#just teenagers being really excited to know eachother again... its so cute

[floweypilled]

got any kriselle thoughts?

Ghulp

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

plane pillow

where peter planned to play video games with ned through the whole flight but fate decided to take another turn....

*A/N: this isnt related to far from home nor the ending of endgame, just pretend infinity and all the movies after didnt exist since i imagine pete 16 in here. i dont know why 16 i just like that age on him lmao, enjoy reading!*

pairing: peter x reader

status: strangerz (well sort of since they haven't talked to eachother but they're in the same school)

NOT PROOF READ BTW SO SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

peter's POV

"the flight will be amazing! i heard they'd installed the new game we were talking about" i gushed to ned, excited for the whole flight to be filled with video games.

"im excited" ned stated practically jumping from excitement and i shook my head laughing

"OK CLASS!" Mr Harrington clapped his hands getting our attention "we're boarding the plane in a few minutes so pack your stuff and lets goooo" he pointed at our gate dramatically.

we walked to the gate, scanned our ticket and sat on our assigned seats, ned and i sat on the three seater, he took the window seat by winning a 3 round match of rock, paper, scissors *sighs angrily* and i obvious got the middle, kinda scared of who'll sit beside me though.

we had to wait for a few minutes, since we boarded the flight early. ned and i obviously started playing video games, too entranced by the small glowing screen infront of me i haven't realized a girl.

she hadn't really acknowledged me either because she looked tired, i cursed at the screen for losing the game too quickly and my dumb ass still didnt realize a GIRL, MY AGE, looking PRETTY FUCKING ADORABLE was sitting next to me. oh dear god.

after a couple more games and me being the most idiotic teenager known today for not looking at my right to see her  the flight attendant alerted us that the plane will take off so we the screen will freeze any moment. ned and i decided to sleep, it was very early in the morning and we need to rest if we plan on gaming most of the flight.

i closed my eyes and shifted a bit in my seat, and slept. the plain was moving at the time trying to find the best place to take off. i guess i was really tired that i havent felt someone sleeping on my shoulder.

i was peacefully sleeping still agitated from the uncomfortable seat but i heard a loud noise that frightened the life out of me and due to my spidey senses i sensed a hand on my right, so what did i do? i fucking held the hand. hard, may i add, from the fright.

i opened my eyes quickly and jumped a bit, turning around to see who's the stranger that i held hands with, startled as well. i sighed in relief knowing our plane was safe and it was just about to take off. but then i took a good look on the perso- her, took a good look on her, on her? OH MY GOD ITS A GIRL calm down peter and please dont scare her off. i couldnt stop looking at her and to my luck she was looking at me as well, but none of us spoke

i couldnt help but notice the small part of her y/h/c hair that was shown from her hood looked so shiny and smooth, her eyes were the most perfect shade of y/e/c. the extremely large hoodie looked so comfortable on her which made me think of her wearing one of mine, how big and long it'll look on her body sent butterflies to my stomach. she looked small, and precious so fragile yet she held her body confidently.

the voice of the flight attendant echoed through the speakers which made us both stop our trance of one another. even though the lady's voice wasnt scary it still frightened us. i mean no hate towards miss attendant she called me a cutie and gave me extra blankets

but coz we got startled again we held hands....again looking for the sources of the noise. we visibly relaxed once we realized what it was, looked at eachother and laughed, her laugh was angelic and soft, hands down the best sound ive ever head. she looked rather embarrassed from the encounter but i bet you a thousand dollars i look worse, i could practically feel the blood rush through my cheeks once she realized how long ive stared at her

"i- uhm i-im so sorry for sleeping on your shoulder, and- and holding your hand and stuff" she apologized, it only made me even more baffled by her. how could a voice match with a face so perfectly.

"no no its fine uhh i dont mind *nervous laugh* and for the hand thing i was the one who grabbed yours so i-i should be the one apologizing...im sorry" i rubbed the back of my neck. this is why i dont talk to girls, ever. well mj is an exception since shes like the closest thing i have to a friend other than my best friend obviously.

"i-im y/n, by the way" she lifted her hand properly introducing herself

"peter, peter parker" i shook her hand, it was nice feeling the warmth of her hand again. we probably held hands (for the third time today by the way) longer the we should have but who am i to say i was bothered. i definitely wasnt.

