, ready to pick up the second member of her party.

As a precaution, she didn’t make the turn onto her street right away, but rather decided to walk to the corner and take a glance at the front of Hilda’s building. The last thing she needed was to be caught by Maven when she was picking up her date.

Since once more the coast was found clear, she climbed on her bicycle again and stopped directly in front of the building’s front door. Hilda must have been watching the movement in the street as she waited for her, because she came out almost immediately.

“Mum seemed very happy!” Hilda said as she climbed on the back seat, sounding genuinely pleased for her mother. “They left a very short time ago, maybe it’s better if we go slowly.”

“You’re right. Let’s take the long way.”

They didn’t worry about losing the two women as they took a completely different path, following through the streets at the edge of the city in order to eventually arrive at the park which was in its core. Hilda had taken care of that by getting out of her mother the information of exactly which restaurant they’d be eating at.

Even though she was not the greatest fan of bikes, still not having become entirely comfortable with them even though her friends had taught her how to ride them, Hilda thought that being Myra’s passenger as they unhurriedly traveled through the city was very enjoyable. It allowed her mind to wander, and not surprisingly it was filled with thoughts of her mother. She did so hope she’d find happiness. The woman had always been so focused on her daughter’s safety and well being, but Hilda suspected she felt alone.

Her friend’s parents didn’t really talk to her, and nor did many of the other adults she’d seen her mother attempting to interact with. Guilt nagged her mind because she knew this was partially her fault, that people thought her mother mad because of the adventures she went on and the creatures she befriended. But Maven didn’t think Johanna was mad. She didn’t think Hilda was mad either. She’d told them - or at least, she’d told Hilda, but the girl knew the sentiment extended to her mother as well - that she found them wonderful and that being with them made her happy. Hilda knew Maven made her mother happy too, and not only because she helped Johanna deal with her shenanigans or because she was another adult who would bring herself to talk to her. They simply… matched. They brought out the best in each other. And even though the librarian was already part of Hilda’s family in every way that mattered, it would be nice to officially have her in it

Having Myra would be nice too, she mused with a smile as the teenager cursed under her breath about an irresponsible driver. Though even more people might stop talking to Johanna if Hilda and Myra were allowed to plot together with frequency.

“Alright kid, here we are.” Her voice cut through Hilda’s thoughts as she put one foot on the pavement, stopping the bicycle. Even though they’d just arrived, the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling with the wind on the lush trees already filled their ears. “Aw, what a lovely place! I bet it wasn’t Mavey who chose it.”

That park was famous for having a few restaurants, as well as for holding a market on mondays, and the one beside them was made of brown bricks that had been painted to look older than they were. The building in itself was small and looked somewhat out of place with all the green surrounding it, only big enough for the kitchen and a few seats, so there were many more on the outside where the patrons could enjoy the park’s view better. Among those, they quickly spotted Maven and Johanna.

Not surprisingly, Johanna seemed to be talking excitedly while Maven blushed and nodded nervously. Since they knew what the situation looked like for her, the two girls though it was not a very promising behaviour for a date, but taking into consideration that Johanna didn’t, they hoped she’d brush off her partner’s conduct as first date anxiety.

“I guess we need to find somewhere we can hear them but they can’t see us.” Myra said. Instinctively, the two of them had hidden behind a tree as soon as they arrived, which attracted a few odd stares in their direction. Since none of those were from the people they were spying on, they paid no mind.

“Over there!” Hilda pointed to some bushes relatively close to their table, but not close enough to be on the restaurant’s limits. It probably would attract a great deal of attention if they got caught and asked to leave by a waiter.

They sneaked behind the back of the restaurant so as not to be seen, and quickly settled themselves where the bushes covered them. Or at least, they covered Hilda. Myra had to constantly remind herself to not sit up straight so her head wouldn’t be visible.

“So, we need to watch out for a kiss so Maven doesn’t say something that ruins it all… but we can’t pay attention to what they’re saying all the time?” Hilda whispered so as to check the plan.

“Well, I mean, we can pay attention, but I would rather not know so much about my sister’s romantic life.”

The girl chuckled. “Nor I about my mother’s. We will probably notice if they stop speaking for too long, anyway. Right?”

“Yeah.” As she nodded, Myra was already going over what she would say when they did kiss on her head. “Now all we have to do is wait and hope they aren’t as hopeless as they seem.”

_#_#_#_

When Maven had asked her out on a date, Johanna had been thrilled. It hadn’t really come out of nowhere, they’d been dancing around their feelings for months now, even if Johanna had never allowed herself to hope that Maven truly did like her that way. So when the invitation came, she hadn’t even hesitated to agree and suggest a restaurant she’d heard very good things about.

Things hadn’t, however, gone quite like she imagined they would. By inviting her, Maven had made Johanna believe that she was already somewhat comfortable with her feelings, and also comfortable around her, due to them seeing each other so much since Hilda began being trained. That didn’t seem to be the case, however, considering Maven had spent a great deal of the date looking out of place and anxious.

Not that the librarian had been rude, far from it, perhaps she’d been a little too polite for two people who already knew so much about the other. This was what concerned Johanna. She’d had a good time regardless of anything, but judging by her behavior she highly doubted that Maven had too. Whether this was coming from having second thoughts about dating Johanna, or from being naturally shy in situations like that, it still meant that the date was probably not going well, and if it wasn’t going well… Maven would probably not want to repeat it.

She spent their date trying to get these thoughts out of her mind, concentrating on their conversation since it was her doing most of the talking, but her mind couldn’t help but revisit these worries every once in a while. When they were done eating and Maven invited her for a stroll in the park, Johanna thought that maybe this was her idea of going somewhere private to let her down gently. She knew Maven would be very courteous about it, but she still wasn’t looking forward to being told that that attempt had been a mistake.

That was the reason why, when Maven stopped walking and placed herself directly in front of her right before asking for permission to kiss her, Johanna was so shocked she became motionless for a second. When her consciousness returned to her, she accepted, perhaps with a little too much happiness.

Though she eagerly tangled her fingers in Maven’s smooth hair like she had daydreamed about doing for so long, the librarian restricted herself to placing her hands on Johanna’s upper arms. Johanna could feel her heartbeat quicken at the first taste of Maven, like fall and coffee and a hint of the wine they’d just had, but even her excitement didn’t stop her from noticing how very controlled Maven’s movements felt as she kissed her. Was she always like this, Johanna wondered.

She was breathing quicker than normal when the kiss ended and Maven drew back, and she would have smiled, had she not noticed how her date was staring deeply into her eyes, clearly looking for something.

“I’m sorry.” Maven said, her widened eyes making it look like she’d seen a ghost. Johanna blushed with embarrassment, and took her hands away from her hair to cross her arms on her chest.

“Are you?” Looking down, she asked in a small voice.

“Yes! I promise I didn’t want to take advantage in any way, I just needed to do that to break the spell!”

Johanna blinked and brought her eyes back to the librarian. “Spell?” She repeated, wondering if the one glass of wine she’d drunk had had a bigger effect on her than she had imagined.

“Well-”

Maven was about to explain the situation, hoping to defend herself well enough that Johanna would bear her no ill will after all of this ended, when they both gasped as two figures jumped from behind the nearest tree.

“We’re going to stop you right there before you say something you'll regret!” Myra said, making Maven choke in her own confusion. At the same time, Johanna gasped her daughter’s name and blushed even harder when she realized that she’d been watching the scene.

“We apologize a lot for the intrusion!” Hilda was haste to add, trying to get the words out before her brain could focus too much on all the conflicting emotions in the women’s faces and lose her train of thought completely. “But we have to admit to saying some untruths before either of you do anything else.”

While Johanna could barely get past her confusion, wondering why on earth the two of them had chosen that time to be honest about past mistakes, Maven narrowed her eyes and whispered for them to go on.

“So yeah, that whole love spell thing was kind of a sham.” Myra said as she watched Johanna frown. “I didn’t ask Hilda for anything, and she didn’t cast a thing. Johanna is just naturally like that around you and you had never noticed like the thick headed- OW!”

Before Myra could go on and make matters worse, Hilda brought down her heel on her foot, though without enough strength to justify the teen’s yelp of pain.

“We noticed that you liked each other-“

“‘Cause you’re terrible at hiding it.”

“We noticed you liked each other.” Hilda repeated with a glare at Myra as if to tell her to be civil. “And decided to help along!”

Seeing that her mother wasn’t understanding much, Hilda directed her speech at her. She supposed that plan really was quite complicated. “So basically we pretended to have cast a love spell on you, one that could only be undone by having Maven kiss you, and she kind of fell for it. Since she didn’t want you to be forced to love her, she tried to break it! Of course, now that you both know there is no spell… well, we’ll leave that up to you.”

“The two of you have got to be kidding me.” Maven hissed, but judging by the blush covering her face, they easily guessed that her anger was an attempt at hiding her awkwardness.

“Gee, would you look at the time!” Grabbing Hilda’s wrist, Myra made a show of looking at her nonexistent watch. “Hilda and I really have got to go, see ya around!”

Saying this they began running away to the opposite direction, where they would find Myra’s bike again and each head home, hoping their respective adults would be feeling particularly forgiving when they arrived later.

Though she herself had been rendered motionless, Maven had expected to hear Johanna screaming after her daughter, maybe even running after her to prevent her from escaping. Instead, what she heard was a nervous chuckle.

“You like me?”

Maven inhaled sharply, turning to her date. What a fool she must look like, and yet, Johanna was smiling shyly at her.

“Of course I do. It’s…” She buried her hands on her pants’ pockets, uncomfortably looking at Johanna’s shoes instead of her face. “It’s very easy to.”

