#i tried to make it look a candid photo or like u walked up to them like this. just guys being dudes.

[maskedchip]

always accessorize ✨✨

[earlysunshines]

L word

kim minji x fem!reader

synopsis: minji gets drunk while she’s away and you’re sent a video of her rambling on about how much she misses u

warnings: sappy sweet lovely ; minji a loser FORREAL i will never let this go. ; alcohol! yummmmmyyy ; anything else not mentioned ; not proofread

a/n: hello WHATS UP im HOME i have a new cat keychain and milk blush HOORAY anyways girlfriend of the year goes to

it’s the last day of minji’s stupid volleyball camp – the camp four hours away from you, her beloved girlfriend – and she’s surrounded by her teammates, a few bottles of soju and wine they somehow managed to sneak in, and the growing haze of too much alcohol. 

leaning her head against the back of the couch, she tries desperately to keep herself from losing her mind.

what’s pushing her to the edge isn’t just the alcohol—it’s the fact that she made the rookie mistake of glancing at her phone’s wallpaper. there you are, hair up, face bare, looking effortlessly beautiful as you make breakfast in the morning. you’re caught in the middle of a candid moment, gazing at the camera with a confused expression, your hand blurred as you try to grab the phone from her. 

(“hey!” you groan, rushing towards her with a spatula in your hand. minji laughs, backing away and pushing your head away with her hand, making you groan again. “delete that!”

“nuh uh.” minji grins at you, then puts her phone in her pocket. you still look annoyed, but minji finds it the best thing to wake up to. “what’s all this?” she asks, moving her head to to the side to eye the stove.

you blush, turning away and walking back to where the stove is. you check up on the four eggs you’re cooking, then mumble, “i figured since it’s your first time staying over at my place… i’d make you breakfast.”

it doesn’t show, other than the slight tint of pink on minji’s cheeks, but she might lose her mind, maybe even get down on one knee.

“aw, thanks.”)

the image is sweet, simple, and yet, to minji, you look absolutely adorable. it’s enough to make her heart ache with longing, the kind that no amount of soju can drown out.

minji tilts her head back and downs another shot, wincing as the burn slides down her throat. she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through her chest. alcohol has never been her strong suit—not like you, who can handle a few drinks without batting an eye. minji’s a lightweight, and by the third shot, she’s already feeling the effects, regretting every dose more than she wants to admit.

around her, her teammates are lost in their own conversations, faces flushed from the alcohol. haewon, the team’s setter, has somehow managed to smuggle in a bottle of wine and is well past her limit, babbling on about some guy she’s been talking to and clinging onto bae defeatedly. 

minji tries to focus, to engage in the chatter, but her mind keeps wandering back to you. your image, your smile, the way you look at her—it all tugs at her heart, pulling her deeper into her thoughts, further away from the room full of laughter and slurred words. she checks her phone again after feeling it vibrate against the floor, immediately checking it and catching another glimpse of another photo of you in her lockscreen rotation; this time, she sees you studying in the background, the time covering apart of your head, and a few texts from you.

[y/n]

hey babe i hope you’re having fun! i’m going to sleep, goodnight! miss you xx see you tomorrow lovely

minji stares at her screen, her frown deepening as if the notifications had just announced the end of the world. she knows it’s the alcohol making her overly emotional, but that doesn’t stop her from feeling the weight in her chest. with a frustrated sigh, she lets her phone slip from her fingers, landing with a soft thud on the ground. the sudden movement draws the attention of her teammates, their chatter quieting as they turn to her.

“what’s wrong miss team captain?” ryujin teases, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

minji, usually the composed and level-headed one, surprises everyone when she lets out a dramatic whine and leans her head against danielle, who’s sitting next to her. the room falls silent as minji wraps her arms tighter around her knees, her voice small and filled with longing.

“i miss my girlfriend,” she confesses with a heavy sigh. she picks up her phone again, staring at the lock screen—another candid moment that you look adorable in. “i miss y/n so much.”

her teammates exchange glances, surprised by the rare display of vulnerability from their usually stoic captain, but they can’t help but smile at how deeply minji cares for you. hanni, the libero, is very entertained by this rare sight of minji. she pulls out her phone and snickers, pressing record and holding it up secretly. 

danielle lets minji sulk into her, she’s the only sober one in the room and is in the right mind to say anything meaningful in this situation. “do you need water?”

“i need y/n.” minji murmurs, rubbing her face in her hands and making her face even more red. “i miss her…”

“it’s been four days minji…”

“i want to be with her all the time… always.” minji confesses, her voice trembling with a vulnerability that takes everyone by surprise. her hand reaches for another shot glass, but danielle quickly intervenes, her concern clear. yet, minji manages to avoid her and downs the drink anyway, the alcohol burning its way down as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.

“i–i…” minji stammers, squeezing her eyes shut as if trying to hold back a flood of emotions. her fingers fumble for her phone, and when she finally grasps it, a soft smile spreads across her face. she turns the screen to show her teammates a candid picture of you nestled against her, your peaceful expression illuminated by the dim light from your lamp. you had completely passed out against her that day after studying for one of your more important tests, that was also the moment minji realized she loved you. “my beautiful y/n, my lovely…” she murmurs, flipping the screen back to herself as if savoring the sight. “...y/n.”

danielle can’t help but giggle softly, gently helping minji to her feet. “she’s very sweet, but i think it’s time we get this sweet girl’s girlfriend back to her hotel room. you’ve had enough, minji.”

minji shakes her head, her pout deepening as her eyes glisten with unshed tears. the rest of the team watches in stunned silence, taken aback by the raw, unguarded side of minji they’ve never seen before. they knew she adored you—her eyes always sparkled when she mentioned you, and her demeanor softened in your presence—but this...this was something deeper, something that laid her heart bare for all to see.

“i love y/n so much… she’s the only… girl… ever,” minji slurs, her words heavy with emotion as she sways slightly on her feet.

“well!” danielle tilts her head, laughing softly at minji's endearing confession. hanni, meanwhile, can’t resist giggling as she records the entire scene, already planning to send it to you later. danielle carefully helps minji to her feet, steadying her as she turns to the team. “i’m going to get her to bed—someone’s turned into a sappy lovebird.”

“no, please keep her here,” ryujin pleads, clearly relishing in her captain’s rare moment of vulnerability. “this is gold.”

but danielle, the only one with a working moral compass, shakes her head, her gaze shifting to minji, whose blinks are becoming slower, her hair a tousled mess, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. minji clings to danielle, her voice barely above a whisper as she mumbles, “i miss her… i wanna see my y/n… i love my y/n, i love her…”

danielle sighs, gently guiding minji toward the door. “come on, let’s get you to bed. you’ll see her soon enough.” minji nods, though she continues to mumble your name like a mantra, earning giggles from her teammates even after she’s dragged out by danielle.

–

minji feels like she’s been hit by a bus when she wakes up. her head is pounding, her hair is tangled and a chunk is in her mouth, and her body is twisted in an awkward position that leaves her neck sore. 

she groans, blinking a few times as she rubs her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. blindly, she reaches for her phone on the bedside table, and when her fingers finally graze the cold device, she squints at the screen—nine in the morning. the bus back leaves at ten.

it strikes her with the sharpness of an unexpected breeze. she gasps at the sight of the numbers, shooting up from the bed in a panic. in her rush, she nearly trips over her shoes, cursing under her breath as she fumbles to get herself ready.

her phone ends up on the sink counter as she splashes water over her face, trying to clear the fog in her mind. as the cold water shocks her system awake, another revelation dawns on her—she hasn’t responded to you yet. panic seizes her chest as she reaches for her phone, guilt and worry mixing with the lingering headache.

your texts are still unanswered, and there’s also a text from danielle asking if minji is alright, but you’re her first priority.

minji clicks on your contact, then presses ‘facetime’. water drips down her face and onto her shirt a bit before you pick up. 

“hey babe–”

“sorry i didn’t get to respond.” minji apologizes. you can only see the top half of her face looking down on you before she sets up the phone clumsily. you giggle and catch minji smiling at the sound of it. “the team and i we were…” minji can’t exactly remember much from the night before, she can only recall around seven bottles of soju on the ground, plus those two bottles of wine haewon brought. “... up late.”

“right.” you mumble, trying to contain a smile. “i missed you.”

minji almost misses her toothbrush while putting toothpaste on it. she clenches her jaw and looks at you in the camera, trying to conceal just how flustered you make her.

“me too.”

“how much?”

“a lot.” minji says, then starts brushing. it’s almost inaudible, but you manage to make out the small, “more than you missed me.” she mumbles as she brushes her back teeth.

“you’re so cute.” you murmur, then take a picture her in the moment.

minji groans when she sees the notification that you captured her while she’s a mess, minji is not a morning person. she puts her hand up to cover the camera as she continues brushing, but moves it away when she hears you giggling, wanting to see your face scrunch up cutely and your teeth show slightly when you laugh like that.

your girlfriend rolls her eyes, but smiles nonetheless.

–

minji has always been the reserved, playful type. you've seen glimpses of her more intimate side, but she's still shy about fully expressing her emotions. just like you, she's new to romance, and sometimes it shows in the way she kisses you just because, holds your hand with a gentle smile, or whispers compliments that warm your heart. 

but underneath that playful exterior, there's a lot she keeps hidden. minji’s good at concealing her deeper feelings, partly because she's shy, and partly because she’s still in disbelief that she managed to win your heart.

truthfully, minji is a mess. she’s head over heels when you kiss her cheek before you two part ways on campus. she’s even worse when you light up immediately at the sight of her outside your lecture room, and really anything you do makes her go batshit insane. but minji’s not going to show that, she doesn’t show any of it, so you’ve only seen her ‘cool, calm, and collected’ side–you think it’s cute, but what’s even cuter is the new side of her you’ve just been exposed to.

another truth is that you woke up to a good morning text from hanni before minji had even stirred. the message instantly made you feel all warm and giggly inside. there was a cheerful "good morning sunshine!" followed by a video and a teasing ":P you’ll love this girly." you clicked on the notification, squinting at the screen as you opened the video hanni sent.

the thumbnail showed minji, her cheeks flushed as she leaned against the couch. when you pressed play, hanni’s laughter echoed from behind the camera as she shakily recorded your girlfriend.

you watched as minji, looking like an adorable, sad puppy, leaned against danielle and started confessing how much she missed you. the sight made your heart swell, a huge smile spreading across your face. minji, with her flushed cheeks and vulnerable expression, showed off her lockscreen to the team, getting even sappier as she proudly displayed your photo. 

 “my beautiful y/n, my lovely…” you hear her murmur, she turns the screen back to look at it lovingly. “...y/n.”

you couldn’t help but blush and kick your feet in bed, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. seeing how tipsy she was—four empty shot glasses scattered around her—explained why she was rambling about you, talking about how much she missed you. the whole thing made you giggle, your heart fluttering with affection for your sweet, slightly drunk minji.

what catches you off guard and nearly has you falling off your bed is when you catch minji saying:

“i love y/n so much… she’s the only… girl… ever,” she slurs it out drunkenly, but it’s heartwarming. she says i like a lead in a romance film, and it sounds genuine. then she says it over and over, and even if she’s drunk, drunk words are sober thoughts – that’s what you believe.

minji just said the L word and you weren’t there to witness it in real time. it’s been three months and minji said it first. if you could magically teleport to her in that moment you’d do it in a heartbeat.

–

your girlfriend arrives at your apartment in the afternoon. she knocks at your door and you open it with an eager smile, immediately pulling her in by the wrist and closing the door behind her.

minji giggles before you pull her in for a kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling away to smile.

“missed you silly.”

“missed you more.”

“i bet.” you mumble before pecking her again, then smiling cheekily against her lips. “hey, i wanted to ask about something – also show you something too.”

your arms are still around her neck, and her hands rest above your waist as she looks at you through her adorable black frames. “okay?” she says, tilting her head.

you grab her by the wrist and lead her over to your couch, both of you flop down on it and you lean against her shoulder. she puts her arm around you as you grab your phone, then kisses your head softly while you pull something up.

“hanni sent me something interesting.” you shrug, fighting the smile that’s trying to form on your face. “i wanted to show you.”

“hm, okay.”

you pull up your messages and minji feels herself stiffening looking at the thumbnail of the video hanni had sent. you press play and she realizes it’s a video from the night before, so she stops you, grabbing your phone and turning it off.

“hey!” you groan, reaching over to grab your phone back. “don’t just–”

“whatever she sent, that’s not–”

“just watch the video!” you poke her side and she loosens her grip, which gives you a moment to snatch your phone back. “just–”

minji’s cheeks are crimson, she’s flustered beyond measure. she sighs, crossing her arms now and turning away from you. “that’s not– look, i was drunk out of my mind…”

“okay well i don’t care, i want you to watch it so i can ask you something.”

“y/n, please baby.”

“don’t baby me.” you say with fake annoyance, pressing play again. “watch,” you order, then mumble a small, “you’re really cute.”

minji shifts uncomfortably as she watches the video, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. she cringes at the sight of herself with flushed cheeks, collapsing onto danielle, and the video captures her in a state of drunken vulnerability–it’s mortifying to minji, but you’re enjoying every second of it.

as the footage plays, minji’s cringing even more. she sees herself leaning into danielle, eyes glassy, as she gushes about how much she misses you. her gaze flits to her lockscreen being proudly displayed, her face a deep shade of red. she bites her lip, feeling every bit of her embarrassment as the video continues.

"i– i just... missed you—" she tries to explain before you cut her off.

“shh, shh. we’re not at the best part yet.” 

hanni pham i’ll kill you. minji thinks to herself, forcing herself to watch the rest of the video. 

minji's face flushes even more at the sound of her own voice confessing her feelings. hanni’s giggles in the background only make the situation worse. minji hears herself repeatedly saying "i love y/n" with a tone of longing, the video ending with hanni's laughter echoing.

“so,” you pull away from her, looking at your thrown off girlfriend in front of you with raised brows. “what did you think.”

“i–” minji pinches the bridge of her nose, then looks at you looking at her with an expectant expression and a teasing smile. “--look.”

“you said the L word.”

she furrows her brows. “what?”

“you said it, the L word.”

“oh my god y/n.” minji can’t help but laugh in the moment, purely from disbelief. she sighs, giving you a crooked smile. “is this about me saying… that?”

“saying what?” you push her buttons successfully, watching her bite the inside of her cheek.

“you know what.”

“say it.”

“what?”

“say it to my face.” you purse your lips, then bite the inside of your bottom lip. 

minji glances away, her face a mixture of vivid red and palpable anxiety. the embarrassment still colors her cheeks, but now there’s an additional hue of nervousness. it’s not that she’s new to romantic things like this with you—far from it. it’s just that her feelings for you are so profound, so overwhelming, that they’ve left her floundering, struggling to match the intensity of her emotions with her actions. sometimes it feels like her heart and brain work independently, or maybe it’s just her heart doing most of the work, it’s a mess, a beating wreck always.

you’ve managed to make her feel like a mess, an idiot, and utterly smitten, all by existing.

she takes a deep breath, forcing herself to look you squarely in the eye. her cheeks remain flushed, and she fidgets with her fingers, betraying her inner turmoil.

“i love you.”

“who?”

“you, y/n.” minji groans, leaning towards you and sliding her hand above your waist again. she presses your skin lightly with her fingertips, before repeating herself, “i love you y/n.” her voice is low and she looks at you through her eyelashes, now you’re all nervous.

you can’t speak or breathe in the moment, so you opt for leaning in and kissing her, but she pushes you away after one peck, looking at you with raised brows.

“you’re not going to say it back?” minji smirks, her gaze unwavering as she watches you avert your eyes. her expression turns playful yet determined as she gently hooks her finger under your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze once more. her thumb rests lightly on your lower jaw, her fingers pressing gently against your cheeks. “what was all that interrogation for if you’re—”

“i love you.” you confess, breath hitching when she looks at you like that. “i love you minji.”

minji smiles, clearly satisfied. “wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“i hate you.”

“but you love me.”

“yeah, but i hate you.”

“uh huh.” minji chuckles, fingers still holding your face and using that to pull you closer and kiss you.

despite the embarrassment she’s feeling, minji somehow remains more composed than you. she pushes her glasses up to sit on the crown of her head before her lips brush against yours with a tender softness, and she hums as she kisses you again. when she pulls away just enough to speak, her breath mingles with yours as she murmurs against your lips,

“i L word you a lot y/n.” she pecks you again, then says one more time before taking your breath away, “i love you so much you loser.”

[wandasaura]

hi aura! i think i have mega baby fever too honestly 🙁 like ik the convo abt them and babies and marriage has died down a little but i’m sparking it back up again

so ofc we know that wandanat is older than r so i feel they’re destined to have a friend who has a child already and basically said friend asks wandanat if they could babysit and despite their busy schedule wandanat says yes cuz i mean duhh and the baby like favors r for some reason and r just eats that up they’re attached to each other all day long but no one’s complaining

i feel r would’ve had one of those summer jobs to make some extra money before university and stuff and she was probably a babysitter which is why she’s practically a natural

r would def have the baby on her lap at her computer table “teaching” them how to do cs things but it obviously fails cuz baby probably just wants to play so r and baby go to the living room and like r does that thing where u hold the baby and guide them to walk

yeah like maybe the baby is on the brink of speaking and just babbles a bunch of words and r tries to teach baby how to say some names (including her own) and words and baby ends up saying some sort of mixture of rs name somehow and baby giggles a bunch and wandanat see this and it definitely just fuels their baby fever more

especially once r and baby are worn out from playing all day r feeds baby a bottle and they end up passing out on the couch and r is protective of the baby making sure they don’t fall or anything like either baby is surrounded by rs arm or maybe baby is on rs chest

wandanat just follow r and baby everywhere around the house snapping sooo many candid photos for the future

okay that’s the end of my baby rant but i just want one so so so bad or maybe just to babysit a relatives baby soon cuz they’re all so cute

- 🦕

it’s cannon that coulson and may are together and have a little one, and they ask wandanat to babysit on a whim when they’re both called into office for a national security threat. it’s an overnight assignment and while wanda and natasha have important office things to be doing, one of the main perks about running your own company is that you’re available to help your friends when they need it. the little bean is ten months old, an age r considers the sweet spot of babyhood. they’re not just a blob that screams for milk and sleeps, but they’re not entirely mobile yet and they’re cuddly. when she finds out that the baby will be joining them for a day, she goes into mother hen mode and starts frantically picking up the living room and kitchen, making sure all the remotes are places somewhere high and that nothing fragile or sharp is within reach. the baby isn’t walking yet, but she’s cruising all tables and couches so r takes no chances about what determined little hands can reach. the candles and glass decide pieces are all locked away in a closet upstairs, and she’s pleased to find that wanda and natasha have a couple baby toys stored in the garage from when morgan was little. she turns the living room into a playroom before wanda can even come back downstairs from taking a shower.

when phil and may drop the littlest coulson off, r hangs back, not wanting to overwhelm the baby whose already upset that her parents have left. she glides around the kitchen making a snack (overly smashed blueberries and strawberries sliced to small they’re practically inedible) but she will not risk a choking hazard, so natasha doesn’t comment on the fact that the baby can eat normal sized strawberry pieces. when she does come into the living room and sits down besides wanda, whose giving the pitiful little human a bottle, she smiles so softly as she glances down at the little angel dressed in a chaotic blend of colors. she has a sneaking suspicion coulson dressed the little one and they were in too much of a hurry for may to get her redressed. the baby looks up at her and it’s literally game over after that, she reaches a hand out to r, completely transfixed on her to the point where wanda pulls the bottle away in fear that she’ll start choking. r laughs when the baby practically launches itself at her, tiny hands clapping against her cheeks as the little one babbles. they’re inseparable after that. r has the baby either on her hip, cradled to her chest, or they’re both laying on their bellies on the floor of the living room. r makes colors seem like the most interesting thing ever. she’s holding up little plastic blocks and giving full monologues about the color and what else in the world is that color. she practically kills natasha when she gets to the green block and goes, “greens the best color in the world. your aunt wanda and aunt natasha have the brightest green eyes, and sometimes they look like soft blades of grass in early spring, but sometimes, when they get all mean and scary, they look like a forest in the middle of summer that’s three seconds away from being filled with fireflies.” and the baby just drinks up every little word that r says as she chews on her fist.

a couple hours into babysitting, both wanda and natasha have things to get done in the office, and the baby is meant to be napping so they see no problem with sneaking away for a couple of hours, but at the first pitiful whine that slips through the monitor, r is going and picking them up, bouncing around the nursery as she sings a soft song that’s in no way a lullaby, but the baby doesn’t know that. she decides against sleep, and takes the baby to her office where she tries to show them about coding, but tiny hands keep banging against her keyboard and while it’s adorable, she doesn’t want to have to get another one, so she brings the baby downstairs. they have a bottle and a cuddle on the couch, and when wandanat find her again, they’re both sound asleep with a cartoon muted in the background.

when coulson and may come back for their little one, wanda and natasha are quick to offer to babysit whenever it’s needed, eager to fill their camera rolls with more pictures of the two precious girls that have wormed a way into their hearts

[cafedanslanuit]

@rfadaydreaming​ said: ALLIE domestic hawks x reader hcs ple a se <3 love u 🥺🥰 

a/n: i missed writing about my birdman so much!! i had a lot of fun writing these mwah thank u cae

Takami Keigo / Hawks Domestic Headcanons

- When he moves into your apartment, it's not something that happens in a day. It starts little by little. The free t-shirt that came with your pizza order that he now uses as sleepwear, his favourite brand of tea in your kitchen, the extra toothbrush you gave him one night he had a meeting early morning. It’s like he starts building his nest, piece by piece, and one day you realize he has his own drawer.

