#i really like this image of haze shes so teeny tiny

[burstfoot]

casts my sinister magics on your dashboard

[baby-grayson]

Kind Stranger| GBD

Word Count: 2.8k (teeny tiny) Trigger Warning: quarantine talk A/N: This is my first fic post ever! Please let me know what you think about this little teaser. Please please give me feedback about if I should keep going or if I can improve at all!!

The saltwater hit his tongue sharply. His body fell alongside his board in the water. While his feet met the ground again, he quickly scooped up the wayward board before it floated too far away. Arriving back on the shore, he dug the bottom of the board into the heavy, wet sand. He sat next to it, the tide kissing his feet and bare legs as it danced along the shore. He took a deep breath. He was at peace.

Grayson Dolan didn’t feel peace often: at least, not lately. The past two years had been one chaotic haze after another. Moving into a house in LA. Being on Fear Factor. Having his first stalker. Being there to watch his father pass. Starting a fragrance company. Erupting into a workaholic pattern of self-destruction to avoid dealing with the emotions of his father’s death. Announcing to his over 10million fans that he and Ethan had reached their last emotional string and needed to pursue a life that was happiest for them, including projects that pushed them as creators.

The creative projects were as scary and dizzying as they were exciting. He and Ethan traveled across the country in a custom van. They explored the Australian wilderness. They started a podcast with their friend, Ryan, to introduce the real, mature versions of themselves to the internet. Grayson had a small black notebook in his bottom left desk drawer with project ideas and timelines for the year.

But that notebook became pointless when the pandemic hit. He and Ethan were in the process of finding a new house after an incident with an unhealthily obsessed fan when the shelter in place orders hit. The first month was unstable; no one should have to move to a new house in the middle of a pandemic. But the craziness subsided eventually, Grayson and Ethan found a home to call their own for the first time in their lives. After living in close quarters during construction left them at each other’s throats, they found a rental in Malibu to live out the rest of their quarantine days. Periodically, the visited their mother in New Jersey.

Visiting New Jersey did not exactly follow the CDC guidelines. Grayson quelled the risk in his heart with the importance of his mother. If she wasn’t working and he and Ethan only ever saw each other, how dangerous could it really be? Besides, his mother needed him. After the death of his father, his mother was left alone in their house in rural New Jersey. She had nothing but the memories of buying the home, bringing home two twin baby boys, teaching her daughter how to ride a bike, and having tough conversations about her sons’ dreams… Yeah, she needed him. Grayson decided. Grayson still held guilt from not spending enough time with his mother after his father passed. He loved her more than anything, and in a deep place, a place so deep that he didn’t dare think on often, he would never forgive himself for not being there for her in the weeks following his father’s passing.

He thought of her often: like on this beach in Malibu. He thought of how she’d love to pull up a beach chair and enjoy a Mojito while soaking up the sun. The image almost made him chuckle. For a short second, he pictured Ethan and Cameron there with her. Cameron would pull up a beach chair next to their mother, blasting her latest musical obsession from a stereo. Ethan would try to surf, but eventually his more whimsical tendencies would give out and he’d try building the biggest sandcastle a 20-year-old man child could muster.

Grayson chuckled to himself, he buried his hands in the sand at his sides. He played with it in his palms, feeling the fine granules pass over his coarse skin. A thousand little diamonds slowly withering away at a firm and precise exterior. He was also reminded of his mother constantly telling him to exfoliate his callouses from building.

This was Grayson mid-pandemic. The mess of finding a house passed. The initial marvel of staying busy inside the house passed. Hell, even the wonder of cutting his home-grown mullet had passed. Now, he and Ethan traded turns being the more bored twin. Ethan had re-watched Stranger Things about 10 times by now. Grayson spent his days working out, following his regimented daily routine to soon reach a Planche Hold. Occasionally, one of them would reach a deeper state of boredom and go to bother the other twin. They would go to bed and rehearse the routine again the next day.