Looking at her feet as she had been, Maven noticed it when Johanna stepped closer right before putting a finger under her chin to lift her gaze up. There was no judgment or resentment on her warm, honey coloured eyes.

“This is good to know. I like you too, a lot.”

Maven felt stupid for gasping, but she did. A few nights had been spent dreaming about a scenario like this, albeit with less interference from meddling children, but it truly was happening, and Johanna didn’t look like she was saying that just to not make Maven feel like her feelings were unrequited.

Now that she had processed the information more, had Johanna not accepted this whole date and the kiss without being bewitched?

“Can we continue this date, then?” Johanna asked, still sounding a little insecure for reasons Maven couldn’t fathom. “With everything cleared this time?”

“I’d like nothing best.”

When Johanna smiled brightly at her, Maven felt like her heart would beat right out of her chest, and she was sure her answering smile must have looked silly and love struck, but it didn’t matter. Johanna said she liked her. Even with all she knew, even with all they’d been through, Johanna cared for her in the same way she did.

It was such a strange, wonderful feeling. She could see everything clearly now, how Johanna’s hugs always lingered, how she seemed so happy when she’d stay for dinner, the way she always looked extremely interested when she told her she was reading a romance. Suddenly all those things became clear at the same time that she felt a cloud come over her head, blocking any other thoughts she may have and any wishes other than being with this woman. So strange it was, that she couldn’t compare it to anything other than witchcraft.

She’d been disastrously wrong all her life, she realized as Johanna took her hand and invited her to walk down the park to where the rose bushes were. Love really was the most powerful magic of all.

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xolarajean · 4 years ago

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Feel the Beat - Movie Review

Plot: Feel the Beat is a film that combines dance, comedy, and drama. It is directed by Elissa Down and stars Sofia Carson, Enrico Colantoni and Wolfgang Novogratz. Carson stars as April Dibrina, an aspiring Broadway dancer in New York City. Unknowingly, April steals a taxi from Ruth Zimmer, the producer of a major Broadway show April is going to audition for. After the realization she tries to plead with Ruth not to get cut, only to accidentally cause her to get injured. To make matters worse, the entire encounter was recorded by another dancer. After the embarrassing video of her goes viral, April returns to her small hometown in Wisconsin. April reluctantly accepts an offer to coach the local dance team in hopes of getting the attention of a famous Broadway producer, Welly Wong, at the national competition. Throughout the journey, April struggles with figuring out what her dreams are while also trying to mend relationships with the people she left behind years ago -- one of them being her ex-boyfriend, Nick. The movie shines a light on the rigorous training and pressures professional dancers go through.

Rating: 3/5

I would say it is PG-13. The only curse word that I can remember that wasn’t censored was “ass” near the end. It also shows some little girls twerking/doing suggestive dancing in somewhat skimpy outfits in dance competitions -- for me it was awkward and I skipped through those parts, but I guess it also highlights the sexualization of young girls in the dance industry.

Pros:

Diversity (out of the main cast) - Zuzu is deaf and everyone knows/learns sign language which is used throughout the film. Kari is African American and comes from a struggling household. June is of (I believe) Japanese descent (based on her Instagram account). In addition, Dicky joins the dance group and no sexist comments are made about it. Oona is not made fun of for her weight (if I recall correctly). Deco is also African American and honestly slays throughout the movie (Such a queen, I aspire to be him)

Supportive side characters (especially dads) - all the townspeople are super supportive of April and the girls. The dads tho came THRU. I really enjoyed the scenes of them taking notes on the dances and helping their daughters with practicing at home. The football coach (father of Dicky and one of the girls) especially surprised me because I thought the movie was going to make him the stereotypical sexist dude with him being against Dicky joining dance and overall looking down on dance, but I was pleasantly surprised when he started going full cheerleader mode when Dicky joined in.

Sofia Carson and Wolfgang Novogratz - I really enjoyed their acting and chemistry together. Though, I wished their was more time to develop their relationship before getting back together because it felt very rushed/abrupt when they kissed. Either way, I really liked their banter and interactions, it felt really realistic.

Kinda enjoyed the little crush Sarah had on RJ because I’ve been there lmao.

Cons:

Cheesy and predictable - going into it I already knew what was going to happen obviously which kinda made it more bearable I guess? Kinda overdramatic with some characters like Miss Barb but at the same time endearing.

Sometimes the dialogue felt weird and cringey - this was mostly felt in the parts at the beginning with April begging Ruth and her going back to Wisconsin.

April in the beginning - I know the whole idea is to show the major growth April goes through from start to finish and that the protagonist is not perfect, but it felt so weird for April to be so blatantly bitchy and moody to the girls the first time they meet. I feel that most people at least would put on a fake smile at the start and try to answer the questions in a respectable way. Tho I would like to mention that I love Sofia Carson even when acts like a villain lmao. Plus the way she treated Ruby was just not cool??? Like at least be a decent human being and say something along the lines of “you could practice harder and be better” instead of just crushing her dream???

Some of the dancing scenes where girls twerked/did very suggestive dancing - I skipped through these parts b/c I was so uncomfortable from the first second. Enough said.

Nick - look he is hot and I loved the few scenes of banter between him and April, but I felt that he wasn’t really developed? I understand that he is not the main focus so there might not have been enough time for him too. Honestly, I think its because he seems WAY TOO PERFECT and I wish to find a guy like that haha (my hopeless romantic heart beats so fast when he is on screen) Guess who found their new celebrity crush

So those were my thoughts on Feel the Beat! My PMs/replies are definitely always open to discuss this movie or any other movie/shows that I’ve seen/reviewed. I would love to geek out with anyone! <3

#feel the beat #feel the beat netflix #sofia carson #wolfgang novogratz #april dibrina #ReviewByC #netflix #netflix movie

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hozierandco · 5 years ago

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G. MacKay x reader / Fluff

Inspired by "Freak in me" sung by Mild Orange. Different timelines attached to this and overall FLUFFY as in VERY FLUFFY. Light cursing. I figured I might as well write the one inspired by Birdy ft. Rhodes that I mentioned earlier.

January 2020

Y/N was a friend of Dean-Charles Chapman for the longest time since they had attended the same primary school. She had decided to change her habits by going out for once as did George. That in itself should have raised doubts about the chance that there was a star up there helping the two of them. They had known enough about love to be careful about it. Misfortune seemed to be printed on their skin by now. Surprisingly, they did not give up on it though. Which turned out pretty well.

"Hey, you made it!", Dean greeted Y/N with a pint in his hand.

"The chance of seeing you getting hammered, come on, I would not have missed it for the world! And it's been ages anyway"

Dean nodded as he gave George a small hug before introducing him to his long-time friend. It was in the very first seconds his eyes crossed Y/N's that he knew she would change his life, whether for good or for bad. He was willing to find out. She had only rarely gotten this feeling that her life could take a hard left, being a game-changer permanently. Of course, she had felt that pulse beating under her skin seeing her friend and his co-star in 1917 but now was different. In a very good way. Dean had probably seen this coming, probably even set up the whole thing as he was perfectly able to. Y/N for once paid no heed for what the next day could bring. She was to celebrate as if it was the last night.

Once again, a sign came in the way as "Freak in me" started resonating in the bar. For days it was the only song Y/N could listen to (or more like, the only song she would willingly listen to on repeat) and now she had a chance to actually dance on it without looking like a maniac in her living-room. After all, Y/N was a hopeless romantic and an indie band would make no exception to it. For a couple of hours before that George and her had talked whereas Dean was getting closer with a waitress. It was all naturally that the actor had an epiphany by gazing at Y/N's angelic features were prancing about with more and more energy to it. He had to make a move.

Lately, I think of you lots 'Cause my mind's in circles for you Please connect the dots

"Would you consider dancing with me?", he innocently asked looking straight into her eyes with all the confidence he could pull.

Y/N looked around at the unshaken crowd glued to the counter. That bar was not famous for being a popular dance hall. Suddenly, self-consciousness kicked in. Her brain could only process questions starting by "What if?" or "What will people think?". Y/N did not even know how to dance and would most probably make a fool out of her, she thought.

"Trust me on that one?", George kindly muttered. Fuck it. What ifs never lead anywhere and that song was way too good not to be danced on. Y/N applied to George's suggestion with a huge smile on her face.

For a moment of bliss, time had stopped. It was just him and her against the rest of the world. Fire and water could get in the way, their bodies close to one another was all that mattered. George went full on with a courtship ritual that he had no power over. It was as if his body lived independantly from his free will, like a magnet, it could not stay too long far from Y/N's.

And bring me, bring me to you 'Cause you bring out the freak in me It's only for you Just you

The parting was as inexorable as violent. Another song soon replaced what they just had experimented as a holy experience, like dying only to knock on Heaven's doors. It was difficult to get back to a proper conversation right after but then again, hours with such a company appeared like seconds to George.

June 2020

George and Y/N had quickly moved in together. Ever since their odd encounter, there was not a single day without them dancing on the song that had made them fall for one another. When George was away, he would call Y/N to sing it to her, whether as she would be on her way to sleep or she had just awoken. Although they had not actually shared their feelings, it was getting obvious that it was more than just another rebound relationship. Their family and friends were the collateral damages of this blooming love as any moment was a good occasion to show the world just how much they cared for each other.

So kiss me There's something in the air And whether it's love or lust Should we care?

In spite of George being prone to grandiloquent acts to show his feelings as he could easily get bashful and needed the whole package not to chicken out, him confessing his love for his beautiful girlfriend came to him as naturally as when he had asked her to dance with him.