- He is usually up really early, no matter what time he went to bed. His bird antics plus his training played a part in this, so most mornings he just likes to look at you sleep, a soft smile on his lips to show how grateful he is to be able to wake up next to you.

- Keigo tries to cook, but he isn’t the best at it. His macaroni and cheese are pretty good though. He’s the most happy whenever, for some reason, you get home later than him and he gets to cook something for you.

- Once, he tried to take you out to dinner, but as soon as you had asked for appetizers, a lot of news reporters and fans crashed your date, wanting to get a word out of Hawks and his new ‘fling’. Since he couldn’t really hide his wings, all your dates have been indoors. You usually order take out, put a blanket on the floor and sit there, often accompanied by some candles and music.

- However, every once in a while, he will ask you to dress up and you two have dinner at the balcony. He says just because he can’t take you out without other people bothering you shouldn’t stop you from having special date nights every once in a while. He’ll even order from a fancy restaurant. He makes sure to bring you flowers and also dress up, making sure he uses your favourite shirt he owns.

- I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: Hawks has a playlist that reminds him of you. Actually, it’s two playlists. One is filled with any songs that remind him of you (and yes, some of them are meme songs) and the other is specifically for your dates. Whether you’re eating on the floor or having a balcony date, he will always put that playlist on for you to slow dance with him (you can listen to the playlist here).

- Keigo didn’t get to decorate his own apartment, as it was bought by the Commission. So, once while you are browsing for new curtains, you tell him you want him to pick which ones to buy. He gets really nervous about you putting that much trust into him, knowing you will have to look at those curtains every day. He takes his time choosing, and when the curtains arrive, he insists to help you install them. Sometimes you can still catch him staring at the curtains with a small smile on his lips.

- While he wants his relationship to stay away from the public eye to avoid the Commission trying to interfere, he does post a lot about you in his Instagram private stories. Most of them are candid pictures of you drinking coffee, reading the news on your tablet or cooking with some heart doodles on the side.

- When he comes home after a long day of hero work, he loves to find you laying on your back. That way, he can crawl up and lay between your legs, his head on your chest. There’s something really reassuring for him to fall asleep listening to your heartbeat. 

- During quarantine, you felt really upset about not being able to go out, and he noticed you becoming restless and pacing around the living room more than usual. One night, he took you flying with him and instructed you to close your eyes until he told you to. After some minutes, he landed on one of your favourite parks in town. Since it was really late, no one was around, so it was okay to be without a mask. He took your hand and walked alongside with you, his chest filling with warmth at the sight of your usual smile once again back in your lips.

- He remembers special dates, such as your birthday and your anniversary. Since he always gets up earlier than you, he will bring you breakfast to bed. He’s not the best at cooking, but his special breakfasts always include your coffee just the way you like it, your favourite juice box, slightly burnt toasts (he doesn’t fully believe when you swear you like them like that) and scrambled eggs. After breakfast, he will pull you back into bed and hold you against his chest, whispering reminders about how grateful he is that you came into his life and how much he loves you.

- Having said all this, Keigo also has some bad days. You still don’t know exactly what triggers them, but you can notice him forcing a smile whenever you talk to him. On those days, you take the lead and cook his favourite dinner. You make sure to hold him the rest of the night while running your fingers across his scalp. Most of the time, you stay silent as you do so and press kissed to his forehead and temple every once in a while. You know there is a reason behind him not talking about his family or the nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. But for now, you don’t ask any questions, but rather make him feel you’re a secure port for him to land.

- Even if he wakes up first, when you know he has to get to the agency early, you wake up early as well and prepare coffee for him. You bought him a tumbler from Starbucks and he was so happy and giddy about it. He even posts a lot of photos of it on his main Instagram page. There’s something really special for him aout you waking up early even when you don’t really have to and make sure he goes patrolling with freshly brewed coffee. That plus a goodbye kiss from you is all he needs to start his morning on a good note.

- When it’s your turn to come back from work tired, he will help you sit down on the couch and rub your shoulders for as long as you need to. To help you relax, he really likes combing out your hair. He seems to have a lot of fun putting some products on your hair and brushing it out, massaging your scalp every now and then. He can stay hours doing that, a loving stare while he takes care of someone he loves.

[alleunwalk]

tokyo revengers idol au hcs part 3 that no one asked for AGAIN here’s part 1 and part 2 to get a better understanding.  this is what the members would be doing alongside their idol promotions+ what they would post on social media  toman tbh these guys are all just so damn funny on their own that they would constantly be invited to comedy variety shows. maybe perhaps doing something similar to seventeen or wanna one where they even have their own variety show on youtube (ie. seventeen’s-going seventeen series or wanna one’s show on mnet)  mikey-he would post basic food pics like of his parfaits or taiyaki but also it’s rare because he’d constantly forget his password. however on important days he’ll post long emotional and sentimental posts that hit you in your feels thanking his members and fans always. he also has a youtube channel posting random funny vlogs. draken- he has his own personal soundcloud to upload solo mixtapes/songs feat diff members. posts photos of his bikes and different tattoos he would be getting. responds with 1-2 words to fans during fansigns or ig comments but like mikey, once in a while, will also write heartfelt posts thanking everyone.  baji- his ig feed is filled with animals + dance practice vids. also has his own soundcloud too. trolls his members by commenting on their stuff. “delete this u ugly mf no one wants to see this”.  takemichi- very chatty, (sometimes too chatty where he’ll end up accidentally spoiling their next album info) and interactive on social media to his fans. tries his best to respond to most comments or ama ig stories questions. posts a lot of selfies and photos of his members. king of fan service.  chifuyu- beautiful photos of the sky a lot on his ig (in canon he wanted to be a pilot :,) ) along with cute soft selfies. (which baji and kazutora troll and comment being like “damn....u ugly AF!” “lmao stop pretending to act cute u loser”  kazutora- his ig is filled with pure chaos. just pics of him catching his members slipping (sleeping photos where they’re drooling or have their eyes slightly open or making ugly faces behind the scenes). also has photos of cursed memes and memes made by fans. he’s a literal enigma.  mitsuya- very wholesome ig photos- lots of photos of his family, group photos, sometimes cool artsy edited selfies. occasional photoshoot photos.  hakkai- ig is filled lots of #ootd photos and occasional photos from his modeling or acting gigs (he’s the visual, duh!) gets a lot of sponsorships from big brands.  pah-chin: has a joint youtube channel with peyan. they do silly challenges but will sometimes post dance videos (feat. baji) since they’re the main/lead dancers. fans love him because of his “matter-of-fact” responses that are funny without even trying. (example- fan comment: omg i love u guys soooo much u guys are the best in the whole world!!!<333 toman OUTSOLD!.  pah-chin: idk about best in the world but we’ll just take “the best in our neighborhood” for now i guess. thanks.”)  peyan: joint youtube channel with pah-chin. at fan signs mikey has to warn him to chill out cuz peyan will accidentally yell and scare fans without meaning to, but he’s just really excited to meet his fans is all ^_^   angry: posts a lot of wholesome photos like mitsuya (selfies with smiley) and writes a lot of motivational sweet captions cheering fans up and reminding them to always be happy :,)  smiley: joint youtube account with angry. smiley does a lot of prank videos and angrys just usually in the back like  🧍‍♂️... he also does tiktok- he would be doing all the dances, memes, and trends.  inui: ok hear me out, i mentioned before inui has similar vibes as cha eunwoo so i’d figure his ig would give the same vibe as his (iykyk). since he’s the other visual he would be getting a TON of acting and modeling gigs. idk why but i feel like inui would be a great actor (his facial expressions during tenjiku arc, the range!). actor of the year. gets a lot of skincare commercial deals too. 

black dragons shinichiro- photos of bikes, cars, and photos where hes pretending to do a cool pose but his members (+mikey) would troll and comment “LAME!!!!!” “why tf do u look like that?” “hey leader, it’s not too late to delete this now bestie :)” does fun ig lives. on variety shows as a joke his members tease him there as well. really great at fan-service and pulls the whole “pretend boyfriend” scenario with fans (the delusional fans are gonna act up if he keeps this up...).  taiju- (if shinichiro did not exist in this au OR if you wanted both in the group) photos of him at the gym, photoshoot photos.  inui- similar to if he was in toman, his ig would just be a lot of cool and cute photos of him from behind the scenes of dramas or photoshoots. a soft visual king. occasional selfies with koko and bike photos.  kokonoi- has a personal youtube channel but he would be Drowning in sponsorship videos all from high-end designer brands. he’s just casually flexing that PPL in his vlogs. ig feed is a lot of #ootd photos or pics taken with inui. him and inui would be makeup brand ambassadors or faces of brands (ex: like jennie from blackpink represents chanel). in this case kokonoi would be the face of fendi (he wears fendi slides in the manga cover) and inui would be the face of jimmy choo (his heels in the manga cover looked like jimmy choo but i could be wrong.. but u know what i mean) 

tenjiku  izana- pretty leader has a very artsy ig feed. extremely photogenic like inui. has photoshoot photos and candid pose photos. acts in dramas time to time (gg second male lead syndrome).  kakucho- posts gym or dance practice videos on his feed but he posts rarely because he’s just too busy or forgets he actually has an ig. loves commenting on takemichi’s posts “haha no wonder ur called baka-michi!” as a joke.  kanji- posts gym photos but it’s rare because he always forgets his password.  ran- the other visual. he would be modeling for high-fashion brands and go on runway shows. also definitely gives off actor vibes (he would be constantly casted in dark action movies hahaha). loves giving fan service.  rindou- in contrast to his brother, rindou when it comes to fan service, he loves trolling fans. also he’s really good at drawing a line between fans (y’know, keeping the delusional ones in check...which means he ‘friend-zones’ them but it’s for their own good tbh idols need to remind people their boundaries). has a youtube channel where he just posts random dance practice vids and occasional vlogs. also comments under his brothers ig posts “you look stupid af in this wtf”. on variety shows people find their brotherly banter hilarious.  mutou- posts gym photos, also really awkward selfies (he doesn’t know what his angle is lmao). another member who also reminds fans of their boundaries and keeps it real. (sanzu always likes his photos though and hypes him up in the comments).  sanzu- shy baby. constantly following mutou around. posts a lot of cute selfies and random pics of shogi stuff (he tags mutou in it of course). during fan signing/autograph sessions they love putting cute headband props on him like this or this. 

bonten because this group’s concept and aesthetic is mysterious, mature, artsy, gloomy, and dark they will take this concept to the grave. (minus a few exceptions) they are invited to variety/talk-shows but never make an appearance because they want to keep the air of mystery around them. (it’s a good marketing technique).  mikey- does not have any social media. he does have a private account to lurk around but no one knows what it is.  kokonoi- has a youtube channel but it’s locked and you have to pay to get into it. posts super short vlogs and teasers. thats it. (the ultimate scam! but their fans love them too much to notice). lots of sponsored #ootd posts on ig.  kakucho- he would be modeling ONLY high fashion brands and high end editorial places. his instagram is just his exquisite and expensive modeling photos whether it be candid backstage photos from shows, candid runway walk pics/vids, pics of diff photoshoots you name it. doesn’t really comment much.  ran- visual. similar to kakucho- modeling ONLY high fashion brands and editorial places. instagram is filled with modeling photos but also some artsy scenery pics he took.  rindou- posts short artsy dancing clips (like modern dances in black&white filter) on ig.  sanzu- since he’s the other visual, he also posts a lot of his modeling/acting photos on instagram. also pretty chatty (he’s the exception) on social media and loves teasing and trolling fans. posts with a lot of random cute emojis on everything. “just ate lunch and now im off to practice hehe 🍜🍇🤟💃🤠🧚‍♂️💞🦋” no one really knows why he uses random emojis but it’s just endearing lmao.  kanji- no social media at all.  akashi- manager....or if you made him the rapper in this au then he too would also not have any social media. 

[monlunetaeil]

Dating Mark!!

This is number 2 in my 'Dating NCT headcanons' !! Jaehyun is up next (per request!) but feel free to send me an ask with who you would like to see after that!!

Check out the other members here!!!: Haechan

Masterlist

okkkk sooooo,,, mark lee

I honestly have so much to say about this one

he's just so,,,, so mark

Literally laughs at everything you say

you breathe? hahaha

You tell a joke? hahaha

You fall? HAHAHAHAHAH

This also puts you in the Mark violence zone

aka if he laughs, he hits and you're the one getting hit

always apologizes after tho lmaooo

he also laughs in text so he basically sends every message with a haha at the end

literally texted you "Hey it was nice meeting you tonight! haha, wanna go out and grab some food sometime? my treat of course haha :)" to ask you out for the first time🙄

even the first time he said I love you was followed by laughter

He's also really not good at the pet name thing

sure he calls you babe and stuff

but he defo has a bad habit of calling you dude

like the second he gets excited "YO DUDE"

He'll also call you bro too LMAOO

"mark please stop calling me bro that makes us fucking really weird if you think about it too much"

Also, compliments are not his strong point

like he tries but like,,, it always comes out wrong

think of him trying to explain nct lyrics,,,,,,,, in a pg way

the type to say "you look the prettiest you've ever looked" when you're in the dark😭

"yo dude you know what I meant!!! I can see what you look like I have 20/20 vision!"

forever smooth Mr mark lee 😭

Mark doesn't necessarily strike me as the massively physically affectionate type

at least in front of others anyway

but mark can't hide his emotions very well

so his fondness still comes across but in more subtle ways

he looks at you like his world... laughs just that bit harder at your jokes

Your name in his phone is the only one with emojis next to it and with a contact photo

His lock screen is also 100% a candid photo of you and he's defo the type to just,,, smile at it sometimes

He'd also DIE to have matching home screens

even more so if they made a full picture when you put your phones together

He definitely prefers to text because its quick, easy and far less awkward,,, but with you he always calls

he just,, likes to hear your voice

and unbeknownst to you he's always smiling on the other end

the only time he's super physically affectionate is when he's sleepy

like he'll be half asleep but he'll cling to you like his life depended on it

defo the little spoon hehe

LIVES for lowkey dates

like raiding a convenience store and watching shitty horror films on the tv?? that's his SHIT

He'd pretend not to be terrified but 30 mins in he's hiding behind you 😭

the only time you really go out is maybe to the movies or for lunch

nothing too fancy

he tried taking you bowling once but he kept getting the ball in the gutter and it was not good for his "macho man" image apparently...

he swoons mega hard when you wear his hoodies

Like you just look so cute he can't help but pinch ur cheeks

gives u his jacket ALL THE TIME

and he'd be freezing without it but he just loves the way the sleeves are too long and how tiny you look

and when he drops you off he'd tell you to keep it because its "a chance to see you again"

"mark we've literally been dating for a year of course you're going to see me again"

but he'd still make you keep it and walk home freezing because when he gets it back, he knows it will smell of you... but he won't tell you that lol

He doesn't talk about his feelings much at first

he finds it a bit awkward

so when he does open up about stuff its full of 'umm's and awkward laughs

he'd get a little intimidated by the way you're looking at him so intently and try and back out

but when you encourage him it warms his heart a lot

because he always felt like no one would really care enough to listen to him talk about how he feels

it'll be like that the next few times

until he gets comfortable and then he'll have no problem ranting to you about stuff

you're the one person he can trust, the only one he feels safe around

and that makes you the most special person in the world to him :))

[kvgs]

karasuno and what they post on their private stories and what it’s called

daichi

wasn’t named anything until suga bothered him enough to make it something

but he literally just changed it to “daichi’s shenanigans”

probably barely posts

when he does it’s a volleyball meme or a random video of the team doing stupid shit

but if he’s with YOU he’s gonna post a photo of you on there,,,with your permission bc he doesn’t want you to freak out if you see yourself on his story

suga

ok ok i do not believe he is the mom of the group. he’s the crackhead wine aunt

it’s probably named some shit like “(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞”

like that’s it just that emote thing

he posts him walking to school if there’s a cool picture opportunity

takes a bunch of selfies with filters when he’s bored in class and posts them

probably puts ugly filters on the team and gets their reactions and posts those

he posts photos of you making funny faces

he saves the cute ones for the ~main~ story

asahi

“the adventures of asahi”

name given by noya

like daichi he barely uses it bc he forgets he has it

when he does posts it’s probably a random tik tok he found funny

tanaka is the only one who slides up

but for u !! he’ll post like cute photos from facetime or you taking pictures on his phone

and you’ll yell at him

he’s probably like ??? you took the photos !!!!

kiyoko

i feel like it’s named “ :) “ or you and her had joked and said “make it karasunos mom”

she ended up doing it bc she thought it was a cute idea,,bc ur cute

doesn’t really care for posting selfies on her main i feel so they mostly go on there

probably posts videos of the team doing stupid shit all the time

definitely the type to spam for the team members birthdays with ugly videos and photos of them

there’s a bunch of pictures of you,yachi and her saved and put on her story

if you guys are on a date she’ll post a picture of then like the filter of the name of the place yk

tanaka

“big daddy tanaka’s story”

don’t try to prove me wrong

god this man,,,he posts so many memes.

just spams the shit

and posts videos of him and noya attempting to do backflips and shit

posts videos of him annoying you

you yell at him at least once a week for posting a photo of you sleeping

anyway yea he spams his story. and it’s those like deep fried memes that scream

i love him but tanaka,,,wtf

noya

“short king shit”

memes memes memes

posts photos of him and tanaka’s texts convos b/c he thinks they’re hilarious

tbh they are

posts photos of you guys with stupid filters on liek the broccoli and shit

videos of him and tanaka driving around and bopping it to some music

if all three of you are out in like a store he’ll spam bc you guys are always getting into a mess

one time he pushed u really hard in a cart in a store and you almost flipped over if tanaka didn’t speed to ur ass bc noya was too busy filming his s/o almost dying

kageyama

“kageyamas private story”

u tried to convince him to change to like “tobio :)” or some cute shit

wasn’t about it

he posts videos of him practicing his serves and sets

or clips of other volleyball games with some caption like “damn”

he’ll post photos of you that he took and asked permission to post bc he doesn’t wanna piss you off

ofc he has candids saved though

i lowkey feel like he would post videos of him annoying hinata ??? like throwing the ball at his head

if he’s posting a video of you, you’re 100% doing some dance or doing something weird

probably only spams when you guys are hanging out

probably posts a video of him wrestling you and then u kick his ass and he’s liek :O

hinata

“the tiny giant !”

like kags, he probably has videos of him doing different volleyball things on there

he also posts memes bc him and tanaka spam the gc with memes when they’re bored

really smiley pictures of you and him bc he loves you <3

tries to post aesthetic photos when they get to different gyms but tsukki and kags make fun of him

pulls pranks on the other team members like scaring them by hiding somewhere and posts the videos LMAO

tsukishima

“no”

it’s literally titled no bc u yelled at him to make one

it’s u and yams on there

that’s it

he’ll randomly post a screenshot of the song he’s listening to

like okay thank u for letting us know

gets off guard pictures of you or yamaguchi and posts them

but it’s just the two of you in the story so you’re like “tsukki it’s not embarrassing”

“shut up i’m not putting anyone else on it”

yamaguchi

“the b o y s”

he thought it was funny “bc you and yachi are on it so it’s not just the boys lol get it”

-_-

i feel like he has a cat so he posts a lot of photos of his cat with his bitmoji and hearts

posts tik toks he finds funny or relatable to him

you basically run his story

you’re always on it whether it be a cute picture or a funny face you’re on it

god forbid u fall asleep next to his cat he’ll take a million pics and at least two are going on his story

he’ll posts selfies of him and tsukki but tsukki just looks like he wants to die

yachi

“yachi’s people :)!!!”

she loves her friends so much they’re her people :(

doesn’t liek posting on her main a lot

she’ll post photos of the gym they play in for tournaments

when her and kiyoko get bored they take selfies and post those

but she probably scribbles on her own face bc she feels like she can’t compare to kiyoko

not for the boys though yachi is a lesbian she’s just s c a r e d

she likes posting photos of you doing cute things like petting a dog or looking at flowers

she probably posts those random like ‘insert name and you get random google search things’ do y’all know what i’m talking about???