Unfortunately for Grayson, Ethan slept like the dead. His twin brother usually slept until 11:00 AM; the pandemic had pushed that to a firm 1:00PM. His brother’s sleeping beauty impression left Grayson with nearly half a day to himself. Grayson made a ritual out of going surfing. The beach was secluded enough to not require the precautionary thinking of masks and hygiene in a pandemic. It was just Grayson, his board, and the ocean. He spent his alone time thinking of the important people in his life. In some ways, this pandemic was almost a good thing for him. He spent last year moving too fast among emotions he was too immature to process on his own. This year the world forced him to move too slow in an attempt to let his mind and heart catch up to the rest of his life. His introspective moments on the sand and sea were his own to experience and process alone. Except today.

She looked down at him and smiled, “Good Morning”

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

He watched as she walked away: a long, dark ponytail fluttering in the wind over a flowy, white sundress sundress with a small, leather purse hanging at her hip. Grayson leaned back on his palms when he noticed something. Her footprints weren’t even. In the sand, one foot was about two inches deeper than the other. He furrowed his brow, pondering it for a second before shaking his head. He dipped his hands in the water and wet his newly cropped haircut. He was seeing things, probably swallowing too much salt. He grabbed his board and headed up shore to his van.

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He wouldn’t have recognized her without the hair. The next day, he was paddling back to shore on his board when she walked by. He could make out her long, dark hair against the pale, sandy background. He squinted: not being able to tell if she was looking back at him. He smiled brightly and outwardly, just in case she could see him. His smile faded in a few seconds. what am I doing? He thought before padding back to shore to make his usually introspective campsite.

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The third day, he was firmly in deep thought about his next tattoo when she walked by. They made eye contact as they flashed each other warm, but polite, smiles. “Good Morning” “Good Morning”.

This secluded little beach not his own anymore. He shared it with a kind stranger. She was a silent reminder that the world continued to turn outside of his fast-paced, modern, social media based lifestyle. Okay he thought maybe I’m being a bit deep …but it’s nice to have someone else around I guess.  

Their routine played for two weeks. She would walk by Grayson, either as he was coming to land again or paddling his way back to shore. They exchanged greetings and smiles as they passed. By the time she turned around and walked back to her car again, Grayson was gone.  Sometimes she saw the imprint of him in the sand when he was gone and thought about him when he wasn’t there. For a few minutes, she would muse to herself about his name. Sterling? No too Disney. Lance? No too King Arthur. William? No too Royal Family.

Occasionally, Grayson would think back to her outside of his beach visits. Maybe he passed a girl with long, dark hair in the grocery store, or maybe he saw someone about her size on the other side of a parking lot, he would catch his breath quickly before realizing it wasn’t her. What would I even say? Are we friends? She probably doesn’t remember what I look like. Why do I care? That last one got him.

Why did he care? Sure, he thought, she was pretty. She seemed nice, well okay her Good Mornings sound nice…nicest he’d heard in a while considering the only other person who wished him a good morning was Ethan. Maybe that was just it, he was spending too much time by himself or with Ethan. Ethan and Grayson had been quarantined together for almost four months now. The only other people he had seen was his mother, sister, and friend Ryan. When you only speak to 4 other people face to face for four months, the girl on the beach was a contender for one of his closest friends. The thought settled well in his brain, rationalizing his anxieties about seeing her in public.

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About two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, the sky was grey as the sun hid behind the clouds; the ocean water was unusually murky with dense foam. Grayson’s head must have been in the grey clouds because his usual surfing excursion left him tumbling around in the water more than usual. He started back for the shore earlier than usual, sensing that today was simply not his day. When the water reached his chest, Grayson started to walk upright in the water while dragging his board behind him. Not a few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain stab the outer edge of his left foot. “FUCK”, he swore out loud and gasped. The saltwater heightened the pain as he continued to trudge through the water.

