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[thebramblewood]

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[carrotmakar]

here’s to us

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Enemies To Lovers (with a twist)

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: You hate Harry more than you’ve ever hated anyone else, and he feels the same (or does he?). The people around you see the interactions that the two of you have and believe that you’re a match made in heaven, but you can’t see it, and you doubt he can either. When he’s the last option to help you with a project that you’re working on, things are either going to go very well, or they're going to crash and burn.

Warning(s): alcohol, cursing, kink talk, angst, sadness, innuendos, tension, a set of lovers trying to convince two people that they’re meant for one another, fluff

A/N: this was originally a piece written for a writing challenge but that’s been cancelled (i love u liv take your time i will still participate in any and every wc you ever do bb) so this is now just another piece haha!! Thank you to @tbslenthusiast​ and @harrysclementines​ for letting me know that this piece wasn’t as bad as i thought it was (literally forever ago like.... i wrote this a long time ago lmao)!!! Also thank you to @kiwismoon​ for letting me send you parts of the fic and scream about how much i hate myself for writing things like i did!!!

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*

Relaxing.

That’s what you were supposed to be doing tonight. You’ve been stressed out about the article that was due in less than a week and you were in need of a night out with your friends. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find the inspiration to write the piece. Plus, you had been completely swamped with your school work. Even though you were still in college, you had gotten a job as a writer and chosen to take online classes. 

Sarah had suggested that you and her go out and have a few drinks. That had quickly developed into you, her, and Mitch. Then your ‘friend’ Michelle was added into the mix.

Now, you’re standing at the bar, waiting for your next shot of tequila and wondering how you let Sarah talk you into this. You hate bars. In all honesty, you only hate them because someone always seemed to mess up your nights when they were drunk. Luckily, that someone isn’t here tonight. You had made it abundantly clear to Sarah that if she were to invite anyone, it better not include him. 

As the bartender hands you your shot, you down it and place the glass down on the bar. You wait for him to retrieve it before turning to walk back to the table that Sarah, Mitch, and Michelle are occupying. Right before you sit down next to Sarah, you catch a glimpse of a very particular head of curls. Your stomach drops at the sight, and you immediately feel the urge to exit the building. There’s no way that you could mistake that for anyone else but Harry. He’s the only person that has curls as seemingly perfect as that. Plus, he’s the only broad shouldered, muscular, tattooed man that you’d ever seen around here with hair that’s grown out to the point where it passes his shoulders. 

Fighting the instinct to be as far away from him as possible, you sit down next to Sarah and do your best to ignore his presence.

That lasts all of three seconds. It’s as if something is pulling your focus towards him, and you can’t stand that, so you quickly tell Sarah that you’re going to head out. Grabbing your coat, you give her a story about suddenly having inspiration and not wanting to lose it before offering to take her almost empty cup back to the bar. She nods, wishing you a farewell.

As you’re making your way over to the bar, someone knocks into you and the small amount of liquid left in Sarah’s cup splashes onto your chest. You scoff, turning to tell whoever bumped into you to watch where they’re going. You’re met with a pair of piercing green eyes, and suddenly your words get caught in your throat. All you manage is a scoff and a quick “fuck you” before handing him the cup and walking out. 

You stand outside of the bar, leaning up against the brick wall of the building as you order an Uber for the ride home. The stench of alcohol is radiating from your shirt, and you almost gag at the smell. Beer has never been your favorite, and you have absolutely no clue how Sarah can drink it.

You place the order and go to stand on the sidewalk to wait for the car to pull up. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” The voice seems to carry through the entire street.

“What the fuck do you want, Harry?” you snap. The chuckle that he releases at your words makes your blood boil.

“Just wondering why you’re avoiding me, love.” You don’t have to turn to know that he has a smirk plastered on his face.

“Do you have a degradation kink or something?” Your words have their desired effect as he all but chokes on the air. 

“Um, no. Why? You trying to turn me on, darling?” You roll your eyes.

“Absolutely not.” How can he be so fucking annoying all the time? “I’m just wondering why you continuously pester me after I tell you how much of a dick you are and that I absolutely cannot fucking stand you.”

“Because normally when you do that, you find some way to compliment me. And I think it’s funny how flustered you get when you realize what you said.” You hear him walk closer to you, but you keep your eyes locked straight ahead of you.

“So you have a praise kink.”

When he speaks, his breath hits your ear. Fuck, you didn’t know he had gotten that close. You have to fight the shiver that’s threatening to run down your spine. You can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’s having any kind of effect on you. “Do you want to test it out?”

You scoff, stepping away from him. “You fucking wish, Harry.”

He hums. “Maybe, maybe not.”

You finally turn to him. After seeing him, though, you begin to regret your decision. Seeing him like this, in a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans, hair forming his face in the most perfect way, isn’t doing you any good.

“I’m not going to be your temporary fix, Harry. Go find someone else to give you a good time.” He puts on an exaggerated pout. “I don’t even like you as a friend, so stop fucking around like that. It pisses me off.”

Before he can say anything else, your Uber arrives and you check the plates before getting in the backseat and shutting the door, effectively blocking him out.

What he would have said if your Uber hadn’t pulled up, though, is something that Harry decides you’ll never get to know. Because just when he was about to say, “I’d want you to be more than temporary,” you found a way to break his heart yet again.

*

The Uber driver has continuously given you looks since you got into the car. His nose scrunched up the moment that you closed the door, and honestly, you can’t blame him. You smell like cheap beer and probably look like an absolute mess. He’s most likely just checking to make sure that you don’t look like you’re about to throw up all over his backseat. 

You roll your eyes, trying your best to ignore him. It’s not even your fault that you’re like this right now, it’s Harry’s.

Harry, who you absolutely despise with every bit of your being. He’s been an arrogant, selfish dick since the very day that you met. He only cares about things when they include them,  constantly dropping comments about his success, and always finding a way to insert himself into any and every situation. You can’t seem to get away from him. He seems to be around no matter what you try (at first, you thought it was a coincidence, but now you’re convinced that he just does it to get on your nerves).

Harry, who’s so fucking annoying and unbearable but also so hot that he makes your mouth all but water. He can draw a reaction from you without even trying. Harry, who you’re so fucking attracted to despite hating him, and that fact makes you hate him even more.

It shouldn’t be like this. You shouldn’t be attracted to someone that makes your blood boil. 

I’m just drunk, you repeat to yourself as you push the thought of Harry as far out of your mind as you possibly can.

*

You groan as you walk out of the kitchen. 

“Y/N you know I’m right!” Sarah yells after you. “Stop trying to avoid it.”

Plopping down on Sarah’s black faux leather couch, you roll your eyes even though she can’t see it. “You’re delusional, Sarah!”

She doesn’t say anything until she comes into the living room and sits on the couch next to you. She has a bowl of chips in her hands. When you go to grab one, she pulls the bowl from your reach. 

“Admit it, you and Harry would be absolutely great together.” You could scream. She’s so adamant about the idea, but there’s no way that she could be right.

“Dude, we hate each other. What do you mean? What do you expect from us in a relationship if we can’t even be in the same room together for more than a few minutes without arguing.” She sighs, running a hand through her hair.

“I know, I know! But Y/N, come on. The two of you are so compatible.” You laugh at her words. How could she possibly think that when she sees the way the two of you interact.

“How so?” you ask, just to entertain her theory and let her get her thoughts out.

“Okay, hear me out. You both like music, right? He sings, you write songs. That’s literally perfect right there, even if you were just friends.” You nod, not saying anything. “You’re always talking about how you want to do hair and nails and stuff for your friends and I know that he’d let you paint his nails and play with his hair.” You had in fact been telling her these things, but you weren’t aware that she would choose to use them to try and set you up with Harry. “You’re both really funny and smart. You guys talk about a lot of the same things, too. It’s just never when you’re around each other.”

“Alright, yeah, that makes some sense.” She perks up slightly but you hold a finger up, motioning for her to wait a moment before getting her hopes up. “It makes sense, but you’re forgetting a few things. I couldn’t write songs for, or even with, Harry. He’d find something wrong with him just like he does now. He’d nitpick them until there was nothing that I could find about the song that he didn’t hate.” You sigh, thinking back to what she had just said. “We’d have to be too close to each other for me to mess around with his hair or nails and you know that every time we get within a few feet of each other, there’s some kind of fight that always gets started,” you trail off, giving her a chance to speak.

“Are you going to give me a reason why the last example of why you’re perfect for each other is incorrect?” She groans when you nod.

“Yeah, actually. We may like the same things and be funny and smart or whatever, but there’s no way that we’d be able to talk to each other.” 

“Why?” 

“His communication issues.” She throws her head back and obnoxiously groans.

“He doesn’t have communication issues.”

You burst out laughing. “He’s an Aquarius. Of course he does, right on top of those commitment issues.”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Whatever, Y/N. One of these days you’re going to understand that the two of you are quite literally a match made in Heaven.”

“Not likely,” you mumble before reaching for the remote and finding a movie to put on.

*

“Wait, what?” Mitch is looking at Harry like he’s grown a second head.

“You guys were right. Always have been, really, I just couldn’t say it before now.” Harry gulps, waiting for the ‘I told you so.’ It doesn’t come, though.

“Fuck, dude, I’m so sorry.” Harry shrugs it off.

“Not letting it get to me anymore. I’m tired of letting her break my heart.” He curses himself when tears begin to line his eyes.

“If I had known you really felt that way I would have backed off.” Harry nods at his words. “Sarah would’ve too.”

“It’s fine, Mitch, really. I just, I’m just tired, you know? It’s like there’s a magnetic force pulling me to her but every time I try to get close she shows me, yet again, that she can’t stand me.” He’s never been ashamed to show his feelings, and right now isn’t when he’s going to start. He lets his tears fall down his face as he leans back against the chair he’s sitting in.

“I really didn’t know, H. Normally I can tell when you like someone but it wasn’t like that this time.” Harry nods at him.

“You get pretty good at hiding your feelings when you’re hiding heartbreak after heartbreak.” He’s silent for a moment. “Should I cut off my hair?”

“If you want. But don’t do it just because you’re sad or you’ll regret it.” Harry closes his eyes as he debates the decision. A part of him wants to do it anyway, make the sadness go away for a moment as the exhilaration of a new haircut sinks in, but the rational part of him knows that Mitch is right.

As he sits there with tear stained cheeks, new droplets wetting his face every few seconds, he really wishes that he could hate you. He wishes that he could find anything to hate about you. But when he searches his brain for a reason to dislike you, he comes up empty. It’s frustrating, really. You seem to hate everything about him while he can’t hate a single thing when it comes to you.

He hears Mitch get up, presumably to go get something to eat, but he doesn’t open his eyes. There are a million memories with you flashing through his mind and it hurts him even more to know that every single one of them have been bad.

*

“What do you mean you can’t do it?” Your voice is high pitched, some would even say a little whiny. “Sarah, you promised me that you’d sing the song for me.”

“I know, Y/N. But something urgent came up with Mitch’s family and I have to be there.” Even over the phone, you can hear how worried that she is, so you can’t really bring yourself to be upset with her.

“It’s fine, Sarah. Really, I understand.” You hear her sigh of relief and a small smile graces your face, glad that she now has one less thing to worry about. “I’ll just find someone else to do it.”

“Ask Harry.” She suggests.

“Why would I do that?” The way your mood changed was immediate and it’s almost sad, how fast he gets you worked up.

“Because, Y/N, this project is due in like two days and he’s available.” She says in her duh voice. “Plus, he can sing really well, so just ask him. The worst thing he can say is no.”

“That’s a lie. The worst thing he can say is yes.” Sarah laughs before wishing you good luck and hanging up.

You groan, thinking about what Sarah said. She’s right, honestly. There’s nobody else that you’re going to find on such short notice, especially not one that can sing as good as Harry can. Admitting to yourself that you need him (which is something you never thought you’d say), you pick up your phone and click on his contact.

“Y/N?” His voice sounds deeper than usual, a little raspier, too. Almost like he just got out of bed. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t have an effect on you, the way your name sounds coming out of his mouth when he sounds like that.

“I need your help.” You grimace at the words.

“Alright. What do you need.” Your mind races, trying to figure out why he didn’t have a sarcastic comment or a snarky remark to throw at you. You ignore it for now, though.

“I need you to sing a song that I wrote for a project.” He hums, and you can picture him pulling his bottom lip between his fingers and then running his hand through his curls.

“Okay, when do you need me?” 

“Does tomorrow work? Around noon?” You hold your breath as you hope for the best.

“Yeah, I’ll be at your place then.”

You thank him and hang up, letting your phone fall from your hand down onto the couch. Harry Styles, the man that you swear you hate, is coming to your house tomorrow. 

*

When he arrives the next day, you almost immediately hand him the song and let him read over it, not necessarily wanting to spend any more time with him than needed. When he says he has a few suggestions, you’re terrified that he’s going to tell you how awful he is, but he actually only has a few suggestions to help with the flow of things. Besides that, he promises that it’s a really good song. 

You go to grab your camera and set it up while he strums on the guitar that he brought. Once you’re ready to begin filming, he sets the paper with the lyrics on it to the side and nods.

He begins singing after the camera has started recording and you get entranced by him almost immediately. His eyes close as soon as the first word leaves him mouth and with them shut you feel much more comfortable while looking at him. His hair is flowing all around him and you have the intense urge to tuck the strands behind his ears. There’s a small crease between his brows, that of which she wants to smooth out with a kiss to his forehead. He seems so concentrated, and something about it pulls at her heartstrings.

You shake your head. He’s your enemy, remember? you think to yourself as you divert your eyes to somewhere else in the room. 