[choiwrites]

kth | wolfgirl (m.)

Words: 10k  Genre: twlight!au, it’s new moon but taetae as jacob, ur bella but you have a personality :o, oh also smut and a little angst Warnings: no protection and no fcks given, language ig?, descriptive seggs lol, vampires and all that bs if that triggers sum of yall, oral (f receiving), tae is younger than u and kind of a sub (dom tae is overdone we need change in this country) i cant think no more no thots hed mt Rating: 18+ Song: Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth Summary:  During your stay at your Aunt's house in the wet town of Forks, you never thought the boys next door will change your perspective in how you see the world.

The weather in Washington was something you’re not used to. You can never go places without getting mud on your shoes and it takes more than your patience to clean them every time before going out. Sure, it was great to experience a different weather other than the blazing sun in Los Angeles, but it was hard to adjust. You weren’t ready for it with all the sleeveless and loose tops you brought from Los Angeles.

After months of debating with your mom, you decided it would be a great way to spend your summer vacation turning your camera focus into something more dark and cloudy. Your professor had also suggested that it would look good in your portfolio if you try different moods in photos other than the hot weather in Angeles. So, you thought about it for months before asking your mom to buy you tickets to see your Aunt Sylvia who you're currently living with for the meantime.

She was in her mid-thirties, but she looked younger than her real age. She knew how to groom and with the way she looks, she probably had that life during her high school days. You rarely see her though, you can remember all the conversations you both had. She leaves home early for her duty at the police station as an attending desk officer. Her place wasn't big, an average suburban house painted in cold tones of white and gray with dark furniture inside. It's not your typical definition of cozy. Good thing you brought your two sweaters — one with a Christmas tree embroidered on it and one with the phrase "'tis the season!" Wearing a sweater in Los Angeles only means one thing, and that is the season of giving. But who cares, it's not like anyone was going to notice, right?

About to finish the second cup of black tea, an idea pops into your mind about what Sylvia had said about the landscapes nearby the house. However, she had warned you about the risks of a few wild coyote appearances, but one could call you a junkie. There’s no fun in danger, but dangerous does rhyme with adventurous.

A cool whip of breeze enters the thin fabric of your sweater, immediately regretting stepping out of the doorstep after locking the door. As you are approaching the back of the house to enter the woods, young laughters echo through the area, lessening your fear for a bit. It must be safe if a group of teenagers are hanging out in such a secluded forest.

Unbothered by the noises, whether they were from teenagers or not, you make your way further into the woods of coppery branches on the endless verdant ground with subtle eau de nils. It’s like walking into a surreal three-dimensional render of a forest, too perfect to be right in front of your eyes.

It was quiet and serene in the woods. Aside from birds chirping, it felt like out of this world. It was an alien planet. Everything was green — the moss surrounding the place, every tree had some sort of fungi beneath it, the soil dark brown as if staring right into the earth’s eyes. The very healthy kind of earthy, and it was easier to breathe in the forest than it was in the city of Los Angeles. No wonder why they're both on the opposite sides of the country. They're literally poles apart. Being at Forks, it's as if you were able to be in a different country. It was secluded, unlike in Angeles, there are people in every place you go.

While changing the film of the camera, a strong gust of wind on your left side. So strong that your body stumbled onto the ground. You were on your knees, camera shattered as it hits a hard medium-sized rock. You break a couple of curses to the wind.

The camera looked hopeless with lenses separated from it, lying in pieces against a rock.

"What the hell was that?" 

There had to be some kind of a fast animal that ran from your side, which quickens your pulse, but the devastation you felt for the camera overthrew that fear. When you caught a glimpse of the 'wind,' it was human-like. It ran around in every direction surrounding you,  freezing you into place. The only thing you were able to do was to keep watching the human-like creature run in circles like lightning. You tried standing up, but it approached you in a rapid current that you fell into place again. But you couldn't see it, you weren't able to look into its eyes.

"You shouldn't be out here alone,” behind you says.

You whimper, embarrassed when the deep voice sends hums into your nerves.. 

"Why didn't you run?" He looks at you with knitted brows as he approaches to help you get on your feet. He’s far too attractive to be a wild coyote, you slap that stupid thought away.

"I... I didn't know what to do,” you force out, still affected by the broken camera and creeping fear.

He was around four inches taller than you. He looked about your age. Dark thick hair, with light brown irides inside his almond-shaped eyes. His skin was of a rich walnut tan, and his dark green hoodie complements that. 

"You must be Sylvia's niece. I'm Taehyung,” he said in a sultry manner as he offered a hand for a handshake.

"How do you kno-"

"She told us. My family's close with Sylvia. Our mothers used to be best friends, y/n." He puts his hand back in the pocket of his hoodie.

A tinge of embarrassment brushes through your cheeks, feeling guilty that you didn't give him a handshake. But all of that is ignored when he smiles.

"Did I creep you out?"

You chuckle softly. "No, of course not. I'm just still in the moment... of processing." You ease him, as if you were able to read the tension in his undecipherable eyes.

There was a few seconds of silence before Taehyung spoke again when he noticed your camera on the ground.

"Hey, we have a technician at home, maybe he has some tools he could help you with."

He was absolutely gorgeous. You find yourself lost in his face, studying his features and every little action he does. He would look so good as a muse. If only you could capture him right now, he'd be perfect under the clouds that create shadows that contour his cheeks and makes his eyes even more mysterious.

"Don't worry, you can trust me. Sylvia knows where I live,” he adds. 

Though that doesn't really solve the problem, you find yourself walking with Taehyung in the woods, drifting away from the devastation and fear from earlier. 

The laughters were from them. The laughs you heard earlier before entering the woods were from Taehyung's friends. They confirmed that they were walking around the woods earlier and that they passed by your house. All looking friendly with similar doe eyes, almost like they were relatives. They were all in a circle, all of them sitting on a chunk of thick logs, dressed in a similar way. The men were younger than you, but there is a girl who's older than you. She didn't seem as friendly as the others as you notice the judging glances towards your way. She had shoulder length of hair and she was just as tan as Taehyung. Taehyung discussed each of them one by one to you, all of them introducing themselves in an endearing manner except for her. Only saying her name was Leah and that was it, which made you feel an ounce of intimidation.

"So, y/n, how long do you plan to stay?" Embry, the one with the shortest hair, asks as he plays with the two twigs he'd been digging up dirt with the moment you arrived. His color was a tad bit darker than the others. He had a grin that could steal every girl's heart. He was gorgeous. They were all just as gorgeous as Taehyung.

"Oh, one month. I have a college application to fix back home,” you answered surely. You were only here to take photos for your college portfolio, and making friends was out of the picture until today.

"Sucks for Tae, I had a feeling you could be more than a willing candidate to be his girlfriend." Everybody laughed except for you and Tae who exchanged awkward glances at each other.

"Stop it, Bry." Taehyung wanted to laugh along but embarrassment got the best of him.

"She looks so out of place. You probably party a lot in Los Angeles, don't you?" Leah gives you a stern look, seriously waiting for your response. She only wants to get a reaction from you and you weren’t the only one to get the feeling as the group feels the rising tension between the both of you.

"No, I don't go to parties. Mom is very strict." You tell her. You didn't want the group to feel that you were intimidated, after all, you wanted to befriend everyone.

"She'd be perfect for our overnight tomorrow then." She prickly grins.

"Right! Want to join us in La Push? It's the nearest beach out here. We'll have bonfires and such," Seth, the youngest one with the tiniest body (still bigger than yours), expresses in excitement. Out of all of them, Seth was the friendliest. 

"I'll go talk to Sylvia for you, if you want." Taehyung raises his brows. He had been laughing quietly ever since he had brought you to meet his friends - which seems like he regrets, additionally. He was more mysterious than you thought. He didn't share much of his life during the discussion, only three things: his last name was Kim, he’s 20 years old, and he lives at the rez along with the rest of the team.

"Sure. I'll just bring my other camera." You smiled.

Taehyung said that he'll get Chase, a friend of his who wasn’t part of the circle, to fix the broken film camera. He assured that it will only be a matter of three days before the camera is all yours again. After a few more useless fun discussions, you had forgotten that the sun had settled for a while. When Taehyung realizes your face of worry, he offers to give you a ride home. Great, a ride with the wild coyote who had immediately earned your trust by rising a brow. You wouldn’t be so shocked if you end up ‘missing’ in the news in the next hours.

He owned a Chevy pick up truck. It was red, but faded, making it seem vermillion in color. It had a few dents and you were sure that it wasn't one of the smoothest rides you've ever had. But Taehyung made a few jokes about how he feels uneasy with the truck as well, only to reveal that it has been with him ever since his birth.

"It's great. Very retro." You gave him a smile to let him know that he doesn't need to feel embarrassed with his truck.

"Shut up, Y/N. I know it sucks, okay. I can't even play a single song here without a static." He laughs and you admit it.

He gave a charming wave to your window and had a small chat with Sylvia, who’s been home for hours, before leaving, probably about the La Push trip for tomorrow. Once you've changed into your pyjamas, Sylvia knocks on your door as you are about to settle in bed.

"Tae told me about the La Push camping tomorrow,” she began.

"Are you gonna let me?"

She smiles in an assuring way. You can't deny how lovely she looked with her hair down, her waves framing her heart-shaped face. "Of course, honey. You better wake up early tomorrow. Tae told me that he'll pick you up by seven." She winks and rubs your shoulder before heading downstairs.

A beach trip in a cloudy town without bringing any hoodies with you? Sounds about perfect, if you’re looking for a hypothermia attack. And you were never a morning person either so it’s a big mystery why you even agreed to go in the first place. The waking time in Los Angeles was ten in the morning. In Forks, it was seven. 

When Taehyung arrived, he was wearing a black shirt and a black leather jacket, pairing it with slightly oversized pants. He looked bigger than yesterday, maybe it was the jacket that made him look buff. He waved softly before you even stepped out of the doorway. He was carrying a medium-sized paper bag with small wet stains.

"My sister made us breakfast. Just in case you didn't have enough time to prepare," he opens the car door for you and waved to Sylvia goodbye, "thought you'd take more time because you probably wake up late in the city."

“I’m somehow a little offended with that assumption,” you cooed and he replied with a stammering laugh, unsure whether to take it as a joke or not.

He fumbled with the stereo and it played better than yesterday, giving you a sloppy smile as the first chords of Creep by Radiohead plays.

"You fixed it?" You take a bite from the sandwich his sister prepared. You thank God his sister prepared it for you, your stomach would be growling by now.

"Yeah. I just didn't want us to have that awkward silence along the way." He breathily laughs.

Everything Taehyung has is beautiful. He had an amazing laugh, a deep sultry voice, and doe eyes. He's simply astonishing. You were sure that everyone he has met so far had fallen in love with him. You weren't one to deny that either.

It took around fifteen songs before the both of you arrived at the beach — thanks to Taehyung's amazing playlist. It was quiet, the weather didn't change much in the place. Still cold and dark, untouched by a glimpse of sunrise. It was windier than the rest of Forks, and you wore your Christmas sweater to at least help with the cold a bit.

It was weird to say, but Taehyung radiated heat whenever you were near him. It's like when you're not around Taehyung, you feel the coldness of Forks. His truck didn't even feel cold though his air conditioning was on, you just felt a sense of unfamiliar comfortable heat you found yourself curling in your seat minutes ago. The group welcomed the both of you except for Leah of course. Sooner or later, you knew you'd start to hate her.

"You guys are early,” you tell Embry and Paul as they greet you with warm hugs.

"Of course, we are. It's La Push, baby." Embry gives you a wink and you blush.

"Okay, Bry, I haven't had my breakfast and you're already winking." Paul fake puked and the rest of the group laughs.

They started setting up tents as Taehyung offered to take your bag when he noticed how it's weighing you down. Before he could put it in the tent, you took your digital camera and started roaming around by yourself to take pictures of the view. Astounding as you had expected. It's like you were in the middle of nowhere. Only Taehyung's friends were at the beach which was a lucky shot for you and the group.

"Set up the fire, Tae! We're having breakfast." Leah yells across the place as she places the logs in the middle of the circle the tents are built in.

Taehyung sighs loudly. "Get ready for the Quileute Tribe stories." 

"You seem tired of it, you joked.

While Taehyung builds a fire with the rest of the boys, you secretly take pictures of him busy as the both of you keep talking.

"It's always the story every camping day. The Quileute Legends, you know? The scary stuff." 

You knit your brows when the word ‘scary’ comes into play, bringing your camera down to take a better look at the almost sweaty Taehyung.

"Scary stuff? How scary? Thrill me." You weren't aware as to how much Taehyung also studies your features. He wanted to know you better, but he was afraid of scaring you away by asking too many questions. It had always been his issue, scaring people away from him. And this time, he didn't want to let you in like the others, he just wanted to be acquaintances. But the more he spends time with you, the more he wants to be near you as if there were magnets pulling you together.

"I don't know what would thrill you, y/n. But the world is darker than you think, it's not always safe." He gives you a look. It was impossible. You were five feet away from him, but you could almost see your reflection in his eyes. It was too comforting. You were devoured by his eyes, falling steadily into his charms.

"I know. It's just as scary in L.A., I mean," you gulped, "crime is everywhere. Can't really stop it." You explained.

"It's not always crime that's scary, y/n. I'm talking unexplainable things." He smirks.

"Like paranormal?" You gaze away from him, starting to take pictures of the beach. But no matter how hard you try to distract yourself from Taehyung, your eyes keep falling on him.

"More than paranormal. Ghosts are easier to believe in."

You inhaled sharply. "I mean those are just legends, right? What's with the obsession in the Qui-Quileute Tribe?" You struggled pronouncing the word.

"It's not me. It's a tradition." There was a moment of silence before you could think of what to say again.

"Delete my pictures by the way." He scoffed.

"I thought you didn't notice."

"I was posing." 

You laugh at his joke, still certain you're never deleting any of his pictures, most definitely the one when he accidentally looked at the camera.

"You look sort of beautiful in the camera." Your lids flutter like a high school girl. “Not just in the camera, I mean… haha.”

He stares at you in confusion, and somehow you always find yourself frozen and embarrassed whenever he looks at you. "Sort of beautiful? You're more naive than I thought." He removes his jacket and throws it on the log nearby, revealing his buff body. You look away in discomfort, you didn't want to find yourself checking him out. "I'm not what you think I am. And I don't think you want to know."

"Maybe I do." You point the camera towards him and take a shot of his reaction. You wink.

The clouds hovering above the clamorous sea tell that there's probably rain coming, but it seems like the group wasn't bothered by it at all. You were sitting next to Taehyung two feet away from you on the logs nearby the fire that Seth had given up trying to help making after a couple of failed attempts. His heat never failed to linger around you though.

Sam was discussing the Quileute Legends and the group was very fascinated with the story, even though Taehyung had confirmed earlier that they've already heard the story too many times from their own families. Sam was good. He had a way in telling stories. You find yourself actually believing the legends. Werewolves and vampires? Shapeshifters and Children of the Moon? You weren't one to believe in such fantasies. You liked to watch historical movies more than fairytales, but with the way Sam elaborated every part of the legend, you can't deny the shiver that you felt when he discussed the cold ones.

Fast like lightning. Beautiful and alluring. Undead without a soul.

You thought it was ridiculous for Sam to even give out a warning about the cold ones. You were suppressing your laugh a little bit, and you were sure Leah already had her eyes on you. Why would Sam give out a warning about the cold ones? It's not like they were actually real. He also mentioned a treaty. And he sounded pretty serious about it too, even Taehyung was carefully listening. All of their eyes were on Sam, except for Leah.

Sam talked about a specific family of the cold ones, that they proposed a treaty. These cold ones are not allowed to hurt anybody from Forks, or else the mentioned werewolves are allowed to pose a fight with them. He talked about it like it was a plan.

It was afternoon and the clouds were still as thick as it was in the morning, but rays of sunlight shone through the gaps between the dark clouds. It looked ethereal, an aesthetic you'd only see in paintings. You thought those paintings are only manifestations of amplified emotions of the painter, but here you are, smiling to your camera as you take hundreds of shots.

"Save some memory for the other landscapes," Taehyung says beside you, throwing pebbles to the water, each bouncing impressively for three times.

"I know, I just can't get enough of this. You don't see that in L.A." You pointed your index finger towards the horizon of the sea.

"Yeah, but at least you can swim in LA. It's too cold out here to even go for a swim,” he emphasized.

"Not when you're around. It's weird, but I feel like you have a fever. You're too hot."

He raises his brows . "I know I'm hot," he chuckles.

"I didn't mean it like that,” you protest, though you know for a fact, Taehyung right. If he were to live in L.A., he'd be escorted many times by a modeling agency.