"nice to meet you peter" she smiled shaking our hands one last time then sitting it on her lap. scratch what i said about her gorgeous laugh, hearing her say my name was the best thing ive heard in my 16 year of existence. (her laugh is obviously the second best)

before i could ask anything else, the plane decided to finally take off. i adjusted myself to the seat, not turning to my right side anymore and closed my eyes trying to think of smiling puppies. ive been on a plane before, in fact a private one last year but that was it. this is my second time flying away from new york and i was a bit nervous.

y/n somehow noticed my sudden tense form, who am i kidding i looked like i was about to die coz of my nerves. and held my hand. and i immediately opened my eyes again, the feeling of her skin coming in contact with mine brought chills down my spine, good ones obviously

"you looked rather tense, is this ok?" she leaned into my ear so i could hear her. i looked at her confused on why she would want to help me but nodded as a reply. a smile crept on my face and i couldnt seem to take it off.  the take off went smoothly thank god. and ive occasionally squeezed her hand, usually when the plane made very loud sounds. but i made it! woohoo

i didnt know if i should stop holding her hand or not, even though i didnt want to. will she think im a creep? and if i did, will she think im rude? but i guess it didnt seem to bother her if she went back to sleeping. so i figured i should do the same

i shifted in my seat a couple of times trying to get the perfect comfy spot....nothing. this seat will be the death of m-

"you can sleep on my shoulder if you want" she whispered. "i figured since you let me sleep on yours which im very sorry about, you could sleep on mine" she smiled

"thanks, but i dont wanna bother you or make you uncomfortable"

"oh nonsense! my body is screaming right now cheering for me, well partially scolding at me for saying something risky like that to a good looking guy, its ok" she laughed, her eyes widened in shock from what she confessed. i smiled at her and rested my head on her shoulder

"you think im good looking?" i whispered playing with our fingers, i dont know when i got the sudden confidence but hearing someone like her think a loser like me is cute did something to me.

"shut up" she playfully shoved me and i laughed.

"are you from midtown?" i asked her

"no im from queens" she joked

"oh you're definitely from midtown" i chuckled, next thing i know i was having a normal conversation with me laying my head on a girl i just met like we knew eachother for years, it was nice to talk to a girl i potentially thought was cute instead of talking gibberish

she was very understanding and looked like interested into what i was saying, i was gonna skip my geeky side when she asked about what i like but to my surprise, she mentioned it when i asked her the same, she said she loves comics and likes watching sci fi movies. i asked her if she watched star wars and she said she didnt...yet.

"wanna uhm watch it together?" i played with her fingers absentmindedly nervous if she'd reject me.

"yeah sure" her eyes lit up like she was waiting for me to ask her that. we watched the movie in bliss, thankfully she liked it! and immediately said to put the second one. and surprise surprise, we finished it.

when the credits rolled in, i saw her yawning, shifting in her seat again, i decided to be bold so i lifted her head off my shoulder pulled the arm rest away from us, took a pillow and patted my lap. immediately after doing it i regretted it, she barely knows me, what the fuck peter.

"you sure?" she asked smiling a bit, she looked like she felt something giddy inside which made me feel at peace again and i nodded.

"good night" she whispered snuggling her head on my lap, i hesitantly put my arm over

"good night, y/n" and we fell asleep like how ned slept the whooole time i was talking to her, wow we have a lot to catch up on

bonus:

peters pov

i didnt know the whole plane (our class) practically gushed over my interaction with y/n, i know its been a while since i liked a girl but betty and the rest (including Mr Harrington) practically begged mj to take photos of us since she was the closest, not that she wouldnt have done it without them asking her....

*A/N: idk what this bonus was lmao but i had to add the school feeling happy for our boy pete*

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[erischaos]

the beginning

summary: on your anniversary, you remember how you met Johnny.

words: +1,9k

tags: fluffy

It all started a few years ago, in 2017, when you were doing a part-time job in the SBS radio as the script writer and semi-producer for a new show that was going to take place in march. The only thing that they told you about it was that it was going to be host by two newly debuted idols from a very famous company, a new that made you very excited. A few weeks later a meeting with both of them took place but you had a final exam at uni and you couldn´t attend, which made you a lot more nervous since you still didn’t knew who the idols were, because that information was confidential. The first show came sooner than expected, and as a part of the team you were finally going to met the idols. While you were waiting for them to arrive one of your girl coworkers came to you.

“y/n you can’t imagine how handsome they are” she said, almost screaming “you’re going to die when you see them” you laughed but since you were a little picky you choosed to not take her words too serious. But, oh lord, how wrong you were.

Two tall men came through the door, a blond and a brunette one. You weren’t stupid and you didn’t lived under a rock, but you were distracted enough to not notice the name of the show, which gave away completely the name of the group. A very young Jaehyun and Johnny stood in front of you and introduced themselves to the team.  Jaehyun was pretty, he was a very beautiful man, his kind eyes and his dimples were to die for, but Johnny, he was a different story. He wasn’t just pretty, his particular features left you breathless at first sight, and his aura was captivating and it made your knees weak. You felt embarrassed, he was an idol yes, but first of all he was your new coworker, and you weren’t a teenager anymore.