He arrived on shore and noticed a jagged, long cut along the side of his right foot. The saltwater washed away the blood seeping through the wound: all that was left was a deep, slender slice taken out of the side of his foot. He tossed his board down, not bothering to dig it into the sand. He sat on the waters edge, trying to wash the sand out of the wound but wincing when the salt returned with its pointed sting. He groaned softly to himself.

I can’t walk back to the car like this, he thought to himself.

He threw his head back, frustrated with the situation. Frustrated with how he might have scratched his board on a rock from tossing it down. Frustrated from the deep wound spewing blood from his foot. Frustrated with his loneliness. Frustrated with the pandemic. Frustrated with his career. It all lead him here: sitting on a beach, more than half naked, with a bloody foot and a bruised ego. He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

Grayson nearly jumped, not because she was mean or aggressive but because he was having his internal meltdown under the impression that he was alone. He forgot about his little beach friend. Her brow furrowed softly, oh shit I should say something. 

“Yeah, I uhh I just got cut up is all” Grayson waived his injured foot softly from where it lay.

She hesitated for a second, neither of them was wearing a mask. Surely Dr. Fauci would approve of her helping a lone stranger who was in pain. She ignored the premonition, figuring that she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else soon anyway but remembering to put a mask in her purse for any future first aid incidents.

“Do you need a hand?” Her eyes were kind and caring, a deep brown that looked nearly gold in the grey light of that Tuesday morning. Grayson found himself looking at her, really looking at her for the first time since they started sharing the beach. She did not notice Grayson’s awkward gawk getting the best of him. She bent her head down, her eyes leaving Grayson’s gaze to search her purse for something. Grayson realized how small she was, probably only 5 feet tall and slender framed underneath her T-shirt and shorts. She unearthed a small, white package from within her purse. “Bandaid?” she offered, holding it out to him.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Grayson nodded softly and took the package from her. He looked from the white box to his cut and his muscles tensed up, unsure of where to start. He looked up at her, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled softly at him, reassuring that frustrated place in his heart slightly. “Want some help?”, she was already kneeling down before he could start nodding.

Grayson slipped the white bandage box into her small palm as she started wiping away the larger pieces of sand around the cut. “You think it could get infected?” he asked, “By something in the water?”

She laid a piece of gauze over his cut as she shook her head. “No, the salt in the water would act as an electrolyte to dehydrate the phospholipid bilayer of any aquatic bacteria before it even got in.” He felt his eyebrows raise. She wrapped his foot in a larger bandage before adding, “uh I mean… it’s salt water, so you’ll be fine…..how did you do this anyway?”

“I must’ve stepped on a rock coming out of the water,” Grayson coolly forgot to mention his earlier debacle of looking like a Saint Bernard on a surfboard.

“If a big guy like you can get taken down by a rock, I have no chance in this world,” she remarked while standing up and putting the box back in her purse.  Grayson laughed out loud with a wide smile. Her joke wasn’t even that funny, but it had been so long since he heard someone make a joke besides Ethan.

She smiled down at him, “I like the band” she gestured toward the solid black tattoo on his right ankle. “I think I would go with an anklet though,” she added with a soft confidence.”

Grayson tried to stand on the freshly bandage foot, “True but this way I’ll never lose it in the ocean.”

It was her turn to laugh, she flashed a bright smile at him and let out a happy sound. Her laugh died down as Grayson stood up tall: a tanned, muscular Adonis standing before her. “Well um..I’m glad to see you’re doing okay,” she started to step away from him, “See you later.” She smiled before turning away.

“See you later,” Grayson waved goodbye as she turned her back and continued her walk. He stopped himself, why was a grown man waving goodbye in public like a kindergartener at school? He let his hand fall to his side before picking up his board and walking back to his van. He looked down at his foot, I guess Ethan is taking out the trash tonight..and making me dinner. 

On the other side of the beach, she drew in a breath and cursed to herself, shit..I didn’t get his name..