After you’ve looked away you find yourself wondering why. Why do you hate Harry so much, really? Yeah he can be arrogant and cocky and rude but who isn’t? Yeah he talks about his famous life and his awards and chart placements a lot, but you would do the same in his shoes.

Plus, he really is pretty funny now that you stop to really think about it. He’s all the things that Sarah had told you over the past few months, and you can’t believe that you didn’t realize until now. You don’t hate Harry, you’ve been convincing yourself that you do to hide the way that you really feel about him.

You’re broken from your thoughts when he clears his throat. Once you turn to him, there’s a smirk on his face. “Could feel you watching me, love.”

Your cheeks burn at the statement. Regardless of the truth in it, you’re still not very keen on admitting that you were ogling him only minutes prior. 

“It’s alright, I find myself looking at you sometimes, too.” You don’t say anything to that, and the room falls quiet. 

With that stupid smirk, that’s way too hot for it to natural and fair, he picks up his keys and his coat and walks to your front door. “See you later, sweetheart.”

You raise your hand in a pathetic half wave goodbye and try your best to smile. As he opens the door, cold air sweeps through the room and you can see the snowflakes falling outside. “Great, there’s a storm.” He groans, but still continues to walk out the door.

“Harry, wait!” He stops, turning to face you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Um… leaving?” He gestures towards his car that’s most likely covered in snow by now.

“Not in this weather you’re not.” Your voice grows hard as you glare at him. You know that he’d most likely rather not be around you, but there’s not a chance in hell that you’re going to allow him to risk his life by driving home.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t put up a fight, he just shuts the door and shrugs his coat back off. He hesitantly comes back over to take a seat on the couch. You stay silent, struggling to find the words to say.

“So, um, do you want to watch something?” He asks after a few minutes of nearly unbearable silence.

“Yeah, I’ve been watching Lucifer on Netflix, but if you don’t want to watch that, we can watch a movie or something.” You offer, looking over at him.

“Yeah, we can watch that.” You grab the remote from the table and walk over to sit next to him on the couch. 

Pulling up Netflix and starting Lucifer, you let your eyes wander to Harry for a split second before noticing that he’s already looking at you. You immediately divert your gaze. Your cheeks begin to heat up, but you try your best to ignore it.

*

After watching almost an entire season of Lucifer, you’re just about ready to go to bed. You’ve gotten increasingly more comfortable beside Harry and you’ve even started to lean into him slightly. Not a single part of your body is touching yours, but you can tell that you’ve gotten closer.

You’re about to get up and brush your teeth when the lights go out. You groan, throwing your head back against the back of the couch. “Great, power’s out.”

He doesn’t say anything, just hums in response. 

“Stay where you are. I know where the candles and the flashlight is, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to get around.” You stand up, feeling your way through the living room towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinet closest to the wall, you pull out the three candles and the flashlight. Fuck, you forgot that there are only two candles. That’s not enough for there to be one in the hallway on the table, in the bathroom, and in the living room for Harry. And fuck, your extra blankets are in the washer.

You shake your head, lighting the candles and walking to the bathroom to place one down, and then through to the hallway to do the same. Making your way back to the kitchen, you pick up the flashlight and switch it on.

Once you reach the living room again, you clear your throat. “Okay, bad news. There were only two candles, and they need to be in the hallway and the bathroom.” You cough awkwardly. “Also, my extra blankets are dirty and I don’t want you to lay out here in the dark and freeze to death so,” your voice gets quieter, “do you maybe wanna come lay with me?”

He chokes on his spit and then clears his throat. “Um, yeah, yeah, sure. If that’s okay with you, of course. Remember, I can always go home.” You shake your head as his words.

“Nonsense, come on.”

Once the two of you are in your room, you climb into your bed and wait for Harry to do the same. Neither of you say a word as you get comfortable as you try to get to sleep. Without the heater working and there only being one blanket, though, it’s a little hard to stay warm and comfortable. “Um, Harry, I- can I- you- can we maybe… fuck I don’t know.”

You feel him turn towards you. “Are you cold, love?”

“Yeah.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, letting you lay your head on his chest and wrap yourself up in his embrace. His arms come to wrap around you and one hand finds its way to your hair as the other rests on your hip.

As you bask in his warmth, you try your best to not let yourself think about the way that you feel so perfectly comfortable in his arms. About how he smells so divine and he’s so warm that you’d be content with never leaving his embrace. About how, without even realizing it, you’ve been letting yourself believe that you hate Harry when really you’re in love with him. However, you’ll never tell him that. Not a chance. If there’s one thing that you absolutely will not do, it’s let Harry Styles break your heart.

*

When you open your eyes the next morning, you’re still in Harry’s arms. He isn’t awake yet, so you let yourself appreciate the way that his hair is tickling your face and the way that his arms are holding you tightly to his body. You let yourself enjoy the way that he’s got ahold of you like he can’t bear to lose you. 

You know that when he opens his eyes, everything is going to go back to normal. You’ll have to hate him again and he’ll pretend that none of this ever happened. That thought shouldn’t hurt you as much as it does.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by his voice. “Mornin’, love. Did you sleep well?”

You nod, all but entranced in the way that his voice is so much raspier when he first wakes up. “Sorry for being all over you, it was cold last night.” 

You go to move away from him, but he keeps you hugged to him. “Don’t apologize, like having you here, dove.” The words confuse you, but you don’t question them. Instead, you let yourself relax back into him.

Everything is silent for a few minutes, but the air is comfortable this time. “Do you wanna go get some coffee if the roads aren’t bad?” Harry whispers.

“Yeah, sure.”

The two of you climb out of bed and get ready for the day. You let him use an extra toothbrush and once you brush through your hair, you hand the tool to him. He gives a small “thanks” and gets to work on taming his hair as you walk out of the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he’s walking towards the living room with his keys and then he’s leading you out the door to his car.

The ride to the coffee shop is silent besides the hum of the radio, neither of you really knowing what to say.

Once the two of you slide into a booth at the little diner that he drove you to, you order a coffee and something as he does the same.

“So, tell me about yourself, Y/N. I don’t really know much about you.”

You hesitate for a moment, trying to figure out what to tell him.

“I write. My job is to write articles for this company. But I’m still in school technically, so I’m taking online classes to finish getting my degree. I like songwriting. Um, I think that’s about it.” Your cheeks heat up as you tell him about yourself, although none of the things that you’re listing are embarrassing.

“Why haven’t you ever talked about your songwriting before?” He ponders, placing his elbow on the table and resting his chin on his hand.

“Um, you hate me. Or.. hated me? I don’t know. I don’t want you to tear it apart just because you’re some hotshot writer. Or because you hate me.”

He pulls back, looking down. “Never hated you.”

“What?” You had to have heard that wrong.

“Ever stop to think why I was only rude when you got rude first?”

Your jaw drops as you think it over. “No, um, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, well. I never hated you.”

“So, you’re telling me that I hated you and you just… never hated me?” He grimaces.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He offers you a soft smile. “It’s fine.”

Throughout the next few hours, you sit there with Harry and talk about any and everything that comes to your mind. He pays for the bill, although you insist on letting you help. As you’re walking out to his car and he’s about to drive you home, he stops. “Um, hey would you maybe want to hang out some more?”

The question takes you by surprise, but you agree nonetheless. “Yeah, I actually would really like that.”

He nods, climbing into the car as you smile to yourself.

*

It’s been six months since you made Harry stay over at your house because of that pesky snowstorm, and you’ve never been more thankful for the weather.

You’ve spent the majority of your time together, going out to eat when possible and staying over at your house most nights. His is too big, as you’ve always said, so for the simple sleepovers, you insisted that he came over to yours. You’ve grown closer and closer to him, and now you can confidently say that he’s your best friend.

Along with the growing friendship, your feelings have gotten deeper. There’s not a single part of you can deny that you’re absolutely, head over heels in love with Harry. And you don’t want to anymore. You still don’t want to tell him, but you’re no longer lying to yourself in the slightest.

Today is the only day thus far that you’ve even slightly regretted how close that you’ve become with Harry. And that’s because you’re currently standing at the airport, head buried into his chest as you try to find a way to say goodbye for the next six months. 

“Don’t want you to go.” You whine as you hold him as close as you possibly can.

He murmurs a “fuck it” before pulling away from you.

“Come with me.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “I know, it sounds crazy. Absolutely ridiculous. But listen, we’ll go home, back to your place and we’ll pack your bags and then we’ll go. I’ll reschedule my flight. I- I can’t do this without you, Y/N.” He reaches up and runs a hand through his curls (which you’d begged him to let you braid, but he said it was easier to have it down for flights). “Listen, you’re my rock. I- I feel like I can breathe when you’re around me. Fuck, Y/N, I’m in love with you.” 

You freeze, completely shocked by the words that fell from his mouth.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that. That was stupid. Forget I ever said anything.” He’s rambling because he thinks there’s no way that you can feel the same but you do.

“I’m in love with you, H. Have been for a long time.” Before he can respond, you surge forward and grab his face in your hands. Bringing his face closer, you slot your lips with his and allow the kiss to envelop you. After a few moments, you pull back. “Let’s go home and get my bags packed.”

*

[flowersbby]

Star Struck | Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (If I’m missing any let me know please! :) )

a/n: You’re a model/ streamer in this one! :D I’m thinking about if I should turn this into a series or not? Lmk what you think. I hope you like it <3

It was a nice morning. The sun was shining through the tall windows that showed you a view of your balcony onto your bed, there was a slight breeze so it wasn’t too hot, and you could hear the birds chirping with the occasional honking due to LA traffic. The only reason you woke up was because the sun was shining right in your face. You groaned and put a pillow over your face. I really don’t want to get up right now. Just a few more minutes.. You thought and right as you were about to take the pillow off your face and turn over onto your other side so you could go back to sleep, your phone started ringing. “Ugh!” You groaned once again and reached for your phone that was on your nightstand. You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was your manager, Chris. You accepted the call and put the phone to your ear. “What do you want?” You asked in an annoyed and tired tone. You were definitely NOT a morning person. You hated mornings.

“Oh my God,” He said in a rushed tone, “Have you literally JUST woken up? You have a photoshoot in 2 hours! Makeup and wardrobe are waiting for you down here!” Your eyes widened. You completely forgot about it.

“I-I’ll be right there!” You told him and hung up. You sprang out of bed and almost ran to your walk in closet, your eyes scanning for a top that would match the black leather skirt you wanted to wear for the day. You decided on a black mesh body suit with a black crop top under it. All black today. like your soul. You quickly put on some black heels and brushed your hair, cringing at how the brush tugged on your hair when it reached a knot. You didn’t bother doing your makeup since your makeup team would take it off anyway. You fast walked to the door of your apartment, grabbed your purse off the hook, and opened your door to leave to your photoshoot.

                                                      🖤🖤🖤

After a lot of yelling from Chris for holding the makeup and wardrobe team up, you did your photoshoot and got to go home. When you got home, you took a mirror picture of your outfit and uploaded it to Instagram, putting the caption as “Fashionably Late 🖤💋”. You smiled at the influx of likes right as it posted. You were truly lucky to have your supporters, but you wanted one person in particular to see it. 

Corpse’s POV

I was casually playing Among Us with my friends while they streamed when I felt my phone vibrate slightly on my lap. I began to feel anxious to check my phone since I only have notifications on for one person but I didn’t want to take my eyes off the screen since I was following Jack, who I was sus of. Right when him and I entered electrical, he broke my neck. I felt relieved though since I got to finally look at (y/n)’s post.

My eyes widened when I saw the picture of her outfit. She looked good. Very good. I double tapped on it and immediately went to the comment section out of curiosity of what other people were saying. I looked at all the comments saying how pretty she was and smiled, but the comments made by creepy people made my blood boil. I wish I could just reply to them and say “That’s my girl. Stop.” but we both agreed to keep our relationship out of the public eye and I was truly fine with that. I just wish I could protect her from the creeps out there. 

I wasn’t even paying attention to the game until I suddenly saw “Victory” appear on my screen. “Let’s goooo!” I said into the mic. Everyone else was celebrating as well.

“Hey!” Rae exclaimed, “Let’s get (y/n) in here, she just got home.” My heart skipped a beat and I smiled.

“Yes!” I said a little too excited. Everyone else didn’t notice it though and agreed with me. I quickly texted her out of excitement.

Your POV

After receiving an invite from Rae and booting up your computer, as well as getting everything prepared to stream, you got a text from Corpse. You quickly grabbed your phone to respond back to whatever he said.

My Love 😊💖💖

im so excited to hear your voice

i’ve missed you

<3

You blushed at his messages. You thought about what to text back for a minute until you figured out what to say.

You

I have so much to tell you from today

I missed you so much bb

ft later?

You set your phone back on your desk and loaded up Among Us, joining the discord call while you wait. You were greeted by everyone as you joined.

“(Y/n)! Good noon!” Greeted Rae. You smiled as everyone in the call erupted in hello’s.

“Hey, (y/n).” Corpse said after everyone else had their chance to greet you.

Your stomach did backflips from him just saying your name. “Hi~” You said in a sing songy voice and started streaming. “How are all you guys doing?” You asked as your picked up your water from your desk and started drinking.

“Good now that you’re here..” Corpse muttered. You choked on your water and erupted in coughing, taken aback from what he said. Good thing your were muted.

“Corpse?!” Yelled Poki.

“What did you say?!” Also yelled Felix. The rest were just erupting in Aw’s.