Y/N and him had been teasing one another for minutes when Y/N was out of the blue having George right under her body. It would often happen that Y/N and George just teased themselves until arousal would take over. But the angle George was now facing ignited a new feeling. Was it the moon in the sky, was it his thoughts wandering in his brain, he grabbed Y/N by her hand that was carelessly laying on his chest.

"Do you remember when we talked about love a few weeks back?", George seriously stated. Y/N was now all ears. Of course she remembered. She also remembered that she had felt stupid right after for not taking the chance to confess her love.

"Well, I've been thinking about it again lately and love to me is just what I feel every morning when I realize a star struck me by allowing me to wake up besides you. Love is what makes me wonder why on Earth you chose me out of all men and just to enjoy every minute. Love is going to bed at night with you on my mind and what the next day could bring us"

Y/N could now swore her heart was being rejected by her body. Cause of death: an abnormal heart rate increase. She could not express it any different way than by kissing George. Which she religiously proceeded to.

"I love you too, George", she whispered in between two kisses.

December 2020

Well, it was to happen someday. George and Y/N were soulmates despite the fact that they actually banished that kind of vocabulary. But sometimes, stars shine too bright. Or the planets are simply not aligned. They barely argued and in nearly a year, it had never damaged their relationship. Except for this one time.

It was a silly question of schedules. George had forgotten to show up at a date they had planned and when Y/N would most of the time feel no resent, she did not feel like it this time. Things had gone so messy that for the first time since they shared beds, George had found shelter on the couch. He knew he had fucked up but at the same time could not get his mind to make amends. In fact, it had been a whole terrible week during they could simply not find common grounds. That night was just the apex of a hill they had been climbing up all week.

Both of them could not find sleep as anger was inevitably taking over them.

As minutes became hours, George decided to call for some truce. Besides, he could not bear to know that Y/N would be mad at him when it was possibly the very last thing he wanted. He thought that Y/N would be asleep when he came near the threshold leading to their bedroom. He just had to make sure she was doing fine. Not only was he quite surprised to see that Y/N was awake but if he was even more assured that he was doing the right thing. 'Cause you bring out the freak in me It's only for you Just you' Cause you, you bring out the freak in me A side that only you could see

his phone sang the lyrics to their song when he knew he would fail talking for now. He then sat on the edge of the bed and talked the two last lines through, before apologizing.

"You're an arse, George"

"I know"

"But man, do I love you"

"Yeah, I know that too"

June 2026

The house was suspiciously still when Y/N came back from work. It had not been this quiet for quite a long time so it could only lead to further investigation. Little did she know that a gathering was going on in the other side of the house.

"Dancing on that song, aren't you?", she heard George who was now her husband say through the door. "Do you know that's how mom and dad met?"

His husband only had eyes for the tiny human being that was painfully standing on his two feet so it was fairly easy for Y/N to get in without being detected. Their son was trying his best to dance on his own to one very familiar song but for the moment had to rely on his father's help to do so. He was awkwardly moving on his father's feet who occasionally lifted him in the air.

After a few seconds, babblings from their son replaced George's voice singing the lyrics as the baby was now pointing at his mother. George turned around as he took his child in his arms. Making his way towards the woman of his dreams and the mother of his son, he kept on singing:

Lately, I think of you lots' Cause my mind's in circles for you Please connect the dots

#george mackay #imagine #fluff #george mackay fluff #freak in me #mild orange #whoops

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jinterlude · 6 years ago

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Innermost Thoughts

↳ header is made by yours truly. I do not own the rights to the image used.

➳ Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader (female OC)

➳ Genre(s): Soulmate!AU, Barista!AU, Romance, Fluff, Friendship, & Humor

➳ Words: 6.6K

➳ Summary: You work at the local coffee shop. He currently interns at a business firm. Your life is right on schedule. His life is a mess. He is always on the go. You take one day at a time. Total opposites, so why is there a special connection between you? More importantly, why is there a bunch of random phrases written on your palm? You don’t remember writing down anything to help you remember, so this honestly strange to you. It doesn’t help that Mark too is experiencing a strange phenomenon when it comes to his own body. There’s no way that your experience is linked with his. Absolutely no way...

Soft whispers from the outside. An icy cold breeze brushes through the naked tree branches as it pushes the million snowflakes, that descends from the vast sky, in different directions. Falling at a decent pace as it joins their brother and sisters on the concrete ground.

Winter is an interesting season as people either love it or hate it. People simply focus on the harsh coldness that it comes with it or focus on the mere fact that Christmas is soon approaching. For you, you always love the season. Not because it means that the year is almost over or that you’ll receive gifts from your friends and family. No. You are in love with this weather because of the tranquility that comes it. Seeing the blanket of pure white snow on top of what used to be your grass? Magical. Observing the footprints that causes your eyes to follow after it? A fun adventure. Most important, you absolutely love your job. Being a barista at the local café and serving hot drinks to the customers as they chat away about anything that has happened during their daily life. It is because of this job that you have the opportunity to meet some interesting characters. It is because of this job that you believe in the idea of soulmates.

As you prepare their orders, you overhear the coffee lovers talk about how they met one another. From the months of working there, you gain the knowledge of the “red thread of fate”, “two soulmates who feel the exact emotions”, and the list goes on.

Hearing about their stories makes you question if you have that special someone to call your own. Someone who is destined to make you into a better person. Someone who will love you unconditionally until the end of time.

In simple terms…

Someone to call your own…

With a soft smile gracing your lips, you grasp your fingers around the handle as you steam a cup of milk. You hum a Christmas tune to yourself as you focus on making the perfect latte for a customer.

“Hey cutie!” shouts a fellow barista, who also happens to be your partner in crime.

“You’re late Sowon…” You point out with a grin.

Sowon scoffs, rolling her eyes, as she ties her hair up in a ponytail.

“Sweetie, a queen is never late. Everyone else is simply early.” She says, putting on her apron and tying it in place.

You chuckle as you do one of your signature flower art on the customer’s latte before serving it.

“Here you go sir.” You smile sweetly at the elderly gentleman.

The gentleman says a quick yet polite thank you before taking his drink back to his seat.

Sowon perks her eyebrow up, “I think you made yet another person fall in love with you.” She states as she clocks in for work.

You wave away her remark before attending to another customer.

This is going to be yet another amazing day for you.

In a different part of the city, sadly, a certain intern at a business firm isn’t having such a wonderful start.

For Mark Lee, his day has been filled with nothing but sweat, tears, and some curse words. With his hair a disheveled mess, he forces himself to knock on his boss’ office door, praying to God that he has noticed him rushing in late. While he is a music major at the local university, his professor has suggested that he should also expose himself to the business side of the industry. Luckily, a colleague of his has helped land the internship.

However, looking at his situation now, he honestly doesn’t think he’s so lucky.

His boss is scary. His fellow interns only care about themselves. He is always late because the train and bus schedule are always unpredictable.

There are some days where Mark Lee wants to quit but decides against it when he remembers that his dream goal is so close to not being a dream anymore. He is going to be a famous producer one day, working with famous artists left and right. Yep. He can see the end goal. He just needs to keep trucking on.

Taking one final breath, Mark Lee musters enough courage to knock on the glass door. His face slightly grimaces when he hears his boss’ harsh, cold voice demanding that he enters. He wraps his fingers around the door handle and pushes the door open.

“Take a seat, Mr. Lee.” Demands his angry boss.

Mark Lee nods meekly and quickly takes a seat. His timid stare meeting the strong, confident stare of his boss.

“Mr. Lee, may I ask why you are late for the hundredth time this month?” His boss asks, leaning back into his seat.

“It wasn’t a hundred times…” Mark thinks, “I am incredibly sorry, sir. I woke up late and then both the train and bus arrived late, and—” Before Mark can continue his explanation, his boss interrupts.

“Mark, I do not want to hear your excuse. No matter what, I expect you to be here on time and ready to work,” His boss pauses, sighing, “I am not sure if this is going to continue to work out. While, yes, you are an intern, I still treat you as if you are one of my employees, and I expect my employees to have an amazing work ethic. Quite frankly, you are not displaying any of that.” He says; each of his words stab a whole in Mark’s pride.

He is right. The boss man is always right. Mark knows that he hasn’t been given his internship a 100%. He always gives whatever the task he is handed his all. What makes this internship any different?

“You are absolutely right, sir. I have been half-assing this intern. I come up with excuse after excuse, and I apologize for that. That is not an exact representation of my work ethics. Please give me one more chance, I promise that I will deliver you nothing but the best from now on.” Mark says; confidence dripping from every word. A total 180 from his earlier mannerisms.

His boss finds himself nodding. A light humming emits from his lips as a short smile begins to form.

“Okay.” He tells Mark shortly, alarming the poor boy.

“Okay?” Mark repeats in a questioning tone of voice.

“Okay as in I will give you one more shot. You blow this, and you are out of my company. Got it?” The boss clarifies, standing up and fixing his suit jacket.

Mark practically shoots up from his seat, grabbing his boss’ hands as he proceeds to shake them.

“You will not regret this sir!” He shouts with an eager smile before dashing out of the office.

Mark’s boss shakes his head but with a smile as he takes his seat. An amusing thought occurs in his mind causing the distinguished man to chuckle.

“I can go for a cup of coffee from my daughter’s café.” He utters to himself as he sends Mark a quick text message with his order.

Now scrolling through your phone, as you are currently on your 20-minute break, you hum along to your music. You have the habit of getting lost in your music. Something about the lyrics and the melody just speaks to your soul.

And the funny thing is that it’s always about love. The idea of falling in love. You can say that you tend to be a hopeless romantic.