After all of the formalities the tallest, Johnny, came to you and started to ask a lot of technical stuff and you did your best to explain but damn, you were blown away. His eyes were a beautiful shade of honey and he never cut the visual contact which made you a lot more nervous and flustered. His voice was deep and assertive, it really looked like he knew what he was talking about, it even seemed like he knew more than you. He called his friend and you explained both some things about the script and when the time came they started the show. You were surprise this was their first time, they looked nervous but at the same time they were eloquent and funny. You tried your best to pay attention to your work, because that’s what they were paying you for, not to look at Johnny. But damn, it was hard.

A week passed and the only thing that you did was waiting for the night to see him. You were going mad. He was just a man. An idol, a very handsome and cute, and funny, and kind man, but at the end he was just a man. You realized you were completely fucked up when you started to watch his fancams. I mean, he was famous, talented, successful, and you were a very average looking exchange student who every month struggled with paying the bills. You mentalized yourself, that night you were going to do your work and nothing else, but he made it difficult though, every night before starting he used to talk to you about whatever was on his mind. But this time you were going to stay strong and tell him you had to be focused on your work.

Everything was going fine at first, but Johnny wasn’t going to let you live in peace. Actually, he was going to change your whole life with a single question.

“y/n would you like to take a coffee with me after tonight’s show?” your whole brain shut down. The only thing you could do was to blurt “yes, yes, sure, I would like that a lot” Great, you sounded like a fucking asshole, and a very, very desperate one, congratulations.

You were nervous like you’ve never been in your life. And confused, was this a date? A simple coffee? What did he wanted to talk about? About the radio? Jesus, you haven’t had a date in years. Time passed surprisingly fast for your liking and soon you found yourself on the cafeteria of the building having a decaffeinated cappuccino and listening to him talk about NCT 127 promotions. You weren’t sure if it you passed out from the stress and it was all a dream or if you actually had Johnny Suh talking to you about his day and laughing at your dad jokes.

Soon it became a routine, every night after the show you both went to the cafeteria and talked until late about your childhood, your dreams, your fears, until you had to leave to go to sleep so you didn’t die at uni next morning. Talking to him was effortless, it was like you knew him all your life, he was even better than what you thought, so full of love to give, smart, thoughtful, trustable, caring, so you weren’t surprised when you realized you were in love.  It happened after a little hiatus the program took for a show they had overseas, and when you saw him again for the first time it hit you. He came almost running to you and hugged you tight in front of all the team “I missed you a lot” he said, muffled by your hair. You found yourself breathless once again and mumbled a tiny “me too”. And just like that the realization came: you were deeply and madly in love with Johnny Suh and you wanted him to hold you like that for the rest of your life. You both let go the hug and everybody went back to work, except for you two. “a little bird told me your birthday is in a few days so, I was wondering if instead of a coffee you would like to have dinner with me” you were shooked, if the coffee dates weren’t actually a date, this was. And for your birthday! You were exploding with happiness.

That night also was when the first kiss happened. While the program was going on and Jaehyun was reading some twits from the fans, you and Johnny locked eyes. And it felt different, it wasn’t a simple visual contact, it was filled with a tension of some kind, you could feel it from across the glass and you were sure he was feeling the same too. He went on with the script but he never stopped looking at you and it was getting very intense and it only stopped when it was time for the commercials. Eventually the show ended and like every night you both headed to the elevator to go to the cafeteria floor. Normally being on the elevator with him felt overwhelming but to a normal amount. That time he didn’t even gave you time to feel nervous, as soon as the door closed he roughly leaned his whole body against yours until your back touched the wall, looking at you in the eyes, like if he was asking for your permission, you pushed him down by the nape and connected your lips to his. It was the most intense kiss you ever had, it conveyed so much passion, weeks of holding back now were being unleashed in a single kiss. His lips were heaven and hell, so dangerous but so necessary, like a drug. His hands were all over you and yours were tugging at his perfectly styled hair, now messy. You were forced to stop when the elevator reached its destiny and the door opened but your legs weren’t responding and him didn’t moved either, so you stayed for a few seconds looking at each other, breathing heavily, until you both started laughing and finally came out.

The new routine was making out in every corner of the building everytime you were alone and then go to drink coffee and chat like nothing happened. Like if you weren’t a mess, and like if he hadn’t had to hide a boner everytime. It was surreal.