"So, I'm not hot?" You knew he was teasing and your embarrassment was obvious enough because of the blood rushing through your cheeks.

"You're attractive. I'm sure you know that." You roll your eyes, trying to keep everything casual — which is getting harder and harder every time he's around.

"No, I don't,” he teased. He was obviously getting pay back on you for taking candid shots of him earlier.

Your eyes landed on Sam and Emily play-fighting in the sea, just the sight of them being happy made you feel a bit of a heartache. You were a sucker for romance. The boys told you earlier that they were engaged for three months now. Leah was Sam's ex-girlfriend and Emily was Leah's ex-best friend. Finally putting the pieces together why Leah was one of the hardest to be with. She was extremely hurt and broken. She would rather shut the world out rather than let anybody in. She would rather be alone, than find anyone again who could possibly hurt her.

"Look," you poked Taehyung who was too busy throwing pebbles, "Sam and Emily are swimming. We should too!"

Though you were shivering, you bravely took off the mustard jacket that Taehyung had let you borrow. You were left with your thin brown tank top and denim shorts. He's still in his black shirt, unbothered to even take it off nor his jeans.

"What are you doing? Let's go." You tell him as you walk towards the sea.

This was a bad idea. It felt like ice was draping all over your body. How can Emily look like she's having fun when you're over here freezing just by stepping into the water? Half of your body was shivering from the wind, the lower half was for sure numb. You wanted to slap Taehyung for taking so long to get in with you, and you weren't even sure why you were so desperate for him to get in with you. It's not like he had a heater with him.

It took Taehyung a few more seconds before he started taking his shirt off, revealing his caramel skin, but it wasn't his color that caught your eyes, it was how built he is. His body looks like it was sculpted by the most talented and precise sculptor. It was defined, and shadows are doing magic in giving it silhouettes in the right areas. The best part about it was how shy he was taking off his clothes, like a teenager getting ready for his first swimming lesson.

He was for sure planning to swim today, revealing the gray trunks he’s wearing underneath his jeans. He needs a bigger one that fits him better, because the trunks he's wearing isn't doing him any justice.

Okay, no. Maybe it was justified by a subtle outline of his —

Don't even look down there, y/n, you tell yourself.

You didn't know where to focus. His thighs were just as eye-catching as his abs. Just as toned and thick. It would be such a material for thigh riding, you thought and you quickly shake your head at the idea. It has to be the waters that did this to you. Time has never been more relevant when he was walking towards your way, as he scoops water with his hands to wet his hair, while biting his bottom lip and giving you a small smile after.

"Freezing?" He smiles, eyes pierced on your small body. You were hugging yourself, embracing yourself from the fact that if you let go of your hands, you might touch something else.

"You were taking so long." 

He chuckles before holding your arm, taking it off your body. "Come on, dip your whole body." He pulls you softly towards the ocean, the sound of walking through water comforting your ears.

He was a foot away from you, the water level was on his chest and so was yours, but slightly higher. He looked even more godly. His hair pushed back, and to see his face in its entirety was a blessing, a gift.

None of you dared to talk, and you thought it was better that way. You just get to stare at him, as the sunlight lands itself upon his bronze eyes with specks of gold if you would close enough, majestic indeed to see something like that once in your life. You'd wish to wake up to that every morning.

There was this comfortable silence between the two of you. Drops of water fall under his eyelashes, fluttering them as he struggles to stare back at you. The moment was ruined when he suddenly smiled and looked towards Embry and Paul. Embry was sitting next to Paul, staring at the both of you while laughing. You shrug, feeling invaded.

"Why? What is it?" you asked Taehyung.

"They're thinking ridiculously."

 You furrow your forehead. "How do you know?" He tightens his hold around your arm as he keeps you steady near him, aware of you struggling to touch the floor.

"I just know," he softly plants circles on your arm with his thumb, "trust me."

"Maybe we shouldn't stand too close to each other then. I think they're making a big deal out of it." You didn't want to come off feisty, but you guessed it went that way for Taehyung as he moved away from you without letting you go.

"No, they're not. They're just teasing." When he said that, it was like he only said it to get near you, to assure you that it was okay to be close to him like that.

"Still cold?" he asked.

"Not so much anymore." You muttered. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Taehyung, but your voice isn't very trustworthy at the moment. You know it will betray you the moment you open your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts? Why did you want to swim?" His voice was soft, calming as the ocean.

"I wanted to test how warm you can make me, even in freezing water."

He laughs breathily. "Seriously?"

You nod. He wanted to tell you a lot about himself, but like you, he was just as scared. Skinny dipping wasn't really your thing, especially in cold water, so after a few more moments of swimming and small talks with Taehyung, you let yourself dry by sitting next to the tent, keeping yourself busy by viewing all the pictures you took.

It was four in the afternoon, and the sun looked like it was already setting. Time was almost irrelevant at Forks, you wake up and the next thing you know, you're already getting ready for bed. Even though today was quite eventful, the clock still ticked quickly.

Feeling dry enough, you walked to the other side of the beach, Embry had mentioned that there was a cliff nearby along the woods. Though Taehyung was busy drying himself and laughing with the others, he glanced your way as you were heading towards the woods. You lifted your camera so he knew what your motive was, and he flashed a sly smile.

Trees. Cliffs. Birds.

The place could be a haven for the National Geographic Channel.

"I thought the pack wouldn't ever leave you alone like this." A deep voice spoke behind you, his english accent was thick and strong. You were sure that if you turn around, he’ll be ten feet away from you. You regret blinking your eyes, because the next thing you knew, he was right in front of you. His expression with so much thirst, so much hunger. For what?

You only inhaled sharply, first thing coming into your mind, confusion overpowering your nerves. You examined the man before you quickly. Olive skin, dark ruby eyes. His skin was inhumanly shiny, he almost looked dead, but in a mesmerizing type of way. He had dark purple circles, but his eyes were beautiful enough to distract you from it. He mirrored a cement under sunlight, he had fragments of diamonds and glitters on his skin. It wasn't your brain consuming you but his visual, his aura.

"Didn't bring your dog with you?" You weren't sure what he meant. He takes a step forward to lean into your ear, and your feet beg to stay, your eyes staring deeply in his beauty. You were too engaged, everything about him had you in place.

"You smell different from the others. Are you aware of that?" His breath touched your skin and there the exact opposite of heat seeping in your skin. “La tua cantante. I can hear your blood flowing through your veins. I can hear your heart. It's beautiful." He sniffs your neck as he hisses.

He wasn't human, and this time you were sure. He had danger lingering in his eyes, but it dressed so captivatingly beautiful, you found yourself lost.

"It won't hurt, I promise. It will be just a tiny bite, you won't even feel it."

There were words coming out of your mouth, you swore that. But nothing, your mouth still and close. It's sort of like he had power upon you, controlling and manipulating your body to be a mannequin. 

"Shh, don't fight it. You won't win over me." His teeth were grazing on your neck, seeking for a soft spot. You were unsure of his nature, what could he be?

An alien from this alien planet? An experiment gone wrong that escaped from a lab, perhaps? Maybe a demon, or an angel. A greek god of some kind?

They were all terrifying.

At the corner of your eye appeared a shirtless Taehyung, but he didn't look like himself. He was red, smoke flaring around his body. His chest expanded by time, and when you felt a small sensation of sharpness on your neck, Taehyung jumped towards the man.

No, it can't be.

This isn't Taehyung. Taehyung was gone. Maybe you were imagining things, but you felt all of them happening in front of you. As the man got distracted, your senses came back, falling on your side from losing balance. You pushed yourself away from the two monsters, as you would describe it. This wolf was huge, enormous. Any man who would try to fight it will easily lose. It stands almost seven foot, three bears wide.

Without trying, the creature had already decapitated the man. You weren't sure how to feel — safe or worried — but you were sure that you are mortified, and your face clearly expresses that.

You were only moving away from this huge thing in front of you, maybe that'll help you escape. But you don't even know if you wanted to escape. A part of you believes that Taehyung is inside that wolf, maybe eaten alive, or a spirit. 

So much for the wild coyotes, thanks for the heads up Sylvia.

Your eyes met his. Dark bronze eyes with specks of gold if you look close enough. You could almost see yourself in them, they were that kind. His eyes had a message for you, to approach him, to pet him, that it was okay and he will never hurt you. Before your hand could land on his lowered head, Sam and the others came running to help you, obviously seeing the wolf, but not even being bothered like you were.

"Y/n, are you alright?" Sam helps you stand on your feet.

Sam and the wolf had some kind of connection. Sam stared at it and the wolf left.

"So, wolves are normal here?" you spoke with a weak voice.

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking of how he can explain what just happened. You know that he knows something, and he was struggling to tell it.

"Where's Taehyung?" You scan their faces with no sign of Taehyung.

Holy shit! The wolf ate him! you thought. All you want to see right now is Taehyung. To prove himself. He can't be that wolf. The wolf must have eaten him. It is far too impossible for Quileute Legends to be real.

"We should get going before the other cold ones get here." Sam assists you to get back in the tents, completely ignoring your state of bewilderment.

Maybe it's a Forks thing to be mysterious and quiet. It irks you so much that none of them are even acknowledging what happened. This would be a great story for your mom.

Hey, Mom. Just wanted to call to tell you about how great my day was. So Taehyung, right? Aunt's neighbor, really hot guy I'd totally fuck, got eaten by a werewolf. But that's not too crazy, an incredibly beautiful medieval British man held me hostage, telling me he wanted to suck my blood. What a Forks thing! And everybody saw this huge tall wolf, I'm talking as big as a shelf kind of wolf, but they all acted like it was some puppy leaving the scene. Anyways, Mom, I'm traumatized. Going home in a week.

There is no way you can paraphrase that. No way you can make everything happening right now to sound normal at least one bit. This must be normal in Forks, but this is some Hollywood work in LA already. Things like these don't happen unless there was a shoot next door.

"Hey, you okay?" Leah approaches you. Her concern is seemingly genuine.

"I'm alive, guess I am okay. Where's Taehyung?" You don't bother to look at anyone at all, you drive your attention to the waves landing on the beach, hoping you could synchronize your breathing with them.

"Taehyung's fine. You don't have to worry about him."

"I saw him there. He was... he was red! Like he was burning! And... and there was smoke. Then I blinked, then there's a wolf. I swear it ate him!" Leah looked at you with wide eyes, but her lips were shaking trying to hide a smile.

"You're not taking me seriously! That wolf killed that guy! I don't know. He sounded British!" Leah bit her lip. "That was horrifying. I saw its head removed, there was no blood! What was that?" Leah inhaled sharply before looking at you with assurance.

"Can you calm down? The wolf you saw, don't you think it was described like the one in the legends?" Leah almost shouted, yet still controlling her laugh.

"Shapeshifters? Those are legends, Leah! The wolf ate Taehyung!" 

She chuckled. "No, they are real," she protested.

"The British man there was a cold one, a literal vampire. Taehyung didn't kill him, he was already dead."

No.

"Shut up, Leah. I know you hate me, but this is no time for jokes." 

She laughs harder. "You're right about me not liking you, but I'm not joking. That dark brown werewolf is Taehyung. One and only Taehyung. 20 year-old Taehyung who lives at the rez. That Taehyung."

'The world is darker than you think. It's not always safe.'

Taehyung had already given you clues from the start. But a word from Leah wouldn't be enough to stop your mind from going everywhere. You needed to hear this from Taehyung.

It was twilight already and the group had decided to spend the night in their cabin, instead of the beach. Sam explained that it was for your safety which until now he hasn't elaborated yet. Emily offered newly baked muffins, but it was too late before you could grab one when all the boys devoured around them. You gave Emily a smile.

"You can have the next batch." She shied away.

Emily looks like an average girl next door. She had fringes and medium length hair, they were very flat. Her skin was like the others, tan and healthy-looking. One thing you haven't examined deeply about her were her eyes. Embry had told you once that staring at Emily would bother Sam, and when you first saw her, you knew immediately why. She had a scar on one of her eyes, they looked painful. It looks like a cat scratch, only if that cat was a lion. It covered half of her face, but that didn't stop her from being lovely. She was still pretty in every way.

Taehyung arrives at the cabin, looking at everybody except you, his body resting on the door frame. He was heavy-breathing like he just finished a race. Sam came after him, giving him a small pat then walking towards Emily. Taehyung's eyes remain on the floor. His actions were complicated. You haven't figured him out yet.

"Y/N, Tae, maybe you can talk outside alone." Sam smirks at Taehyung, and Taehyung smiles back.

'This is no time to be smiling!'

Taehyung finally looks at you before leaving the door and you follow. But he still hasn't talked. And your rage is piling up inside you, you finally take a step forward.

"Care to explain what the hell happened there? I thought you were swallowed by that — that thing!" He gulps, stopping his tracks and turning around to see your face.

"I was scared," you muttered.

He totally understood why you were scared. Because he was just as scared and confused as you when he first discovered who he was, and just like you, he chose to deny it in every way he can, and he hoped that denial can make a change.

"You're not supposed to know about this. I didn't want to put you in this position — of knowing what truly there is." His eyes are sad, like he was a missing child.

The same day Taehyung figured out what he was, his eyes looked exactly the same; with fear, agony, and deprecation.

"So, you're a werewolf?" You felt his pupils dilate.

He looked at you in disbelief as if he hadn't given enough clues yet.

"Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Monster. Dog. Whatever you call it, it wasn’t my choice." His voice was weak, almost ashamed of what he had just said.

"And you kill —"

"Vampires." He finishes your sentence before you could assume. "Just vampires. The cold ones? Those that violate the treaty? They’re real." And so the legends were correct and real, and the evidence stands right in front of you, breathing and staring at you.

But no matter what angle you look at him, he wasn't a monster. He is not what he is described in the fairytales. He wasn't a merciless creature, not even harmful. He was just this young boy who lived near you.

"I get that you're afraid of me. Trust me, so am I."

"I'm not scared of you. If it weren't for you I would be bloodless by now." You bit your lip. "But I'm still a little overwhelmed." You gulped.

He had no words, but he was relieved. And you knew that when his eyes twinkled, the kind he gave you when you were jamming to the songs he had in his truck.

"If it's okay for you, I'm inviting you and Sylvia to my birthday tomorrow. It's just a small gathering."

"Will there be drinks?" you kid.

"Sam doesn't really want me taking any drinks for the meantime." He chuckles.

"Why not?"

"He said that I can't be on alcohol during my first six months of phasing. Why? Do you drink?" he innocently asks.

"Was just teasing." You playfully pushed him before proceeding to walk back in the cabin.

Before you even knew it, Taehyung was irrevocably infatuated with you. He wouldn't have thought that a college girl would give a small attention to someone younger than her, or even finding out about who he truly is and still staying by his side. He had spent so much time denying who he was, but maybe being a werewolf isn't so bad after all, if phasing is what it takes to protect you or anyone at all.

You were just like what he thought you would be — kindred spirits.

The party isn’t filled with loud chats and crowds, it is a gathering. Taehyung tried his best to always stand by your side to give you ease in enjoying such an unfamiliar place as Sylvia gets indulged in conversations with the others, completely forgetting you. Every minute though, he'd have to leave you alone on the couch but he'd return as soon as he can.

There weren't much talks between you and him either, only a couple of smiles exchanged whenever Embry and Quil do something embarrassing in front of the both of you.

It seemed as if the night was the longest night of your life, only occupied with listening to others’ stories and Taehyung sipping a punch from his red cup. He had asked a few questions to keep things interesting, but it was hard to keep the mood flowing. You had asked about his hobbies and all the boring stuff you could think of, and surprisingly he would reply with enthusiasm like he have always wanted to be asked those questions. This makes you more curious how his daily life goes, how many people does he actually talk to.

When the hand of the clock drops at ten, you were just patiently waiting for Sylvia to get on her feet and cut the conversation with the others but she seemed to have consumed more alcohol than she could tolerate and the next thing you knew she was laughing like a maniac. You were stuck in a loop circle of smiling so thinly to everyone you get eye contact with.

You distract yourself with admiring the intricate designs of Taehyung's small home, and the thought of a young Taehyung growing up in where you're sitting currently makes your heart jolt. It's uplifting seeing his pictures on the wall, but there was a difference between his smile before and his smile now. One can easily tell which was more true. You had no clue what it's like to be his kind, hell even now you still can't believe what he is. But it sure shows in the way he had changed judging from the innocent photos that hang on the wooden walls. You've never known him since then, yet you wanted to restore this angel-being beaming at the sight of a camera who now hates being in photos because he thinks he's some sort of a monster.

You wanted to ask him about the pictures, the one where he was wearing a towel with a headband, the one where he was framing his face. All of them speak some kind of connection with you, maybe it's your love for photography that makes you feel this way, but innocence is one of the hardest thing to lay your lenses on.

Then you finally got it. What your professor was talking about, drawing something intangible to your camera. This is what he meant. Your gallery is only filled with landscapes, mostly the aesthetic of architecture and nature. Taehyung is what you needed to change the mood of your photos, not the weather, not the dark ambience of Forks, but his story. If only there's a chance for you to grasp his mystery in a single picture, his adventurous smile in one flash.

A pang of pain in your forehead pulls you back into reality, and the lights that stood above you only made it worse. You needed to leave immediately before the pain has you grunting. Welcomed with a wrapping breeze, you brace yourself and regret wearing the dress Sylvia begged you to wear. She said it was her favorite when she was your age, a Prussian blue dress that stops before your knees with tulle around the hem and a lighter blue ribbon on the chest.

Of course Taehyung who sits beside you would notice your leaving, and before you can inhale the fresh air from the porch, he was already asking what's wrong.

"I don't feel so good. I think I'm gonna have to go home alone since Sylvia's still occupied," you said, pushing on your temples with your thumb and middle finger.

"I can drive you home. I don't think they'd notice that we left, they're all pretty wasted." He chuckles, complementing the high tones of the strong wind that travels past your bodies.

"I'm really sorry. I'm being rude, I mean this is your party... your birthday party and you're going to drive me home."

He places the sippy cup on a coffee table near the entrance, and he was palming his pocket to reach for his keys.

"It's fine, y/n. The party's been dead four hours ago and I can't send you home alone. Do you have the house key or should I go back inside and ask Sylvia for it?"

"She gave me a duplicate. I think it's best we go now. My head's really killing me."

It was unusual, headaches. They rarely come to you since you monitor your phone usage and water intake. You hate getting them because you hated taking meds for it, and you just hoped Sylvia would have a stock of it. Your fingers have been roaming your forehead for a while yet you can't seem to navigate where the pain is, where it's beating. It would be better if you could massage it along the ride but you were struggling to even keep your fingers raised.

Taehyung stops the car in the middle of somewhere as you are hitting your head continuously on the head rest. It was quiet, a deafening silence that rang your ears that brought you to open your eyes. Taehyung wasn't in his seat anymore, only fog filling for his place crawling under your skin.

There was your breathing, crickets, and rustles of trees that travel the air. You weren't sure how to react but one was definite, you were scared. The hand resting on your thigh turning white and wet, breathing faster and heavier as the air seems to be corrupted with toxic poison that does nothing but suffocate you.

Don't get out of the car, don't get out of the car, you chant internally hoping it will help your situation.

"Hello, dear," a slinky voice says through the window, almost similar to the man— vampire from yesterday. Could it be? Could there be more? "Don't make me wait, dear. Open the door and make this easy for the both of us, hm?"

It sounds the exact same as the accent the man had with an alluring tone that draws you to open the door. However, it wasn't just her tempting attempt into convincing you to endanger yourself, the pain in your head inflates as you try to control yourself.