“U-uh,” Corpse stuttered, “I meant that because (y/n) is such a good imposter and I’ve been a little off my game today so I’m hoping we get imposter together so I have some content for a video.” Good cover up.. You thought as your coughing got under control. I think he forgot to mute himself. 

“Yeah!” You exclaimed, “We got this my dude!” You took a glance at chat and saw everyone going crazy. Half of them were typing in all caps asking for someone to clip that moment, and half were shipping you and corpse.

“I can only play one game anyway,” Corpse said, “I have stuff to do.” You frowned at what he said. You haven’t gotten to talk with him all day because of how rushed you were this morning and now you won’t have time to talk with him now because of how different your schedules are. Even though you two loved each other a lot you have had your arguments about this with him. You hate that he lives two hours from you or else this wouldn’t be an issue. You would be over at his house everyday if he lived in LA. You hated long distance.

You had a great time playing with your friends, but when Corpse left you got a little gloomy. He wasn’t answering your texts either. You sighed and changed into his hoody he left in your closet when he visited last and put on some grey pajama shorts. You tied your hair into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get in your way for the rest of the night even though you were just going to watch Netflix in your bed and eat chips. After grabbing your snacks, you walked to your bedroom and opened the glass door to the balcony in your room, turned your LED lights to (f/c), got comfortable in your bed, and turned on your favorite show on your TV.

You were scrolling through Instagram as you heard a knock at your door. A scared feeling washed over you and you paused what you were doing. It was like you were frozen in time and if you made one sudden movement everything would come crashing down. They knocked again. You were scared that some crazed fan found your address to your apartment. Cautiously, you walked to your door and looked through the peek hole. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and a wide grin appeared on your face as you saw who it was. You quickly unlocked your door and opened it. You wasted no time and grabbed Corpse’s face and kissed him with so much passion you didn’t want to stop. He lifted you up and held your thighs in his hands, walking into your apartment and shutting the door with his foot. “I’ve missed you so much baby.” He breathed as he kept kissing you.

You pulled away from the heated session and Corpse carefully placed you on your feet. You hugged him. “I missed you too.” You said and didn’t want to let go. Corpse placed a kiss on your head as he hugged you and rubbed your back. You realized something and pulled away from the hug. “Where’s your stuff?” Noticing he didn’t have a suitcase.

He looked at you with a blank expression. “Fuuuckk....” He groaned. “I forgot it.” 

You looked at him confused. “How do you forget your stuff. It’s a two hour drive here!” You laughed.

He scratched the back of his neck embarrassed. “I really missed you and I was excited to surprise you,” He explained. “I didn’t want to get here late and have you asleep so I didn’t even think about packing.”

You smiled. “Well, at least you have a ton of clothes here you’ve left.” 

He smirked, looking at his hoodie on your body. “Yeah, I see that.”

You smirked back at him, turned around, and began to walk back into your bedroom, wanting him to follow you. Corpse quickly swept you off your feet and put you over his shoulder, plopping you on the bed as he got on top of you. He looked into your eyes. “I’m tired.” He muttered.

“Let’s cuddle then, baby.” You smile. He smiles back at you tiredly as he moves off you to be the big spoon, pulling you against him by wrapping his arm around your waist. You felt happy in that moment. You finally got to be with the only man who loves you for you physically, instead of two hours away. You both fell asleep, taking in this moment.

[azucanela]

Hey, can I get an Bakugou/Shouto/Shinsou hcs where they have a crush on their classmate that haves an astronomic quirk? I had seen an artwork where the guy is just like an universe force full of stars on his body and I've just had this idea. I hope you having a good day✨✨✨

REACTING TO S/O WITH ASTRONOMIC QUIRK [GN HEADCANNONS]

ft. bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shouto

SUMMARY: in which Y/N has an astronomic quirk and the boys can’t help but fall for her. 

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

WARNINGS: mentions of threats, fluff, really pg tbh

A/N: there is a total of two gifs for shinsou hitoshi that exist so for the sake of fairness we shall move away from gifs! also i hope you have a nice day too bb <3

BAKUGO KATSUKI

the volume in this bus is

astronomical.

okay but fr you have an astronomic quirk that essentially allows you to do anything in relation to the universe, so you’re out here making black holes with your hands and shooting out some cosmic energy at your opponents, your lil super weapon is a supernova

whenever you use your quirk your body literally glows, like it looks like a galaxy on your body, your skin literally looks straight out of a photo from NASA, its almost as if your hair becomes a liquid as it floats into the air, defying gravity, wisps of energy occasionally coming off, speaking of defying gravity you can fly because gravity happens to not exist in space um float float woo 

moral of the story, you are POWERFUL, scoring in the top five amongst your class, depending on your control over your quirk and creativity, you may have even outdone katsuki

he hates you for this, and despises you because you’re just so good at being a hero, and yet everyone is still a student. unlike him you hopefully have your emotions in check, and are far more capable of social interactions, which are very important as a hero! for rescues, and interviews, and team ups! collaboration is key.

as he grows as a person, he also grows out of this mentality of despising those who are better than him and instead begrudgingly seeking their assistance to improve. so congrats, you earned his respect! you are one of few that his managed this task!

he just kinda forces himself into your life, not that you mind, but it is a little random when he just kinda plops down beside you during lunch and starts eating, looking at you as though he’s daring you to say something

you just raise a brow and move on, continuing to speak with your friends who remain baffled by his sudden presence

katsuki is gonna be asking you to train 24/7, he wants to improve his skills and you are one of few he considers worthy, you don’t mind because he’s also talented and your quirks are pretty well suited for each other in combat practice

realistically you could just suck him into one of your black holes but he doesn’t need to know that

anyways during one of these training sessions, after a while of actually getting to know you and stuff it just kinda hits him that you look really ethereal when you’re using your quirk, and wow you are beautiful

and now he’s been hit in the face by one of your cosmic blasts, and he is cursing and you are apologizing, coming over to his as the stars on your skin fade and your hair returns to normal

katsuki is BLUSHING as he realizes his mistake and he is desperately hoping you did not notice why he screwed up, swatting you away as you attempt to help him up from the floor, the remnants of your quirk’s glow still in the training room

he was here to be a hero. not to have stupid crushes.

you are definitely his first crush oh god. this boy is an emotional mess, he’s never felt like this, he never had the time or the desire to feel like this, katsuki has always felt like nobody else could keep up with him so why should he like anyone?

until someone could keep up with him, that someone being you

he likes you oh no. oh no. oh no. panic is all that is katsuki bakugo and he’s going to try and storm out but you’re like omg what the hell man???

everytime he sees you, especially when you’re using your quirk, he’s gonna get all blushy, and everyone is gonna notice how flustered he is, they’ll catch on pretty quick

accidentally stares at you in class and it frustrates him to no end when he begins to focus again and realizes he allowed his gaze to fall onto you

“you’re staring again bakugo 👀”

“SHUT UP.”

when you two start dating he’s gonna want to ask you to use your quirk when you’re alone just because he wants to admire you and how pretty it looks, but it is going to take a LOT of bullying and pushing to get him to reveal this

let him touch your starry skin he’ll be freakishly calm, and his touch will be so gentle because it is just so pretty and its you and it seems really out of character for him but your quirk is just so coming because at the end of the day it is you

moral of the story is stars calm our boy baku

SHINSOU HITOSHI 

the only person who hasn’t seen your quirk in action because he doesn’t get accepted into the Hero Course until later on. but he’s probably gonna see it for the first time at the UA Sports Festival.

you two are friends already! you wormed your way into his life, initially to his dismay but now he likes you as a friend, thats about to change

you probably just started sitting down at lunch with him randomly and he got really confused and you just kinda shrugged and were like, “you have nice hair.” 

that was it.

in all honesty, the purple color of his hair lowkey reminded you of your own quirk and you kinda just wanted to meet him and that’s what you did, after a while of hyping yourself up and backing out several times

regardless, it became a daily thing and you found yourself determined to befriend him, and you did! it was lovely, he was slowly accepting you and everything was going great, he was finally talking about stuff with you during lunch and he’d wave in the halls and woo!

anyways, the UA Sports Festival, you’re like the only person he knows so he’s paying attention to the festival purely for you, even when he gets eliminated

you’re about to go up against bakugo and allow me to explain some of the other wonderful parts of the universe

a wormhole = a white hole and i think its still rather theoretical and not proven but right now in this instance they are definitively real! so you can teleport with you quirk basically! not that anyone knows this because you’ve been saving this lovely ability

there is also black holes but that is a little excessive for a festival, and cosmic blasts, but bakugo has blasts of his own so

shinsou is watching and then you begin GLOWING AND HE’S SO SHOCKED MAN, like your skin looks like a picture of the galaxy, and your hair is glowing and floating in the air, hands sparking with wisps of energy radiating off of you 

its beautiful, you’re beautiful, bye bye platonic feelings, shinsou just fell in love by accident

he probably liked you already but it took this moment for him to realize that he liked you. 

shinsou is watching in astonishment as a white hole opens up in front of you, bakugo blasting forward at an incredibly quick rate and shooting through the hole, just to end up outside the arena

that’s the story of how bakugo almost killed you on camera and you won the sports festival :D shinsou thinks you are so COOL but he’s gonna be really nonchalant about it and be lowkey when he asks you about your quirk

tbh he’s gonna be bashful, but he’ll ask for a demonstration of your abilities because he really just wants to see that again, and when you say yes he’s pretty ecstatic though he isn’t expressing it.

“hey.. why didn’t you tell me about your quirk?”

“you never asked”

“would you mind uh..”

you’re looking at him like what you want boy

“would you mind showing me your quirk?” the words come out quicker than he’d wanted but you don’t seem to notice

“sure! right now?” 

you two are in his room and he doesn’t know why but seeing your body begin to glow, beautiful stars lighting up your skin, it feels rather intimate, and he finds himself blushing

you’re giving him a demonstration of your other abilities but he can only really focus on just how pretty you look because WOW

in general, he’s gonna try to catch glimpses of you using your quirk as often as he can, though it is difficult since you are in different classes 

when you two start dating it’s probably around the time he gets accepted into the hero course, and he feels like he’s behind so naturally he asks his girlfriend and best student in the class for help training!

get’s distracted the first couple of times he sees you use your quirk in class, but he manages to get over it after a while, mostly

not ashamed to blatantly stare at you in class, because you are his girlfriend and he is VERY proud to say that

TODOROKI SHOUTO

welp

this boy

is probably an astronomy nerd, idk why but i can see it, he just knows an odd amount of things about the universe and stuff or anything astronomy related

where’s this constellation? oh ask shouto for some reason he knows

honestly though, he had a lot of tutors growing up since he spent most of his time at home “training” with his father, shouto didn’t go to school and was instead taught by these tutors, and astronomy happened to be a very prominent subject

due to his blunt personality, he’s the only person who is gonna outright say that you look really beautiful when you use your quirk, and everyone is gonna think they’re hearing things, but he has no shame repeating it when asked

you’re blushing this time around ma’am

like you’re all demonstrating quirks as Aizawa pretends to determine if you are going to get expelled or not, and you kinda just begin to glow, your skin looks like the literal galaxy and your hair is glowing a variety of colors, becoming an liquified thing as wisps of energy radiate off you and yoU’RE JUST FLYING ACROSS THE FIELD WOW

space has no gravity because people go float, this is why you also float, but it is a controlled float! you also have cosmic blasts, a funky black hole, a white hole that definitively exists in this universe, yeah astronomic quirk looking good rn

“that’s incredible.”

“im sorry what did you say?”

“her quirk is very impressive.”

later on probably after the two of you are slowly befriending each other, shouto finds you interesting and he wants to learn more about your quirk, and he thinks you would be a decent training partner seeing as the two of you are at the top of your class, so he starts associating with you

and associating with you becomes sitting with you during lunch, sharing his food, studying with you, training with you, he’s spending a lot of his time with you and the entire class notices because shouto is normally way more withdrawn what is this??

its not until one particular training day that uraraka wonders if the dekusquad should get involved, you’re using your quirk and she, todoroki and the others are on the sidelines just watching as they wait for their turn to spar

shouto is staring at you, eyes wide, mouth open with wonder and he just says, “wow. that’s beautiful.”

uraraka is like DID I HEAR YOU RIGHT HAHGAS

he likes yessir, that is a gorgeous person that i simp for look at them glowing so pretty yes yes

idk who approaches who first, either shouto is so confused by this weird feeling he gets whenever he is around you and starts avoiding you, opting to visit midoriya since he’s knowledgable and asks what is wrong with him. or uraraka insists on an intervention since homeboy is clearly in love with you and someone has to tell his deku smh

once he realizes he likes you hes probably gonna be quiet about it for a hot minute, and you find his silent behavior odd because to everyone else he’s like this, yes, but with you he tended to talk more and now you’re like??

shouto is trying to figure out what to do about this situation because this was an ACCIDENT and he does fear losing you since you are like the only person he considers a friend at this point.

you confront him and he’s kinda like, “apparently im in love with you.” he cracks pretty fast about whats going on and he is really upfront with you and you’re just like WELP

thats how you start dating icy hot :)

only one that is not ashamed to ask you to use your quirk because PRETTY SHINY WOW gorgeous just art. definitely takes time to just stare at your glowing skin, connecting the stars with his fingers in astonishment he’s gonna tell you how pretty you are 24/7 even if you don’t use your quirk because you are just that beautiful

loves telling you random astronomical facts, tries to see if the things he learns can be used by you since your quirk is based off space

accidentally finds astrology and is now lowkey obsessing over zodiac signs and nearly got his ass beat by bakugo because he had a temper tantrum and shouto was like “this is just because you are an Aries.”

power couple woo

you aren’t just his world, you’re his universe <3

[sukifans]

Get that bread! I really miss working but I also enjoy not being on my feet all the time lol Can I ask for #10 and #16 with Sokka and a f!reader? A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person. -🍓

DAY OFF // sokka

WC: 1.8k

WARNINGS: none

A/N: these two prompts were so cute together i love it!! thank u for the request bb. i keep writing about people being cold and i think i’m just trying to manifest some fall weather instead of the 85° days that i’m getting where i live

⇦ 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

You shivered against the chilly morning air and, still mostly asleep, reached around to find the warm body that usually occupied the bed with you. When your hand found only blankets and pillows you peeked one eye open to discover you were alone. You frowned and sat up, squinting against the early morning sunlight that streamed through the window. With a huff you threw your socked feet over the side of the bed to step into your slippers and wrapped yourself in the warmest fur from your bed before venturing out into the main room of your home. You found Sokka sitting by the hearth in the center of the room, chin in his palm as he considered the scroll in front of him. He looked up when he heard you enter and a soft smile spread across his face when he saw you bundled up and eyes barely open.