Since the radio program ended after twelve o’clock you celebrated your birthday along with your coworkers, and when the show ended you went to change your clothes while Johnny waited for you in the hall, downstairs. You wore a red dress and only a red lipstick since you wanted to look good quickly, and let your hair down. When you finally met you noticed he changed his outfit for a more elegant one: black shirt and black pants. You both flustered when you saw each other “you look amazing birthday girl” he flirted with you. “you don’t look that bad yourself JonhD” you said back. “JonhD?”, he asked confused “yes, you know…your name is John and you are a dj” he laughed out loud at your explanation while he helped you to get on the company van. Soon you arrived to a private restaurant, that giving the hour it was supposed to be closed but SM has its ways.

In the middle of it was a table settled for two and Johnny helped pulling your chair like a gentleman. The conversation went very fluid during all the dinner until the champagne arrived. He stopped talking and stared at your eyes, and you realized they got teary so yours did too. He swallowed and spoke “y/n this might sound a little rushed, giving the fact that we only knew eachother two months ago and all that but” he made a pause to breath and you did too “I think I’m in love with you and, I’ll really love to be your boyfriend” a tear fell from his eye. “i know it might be hard because of my work and the fans but I really want you to be my girl” he started to get nervous since you weren’t answering “I fully understand if you don’t want to though”. You couldn’t bring yourself to believe it, but it was real. He was in front of you, looking at your eyes and saying that he loved you. You were paralyzed and the lump in your throat wouldn’t let you speak, but you ignored it and answered.

“John Suh, nothing in this world could make me more happy right now than call you my boyfriend” you grabbed him by his hands and smiled at him “I love you, I truly do”. He left out all the air he was holding and smiled too “thanks god, I though I was going to have to return your gift” he took out of his blazers pocket a medium sized velvet box and handed it to you. “oh Johnny, you shouldn't have brought me anything” he shushed you and looked at you expectantly. Without wasting any more time you opened it and inside of it was a beautiful and delicate heart necklace with both initials and your birthday date, which now was also your anniversary. Needless to say you were speechless.

Even after a year and with him taking a nap in your lap it all still felt like a dream, Johnny declaring himself to you, and now he being your first love and first boyfriend. You gently stroked his hair with one hand at the same time you were playing with your necklace, after a few minutes he slowly woke up and looked at you “nice double chin, baby” he murmured. “I can’t believe that the first thing you do after waking up is making fun of me” he laughed and you lowered your head to kiss him “happy first anniversary headass”. 

Hii!! this is my second scenario ever and since the first one got a lot of notes i decided to write another. its not as good as the first one in my opinion but i had this idea on my mind for a while and i wanted to share it! please if you notice any grammatical error let me know! it means a lot for me if you could like and share<3 

Thank you for reading me and STAY HEALTHY.

[pbandjesse]

So I was having a perfectly nice night but I missed the text to make an appointment for the covid vaccine and didnt get an appointment and now Im all in my feelings and upset. Like I just requested the next available date, since their werent any open to chose from. But Im still really bummed. I feel like work has become more and more lax in the conversation around the pandemic and making sure the kids are being safe and it just doesnt feel good. I just want a vaccine and I want to feel safe. Sucks. 

But Jess got hers tonight and Im so excited for her.I know its not going to be a quick fix, and a lot more people have to get the shots, but it feels like a step in the right direction. Hopefully they email me with an appointment soon and I can feel better.

Today was still a pretty nice day. I didnt sleep to bad last night. I am trying the things I know to do, and so far its all good. Were making progress. 

I got up around 830 and took a while to actually get out of bed. I knew James was doing substituting again today and I didnt want to walk past the camera in my jammies so I got up and dressed before they started for the day. 

I felt pretty cute and cozy. It was actually a lot colder inside then outside. It was warm out today! A false spring I suppose, but well see if it holds. 

I had a nice morning. James made me strawberry pancakes. They were very good. I did some art!! I worked on my collage drawing for a while and that was nice. I didnt get a ton of it done but I did make a video of the progress but I am still really proud of myself for doing any work at all. 

But soon enough it was time to go. I changed my shirt and put on tights and headed to the store. I was very surprised by how warm it was. I walked to Walgreens to get psoriasis shampoo and vitamin e oil. Looked at the very few squishes they had. And then I was off to work. 

It was a pretty solid day. Kids doing work. One of the little boys wanted to draw me so I drew him. Which lead to me drawing a bunch of them. I dont draw kids well though so they all look like teenagers but they were still happy and used them as coloring sheets and that was fun. Collaboration. 

We made wire rings and while it didnt work as well as the penny pendants, they still liked using the hammers and it was fun. 