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Grayson returned to the beach the next morning without his board. He decided that getting his bandaged (freshly done and kissed with love by Ethan) foot was too much of a risk. Also, he feared cutting up his good foot with a matching gash. He couldn’t depend on pretty girls with nice eyes to always be there with bandaids.  Instead, he sat down on the sand, letting the water run over his right foot and leg. He held his injured leg in his bicep, folding his knee up to meet his chest. With his free arm, he tried to skip stones in the water from his position on the ground.

He tried his best to enjoy his introspective morning with the ocean, even though he wasn’t in the water.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your board” she looked down at him from under the visor of a black baseball hat.

He chucked, “Boards don’t pair well with bandaged feet.” He smiled up at her, “Thank you, by the way, for yesterday. I really appreciate it… You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem….just being a kind stranger,” outwardly, she smiled gently but inwardly she cringed at the awkwardness of her own words. Grayson smiled gently back at her, she can’t have been too awkward if he’s still looking at her right?

“My names Kate”

“I’m Grayson”   A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! This is the first thing I am ever posting and would really appreciate any feedback you have about whether or not I should keep going. <3 

[goldenkookietae]

Pebbles and Paper balls

BTS one shot

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jimin x reader

Word count: 1,662 words

Warnings: Fluff, cute

Summary:  You’re the head of your college’s editing club and the magazine that is to go out takes up all of your time, including that you spend with your boyfriend, Jimin. To your surprise, he visits you in the night saying he has missed you.

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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*I do not claim ownership over any of the pictures. They are credited to their original owners.

In the eerie silence of a cold winter night, Y/N was snuggled up in her favourite yellow blanket, which hid her Kookie onesie underneath. Her iPod fell onto the carpet right next to her bed, having   slipped from her grasp as she dozed off. The music still playing in her earphones never woke her, instead it lulled her into a deeper slumber.

This wasn’t the first time she had fallen asleep to his voice. And that was enough of a reason for her to have a playlist on her phone, which had just his voice, whether it be his songs, his sweet laughter or secretly recorded calls. It was a blessing for a very light sleeper.

Her dreams were all peaceful this night, no characters, no stories, no memories, but just colours. A hue of light pastel colours that made her calm even in her sleep. Her lips stretched into a teeny tiny smile, as she puffed out a relaxed breath.

In that moment, her brows furrowed at the light tapping noise that came every few seconds. For someone who had an obsession with organising stuff, it wasn’t a surprise to see that the irregularity in the taps was what bothered her the most. As she slipped out of the sleepy haze, the taps got louder, which were followed by slightly smaller taps.

After a few attempts to ignore the noise, a sharp sting on her arm jolted her out of her sleep.

“Oww!” Y/N muttered to herself as she rubbed her arm. Her eyes wandered to the clock set on her bedside table, the neon letters of which glowed with a bright 2:00 AM. As she still held her arm, she looked around as to what could’ve woken her up from such a relaxing nap, her eyes scrunched at all the crumpled pieces of paper lying on the floor and her books strewn across her bed.

She sighed, slightly disappointed at herself for falling asleep in the middle of studying when she had set up a schedule to finish for the day. She had been up late nights for quite a few weeks, what with the deadline for the magazine getting closer every second. And after that, the comfort that his voice offered, it was inevitable.

It had been so long since she had seen him. His very thought brought a million images of happiness to her mind and quite a few funny ones too.

“OWW! What is that?!” Y/N groaned, much more aware of her surroundings as she rubbed the small bump that was starting to form on her forehead. It didn’t take her long to find the small pebble lying next to her hand, and she was pretty sure this was exactly what hit her.

She scrutinised the pebble in her hand for a second, as though expecting an apology from it before she huffed­­. Pebbles never come flying in through an open window on the second floor to hit someone on the head. Not on their own, at least.

“Who the hell?” she growled, jumping off of her bed and making her way to the open window, brushing aside the mess on the floor. Just as she was about to place her hands on sill, another pebble, a bigger one this time, came soaring at her, which she dodged just in time.