“Morning,” he called to you, patting the spot next to him on the mat. You made a sleepy noise of acknowledgement as you shuffled over and plopped down next to him with a yawn. “What’re you doing up so early?”

“‘S cold in bed without you,” you mumbled, snuggling up against his side. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in tight against him. Though it was still frigid, you already felt warmer in his embrace. You unthinkingly accepted the quick peck he gave you like every other morning. “Why are you awake?”

“Dad asked me to look over these plans for the new village square before the council meeting today.”

You groaned and buried your face into his neck. “I thought you said they could handle it? You promised no work for a few days so we can just lay in bed and eat and do nothing.”

“I know, but I can’t help being the most competent person around here. They need me... desperately. I mean, look at this!” He gestured forcefully at the plans. “Not even Aang’s spirity stuff could hold this building up. And the market placement just doesn’t make any sense.”

“You’re cute when you’re smart.” You pressed a kiss to his jaw and leaned against his shoulder.

“I’m always smart.”

“You’re always cute,” you giggled at the look he shot down at you.

“I think I’ve been a bad influence on you. That almost gave me oogies.”

“Almost?”

He cupped your face in his hands and nudged your nose with his. “Yeah, if you weren’t so darn cute yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and slid your hands over his, smiling. “Ew. Gross, Sokka.”

“I can’t help it, you bring it out of me.”

“Still not as gross as Aang and Katara, though.”

Sokka pulled a face and tossed his head back. “Blegh, don’t make me think about that. I was having such a nice time just looking at your pretty face.”

“Stop it,” you huffed, “you’re making me blush.”

“I know, it’s cute.” His fond, teasing grin only made your cheeks flush warmer.

“Come back to bed,” you sighed, turning your head to kiss his palm. “The village square can wait, surely.”

His regretful expression did not leave you hopeful. “The meeting is today.”

“You have to go?” He nodded and your lips turned down into a frown. “Ugh. No fair, I called dibs on you today.”

His rumbling chuckle filled your chest with a glowing warmth. “Unfortunately, the council doesn’t respect the sovereignty of dibs.”

You clicked your tongue distastefully. “Well, I don’t respect the sovereignty of the council.”

“Just don’t let them hear you say that,” he said before leaning in to give you a sweet kiss to wipe away your pout. You hummed happily against his mouth, shifting your body as close as you could and reaching into his hair to pull it free from the wolf tail he wore. His warm breath tickled across your face when you pulled away just enough to catch your breath.

“What do you have against my wolf tail?” he asked, kissing you quickly again.

“You’re so pretty with your hair down,” you murmured, “‘s not my fault.”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” he laughed. He watched you curiously as you stood again, taking his hands and tugging him up with you. You walked backwards in the direction of your bedroom, sporting a sly smirk when he put up no resistance.

“C’mon, pretty boy. Those blankets and pillows are calling our names.” He simply chuckled and shook his head but still happily followed your lead to collapse back in bed. You pulled one of the fur blankets over the both of you, thrilled to have his warm weight on top of you in bed once again.

“I can’t believe you seduced me back here,” he grumbled against your shoulder as your arms snaked around his waist.

“You know you can’t resist me,” you said, kissing his temple.

“Mhm.” He propped himself up on his elbows to look down at you. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll go to this meeting, get it over with as quick as possible. Then I’ll come home, lock the door, barricade the windows, and we won’t leave this bed for a whole day. How does that sound, princess?”

You hummed thoughtfully, tapping your chin as you considered this. “Make it two days and you’re golden.”

“Even better.” He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, tilting your chin up. You raised one hand into his hair to twirl the loose strands between your fingers. “You might give me a run for my money as far as being the smartest person here.”

“You can keep the title. Wouldn’t want to bruise your ego.” You pulled him back down to your mouth insistently. He indulged you for a few moments, gently brushing his thumb along your cheekbone while his hand pressed against your jaw.

“I really”—he kissed you again—“need to look”—and again—“at those plans.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

“You’re very distracting.”

“That’s my job.”

“Well, I have to go do my job.” He gave you one last lingering kiss before pushing himself back up to stand next to the bed. You groaned unhappily, wrapping yourself tightly in the blankets. He ruffled your hair affectionately and walked back out into the main room. After moping in the warm softness of your bed for a few minutes longer, you resigned yourself to dressing in your coziest furs in that signature blue of the water tribes. The women of the tribe had been kind enough to fashion you a wardrobe that would keep you comfortable in the arctic weather as soon as they heard you’d be coming with Sokka for his most recent return trip to the developing faction.

You followed his path out of the bedroom and went about preparing a pot of tea to hang over the fire. Sokka had become absorbed in marking up the plans with corrections and only briefly glanced up to shoot you a warm smile when you sat next to him with a cup and a book in hand. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, leaning against one another, both completely content to simply exist in the vicinity of the other.

Eventually, maybe after an hour or so, Sokka set his brush down, stretched, and turned to pull your back against his chest in a squeezing hug around your middle, setting his chin on your shoulder. You didn’t look up from your book but still leaned back into his hold, squirming a little as he peppered kisses on the little skin of your neck and face that your clothes left exposed.

“Meeting’s soon,” he sighed quietly, lips barely brushing your ear as he spoke. “I should get going.”

You tilted your head back to gaze up at him pleadingly. “Promise it’ll be quick?”

“I can’t promise anything”—he pecked your lips—“but I’ll try my best.”

“Mmm, fine.” You turned your attention back to your book. “Go be your impressive and intelligent and nitpicky self.” He puffed up at your praise until you mentioned “nitpicky,” at which point he scoffed and pinched your cheek.

“I have to be nitpicky, they’re putting up buildings.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing. I think it’s endearing,” you said absently, turning the page as you read. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“You’re distracting me again.”

“Don’t blame me.” He licked his finger and stuck it in your ear, making you recoil with a shout of disgust. You slapped his chest with your book. “Ugh, Sokka! You are such a child; I rescind my previous praises. Get out.”

He laughed deviously as he stood and made his way to the door where his outerwear hung on the wall. You huffed in irritation and repositioned yourself to get comfortable again, shooting him a glare that he returned with a cheeky grin while he shrugged into his thick parka.

“Aw, c’mon, princess! Don’t be mad at me when I’m about to leave. I could die out there and the last thing you would’ve said to me would be, ‘get out.’”

You rolled your eyes. “If the Fire Nation couldn’t kill your goofy ass I doubt anything will get you during a council meeting.”

“You don’t know that,” he postured as he stepped into his boots. “A rabid polar bear dog could burst into the building and eat us all.”

“Run faster than those geriatrics on the council and you’ll be fine.” You couldn’t help but smile a little bit at his bark of laughter.

“Your lack of concern stings,” he said, pressing his hand to his heart.

“I’m sure it does.” He walked back over to you and lifted you to your feet. His hands slid down your sides and settled on your waist.

“I’m sorry,” he pouted dramatically. “Please forgive me?” You tried your best to look bothered, but he knew you couldn’t resist that groveling look and those wide, clear blue eyes.

“You’re annoying, but I guess you’re forgiven.”

“So merciful, my dearest, darling (Y/N).” He took your hand that wasn’t holding your book and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles tenderly. Even though he was teasing, the gesture still flustered you.

“Oh, cut it out.” You swatted at him, hoping he didn’t notice the pink in your cheeks (he did).

“I’ll be back soon—“ he pulled you in closer so you were chest to chest “—don’t miss me too much.”

“No promises,” you said before wrapping your arms around his neck and rising on your toes to kiss him sweetly. “Don’t get eaten by a polar bear dog.”

“No promises,” he echoed with a laugh, slotting his mouth over yours once more. After stalling with kisses for a bit longer, he finally stepped away and opened the door, letting in a blast of freezing air. You wrapped your arms around yourself and shivered.

“Love you,” you called after him.

“Love you, too.” He sent you a wave and a warm smile before stepping out and shutting the door behind him.

With a resolute sigh you opened your book and settled down again, pouring a fresh cup of tea to hold in your icy fingers. The fire didn’t warm you nearly as much as Sokka’s presence did, but it would have to do for now.

ATLA TAGS: @hotgirlazula @octophopi @simpinforsukka @protect-remus @akiris @sunflowerazula

ZUKO/SOKKA TAGS: @fiantomartell @avatarayeaye @hypercakeiii

[my-one-true-l]

How about the wammy boys' reactions to their s/o telling them 'i love you' for the first time? Have a nice day and thank you!

Hello Dear Anon.   As you wish. 😊 These are a little on the long side because I was feeling dialogue-y. 

L

L sits at his computer, thump pressed to his bottom lip, motionless with the exception of his eyes scanning the screen.  His Love sneaks up behind him and plants a kiss on the top of his head.

“Still at it?” they ask as they set their hands on his shoulders.

“I haven’t discovered any satisfactory evidence to convict the suspect.  Therefore, I will be “still at it” until I do.”

“Ok, I understand. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t need a break or anything.”

“I appreciate your concern for my well-being, but it’s unnecessary.”

“It will always be necessary. I love you, L.” They turn to walk back to their room. “Just don’t get burned out, ok?”

L turns his attention from his work and looks at them, removing his thumb from his lip as astonishment finds its way to his expression.

“What did you just say?” He questions, taken by surprise by their sudden declaration.

“Don’t get burned out?”

“No, before that?”

“I love you?”

“…That’s what I thought you said.” The dark circles under his eyes being rivaled by the rose staining his cheeks.

They set a hand on top of his.  “It’s ok. I understand. It came out of nowhere. I wasn’t thinking-“

“No,” he interrupts as he turns his palm upward to holds their hand. “I love you as well.”

 Near

Near and his Love are sitting together working on a house of cards that is comprised of at least 6 decks (it’s more a castle).

“Did you know that the world record for the longest house of cards is 25 feet 9 and 7/16 inches in length?”

“No, I did not,” they reply with a smile. “I love that you know that. I also love you.”

Near smiles, never looking away from their project, a strong blush colors his alabaster complexion.  “I’m sure it’s just a surge of your oxytocin levels, but I am having the same experience.”

 Mello

Mello comes into the room and, with a loud huff, plops down on the sofa next to his Love. They have dumped out a jumbo bag of M&Ms on the coffee table and are sorting them by color and arranging them into letters.

“Can I have some of those? Someone found my stash of Hershey and now I’m not only pissed, but hardcore craving.”

They laugh at him, grateful that his vices were limited to chocolate. They didn’t want to imagine what he would be like otherwise. “You can have all of them in a minute.” They toss a single blue one to him. “There. Wouldn’t want you to go through withdrawal.”

“Wow, could you spare it?” He chuckles as he pops in into his mouth. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me after all.”

“Funny you should say that.” They say as they point to the table where the M&Ms clearly spell out “I love you.”

“…Really?”

They nod with a sheepish grin on their face.

Mello takes a few spare candies and adds the word “too” to the end of their candy sentence and smiles. “I feel kinda shitty eating these now!”

“That’s why I bought an extra bag.”

Matt

“HA! And that’s game!” Matt throws his controller in triumph as he bests his online opponent with little help from his Love. “You held your own. I’m really proud of you.”

“It’s ok.” They know they were of no help. “I’m good at other stuff.”

“Yeah you are. You’re kickass at go-karts and you’re a deadeye when we play old school “House of the Dead”.  He bolstered them.

“Yeah.” They look at the controller in their hands and mindlessly press the buttons. “I’m also pretty good at loving you.”

“Huh?” Not even his goggles could mask his surprise.

“I love you, Matt. I thought you should know.”

“And I thought you didn’t feel the same way I do.”

 Beyond Birthday

“Does this look pensive and quirky enough?” BB crouched in the chair with his knees tucked up to his chest. “Like I’m just so engrossed in my arrogant deductions that no one can outsmart me?” He pressed his thumb mockingly to his lip.

“Sure, I guess so.” They look at him with aggravated confusion. “I’m sorry, what exactly are you trying to do again?”

This had been going on for hours.

“Here, let me try it with a cup of coffee.” He ignored their question as he got up to grab a mug.

“No.” They grab him by the hand before he can leave. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you practicing pretending to be someone else?”

He looked at their grasp and brought his glare to meet their eyes. “What are you doing? If you think that you’re going to –“

“I don’t care. I don’t want you to be anyone else. I love you.”

His face softened into something that was starting to be unrecognizable under all of his pretenses. “You love me?”

“Yes, you ass, I love you. Not whoever this L is. Not you as L. You. I love you.”

“No one ever wants me.” He whispered under his breath.

“Well, I do.”