“Say yes…say yes…say yes…” You sing softly; your eyes trailing up as you drink in the peaceful atmosphere. You watch the precious snowflakes slowly trickle down before blending in with the rest.

A faint smile appears before focusing your attention back on your phone. As you reach for the device, you feel an odd sensation on your palm. More specifically, on the palm. This tickling feeling continues for a few more moments, then it suddenly disappears.

Your brows scrunch together. Tiny creases form on your forehead. You have had your share of weird encounters, but that takes the cake.

You flip over your hand. Your eyes widen as you see handwriting on it.

“That’s odd…” You think to yourself as you scan the written content, “Why is there a coffee order on my hand?” You mentally add, finding it even weirder that you register it as your dad’s go-to coffee order.

So many questions begin to swarm your mind. Questions like, “did I write this down earlier?” or “Maybe Sowon got a message from him and had me write it on my hand for her?”

Ah…this is going to bug you for the rest of the day.

The funny thing is that you didn’t even think about the possibility that maybe this is your soulmate’s doing. Don’t you love ignoring the obvious?

With a quick huff, you grab your phone and stuff in one of the pockets of your apron. You push in your chair and head back inside. Maybe it won’t hurt to ask Sowon.

She’s one smart cookie after all…

Feeling the warmth from the heater as it melts away the icy, numb feeling from your face, you smile at each customer, checking up on every other one, as you make your back behind the counter.

You push open the little entrance door, walk up to Sowon, and whisper roughly,

“Hey, did you have me write down something for you?”

Sowon stares at you with a questioning expression.

“Uh…not recently. Why?” She asks, putting down her pen.

Instead of answering, you show her your palm. Sowon leans forward; her eyes squinting to make sense of the tiny font that decorates your palm. A few words quietly exit from her mouth before returning to her original position.

“Yeah…are you feeling okay? You go from writing down a coffee order to writing anything and everything that comes to your cute little mind.” She asks, stating what she has read on your palm.

Wait what?

Last time you checked, only a coffee order is written on your hand. You quickly flip over your hand and low and behold, Sowon is right. Instead of a simple order, there’s a bunch of random words.

You read over the jumbled-up words, stifling a laughter that forms within your chest.

“One large iced Americano with two pumps of…wait…what time did the boss man say he wanted the summary report on his desk? Shit…! I think he said that he wanted it on his desk tonight! Fuck!” You read aloud, chuckling at the number of times the word, “fuck” is written on your hand.

Sowon watches curiously at you. She takes note of the goofy smile that is glued on your face. How your head tilts to the side as you continue to read the essay that is on the palm of your hand.

Wait a minute…

That is quite strange that out of all her years of knowing you, you only just now start to write things on your hand. Normally, you’ll grab your tiny notebook and jot down anything and everything that pops into your brilliant mind.

Suddenly, a light bulb lights up.

Sowon swiftly grabs your hand, and her assumption is right. Her eyes observes the ink disappear but soon appears once again. This time bearing a new set of phrases. Sentences that go from being articulate to being simple rambles.

“Say, you haven’t found your soulmate yet , right?” You hear Sowon randomly ask.

You simply shake your head before standing behind the register. Sowon hums in response as she access her mind bank, specifically looking for her knowledge on soulmates.

She leans a part of her body against the counter, continuing to look through her intelligent mind.

Then, it hits her. As if someone has taken a book and lightly smacked it on her head.

She quickly pushes herself off the counter and moves next to you. Completely ignoring the fact that you are helping a customer.

You smile sweetly at the lady, who appears to be in her mid-twenties, and hand her exact change. You grab the order receipt and place it on a clip before moving around Sowon to help prepare your signature latte. What can you say? People love your signature drink. It’s probably because of the fancy latte art that you do, but whatever helps bring revenue to the café.

“Are you even listening to me?” Sowon throws her hands up, sighing loudly.

You smile apologetically as you tighten your hair up again and quickly wash your hands.

Sowon frowns as her eyes narrow; they practically become slits.

“I promise, I will listen to what you have to say after work. Right now, I need—” Before you can finish your sentence, requesting your dear friend to actually work instead of chit chatting, you hear an awkward voice speak up.

“Um…excuse me? I would like to order.”

You give a Sowon a look before stepping around her and position yourself at the register.

“Hi sir! How may I help you?” You ask politely, lightly drumming your fingers against the register screen.

A short, airy chuckle leaves the customer’s lips.

“Sir? I would’ve thought we would at least be on first name basis with each other.” The person says, causing you to softly giggle.

You raise your brow as you tell him, “Well... Seeing how I am at work, Mark, I need to keep a sense of professionalism. I can’t play favorites with my customers.” Near the end, you playfully wink at him

The customer, who is now revealed to be Mark, laughs at your remark. He quietly says, “true”, before relaying his go-to order. Every day, Mark comes in ordering two things. He orders one coffee for his boss and then orders something to calm his nerves. Almost always he orders a plain old cup of coffee with a few shots of espresso and can’t forget a little bit of room for the creamer.

“You know…eventually, all of that caffeine is going to kill you.” You playfully say as you ring up his total for his drinks.

Mark eyes you with a lazy yet amused smirk as he digs out his wallet from his back pocket. He then hands her the company credit card before jokingly wipes away his imaginary sweat. He is honestly amazed with himself for finally having his boss’ order correct. His prior attempts either had him making the drink too sweet or too bitter. Sometimes, he’s even forgotten to make the drink iced.

Now Mark understands why he’s always been assigned coffee duty while the other interns are either filing away important documents or scheduling important meetings for the executive board members.

If he can’t remember a simple coffee order, then how can he remember the tiny details of his clients needs—wants—when it comes to their music?

“Everything happens for a reason…” He chants like a broken record.

As you insert his card into the card reader, you notice Mark mouthing something out of the corner of your eye. You secretly find it both adorable and hilarious that he tends to do it whenever he wants to memorize something.

Wow…you have seen him enough to know that small detail about him.

That’s kind of depressing…

“Your order will be up soon, Mr. Lee.” You announce as you hand him back both his card and the receipt.

“Ah… I thought we went over this. Mark is just fine. Mr. Lee reminds me of my dad.” Mark tells you, finding it quite amusing to hear you say that.

You giggle at his response, “Funny. I can say the same thing when people call me Miss L/N. It reminds me of my dad’s employees address me. It’s just weird.” You say.

The moment he hears you say your last name, he feels this poking sensation on his brain. Why does your last name sound so damn familiar?

“Say…you don’t happen to know an elderly gentleman named, Y/D/N L/N?” inquires Mark as he mirrors your steps.

A look of confusion spreads all over your face as you begin prepping a drink for a customer that is ahead of Mark.

“Yeah I do! He’s actually—” However, before you can spill the beans that the person in question is your dad, you hear your Sowon shout,

“Oh, baby girl! Stop flirting with the handsome intern! The manager is demanding that you provide her with your amazing hands! Apparently, she can’t make those latte arts that the people are so fond of!”

You smile apologetically to him before handing off the shot of espresso to Sowon and leaving behind an even more confused Mark.

Mark eyes your retreating, displaying a genuine smile and walking away himself. As he’s walking away, he rolls the sleeves up just 3/4ths of the way as it has grown a tad warm inside the coffee establishment. He then glances behind his shoulder; his smile growing by the second. Seeing you smile and chat away with your manager triggers a few fond memories. To be specific—he begins to recall the first day the two of you have met…

Heavy pants leave his mouth; the air in his lungs disappearing right in front of his eyes. He exerts every ounce of stamina to make it the local café shop and back to the office before his boss arrives. Mark has only recently been accepted into the business firm and now is going to be late on his first day. What an amazing first impression he wants to establish to not only his boss but his senior employees as well.

To add insult to injury, he’s forgotten what the assistance has told him about his boss’ favorite coffee combination.

Why didn’t he write it down?

Oh….

That’s right…

He’s a cocky idiot thinking that he can remember a simple order.

Life is cruel to him…

With the coffee shop nearing in sight, Mark picks up his pace. He loosens up his tie and unbuttons a few of buttons of his dress shirt. The last ting he wants to add to his piling list of “reasons why I should be fired” is the fact that his shirt stinks of sweat and despair.

Uncaring about being a perfect gentleman, he pushes past the sea of customers, wanting to make it to the front of the line. He ignores the loud complaints and profanities as he rests his hands on the counter.

He tries his best to catch his breath fairly quickly. Time is precious to him, and he can’t afford to dawdle right now.

With you, on the other hand, you have all the time in the world. Your dad has given you permission to work at this wonderful café since he knows about your hidden passion for creating any form art. Whether it’s with a paint brush or a colored pencil, you always have to create something.

When Jae Hwa told you that the local café near the university was hiring, you immediately jumped at the chance. Now, you can practice your latte art and be technically paid to do so.

“Hey, can you cover me at the register? My dad has been keeping me updated with my little brother, so I want to give him a call and see how things are.” Jae Hwa asks with a hopeful smile.

You tighten your pony tail and quickly say, “yes”. She has covered for you before, so why not return the favor?

Jae Hwa happily and swiftly thanks you as she exits the bar area and goes outside.

You quickly type in your login credentials before taking the next person’s order.

“Hi there! How may I help you this fine morning?” You ask with a warm smile, though, you observe the look of dread that’s painted all over the poor soul’s face.

“…yeah…I need…uh….shit…” The person mumbles, trying his hardest to remember of the coffee order.

This unexplainable feeling of pity fills your heart as you notice the morning rush piling on behind him.

“Would you like me to recommend something for you? You seem tense…” You politely question, taking note of the constant sweat that trickles down the side of his face and his uptight body language.