I taught them a half hour of ballet. I was very proud of them and they did a good job following along. Not everyone did it but the ones who stuck it out were great. I was surprised by the 2 boys that really did the dang thing and that was just cool. 

But that was a lot of exercise so once Travis wanted to take them to play basketball I offered to split the class and so a handful of kids stayed in the class with me to watch videos and make a little art. 

I did some knitting. Chatted with the new little girl. She ended up cutting her finger on some scissors and I had to clean that up and help her out. She was okay. I think we were all just surprised it happened. But we worked it out. 

The end of the day took a while. A student thought their phone was stolen, but really they had never even brought it to the center. So that was a half hour of searching wasted. 

I made a comment after that search that my kid wont have a phone til their 16 and my little friend Jayce goes all big eyed and says "youre a mommy???" and I was like nah but someday and it was just so sweet. 

Once the last kids were gone we checked the room was clean and I was off into the world. 

I walked home and James had pizza and broccoli for us ready and I was very thankful for my partner. And after dinner we worked together to organize some stuff in my studio and hang my new stuffed animal hammock. Trying to feel more organized. Im hoping to do more actually sorting this weekend because a lot of my space has gotten out of control and its stressing me out. But it will get done. 

Showers were had. And weve been in bed hanging out. My phone was charging which is why I missed the text about the vaccine. So Im still feeling really bummed but it will be okay and Ill get it eventually. Now Im going to brush my teeth and get ready to sleep. 

I hope tomorrow is good and I hope you all have a good night. Take care of eachother. Goodnight!

[terrifictomholland]

You’re a snack - Tom Holland x reader

word count: 2,3K

warnings: curse words, the usual, also there are so many god-awful puns in this im sorry 

pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Hello! I’m back with a blurb, I browsed Tumblr one night and I came across the prompt “I buy lunch at this grocery store every day and you're always there and you're my favourite cashier.”   So! Enjoy this, its pure fluff!

You had a favourite grocery store that was your go-to store, no matter what. Usually it was to buy lunches to bring to work, other times you  went there to pick up veggies and produce as such. A few weeks ago however, there was a new cashier. A really, really cute one with big brown eyes, a wide smile, gorgeous thick curly hair and a hell of a body from what you could tell. He was your favourite cashier because he'd been in each time you came in to buy stuff and you found that he was always smiling, laughing and always helping people.

      Whether it be old ladies or teenage boys. He was a charmer for sure and just like the old ladies, you were smitten by him even though you'd hardly spoken to him. You simply admired him from a bit of a distance, the few times he'd been at the cash register to check your things out, he would say hello with a blush. You had no idea why either, it was the strangest thing, but he made you feel much the same. Like whenever you were in his presence you couldn't help but to fumble over your words and blush furiously, feeling your palms sweat and heart race. You were a grown woman for christ sake! A boy, albeit a really cute one, shouldn't have this effect on you, yet alas, here you were. You stood in line, waiting to get your groceries checked out, having 3 people infront of you, when the cashier currently sitting there scanning the peoples things, got swapped out, due for a break and in came the cute boy. You inwardly groaned at the state he'd be seeing you in now.   Dressed in gray sweats, an over-sized baby-blue sweater with gold thread in it, your hair up in a bun on the top of your head and no makeup on, your glasses perched ontop of your nose. You felt a right mess, and he looked like a God. It finally came to be your turn, you gave the cute boy a small smile, the tag on his shirt saying "Tom", as you lined up your groceries on the band. You thought nothing of it when he scanned the beans you had, when all of a sudden you heard him say, "How ya bean?" and you looked over at him, mouth slightly parted, seeing the cheeky grin on his face. "Did you just...make a pun out of my groceries?" you asked trying to keep a straight face. "Maybe, taters gonna tate," he grinned mischievously as he scanned your potatoes. "But.. how have you bean?" he pressed and you laughed softly, "I've bean good, how about yourself?" you grinned, glancing at him, biting your lip. "I'm doing berry good thanks for asking," he smiled, looking at you. You let out a louder laugh slapping your hand over your face trying your damndest to not let it show just how fucking endearing you thought he was with his stupid ass puns. This was ridiculous, but in the best way possible. "Good god, that was horrible," you laughed hopelessly, letting him finish scanning your groceries and you paid, "But I made you smile right?" he asked adorably and you couldn't help but blush. "You did," you smiled, bagging your things, "Kale me crazy, but I'm glad I used those puns on you," he grinned and you let out another laugh, "I'm glad you did too," you smirked, "Have a nice day," you smiled at him, seeing him perk up, "Thanks a bunch!" he happily said making you laugh once again, he had a pun for everything didn't he?  

