#i know i'll be waking up at the crack of dawn from excitement as usual

[vix2section]

shaking like a leaf (nearly) one day until it's concert time

[wcbblife]

Slow mornings

Thinking about early mornings with Paige and your energetic toddler.

a/n: Those Paige mom hcs just make my mind wander way too much

For some reason, your baby girl woke up way earlier than usual, and you felt a small finger silently poking at your back. You tried to get up as quietly as possible since Paige was still peacefully sleeping next to you. Deciding to let her rest, knowing that all the games and practices were really taking a toll on her, on top of taking care of a toddler, even though she had insisted you wake her no matter what.

The only problem was that your toddler burst with energy as soon as you closed the bedroom door behind you. “Hey, we gotta be quiet. Mommy is still sleeping in there,” you whisper, trying to calm her down, but it’s seemingly no use. Even at the crack of dawn, she always seemed like a ball of energy.

You kneel down to her level, placing a finger to your lips. “Shhh, let’s play a quiet game, okay?”

She nods enthusiastically, but the concept of “quiet” doesn’t seem to register. You lead her to the living room, hoping to find something to keep her occupied without waking Paige. Grabbing her favorite coloring book and crayons, you set her up at the coffee table. “Here, let’s color together.”

For a few minutes, it works. She’s absorbed in her drawing, and you breathe a sigh of relief, thinking you might have bought Paige some more precious sleep. But then, just as quickly, she’s up again, darting around the room with boundless energy.

You try to think of something else to keep her entertained. “How about a snack?” you suggest, heading to the kitchen. She follows you, bouncing on her toes. You grab some fruit and a small cup of juice, hoping the distraction will last a bit longer.

As she munches on the apple slices, you glance at the clock, realizing it’s still so early. The sun is just beginning to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You sigh, running a hand through your hair. Keeping up with her energy is a challenge, especially when you and Paige are just way too tired.

The only thing that seems to calm her down momentarily is the creak of the door to your shared room. A sleepy Paige emerges from the dark room, her tousled hair on full display. You throw her an apologetic look as your daughter shrieks with delight at the sight of her other mother. She waddles over to Paige, her little feet pattering on the floor, and you see the grin on Paige’s face grow.

“Hey baby,” Paige says, reaching down and groaning slightly as Mia jumps into her arms. “You’re up early.”

Mia takes a careless hold of Paige's chin, shrieking once again, and you watch as Paige winces at the loudness of it.

“Sorry, babe,” you say, moving toward them and rubbing Mia’s back with one hand and Paige’s bicep with the other. Paige shakes her head, leaning in to give your cheek a sweet kiss.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “I missed my morning cuddle time anyway.”

Mia babbles something unintelligible, tapping her hands on Paige’s shoulders with excitement. Paige chuckles, bouncing Mia gently to soothe her.

“Aren't you tired, baby girl?” Paige asks Mia, never really expecting a real answer. “Wanna watch Bluey with mommy?” You both jump as your toddler shrieks with excitement. “I'll take that as a yes,” Paige laughs.

“I'll get started with breakfast. Please try and rest some more,” you say, brushing a stray hair off Paige's face and throwing her a worried look.

“You don't gotta worry about me, momma,” she replies, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Alright?”

“Okay, baby,” you respond, unable to suppress the smile on your face as Mia buries her face in the crook of Paige's neck. “Be nice, Mia.”

Paige carries Mia into your room, and you hear her mumble something soothing before the unmistakable tune of Bluey fills the house. You pause for a moment, enjoying the sound of Mia's giggles blending with the cheerful music.

In the kitchen, you start preparing breakfast, the familiar routine bringing a sense of calm. You whisk eggs and pour them into the sizzling pan, the smell of cooking filling the room. You glance over at the room, seeing Paige and Mia cuddled up on the bed, completely engrossed in the show. Paige’s eyes occasionally flutter shut, but Mia’s boundless energy keeps her awake.

You plate the food and bring everything to the table, ready to call them over for breakfast.

“Breakfast is ready!” you announce.

Paige gently disentangles herself from Mia, who protests with a small whine but quickly settles as Paige promises more Bluey after breakfast. She carries Mia over to her highchair and settles her in, making sure she’s comfortable.

You watch them with a smile as you pour coffee for Paige and yourself, setting the mugs on the table. “Here you go,” you say, handing Paige her coffee.

“Thanks, babe,” she says, taking a sip and sighing contentedly. “This is just what I needed.”

[kailoraurelius]

Bechloe / Staubrey Headcanons?

Who is the nightowl, who wakes up at the crack of dawn?

Who is the better driver (according to them AND their (un)lucky passengers?

Their coffee orders?

Their one guilty pleasure they'd not even tell their s.o. about (they tots know but pretend not to :D)

When did they figure out they are part of the LGBTQ mafia?

How/when did they come out (either their families or their Bella family?)

Who's the big spoon, who the small spoon (and no, Beca, knife isn't an option)

Their secret-not-so-secret celebrity crushes?

Okay if I have more ideas I'll ask those too xD

Oh I love these, okay.

Who is the night owl, who wakes up at the crack of dawn?

Bechloe: I think this is pretty obvious from All I Ask of You lmfao but Beca is the nightowl. She WILL start reading or mixing in her studio and fully not realize she was supposed to go to bed until she goes to get a drink and sees it's dawn. Chloe can stay up late, but she generally wakes up early and is immediately ready for the day. Getting Beca out of bed is like velcro.

Staubrey: Aubrey is up at dawn with the trumpets, baby. She has things to doTM and no time to waste. Stacie prefers to sleep in, but she can get up if she has to. But staying up late? Stacie's bread and butter.

Who is the better driver according to them and their (un)lucky passengers?

Bechloe: Chloe drives like a grandma. Not my grandma, she's insane. But A grandma. She's a good driver in that sense. But they would both say Beca is the better driver because she's safe and skilled.

Staubrey: you would think Aubrey. But it's Stacie. Aubrey drives tiny cars like she thinks she's in a big truck and rules the road. Stacie is a good enough driver, though she will occasionally take a detour for no reason.

Their coffee orders?