“I love you, too.  I never dreamed you would return my affections.” Sincerity dripped from his words. “I have to do this, though. I have to.”

They sighed in resignation. “Can you be done for tonight? Please? I just want to be with BB.”

“Yes, because I love you,” He liked being able to say the words to them. “But only for tonight.”

[ofdamnation]

“how  could  you?” all our ships :~)

QUESTION STARTER MEME !

ALRIGHT ADRI . HOW COULD YOU ? skhfkhfn you asked for it bb ! 

JASON & KAILEEN.

    ‘  how could i ?? ’    he has to laugh , does she really think that he’s a GOOD guy after all they’ve been through ? he can’t fathom why she stays , why she always stays .   ‘  what ?  did you think i’d suddenly changed overnight , kai ?  that i’m the guy you want me to be now ?  ’   he swears she wants to change him , which isn’t loving someone it’s shaping someone , and he hates the thought of it .   ‘  you think you’re the only girl in my life ??  ’    he knew she’d be upset , of course , but was it his way of trying to get rid of her ?  not at all , he’s merely testing her whether he knows it for himself or not . jason believes something he does will make her leave at some point , so why wait . right ?

ANITA & RYKER.

    ‘ you’re joking , right ? ’   it’s not something ryker would usually ask , not in that manner anyway . is he actually upset with her ??  no , he can’t be . just anger , that’s all he seeps .  anita lets out a sigh , plopping herself down in the nearest seat she can because she is TIRED , she’s constantly running around . it’s no surprise she’s double - crossed him , is it ??  it is anita after all .   ‘  you brought me into this shit , ryker . without caring if i wanted to or not , AGAIN . this is precisely why i ran away from jase and i am not taking it from you too .  ’   a warning , though the old anita would never be so forward about it .   ‘  the people that wanted my bounty , yeah ?  they paid me . you pay me in what ?  treating me like shit ?  you can see where my better bargain was .  ’    sarcasm DRIPS from her tongue , scoffing up at the male in front of her .   ‘  so either try and kill me , or let me sleep for five fucking minutes . ’

MILES & DYLAN.

    brows raise up at the female questioning him and he has to have a little chuckle to himself , because surely she can’t be asking him this . surely dylan understands she has NO fucking right to anymore .   ‘  because i felt like it ?  ’   miles scoffs , a smirk tugging at his expression due to the amount of drugs in his system . she’s BROKEN him , he is a mess . their last interaction where he found her on a date ? saying all of the things he was scared she would say ? it destroyed the man he was .  ‘  what the fuck do you care how much i take in the one day anyway ? you’re not my fuckin’ mother .  ’   the male laughs , loudly in fact because he does find it amusing that the blonde is even pretending to care .   ‘  i could take everything i have to sell right now , and what the FUCK would you care , dylan ?  ’   the male questions , fumbling to get up from his seat to walk towards her .   ‘  truth is you wouldn’t , right  b a b e ?  ’

ABIGAIL & RYKER.

    ‘  i had no CHOICE , ryker !!  ’    the female attempts to compose herself but the truth is that she is scared , she’s so scared of him . she knew she shouldn’t have left , but she so desperately wanted to see damien , to know if there was still an inch of a chance with him .  ‘  i’m so sorry . . .  ’   the female sobs , unable to stop herself as she pleads with the male in front of her after him finding out that she’d run away .   ‘  i hate it here !  it’s not fair . you made me lose everything , i only have you . . .  ’   she mumbles , braving herself up to say the last part she NEEDED to .   ‘  and you don’t even care about me , so what’s the point !?  just let me go , i’ll leave you alone . i’ll never speak a WORD about you again , please . just leave me alone , i want to be alone . ’   she loses all ability to stand , falling to her knees in defeat .    ‘ i deserve to be alone . ’   oh , abigail . always one for the dramatics .

ABIGAIL & DAMIEN.

    ‘  i didn’t , damien .  ’   it’s like she’s completely defeated now , she doesn’t know where to go and who to turn to . a sigh escapes her lips , pulling the sleeve of her jackson down to wipe the single tear falling down the apple of her cheek .   ‘ i didn’t go BACK to him , he found me . i didn’t want to go back there .  ’    it hurts her to know that he even thinks she wants this life anymore , the poor girl wants nothing more than to be as far away from ryker as she can be right now .  ‘  i wanted to stay with you . . .  if you’d let me .  ’   gaze lifts from the ground to his own , a pout forming on her lips without her say so as she fights back tears .  ‘  please  ??  ’

ALEAH & RYZER.

    ‘  i technically didn’t———  ’   though she stops herself  , knowing smart - ass comments at this precise moment might get her killed .   ‘  it’s not MY fault you didn’t kill everyone involved , ryz .  there’s a lot of them and they’re angry !  you killed one of their like. . . leaders .  ’   she shrugs , not knowing what else she can say . she didn’t call them here to attempt to get rid of ryzer , she wouldn’t do that . in fact , she’s pretty happy in the male’s company . aleah wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise that .   ‘  but maybe instead of pointing the blame at me , we should go ?  more will come , and it won’t just be a couple of them . let’s just grab our stuff and go , okay ??  come on , you know i wouldn’t double - cross you like that , baby . ’    the blonde pouts , an arm daring to reach for his own as she tugs him towards the room to gather their things .

[whirlybirbs]

I love drunk Poe! Can you switch it up and have Poe take care of a drunk reader??

oops this is long! some bar fights and drunk kisses!

You’re on your sixth drink when punches are thrown.

The night is off to a bad start – you didn’t care when Rapier Squadron’s Captain had dissed your ‘piece of junk x-wing’. You hammered back your drink instead. You didn’t care when he made a snide comment about your lack of piloting skills. No, you didn’t even bat an eyelash when he mocked your rank. You just kept your head down and drank, taking Poe’s advice to just ignore him and that he wasn’t worth it.

Poe can see the tension in your eyes – enough that he sits a little closer, lets his hand squeeze your knee under the table. Poe turns, eyes darting to the Captain in question across the cantina.

“Why don’t you stuff it, Berkins.”

“Sure thing, Poe. Once you’re little princess over there is ready to prove her worth.”

You feel your lip snarl, but Kare serves you a look to tamper it down. Don’t, it says. Poe’s hand tightens, skimming a bit higher to grip your thigh. His hand is hot – it’s distracting enough. You mull on your drink and try to ignore the righteous asshole. You’re drunk. 

“He’s looking for a fight,” Poe mutters, dark eyes watching you carefully.

But, when his words turned to mocked Black squadron? When he took a stab at Oddy and L’ulo and Jessika and Snap and Kare and Poe?

You might be drunk, but you’re still going to kick his ass.

“And that’s what he’s gunna get.”

You’re on him before Poe can even register what you’re doing – the punch lands hard and fast and cracks the man’s nose. The snide captain recoils, hands flying to his face as he curses. You’re fuming, arms tense and knuckles bloodied.

“Say that again,” you slurr, eyes hot with anger as your finger darts out to point him down, “Say it again so I can rip your throat out.”

Poe is tripping out of his seat, Snap quick to follow as they try to separate the fight, but just like it started it boils back up again in a blink. Poe staggers backwards, barely missing a volley from the Rapier Captain, but you’re quick to capitalize on his moves and deliver a tough blow to his ribs.

Poe squirms, face recoils in a grimace just like Snap.

“Oh, shit.”

“She’s gunna tear him to pieces,” it’s Kare, voice heavy with amazement.

You’re screaming, angry battle-cries in your native tongue as you absolutely wail on the man, using whatever you can get your hands on as a weapon – Jessika steps up beside Poe, eyes light with admiration. Poe is stuck, watching you handle yourself quite well. It’s not until the Rapier squadron realizes their Captain is screwed and begins to move in to fight you back. Someone lands a mean punch square to your face that’s all it takes for Black squadron to jump into action –

Jessika and Oddy tear you away as Snap, Poe, and Kare shove Rapier squadron back. It’s Poe’s voice that cuts through the fray.

“Everyone calm down, alright?” he glares, eyes set heavy with command, “It’s settled. All of it – you wanna challenge her again? I’m not going to your funeral.”

You shrug off Jessika and Oddy, lobbing spit at the ground of the Captain’s feet. He’s worse off then you by a long shot – a broken nose, a busted jaw, some cracked ribs…

You were going to be royally fucked when Leia found out about this.

Poe’s by your side in a flash, eyes sparked with worry and hands secured on either side of your face. You look like hell – the punch that pilot had landed you busted your brow, leaving a nasty purpling eye in it’s wake. Your lip is busted, and blood is smeared down your chin. “Are you alright?”

As the adrenaline starts to fade, the burn of the Knockback Nectar you’d been guzzling returns, slowing your brain and slugging your movements. Blinking up at Poe, you stagger a bit before giving him a bloodied grin. “I think my lip’s busted.”

“Your lip is busted.”

“S’ busted?”

Poe sighs, eyes fleeting shut for a moment as he remembers how many drinks you’d tossed back before the scramble. He sighs, heavy and even. “Let’s get you back to your room, okay?”

“Sleep over,” you slur, grinning.

“Yep. A sleep over.”

His hand is tight on your waist as you both stagger out of the cantina and towards the main quarters. Yours is a shorter distance than his, thank god, because by the time he punches in your six-digit code, you’re slipping out of his arms.

He plops you onto your bed, flicking on the lights of your small officers quarters. The wall beside you bed is plastered with pictures of him and you and BB-8 and the squadron. Among them, pictures of your family and your home planet. Pretty shots – sunsets and rivers and the palace you once called home. Poe forgets you’re royalty sometimes. He forgets you’re a princess, one of Leia’s most trusted allies. You’re throne-less now – Hosnian Prime was no more. 

You don’t talk about it much. 

“M’ face hurts.”

The Commander sighs as you prod at your wounds with intoxicated hands.

“Yeah, I can’t imagine why,” Poe chides, propping you up in bed with some pillows. You squirm, kicking your boots off. “Lemme get you some ice, okay?”

The Commander hasn’t spent a lot of time in your room – it was smaller than his, a bit tighter with less to it, but he can’t help but smile at the line of knick-knacks and x-wing parts lining your counter. Tugging open the fridge, he laughs at how barren it is. The freezer, luckily, has a frozen MRE pack which he snags along with the medkit above your locker. 

You’re fussing with you hair when he comes get, heavy fingers trying to tug the unruly tresses up and away. Poe smiles, soft and slow, and you feel your face go hot. 

“I can’t get it up.”

“Getting it up is my job.”

A wink. You giggle.

Poe, settling on the edge of the bed, slips his fingers into your hair and loops a sad ponytail on top of your head. He then leans, cracking open the med kit and moving to dig out an antiseptic and a clean piece of gauze.

His face is close to yours, close enough that the even tempo of his breathing lulls your eyes shut and you focus on the drag of his warm fingers against your skin. He’s gentle, dabbing the busted gash along your brow before cleaning up your split lip. The antiseptic stings a bit, and you pout.

“Hurts.”

He’s tucking the med-kit back together, eyes dashing across your rosy cheeks as he speaks. “Want me to kiss it better?”

“Always.”

Poe grins just as you do, leaning and catching the corner of your mouth – chaste and sweet – and you blossom into a fit of drunk laughter. “That wasn’t a real kiss.”

“If I give you a real kiss,” he mutters, “I’ll bust your lip open again.”

“Oh. You’re being gentle.”

“Very gentle.”

His hand pats your thigh, pressing the frozen MRE to the purple bruise along you eye. His fingers slip to your own, imploring you to hold it there as he stands and gathers you a glass of water.

From the kitchen, he leans and glances back at you as your glass fills.

Your expression is heavy with affection – eyes blinking up and down his frame. Poe swallows, trying to avoid the stirring of emotions in his chest. You look like a mess, but Poe can’t even deny how much he’s a fan of it. Tearing his eyes from yours, Poe quickly grabs the overflowing glass from the sink.

“Here,” he offers, as you take the glass and sip, “That should help and sober you up a bit.”

You nod, sipping the water before placing it beside you on the nightstand and sighing, dropping your head back against the headboard. Poe circles the bed, clambering into the other side after kicking his boots off. You’re quiet for a while.

“You alright?”

“Just… M’gunna be in a lot of trouble tomorrow.”

Poe sighs, turning to watch your emotions shift. “… Yeah.”

“I just… I can’t let people say that stuff… Not about Black Squadron,” you sigh, fingers punching angrily in the sheets, “Not about you.”

Poe blinks, dark eyes softening as he leans and snatches your hand. “Hey, I can handle myself.”

You nod, avoiding his gaze.

“Princess.”

It’s not a title anymore – just an affection nickname. You look at him, then, movements slow and eyes quiet with tired frustration. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles, smearing a kiss across you cheek, “You didn’t have to fight for my honor, but boy –”

You start to laugh, eyes squeezing shut as he sits up and leans, kissing across your nose. The touches are sweet – they made you feel safe.

“Really, you protected my honor, your highness, defended my title – You’ve fought for my love –”

“Stop it, y’dork.”

You’re giggling, ice-pack abandoned in favor for Poe’s hands. He tugs you nice and close, into his lap and sighs. The kisses don’t stop though – the dart down your jaw and to the shell of your ear. The blurry haze of the alcohol settles nicely in your brain and your skin tingles with every brush of his lips. His stubble tickles. You think you could fall asleep here like this.

“I’m serious,” he starts, voice quieter now, hands skimming the length of your shins, “Don’t throw punches for me. If you got hurt –”

“You’re right.”

Poe blinks.

“Did you just agree with me? You, the stubborn and lovely Princess of Black Squadron? My Lieutenant? I must be dreaming.”