Once you had left, your heart was beating faster than normally, that had been your first exchange and already you wanted more. You wanted to go back there and see what other puns he had in store for you the next time you went grocery shopping.                                                      ....

That happened a couple of days later, when you were running low on some fruits, so you stood in the fruit isle looking at the oranges there, when all of a sudden you heard a voice say, "Orange you glad to see me?" you turned around seeing Tom there grinning at you, making butterflies in your stomach go crazy, you bit your lip looking over at your left and you picked up a kiwi, "You've gotta be kiwi-ing me," you giggled and he raised his eyebrows impressed. "Well done," he applauded and you blushed, "Thank you, as you can tell I worked hard on that one, can't have you upstaging me all the time," you giggled, picking up a few oranges, putting them in your cart. "I ap-peach-iate your hard work," he smirked and you groaned at that.

"No, that's awful!" you said, but your lips tugged up in a smile nonetheless. "You loved it!" he boasted and you shook your head giggling, "I hated it," you giggled bluffing and he knew it, which just made him laugh. 

And oh, what a laugh. It could cure all bad things in the world, it was such a pure and infectious laughter that made you want to laugh along with him.  

"Well, now that there's been an ice-breaker, what's your name?" he asked looking at you with those big eyes of his, a smile resting on his face. "Oh, uhm it's Y/N," you said seeing his face lit up. "Y/N," he tried out making your heart skip a beat at how good your name sounded coming from his mouth. "You've definitely made grocery shopping much more fun," you admitted and he absolutely glowed at hearing that, "Yeah?" he said hopefully and you nodded, looking around you seeing how empty the store was, you bit your lip now before looking up at him, "Do you uhm, wanna help me? Shop for groceries?" you asked, feeling your cheeks redden. In all honesty, you just wanted to spend a bit more time with him. His face brightened up at your request though which relieved you, knowing he'd say yes now. Maybe you weren't reading the signals wrong after all. Sometimes self-doubt could be such a bitch. "I'd love too," he smiled, reaching over and taking your cart from you. You bit your lip, hiding a smile as you picked up some of the things you needed. "Look at you all gentleman-y and all," you teased and he let out a small laugh, "Well of course," he pretend curtsied and you laughed loudly at his antics. You stopped and put in some carrots in the cart. "Do you use horrible puns on all of your customers?" you asked curiously, looking over at him seeing him blush at the question, right before a cheeky grin took over his face. "Hey! They're not horrible!" he protested, "Only the really gorgeous ones though," he winked making you blush in turn. "You think I'm gorgeous?" "Hell yeah, so much that I find you very a-peel-ing," he smirked and you snorted, "You're not too bad yourself," you admitted with a grin. "Well thank you! So, how about going on a date with me then?" he bravely asked looking right at you, "Are you leaving the puns at home then?" you retorted and he laughed softly, "Now you're just being un-raisin-able," making you sigh dramatically, "Yes, I would very much like to go on a date with you. Puns and all," you smiled seeing the smile spreading on his face too. "Yeah?" he affirmed and you nodded. He hummed to himself with a grin, "Yeah, you're fun and very charming, I wanna see where this could lead," you admitted and he nodded, "I feel the same about you," he smiled at you and you felt butterflies fill your stomach hearing him say that about you. "Thank you," you said suddenly feeling shy and he noticed, 

"How about tonight?" he asked smoothly, stopping when you did, adding some bacon to your cart, "Tonight works," you said with a grin and he did too now. You felt so relieved and now you were getting excited for tonight, "Yeah? Hang on," he said and you looked at him seeing him pull out his phone and he tapped on it for a moment, before he pushed it into your hands. You added your number into his phone quickly, handing it back. "I get off at 7,"  he said  and you couldn't help but to smirk, "Oh do you now?" you asked sassily and he rolled his eyes, "Well look at you, getting ballsy," he smirked and you giggled with a small blush. "Wouldn't you like to know just how ballsy I can get," you countered and he bit his lip, eyes darkening just a little at the suggestion. "I'm not opposed," he said with a wink and you blushed even more. "Let's get through our date first Casanova," you got out and he chuckled, nodding, "As I was saying," he started with a mock-pointed stare at you, "I get off at 7, how does it work for you?" he asked, "That works for me, I can come by here and we can figure out where to go after that?" you asked a little unsure, looking at him, "Yeah that sounds like a great idea actually. I've got some stuff here so I can shower, so how about you come by here around 7:20?" he pondered and you couldn't help but to just admire his beauty, you nearly forgot what he asked you. "Hm? Oh! Yes, that works for me," you grinned and you saw the smile spread on his face. "I'm really fucking pumped," he said almost shyly and you felt so relieved to hear him say that, "I am too," you laughed softly, both of you making your way to the cash register and he got in behind and checked your things out. The both of you checking eachother out, without saying much, but it felt very comfortable so you didn't mind it. "I'll text you later," he smiled when you were all done and you couldn't help but to smile yourself, "I look forward to it, and to tonight," you blushed seeing his smile get even bigger. You were so excited, that as soon as you left the store you let out a small squeal.                                                     .... You waited outside of the store where Tom told you to. Once you had gotten home you had spent the entire afternoon texting him, the both of you getting to know eachother even more. 