“Nah. I’m okay,” He pulls out his phone and opens his messaging app, “I’m lucky that my boss’ assistant messaged me his order.” He replies before relaying an interesting drink order.

A grin of curiosity forms on your lips as this knowing feeling in the back of your head pokes at you. That drink is oddly too familiar; however, you decide to push that thought onto the back burner. The morning rush needs your absolute focus. You can dwell on why that drink order is familiar later.

“Will that be all?” You ask, remembering your training.

The person quickly says, “yes”, and then you total the amount for his drink.

“Okay that will be $5.87, and may I have your name for the order?” You ask, taking his card and inserting it into the chip reader.

“Oh! Um…Mark Lee.” He says awkwardly as you hand him back both his card and receipt.

You smile sweetly before telling him that you’ll call him when his drink is ready. Mark returns the smile but it’s not as wide as yours. It seems rather timid—almost nervous like. You watch him move to the side and try to find an empty table to park himself at until his drink is ready.

“I think he likes you…” says an all too familiar voice.

“What do you want, Jungkook? Sowon isn’t scheduled to work until the afternoon shift.” You state, ignoring the annoying grin that is currently on his face.

Jungkook holds his hands up in defense, “Hey now. I’m just here for a good old cup of coffee and to see my favorite latte artists.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Whatever,” However, before you can resume your register duties, your manager comes up to you and asks you to start delivering drinks to the customers. When you ask her why, she says that the place is too noisy that no one can’t hear their names being called.

“Fair enough.” You salute her as you grab Mark’s and another person’s drink orders. You first deliver the other person’s drink since the woman’s sitting at table closest to the counter. Then, you carefully make your way to Mark’s table. That boy just has to sit in the farthest corner.

“Mark!” You try to yell subtly, hoping to gain the boy’s attention. After no response, you try again and luckily, he looks up.

His eyes widen as he notices you struggling to push through the sea of people. Mark stands up and makes his way towards you.

Unfortunately, he should’ve just waited for you…

“Holy…I am so sorry Mark!” You apologize loudly as the two of you eye his now coffee stained shirt.

You quickly pull out a clean rag from the back of your pocket and carefully wipe down his shirt.

Mark frowns and admits that his shirt is ruined. He then gently grasps your wrist, ignoring this spark electricity that shoots up his arm, and forces you to stop cleaning.

“I think you can stop cleaning my shirt. Coffee stains are a bitch.” He tells you, causing you to blush from embarrassment.

You awkwardly stand up and once again apologize for ruining his dress shirt. Mark waves off your apology as he deems it his own fault for trying to meet you halfway in this packed café.

“Let’s just say we are both dummies, and I’ll quickly go remake your drink.” You tell him.

Mark chuckles softly, “Don’t worry about it. I’m already in trouble for being late. What can having a dirty dress shirt and no coffee do to me?”

You frown; your eyes dripping with sympathy. You want to help him, but it seems like his mind is made up.

“Well, how about this? Next time you visit, your coffee is on me.” You suggest, smiling.

Mark returns the smile,

“See you tomorrow then…”

His last words echo throughout your mind. The more you think about it, the more you find yourself smiling as you watch Mark leave your line of sight. Now having a better look at him, you take note of his attire. A dress shirt, a pair of black slacks, and a nice pair of black vans.

A short hum emits from your lips as you find it odd that a college student is wearing such a dressy attire. Maybe he works right after school, so that’s why he always stop by to buy a few drinks before dashing out of the door.

Though…

What type of job requires such a fancy attire?

More importantly, what kind of job requires this poor boy to down so much caffeine that you should just start giving him a pot of espresso to go instead of simple large cup?

To make it your thought process even wilder, you find a tad interesting that Mark always orders your dad’s go-to drink to go with whatever is his choice of the day. People can develop similar tastes in drinks. You have seen enough duplicate coffee orders to know that your hypothesis is indeed correct.

“…nah…” You say quietly as you resume your duties.

Maybe one day, the two of you will meet outside the four walls of this coffee shop, and you guys can talk about anything and everything that comes to mind.

Meanwhile, with Mark, he is currently scrolling through his work email. Reading over everything and anything that his boss has CC’d him in. He silently curses at the fact that he didn’t bring his work laptop with him. If he did bring it with him, then he would’ve been working on the many summary reports that has piled on. Looks like he’s going to be staying behind late…yet again…

Mark can’t help but sigh, questioning his life decisions, however, before he can be completely lost in his thoughts, his phone sounds off.

As he reaches for his phone, he notices something that is drawn on his arm. His lips pursed together as he wonders what’s on his arm. He doesn’t remember being bored and doodling on it.

Wait…

Did he doodle on it?

Today has been a long day, and it’s not even evening yet.

He flips over his arm, wanting to get a better look at the doodle that he has supposedly drawn. His face is blank with emotion. Then, his bottom lip disappears followed by a few hums. He tilts his head to one side and then to the other. Yeah. Mark’s now even more confused.

“Why is there a flower drawn on my arm?” He thinks as his eyes scan the intricate details of the flower. His brows continue to be scrunched together the more he works his brain into overtime about this damn plant…

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Mark looking at his arm. His face extremely close to it. You continue to stare until hearing Sowon say something to you pulls you out of your stalker behavior.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” You politely request as you resume making another latte art. This time, it’s a heart because the customer who has requested wants to give it to his lady friend. Apparently, he’s going to confess his love to her.

Ah…young love…

“I said, ‘have you noticed that your hand writing now says the same thing over and over?’” Sowon repeats her question, roughly flipping over your hand and causing you to mess up the heart.

Your mouth nearly drops to the floor. Your perfect latte art is now this ugly blob. You honestly want to cry. Maybe your tears will make the coffee art all pretty…

You mumble a few curse words under your breath as you begrudgingly dump the perfectly made coffee into the sink. You quickly grab another cup and create the order yet again.

Sowon, wanting your undivided attention, purposely gets in your way. While you have no idea why she’s behaving like this, a part of you has an inkling.

Sowon is quite observant. Even more than you. She has seen the depressed gleam in your eyes whenever you overhear the customers talk about their soulmate. How this heavy sigh leaves your lips as you hear her gush about Jungkook and what he has done for her that day. This envious tone in your voice when you politely ask her to stop talking about the idea of having a soulmate.

Over the years, Sowon has helped couple after couple find their better half. Yet when it comes to you, she’s absolutely stuck. Without your knowledge, she has subtly checked for any signs that your soulmate is going to show up. It varies from checking your left pinky finger to seeing if you experience the same emotion as the one you are destined to be with.

Sadly, every time, she has come up emptied handed. It’s as if the Gods of Romance is telling Sowon to stop meddling and allow you to find your soulmate at your own pace.

When you found out what your best friend has been doing, you’re annoyed at first, however, you later thanked her for efforts and then told her that you’re fine with not knowing.

After all, you have accepted the fact that your soulmate is not going to make an appearance anytime soon, and that is fine with you—or so you think.

“Can I please finish this person’s coffee? He really wants to confess his love for his lady friend before the day is over.” You say to Sowon, steaming another cup of milk for your famous latte art.

Instead of answering, Sowon grabs your hand, making sure to not accidentally burn you. She holds your hands firmly as she closes the gap between the two of you.

“Jae Hwa! Cover us!” She demands as she pulls you out of the café and into the cold, harsh winter air .

The rush of icy air hits your body like a ton of bricks. Your body begins to shiver. Your teeth starts to chatter. Why didn’t Sowon bring your jackets?

“Okay, young lady. I have figured out why you have a bunch of words randomly scribbled all over your hand!” Sowon declares happily, flipping over your hand.

She then shoves your palm into your face, causing you to pull your head back a smidge. What? You don’t want to get slapped by your own hand.

That’s just embarrassing…

“In one the many books, that I have read during my months of denial over Jungkook being my soulmate, I have read somewhere that whatever your soulmate is thinking, it will be written on your hand,” She draws back your hand, examining the ever-changing sentences, “When did you notice the writings?” asks Sowon.

Using your free hand, you tap your chin lightly. Once you figure out the answer, you then quickly tell it to her. You reply that you have only noticed it today, however, it doesn’t rule out the fact that this strange occurrence could’ve happened prior to today.

Sowon nods as she says, “okay”, repeatedly.

The thing about soulmate is honestly tricky. There is no definite answer as to why one’s soulmate will appear when he or she least expects them too. One person can go on for years without knowing who their soulmate is while the other can meet their soulmate in less than 24 hours. It’s random gamble.

With Sowon, she hasn’t seen any signs of her soulmate for almost a year. Then, one day, when she’s walking back to her car, she feels random emotions hitting her all at once. A few days later, she comes face-to-face with Jungkook, and everything begins making sense to her.

With you, it hasn’t even been a whole day yet and the Gods of Romance wants you to meet your better half ASAP. However, the downside is that anyone can be thinking the things that are written on your palm.

The human mind is always changing; naturally, the thoughts change as well.

“I don’t see why you couldn’t tell me this inside…I can’t feel my face anymore…” You mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sowon laughs at your comment before pulling you back inside and allowing the two of you to defrost. You can see Jae Hwa secretly freaking out as she gives it her best effort to remain calm.

You and Sowon glance each other as you rush to Jae Hwa’s aid…

Back with Mark, who is still deciphering what his newly found tattoo means, he is currently scanning the Internet for any answer. While he is a stranger to the world of soulmates, it didn’t mean that he’s completely oblivious to it. He knows what a soulmate is, and why people have one. He’s just unfamiliar with how one obtains their other half—the one person that is destined to love him for all of eternity. Better yet, he hasn’t quite understand how one finds their missing pair.