Bechloe: Beca, black but with one scoop of sugar. Chloe, it's mocha all day, babes.

Staubrey: Stacie is down for whatever are long as it has some caramel in it and too much caffeine. Aubrey, double espresso shot.

Their one guilty pleasure they'd not even tell their s.o about?

Bechloe: Chloe fucking loves those like, Scottish romance novels you find on the $1-$3 rack at dollar stores. Not even for the sex scenes like most normal people. Those just make her laugh so she usually skips them. Everybody knows. They let her think they don't.

Beca hates movies in general. Except one. Which she loves and would never, ever admit to her friends because they would NEVER shut up about it. Spice World. She hates movies because they're so predictable and this one is NOT. She loves the music and how absolutely ridiculous the whole thing is. Stacie, who forced her to watch it the first time, knows and they have a standing date to rewatch it annually.

Staubrey: Aubrey loves rubber ducks. Adores them. Wants all the novelty ones. But it's such a ridiculous, childish like (she thinks) that she never admits it. Stacie notices when they pass a claw machine in the mall that's full of them and Aubrey does a full double take and looks so gleefully excited for a moment before she can control herself. After that, Stacie starts pretending SHE loves them and brings them home in droves. Aubrey loves her so much.

Stacie has many pleasures, none of them guilty.

When did they figure out they were part of the LGBTQ?

Bechloe: Chloe took a little while to realize. Not because she wasn't sure of what she liked. She just didn't realize not liking someone because of their gender was an option. And then she was like, "oh that's a thing? Lol. I thought everyone just liked whoever".

Beca was a child when she watched Xena Warrior Princess and fell in love with Gabrielle. She knew then. Her mother has known nearly as long as she has.

Staubrey: Aubrey didn't realize until college. She was always like, "men suck but it's cool. yeah, I could see women being attractive, sure. Not for me though haha" and then Stacie walked into her life and Aubrey was like, "men who?"

Stacie came out the womb winking at the nurses. She has never once thought she was anything but Down to Clown with any and all genders.

How/when did they come out to family or Bellas?

Bechloe: Beca's mom knew when Beca knew. It was unspoken forever. Then, in high school, Beca was like, "oh lol I guess I'm supposed to do this. I'm gay?" And her mom was like, "oh right, WOW I'M SHOCKED. Anyways, pass the salt."

Chloe told her parents in middle school and her mom very calmly assured her they knew and loved her. Her dad cried because she'd trusted them with coming out.

Staubrey: Aubrey informed her father over the phone in a very military briefing style. "Yes sir, all my classes are going well. I am researching more extracurriculars currently and will report what I choose. I'm dating a woman and relieved top marks on my last psych test. Yes sir, that's what I said."

Stacie’s mom is also bisexual and so Stacie never actually came out. It was just a known fact between the two of them.

The Bellas knew from the beginning about all but Aubrey. But they very quickly figured that out. There was never a coming out thing between them. They simply were like, "oh we're dating now" and the girls went, "finally".

Who's the big spoon, who's the small spoon lol?

Bechloe: Beca totes would have chosen knife. But she's the big spoon. She will concede the position occasionally, but mainly big spoon. But she tucks her face down into Chloe's shoulder in the most adorable way. Chloe is happy to be any kind of spoon at any moment.

Staubrey: Stacie big spoon because Aubrey needs to be held. And because she sleeps like an octopus.

Their celebrity crushes!

Bechloe: Chloe: Kim Taehyung. Kate Hudson specifically in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. D.B. Woodside. Cassadee Pope (total coincidence she looks a lot like Beca, what you mean?) Dylan O'Brien.

Beca: Renee O'Connor. Isla Fisher. Alexander Rybak. Emily Blunt. Erin Kellyman. Blake Lively. Chris Martin.

Staubrey: Aubrey: Gloria Estefan. Celine Dion. Stevie Knicks. Morgan Freeman. Tom Selleck. Charlize Theron.

Stacie: I do not have the time to list them all so I'll just give you what I think are her top three: Sandra Bullock. Gabrielle Union. Ryan Reynolds.

Lol thanks for all these!! That was fun and took my brain to some wild places lmfao. Anytime!

[twilight-rose-pokemon]

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[It is Twilight's 10th birthday]

[Twilight wakes up early and excitedly rushes to her parents room to wake them up at the crack of dawn]

Twilight: mom! Dad! Guess what day it is guess what day it is!

Mom: *groggily* sweetie it's 5 am why are you up so early?

Twilight: mom! It's my tenth birthday! I get a pokemon of my own today!

Mom: not until noon... go back to bed sweetie.

Twilight: I was so excited I couldn't fall back asleep and I probably won't fall back asleep again!

Mom: fine, leave daddy alone I'll come and make you birthday pancakes

[It gets to noon and Twilight her mom and her dad go to their local professor to get Twilight her first pokemon]

Professor: hello Twilight I've been expecting you.

Twilight: I'm really excited!

Professor: I can tell, now which one do you want, Snivy, Tepig, or Oshawott?

Mom: actually... do you have anything else you might be able to give her?

Twilight: Mom!

Mom: it's not that we don't trust you sweetie but you do struggle helping out with charizard

Professor: actually... I do have a newly hatched pokemon I was planning on giving out as a starter, hold on let me grab it from the back.

[The professor walks into the back and comes back with an Umbreon and a way larger than usual Sylveon walking beside her and a small Eevee in her arms]

Twilight: oh my god it's so cute!

Mom: an Eevee, that does seem like a good fit for her what do you think honey?

Dad: Yeah lots of options for it to evolve into.

Professor: What do you think, Twilight?

Twilight: I'll take it!

Professor: I'm sure you'll take good care of her, and her parents here think she's in good hands.

Twilight: She? Aren't female Eevees rare?

Professor: Yep, and you know what's even rarer, a female alpha Eevee

[She gestures to her Sylveon]

Twilight: Oh in that case... why don't I name her Sylvia in homage to your alpha Sylveon

[high-functioning-lokipath]

sherlock realizing he has a crush on you while he's talking aloud? Since it helps him think better?