You laugh, dropping your head to his shoulder and admiring the curve of his jaw.

“I did.”

“You really are drunk.”

“Mhm, and m’getting sleepy. I had to shut you up somehow.”

Poe laughs, loud and genuine – it stirs something happy in your chest. Your fingers curl along the stubble on his chin and Poe moves to kiss your fingertips.

“Bed time,” he mumbles, hands warm against your own, “You want me to stay the night?”

A soft nod is all it takes.

He ushers you up, warm hands scaling along your hips. He helps you out of your jacket, out of your blood-soaked tunic. You kick away your pants, gladly accepting the shirt Poe hands you from your dresser. You slip it on, stumbling slightly with heavy lidded eyes to the refresher. Poe works at his own outfit, ditching his cargos and his flight jacket – his boxers are bunched around his thighs and when you return from brushing your teeth, you hum a little.

“Y’know, that sight never gets old.”

Poe grins, hands on his hips. “Who? Me?”

Your hands meet his waist, actions a little sluggish and slow, but the feeling of his skin against yours is worth it. Poe smiles, dashing a kiss to your forehead and humming slightly. Your shiner was going to be a nasty one. Your face meets his shoulder, nose brushing the curve of his collarbone. Poe laughs, especially as you go a little slack in his arms.

“Yea, it’s bed time.”

“S’ bed time.”

[morkmywords]

Sk8 Bb | NCT | Winwin

  Masterlist

Length: 3.2k

Summary: Skateboarding was never really your thing until you met a certain someone.

Note: I actually wrote something wow. This has been in my drafts for at least 2 months, don’t hate it pls

 You headed to school, it was Monday again and it felt like the weekend went by in only an hour. You trudged along the familiar path that led to your school, you passed the familiar corner store bending down to pet the big orange cat that always sat by the door. You continued on to the little bakery where it always smelled like fresh bread, this is about where the pleasantries stop. You next passed the skate park, you didn’t have anything personal against skater kids but you weren’t one for the huge amounts of noise they always seemed to create wherever they went. You mainly kept to yourself, focusing on school work and staying out of trouble which meant staying away from bad influences. In your parent’s book, bad influences were the skater kids previously mentioned but you didn’t necessarily avoid them like your parents would have wanted, you still greeted them in the hallway and thanked them if they held a door open for you which was a very rare occurrence. 

    So here you were wandering into the school ground s sleep still very evident on your face when you bumped into something hard. That something hard was a person who’s back you walked straight into. He spun around and you would have been decapitated by his skateboard if you hadn’t ducked out of the way. You looked up to meet his eyes expecting an angry jerk only to be met with somewhat soft looking eyes instead. The boy was about average height with a soft looking face, you wouldn’t have thought him to be a skater if it wasn’t for his ripped jeans and skateboard he still held up high. You mumbled out a quick apology before turning and walking away as fast as you could.

“HEY, Y/N!” a voice that you knew all too well called out. You looked up to see Johnny bounding towards you with a huge smile on his face and some piece of paper in his hands. The giant boy seemed to be loud and happy 24/7 and he always had a huge smile on his face. You smiled back at him, his brightness even on a Monday morning seeping into you as well.

“Y/n, hey look at this.” He said waving the paper in front of your face. You managed to grab it from his hands and skim it over before you shouted out.

“WHAT!” he grinned and snatched it back from your hands.

“I got the lead in the school play, and I signed you up for backstage!” he smiled mischievously. you groaned and smacked him on the arm.

“Why. Would. You. Do. That!!” you said as you continued snacking him.

“C’mon y/n you need to get out more and who would turn down the opportunity to hang out with this guy?” he said pointing to himself before winking at you. You saw the boy from earlier looking at you with a quizzical look on his face and you felt a blush rising on your cheeks. You grabbed Johnny’s arm and yanked him into the school building to shut him up before he shouted anything else.

   Time seemed to move twice as slow during the day, finally, the bell rang but before you could make your escape you were met with the smiling face of your best friend leaning on your locker. You groaned as you shoved some books in your locker before slamming it and turning to face him.

“Hurry up or we’re gonna be late,” he said as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the theatre.

  By the time you arrived everybody was already sitting in seats facing the stage. As soon as the door opened all eyes turned to you and your giant of a best friend. You tried to shrink back to the door but were foiled when Johnny dragged you down the aisle saying a greeting to the theatre teacher.

“Oh hi Johnny, and you must be Y/n,” he said with a smile, “ cast is on this side and backstage is on that side,” he said motioning to the two sets of seats on either side of the aisle. Johnny gave you a sympathetic smile before splitting from you and going to sit down with the other cast members. You quickly walked over to sit with the other members of the stage crew letting out a small sigh as you took your seat at the back. While the teacher was handing out scripts to the members of the cast and giving them a few quick instructions you scanned the crowd of crew members around you. You noticed a few familiar faces so you wouldn’t be completely alone but what surprised you most was the skater boy you bumped into that morning sitting in the row in front of you. You stared at the back of his head wondering why he was part of the crew for the school play also noticing his ear filled with shinning piercings. You were snapped back to reality when your name was called.

“We’re a bit short staffed so Y/n and Sicheng you’re on props and set painting.” The teacher said with a smile before heading back to where the cast was practicing lines. You looked back to see most of the other crew members were dispersing to go work on their given jobs and soon enough I was just you and the boy Sicheng sitting there. 

“Hi, my name is y/n, I’m really sorry about this morning,” you blurted out as you sat down beside him. He looked at you shocked for a moment before smiling.

“Hi y/n, my name is Sicheng but everybody calls me Winwin,” He said smiling at you and sticking out his hand for you to shake. Your first job was painting the sets, Winwin was surprisingly good art in general so you left him to sketch out the designs while you went to go scrounge up some paints and cutting tools. You stumbled back into the backstage area arms full of various sharp things, paints, and paint brushes. You set everything down with a loud huff and you saw winwin obviously amused by your dishevelled appearance. You just wandered over and shoved what you expected to be a saw in his hands and started cutting. You expected the next hour and a half to be filled with awkward silence but you were pleasantly surprised when Winwin made conversation with you. He was really sassy which you didn’t expect and you found yourself having very interesting conversations and you enjoyed his company in general. Before you had to clean up you even exchanged numbers so you should coordinate times to work out props and stuff. 

   You were all packed up and everyone was heading home, you wandered out of the front gates and started walking home when someone called your name. you turned around to see Winwin gliding down the sidewalk on his skateboard. He jumped off right as he got to you, making you jump because you thought he was going to hit you.

“Let’s walk together,” was all he said before hopping back on his skateboard and gliding at a walking pace this time. You two walked in a comfortable silence, neither f you talked a whole ton but it was okay because you just enjoyed each other's company. You passed the skatepark and Winwin stopped.

“Wanna see something cool?” he asked, you nodded then he wandered over to one the weird ramp things. He started doing tricks and it was amazing, so amazing that even a small crowd formed around him to cheer him on with you. it had been almost half an hour when he stopped and offered to walk you home again. The walk this time was much louder with you asking questions about skateboarding and all the cool tricks and sinny things he did.

  When you finally arrived at your house you were met with two grumpy parents. 

“Where have you been?” your mother exclaimed as you set down your bag.

“Do you know what time it is?” your father continued. You sighed not wanting to deal with your overprotective parents tonight.

“It’s only 7:30,” you said with a hint of annoyance in your voice, “It’s not even dark out.

“That doesn’t excuse you, so where have you been?” your mother demanded. You let out a huff deciding that telling them might shut them up.

“I joined the school play and I’m doing set design and stuff,” you mumbled as you walked into the other room. That definitely shut them up.

“That’s so great honey!” was all you could hear you mom squeal before you went upstairs. You pulled out your computer to work on some school stuff for a while, before you knew it the clock on your desk said it was already 9:30. You groaned stomach rumbling and headed downstairs to find something to eat. You quickly made yourself a sandwich and headed back to your room. You plopped down on your desk scrolling through your phone while you ate your sandwich. You phone buzzed and you got a text.

Winwin: want to walk to school together tmrw?

                                                                                                               Sure! :You

                                                                                                             Where :You

You quickly replied. Before going back to eating your sandwich. You didn’t know why but when your phone buzzed again you almost... giggled?

Winwin: Skatepark at 8

You quickly agreed before finishing your sandwich and getting ready for bed. For some reason, you were extremely happy bouncing around and humming a tune before turning your lights out and scrambling under the covers.

   The next morning you could hardly wait until 8, you ended up waking a little late so you had to shove an apple in your mouth before running out the door. You saw Winwin leaning on a railing idly scrolling through his phone as you walked up to him. he didn’t seem to notice your footstep so when you went up beside him he almost dropped his skateboard and his phone.

“You should teach me how to skateboard,” you said as you got closer to the school gates. “You want to learn how to skateboard?” he asked astonished. 

“why, do you not want to teach me?” You said with a fake pout. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to, its just that I never thought you would want to skateboard but I will.” He quickly assured you and laughed when your fake pit turned into a huge smile. You walked into the school grounds where you were met with Johnny giving you an annoying smirk. You introduced him to winwin and then some of Winwin’s other friends came over. You met Yuta who had the brightest smile you’d ever seen, Taeyong who seemed to treat Winwin like a cute little kid (Which he didn’t seem to appreciate), Doyoung who was really nice but acted like an annoyed mom to the other guys, and Mark who was the youngest and sweetest like an innocent kid. 

   You all ended up getting along really well and by the end of the month, you were all one big group. Then the fateful day came where they were going to teach you and Johnny how to skate.

It was currently 10:45 am and you had to be at the skatepark by 11 but you knew they would be late anyway, ‘Why did I think this was a good idea?’ you thought to yourself. You were incredibly nervous and you weren’t getting hurt today, the night before you had ventured into the storage room in your house in search of protective gear. You pulled on your wrist pads, elbow pads, knee pads, ankle pads, and helmet before you set off to the skatepark. You rolled up with Johnny both covered in protective gear determined to kick butt because it was too much effort to put all this on and suck. 

   All of your other friends burst into laughter at your appearance, covered in pads with a death glare in your eyes. You stalked over to the group of giggling boys with Johnny on your heels, after a heated discussion you decided that Taeyong and Doyoung would Teach Johnny while Winwin and Yuta would teach you. Johnny walked away from you with a sad glance before you wandered away behind Yuta. You walked up to where Winwin was standing behind the skateboard the nervousness suddenly returning to your body. Winwin went through the basics of where to put your feet and balance etc. and you got most of it but you were still freaking out. He held out his hand and gave you an encouraging smile, you were still hesitating to get on.

“You wouldn’t want Johnny to be better than you at skateboarding,” he whispered and you stepped on with determination. You wobbled around a bit before finally finding your balance and before you knew it you were zooming in circles around Johnny who could barely move forward. You laughed at the cheers of the other guys and you took your eyes away from where you are going. 

Bam, you were groaning as you rolled over on the pavement. You looked up to see the many faces of your surrounding you, you covered your face trying to hide from their gazes as you felt the heat crawling up your neck. You must have looked like a total idiot.

Once everyone had calmed down a bit you were pulled up by two of the guys and escorted to a bench where you waited for Doyoung to patch you up.

“It’s a good thing you wore all that gear or else you would have ended up with a lot worse than some scrapes and road burn,” He said as he sprayed disinfectant on your scraped up hands and you hissed. 

“We all did that our first time, you were better than Mark for sure,” he said reassuringly and you cracked a smile at the thought of mark faceplanting off his skateboard while thinking he was super cool. 

“Winwin freaked out and he won’t stop talking about how it was his fault and he should have taught you better,” Doyoung said as he bandaged a cut on your arm, “Poor dude really cares about you.” You blushed at his comment waiting for him to finish.

  You were done being bandaged up and wandered over to Winwin. You assured him it was okay and it wasn’t his fault so he would stop freaking out and he looked obviously relieved.

“I want to try again,” you said and he looked like he had just been slapped in the face with an oversized fish.

“No.,” he said bluntly.

“I will steal your skateboard if you don’t let me use it,” you said with a frown and he sighed before handing over the board. The rest of the day passed without a hitch and nobody else got hurt, you and Winwin agreed to go prop hunting tomorrow before you all parted ways. 

       You and Winwin both let out a huff as you set down the final boxes of props opening night was a week away and it was the first full dress rehearsal. You really only had to stick around to make sure people had the correct props and nothing was broken.

“Y/n, when’ s your birthday?” Winwin suddenly asked.

“Actually it’s the day of the first performance,” You answer nonchalantly and you both continued on with your jobs chatting quietly.

      It was finally opening night, everybody had been working for almost 3 months to get it perfect and tonight was the first time other people would see it. According to the tickets, many people came since the entire auditorium was sold out which made people even more nervous. People were rushing around backstage trying to find props or pieces of costume before the curtains opened, you were in the back helping with makeup when everyone was called for a meeting. The director was standing on a chair every member of the cast and crew surrounding him and listening to his speech.

“And before I forget happy birthday Y/N!!!!” he said as he finished his speech and everyone went to their positions.

   The show went off without a hitch and the audience absolutely loved it, the roar of the clapping and cheering was deafening. You were so happy that people loved it after all you had spent 3 months working on this along with the rest of the cast and crew. After all, if Johnny hadn’t signed you up to work backstage you wouldn't have met Winwin who you may have developed feelings for but you wouldn’t ruin your friendship. The curtain finally closed and the actors got out of their costumes while the crew set up for the next show. 

   Most people had left wishing you a happy birthday on their way out as you and Winwin reset the sets, did any minor repairs, and reset all the props. It was only you two left in the building when you were finally done, you had your bag and were heading out the door when Winwin called your name. You turned to see him running towards you with a large brightly coloured box in his arms.