"You want it hard, my dear?" She smirks, you weren't sure but you hear the spread of the corner of her lips.

Then she was in front of the headlights, filled with rage, her eyes dark and dangerous as she showed her predacious teeth. From here, you can feel the vibration of her anger as if she had the ability to let you feel all the harnessed emotions inside her. You can count them one by one: anger, vengeance, and the feeling you get before success. None of them were positive emotions, none of them was mercy. She came here to accomplish one thing.

Your death.

Finally understanding it, inside her browbeating eyes were agony and mourning. She was here to avenge the death of the vampire that Taehyung had killed. She was as beautiful, as seductive with her pale skin and ruby lips, curly strawberry blonde hair that flows until her shoulders.

You discovered that there was a split second of slow agonizing memory of your life before it's taken, and you wished there was none. She runs towards you, careless whether she bashes her head into the glass. She takes your neck, her fingers poking specifically at the sides and right before you can regain your breath your eyes open.

Gasping and catching air, awakening in the seat with Taehyung by your side who drives in silence as Midnight Rambler by The Rolling Stones plays from his rusty stereo.

So if you ever meet the midnight rambler

I'm coming down your marble hall

Well, he's pouncing like a proud black panther

Well, you can say I, I told you so

He sits there, unaware of the chaos that repeats in your head. It all felt so real, the grasp on your neck that locks your throat, you could've sworn you've given your last breath. The pain had stopped, replaced by dizziness that you knew would pass as minutes go by. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Is there something on my face?"

You shake your head. "I didn't know I was staring."

That's right. You didn't know you were staring. There was so much comfort in knowing he never left, the heat of his presence brings you a feeling of security. It's okay now. Taehyung's still here. By your side.

Once reaching home, Taehyung does his best to assist you as though you were ill. It's cute how he acts that way, so careful, so gentle. Upon reaching your room, Taehyung stops before your bedroom door, almost waiting for an invitation.

"I should get going now. I'll tell Sylvia you felt sick." And before he could say good bye, you're already wrapping yourself in the blankets as he passively makes a step away from your door.

"Taehyung," you said, reaching out. "Thank you for today."

He doesn't turn back. "You're welcome. Also, thank you for coming."

A shiver spreads across your back when your lids start to fall, and your body jolts upwards. The beautiful woman from the early nightmare visits your mind again, her face inches from yours close to ripping it apart.

"Taehyung," you whispered, but he heard you within the thin walls of the lonely house. "Can you... stay for a sec? I... I had a nightmare earlier... felt so real. C-can you?"

He walks back, eyes landing everywhere except your body that waits for him on the bed. Is she serious? he thought as you opened the blankets for a space behind you.

"Until you fall asleep?"

You nod. He kicks off his shoes and he positions himself behind you, both of your breaths synchronizing as he lies down softly. You bury your cheek into the pillow when you feel his warmth wrap the room, the security coming back. You turn your head to see him watching you inches away, his hand keeping his head up as he rests his cheek against it. You take his free hand that lies on his right side, pulling it to your stomach requesting for him to scoot closer until his body brushes your back.

You can stay like this, for longer than you can imagine. Just the sounds of your breaths and the hums of his loud thumping heart that makes its way to your upper back, the release of breath from his nostrils that flies over your hair. Peaceful. Safe and sound.

In his embrace, you forget everything: the packing for Los Angeles, the fear of not getting into any university, the supernatural that you had discovered that you still cannot comprehend, the clouding fear that something is coming to get you. In his arm, it's like they never existed. The worries are nothing but disappearing sea foams, a water in heat that evaporates into thin air.

You enclose the hold in Taehyung's hand above your stomach, intertwining them for ease. Falling back into his embrace, he subtly moves away hoping you wouldn't notice. His warmth turning into heat, breathing ragged, hold on you tighter and stronger. Then you feel it, a gentle thrust behind you and he pretends to adjust position. He pulls you closer with the hand on your stomach and you sigh which caused a poking at your butt.

You may not be the smartest person on earth, but it doesn't take a book to know what it was. Taehyung murmurs an apology, his words passing by your neck which sends your stomach into a spiral. You rub your thighs together hoping to dissipate the throbbing in your core, not now.

Not now that Taehyung's beside you. Or maybe it should be now that Taehyung's beside you, you were open for a helping hand. His hand over your head tucks a strand of your hair, the finger brushing on your temple made your aching much harder to ignore. There would be no distraction, no having to worry about who will hear the both of you, for God's sake the house was built in the middle of nowhere, so you thought 'Fuck it.'

You tug his hand to the middle of your chest, to rest them between your breasts as your head turns to face him. He gulps, looking at you intently with lust hovering over his hooded eyes. You lean towards him, your lips reaching his and he pulls away for a second before diving back in. He had pillowy lips, and if it weren't for your hot need at the moment you would let your lips sleep on them for a longer while, but as of right now there are a lot of tensions that need handling.

You leave his hand on your chest while he's still shy to grope one of your breasts. Your hand then wrapping the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, he sighs. That sigh caused the aching to grow, shaking your behind to feel how needy he was and he sighs again. His hand that was on your chest now pushes below the curves of your breasts to pull you closer, to have more friction, to thrust into you.

Until he couldn't take it anymore, he wants you below him as much as you want him on top of you. He hovers above you, his knee swift in spreading your thighs open and he is bucking in a steady pace on your clothed entrance.

"Take me, Taehyung," you breathe the second he leaves your lips.

He takes it slow, burning your insides, as his fingers pull the bow on your chest, untying the effortless knot you had made in the mirror. Too slow to keep up with your throbbing heat, you trail his hand to open the loose front, exposing

your nude bra. His eyes are pinned on yours, and you would make quick glances at his moderate hand you're directing. You unclasp the front of your bra, and when he hears it setting on the bed, he kisses you as if asking if you were really sure. Beneath the feverish endless kiss were words of fear from him, what if he wasn't truly ready.

The last time he had experienced this was long ago, a time before he knew how dangerous he could be. Careless of what his hands could bring, when he hadn't given a single thought for any of his actions. Well, it was one time, only once with the first girl he had ever loved. And the first was always the quickest, but it was unforgettable, he had kept every detail of her daisy fresh skin remembered under his fingertips. The laughs they had shared in between, a significance of the innocence they were about to lose. His head loses in doubts, questions that can only be answered if he risks hurting you tonight.

Then you whisper, "It's okay, you're not going to hurt me." Because in your mind, that was the last thing in his abilities. You smile, "It's okay." Rubbing circles at the back of his trembling hand, his jaw clenches.

Once he had started kissing you again, you parted his lips with your tongue in which he had replied with a tender bite causing you to moan within your throat. This motivates him to grope your breast, aggressing as seconds pass by, pulling a nipple in between his fingers and you arch your back. You rest your feet on his back, synchronizing with the movement of his hips. You admire the way his head moves downward, stopping after every inch of your skin to place a soft kiss until he reaches your breasts to which he places a long stripe lick moving from one bud to another while his eyes remain on yours. He's going to be the death of you.

You pant, trying to reach his hips that came to a halt. His hands pushing the hem of your dress higher, stopping at the middle of your waist. And his evil slow hands, still taking his time, move behind your thighs to pull them away from his back and placing them on his shoulders as he gets comfortable right between them. With gaze pierced on yours, he flats his lips on your clothed slit, tracing the wet spot visible in your white underwear. The thought of you being almost naked underneath the dress ever since earlier brought Taehyung into insanity, he could've fucked you with his fingers on the couch, he could've removed them and left your pussy out in the open as he keeps it in his pocket, he could've done so many things if only he knew earlier how much you'd wanted him just the same.

You look at the empty ceiling, too affected by the darkness in his stare, you were scared you would cum too quickly if you remain watching. He pulls your garment upward to put his bare thumb against your clit, until you couldn't take it and you look down again to see him putting the said thumb in his mouth. Sweeter than the cranberry juice he'd been tolerating to drink, adding that to the list he could've done earlier while your panties were in his pocket; enjoying the sweet fervor of your cunt on his tongue. He plays at your clit, tongue curling to lap up the wetness that increases as his spit mixes in. He knows so well what he's doing, the fragile scoop of his bottom lip from your opening to your clit where he stops.

Everywhere around his lips glistens as the bright light from the hallway outside your room shines upon them. His hands still holding your thighs steady, he slips his tongue inside you which has you shaking and he had to adjust the control in his grip. Once they've settled, he puts his touch above your breasts, flicking both buds in each hand.

You were crumbling under him, desperate for release, grunting in a throaty voice as you tried to keep yourself together. Tears huddle in your eyes, blurring your vision until he stops, now smiling above you while he pulls your underwear away from your body. It doesn't take long for him to get naked and you take time to admire his build. His skin was made of honey, toned and reflective of the warmth he emits. His cock slapping his tummy before he could fully get out of his tight boxers, his tip reaching his button.

He returns to his position between your thighs but this time around he was the one to wrap your legs around his waist. His shaft falls between your slit and he makes subtle movements in burying himself between them.

"I just want to say," he began, "how amazing you are." A gravelly moan of your name escapes his lips as you take matters in your own hand, thumb going over the head of his cock while the rest of your fingers rest wraps his cock.

He thrusts into your hand. His face forming wrinkles, frustration painted across his face. Until he falls on both arms caging your head, bucking for more friction, enjoying the suppleness of your touch. He was groaning, panting, and making a mess of himself to which all echoes from one wall to another. You put a hand on his abdomen to break his movement. He obeys, feeling you part yourself for his cock, torturously slow in entering you.

You pull your hands to your sides, getting a hold of Taehyung's biceps. Opening your lids to watch his pupils dilate as he rams the rest of his length inside your beating entrance.

"Y/n," he groans, brow knotting together when you clench around him. He's going to fall apart, he thought. You wrap him tighter, letting go of yourself in ecstasy, careless whether you melt into the bed or break it, all is well as long as you're looking into his eyes.

He chants your name again and again in a symphony of continuous moaning, and all you could say is how good he sounds. A compilation of ah's and oh's whenever he reaches your spot, his head brushing against it and it felt like nothing but heaven. More, he wants more, if only he could fuck you endlessly he would. The bed hits the wall in coordination of his sharp thrusts, and he's losing himself in you he couldn't care less if he breaks the walls. In sync with the sounds he makes were your gasps and high-pitched whispers of his name that he can see himself in the near future thinking of them and fucking himself alone in his room as he recalls them.

"Tae— oh fuck, Taehyung," you cried out causing his cock to twitch inside you, you call out for more. His name and a couple of curses were the only words you could spew out. Trembling, you feel an explosion of euphoria inside you, letting go of the tight grip around Taehyung's arm.

With one last fluid thrust, he pulls himself out and spills himself on top of your stomach. Both of your breathing slows until they were no longer audible. He rolls to his back beside you waiting to cool down and you take care of yourself by wiping his cum away with the tissue from the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, I made a mess," he says, breaking silence.

You didn't reply, instead you lie on your side to face him and wrap his cock in your warm hand. His cock still hard and wet under your touch, he breathes out a long sigh. "I made a mess of you too."

He chuckles before placing one last kiss on your forehead, and you watch him fall into his dreams. You shut the door, thankful Sylvia didn't come home during the circumstances earlier. You make a note not to leave it open next time.

Next time? Were you actually hoping for a next time? It's not long until you're leaving. Forks is not your home. Your home is on the other side of the country, and everything you grew up with awaits there. Forks is not your home, you tell yourself. The night grows along with your need for sleep, falling onto Taehyung's chest and getting lost in a slumber. You wake to Sylvia opening the door, an indication of her coming home, and you fall asleep again.

The next time you wake up, the sun shining alight from the windows to your eyes, Taehyung was sitting at the end of the bed fully clothed. His head turns slightly, feeling the sense of your waking.

"Y/n, there's not just one who wants to kill you," he says but you couldn't make out a single word, "there's a whole coven of them."

a/n: happy new year! pls dont take the bella comment seriously. also team jacob ftw!!! also appreciate my banner work owo.this is my first descriptive smut like i actually write them having sex idk i hope yall like it tho :* i love y’all! 

[mariesocuniverse]

Relationships: WayV

MaeKun

if it werent for the the laws of ncity he wouldve asked her to join wayv and stay in their dorms

Since they don’t live together or are part of the same unit they don’t really spend a lot of time together but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t want to be with Mae

Large parent/protective older brother energy

not as protective as 127 hyungs but you know

Yeah she’s a menace when she teams up with other WayV members but she doesn’t clown him as much as they do it’s cause she saves that energy for doyoung lmao

mae claims she visits the wayv dorm for him but he’s 50% sure she’s just there for the animals

the other 50% is because she wants him to cook for her which he does even if she doesnt ask

hes like those parents who insist on giving you leftovers to bring home to your family

he taught her to do magic tricks bc she was insistent on wanting to learn at least one

okay but honestly she thinks he really cool despite all the clowning she does to him

like singing? dancing? cooking? visual? magic? and he can fly a plane????

one of the reasons she has high standards ngl

MaeTen

ten has unofficially adopted her whether people like it or not

he has fought with taeyong and doyoung about it she is his baby

if mark and johnny are his brothers, mae is basically his younger sister

if you look at his photo gallery he has a folder dedicated to mae and mae only

any photo or video of them together is basically ten clinging to her like a koala

he looks at her like she put all the stars in the sky but the same goes for mae

she has admitted in an interview that ten is one of her role models because of his talent and work ethic

whenever she needs help with dancing he’s one of the first people she asks

xiaojun once asked him who’s his favorite between yangyang and mae and you could see him malfunction for like six seconds before jokingly scolding him

“yah how could you ask me that type of question?”

fun fact! ten was the person she asked to go with her when she got her first tattoo!

he arranged the appointment at the place where he got his and held her hand when she was getting it

Lowkey considered getting matching tattoos but never really took the time to think of what tattoos they’d get

MaeWin

another top ship among czennies

these two are so soft for each other omg

just one glance at the two and you’re already melting

You can see Yuta screaming about MaeWin whenever the group is together and they’re interacting

And if you can’t see it you’ll probably hear it

MaeWin: casually talking

Yuta: is this what heaven looks like

MaeWinMark is just yuta’s weakness and he doesn’t even bother to hide it

Okay back to MaeWin before I get ahead of myself and make an entire post about Yuta and MaeWinMark

If they’re gathered in a large group their interactions aren’t really noticeable unless you’re actively looking for it

While the others are talking you can just see Mae playing with his hands or winwin giving her a soft smile while patting her head

They talk more when they’re either in a small group or just the two of them

MaeWin shippers were devastated when they got separated so when nct 2020 happened they went feral

Every once in a while they go out for hotpot and talk about what has been going on

LuMae

this man right here

they first met when she was visiting NCT U dance practice for BOSS with food and she heard him from the hallway

its one of the reasons why she wasn’t intimidated by him even though hes a giant

she was excited to see what kind of energy and personality he would bring to nct

and she was not disappointed at all

personal hype man

whenever they’re on a variety show together and mae is asked to do something he just yells “FIGHT HAEYADWAE”

of course the same goes for mae but less loud bc last time she kept yelling she lost her voice and couldnt talk for the rest of the show

He just has this energy where if he’s hyped up about something she feels energized to be hyped up well so you just hear the both of them cheering loudly

its always interesting to see because you just see a gentle giant cheering loudly with this smol girl next to him trying to match his energy

he always makes sure she’s comfortable when they’re at a schedule

like we know how he’s really silly on camera but he’s also very observant and caring

one time mae complained about how her feet hurt from the heels she was wearing so he just picked her up bridal style and walked to the van without a word

XiaoMae

They’ve heard abt each other from Kun and ten and greeted each other when they passed by each other in the halls but they never really had a chance to grow close until nct 2020 happened

Mae wasn’t in the Make a Wish unit so there weren’t a lot of chances to get to know each other while promoting either but it doesn’t mean they’re not friends

ten also hogs her attention when she visits the wayv dorms but we dont talk about that

these two arent as close as the others but not to the point where they actively avoid each other

whenever they’re together they just vibe

theres no awkward silence or small talk they just talk about random stuff

“no lucas, i dont hate xiaojun hyung we just dont hang out as often as we do”

“yes hendery we do have each other’s numbers we just don’t talk often”

WayV is lowkey tempted to lock the two of them in a practice room together and do a vlive to see what’ll happen

prime candidates for “It’s Awkward but It’s Okay”

their dynamic is kinda DoRen where they pretend to be awkward around each other as a joke

like they went out together once and everyone as excited bc omg they were interacting

XiaoMae shippers are starved for content and will accept any crumbs that come their way

HenMae

the duo people didnt know they needed until they met

its not like people didnt want them to become friends its just that theyre energies match well

these two are such a vibe

you know how there are ppl who don’t see for long periods of times but you still want tackle them in a hug whenever you meet? yeah its like that

kun sometimes wants to separate the two bc of how much chaos they cause together

they’re the duo where they think something is a good idea at the time but ends up as something bad at the end

kun has banned the two from the kitchen bc of a fire they started

HenMae shippers are thriving because of all the stories of the dumb shit they’ve done

lowkey considered doing a series together on nct daily but then the channel stopped uploading vids so it was never mentioned again

one time he was on call with his sister when she walked in and accidentally mistook her as his gf and now they jokingly have each other as bf and gf in their phone contacts

ten nearly had a heart attack when he saw the contact name pop up and mae picked up the call

 yangyang has the whole thing recorded on his phone and refuses to delete it

MaeYang

(A/N everytime i see this gif i need a moment to pause and try and remember my ideas cause my head goes empty when it comes to yangyang)

okay if HenMae are chaotic, MaeYang are worse

kun doesnt need to dye his hair gray bc of all the stress these two cause him

czennies thought they didnt interact much bc of different schedules and groups but once nct world happened they changed their minds

MaeYang slowly climbing up the ranks of nct ships

during one of his lives yangyang mentioned how he spoke a lot with mae and that she wanted to add him to the 00liner gc

czennies lost it that day bc 1) holy shit theres a 00liners gc and 2) why tf hasnt yangyang been added into it yet

insists that she calls him oppa/hyung even though theres only a one month difference between them

Mae and Yangyang: whispering in the corner of the room

kun: theyre either talking shit about someone or world domination and i cant tell whats worse

he tried teaching her some german once and she now knows like three sentences

“Hallo, Ich bin Mae. Was geht ab? Mir geht’s gut.” (A/N this is the outcome of my three years of german lessons everyone)

and basically all the swear words but we dont need to talk about that

haechan jokes that he’s stealing mae away from the dreamies so he wont be the maknae in wayv 

[anothertimdrakestan]

hello please may i request the batboys proposing to their s/o 🥺 those marriage hcs were real cute and they just got me thinking u know. thank u 🖤

How The Batfam Prosposes To Their S/O HC

ofc! thank you! check out the marriage hc HERE! this req is beyond adorable and i tried to live up to the cuteness 🥰

Dick Grayson:

- dick would be SO EXTRA dude

- he'd get all your loved ones, family, friends etc and bundle up his whole family and have them waiting to suprise you

- he seems like a proposing on your anniversary so you don't expect it guys

- if you're down for slightly public stuff he'd take you to a theme park like disneyland and you'd both spend the day with your loved ones watching tim and dami bicker over the fastest way to get to the most rides or your best friend totally simping over jason and him flirting like a motherfucker, hand in hand with dick, just happy that there's finally a perfect day where everyone is together

- imagine going up on a huge rollercoaster and dick whispering all his favorite moments with you as the cart ticks up a massive hill