A/N: @gaitwae you made me write a 2072 word oneshot...how dare you...JK THANK YOU 😍

TW: The case Sherlock and you are working on in this story deals with Domestic Abuse. There is nothing graphic depicted of the actual abuse, only mentions of injuries and the fact that it happened. There is a somewhat specific description of murder (it's probably tame compared with actual murder mysteries but it a bit more detailed than I usually am)...and don't worry...everything does have a happy ending 🥰

"It must be Torry!" Sherlock exclaims, jumping up from his chair and angrily pacing in front of the wall where you and he have pinned all the clues. He stops dead in his tracks and yells angrily. "But she's too short!" 

"Sherlock," You groan, rubbing your forehead. "Let's just take it from the top. Samantha's husband is murdered. The next day, it's revealed by her best friend, Torry, that the husband had been abusing Samantha. The only possible suspects so far are the two women. Samantha, as you decided, is too emotionally worked up to have killed her husband regardless of how abusive he was. Torry is angry enough but is too short to have stabbed him at that angle. So that leaves us with 1 dead, no suspects." 

"We need to talk to Torry again. I need to find out about Samantha."

"Alright, Sherlock, I'll call her and we'll have lunch tomorrow to talk."

"Tonight, I need to talk to her-"

"Tomorrow, Sherlock. Tomorrow,” You interrupt, giving him a pointed look. “It’s nearly midnight.” 

He rolls his eyes and huffs. “First thing in the morning.”

“We can’t wake her up at the crack of dawn!” You yell, rubbing your brow. “Look, how’s breakfast? It’s a good compromise for both of us.” Sherlock curses but doesn’t disagree. You smile and hug him regardless of his dislike for physical contact. “Now go to bed, Sherlock! You need to sleep, no matter what you want to say.”

Sherlock huffs once more but goes to his bedroom. You head on up to yours and flop on the bed. Sleep illudes you, however, as you think of what you’re doing. Sherlock and you had met a few years ago on a crime scene. John had recently moved out and Sherlock was desperately in need of a new crime buddy. The rest, you could say, is history. With the exception of one simple fact. You'd fallen in love with Sherlock. Sure he sometimes did or said things that gave you hope, but even if he had feelings for you, he'd never recognize what they were. You knew your chances with him were astronomically low but, now matter how much it hurt you, you stayed by his side. He needed you and you needed him.

The next morning, you met up with Torry at a cafe nearby for breakfast. Sherlock asked all the questions he needed and seemed quite pleased with the result. 

"A work friend!" Sherlock grins. "This changes everything!" You chuckle at his excitement and the two of you head off to meet this co-worker of Samantha, hoping to find more clues. 

When the two of you arrived at George's house, you were surprised to see Samantha answer the door. "Oh, hello there," She said, trying to force a smile. She seemed slightly happier, but was obviously still reeling from the events of the past few days. 

"We're here to see George," Sherlock states matter of factly. Samantha suddenly looks terribly frightened so you smile softly at her.

"He's not in trouble, we just want to ask him a couple of questions in case he knows anything that can help." She nods slowly, letting the two of you in. George walks in the room and immediately wraps his arm around Samantha, glaring slightly at you both. 

"What do you want?" He demands. Sherlock steps forward, ready to fight, but you grab his arm, pulling him back.

"We just have a couple of questions for you, George. Nothing serious but we need to find out if there's anything you know that could help us." He agrees and the four of you sit down in the living room. Thankfully, Sherlock is able to ask all the questions he needs to before abruptly standing up and rushing out the door. 

"Where is he going?" Samantha asks. 

"Home, probably," You chuckle. "I apologize for his behavior, he's brilliant but sometimes misses social cues."

"It's alright," Samantha smiles. "My George can be like that too sometimes." George blushes brightly and shakes his head.

"She's right, unfortunately," He admits. You laugh and smile at the two.

"Well, I'd better catch up with him. Thanks again!"

Hours later, Sherlock is still pacing in the living room of 221b. "Why is this so difficult!" He yells, shooting at the wall.

"Sherlock!" You scream, quickly jumping up and grabbing the gun from him. "I thought I had this hidden from you!" You shake your head and sit down. "Maybe you just don't have the right angle. You're sure it's not George either?" You ask.

"It can't be. He's the right height but doesn't have the right motive." 

"Being in love with the victim's wife isn't the right motive?" You ask incredulously.

"They're not in love," He replies, making an expression as if the very word had given him a bad taste in his mouth. You raise your eyebrows at him, surprised that he didn't even notice the extremely obvious. 

"Did you not see the way they looked at each other?" You ask.

"They looked at each other no differently than you and I do," He says, not looking at you as he looks over the clues again. "He kept his arm around her to comfort her, she stayed close to him for the same reason. She was happier because she was with a friend. Nothing about that means lo-"

"Sherlock," You whisper, eyes welling up with tears, voice cracking. "I'm sorry, I need to go." You hurriedly grab your coat and run out of the apartment. 

Sherlock frowns and your reaction. He goes to text John for help but stops. You could be right. If George loves Samantha, he would have wanted to get her out of that situation. Wanted to protect her. He's the right height and build. Perhaps Samantha had come to work badly injured and he couldn't take it anymore. All in the name of love.

He sits down in his chair, running through the scenario in his mind palace.

Samantha gets up early, long before her husband wakes, to get dressed and leave for work. He doesn't let her have a car so she carpools. However, he doesn't allow her around other men. That's why she's up early. She carpools with her co-worker George. George knows her husband is a jealous man, she's told him that much. But he always worries that it's worse than that. Sometimes she has strange bruises that she can only explain as "being clumsy" even though he's never seen her drop a single thing or trip over nothing. 

"Where's the motive for murder though," Sherlock wonders. "Most would simply call the police because they're too scared to step in. Why did George have the gall to not just defend Samantha but murder the abuser?" He decides to test your theory.