In his group of friends, half of them already have found their missing piece of the puzzle. While the other half, they are either currently searching or patiently waiting for the next clue to smack them in the face.

Now with Mark, he’s been too busy to either care or even notice that there has been tiny hints. He just didn’t know it…

Sending a quick S.O.S to his friend, Taeyong, Mark stares at his phone intensely, waiting for a response. As he is doing this, he fails to realize that an odd combination of numbers appears underneath the detailed drawing of the flower. To be more specific, a certain date now displays nicely below the drawing.

After what seems like a forever, Mark’s phone makes a bell like sound, signaling the anxious man that he has a new message.

[From TY-Track 05:45 PM: First off, aren’t you still doing your internship? Second of all, since have you become so keen on this soulmate stuff?]

[From TY-Track 05:47 PM: You always seemed disinterested whenever the fellas and I talk about it…]

Mark’s brows furrow together. His buddies have discussed this before? Then, a look of realization washes over him. They do talk about their missing half whenever they get the chance because they give each other great advice on the topic.

One of the many joys of having a growing group of friends. You will always have at least three people who are experiencing something similar.

With a sheepish grin, Mark quickly types a reply, not knowing that you are walking towards with his order. You are embarrassed that you honestly forgot about Mark’s order since the café has gotten so backed up to the point that the order number has become incredibly disorganized.

Why is there only the three of you working the rush? The world will never know…

You gently place down his drink order and tell him to enjoy his flavor of the day.

Mark laughs and just as you are about to walk away, he notices some familiar words written on your palm.

Why is his boss’ drink order written all over your hand? More importantly, why is his mental memo to strangle Jisung written all over it.

Without a second thought, he grabs your hand and pulls you down to the seat in front of him.

You eye him with confused eyes, “Uh…may I help you, Mark?”

Instead of answering, Mark flips over your hand, creating that surge of electricity once again.

“Why did you write my weird ass mental note on your head? Actually, how in the world did you know what I’m thinking?” Mark fires question after question.

You can’t help but gawk at his questions. Last time you checked, you aren’t a mind reader, so there’s no plausible explanation as to why you have his “mental note” written on your hand.

The two of stare at your palm a few more seconds until you notice a familiar design underneath his forearm.

Without uttering a word, you grab his arm and hold it close to your face. The way it is drawn is the same way you create your flower design for your latte art.

“I have a question for you, why do you have my flower design tattooed on your arm?” You question him this time.

Mark looks taken back, so this is your flower design? Oh…! That’s why it looks familiar to him. Every time he picks up his order, he always sees plenty of drinks with your latte art waiting to be picked up by their owner.

“Okay…this is honestly freaky…” He mumbles to himself as he takes a moment to process everything.

You hum in response as you too take a second to process a moment.

“So, I see you have found your soulmate, my soft princess.” The two of you hear Sowon say.

Both you and Mark become confused by her words.

“I’m saying that you two experienced the rarer side of finding your soulmate. For you, whatever your soulmate thinks, it appears on your palm. At first, I thought you were having a mental breakdown but then I realize that you had names written down that I couldn’t match a face to, and I know almost everyone in your life,” She turns to Mark, “And for you Mark, you have what they call a significant symbol that means something to your soulmate. In this case, Y/N loves art and creates intricate designs on our customers latte.” She clarifies while Jungkook simply nods in agreement.

You open your mouth to speak but soon close it. You have no idea what to say next.

Mark, on the other hand, is feeling both terrified and over the moon that he has finally found his other half. Happy that he has found the person that is going to make him the luckiest man alive yet terrified that he feels he’s not worthy of having you.

Before speaking, he clears his throat and with a sincere smile, Mark asks,

“What do you want to do?”

You are taken back by his question. Is he seriously handing the ball over to you? Never once in your life have you ever thought about your soulmate giving you the power to decide on the bond between you two.

This is truly sweet of him…

“Well, I’m willing to explore this newly found bond between us. I mean, we are paired up for a reason,” You then take his hand, “Even more so since you have my birth date written underneath my flower design.” You confess, finding it quite hilarious that the Gods of Romance has given him another sign of his soulmate while you’re only given one.

Mark looks flabbergasted as he scrambles to check his arm. His eyes home in on the not-so-random combination of numbers on his arm. He softly repeats the digits of your birthday before lowering his arm.

“Huh….well, I’ll be damned,” He smiles brightly, “If this isn’t a sign that we are meant to be together, then I don’t know what is.” He jokes, causing you to practically smile from ear-to-ear.

“I’m ready for this crazy adventure.” You tell him sweetly.

Mark nods, agreeing with your statement.

“I have a question for you though.” He asks, remembering that he wants to ask you about your last name.

You hum in response, waiting for him to continue.

“Are you related to Y/D/N L/N?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh! Yeah! He’s my dad!” You happily announce, unknowingly instilling fear within Mark.

“He’s your dad?!” He pretty much shrieks in terror; his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates

“Don’t worry…I’ll put in a good word for you with him. After all, I gotta take care of my better half now.” You comfort him, gently rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

“Nah…that’s my job.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mark.”

A/N: And there you have it! My second soulmate!AU one shot! I am honestly quite amazed with how long this one one turned out! The only time I have ever written a long one shot was for a Jungkook smut I had decided to revamp last year!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one shot! I will try and update my other stories whenever I have the chance. My weekends on October might be limited since my grandma is flying back to Irvine, CA next weekend, and I’m going to visit her with my mom. Also, I need to start buckling down on my studies, so I might put some stories on hold or just work on it slowly. Hope you guys understand and be patient!

Don’t forget to leave a comment/like/reblog/a message in my inbox! I love hearing your thoughts! :)

- Kim

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thatonecurlygirl · 6 years ago

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Planets into Motion {Part 4}

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU

Peter Stone x Reader

Word count: 1.6k+

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Long fingers intertwined with yours as you stand in the fifth row of pews at the beautiful chapel. The familiar melody plays as the tall wooden doors open and a beautiful woman clothed in all white, hanging on to a red-eyed man’s arm, steps in. One by one each row of pews stand to their feet until everyone stands, not only in formality but in awe of the moment — you don’t even really know the girl but you are nearly in tears.

“My God, she’s beautiful.” You gasp, more-so to yourself than anyone else but Peter hears and let out a small chuckle.

“The two of you would get along well.” He squeezes your hand as she makes it to the end of the aisle and to her groom.

The wedding went on without a hitch, it was beautiful and lively — almost fairytale like. You haven’t been to many weddings in your lifetime but this one was by far the most spectacular one. You were beyond excited for Peter’s friends — who were strangers to you — but that didn’t matter at all. Love is love and you could see it in their eyes, that’s all you cared about. They way the two practically skipped back down the aisle and out of the chapel doors had you giddy in excitement.

“That was beautiful!” You exclaim with a child-like twirl as you and Peter walk to his vehicle. “I’ve never been to a wedding that was so- so… magical!” You turn to him wide-eyed with enthusiasm.

“Yeah, there was… a lot of sparkle and shine.” Peter chuckles as he opens your door.

“No, that’s not what made it magical. It was the sparkle in their eyes, you can tell that they really love each other.” You sigh in awe and climb into the SUV. “I may be a hopeless romantic that watches way too many RomComs but I could tell that was true love.”

“No, you watch too many Disney movies.” He chuckles, closing the door and walking to the driver’s side and sliding in.

“Don’t hate on the Disney movies, Counsellor.” You giggle and press a kiss to his temple. “And if I’m not mistaken you got into Princess and the Frog.”

“Only because you forced me to watch it while you cried the whole time.” He laughs, starting up the vehicle and pulling out onto the street.

“That’s not true, I didn’t cry the whole time.” You defend yourself but the look that Peter gave you — the famous look he gives when he knows something is a lie— makes you cave. “Okay, maybe I was crying just a little bit but I could tell you enjoyed the movie.”

“It was… okay.” He says, his eyes focused on the road and his jaw set in an attempt not to smile.

“Peter, thank you for coming!” The bride, Amie, bellows as her and the groom, Matthew, walk up to you and Peter. “You must be y/n, I am so happy I get to finally meet you!” She says wrapping you up in a hug.

“And I, you. Your wedding was beautiful.” You smile as she loosens her arms and backs out of the hug.

“Thank you so much. I can definitely give you the name of my planner when you too…” She trails off looking from you to Peter, both your faces growing red.

“Amie.” Matthew chuckles. “She gets a little excited sometimes. It is nice to finally meet you though.”

Your conversation with the bride and groom was interrupted by a voice over the speaker announcing the first dance. With a smile and a small wave, the newlyweds make their way out to the dance floor as Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love plays.

“Awe, they are adorable.” You smile, wrapping your arms around Peter and laying your head on his chest as the two of you watch the couple dance around the dance floor.

A few songs later, people begin to make their way to the dance floor as Amie invites them over. She runs up to you, grabbing your and Peter’s hands and pulling the two of you out to the dance floor. With a smile and a wink, she pushes the two of you closer and continues to drag more people out to dance. Peter smiles and places his hands on your waist as you wrap your arm around the back of his neck and running your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head.

“Thanks for being my plus one.” He smiles down at you.

“I’ll be your plus one to everything for as long as you’ll have me.” You smile back up at him and lay your head on his chest.

“Good,” he closes his eyes and rests his chin on the top of your head as the two of you sway back and forth to the music. “Because I kinda like you.” He chuckles.

“Kinda?” You gasp and giggle, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“Kinda.” He smiles and nods in confirmation.