- then right before the drop, dick turns to you, "what i'm really asking is: marry me y/n" and the ride drops, you screaming yes as you zoom down the massive hill and do loop de loops, your happy tears flying all over the place

- the picture they take when you drop shows you cry-screaming while dick grins like an idiot

- getting off the ride dick's brothers and your loved ones are bouncing off the walls "WHAT DID YOU SAY" y/b/f screeched as soon as you come out from the ride

- with one hand you held up the printed picture of you screaming with "she said yes!" written on the top and with the other hand you held up a brand new, gorgeous ring siting snuggly on your finger

- the rest of the day is spent hand in hand with dick, you keep walking around saying "look how pretty my ring looks next to this!" or "WAIT LET ME TAKE A PICTURE WITH MY HAND OUT" and you both get tons of adorable candid photos with various disneyland/theme parks places and items that you'll be treasuring forever

Jason Todd:

- texting jason that your boss suprisingly let your team off work a couple hours early you both made plans to meet at home for dinner together and a night in, a rarity recently with how busy you were finishing school and having a job while he had red hood duties

- coming back to your shared home there were rose petals trailing you into your bedroom, and a huge paper screen blocking you from seeing the kitchen or your dining room, but you wanted to let jason have his fun so you followed the petals

- on your bed was the outfit that makes you feel like a hot bitch and a note saying "hey angel, put this on then open the laptop" and you complied

- as soon as you put in your login a video titled "to the love of my life" which was pretty sappy for jason, but you clicked anyway

- a roughly edited video shows jason sitting down, his cheeks slightly tear stained as he says "y/n i've loved you with everything and more, more than i ever knew was possible. you taught me i deserved to be loved and you showed me how to live life to the fullest" as he continued you felt tears start to brim, jason was always more of an actions guy so these words meant everything to you

- the video was so intensely personal it had you openly crying at the end when jason smiled at the camera "hey love, you're probably crying right now - i know that because i love you beautiful. so, care to come back outside now?" the video ended and you got up, realizing what was about to happen

- at the end of your hallway was jason, dressed in a suit, his cheeks stained with tears like yours, holding out his hand for you

- trying not to fall apart you stumbled into his embrace while he kissed your head, pushing you back slightly to get on one knee with a cheesy grin

- "i didn't think i'd ever get to do this, you know i always think in the negative, but with you everything is good. so be my good, forever. be my better half, my favorite thing, my home, my girl, forever. marry me y/n" unable to speak through all the flooding emotions you just nodded, letting out an excited squeak as jason grabbed your hand, sliding a ring on the finger

- leading you into the dining room jason had whipped out his expert chef skills and made an amazing dinner, and the two of you spent the night reminiscing on old memories, hoping for amazing future moments, and just relaxing in each other's embrace

Tim Drake:

- tim is not smooth let's be real, and when you've been with him for all those years he physically cannot keep a secret from you so you knew something was up when he actually set aside 5 hours for a date night, uninterrupted

- it took about 3 tries to get dick to break and admit tim was planning on proposing that night, you expected it soon, neither of you were big on suprise public moments and were super open in communicating and had both agreed that this year was the best to finally get engaged, tim always wanted to make you feel safe and this would be no different so you weren't worried

- taking careful notice to apply only waterproof mascara you were ready for a tear filled night with the love of your life

- during the fancy dinner you were jittery and excited waiting for a ring in your pasta or a note under your napkin, but nothing, and tim was acting normal as ever, making you think he'd aborted the mission

- it was always fun having a private dinner with tim, he loved to rent out the roof of gotham building and gettting a private dinner served on top of the world, making you feel like the only person in the world

- as you finished cracking jokes, telling stories, and overall just loving each other's presence you got up and went to head down when tim grabbed your hand, pulling you into a hug whispering "ready for a little suprise my love?" while your breath caught in your chest as almost on cue a helicopter landed on the other side of the top of the building

- wind whipping around tim kept your hand in his, helping you in and securing you, putting on your headset and giving your cheek a quick peck 

- as the helicopter took off you saw gotham from god's eye view, watching as it got smaller, melting into the last few rays of sunlight, tim gave your hand a squeeze as he said "the view's almost as pretty as you y'know" with your favorite cheesy grin

- as the helicopter turned giving you a perfect view of the setting sun tim began his speech, pulling your hands into his, "y/n through every up and down you've been there, i always thought i wasn't wanted until i met you and i can never repay you for everything you've taught me, i'd give you the world if i could, but i think the next best thing is giving you me. in every moment i promise to be yours, your sidekick, your partner in crime, your secret keeper, and your lover. i will always be yours, no matter what. and tonight i'm asking you to be mine, will you marry me y/n?"

- you nodded vigorously as tim pulled out a velvet box, opening to take out a beautiful ring, slipping it on your finger while you pushed away tears

- the helicopter dropped you both off outside of gotham at one of jason's safe houses that tim had transformed into a little one night home, and it was far enough outside of gotham that you could see the stars, laying on the roof as tim listed off various constellations and you both whispered about your future together, hand in hand with your other half for the rest of your life

Damian Wayne:

- when damian told dick his plan to just ask you to marry him during patrol he got a whole lecture about the importance of making it a memorable moment and blah blah blah so damian really wanted to live up to this "life changing moment" where he's not even marrying you just asking you as if after all these years you'd suddenly say no

- so that's how you ended up packed into one of bruce's cars with titus and damiwn driving to a supposedly beautiful hiking trail

- you were genuinely concerned for damians mental health because every time there was traffic or titus needing a rest stop he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel

- once there the hike was serene, the three of you trekking up a beautiful mountain surrounded by the fresh air

- during a particularly sweaty patch you lazily took off your shirt, hoping to get a little cooler, you normally trained in a sports bra and leggings anyway so it wasn't weird until damian refused to take his shirt off too. as you and titus sprinted forwards you teased dami "love bird i can see you sweating cmon!" but he continued to refuse and you let it go

- you'd both slowed down to a walking pace as you rounded to the top of the mountain, the view was beyond beautiful and you plopped down on the crest of the mountain, using damians lap as a pillow while titus sprawled across the both of you

- as damian mindlessly played with your hair, lightly tugging it as he stayed deep in thought you took a moment to really appriciate your boyfriend

- he's eyes shone and his jawline was slightly hardened in a way that shows he was busy in thought, your eyes traced down from his perfect lips to his neck, where you noticed a thin white string hanging around his neck slipping down behind his shirt. without thinking, and before dami could react, you tugged the string out of his shirt, a golden band with a perfect diamond met your eyes before damian could stop you from seeing it

- "d-damian is that what i think it is" you whispered, sitting up to face him while he blushed

- "beloved, i was trying to think of the words to say but you're always three steps ahead of me aren't you" he whispered, untying the string with ease and slipping the ring off of the string, he stared at the ring unable to make eye contact with you "everything i do is for you my love, and though i don't quite understand why cementing it in the eyes of a government is important, if it means i can love you for my entire life i will do anything. so please my love, my best friend, my favorite girl, marry me beloved" he finished, swallowing harshly to fight back the rogue feeling to cry

- you did not hold back. letting tears slip out while he put the ring on your finger you flung yourself into his arms and he relaxed in your embrace, titus beginning to lick your face clearing the tears while you giggled, truly on top of the world with damian, forever and always

a/n: these all got so sappy ahcowkfjr i'm such a fluff monster omg... anyways! i tried to keep them fun and interesting but i definitely air with damian on the side of thinking proposals are slightly overhyped and as an anxious bean i already get scared at the idea of everyone looking at you no matter how in love you are haha so all the proposals were kinda personal i hope that's okay lolzzz anywho! love you hope you enjoyed!

[theogygiaisland]

The Crimson Trace [4/26]

Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne

Warnings: Teen (13+)

Categories: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mystery

Words: 3,138 words

Read on: AO3 (<<prev | next>>)

Bruce eyes his phone as it pings in quick succession. Since he was technically working (ie signing the green highlights Lucius generously told him to), there shouldn’t have been any chimes coming from the device short of family or JL responsibilities. From the lack of immediate calls, it would probably just be his kids chatting about– that or Hal Jordan’s flooding the JLA group chat despite being told to not to. Again.

They really should enforce the rules in the next meeting. When Bruce isn’t preoccupied eyeing Zatanna or vibe or Booster Gold to ask his questions like the last time.

So much for being the leader, he thinks, but this is why he’s asked Diana and Clark to step up while he manages Gotham-problems.

PING!

If this was Hal, Diana and Clark will certainly be emailed leadership Wikihows. Again.

PING!

With a smile, he opens the notifications that come from his kids and not pesky coworkers who have nothing better to do (We know you’re on your break Barry but no one here even has TikTok). Bruce opens the family group chat and starts from where he’s left off.

Since he was catching up with WE work, he opted not to join the kids in their outing to Gotham proper. Dick just laughed at his excuses before dragging his brothers down and into the garage with the promises of take out. Cass, his sweet child, noted him eyeing the fidgety younger boys and at least hugged him before trailing behind with a quick promise of ‘we’ll be good’. She probably took the opportunity to lag behind in case someone makes a break for it and ditch the group. There was only some light grumbling from Damian (probably just to save face) and Tim (who was threatening something about hacking...bubble pop?), but it looks like they were at least not that eager to ditch their siblings.

He doesn’t recall when Tim suddenly decided to actively join his children in anything that wasn’t required by Alfred or out of happenstance– and even those were ditched the moment they took their eyes off of him. Moreso, Bruce was surprised the teen didn’t seem to be minding Dick leading him with an arm thrown on his shoulders and Damian walking inside his personal space. This was the most alive he’s seen his kids in weeks, no dancing around each other, no moping, and definitely no weapons drawn (at the very least pointed at eachother within Bruce’ or Alfred’ eyesight)- which in itself is considered a win.

Besides, Bruce thought it would be good for them to have time to themselves without (responsible) adult supervision.

Dick was sending pictures from when they got Batburgers almost two hours ago, getting candid photos of Tim hesitantly smiling as Damian reaches over the passenger seat to a defensive Cass who’s holding the aux cord far away from him in the car and a hand on his face.

‘d wanted to play acdc i cant believ T AGREES wit him’ is the caption from Dick.

‘Of all the days finals happened grrrrrrr at least @DTSig’s missing out with me 🤪’ Steph replied.

‘💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖’

‘Awwwwww thanks cassie🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺’

Another photo is a selfie of Dick and Damian as in the line for their orders, Damian scowling at the camera while Dick leans in with an arm on the shorter boy’s head. Bruce thinks he could frame that in the den.

‘aaaawwwwwww 🥺 🥺 its his grumpy happy face awwwwwww 😭’ Steph chats below it.

‘I hope you get a Red Hood toy you gremlin 😏’ Jason says.

‘d says he’s already got 2.’

‘I said what I said’

There was one with a picture of Damian grumpily eating a fry while looking like he’s burning holes into a Robin action figure. The hood of the toy already had ketchup on it from where Damian might have already tried to put it on. Bruce thinks he might also frame that in his personal study.

The next photo was a photo of a bitten burger.

‘wish u were here @JayHood!’

Underneath it was Jason’s response, which was just a picture of his fist with a middle finger up.

‘Language 💖😡😡😡😡💖’ Cass typed out.

Bruce laughs, feeling like somehow, someway, they’re going to be okay. His family’s cracked around the edges, but they endure; even with Tim’s momentary addition. They always endure.

--

Before dinner and definitely after managing the bullshit that was the marketing yearly report (No Debbie, we will not increase expenditure by 22% just for social media), Bruce gives up and decides to might as well start with Batman Inc. There was a new homicide case from the night where they arrested Joker with a peculiar death that’s been confusing the GCPD. A man named Von Derm, 60 years old, father and heir to the Von Derm legacy, apparently committed suicide in his Diamond District penthouse. There was something peculiar about the way he held his gun up to do the deed– something even Commissioner Gordon picks up and sent over to Oracle, which Babs immediately flagged to Batman as the three main suspects– the wife, the housemaid and the plumber– are to be released from custody despite Commissioner’s protests. She tagged it as a homicide, and judging from the crime scene photos, Bruce would agree.

It was only a matter of proving how– and who did it.

A time bound case for Batman– just what he needs in order to keep his mind away from more personal problems.

This is where Dick finds him, as the man strides into the cave with a greasy paper bag and the air of fried food.

“I brought gifts!”

“Dick, what are you wearing?”

The young man holds his hands outward and strikes a pose so Bruce can get a better angle of his shirt and looking like a stone caricature of a Greek sculpture. Muscles flexing, face tilted up in a smoulder.

All the while, Bruce tries to smother the pinched look on his face. “Like it? I found it in my closet cause Damian got ketchup on the other shirt.” Dick places the bag on the Batcomputer’s table.

“It looks several sizes too small.”

“Pfft. Come off it B. This is how Wonder Woman dresses up, muscles of Truth and Justice!” Dick laughs, carefree and honest.

“Pretty sure that’s a Wondergril tank top, son.”

“Whatever– I don’t think Cassie would mind. The little junior Titans are always up for antics like these back at their base.”

“Did you steal that from the Teen Titan’s base? Please tell me you didn’t steal it from a teenage girl. Dick, we’re literal billionaires.”

Dick laughs and the sound bounces around in the cave. “You have no proof!”

“Guess I don’t.” Bruce’s face twitches as he feels a twinge of fondness for his oldest ward as Dick fiddles with the hem of his Wonder Girl tank top. “So how’s the trip?”

“It’s all good.” Dick says and Bruce’s light mood goes sour. The way he said it, with an air of nonchalance, means it was definitely not all good. “We got burgers but– hey did you know the Question is operating in Gotham recently?”

“Vic? Vic Sage?”

“Yep.” Dick looks at the screen. “What’cha got there, B?”

“Homicide.” Bruce manages to sound stoic. “But you’re no good at changing topics, son. What happened?”

Dick sighs. “Nothing really. We got batburgers, but apparently Vic managed to get an audience with Tim while we were in line. Cass mentioned the guy was being all cryptic and she didn’t follow the conversation much. Not much to read off of the guy either, just that he’s…waiting? I don’t know. And Tim– Tim closed off again.”

Bruce frowns at this. If it really was the Question, there was something big about to go down in Gotham. The Question rarely operated outside of Hub City, but the last time he was in Batman’s radar, the Question removed the bat icon on the Bat signal and replaced it with his own signature question mark.

To be fair, that period in his life was kind of blurry, with world-ending crises popping left and right, but he was certain that he had made it clear to the guy that he didn’t appreciate it.

Dick clears his throat to get Bruce out of his head.

“So...I talked to Wally today. Regarding our guest upstairs.” He begins casually, leaning on the desk, eyes trained on the frayed edges of the string. “And he’s not saying there’s no reason to believe this isn’t a timeline alter, but the most glaring fact opposed to it is--”

“He’s not a conduit.”

Dick nods in affirmation. “He’s not a conduit to the Speedforce.”

“I hear a ‘but’ in that sentence.”

“All recorded conduits have always been Speedsters. They access enough kinetic energy to access the Speedforce and the Speedforce accesses the timestream. That’s what we have in the file. No non-Speeders can access the Speedforce. No Speeders, no possible timeline alters via Speedforce.”

“But that doesn’t mean the timestream can’t be accessed.”

Dick bites his lips, his fingers stilling the ministrations on his shirt, and Bruce has a faint idea that he’s choosing his next words properly. The young man looks him straight in the eye.

“If you work it mathematically, it sounds like if a is equal to b and b is equal to c, you’d assume a is equal to c right?” Bruce nods slowly. “But Wally mentioned that, what if, b can lead you to c, but c can’t lead you to b?”

“He’s saying there are alternative ways to access the timestream without using the Speedforce.” Bruce pauses. “It’s possible. But then it would mean--”

Dick’s face is grave. “Omega beams, Bruce.”

Bruce’s frown cannot go any deeper because he can’t accept this. No, not possible. Tim was from an alternate universe. There’d be imprints if he were. If he wasn’t, there’d be repercussions and he would be dead than someone who’s walking the halls of the manor very much alive. He knows because he’s fought Darkseid himself.

“He’s up there holed up in his room the moment we went home.”

He finds that he has no other words to share and neither does Dick, letting the silence envelop them and the smell of the greasy fast food now smells a little rancid.

--

Bruce knocks on the door.

“Who is it!?”

“It’s Bruce.”

“Oh. Come in!”

Bruce opens the door and pauses in the threshold as he observes Tim working in his room, writing hunched over his desk with multiple pictures from case file pictures opened. He’s only 17, and Bruce is not a ‘physical touching’ love language kind of guy like Dick or Cass, but wants to wrap his arms around the boy like it somehow fixes things because Bruce is still struggling after today’s revelations and he doesn’t know how to fix whatever this is. But he knows the teen won’t allow it. Or he’s not used to receiving comforting touches from other people aside from Dick and Cass-- Bruce’s shoulder squeezes alone varied from well received to flinching, and that thought alone makes him want to vomit at the implication.

He apparently raised this boy.

“Got a minute Tim?”

Tim hums, eyes flickering on the pages laid in front of him. “Yeah sure.”

He lets the silence still for a minute, but Tim doesn’t look up from his work. Tim barely acknowledges him as he continues to write something. “How was I as a father to you?”

“You were fine. I handled it.”

Bruce did not need any more confirmation that this was actually not fine. What child receives parental guidance and describes it as them handling it? So he persists in a tone he’s used on multiple of his children. Safe, unaccusing.

“I’m not saying you can’t. I just want to know, champ.”

“It’s fine. You were at least there versus my actual parents-- or at least there for things that matter. When I got dad back, he tried, but he wasn’t really in tip-top shape to do anything outside of the house before he followed mom into the afterlife.”

And wasn’t that a loaded statement. Bruce puts a pin on that for a later conversation.

“Tim.”

“B.”

“I’ve been asking around in the league about sending you back…” He begins, although he feels way out of his league here-- and he was freaking Batman. “I-- I’ve already been talking to Zatanna and Vibe on how we might bring you back. It might take a while but the initial word is that it’s going to take at least 3 months.”

No response, Tim merely flicks to another photograph.

“But Tim, I want you to know I’m not sending you back because you’re not wanted here right? It’s still 3 months away, while you’re here, you are still under my protection. You can still be family even for just a bit.”

Tim merely hums distractedly.

“Tim? Can you hear me? Look, chum, I need to know something.” Bruce begins. “Would it-- would you be okay to be back there? I need to know you’re safe.”

Tim freezes on his seat, pen scratching on the paper as he suddenly stops writing. “Sending me back– safe. What?”

“I don’t mean to intrude chum, I just want to know you’re safe. If your homelife– if your Batman is not keeping you safe and well fed, I need to know.”

At the back of his head, he thinks he’s overstepped boundaries. Maybe Dick was right to suggest communications classes. Bruce watches as Tim mutters to himself furiously. He catches snippets of ‘Of course he doesn’t know’s and ‘Offering me to stay’s, but he doesn’t want to jump into conclusions unless Tim tells him what it is. He’s been on the wrong end of the conversation too many times to assume.

“And then what Bruce? You’re asking me to stay. Here.” The teen deadpans.

“I mean I’d like for you to stay here, but if you’d like another accommodation–”

“HA!” Tim laughs, voice raw and grim. The change of atmosphere was palpable. “That’s what you said before too!”

Bruce frowns. “Before?”

“Yes, before! When I became Robin for Batman, you always wanted to bring me home but I couldn’t. I had a house. I had my family. I wasn’t planning on being a vigilante forever. God I was so stupid to get my hopes up– I thought I could finally get a fresh start and belong.”