There's a bus station near Samantha's house. She could easily take that to work but the bus passes are expensive and George notices that she never has a lot of spending money at the cafeteria even for lunch. So he offers to pick her up for work even though he lives across town and she leaves very early. He doesn't mind the extra drive even though his shirt is extra wrinkly at the end of the day. He likes Samantha a lot. He thinks she's very attractive but he sees the wedding ring so he doesn't say anything. He doesn't say anything until one day Samantha asks him to drop her off at the corner instead of in front of her house. She tells him that her husband is very jealous and that's why she leaves extra early for work. She doesn't want her husband to see George. He respects that. But then he notices the other signs. One morning she gets into the car, a brand new bruise on her arm. "I wouldn't treat you like that," He says before he can stop himself. Samantha looks at him with an expression he's never seen before on her face. It quickly goes away, replaced by a look of amusement. "I'm just clumsy," She says. George doesn't believe it. Then it finally happens. He's running late. He gets to her house as fast as he can but it's already happened. Samantha is running out to the car, screaming. Her husband chasing her outside. He has something in his hand but George doesn't even notice. His eyes focus on the pure rage displayed on the man's face. Before another second passes he jumps out of the car, grabbing the hunting knife he had from his trip last weekend. He steps between the man and Samantha, pushing him back and stabbing him in the chest. Time seems to stop for a moment, an eerie silence falling as the man falls to the ground. George looks around in case anyone saw but no neighbors are outside. He turns to Samantha and she throws herself into his arms. 

Sherlock replays the last part in his mind, checking the angle and force to see if it would match. For a brief moment as he imagines it, he sees your face in place of Samantha's. He feels a flash of rage as he's never felt before. "I'll kill him," He yells angrily, snapping out of it. 

"Kill who?" You ask, having had to come back because you forgot your wallet. Sherlock looks at you, standing in front of him completely healthy if not a little emotionally overwrought. He feels tears spring to his eyes unbidden and he quickly turns away.

"What is happening?" He asks himself, unfamiliar with these emotions. Clearing his throat he speaks up, answering your question. "John, forgot to buy milk."

"Sherlock," You laugh despite yourself. "You're the one who forgets milk! And besides-" Your voice becomes background noise as the realization hits Sherlock. 

It's obvious George loves Samantha. He wouldn't have murdered the man if he didn't love her. 

"I was ready to kill him," Sherlock thinks, looking back at you. You've stopped talking, knowing he wasn't listening, and are now looking for your wallet among his mess on the table. A few stray hairs are falling in front of your face. The ones you always frustratedly push back. Sherlock tells you to leave them down. They frame your face and bring out your features. You're wearing the coat he bought you. You begged him to let you have a coat like his but he insisted you looked better in this one. And your phone. He finds himself smiling a little at the memory. You wanted a pink case. He refused on the grounds of never wanting to see a pink phone case again. So instead you got a purple one. It matches his favorite shirt perfectly. A fact he never forgot, loving when you match him in some small way. All the memories he has of you suddenly have a new light and it hits him. 

"Dear God I love her," He says.

"What?" You exclaim, dropping the glass beaker you were moving. The glass shatters but you pay no mind, only seeing the deep emotion reflected in Sherlock's eyes.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" He asks, panicking. "Do you feel the same way? Could you? I've never given you any reason to love me. But you're always here for me." He looks at you directly, "Do you love me?" He asks. 

"You're asking?" You reply with a smirk, walking over to him. "The great Sherlock Holmes needs to ask something." Sherlock looks away in embarrassment, unsure of how to handle the emotions he's feeling. "Oh Sherlock," You whisper, grabbing his hand. "You really can't tell, can you?" He opens his mouth but finds he has no answer. He shakes his head, still not looking back to you. "Sherlock, among many other examples I could give as proof," You smile, stepping purposely into his line of sight. "I bought a phone case to match the bloody purple shirt you love so much."

"You did that on purpose?" He asks. You nod, blushing brightly. He reaches up and wraps his finger around that little lock of hair. For the first time since you've known him you see a completely genuine and relaxed smile appear on his face. "You love me," He whispers. Looking back into your eyes, he smiles even wider, finally able to acknowledge what he should have a long time ago. "And I love you."

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I'll Be Your Knight

[GENRE: fluff, slight angst

Pairing: Jimin×reader , Taegi

Soulmate!Taehyung, BestFriend!Yoongi

Word Count: 2.6k+]

[Summary: When Y/n met Jimin she knew that it was a love at first sight. But she didn't expect the consequences that came with loving him. After their unwilling separation will Y/n be able to do what it takes to get him back?

A story of love, loss, fight, dreams, and friendship...]

Chapter VII : Problem Solved?

"You are going to regret taking the decision." I said cracking my knuckles.

"That's quite bold of you to think when you are up against us alone!" saying this they started laughing.

"Sorry, but she is not alone." Yoongs said calmly after appearing in the scene.

It took us for about half an hour to take them all down including those two guys who were keeping Jimin and Tae under guard. The local police arrived lead by some of the kids who fled away earlier when the fight had already ended.

"You have to come with us to the police station. We need your statement regarding this case." the police officer told us after arresting the gang. 

I looked around for Tae and Jimin but in the midst of all these they had disappeared somewhere. As the police were getting impatient I decided to text Tae. After getting into the police car I texted him.

At the police station they took our statements and let us go.

After coming out of there I called Tae.

Me: Hello! Hey dumbhead! Where did you and Jimin disappear to?

Tae: Aish! Sorry sorry! But I have a really good reason for our disappearance! Let's meet at the café!

Me: We'll be a bit late because we came here in police car. We have to take the bus to our uni as Yoongs' car is there. So wait for us a little bit.

Tae: Okay bye!

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Our neighborhood's favourite café, Evdaimonía. It had changed a lot! Specially they added a lot more to the menu and there were a few changes in the decoration but our favourite barista, uncle Steve hadn't changed at all. He beamed with happiness as usual as he used to whenever we came here.

We took our usual seat and uncle added one more chair to the table as our group was no more of three.

Sitting down I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at Tae, "The 'good' reason please."