“Hmm,” You bite the inside of your cheek and nod your head. “Funny, that’s what I said when Amanda asked if you were good in bed.” You bite back the giggle that wants to erupt from your chest.

“Now that is a lie.” His face serious and one eyebrow raised.

“Have any evidence that states otherwise, counselor?” You ask, gently running your fingertips in circles on the back of his neck.

“A witness that knows for a fact you weren’t saying that last night.” His hand ventures down to cup a handful of your ass.

“Looks like you’ll just have to remind me tonight then.” You smile and lean up, pressing your lips to his.

“That I can do.” He twirls you and pulls you back into his chest.

Giggling you grab hold of the edge of his suit jacket and pull him in for a kiss, sweet and playful, almost completely mimicking your attitude at the moment. Peter pulls back from the kiss with a groan as he pulls the vibrating phone from his pocket. Cursing under his breath he lifts his index finger and pulls the phone to his ear, walking out toward the door. With a slight sigh, you look around the room to see Amie and Matthew talking to some other guests and you contemplate going to say goodbye for both you and Peter, knowing it had to have been a call from the SVU.

“Great.” You sigh and decide to head toward the door he just exited out of, bumping into him as you do. “Time to go?”

He nods and slips his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. The both of you go and say your goodbyes to the bride and groom before heading back out to his vehicle. The drive was silent for a few minutes but a comfortable silence. One of his hands on the wheel and the other in yours, the radio playing softly.

“I’ll drop you by your house real quick.” He says, giving your hand a little squeeze.

“No, it’s okay. Take your girlfriend to work day.” You wink playfully. “I’ll pick up some dinner at that little market down the street and grab a taxi or something. Lord knows you won’t eat if I don’t pick you something up.”

“I eat.” He rolls his eyes.

“When you don’t forget to get food. Don’t fight me on this, you won’t win.” You warn, finger pointed at him and he chuckles.

“Okay, darling.” He brings your hand up to his face, gently kissing your knuckles.

The night did not turn out how you planned. You ended up eating dinner with Peter and feeling sorry for how quickly his energy drained so you went out and got him coffee. One thing led to another — which sadly wasn’t the sex the two of you were talking about earlier in the day — you ended up asleep on the black leather couch in his office.

“Hey, Sto-” Olivia knocks on the door but is interrupted by Peter’s shushing as he points to you peacefully sleeping on the couch, a thin blanket draped over your body.

“It’s not enough evidence, we need something more solid to work off of,” Peter says and with an eye roll, Olivia nods. “Call me when you have that, otherwise, I’m taking her home.” He says pointing over to you and with a nod, Olivia leaves.

Peter stalks across the room and scoops you up into his arms, careful not to wake you. He stands there for a moment with you in his arms as he takes in your features as you sleep and he wonders how he got so lucky with you. Kissing your forehead softly he turns and walks out of the office, somehow managing to shut off the light and close his office door behind him as he does so.

“Pete?” Your eyes flutter open as make it to the vehicle. Your vision clearing to see Peter’s smiling face directly above you. “Oh, I can walk.” You yawn and he places you on your feet.

“You sure?” He chuckles and wraps his arms around you to steady your still tired body as he helps you into the vehicle.

“Yeah.” You buckle into the seatbelt as Peter walks around the other side and does the same before taking off to drop you to your apartment.

“I’m sorry today ended the way it did.” He apologizes.

“Don’t be, I’m just glad I got to spend it with you.” You smile and lean over the console to lay your head on his shoulder.

All of a sudden, blindingly bright lights fill your vision. Out of instinct you close your eyes tight and bring your hands to cover your eyes as you feel the vehicle swerve just before the sound of tires screeching and the god-awful sound of metal folding into itself.

tags: @destroyedbydickwolf @svucarisiaddict @musicalmedic

#peter stone #peter stone x reader #sweetie petey #law and order svu #svu x reader #philip winchester #svu fic

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notrodolphus · 6 years ago

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Mary/Rab/Amos do it u coward

*sounds of distant thunder rumbling except oh wait that’s not thunder it’s just thEM SMOOCHING*

“We’re just three people who have no idea what real relationships look like but we like each other and are open” era:

does the cooking - Amos ends up taking the responsibility of this one. Mary will help out sometimes, but more often than not she and Rab are banned from the kitchen because Amos hates it when they try to pick bits and pieces of the meal apart before it’s even on the table.

is more protective - It’s a very very close margin, but Rab takes the cake because “whAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO MY MUGGLEBORN GIRL AND HALFBLOOD BOY?!?!”

is better with kids - Mary. Mary is all-around fun, understanding, and tries her best to make sure they’re not just eating candy.

wakes up first in the morning - Rab or Mary, depending on who has the worst nightmare Usually Mary, since she at least tries to stick with her morning runs. It’s a 50/50 on whether she’ll come back to the boys still in deep sleepy cuddles, or bickering because Rab stole the covers and almost kicked Amos off the bed again.

controls the TV/radio/remote - Mary.

sings in the shower - It eventually has to be an established rule that there should be no singing in the shower at all, because once someone starts it’s not long before the other two try to cram themselves in to join in and it’s a safety hazard. But nobody ever follows the rule. Nobody ever wants to follow the rule. Their three-part harmonies are amazing.

is responsible for trapping/killing the spiders - The first time a spider has the unfortunate chance of running in to all three of them, it lands on Rab’s shoe and Amos has to squish it while Mary calms the other boy down. It’s the first time Rab kisses Amos not during sexy times, so it becomes Amos’ job.

always falls asleep on the couch - They’re often all found passed out on a couch during parties, and nobody’s sure how they all fit but it’s very clear that they’ve got their assigned cuddle arrangements.

takes care of the other when they’re sick - Amos, the brave brave soul, lets his Hufflepuff glory shine whenever Mary or Rab get sick. But it does become an important rule for no kissing allowed when one of the boys starts feeling sick, after the one time Rab gave Amos his fever and poor Mary was left with two hopeless drama kings refusing to leave her dorm room.

sets the house on fire - All three of them, and it took a good while for them to want to try candle play again.

is horrible at budgeting - Rabastan, and Mary and Amos try to have a talk with him about “you don’t have to get the penthouse suite every single time you get a hotel room for us” but come on. They all enjoy the Jacuzzi that fits all three of them.

brings home stray pets - Mary and Rab, and Amos hates it.

would cook the better romantic dinner - Amos cooks the dinner, Mary sets the ambiance, and Rab makes sure they’re both getting kissies while they’re busy.

starts the holiday decorating - Rab and Amos ask Mary what her family does for holidays and try to get things set up, and they don’t always get things right but her boys are trying.

eats the others uneaten pizza crusts - Amos eats the crusts, Mary picks random toppings off both their plates, and Rab steals all the pineapples.

watches jeopardy and calls out the answers - All of them and it gets heated.

clings to the other during scary movies - So the couch setup is this: Amos and Rab on each side, Mary in the middle with her head on one’s lap and legs propped up against the other. Rab and Mary both cling to Amos.

surprises the other in the shower - It’s never a surprise so much as “you’ve been in here for fifteen minutes and I need to get ready for class too”/”hey, guys! Saw you both wandering in here, just gonna scooch in and grab some shampoo.”

initiates hand holding while the other is driving - Mary drives, Rab is clinging to Amos in the backseat.

asks weird questions in the middle of the night - they all do this, but nighttime is also usually reserved for blissed out pillowtalks about what they would do if this situation ever came up, or how to be more open with each other, or “hey, was it okay that I did that? Can I try doing this next time?”.

“Hi, I’m Cedric Diggory-MacDonald. My dad was a Hufflepuff, my mom was a Gryffindor, and my pop was in Slytherin. And I’m gonna change the world.” era:

does the cooking - They all get decent with cooking, because Cedric Diggory is a growing boy who needs three healthy square meals a day. Amos is the best by far though, and Mary eventually gets really good at baking. Rab is in charge of cheat days, with his famous Anything You Can Put In A Bowl Chili.

is more protective - Let’s just get this straight: nobody messes with Cedric unless they want high and holy hell brought down upon them. Mary handles any problems with Hogwarts because she’s the most reasonable, and it’s a coin toss between Rab and Amos on who gets to accompany her. It’s been decided that all three of them aren’t allowed to go defend their child anymore, after an unfortunate incident where McGonagall had to turn Rabastan into a guinea pig after he got in a fight with another parent whose kid was bullying Ced.

is better with kids - Cedric doesn’t become Hogwarts’ Golden Boy due to negligent parenting. Sure, they’ve all got different parenting styles, but it’s undeniable that all three of them love their boy and do their best to raise him into a good and honest man. Mary is the biggest disciplinarian, but she’s also the one he always talks to first. Amos builds up his ego, but is the biggest inspiration of being kind and strong. And Rabastan teaches him how to throw a proper curse, but to always remember that he should only do so to defend the ones he loves.

wakes up first in the morning - They all get pretty good at forcing themselves awake because Cedric was a very fussy baby. But Mary is the most alert in the morning, while the boys are still dragging their feet and (sometimes) accidentally pouring butterbeer into the cereal bowls instead of milk.

controls the TV/radio/remote - Amos, who has an uncanny knack for always choosing a song that everybody gets dancing to.

sings in the shower - At this point, they’ve gotten a shower big enough for all three of them with amazing acoustics, and are seriously considering starting a band together. But they don’t, because that would mortify Cedric.

is responsible for trapping/killing the spiders - “Call your DAD!” “Pop, it’s okay! I’ve got this!” “MAAARYYYYY!” “It’s okay! Pop, I put it outside already!”