“I have no idea what you’re implying here.” Bruce says slowly, although a part of him, the one that’s angry and a parent and is goddamn loud is frowning at the situation. He knows he has to squish that feeling– too many confrontations with Dick and Jason starts with that curl of defensiveness and he’s not pushing any child of his away again.

The teen runs a hand through his hair and blows out a breath of frustration. “Who have you talked to about me?”

Bruce jogs his memory as to what Tim was talking about. “Only Cisco Romano and Zatanna know about you. Dick just got a hold on Wally today.”

“And what have you gotten?”

“Nothing much, just that it would take time to understand what happened-- with your situation we need all the data we could get-- and then we have to ask Midnighter or Booster Gold to build a machine... But if this is about sending you back-- we’re still trying. We won’t give up on you Tim” Tim shakes his head and Bruce-- Bruce doesn’t know what he’s feeling. “Tim, I don’t understand. Please, make me understand.”

“I don’t really want to go back, Bruce. Not to like back then. This is better. For everyone.” Tim whispers with a voice so small Bruce had to strain to hear it but the words hit him like a truck.

“Then don’t go back there.”

“This is different. You’re still thinking this is an alternate universe situation right? Like Superboy Prime or something?” Tim shakes his head again and raises his head to meet Bruce’s gaze. “I think you see it B. I know you do. You’re just too wrapped up in your guilt to acknowledge it.”

“What do you mean?” Bruce could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

“The evidence is all around! God I didn’t– I wished it was an alternative universe– but it’s all here. It’s always been here.”

Evidence? What the hell was he talking about?

“Think about it. The armor that conveniently fits. Oral antibiotics laying around just happens to be the same dosage I take for my asplenia. Access codes to the fucking Batcave that just weirdly work for me. We were looking at it all wrong Bruce.

“We kept looking for evidence of Tim Drake, but evidence of Red Robin was here all along.”

Bruce freezes as the world feels like it’s tilting on its axis, his stomach dropping. His mind was whirling around, thoughts screaming in his brain one after the other like a crescendo of waves.

But Tim’s voice-- his words-- it was enough to make his mind go overdrive on things he’s offhandedly explained away. The bo staff he has no recollection of having. Dick’s seemingly random assortment of younger superhero merchandise. Ordering a lot of blueberries despite Bruce the only one that would eat it willingly in this household for patrol snacking.

“Bruce-- I-- I’ve always been here.” No. No. No. NO. Bruce’s mind spins faster. He wanted to demand it to stop. It doesn’t.

Damian’s clinginess.

Cass knowing things she couldn’t have.

Jason’s investment over the kid’s passiveness to life.

…

Joker’s laughing threats.

“You see it now, did you?” Tim smiles at him, a small sad pull of his cheeks that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m not in an alternate universe Bruce. It’s me. I’m your Tim.”

Tim passes him a folder together with the list he’s been scribbling on when Bruce entered. When Bruce opens it, it drops pictures on to the floor, hand written notes at the back. A brief glance shows pictures of Batman, brooding with gargoyles, of Robin-- Jason’s Robin-- midswing with a grapple, or Barbara’s Batgirl flipping from a stumbling goon. Pictures of little things too, like unmarked notches on the Batcave where his children tracked their height.

“There’s also this– God I’m so stupid I didn’t check out my spare the first time I woke up. I thought– I really thought I had a new beginning, B.”

The teen holds out a costume from where he’s pulled it out from the closet. Something black and red, a cowl and a cape. Inside the box peeked yellow bandoliers that taunts Bruce in his shock.

In Tim’s messy scribbling and big bold letters is the word ‘IMPRINTS’

Oh…

Oh.

[itsbebachan]

Unfortunate Soul Chapter 4

Hello again my lovelies, I’m truly sorry for the wait. Covid has really made a mess out of the airline industry which has really affected my job. I haven’t been able to get as much time has I would have liked to write seeing as I had to get a second job to make up for not being able to fly as much. But like I have promised in the past I will finish this story. Thank you for all of those that have left comments, liked and have even subscribed to my story. You truly have no idea how happy you all have made me, it truly gives me inspiration knowing people out there like my work. So Thank You So Much, I will see you next time.

I woke to the chatter of voices. I looked around my small white wall room and realized that I was in the hospital. I could see my parents talking in soft voices about what had happened the day prior. I stayed very still, giving the illusion that I was still asleep. I need to hear their conversation; I wanted to know what it was all about. I looked around the room and saw a few files on my bedside table; I know that those must be my potential mates.

"This can't be happening, Toshi. Izuku had so many dreams that he wanted to accomplish. Katsuki took that away from him! I can't believe that Katsuki would do something like this. I should have tried harder when I spoke to Mitsuki, and maybe we could have come up with a better solution than Izuku having to go through this arranged marriage."

"Shota, having Katsuki marry Izuku would have been the ideal plan, but do you want our son to be with someone that clearly doesn't want him. He may go along with it if we force him. But in the long run, it would be very detrimental to Izku's mental and emotional health, and God only knows if that kid turns out to be a complete asshole and causes physical harm to our boy."

"But an arranged marriage, Toshi. Don't you think that's a little bit extreme? Shouldn't we at least let him find someone that would be right for him instead of choosing for him?"

"Sho, Honey. It's the best solution. We can't wait any longer. The doctor already told us that he is already at the end of this first trimester; he will start showing soon. We are running out of time; our society will not accept him otherwise."

"Dad, mom. I really don't mind seeing what will become of this arranged marriage."

At my words, they both stopped and stared at me. Confusion mirrored their faces. I continued and hoped that they wouldn't stop me in the middle of my sentence. "Look, I understand what has to happen. I truly am disappointed that I can't marry my child's father, but if he doesn't want us, then fuck him. I'm not going to raise my child with a man that hates us both. Yes, Katsuki is the love of my life, but I have to do what is best for my baby."

Following my words, my mom came to sit on the edge of my bed. "I'm so sorry, baby. I wish this were not happening to you. And if I could change it, you better believe that I would. I wish you would have come to us sooner, then maybe things could have been different."

I reached out my hand to hold his with a small smile on my face. "I know, mom, this is all my fault. You and dad are the most important people in my life, but I was so scared that you would hate me and abandon me. Can you ever forgive me for not coming to you first?"

"Zuku, my boy. You have nothing to be scared of, your mother and I will always love you. No matter what happens. We will figure things out." Dad said as he also made his way to my bed.

"Now, don't misunderstand. This situation is not what we dreamed for you and damn Katsuki. He will not get away without being made responsible. You can be sure about that; your mother already informed his parents that he would have to pay you child support, but we believe it is best if you find another mate. I'll be DAMNED if I let that son of a bitch hurt you again."

I smiled at my parents, knowing that everything they have done has been for my well-being, and I know deep down in my heart that they would always be there for me when I needed them. I sat a little bit straighter on my bed and looked at the stack of files on my nightside table, the thought of meeting a complete stranger made me nervous, but I know that there was no other way. Kacchan would never change his mind about us, and I was too scared to raise my kid alone. Reaching over, I pulled the files to my lap and grassed my fingers over the covers. In these files were the names and photos of my future husband. Having the flies so close truly made my situation feel extremely real. There was no turning back now.

"You don't have to go throw them right now, baby. Just rest for today. Will let you sleep, and we will be back later to take you home." With a kiss on my forehead, my mom started heading to the door. "Sleep, my boy. You still have plenty of time tomorrow to go through those. It's best to go into this with a clear head." My dad ruffled my hair and followed my mom out the door.

Sighing, I looked at the folders again; this was it. The moment my life would change. I wonder what my future husband would be like if he would be understanding of my situation. The thought of him not accepting my child was heartbreaking. But I knew I would do anything to protect my baby, even if it meant marrying a man that I did not love. Picking the top file and placing the other two on the nightstand, I open it to the first page. The guy in the photo was around my age, with lovely corn color hair and a babyface. His tiny blue eyes had a scene of adventure and fun. They grabbed my attention instantly, which made his smile appear like a ray of light. He looked very handsome in his white shirt and green pants uniform. He was handsome, indeed.

Name: Togata Mirio

Birthday July 15, 2516

Age: 19

Birthplace: Chiba Prefecture

Quirk: Permeation/Formally

Occupation: College Student at Tokyo U

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Food: Ramen

Hobbies: Comedy

He enjoys making people laugh and sees life as a beautiful adventure. He works part-time at an orphanage where he is well-loved.

With a small smile, I placed his file to the side and reached for the next one. Once I opened it, it blessed me with the most captivating face I have ever seen. He had a small smile on his face, but his beautiful blue and grey had so much sadness in them. It tugged at my heartstrings and made me want to know more about him. His beautiful white and red hair was unique in its beauty; it suited him well. The red mark around his left blue eye makes him intriguing and mysterious.

Name: Todoroki Shoto

Birthday: January 11, 2513

Age: 22

Birthplace: Musutafu

Quirk: Half Cold - Half Hot

Occupation: CEO Todoroki Industry

Favorite Color: Grey

Favorite Food: Cold Soba

Hobbies: Going to the gym and visiting his mother

He loves visiting his sick mother in a lovely home that was bought by him. He is a very loving and caring child and makes sure that his mother has everything he needs.

Knowing that he took such great care of his mother frankly spoke to my soul. I would do anything in my power for my mom, and it showed me that he had a kind soul. I reached for the last file, wondering what kind of man he would be. So far, I had two beautiful candidates, the anxiety that had been building over the past few days had started to lessen. Opening the last file, I see a man that was in desperate need of sleep. He reminded me of my mom with these heavy bags under his eyes. His dark purple eyes are so intense that it brought a shiver up my spine. He looks intimidating, giving off the impression that he has lived a hard life. His long tufts of indigo hair were messy and flaring out everywhere.

Name: Hitoshi Shinso

Birthday: July 1, 2512

Age: 22

Birthplace: Santana Prefecture

Quirk: Brainwashing

Occupation: Accountant for Angelic Hormonal Watch Monitor

Favorite Cool: Burgundy

Favorite food: Gyudon

Hobbies: Going for bicycle rides and playing with his cat named Mimi

He works very long hours as an accountant, which doesn't give him much free time. He enjoys going walking his cat Mimi in the park and going camping.

After reading his file, I understand why he looks so tired. I couldn't imagine being stuck in an office all day. Closing his file, I laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. Reading about these men had brought a little bit of hope into my heart. Being without Kacchan was killing me, the pain of his loss still too fresh, too new. But with time, I know that I could learn to like or even love one of my new suitors. Only time would tell.

That afternoon my parents came to pick me from the hospital. The weather outside was cloudy and cold in the autumn afternoon. The drive home was silent, which gave me plenty of time to let my mind wander. My mind was still reeling from the information I had read. They all seemed like good candidates. They all have something in common with me, Togata sharing my birthday or the fact that Hitoshi's love for cats just like me. The matchmaker listened to my mother's advice when it came to finding the right mate for me. The excitement of meeting them was overwhelming. My mom could see my excitement too. He turned around in his seat and asked if I was feeling well.

"Yeah, mom. I was just thinking about my suitors." At my words, his eyes widened, a small smile appeared on his face.

"So you read over their files. Is it worth getting to know them?" He asked me with pure curiosity. My dad was listening very intently for my answer.

"Of course, it is. Did you know that one of the guys shares my birthday? His name is Togata Mirio. He is 19, only a year older than me. He's a college student, but he works part-time at an orphanage. Then there is Todoroki Shoto, his 22 and is the CEO of the Todoroki Industry if I'm not mistaken, that's one of the largest computer companies in the world. The last guy reminds me of you, mom."

"How so, baby? He asked with a smile on his face, the look of confusion evident in his eyes.

"Well, he works as an accountant for dad's company, so he doesn't get much free time. His bags under his eyes can rival yours." I say, giddy. I was covering my mouth so I wouldn't laugh.

"I do not have bags under my eyes, young man." My comment on his beauty affronted him.

"Honey, it would help your health if you would take it easy once and a while. Zuku is just looking out for you." Dad tried to help but only got a nasty look from my mom.

"Nevermind all that, tell me more about this guy. What's his name?"

"His name is Hitoshi Shinso; he is 23. He loves going outdoors and has a cat named Mimi. If I were to be stuck in an office all day, I would love the outdoors too." I finished with a smile.

"That sounds fantastic, honey. The matchmaker sure picked out some quality candidates. I'm just a little concerned that two of them are a bit older than you."

"Sho, I'm three years older than you. What's the big deal?" He looks at my mom with a smile on his face. "It's not that different from us, and one of them is a CEO. You can't get a better mate than that." He turns his gaze back to the road; my mom gives up the argument. "All right, you win. I don't know why I even bother." Turning back around on his seat.

I start laughing at their antics. After all these years, the love they felt for each other was in every word they spoke. I wish that I could feel that way too. I look outside my window and see the city passing by; my thoughts on the man I love and the hurt I fell, knowing that he will never be mine. But there was hope, hope that one of these incredible men would fill my life with happiness, and after everything I have been through these past few weeks. I was looking forward to a new beginning.

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[kimannhart]

Tony sighed to himself as he checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes. His best friend, James (or Bucky if you were anyone besides Mrs. Barnes or Tony), was supposed to pick him up tonight. 

The two of them had this monthly tradition where they went to their local theater and watched the most terrible movie that was showing. Afterward, they would get burgers and shakes and their favorite hole-in-the-wall diner that was just a few minutes outside of their city, and talk trash about the movie. Finally, they would finish up their night by having a late night conversation in one of their favorite hidden spots around their city.

But it seems that James had forgotten about their plans. 

[Tony 06:42pm]: Are you on your way???

[James 06:43pm]: On my way for what?

[Tony 06:44pm]: Our monthly tradition

[James 06:45pm]: Oh fuck! 

[James 06:45pm]: I totally forgot. I’m so sorry, Tony

[James 06:46pm]: I would come and get ya right now, but I’m actually on a date right now

[James 06:46pm]: Let’s raincheck for next Saturday yeah?

[James 06:46pm]: Okay, gotta go before my date gets back from the bathroom

While it hurt Tony that James forgot about their monthly plans, it was okay... at least that’s what Tony tried to convince himself. 

~~

The following Saturday, James was again a no-show. Tony was about to text James where he was when his little sister Natasha and her girlfriend Sharon walked into the common room of their dorm. 

“What are you so bummed about?” Sharon asked when she spotted the look of dejection on his face. 

“Didn’t you have plans with Bucky today?” Natasha jumped in and questioned as she laid her feet onto Tony’s lap. 

Sharon’s brows furrowed. “You had plans with Bucky? Huh, that’s weird because I could’ve sworn he said he had a date today with the guy from his history class.” 

That was news to Tony. “D-date,” he stuttered out dejectedly. 

Sharon nodded, “Yeah, he’s been talking about it all week.”

“Oh,” and just like that, Tony’s felt a pain hit his heart. 

~~

When Tony questioned James about him not showing up, James apologized. He had said that he forgotten and had went out on a date. James then told Tony that he would make it up to him the following week. 

This time though, Tony knew better. 

So, when the following week came around and James was yet again a no-show, it was no surprise. 

~~

The more time went by, slowly the friendship between the two friends was crumbling. 

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself Tony,” Sam told him one night. 

“I know,” Tony admitted. 

Sam stared at Tony, his heart hurting for one of his best friends. “Did you ever tell Bucky that you’re in love with him?”

Tony shook his head. “I can’t do that. He’s in a relationship, it wouldn’t be right.” 

“So what?” Rhodey jumped into the conversation, “You’re just gonna let yourself suffer in silence?”

Tony shook his head once more. 

“What are you gonna do then?” Sam questioned. 

“I’m transferring schools,” Tony told them. “After this semester is over, I’m transferring to MIT.” 

The news brought silence from Sam and Rhodey. 

“Are... are you gonna tell Bucky?” Rhodey asked.

“I would but there’s no point, it’s not like he actually makes the time to talk or hang out with me anymore.”

~~

Winter break had finally arrived and Bucky couldn’t be more happier. He was finally back home, brought his new boyfriend to meet his family.

Though, the moment that Bucky plopped onto his bed, he noticed the framed photo of him and Tony. It was a candid photo his mother took of the two of them passed out and cuddling together on the couch. Seeing the photo made Bucky realize that he hasn’t spoken or seen Tony in a while and he missed him and shot him a text.

What Bucky wasn’t expecting was his message to fail to send. 

And when he called he most definitely wasn’t expecting to hear, “We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again.”

Confused, Bucky texted Sam.

[Bucky 03:32pm]: Did Tony change his number?

[Sam 03:22pm]: hello to u too

[Bucky 03:22pm]: Oh my God, fine. Hi Sam

[Bucky 03:23pm]: Now, did Tony change his number?

[Sam 03:23pm]: yup

[Bucky 03:23pm]: And he didn’t tell me?

[Sam 03:24pm]: lol 

[Bucky 03:24pm]: ????? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

[Sam 03:26pm]: i just find it very funny how you seem to remember tony now esp since you haven’t seemed to remember or care about for half of this year 

[Sam 03:26pm]: oh and don’t be surprised if you don’t see him on campus next semester

[Bucky 03:26pm]: Wait, what? Why?

[Bucky 03:41pm]: Sam? Helloooooo, answer me. 

[Bucky 03:59pm]: Sam! Please, tell me!

[Sam 04:07pm]: he’s transferring schools 

Bucky didn’t know why, but he could feel an ache in his chest when he read Sam’s last text.

~~

a/n: hmmmm i’m slowly starting to hate this but i already spent too much time writing it so here i am spitting this excerpt i will probably never finish into the void 

[retvenkos]

“you set my world on fire.”

OKAY, SO BEING MARRIED TO THE ONE AND ONLY SHREYA MISTRY HAS TO BE A WHIRLWIND THAT GOES SORT OF LIKE THIS...

so my first thought is that serene and sublime is vvv popular

she promotes it through her instattuned, so i hope you know she is trying out products on you all the time, and you are on her story 24/7

it’s vvv cute, though, because you will do q&a’s together and you just get to be that married couple™

zeph will always comment, saying that the two of you make him want to gag

i also believe full heartedly that shreya is the big on pda

and that definitely does not change when the two of you are married

she will kiss you wherever you go, whenever, for whatever reason

she’s very big on linking your arm in hers, too.

the two of you constantly have a hand on the other - it’s a silent way of letting each other know that you are still there, no matter what

i hope you know you definitely become that person who is vvv proud of your wife

“well, mY wIFe owns her own company....”

“My WifE was voted most influential person...”

“mY wiFe is giving a speech today...”