"You'll be surely surprised after I tell you what we found out! So when you were busy talking with the police I saw that Su-yeon was peeking out beside the boundary near the road. There was something suspicious about her so Jimin and I went to her. She was shocked at first and then out of the blue asked that why was Yoongi hyung helping you. And that's where she exposed herself! We interrogated her and she finally gave in. She told us that she was jealous of you hanging out with ME, Hobi and now Jimin too. That's why she paid those thugs to attack you. And as she got to know that Yoongi hyung was on your side too she was more jealous."

"Holy mother! I can't believe that she can go this far!" I palm slapped my forehead.

"Don't worry! Tae took care of the situation pretty boldly!" Jimin said laughing.

"No please don't tell them! Why should you betray me like this?" Tae pleaded to Jimin.

"Now I am curious! Tell us what did he do?" I looked at Jimin.

"My heart is still beating remembering the scenario. He grabbed her arm making her face him and said that you are his childhood best friend and it hurts him when someone hurts you. Then he pressed her to the wall and whispered 'if you love me that much then you wouldn't want to hurt my best friend. You are not planning on getting into my hate list, are you sweetheart?'." Hearing this all three of us cringed real hard and my ears were all itchy because of that. Tae kept his forehead on the table with his hands around it and whined, "You all are dead to me!"

"Come on Tae, we all know you did that for y/n! Not everyone gets a best friend like you." Yoongi chimed.

At this Tae looked up and smiled. "Confess already boy!" I thought.

"From now on she will not bother you! So no need to thank me, just treat me your mom's strawberry cheesecake tomorrow!" Tae said giggling.

"You can have the strawberry cheesecake tomorrow Taehyung dear but now you have to try today's special, Gyro and here's your coke." Uncle Steve appeared with a smile on his face and a tray of as he said Gyro on his hands. After putting that on the table he patted Tae's head and said, "You did a good job!" And went away to attend other customers.

                Uncle Steve moved here eleven years ago from a beautiful city named Patras in Greece. He had been a favourite of everyone since he settled here, specifically for his great cooking, generous heart and a photographic memory. We used to visit his café frequently and loved stories from his hometown.

                While returning me and Tae huddled together at the back seat of Yoongs' car because of the cold, we were literally shaking. Both Yoongs and Jimin were laughing at us. "Will you two ever stop being a child?" Yoongs said while keeping his eye on the road as he was driving as usual. "Neverrr" we shouted together and this made Jimin to burst out in laughter.

Tae pinched me and signalled with his eyes towards Jimin. I pinched him back and signalled my eyes towards Yoongs and that marked the beginning session of our pinching each other session. "Yah! Stop you two or I'll throw both of you out of the car!" Yoongs scolded us.

"Yes sir!" We saluted Yoongs and pretended to fall asleep.

.

We reached Jimin's home first. After he went inside the castle I relaxed at the back seat and a feeling of melancholy washed over me. I tried hard to not cry, so I leaned my head on Tae's shoulder and held his hand. I guess that was a wrong decision because that made me more weak and I ended up crying.

"Geez! Stop! It's not like you are not going to see him anymore! It's just one night! You'll get to see him tomorrow again! You'll get married and have dozens of kids! Don't worry!" saying this Tae pulled me into a side hug.

I smiled in his hug and said, "I know!"

Maybe I was happy that's why I agreed too quickly to Tae's proposal of playing overwatch that evening. But I didn't regret it. It's fun sometimes. But I managed to persuade Tae to sleep within 11 pm as we were supposed to wake up at dawn.

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At university the next morning I was quite surprised to see the change in Su-yeon and her friends' behaviour. I felt relieved and it was all thanks to Tae. Yesterday I told my mom about the incident and she was like, "Oh no! Are those boys really hurt? Should we give them a visit at the hospital?"

My mom had always been too confident in me that nothing can happen to me and had always been worried about Tae rather than me and Yoongs. Well, I could see a valid reason behind that but I still wanted her to sometimes show some concern about me and Yoongs. I told her about Tae's caprice and she became just as happy as Tae was and told me to bring my other friends including Yoongs.

I let out a sigh thinking about all these and decided to invite Jimin and Hobi after the first lecture.

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We all arrived at my home at about 4 pm. Mom was just really excited to have so many guests at home. She made everyone feel at home.

"You all have to stay tonight at our home. I won't hear an objection from any of you! Call your parents and inform them." Mom said, well basically ordered.

Tae shouted hearing this, "YESSSSSSSSSS you are the best!!! Slumber party tonight!!" and started dancing. Seeing him I couldn't control myself. I started dancing with him too. Seeing us Hobi joined too. And we moved in circles around the living room making a train and danced and shouted our lungs out. Jimin rolled down laughing and then joined us while Yoongs sighed smiling and went into the kitchen to help mom. After eating strawberry cheesecake to our heart's content we went to our backyard and played badminton until evening. When it started getting really cold, dad came and made a bonfire and placed chairs around it. It was like a camping experience. He started to tell all these ghost stories that made Tae to spook out from time to time. After half an hour dad went in to help mom in cooking. Then I started to tell stories of ghosts and urban legends to scare Tae. Though he was scared, he still wanted me to go on. He was so engrossed in my story that he didn't notice when Hobi went up behind him. Hobi made a shushing gesture and shouted real hard near Tae's ear. Tae got scared out of his wits and jumped on Yoongs' lap as he was nearest to Tae. We all started laughing like hyenas, specially Hobi. "That's not fair!" Tae whined, "I won't talk with any of you!"

A second had passed and then Yoongs cleared his throat, "Tae you are still on my lap. You are heavy. Would you mind?"

        Realising that Tae sprang up and smiling sheepishly he said, "I think aunty is calling me. I'll be back after sometime!" Then he went in quickly, basically ran. I could totally picturise that he went to mom, whined for sometime complaining about us and then probably went to my room and pulled his hair out of embarrassment. I smiled imagining that and when I was about to tell Yoongs to go after him I noticed that Jimin was looking at me with fondness. My heart felt like clenching. Was what I was seeing true? Why was he looking at me like that? Noticing my expression perhaps Jimin looked away immediately and started talking with Hobi. I looked down not knowing what to do and tried to clear my thought process.

            Much to my convenience, mom called us in for dinner right after that. After entering the dining room we were all astounded seeing the dishes.