“Happy...... Birthday....... Y/n!” he said as he regained his breath and handed you the box. You opened it to find a skateboard almost identical to Winwin’s although it seemed to be personalized to you.

“Did you draw this?” you asked in astonishment as you examined the beautiful designs that seemed to match you perfectly.

“Uh-oh yeah, read the card too,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You opened the envelope to find a note written on a piece of torn out notebook paper.

Dear Y/N,

 The first time you bumped into me I was incredibly annoyed until I saw your face, you had the cutest expression I had ever seen and I instantly wanted to know more about you. I couldn’t get you out of my head and when I saw you walk into the auditorium for the play (even if you were being dragged by Johnny) I was soooooooo excited. I secretly hoped we would be placed together and when we were I could almost feel the happiness leaking out of my ears and my nose. After the 3 months we spent together I already feel like I’ve known you for years and I can feel myself falling deeper in love with you everytime I see your smile or hear your voice.

Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?

You looked up with tears pooling in your eyes to see him standing there with a nervous smile on his face holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Will you?” he asked, “It’s oka-” You shut him up by grabbing his face and bringing it down so you could kiss him. You stood there under the lamplight for a couple of moments before you broke apart.

“I guess that's a yes?” he said with a cheeky smile and you burst into laughter. You started walking home hand in hand, not caring about what your parents would say.

“Hey, does this mean I can’t steal your skateboard anymore?” You asked with a small smile. He just laughed and kissed you on the cheek before he continued walking pulling you behind him.

[peter-maximoff-imagines]

“A Damn Good Taste in Music” (Peter Maximoff x FTM!Reader) Requested!

Request: “could you do a FTM trans reader x peter? where the reader loves to sing but doesn’t because his/their voice sounds "feminine”? and one day when almost no one is in the mansion they sing/ play a song on the ukulele (maybe Dearly Departed by Marianas Trench or a rock song that is really hard to play) and peter hears it and falls so in love and its just really fluffy but i little angsty because the reader is self conscious??”~Anon

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, One Curse Word.

Pronouns: He/Him (Feel free to request a version with different pronouns.)

A/N: Hey! Sorry this took so long! Thanks for the encouragement! I’m feeling a little better! Also, please tell me if this is inaccurate or bothersome in any way!

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Song: “Lose it” by SWMRS. Listen to it.

Tell me why’d you have to have such a damn good taste in music? Yeah if all my favorite songs make me think of you I’m gonna lose it

Peter was so mushily in love with him. He pulled is knee to his chest and rested his head on it, allowing himself to get lost in the boy’s quiet humming and lazy strums. His voice was soft and rounded and he closed his eyes when he sang. Peter had listened to everything. Award-winning songs. Dusty old records from before he was born, found on rusty metal shelves. But somehow, the random notes coming from next door had made him forget every song he’d ever heard. He was so enthralled, that he didn’t even notice when the music stopped.  The boy gasped and jumped off the bed, soon relaxing when he realized that it was only Peter. He laughed a little. “Shit, you scared me. I didn’t know you were there.”

Peter’s eyes widened and he scrambled up off the floor, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry! Sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you.” He was beet red, but he tried to ignore the humiliation he felt at getting caught.

“No it’s fine…I just…I didn’t know anyone was listening.” Y/N blushed and looked down at his shoes.

“I shouldn’t have listened in….I…You sounded beautiful.”

Y/N felt blood rush to his ears.

“Oh, thank you. I don’t typically sing in front of people.” Peter frowned.

“Why not?” Y/N plopped down onto his bed and pulled his knees to his body.

“I don’t know. I’m kind of insecure about my voice, I guess. It just sounds really…girly? It’s stupid.”

“Damn right it’s stupid. Your voice is…wow.” Y/N smiled and Peter’s chest felt like it was on fire.

“What’s that song? It sounds familiar.” Y/N picked up the ukulele from where he had tossed it to the side and gave it a quick strum.

“I’m not exactly sure, my brother used to sing it. I think it’s called ‘Lose it’.“

There was a short awkward silence and I streak of fear ran through Peter’s head. He spouted the first thing he could think of.

“Can you teach me?”

Y/N paused. What was going on? He had just been sitting in his room, when suddenly there was this boy here. And he was complimenting his voice and smiling…and he was really hot? That kind of stuff doesn’t just happen to people.

Y/N nodded slowly and made room for him on the bed, gesturing for his to sit. Peter complied. He was still unbelievably flustered. More so, now that their thighs were touching and Peter could feel the warmth of the boy’s skin. Y/N handed him the little yellow ukulele. Peter smiled kindly and ran his fingers over the strings before looking to him for instruction.

“Oh, well…the song has five chords. F, Bb, C, Dm, and A. Once you learn those, you’ve got it down. The first one’s F, so put this hand right here…”

He took Peter’s hand in his and positioned it against the instrument.

“And put this finger right here. Now strum.”

Peter ran his thumb over the strings and a warbled chord reverberated. He grimaced a little at the muddy note, but Y/N readjusted his fingers and told him to try it again.

He did, and believe it or not, it actually sounded like music. Peter grinned so brightly that it made Y/N smile too. They moved on the the second chord, and the third, Y/N humming all the while. Eventually, Peter was somewhat able to pluck out the little tune.

“I have an idea.” He suggested, his eyes not leaving the ukulele, “Now that you’ve taught me, I’ll play and you sing.” Peter bit his lip and smiled playfully.

“I don’t know.”

“Please?”

Y/N sighed and rolled his eyes, “Fine…”

“Yes!” Peter pumped his fist in the air.

And so Y/N sang. He closed his eyes and sang along with Peter’s melody, which admittedly was not very good, considering how focused he was on Y/Ns voice, and how beautiful it sounded when it was filling out his harmonies. Y/N realized that he wasn’t really nervous about singing in front of Peter.

Tell me why’d you have to have such a damn good taste in music? Ya if all my favorite songs make me think of you I’m gonna lose it I’m gonna lose it I’m gonna lose it

The song came to a gradual stop, and Peter didn’t even try to stop himself from staring. Y/N didn’t stop himself from staring back.

“That was good…That progression on the bridge is tricky but…You got it.” Y/N whispered nervously. Peter ignored this.

“You are…Incredible.”

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[zoebechtle-blog]

Unlikely Chapter 4

Despite my throbbing head, Friday flew by. I tried not to check my phone every 38 seconds, but failed. I wanted him to text me, but he had to do it first. I don’t play by “The Rules” usually (hmmmm, given my dating history, maybe I should try) but out of sheer anxiety I never call or text first. It doesn’t mean that I don’t bite my nails while waiting, however. And more than once I’ve basically bitten a whole finger off waiting for a message that never came. I tried to distract myself at work by helping in the office in between appointments, explaining some procedures to Rose’s replacement (I’m sure telling her the total wrong thing). At lunch I decided to take a walk to occupy myself, but ended up sitting in the tea shop seven doors down eating a chocolate croissant and sipping Earl Grey. I was wearing ballet flats - there’s simply not enough arch support for a walk. Plus, my afternoon appointments didn’t need to see me sweaty. It was in the best interest of my patients. I was a woman of the people.

That evening Carly and I went to see Kinky Boots on the West End. It was my favorite and Carly had gotten box seats through someone at work. We sang like ninnies throughout the show, laughing and carrying on. Afterwards we hit a swank gastro-pub she’d heard about. As we settled in and were chatting about our days, she dropped the bomb I knew she’d been dying to ask, “So, Niall?”

“Nope.” I rolled my eyes at her.

“Yep. Spill.”

“Well yes, young Niall. He’s a friend of a friend. Perhaps you’ve noticed him at quiz night. Blonde thing, Irish?”

Biting into the olive in her martini, she stuck her tongue out at me. “Seems like he’s more than a friend of a friend. You two were almost snogging last night.”

“I was just playing with his hair. It was innocent. I do that to Paulie all the time.”

“Paul doesn’t practically drool on your boobs when you play with his hair. And he doesn’t look that cozy, either.”

“Stop.”

“Z,” she started. “He rea-...”

“No, Carly. I said stop.” I knew my irritation was evident. I had no poker face - anything I thought or felt was always on display. “Listen, he’s really nice and all the other stuff. But it’s nothing. NOTHING.” She tried to interrupt and I held up my hand. “Don’t. I will not get my hopes up. Because every time someone shows me interest I get a little excited, and I am not doing that anymore. It never ends well, and I’m not putting myself through it again. Remember Adam?” I took a long drink of my martini (Ketel One, extra dirty) and stared at her.

“Right. He was a dick.”

“He was a dick who lead me on for two months and then Aaron found out he had a girlfriend in Leeds. And before him there was Sam, and, um, Robbie. In college there was Dave. High school was Sean. And Kyle The Worst.  I’m not doing it. Short of Niall Horan tattooing my name on his ass, I will not believe this is anything more than friendship.” For emphasis, I smacked my hand on the table, startling the tables around us. I eyeballed people who were looking, and stuck my tongue out at a kid about 7 who was staring. Like a sensible human being, he stuck his back out at me.

I’d been unable to get over my hissy fit with Carly, so we called it a night after one drink and no dinner. She hugged me outside of the pub. “Sorry, Z. I didn’t mean to upset you. But don’t shut him down. Friend or whatever, I think he’d be a good guy to keep around.” I nodded at her and hugged her back. I wasn’t mad at her really - she said the same things I would have said if the tables were turned. But Carly didn’t have my history with men, so she couldn’t understand where I was coming from. Sigh. I dug around my purse and found an emergency Valium in my container of miscellaneous pills, swallowing it as the cab sped towards my flat.

I slept late Saturday and Sunday mornings (okay, I sleep late every weekend) and ran errands. I’d begrudgingly let Hannah talk me into hot yoga on the condition that we got pancakes afterwards. I spent the rest of my free time on laundry, had dinner and wine at one of the other therapist’s in my office’s house, and caught up on paperwork. My friends all avoided any mention of Niall - I was assuming Carly had made everyone aware of my meltdown Friday night and they were tiptoeing around me. I was okay with that, though. I didn’t post on Instagram, but went on a few rants on Twitter. Nothing exciting happened, not that I expected it to. Sadly my philosophy on life was to set low expectations and never be disappointed.  

Monday began earlier than I expected when my texts notifications dinged at 6:30 (my alarm was set for 6:45 - those 15 minutes make a huge difference). Having been raised to believe that no good came of late night or early morning phone calls, and having adapted this to texting as well, I fumbled for my phone, knocking it off the nightstand. Trying to get to it as soon as possible (Did someone need bail money? Had my sister-in-law finally snapped and murdered my brother?), I fell off the bed. Happy fucking Monday.

Niall. The text was from Niall. I rubbed the tiny knot rising on my forehead (which I knew would swelll into a goose egg by the time the morning was over), and opened it.

“Dragged everyone to quiz night . Not the same without ya !

“I’m shite at the science questions-wish ya were here Z .”

Holy fuck beans. I was wide awake now. As I processed this info, another text came in.

“Oh, and it’s trivia night here . Not quiz night . Americans ;) .”

That was flirty. It was definitely flirty. There was a wink emoji. I took a screenshot of the conversation and sent it to Hannah.

“HELP!”

“HELP!

“HANNAH LOUISE GET UP! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!”

“omg. he texted you! he’s flirting! that’s total flirting!”

“i’m totally squealing for you, btw”

“Right? Me too!”

“what did you say back?”

Fuck. I needed to respond.

“I haven’t. Shit, what do I say?”

“be clever.”

“Oh, that’s helpful.”

“z, it’s 6:40 on a monday morning. you’re lucky i’m awake.”

Okay, I can do this. I carried my phone (like it was my precious baby) into the kitchen while I started my Nespresso. I tried typing in several witty answers and deleted them before I could hit send.

“Sorry, my friend. You hit the quiz night goldmine with us on your first try. And damn those dirty Americans :)”

When I didn’t get a response in a few minutes, I gave up and started to get ready for the day. In the shower (washing your hair actually causes ideas to get loose, I swear) I thought of several comebacks that would have been much better. Damn. No response as I gave my hair a quick blow dry (then gave up and put it in a bun), tossed on my fast weekday makeup (BB cream, a quick swipe of eyeliner, and mascara...lipstick could be done on the tube), and tossed on a pair of gray khakis and a navy sweater. Nothing. Bullocks. I reminded myself that this was the exact reason I didn’t want to get excited about Niall in the first place-it was too easy to get caught up and let my emotions get dictated by someone else. With a concerned effort, I turned off my phone and tossed it in my bag.

When I finished with my 3:00 appointment, one of the part-time admins was standing outside of the treatment room we’d been in. “Zoe, you need to call a Hannah back as soon as possible. She’s called three times since lunch and sounds like she’s really upset. I hope everything is okay.”

Damn it, Hannah, you drama queen. I went into my (tiny) office and retrieved my phone, turning it on. 14 texts from Hannah, 8 from Paul, 2 each from Jess and Carly, and 1 from Brian. She’d sent in the troops. As I scrolled through, I saw one more I’d missed in my initial perusal - Niall. First things first, though: Hannah. I called her extension at work and she picked up, “Jesus Christ, are you okay?”

“Wow, that’s a professional way to answer the phone. I’m fine. Turned my phone off this morning.”

“Did he not text back?” People were shouting numbers behind her and the mere idea of it gave me a rash.

“Not right away, and I didn’t want to keep looking at the phone. Just checked it since you freaking called the hounds out on me. He responded.”

“And?”