“tHaT’s mY WiFe!”

she loves it a whole lot, and the way she smiles when she hears you say that...

shreya is also vvv proud of you

she is constantly talking about whatever you are doing on her instattuned

and she also talks about you a lot with her parents

you definitely tease her about her “gushing” and she has some sassy comeback but you just shake your head and kiss her

and shreya is constantly complimenting you, as we all know, but when it comes to really tender things, she’s not the greatest with her words

so she’s grown really accustomed to kissing your wedding ring when she wants to express those really sweet, intimate thoughts

it’s so sweet ohmygod

also, i am very firm in my belief that shreya proposed to you

she made a vvv big deal about it and you felt very loved

she also may have given you a stack of like,,, 15 different outfits that you would look perfect in for the wedding,,, she really wants you to look your best

and she is  g o r g e o u s  in her dress, thank you very much

and shreya is the best at making you feel loved??

she’s definitely into big shows of affection - the kind that are over the top and picture worthy - the kind people gush over 

she has done literally anything you can find of the attuned version of pinterest

but uhhh,,,, please don’t allow this woman to cook. she will burn everything. she tried to do breakfast in bed once, and it was a disaster

but it’s okay because you took her out to get donuts instead and it was vvv cute.

and i think that, to even this out, you are great at showing affection through the every day things

you probably leave her cute messages on post-it notes

or you send her flowers at her work

or you bring her lunch

or you bring home hot chocolate and her favorite comfort foods when she’s had a bad day

she says it’s very “quaint” but really, she loves it

okay,,, but cuddling with shreya on saturday mornings

we all know she sleeps in, so if you wake up before her and try to leave, she knows and will pull you back into bed, mumbling about how she needs you

her hair gets very messy when she sleeps, so in the mornings you can braid it for her while she holds you in her arms

oh, and you have a lot of moments where the two of you will just relax in each others arms

when you read

or watch tv

or are on your phones

she just really loves to hold you.

you are definitely getting dragged to fashion week

you are going to get a better fashion taste by sheer osmosis and honestly, good for you

also, the two of you watch the attuned equivalent of america’s next top model and rate the contestants, making predictions on who’s going to get voted off

shreya is really good at predicting the different fights they will get in??? it’s a weird superpower, ngl

also!!!! shreya loves smoothies!!!!

please take her out to get some

the two of you will walk through penn square afterward and you will take really great candid photos of her

she says your the only one who is allowed to take ‘bad’ photos of her and you have an entire album of ‘cursed photos’ of her on your phone

you definitely send some to beckett and he uses them like blackmail against her

okay, but shreya is living in the city, no contest

she is not cut out for that suburban life - she needs her high end clothing stores, overpriced coffee shops, and busy streets

you guys probably get an overpriced town house but it’s okay because shreya makes a small fortune off of serene and sublime

nehal definitely lives with you guys on the weekends or summers while she goes to penderghast

you are probably super close to her, ngl, and she tells you all the embarrassing stories about shreya

and there are  p l e n t y  to go around

oh! and shreya definitely wants kids

she may claim that she doesn’t,,, but she will always go to hold someone’s baby and is honestly so good with kids?

pls have or adopt a little one. it would make shreya’s whole world

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

[starryseo]

photographer! hyunjin x gender neutral! reader

not requested but i was boreeeed. i'm working on a chan fic but i wanna make it a long one, so i'm probably gonna do small drabbles like this in the meantime

-

hyunjin is an amazing photographer

he's got his phone out all the time, before a photo-taking-opportunity even arises

he's always Prepared

he just really loves being able to capture moments so he can remember them later on, bc he never wants to forget the happy days he spends w the ppl he loves!!

ofc he'll never say that out loud

what he usually ends up saying is "i can't not have an ugly collection of pics to post on ur bdays and when u die duh"

romantic.

so just being friends w this camera-loving dork is tough, but dating him??? living Hell

dates always, always, start off with him recording you two

whether it be a quick vid of you two holding hands as you walk

or a full on recorded interview when you're sitting on his lap in the park and he just wants to hear you speak

"sooo, how's the date going, babe?"

"it might go a lot better if i could actually see my bf's face."

when he moves the camera to reveal himself grinning at you and says, "better?"

ofc you have to scrunch up your face and say, "nvm, bring the camera back, he's cuter."

and then hyunjin the dumbass drops the camera so it's still recording but is facing the sky, and he tackles you and tickles you endlessly

that always ends up being his favourite part of his videos bc you're laughing so much you can barely even say his name and he just loves hearing you be happy and in love with him

"h-hyun...jin.. s-sto-- stop- oh my go- hyun-!"

"huh? what was that, sweetheart? could you say that again, a lil louder maybe?"

when he picks up his camera again you're both panting, cheeks flushed, and you're trying (but failing!) to look angry at him and it makes him swoon bc he can tell you're not mad at him in the slightest bc you always end up letting out a laugh before you lay down w your head on his lap, calming down

he also loves dates bc he gets to make you do all these fancy poses and he gets into these crazy, gravity-defying positions just to take some cool pics of you but he just loves putting in all this effort for you bc it makes you laugh (even if you're laughing at him) and he adores being the reason behind your happiness

"c'mon, baby, strike a pose!!"

"angel, do not move. the lighting here is perfect!!!"

"y/n, hold still, you look so hot rn!!"

he swears his heart bursts out of his chest every time you take a picture of him - especially when you take cute candid pics of him!! even tho you're just out here tryna get an ugly pic of him, ugly hwang hyunjin pics don't exist bc he's too pretty

you guys don't have many couple pics that aren't selfies bc hyunjin is so judgemental when other ppl are taking pictures of him

they literally end up running away after the 50th pic, bc he just keeps sighing and saying "um, how abt you try taking it from a different angle? maybe take a couple steps forward too? thanks!"

his instagram aesthetic is the butt of many jokes but it's On Point

felix: why are u such a vsco girl hyunjin

hyunjin: um??? u dont have a high enough followers count to be talking to me.

he loves editing the images, adding filters and stickers to make everything match and look pretty

completes the post w the cringiest caption ever that's just filled with ❣️🖤💜💛💕💖💓💗💙💚💟💞💘❤️

his instagram is f u l l, like 200+ posts kinda full

has probably tried posting daily for a couple of months until that was a bit too time-consuming so he cut back

he just loves looking at old pics tho, seeing how far everyone's come and grown

loves scrolling thru his phone gallery at night to watch the videos and pics he's taken

being all ~s e n t i m e n t a l~

anyway, photographer! hyunjin is a cutie that just wants to take pics of the ppl he loves so he can rmb the good ol days forever thank u for coming to my ted talk.

[foreverwayward]

“Lost in You” Part 1

Jensen Ackles x Reader 

Word Count: 2963

Warnings: none? Possible fluff. Language.

Summary: You and your best friend (Y/BF/N) go to a Supernatural convention. It was supposed to just be a fun day; nothing too crazy. That is...until he saw you. (A/U where Jensen is single.)

“Supernatural” had been the one show with real meaning for you. It was more than something you watched on TV, it was something that helped you through your darkest times. You’d watched it from the very beginning and more times than you care to admit. So, when you had the opportunity to go to a local convention, you jumped at the opportunity.

With your best friend at your side, you sat in the conference room both excited and nervous to see the two guys you loved so dearly from afar for so many years.  The two of you cheered with the roaring crowd as Jensen and Jared made their way on stage. Even from rows away, you could tell they were even better looking than they were on the show. Their ritualistic jump together to start the panel made you love them even more. How could two grown men be so adorable?

The smile that went from ear to ear began to hurt over time as you listened to them joke with each other and answer questions from the audience. Yes, Jared was insanely handsome, but Jensen had had your heart from day one. You didn’t know how you could have such a massive crush on a man you never even met. It was your little secret. Well, between you and your best friend.

“You should ask a question,” Y/BF/N told you as she nudged you.

You chuckled nervously. “What? No way. I’m not doing that.”

“Chicken…” she muttered with a grin.

The rest of the panel was incredible. Jensen and Jared’s humor was exactly as you imagined and their chemistry as brothers was undeniable. But there was no way you could ever talk to them. You knew you would freeze and embarrass yourself beyond measure. At least you got to finally see them in person, and that was more than enough.

You applauded the boys as they said their goodbyes to the crowd and couldn’t help but beam with joy. The whole event was better than you ever imagined. It was the perfect day.

------

Outside the conference room, Y/BF/N smiled mischievously as she snuck up behind you. Taking your shoulders, she guided you through the crowd off to the side.

“Where are we going?” you laughed.

“You’ll see.”

Finally reaching your destination with your sneaky partner, you looked at the sign pointing towards another large room. The sign read: Jensen and Jared Photo Ops.

“Surprise!” she said with a giggle.

“What? We don’t have tickets to get in. Don’t be a dork.”

Whipping something out from her back pocket she held up two tickets while almost jumping up and down excitedly. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I got them for us months ago.”

Your eyes grew twice their size. “Wait. You’re serious?”

“Deadly.” Handing you one of the tickets she squealed. “We’re gonna get to meet them and get pictures with them. I got a photo op of us together with both Jensen and Jared and individual ones with both of them.”

Suddenly, your palms began to sweat. You were going to meet the boys; the Winchesters. Okay, not really the Winchesters, but freaking close enough. How were you going to manage to keep your cool in front of them? Thoughts raced through your head with anxiety. What if you couldn’t talk like a total idiot? What if you tripped in front of them? What if you meet the biggest crush you’ve ever had and you ruin it?

Y/BF/N could see your mind going a million miles an hour and put a hand on your shoulder. “Girl, you got this. Don’t overthink it. Let’s go meet them!”

Hesitantly, you took a deep breath and nodded nervously. “Okay. Okay, let’s do it.”

------

You both had waited in the long and winding line for well over forty minutes. And yet, the entire time you bounced on your heels and fidgeted with your clothes and hair. How were you going to pull yourself together?

“Breathe,” you told yourself.

Taking the last step to finally get in the door, your eyes went straight for the two tall men smiling with their fans and taking playful pictures. Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles were less than fifteen feet away and the butterflies in your stomach were starting to make you dizzy.

The closer you got, the more you were both excited and terrified. You leaned into your friend’s ear and whispered, “I don’t think I can do this. I’m gonna make a total fool of myself.”

“Stop it,” Y/BF/N said trying to comfort you. “Just enjoy it. God, they’re hot,” she muttered looking back at them.

This was it, you were next in line. You watched as two girls giggled taking goofy pictures and hugging the guys. You were about to look like a total fangirl just like them and the thought embarrassed the hell out of you. “Get it together, Y/N.”

As Jared and Jensen said goodbye to the two fans, you were waved by security to come over. Jared’s giant smile was so endearing and he welcomed your friend with open arms as she led the way in. He towered over you both and hugged Y/BF/N.

“Hey, I’m Y/BF/N,” she cooly told him.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jared.” He put a hand on his chest as he introduced himself as if you truly wouldn’t know who he was. Jared was so genuinely sweet and down to earth.

You took a deep breath and mustered up every ounce of courage you had as you walked up to Jared. “Hi. I’m Y/N.”

He flashed that massive smile again and hugged you tight. You finally knew why people joked about his height as your head barely reached his chest.

“Hey, Jensen!” Jared called out.

Jensen was getting a drink of water and was completely oblivious to you and your friend walking in. He turned around at the sound of his name, quickly swallowed his water, and put down the bottle. Jogging back over, he grinned. “Hey, sorry.”

And then it happened; you were starstruck. But it was more than that. It was like staring into the sun. God, Jensen was gorgeous and up close, you realized you’d never seen anymore more attractive. His green eyes reflected the bright lights and his freckles peppered his face.

“This is Y/BF/N, and this is Y/N.”

As Jensen turned to look at you for the first time, his face changed. You couldn’t read what it was, but it was soft, and yet almost surprised. Jensen’s lip curled at each corner and he made his way over to you, never breaking eye contact. “Hi,” he said gruffly with a smile.

“Hi.” The grin on your face probably went from ear to ear, but you didn’t notice.

Jensen seemed to lose all attention to anything else in the room besides you. He locked in on your eyes and face as his tongue shot out over his lip. You loved it when he did that.

He took your hand in his and shook it softly. “It’s really nice to meet you.” Jensen’s hands were massive and made yours feel so small. It was actually kind of a turn on. “Why, uh--why don’t we get a group picture?” Did you sense a bit of nervousness in his voice?

“Absolutely!” Jared agreed as you and Y/BF/N went to stand between them both. You all squeezed in closer together as Jared wrapped his arms around your friend.

“Can I…?” a deep voice nearly growled behind you. The sound sent chills up your spine and you looked up to see Jensen smiling at you.

“Uh--yeah. Of course,” you replied with a shy smirk.

Jensen’s hands snaked around you and he pulled you close. He reached up from behind you and brushed your hair back so his face was closer to yours. The sound of his breathing in your ear, matched with its warmth, almost made you jump.

You tried not to let an audible gulp escape you as you felt your body try not to shake. He was holding you, his hands readjusting your hair.

All four of you began to crack up as Jared told a ridiculous joke. The photographer took the opportunity to snap the candid picture of the boys holding you both, everyone laughing ridiculously.

“Okay!” the photographer started. “How about the two of you?” She pointed to Jared and Y/BF/N and then for them to come front and center.

Jensen’s neck tilted as he motioned for you and him to step aside. As you found the side of the backdrop, he stood close by your side. You could still smell him and it excited you in far too many ways. He smelt so damn good.

“You, uh--” Jensen started as he cleared his throat. “You guys enjoy the convention?”

Trying not to smile too eagerly, you answered, “oh, yeah. Been wanting to come to one of these for years.”

Folding his arms in front of his chest, with an almost flirty look on his face, Jensen leaned closer down to you. “I kinda wish you had.”

Your heart stopped. Was Jensen Ackles flirting with you? No. No, of course not. He’s famous, gorgeous...no way in hell he’d be interested in you.

You tucked your hair behind your ear and bit your lip nervously, and Jensen definitely took notice. You could have sworn you heard a rumble in his chest as he watched you. God, it was sexy.

“Alright! You two are next!” The photographer called you both over and Jensen put his hand on the small of your back to guide you. Every touch of his hand was electric. 

As Jared and Y/BF/N passed you, she gave you a thumbs up with an excited and beaming smile from ear to ear.

“Okay,” he said with a heavy breath and a grin as you found the camera’s center. “Got any ideas for our picture?”

“Uh--” you chuckled. “Not really.”

“You mind if I try something?”

There it was, the gulp in your throat. “Sure…”

Jensen stepped closer to you until you were flush against each other. One of his hands went around your waist and held you, while the other cupped your cheek. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looked like he was going to kiss you.

“Holy shit…” you thought to yourself.

“This okay?”

“Huh? Oh--yeah. Yeah.” You got lost in his eyes and they twinkled like green stars. He was too perfect for words and he was just staring back at you with complete contentment.

The camera went off as your hand slipped up to touch the hand on your cheek and he smirked. Neither of you moved for a few seconds after the picture was taken until you both snapped back into reality.

Jensen cleared his throat nervously again and licked his lip. “I think that’s gonna be a good one.” As you turned to grab your purse that you left off to the side, he stepped closer to you again. “Actually, would you mind sending me a copy when you get it?”

“...what?” you asked in surprise.

“Well, I mean...I kinda wanna see how it turned out.” Jensen nodded toward the tables on the other side of the room. “There’s a woman over there named Kelly. She’s getting everyone’s info. You should leave your number; tell her I wanted it.”

“...you want my number?”

He chuckled deep in his chest. “Absolutely. I told you, I need that picture.”

With your heart racing, you could only smile back. “Alright, sure.”

“Awesome.” Jensen waved and yelled, “Kelly!” Once she caught his gaze, he pointed to you and mouthed something in her direction. Jensen then refocused on you. “She’ll take care of it.”

Swoon. “Think before you speak,” you thought. “Sounds good. It was really nice to meet you.”

The biggest smile grew on his face as he looked back at you. “You too, Y/N.” As you began to walk away, he called your name and you spun to face him. “This better not be the last time I see you.”

Your heart lept and your stomach did somersaults. With a calm nod and flirty smile, you coyly replied, “guess we’ll have to wait and see.” That response seemed to have been the right one as he bit his lip before striding back over for the next photo op.

Y/BF/N hurried over to you. “Uh--what just happened? Did you and Jensen actually talk?”

“I think I blacked out actually,” you chuckled. “But...he asked for my phone number.”

Her eyes nearly blew out of control. “What the fuck? Wait...are you serious?”

“Uh-huh.” When she almost squealed, you turned her around to leave and hushed her. “Be cool!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, you’re right. But, Y/N! Jensen Ackles wants to see you again. What?!”

“I know,” you answered with an excited look.

You went over to the table Jensen had directed you to and the woman you knew to be Kelly gave you a friendly smile. “Jensen said to help you with something and he seemed pretty adamant about it actually.”

How the hell were you supposed to tell this woman that Jensen Ackles asked you to leave him your number? You were going to sound like a crazy stalker.

“He, uh--he said he--” you tried not to stumble over your words and gather your thoughts. “He said to...leave my...phone number with you.”

Kelly gave you a questionable look and then peered over your shoulder to Jensen. When he noticed her doubtful expression, he yelled, “don’t let her leave without getting it!” Jensen smirked again looking over at you and your friend waved back excitedly before you gave her a ‘knock-it-the-hell-off’ look.

“Alright,” Kelly conceded as she handed you a blank paper. “I’ll make sure he gets it.”

Nervously, you wrote your name and number and folded the paper in half before handing it to her. “Thanks.”

You tried not to turn to see him again as to not seem too eager. But when you did, it seemed that every free second he had, he was looking back at you. It took all the willpower you had to actually leave the room with Y/BF/N. It was impossibly hard to walk away from that man.

In the five minutes since you had met him, Jensen had cast his spell on you. And if you were being honest, it was the best high you’ve ever experienced.

------

Back in your hotel room that night, you and Y/BF/N sat on your beds watching TV. Both in your pajamas and cleaned up for the night, you looked at the clock. 11:49 PM. You were exhausted after getting up so early that day, and it was time for you to try and sleep.

“He’s gonna call,” your friend said as you both crawled under the sheets.

You scoffed. “I’m not gonna hold my breath.”

------

The chime on your phone woke you and you picked it up to look at the glowing screen. 1:37 AM. Who the hell would be texting you that late?

Sleepily, you opened the text from an unknown number to read it.

“Hey :)”

It didn’t even cross your tired mind who that could be as you texted back.

“Hi, sorry, who’s this?” you asked.

You watched the immediate bubble showing that the person on the other end was answering.

“You really think I’m not getting a copy of that picture? You’re crazy.”

Sitting up in bed like you had been shocked awake, you held the phone tightly in both hands. Could it really be Jensen texting you?

Before you could respond, another message came through.

“I’m sorry to text you so late. I just got in for the night. Long day.”

“That’s okay. I get it.” You had to think out every word you typed. This wasn’t your day to day text conversation.

“Are you staying in town?”

“Yeah. At the Marriott for the weekend.”

“The one off the main strip?”

“That’s the one.”

“I don’t usually tell people where I’m staying, but you aren’t just people, are you? ;)”

You ‘weren’t just people’? What did that mean? Again, he texted.

“I’m actually in a suite at the Marriott too. There’s a really nice bar on the rooftop that’s open till 3, I think. You wouldn’t wanna get a drink or something, would you?”

Did your heart just stop? Probably. Jensen Ackles just asked you to get a drink together.

Thinking before you typed, you replied, “wanna give me 20 min?”

“It’s a date :)”

...a date? “Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself as you clutched your phone to your chest.

As you sunk into your bed, you immediately remembered you only had twenty minutes to be there. You jumped out of bed and began to look for an outfit in your suitcase.

Your fumbling around woke Y/BF/N and she groaned. “Why are you waking me at this ungodly hour? Do you not want me to like you anymore?”

With a heavy breath, you nearly panted, “he texted me.”

That was all it took and she was up on her feet like she had never fallen asleep. “Holy shit! What did he say?!”

You didn’t have time to explain and tossed her your phone as you looked through your things again. Why did you have such ugly clothes with you? Or was everything going to be ugly when you were trying to go out with Jensen freaking Ackles?

Your friend gasped as she read your conversation. “Okay! Crunch time! I’ll go heat up the curling iron and get your makeup out. You find something sexy but not slutty and hurry your ass up. I’m not letting you miss this! Twenty minutes...let’s go!”

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“Lost in You” Part 2

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