"Mom! How did you prepare such a sumptuous feast in such a short time? And why do you never treat me like this?" I rolled my eyes at mom.

             "She loves us more than she loves you~" Tae came in the dining room singing and hugged mom.

             "Yeah! I can totally see that! But whatever, the food isn't complaining to get into my stomach! That's my true love! The rest of you can go wherever you want!" I said  while sitting down.

              At this Tae said after sitting down beside me, "But you won't survive without us. Now now don't cry and here serve me some food." I smacked Tae and took away his plate.

            "They are never gonna stop. Let them be and let's eat!" Dad said laughing.

              We were hungry too so we didn't delay and started eating. Mom and dad talked a lot with Hobi and Jimin. They seemed to like them both a lot. It felt like a complete family. I looked at everyone and smiled to myself. I was happy.

              After eating we all went to my room upstairs and built blanket forts and played Cards against Humanity until 12 am. It was so much fun. We got hungry while laughing. So Tae sneaked into the kitchen and brought ice-cream for all of us!

              "Go to sleep after eating this! I don't want to miss my morning routine because of y'all." I announced and prepared to go to sleep.

               "I want to sleep beside Yoongi hyung!" Tae raised his hand. Yoongs had always preferred to sleep at the end. So at the right most side was he, then beside him was Tae. Somehow Tae managed Hobi to say that he wanted to sleep beside him. And he knew that I had also always liked to sleep at the end side. When I saw where the course of the arrangement was going I realized what Tae was thinking of. "Does he want me to die?" I questioned myself. "This is not how you should do a Cupid's job, you dumbhead!" I facepalmed, visibly. Seeing my expression Tae smiled innocently at me and mouthed "Good luck". And I replied,"I will kill you."

              Laying beside Jimin I didn't know what to do. My heart was racing too fast for my own good. After sometime when everyone had fallen asleep I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him. His face looked so peaceful like a baby. I wanted to cup his cheeks and leave small kisses all over his face. I didn't know how much time had passed by while being engrossed in him. I wanted the time to stop so that I can get more time. But turning all my wishes to ashes Tae suddenly sneezed really loudly. Afraid that it might wake Jimin up I pretended to sleep and didn't know when I fell asleep. 

I never expected this at all! But now here I am, lying beside y/n, pretending to sleep. Today when she invited me to her house I became really happy and anxious at the same time. Arriving at her house I didn't get to know how the time passed so quickly. May be because by her side time always gets shy and flies away quickly. When she smiles I can't but keep looking at her. When she is happy it makes me happy too.

          Her mom today reminded me of my mom. I miss her so much. I wish I could tell my mom that "Mom I found someone whom I want to protect, take care and love." May be I should leave out the 'protect' word, as y/n/n is the one who protects. I wonder when I could gather enough courage to tell her that I love her. I am not sure. I can feel her looking at me now but it may be just an infatuation. Does she love me as much as I love her? My heart is beating so fast. Did she notice? I can never know.

                   Taehyung is definitely a rescue angel as y/n/n said. To my rescue he sneezed really loudly, though not intentionally but still I felt thankful as that made y/n/n to go to sleep. After sometime as she started snoring softly I opened my eyes and looked at her sleeping face. So peaceful yet so charming. I don't how much time passed by looking at her but I eventually fell asleep. 

This is just too hard! I know I did a blunder to myself after deciding to sleep next to Yoongi hyung. He is sleeping so peacefully without any worries and here I am struggling with my own feelings. But it's worth it if y/n/n and Jimin get to sleep next to each other. "For how long are you going to stare at him?" I questioned y/n/n mentally. I know that it's not going to end soon so I decided to try to sleep.

              Why am I feeling like sneezing? I don't want to ruin her moment. "Stop stop! Don't come out!" I tried to convince my sneeze but in vain. After sneezing loudly, I can't control it, I saw that y/n/n lied down properly to sleep. And after some time Jimin woke up and was doing the same thing as y/n/n was doing all this while. I sighed happily as I got to realise that Jimin loves her too and fell asleep.

Other chapters

A/n: How are you all doing? Is it winter in your place too? If it is then stay warm and healthy. And if it's not then enjoy your holidays 😊 Thank you for reading. Please like and share. I would appreciate that a lot. Love you all 💜💜💜

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Teens? What a drag by numpotatogal

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, English, Humor & Adventure, Words: 1k+, Favs: 3, Follows: 2, Published: Jun 9, 2021 Updated: Dec 10, 2021

Chapter 1: Ramen night!

(I will quickly note this is slightly AU based, in this AU Neji and Itachi are alive they're both ninja and everyone minus the village thinks Itachi's dead. Also side note Temari Kankuro and Gaara call each other their brother or sister cause they grew up together also OCs)

Changing POVS: So Sasuke what was your last mission? Ino asked curiously.

Helping Naruto with all his paperwork. The Uchiha said with a smirk.

Oh shush! The hokage said in embarrassment.

It was a calm night in the hidden leaf, Naruto's friends decided it would be a good idea to eat some ramen together.

What about you? How's the flower shop? Hinata piped up.

Oh it's lovely, but it has been getting a little busy. Ino said with a smile.

Ah well I guess that's a good thing ain't it? Kiba said. Akamaru barking in agreement.

It means she's away from home a lot more, and personally I don't like that. Sai said protectively, putting an arm around his wife's waist.

Temari chuckled a little bit.

What are you laughing at? Choji asked the sand ninja.

Oh nothing really but if I were gone more than 5 hours while Shikamaru was home he'd throw a fit. She replied with a smirk.

Hey I need your company and your cooking. Shikamaru said with a grin as he grabbed his wife and pulled her into a kiss.

HEY! STOP GROUPING MY SISTER! A familiar voice yelled.

Oh calm down Kankuro. Temari said, pulling out of the kiss and smirking at her two brothers.

Gaara! Kankuro! Good to see you guys! Naruto said happy his old friends had stopped by.

Good to see you, it's been awhile. Gaara said, giving a small smile.

Hey Shino, how's your job? Hinata asked the quiet shinobi.

Good, my students learn fast! Shino said, giving them a rare look of excitement.