You felt giddy, like you were 15 years old again talking to your first ever crush. You didn't know it was possible to feel so giddy and excited over a date, but what made you feel more reassured was that Tom was equally as excited, you knew it before he said so.   Before you could get too lost in your thoughts, the door opened and Tom walked out, effectively knocking the breath out of your lungs. He looked delicious enough to eat in a pair of dark blue jeans, a snug white t-shirt that showed off the contours of his abs through the shirt and a leather jacket and a baseball cap on backwards. You eyed him up and down licking your lips, not realising that he was doing the very same thing to you. "Well, hello," he smirked reaching over giving you a hug. You melted slightly in his arms and you discreetly breathed in his cologne. He smelled so good, very fresh, you couldn't put your finger on the smell, but it was very much Tom. "Hi," you replied slightly muffled by his jacket, slowly the two of you pulling away ever so slightly and he wasted no time in taking your hand, lacing your fingers together. "You look rad-ishing," he said as you began walking and you let out a groan, "For fucks sake," you said before you burst out laughing, "You look really rad-ishing too," you said giving his hand a squeeze. "Thanks babe," he grinned making your heart race at the pet name he used on you. "What a spud muffin you are," you giggled and he let out a laugh, "Well well, have I rubbed off on you?" he asked cheekily and you grinned, "You wish you could rub one off on me," you said confidently seeing his eyes widen just a smidge before he laughed even more, "We're gonna have a great time tonight, you and me," he promised and all of a sudden you felt anticipation, but for a whole other reason. "I sure hope so," you winked "Well, plans are made, I've oranged everything so let's head to dinner," he grinned and you giggled, 

“Let's go then, but first...I think you should egg-plant a kiss on me," you said shyly. He stopped and turned towards you, his lips quirked up in a wide smile, moving closer to you and you held your breath, watching his every move. Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. 

Your toes were touching and you looked up at him, seeing just how close his face was to yours, his breath falling onto your face and you closed your eyes, your hands resting behind his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. His arms went around your waist, holding you securely against his chest. At first, it was just a gentle brush of his lips over yours before he pulled away, but you used your hand on his neck to pull him in, pressing your lips against his more insistently, your lips locking with his. It felt as though your body was coming alive, little jolts of electricity coursing through your body as the two of you stood on the pavement kissing like there was no tomorrow, all wrapped up in eachother. Slowly, you both pulled away and you opened your eyes seeing him look at you, a small, content smile on his face. "You're so fig-in amazing," he whispered pecking your lips as you started laughing.

[girls-scenarios]

Obvious Love

Idol: Bona (WJSN)

Prompt: could you do a teacher AU where cosmic girl's bona and her gf are teachers and their students start to notice how they act with eachother, so they say things like 'you guys should date'

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Hey everyone! So this was kind of a difficult prompt to write somehow once I actually started on it, so it took longer than I thought. Still, I hope you guys all enjoy!

Bona enjoyed being a high school teacher, she really did. Whenever she told people that she taught high school, they would always be surprised that she enjoyed it. They would be even more surprised when she told them that her girlfriend was a teacher too, at the same school no less. But their surprise always made her laugh, and she was happy with the way things were, so it didn’t bother her.

The two of you had actually started dating before you ended up transferring to the school she worked at out of pure coincidence, and although the two of you had done a good job so far of keeping your relationship a secret from the students, the other teachers knew, and it was only a matter of time before people began to suspect things.

“Good morning (Y/N), Bona,” Exy, one of the math teachers, said as the two of you walked into the teacher’s lounge together with coffee in hand, like you always did. “How are the lovebirds doing this morning?”

“Amazing, thank you,” Bona replied with a smile, used to her coworker’s teasing. “How are you?”

“Great, thanks.” There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she put her coffee down on the table. “I heard something today that made my day even brighter.” You raised your eyebrows as you placed down your coffee and slipped out of your jacket.

“What is it?”

“Apparently Xuan Yi heard something interesting yesterday.”

“She did?” As if on cue, the music teacher came around the corner from the vending machines, and as soon as she saw the two of you standing with Exy, her eyes lit up.