“HEY!” she yelled, as she looked out the window, curses at the tip of her tongue, ready to fire away at just about anybody. Instead, her eyes met his. Crescents because of the wide smile on his lips, her favourite pair. And just like that, her anger was all forgotten.

Not even a minute had passed, and she was already at the door, fumbling with lock in excitement. As soon as she got it open, he was there, waiting, and she jumped.

“Jimin!”

He giggled as they both landed on the soft grass of the freshly mowed yard, his arms wrapping around her frame.

“You’re kinda heavy ya know?” He chuckled patting her thigh as Y/N rolled her eyes, landing a light punch on his chest. They laid there for a few minutes before they got up dusting themselves and looking at each other.

“That was dramatic.” Y/N chuckled as she slipped her hand into his, pulling him closer.

“Yes, it was. You must’ve really missed me. I have. I hardly see you these days.” Jimin pouted, squeezing her hand.

“Yeah sorry about that, I’ve so busy with-”

“The magazine.” Jimin finished, while Y/N chewed on her lip, suddenly feeling guilty about not giving Jimin the attention he deserved. Sure, she thought about him all day, spoke of him to everyone she met, practically fell asleep listening to his voice every night, and yet, she had not made an effort to call him up. And he was here, at two in the night, because he missed her.

“You’re thinking too much again. Stop thinking.” She blinked when Jimin tapped her forehead twice, and tried to smooth out her furrowed brows.

 Even before she could reply to that, he pulled her hand, dragging her outside the fence and onto the road.

“Jimin! What?! It’s almost two, where are you taking me?” Y/N whispered, her words coming out louder in the silence of the night, but she got no response, the only change was her being dragged a faster pace.

The convenience store was just a minutes’ walk away from her house, she knew that, but she saw no reason for them to be there so late in the night. Through the aisles and shelves they went, until Jimin found what he had been looking for.

“Ice cream.” They both said in unison, looking at each other after and giggling. It was their favourite thing to do after a long day at school, no matter the season, no matter the time. It was a race from there, as to who would pick the only cup of cookie dough ice cream. It wasn’t about the flavour, it was about who would claim the last standing cup of any flavour.

They settled down on a wooden bench outside, sharing flavours and not focusing on much more till they threw the cups in the bin.

“Also, babe, you know you could’ve just called me right? You didn’t have to throw pebbles through the window!” Y/N shook her head, turning to face Jimin.

“Okay look, my original plan wasn’t to throw pebbles okay? I had planned it all to be romantic but your sleepy ass had to ruin it.”

“Don’t blame me mister. What is so romantic about getting hit by pebbles seriously.”

“Will you shut up? In case you had not noticed, I threw paper balls first. And you were supposed to wake up, but you didn’t and I ran out of paper, so then I thought the pebbles would work.” Jimin shrugged.

“But you didn’t have to hit my arm ya know?” Y/N looked at him accusingly, holding out her arm for him to see.

“Shit, it hit your arm? I’m sorry, I was actually aiming for your head though.” Jimin replied very casually.

“You hit my head too.” Y/N grit her teeth.

“Ah! Bulls eye!” Jimin clapped his hands together, before getting smacked on the shoulder.

Jimin was very quick with his actions as he pulled her onto his lap and wound his arms around her bringing her closer.

“I’m sorry babe,” his mellow voice whispered, his lips at her ear, “Let me kiss it to make it all better, hm?” Jimin peppered her face with kisses, every so often coming back to the bump on her forehead, and a lingering kiss onto her lips. Y/N enjoyed the warmth, her mind getting fuzzy as his touch began to lull her into sleep. She snuggled into the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent letting herself draw comfort from him.

It was only the next morning that Y/N woke up with a satisfied hum, a pink paper ball clutched tight in her hands. Her eyes shifted to the floor, and indeed, paper balls littered the floor, the variety in the colours making the mess look chaotically pretty. She broke out into a huge smile as the fuzzy memory of a Jimin’s voice came back to her mind. He sang her to sleep. That she was sure of. She smoothed out the paper ball in her hand, laying it out on her bed carefully.