Just sit down you idiot! Temari yelled at her brother, bonking him on the head.

Gaara just smiled at his siblings, they bickered a lot but they had each other's backs when it came down to it.

~Time skip~

? POV: It's 12:30 boss. One of his minions spoke up.

Get in position. He said in a strong voice to the rogues behind him. With that the rogues he had gathered spread out across Kohona swiftly and quietly.

Sir you know I respect you but how will this help us take over all the lands? His assistant spoke up.

Kamado, you should know better than to question me, but I'll count it as your idiocy this time. The ninja I am targeting are some of the most powerful in all the land and as easy as killing is, these few don't die, annoyingly enough, plus their chakra is very valuable so I've decided to improvise. He said with a wicked grin.

Yes Kenzo. Kamado said obediently still doubting his boss's plan…

Chapter 2: What the heck!

CHAPTER 2: What the heck?!

Garaa's POV: It wasn't unusual for him to wake up at the crack of dawn but today felt different he just couldn't figure out what it was.

Why am I more tired than usual? He grumbled to himself getting up.

He walked across the room he was renting for a few days to the closet. He had come to Kohona to work on some trading routes with Naruto and to see his sister. He tiredly reached up and grabbed some clothes off a hanger. He started to put his shirt on but then he realized his shirt was wayyyy too baggy.

What the heck? The sand master said aloud finally snapping out of his pre sleep haze.

He looked up at the closet. Did my closet get bigger?! He said in surprise.

He walked over to the mirror.

What in the world?... He exclaimed seeing his younger self in the mirror staring back at him.

This isn't happening. He said touching himself to make sure this wasn't a dream. He sighed realizing he wasn't still sleeping.

I guess it's a good thing I brought my old outfit with me. He said, grabbing it and slipping it on along with his giant sand gourd.

I should go get Kankuro. I get the feeling I'm not the only one who's been…. Infected. He thought about making his way down stairs not worrying about being seen as it was 2:02 no one was going to be up this early.

Kakuro's POV: He woke up to the sound of knocking on his door. He groggily rolled over to see what time it was, IT WAS ONLY 2:05! What the heck! He thought to himself.

Go away. He said firmly covering his head with a pillow.

Obviously that wasn't going to happen cause whoever was at the door just came in. He thought to himself annoyed.

Come on, get up, it's important. Gaara said, sounding slightly annoyed.

Gaara please, it's too early. His voice was slightly muffled.

Up. His younger brother said, yanking him out of the soft warm bed and onto the floor by his foot.

Gaara! What the h- Did you get shorter? He said noticing his brother was now smaller.

That's why I'm trying to get you up, take a look in the mirror. Gaara said pointing at the small bathroom.

So he did. AW MAN! DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO GO THROUGH PUBERTY AGA-. He was suddenly cut off by a mouth full of sand.

Shut up. You'll wake someone up, now get dressed and lets go. Gaara said, stepping outside, closing the door behind him.

He sighed, grabbed his old outfit, put his makeup on, grabbed his crow, and walked out to join Gaara.

So what now? He said standing on the stair railing.

Go leave a note on everyone's doors or windows and tell them to meet us on top of the Hokages faces. Gaara said, jumping to the next building.

This is going to be a long day. He thought to himself.

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Michael's Song

HSS Michael x MC (Jordan) in Midnight Sun AU

*Disclaimer: Most of the lines I got from the actual movie the Midnight Sun and all the rights belongs to the creators and writers. This is merely a converted fan fiction*

Part Two

"Maria Flores." The principal announced.

The audience erupted into cheers and applause, the principal shaking hands with the Student Council President/Valedictorian as he presents her diploma and Maria Flores bowed proudly to the crowd.

His name is to be called next on stage. Michael stepped forward, not knowing exactly what to feel and to be honest, he just wants this whole thing to be over and get the hell out of Cedar Cove.

He looks behind him and sees a timid blonde girl whose name he barely remember from the classes they shared. Emily Hawkins? Emma? Going farther, he caught some of his teammates' eyes from the line and they raised their fist.

"Go Tigers!" Caleb cheered. Michael smirks.

"Michael Reginald Harrison." Principal Hughs called from the stage.

A ruckus of cheers and hollers came from both the Varsity team and the cheerleading squad. Even some of his 'outcast' friends-- Morgan, Koh and Wes-- joined in on the noise.

"Yeah, Michael!" They yelled.

"Congratulations, Michael." The principal told him with her usual fond smile.

Michael shakes her hand and takes the ribboned diploma from her then raised it in the air, seeing both his parents sitting on the bleachers along with the other, proud smiles on their faces for once. Not the constant disappointment he sees from them all the time.

The graduation continued, unaware of another student, a certain girl named Jordan, has been watching the whole thing live on their local city news.

Jordan smiles on the screen. There he is. He must be famous, she thought, seeing as a lot of students cheered for his name.

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Jordan wakes up around nine in the evening. Her room shrouded in darkness with only a glimpse of the light down the streets.

There is a noisy honking sound coming from the outside and she gets up quickly to check what it was. Down outside, the streets is littered with teenagers walking in groups, chatting excitedly among themselves as they passed.

"I can't believe this is happening!" The driver of an SUV yelled at the others, honking the car.

They must be the students that graduated earlier that day, just like her. Only the difference, they appear to be heading somewhere fun and exciting.

With a sigh, Jordan showered and gets dress before walking down the stairs. The house appears to be empty at first, then she goes down the hall and into a dark room where her father had been setting up a set of photographs.

"Ooh. That's a good one!" She said, watching her dad hung a grayscale stolen shot of herself to a cable.

"Something weird's going on right here." Scott pointed on a spot where her face is.

She punched his arm, pouting, then looks around the dark photography room. Since waking up, Jordan had an idea of going somewhere other than her room, but she wasn't sure her dad will be up for it considering he rarely let her go anywhere by herself.

"Hey, Dad, uh..." She bites her lip nervously. "I was wondering if I could go play with my new beautiful present at the train station tonight..." Earlier, her Dad gave her a present...the same guitar her mom used to play for her years ago.