“And what? I didn’t read it yet. I called you before Scotland Yard showed up at my office.”  

“Well fucking read it!” her high pitched voice pierced the line. Ouch.

“I’ll text you shortly. Call off the posse, I’m safe.” I ended the call and stared at the phone a minute. Here goes nothing.

“I did hit the jackpot for quiz mates . Brains and beauty .”

I gasped. Literally gasped. And dropped my phone, narrowly missing my mid-afternoon San Pellegrino. Beauty. BEAUTY. But mate. But beauty. But mate. Gah! This is why my spinster plan was a good idea. Copied the text and sent to Hannah with my own “WTF?” note.

I hammered out a quick response, “Yeah, Paul’s quite the catch. You did well.” It was almost 7 am in Los Angeles (thanks, Google, because time zone math always tricked me). I didn’t figure Niall for an early riser, so back in the bag went the phone and I went into my 4:00 with Elliott, one of my favorite kids.

On the tube home I couldn’t resist and looked again. Nothing. So I did what any sensible person would do and ordered eggplant parmigiana take away. I got into my flat, changed into an old t-shirt - pants were totally optional in my house, took out my contacts, and plopped my ass down with my dinner. My Netflix and chill date was Italian and delicious. A little saucy, though.

At 9:30 my phone dinged with a text. I was half asleep and could feel the pattern from the sofa pillow indented in my face. I grabbed it and saw a text from Niall.

“Paul is a nice looking chap . Not who I had in mind, tho .”

Well fuck this, I was no good at playing cute. Trying to come up with a way to come and ask him if he was hinting at liking me, I heard another ding.

“Want to facetime? I’ll turn on the Lumineers and sing to ya .”

Oh, fate, you’re a cruel mistress. I didn’t even want to know what I looked like right now. There was marinara on the front of my shirt, and I’m sure some on my face. I highly doubted that my makeup had lasted for 14 hours. And I had dragon breath. (I know, he wouldn’t be able to smell it because we hadn’t invented that technology yet, but I’d know.) I pondered if I could put him off long enough to take a shower, get a blow out, and properly contour and highlight my face. Instead I opted for a coy response.

“What fun would your singing be if I couldn’t play with your hair?”

“I’m not really up for FT right now - Monday slug night. Talk, though?”

One minute and 43 seconds later, my phone rang.

I finally hung up the phone at 00:18, GMT. My cheeks hurt from the smile I was rocking. At one point I'd laughed so hard as Niall told me about being chased by stadium security guards on his Segway that I got the hiccups. He, in turn, laughed so hard he had a coughing fit. “We’re a right mess, aren’t we?” he said as we both calmed down, an occasional chuckle between us. “Suppose we are. But at least we’re entertaining.” By this time I’d abandoned the living room and crawled into bed, almost purring when my back hit the mattress.

“What are you doing?” he asked in almost a whisper.

“Getting comfy. Just laid down in bed. It’s my happy place.” The silence on the other end of the line was obvious. Did I just freak him out? I wasn’t trying to get all sexy times, I just got into bed. My shirt and panties were still in place, for God’s sake. “Uh, I didn’t mean happy place like sex. Well, I mean, I guess that happens here, too, well, has happened here, but I’m just, um, laying down. Ya know, it’s late and my bed is warm.” The babbling.must.stop. “I just really like to sleep.”

His chuckle calmed my nerves. “I like to sleep, too, Z. I guess I was just thinking about you gettin’ cozy in your pajamas.” The tiny yelp noise I made echoed through my room. And the phone. But before I could get awkward, Niall beat me to it.

“Not perverted. Well, maybe a little.” I could already see him pulling at the front of his hair while he tried to explain himself. He let out that damned adorable chuckle again and continued. “I just think you’d look cute curled up in a big bed with lots of blankets. Probably one your gran made ya or something like that.”

My heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to explode. Unable to handle the sweetness, I laughed and said, “Do you have a camera or something in here? I thought you weren’t being perverted?” And I pulled the quilt my Grandma Bechtel made me in elementary school up closer to my chin. It scared me (in a good way, not a Jamie Dornan in The Fall kind of way) that he could imagine a scenario that was basically right on.

“I’ll keep my perverted thoughts to myself, promise. At least for now.”

Okay, well I’ll be good and goddamned if my panties weren’t on fire. “You’re testing my restraint here, Horan. I’m a good girl.”

“I have a feeling anything I say here is going to lead us down a bad path.” His voice had dropped an octave, though, and I could practically SEE the sexual tension in the air. “And, for the record, uh, I think you’re a very good girl, Z.”

Struggling to keep my heart from actually packing up and abandoning my chest, I managed to respond.  “I think I should say goodnight, Niall. Or good afternoon in your part of the world.” I barely recognized my own voice. It sounded a little higher and throatier than usual. Oh my god. It was my horny voice. I wasn’t usually in a position to actually listen to myself.

“Yeah I guess it is late there. You go and enjoy your beauty sleep. Not that ya need beauty sleep, I just mean I hope you sleep well. You’re already beautiful. Just, uh, sweet dreams, Z.”

Wow.

[luminescentjiminie-blog]

thirteen

slowly feel like this story if flopping but oh well I enjoy writing it (also wrote it for my best friend sO LOVE YOU VEE THIS WHOLE SHITSTORM IS DEDICATED TO YOU BB)

ok story time

11 days

the present

“Noona, can I come visit you?”

Before turning himself in, Taehyung told himself that he was going to see his sister. He called her from the motel he was staying at. He kept changing rooms, using the little bit of cash he had left. He didn’t want to bother Jimin or Namjoon anymore. He needed to be on his own now.

“Taehyung,” he heard her sigh. “I don’t know how much of a good idea that is.”

“Please, noona, I’ll only be around for a few.”

He could tell she was contemplating the thought of it, because she did miss him, but he was also on the run from the police. He sat on the bed in his room, his white t-shirt clinging to him, his elbows resting on his knees. He gripped the phone tightly in his hand, praying that his sister would let him see her.

Just one more time.

“Taehyung, I always have people coming over. It's not safe for you here.”

Taehyung was eager.

“Then we can meet somewhere else,” he said. “By one of those hideouts only you and I knew about.”

“Tae-”

“Please, Noona. I just need to see you, only for a little bit.”

The line was quiet for a few seconds, and Taehyung could hear the drumming of his heartbeat. He could hear the rotation of the ceiling fan above him. He could hear Eun-jin breathing slowly on the other line.

“We can meet at the woods,” she said, “by the old treehouse that we used to have, it’s pretty deserted over there and I’m sure we wouldn’t be seen.”

Taehyung nodded, and once realizing she couldn’t see him, laughed and said, “yes, yes, okay, that’s great. When can you meet?”

“I can meet you in two days, around 7.” She said. Taehyung stood up, taking a pen from the desk across from him and scribbling down the date and time, in case he forgets. “I get off of my work after 5, and it will take me awhile to get home and clean up before coming to see you.”

“Thank you, Noona. I love you, Noona.” She was silent for a few seconds before she spoke. “I want to love you, Taehyung-ie.” He could hear the despair in her voice. “I’ll see you then. Goodbye.”

The line went dead and Taehyung plopped back down on the bed.

He wished she could love him too, but he’s broken, and no matter how badly he tries to fix himself, there will always be cracks.

Taehyung just laid there for a few moments before pulling himself back up. He quickly stood up, throwing his shoes on. Before calling his sister, he planned to meet someone at 9 pm.

Checking the time - 8:37 - he couldn’t waste another second. He grabbed his cell phone and his room key, and threw them both in his backpack. Slinging the bag over his shoulders, he exited the motel.

After walking down to the woods across the motel, Taehyung slipped the hood of his jacket on. The leather jacket from Jackson was much nicer than this jacket as well, but Jackson’s jacket didn’t have a hood.

Walking through the woods, he started humming to himself. Taehyung always loved the smell of forests and the aftermath of rain. He loved thunderstorms, entranced by how rain was formed in clouds, and how the friction from clouds cause electricity to fall down from the sky.

It was almost as if the sky were as psycho as him.

At that moment, there were no storms or rain, but just the quiet buzz of the insects and the soft singing of the birds.

There were moments like these that Taehyung found peaceful as well. Taehyung personally enjoyed animals more than some people. Animals were true to their nature, animals were loyal to one another, and animals didn’t annoy the shit out of him at certain points of time.

Taehyung stared up into the trees, thinking about how he could get lost in the woods forever and he’d be okay with him. With one last intake of air, he breathed in the scent of the woods.

He approached the edge on the other side, and looked across towards the buildings on the opposite side. There were just storage units and empty warehouses in this part of the area. Taehyung was far from the heart of the city, staying on the outskirts, where he preferred himself to be.

He saw a few trucks unloading items that were going to go into the storage units, and Taehyung tried to find the guy he was looking for. He said he’d be by the storage units, after the trucks unload. Taehyung didn’t even know who he was looking for, just someone wearing a black cap.

After the truck's left, Taehyung search around but decided that mystery man might wait a few moments before revealing himself. Taehyung didn’t have time to wait, so he jumped out from the woods and ran down the hill, onto the pavement.

With his hands wrapped around the straps of his backpack, he took long strides as he walked around the empty complex. “Hello?” He called out. “Mystery Man, can you hear me? It’s Kim Taehyung, here. If you’re not here, then I am nobody and will be leaving now…”

“Well, you showed up.”

Taehyung whirled around as he heard the voice of someone behind him. He saw the figure of someone tall, but lean. Taehyung saw the man had on all black clothes, stark in comparison to his light skin tone.

“Oh, hello. Are you the Mystery Man?” Taehyung grinned, pointing a finger.

The Mystery Man just smiled at him. “Depends on what you want. And don’t call me that anymore,” he said. “My name is Tony.”

“Tony, okay.” Taehyung nodded in compliance. “Well, Tony, I was told by a friend that you know what happened to my Vee, so I just want some answers.” Taehyung dropped his bag on the floor then, and looked around. “I feel like we’re a bit exposed out here. Can we go somewhere secluded? I have some pictures and notes in here from my so called friend that he wanted me to show you, in case I didn’t get anything in response from you.”

Tony simply stared at Taehyung, looking at him up and down. Taehyung didn’t like the look he was giving him.

“I don’t know what’s in here,” Taehyung sighed, placing a hand in his back pocket. “It’s just a binder full of shit. He said it’s something you’d be interested in since it has to do with your personal life and shit.”

Tony reacted quickly, his eyes glaring at Taehyung as he removed his pistol from behind the waistband of his jeans. Taehyung knew to react faster than him, and pulled out a replacement switchblade he’d gotten from his incident with Jackson.

“Not so fast, James Bond.”

Tony came to a halt as Taehyung flicked open the knife.

“Knives and blades are my specialty, so don’t even try to think you’re faster than me, because I will bury this blade in between your rib cage before you can even fire.”

Tony faltered, and quickly held his hands up. Taehyung stared at him as he put the gun down on the floor, kicking it away.

“Oh, no, you can keep the gun. I know you won’t use it,” he said, as he strided over to it, keeping his eyes glued onto Tony in case he had more tricks up his sleeve. Taehyung picked up the gun, emptying the chamber. He then tossed it up and at Tony, who stepped forward to catch it.

“Now,” Taehyung strode forward, his backpack and switchblade in one hand, and his other hand coming up to grab Tony by the collar. “You’re going to tell me who hurt Vee, before I find out by slicing my way through your skin, slowly and agonizingly, layer by layer, until you start to lose all the feeling in your system.”

Tony gulped, and lifted his finger up, pointing in the direction behind them, indicating that they go somewhere more private.

Taehyung dragged him back towards where Tony was pointing, Tony mentioning having his own storage unit they could talk in. Letting go of Tony, Taehyung gripped his switchblade, fully aware if he tried anything else. Tony fumbled with his keys and he undid the lock, and then lifted the door up. Taehyung looked inside to see it mostly empty, aside from a table with an old computer that was collecting dust.

“Get in,” Taehyung said, lifting his hand up to hold the door open. “I’ll close the door once you’re inside.”

Tony slipped inside, turning the light on, and Taehyung followed behind him.

“Show me,” Tony said. “What's in the bag?”

Taehyung threw his bag down next to the computer, and it clattered on the table. “Patience,” he said.

As he closed his switchblade and set it on the table, he jumped up onto it next to his bag.

“This bag is filled with my treasures, so I don't think you want me to open it.”

Tony gaped. “You said it was full of pictures and notes, stuff about your lady friend and me.”

Taehyung sighed heavily. “She was my Vera, my Vee. My love, my life, the very reason for what I'm doing.”

Taehyung unzipped his bag right in front of Tony, and pulled out his slicer knife. Taehyung gripped it in one hand as he whipped it out the backpack.

Tony jumped back in surprise, pressing himself against the wall.

“T-Taehyung, what are you doing?”

“You see, I came for answers,” Taehyung said, taking a finger and dragging it across the flat metal of the knife. He did the same thing on the edge, dragging it up, careful not to cut himself. “And I intend to get answers Tony.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want, just don't hurt me.”

Taehyung peered at him, his attention away from the knife now. He bit on one of his fingers, staring at Tony, the knife heavy in his hands. He saw Tony shaking in his shoes, ready to piss himself any moment. The sensation gave Taehyung goosebumps, the feeling of carving out his skin growing by the second.

Taehyung jumped off the table, his shoes loud against the ground. He slowly walked towards Tony, who defenseless, could only cower by the wall. Taehyung placed his left hand on the wall behind Tony.

“Tell me, then,” Taehyung said, holding the knife close to Tony, merely a centimeter from his left ear. “What happened to her?”