‘Good morning angel, did you sleep well? Of course you did. You fell asleep on me outside the store and drooled all over my shirt during the piggy back ride home. Sleepyhead! But that tells me how little of sleep you’ve been getting baby, please don’t stress yourself out like this. Make sure to eat a lot and sleep a lot okay? Don’t worry about the magazine, I know it will be perfecto. I’m cheering for you! Do call me, I miss you a lot. Even more now when all I keep seeing, is your bunny tail wiggling in that cute onesie. I love you so much cutie.

-Love, the most romantic boyfriend ever, Chim

P.S. I’ve written something in all the other paper balls too. I hope you’ll like them.

P.P.S. I have pictures of you drooling. And it’s my wallpaper now.’

Y/N squealed, holding the paper close to her chest, her cheeks dusting a bright red as everything struck her at once. The fact that she had drooled over him which he claimed to have pictures of, the fact that she went around the city in her bunny onesie, the ‘I love you’.

She reached for her phone and quickly dialed his number, a contented sigh escaping her lips as his sleepy morning voice spoke on the other side. It took him a few seconds before he was wide awake, his tone concerned as to why she had called him this early in the morning. She cut him off.

“I love you, Jimin.”

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(We’ve Got) Obsessions by gleeficarchivepseud (andyetilienot) “Tested” reaction fic.

A Mild Case of Vampirism by icedwhitemocha sometimes a teddy bear is just a teddy bear. this is not one of those times.

What They Say About The Third Time by a_simple_rainbow Blaine is a cinematography student who agrees to help some classmates out with their end of semester project. Kurt is a fashion student who agrees to help his high school friend, Artie Abrams.

Hate On Me Hater by rospeaks Kurt and Blaine are fashion critics in competition with each other. • p much just pwp lmaooo

Mistaken Identity by kurtiepie "How do you accidentally do something like that?" After a long day, Blaine comes home to find that his friend and roommate Sam has accidentally set him up on a blind date. 

The Tune Without The Words by FyrMaiden It's not Blaine's wings which make him special.

Down To The River by FyrMaiden Faith is an important part of Blaine's life, and he doesn't want to lose it.

Fire Forged Friends by kurtiepie "This is the worst bitter rivalry Kurt has ever been a part of." After coming to the conclusion that she would rather be fear than play nice, Rachel corrals the New Directions into a fiercely competitive new mindset. Kurt doubts her methods, but goes along with them -- until the Warbler's leading man sends him a message, telling him it's 'crucial' that he sees him.

Soothe by Ladylywrites Blaine has a nightmare and calls Kurt.

All Your Curves And Edges by Ladylywrites Set after 'Tested'; Blaine opens up a little more about his feelings in the after glow of making up.

Blaine Anderson, Guerrilla Knitter at Large by madamemonday Blaine knits!!

Nine in the Afternoon by hedgerose Growing up and growing together.

Clandestine ‘verse by DasWarSchonKaputt The first words Kurt Hummel ever says to Blaine are, “Take the shot.” (spy!klaine)

All My Numbers by sweetiejelly Eight years later, at the urging of their friends, Kurt and Blaine try speed dating. It doesn't work. Until it does spectacularly.

We Should Be Woo’d by flowerfan Sam turns to Blaine for advice on how to help Spencer woo Alistair, but Blaine and Kurt are a little busy…

want to be wanted by sxndazed "What are you afraid of?" He looks up and meets her eyes. She'll prod until he answers, but she wants him to answer without having her do so. He sighs. "I'm afraid of not being enough."

Under Your Spell(ing) by notthetoothfairy Emotionally isolated skank!Kurt approaches Blaine at a church youth group meeting, and somehow ends up with more feelings than he can handle.

And now here they are by tinysocieties “I can’t wait to read it,” Blaine says, his expression open and sincere. Kurt feels fond all of a sudden. He can already tell it’s going to be a problem.

Emotions in Limine by whenidance Lawyer!Kurt, Paralegal!Blaine