Scott turns on the light, looking down his watch with a frown. "It's 10:00. Why can't Maria just come over? You could play here for us."

Jordan groans. "Maria's busy with her family. And, Dad, I love playing for you-- I really do, but I also need to get used to playing in front of other people. Please, please, please! Fred will be there. He'll watch out for me-- And I graduated today! Yay!" She wrings her hands in a faux festive way. "Isn't that the American tradition, to extend my curfew?"

Her father looks up the ceiling, trying hard not to grin. "Okay, I'll extend your curfew one hour--"

She squeals in delight, wrapping her father in a hug as she jumps up and down her feet.

"-- which means midnight, okay? Hey, and text me right when you get there, or I'm not just gonna call Fred, I'm gonna come down there. It will be so embarrassing it will become urban legend on why kids should stick to their curfew!"

"I love you!" Jordan shoots finger guns at her dad before disappearing out the door.

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Michael managed to get himself his own bonfire.

The rest of the party has been in full swing at the distance, their classmates dancing, playing and laughing on different bonfires surrounding the beach.

He takes a swig of his beer. Michael had been watching Caleb, Julian and Wes having fun with Payton and the other girls from cheer squad.

To be honest, being here is as much fun as waiting for the graduation ceremony to end. Michael didn't want to be there, but unfortunately, he has a group of athletic friends who practically hauled him out of his house a couple hours ago.

"Dude, is this place--"

Michael shoots the guy a serious stare, then watch with a satisfied smirk as the guy rush as far away from him as he can.

He takes another swig.

From their bonfire, Michael noticed Wes heading his way. Julian and Caleb jostling behind him.

"Hey, don't do that thing." Wes pointed out when they reached his spot.

"What thing?" He sighs.

"That." Julian shrugged.

Wes pats his back. "I mean, you look all sad and it makes me sad."

The three guys chuckle, obviously had drunk too much already.

Julian offered him another can of beer. "Please, just chug this beer and come hang out!"

"Dude, you dodged a bullet, man." Caleb grins. He was probably talking about his failed application to Berkeley, where Michael had been hoping to go after high school and escape from this town. "You were gonna be up at the ass crack of dawn every morning, taking tests, nowhere near the beach. And now, we get to do this..." The guy gestures around them. "Our whole lives!"

Oh, for the love of God, please no. Michael says inside his head. He stands to face the others with sarcastic snorts. "I forgot, doing this our whole lives, it's way better than a full ride to Berkeley."

Julian turns to whisper conspiratorially. "Giselle, on three o'clock."

As expected, the girl indeed went to join them, her gold hoop earrings swing on the side of her face. Giselle gave her a dazzling smile. "Michael..." She says his name in a sing-song way. "You're in trouble."

"What did I do this time?" He played along.

"You didn't get me a drink."

"I didn't know you were thirsty."

"Now you do!" Giselle suddenly pushed him on the left shoulder, making him wince, and her mouth dropped open in surprised at what she did. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay." Michael grumbled.

"Is that the bad one?" The girl lifts the sleeves of his black shirt, revealing the long jagged scar on his shoulder. "Well, now that you're not playing, maybe you'll have a little extra time for me."

Ah, there it is.

Michael and Giselle grew up close in the small town of Cedar Cove, since Kindergarten actually. For a long time, they were best of friends. Going all over town, recording epic videos together. That was them.

Yeah, typical high school story... The jock and the cheerleading captain getting cozy all the time. But at some point, Michael got tired of everything. He started missing out on parties, spending lunch breks away from everyone. The injury was only the last straw.

"I also have some extra time for you." Wes quipped. "And I'm not playing ball."

Caleb nudged him on the ribs. "You were never playing ball, dude."

"Giselle! Get over here, bitch!" Her friends called out.

"Hold on!" Giselle touchs Michael's arm, her voice turns soft. "You're coming to my graduation party, right?"

Michael nods his head, reluctantly. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good."

And with that, the cheerleader walks away, her hips swinging along with the music.

The guys watch her before turning back to him, goofy smiles on their dumb faces.

He reached down on the bench, picking up his dark-green bomber jacket and puts it on quickly.

"What...what are you doing?" Caleb asked, confused.

"Dodging another bullet."

Wes stepped forward, alarmed. "Come on, Dude! It's our graduation night."

Michael backs away from them, arms up. "I'm not feeling it, boys. I'll see you later."

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The knock she did on the glass window made the man look up from his desk.

"Hey, yo, Fred." Jordan greets.

The middle-aged train station officer smiles in delight at the sight of her. "I was wondering if you were gonna show up tonight."

"What, and disappoint all my fans?" She asked, pointing on the empty lot surrounding the ticket booth.

The man let out a hearty laugh, then she waves over and walked to the small bench on the corner where she always sits to play.

Jordan pulled out the guitar from the case then sets her journal on the space beside her. She knows exactly what to play, and it had been the only song she wanted to play first on her new guitar.

She played a few warm-up notes first, then smoothly gliding her fingers through the strings as the first few notes of the songs plays out. It was a song she had been writing lately.

"While you're fast asleep, counting your sheep,

I'm breathing...

I'll be up all night, playing through this twilight dream

Cause all my life I have been patiently waiting,

For lights to dim to fulfill my destiny...

I'll keep reachin'... As far as I can till break of day

I'll keep reaching..."

Jordan didn't even noticed but the last trip for the night just stopped in front of her and passengers steps off one by one.

"The light of my life will find its way

I know if I reach too far I may not ever recover..."

People passed her by, dropping coins and bills on the open guitar case, but the smiles on their faces was enough for Jordan to keep the music on.

"But I know the stars, Ain't all I'm meant to discover,

So I'll keep reaching..."

It was a rather chilly night. Michael shoves his hands into the pocket of his jacket and strolls briskly down the streets, passing by the train station which is still open for the late night commuters. He was almost around the corner when he sees it. A girl. She was sitting in front of the ticket booth as she plays guitar, the movement of her mouth indicates singing but from the distance, he couldn't hear what she was singing.

To be continued...

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Note: the song title is Reaching by Bella Thorne.