always falls asleep on the couch - Rab, who often did so with Baby Ced, because he refused to go to bed until all three of them were home safe and under their sheets.

takes care of the other when they’re sick - Amos is superman. He’s got a box of tissues ready before Mary realizes her nose is stuffy, cough syrup before Rab even thinks to complain about his sore throat, and forces Cedric to take two tablets of Vitamin C every day.

sets the house on fire - none of them, they’ve got the candle play down at this point lmao

is horrible at budgeting - It takes a while for Rab to get a hold of himself, especially those first couple horrible years after he got locked out of the Lestrange Gringott’s vault, but he still struggles sometimes. Especially when “if Harry Potter has a firebolt, then our boy should have a firebolt!”

brings home stray pets - Still Mary and Rab, and Amos has a hard time coping up once they get Cedric on their side.

would cook the better romantic dinner - Once Rab learns how to use the stove and is confident enough for the others to actually leave him alone with it, he gets really good at this. Friday nights are Family Dinner and Board Game nights, but Saturday nights are “Rab tries a new recipe but even if it doesn’t turn out super well we’re all gonna be satisfied later” nights.

starts the holiday decorating - Mary and Amos go all out every holiday in order to distract Rab from getting depressed about the fact that his family burned him off the Lestrange tapestry and are never gonna visit.

eats the others uneaten pizza crusts - Same routine as above, except Cedric joins in on the pineapple stealing and he and Rab make faces at Mary from across the table.

watches jeopardy and calls out the answers - Cedric is literally the only one who knows the right answers. Mary, Amos, and Rab just sit there on the couch and grin about how damn smart and awesome their kid is.

clings to the other during scary movies - everyone is clinging to Amos, and he complains about it every time but they all know he loves it.

surprises the other in the shower - Still no surprise, the biggest splurge they got was getting a ten foot x ten foot shower that fits all of them. Their water bill is ridiculous, but having someone to scrub your back is the best feeling ever and they wouldn’t give it up for the world.

initiates hand holding while the other is driving - Once Cedric learns how to drive, they alternate on who gets to sit in the front seat and hold their son’s hand. The other two are in the back pestering them to change the radio station/stop by McDonald’s/honk your horn at that asshole, Ced!

asks weird questions in the middle of the night - they all still do this and blissed out pillowtalks about their relationship is still a thing because they have finally all learned that the best way to love each other is to keep learning about each other, and it’s just a happy time where they snuggle together and gush about how Ced’s doing amazing in the TriWizard tournament our son is so awesome and life is grand.

@mary-whoisleft @amos-wil

#c: amos #c: mary #Trying Our Best AU #ive decided that rab effectively stops going by rabastan lestrange once he gets disowned and changes his name to Rabastan Diggory-MacDonald #KISS KISS SKISSKISSK SSKI SKISS KISS KIS SKISS

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musexmelrose · 6 years ago

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—✩ TASK 001 ; DIG A LITTLE DEEPER ! [PART ONE]

“ You gotta dig a little deeper, find out who you are. You gotta dig a little deeper, it really ain’t that far. When you find out who you are, you find out what you need — blue skies and sun shine guaranteed. ”

BASIC INFORMATION.

What is your character’s full name ? Melrose Alexia Pomene How is it pronounced ? Mel-rose | Ah-lex-ee-ah | Pah-mean Is there a meaning behind it ? her mother really wanted a name that was unique and beautiful, her father really wanted a Grecian name, SO her mother named her Melrose after the city that she met her husband in, and her father got to choose her middle name Does your character have any nicknames ? Mel; Melly When and where were they born ? February 23 1999 in Carthay, California What’s their zodiac sign and what traits do they most relate to ? Mel is a pisces and relates most to these traits: artistic talent, strong emotion capability, & idealism What’s their nationality ? American/Greek What’s their occupation ? Rising Star Student What gender do they identify themselves as ? Female

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

What’s their eye color ? Hazel Do they wear glasses or contacts ? No Hair color ? Dark Brown Have they ever dyed their hair or wanted to ? She’s never dyed it but is open to the idea ! Height ? 5' 7'' Body build ? Slim Do they have any birthmarks ? no Do they have any piercings or tattoos ? A few small piercings on her ears, no tatts yet If not, do they want to get some ? P o s s P o s s Do they have a healthy life style ? ooooh yeah. to mel, her body is a temple and she tries very hard to keep it healthy from the inside out How easy do they get sick ? Mel has a great immune system, so when she does get sick she gets SICK and feels like death Any marks on their body ( injuries, … ) ? she has a noticeable scar that wraps around her ankle, sort of like an anklet, from an accident that happened during her first ever performance she fell down the stairs of the stage she doesn’t like to talk about it and will avoid this story at all costs What’s their personal style/how do they like to dress ? mel doesn’t really have a set style as she tries to change things up a lot-- but you can bet she always tries her best to look damn good What is their favorite and least favorite feature about themselves ? she likes her hair but gets insecure about her smile

PERSONALITY.

Positive traits ? creative, passionate, focused, fun-loving, romantic Negative traits ? dramatic, vulnerable, obsessive, sensitive, stubborn What do they consider to be the best and the worst part of their personality ? mel prides herself on her creativity but sometimes resents her over-sensitivity Are they more extroverted or introverted ? EXTROVERTED Any talents ? YEAH BABY : singing ; acting ; dancing ; can play 5 instruments ; can cry on command ? is that a talent ?? yes What are their fears ? Failure in fulfilling her dream Do they have any phobias ? a little bit of claustrophobia, sad clowns kind of weird her out ?, atychiphobia – the fear of failure What is their soft spot ? she’s such a sucker for roses, if you ever piss her off-- a bouquet of roses will usually do the trick... or a kitten... or dark chocolate List 3 pet-peeves they can’t stand ? chronic lateness ; “no offense...” ; slow walkers

EDUCATION.

How far did they go in school ? Are they still studying ? Still studying! She’s currently in her freshman year of college Do/Did they like school ? Sure! of course sometimes she’d rather spend her time elsewhere, she likes to learn and loves the freedom and the fact that many of her friends are right there with her What type of student are/were they ? Mel tries excel in every class she takes, which causes her to usually be a very good student. however sometimes, when classes are hard, boring, and don’t interest her... she can tend to slack off What is/was their favorite subject ? theater & music And their least favorite ? math whose with me ? What were they/would they have been voted as “most likely to…” in the yearbook ? “Most likely to become famous”

FAMILY.

Who are your character’s parents ? Zeno Pomene & Meena Syne (maiden name) How would your character describe them ? THE BEST, Melrose adores her parents. they are v busy people so they aren’t around as often as she would like them to be but not to the point where its a negative impact on her life. they are her number one fans and haven’t missed even one of her many performances. they are inspirations to her. Do they have any siblings ? nope ; but she thinks of her Gospel Truth gals as sisters Are they close with their family ? very, her family means everything to her and are her biggest supporters

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY.

What’s their romantic and sexual orientation ? heteromantic/heterosexual Are they seeing anyone right now ? no but lonely babe likes to dream Have they ever been in an relationship ? not yet forever alone Have they ever been in love ? not yet but a girl can dream How easy do they fall for someone ? SO easily In their view, why didn’t any past relationships work out ? she believes she’s never had one because of her ambition and standards. she’s so dedicated to her career that she’s never had time to devote her love to someone or her attention to finding her prince charming What do they look for in someone ? passion and romance; someone who views love as art Do they believe in love at first sight ? or fate ? both ! she’s a hopeless hopeless hopeless romantic What’s their views on romance ? Do they go after it or avoid it ? SHE LOVES ROMANCE Did they have their first time already ? How was it in their point of view ? lil baby mel is still a virgin ; she’s so busy all the time that she’s never really had a relationship and she’s told herself she’s waiting for loveee What is their view on sex ? one of the most ultimate acts of passion; she would never do it in the absence of feelings What are their turn ons and turn offs ? turn ons: emotions, tuxedos, a nice smile, EYES, romance ; turn offs: unromantic, bad hygiene, emotionless, no appreciation for music Were they ever cheated on or have they cheated on someone ? F u c k n o Do they want to get married in the future ? Y E S ! Have kids ? possiblyyy?? she doesn’t have time to think about that yet

QUIRKS.

Are they right or left handed ? right handed What’s a word that’s always on their lips ? “music” Is there a saying they keep on repeating ? “be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire” ... well, that and “can i sing yet?” Do they curse ? fuck Yeah What’s their worst habit ? obsessing over things too easily and being FAR too dramatic-- Do they drink or smoke ? How frequently ? she’s done both but usually sticks to alcohol when the evening calls for it or a glass or two of wine every monday night for The Bachelor Are they an early bird or a night owl ? she can dabble with either BUT she LOVES night life and is use to staying up late due to long hours of rehearsal, songwriting, and performances How tidy is their room ? very neat and organized and vv aesthetically pleasing How long to they usually take getting ready in the morning ? depends. can be 3 minutes or 3 hours

FAVORITES.

What’s their favorite color ? red-- the color of l o v e ; she’s also keen on purple and gold Favorite movie ? Breakfast at Tiffany’s along with all the tragic romances and rom-coms Music Genre ? don’t make her choose Food ? it’s a tie between Italian & Greek Book ? anything romantic and emotional that probably has a sad ending or anything nicholas sparks Favorite non-alcoholic drink ? that’s a toss up between espresso and cold pressed juice Ice Cream Flavor ? Rocky Road ! OR The Tonight Dough by Benn & Jerry’s Indoors or outdoors ? both?? though the stage tends to be inside...

#carthaytask #carthaytask001 #* . ° ✩ — every rose has its thorns ┊ { head canons } .

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