“Did Exy already tell you what I overheard yesterday?” Bona shared a confused look with you as Exy shook her head.

“Nope, I thought you should tell it.” Immediately, Xuan Yi made her way over and confidently sat at the table, looking much to excited for 7am.

“So. I was staying after hours with the piano club, right? And some of the students were talking before we started. I happened to overhear them talking, and one of the girls, Yeojin, was saying that she wrote this fanfiction. And they were all so excited to see it, so I was curious, right? So I stepped closer to hear them, and guess who the fanfiction was about?” Bona was already blushing, and you’d put your hand over your mouth, shocked at her words. Xuan Yi seemed to love this, as her grin grew and she leaned forward. “It was about you guys! They totally ship you!”

“That’s so weird,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “Why would our students ship us?”

“I asked them and they got embarrassed about it, but Yeojin told me that someone saw the two of you talking outside (Y/N)’s classroom and the two of you looked so happy that everyone has started shipping you since. She said that they even compile evidence that the two of you are actually dating.” Xuan Yi laughed and took a sip of her coffee. “These students are scary, honestly. I’m glad I’m dating someone outside the school.”

“This is the weirdest thing to ever happen to me,” Bona said, looking over at you.

“I think it’s pretty cute,” Exy said.

“Are we talking about the students shipping Bona and (Y/N)? Because yes, that’s adorable,” Luda, the science teacher, said as she stepped up to the table, giving everyone a smile. Bona rolled her eyes slightly at her friend, nudging her side.

“Good morning to you too.”

“How is everyone but us aware of this?” You asked, looking around the table at your fellow teachers with crossed arms. Luda shrugged.

“Word travels fast.”

“Plus, I doubt the students would want to tell you guys in person that they ship you. That would be awkward,” Exy pointed out, and Bona sighed, fighting back a smile. The more she thought about it, the funnier it became.

“Honestly, only teenagers,” she said with a small laugh. “We’re going to have to end up revealing our relationship, aren’t we?” You looked at her with a smile and raised eyebrows.

“You think so?”

“Awe, don’t ruin our fun,” Xuan Yi said, standing up and stretching. “Let it play out for a little longer, at least.”

“We’ll see,” Bona said, looking down at her coffee mug as the other teachers began to disburse. You gave her hand a little squeeze, and she returned the favor. It was shaping up to be a long day.

-

Knowing that her students had been shipping her with you behind her back made Bona a little bit more alert as she entered her classroom. Was she really that obvious when it came to you? The two of you hardly even met inside the school, and when you did, it was for lunch in the teacher’s lounge, away from the kids. So how had they started to suspect things? She glanced at the clock as she put her things down on the desk. Only minutes until the bell rang.

With a little sigh, she sat down into her chair and pulled out her phone to take advantage of the last few minutes of freedom. Today, she was going to be more aware of both her actions and the actions of her students. There had to be something tipping them off, right?

-

The first part of the day always passed in a bit of a blur of attendance sheets, intercom announcements, and tired chatter, but soon enough it was time for her first real class other than homeroom, and she straightened her shoulders, watching the kids file in. Yeojin, one of the girls who has apparently been caught with the fanfiction, was in this class, and Bona eyed her carefully as she made her way to her desk. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and she passed back the last assignment and got on with class without so much as a hitch.

Soon enough, the class had ended, and Bona was left bewildered at her desk. How did they know? How were they so perceptive? She had nothing on her desk that would have given her away, such as photos or cards, and she honestly couldn’t remember ever telling the students anything about her love life. None of them had ever asked, either, and she knew you would have probably told her had the kids been drilling you about yours. So how?

She didn’t really have time to think, though, because the next class was already making their way in. Sighing, she put on her best game face and put the questions behind her; it was time to teach.

-

It was nearing the end of the day, and Bona seriously couldn’t think of an answer. The two of you had eaten lunch together, but it had been in the teacher’s lounge, so unless the kids were spying on you there, she really couldn’t think of any evidence.

The whole thing was confusing and amusing at the same time, and the two of you had agreed to discuss it more after school, since Bona was cooking dinner at her place that night. Still, school came first, and the shipping issue had been buried behind confused students and terrible test answers as the day went on.

So Bona wasn’t expecting it when, after the bell had rang, one of the students named Yerim came up to her desk.

“Do you need to ask me a question before you leave?” She asked, smiling at her student. Yerim shifted her backpack on her shoulder and glanced over at her friends, who were standing by the door.

“Well, not really. But I wanted to tell you something.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“You and (Y/N) should date.” Bona felt her mouth drop open slightly, but before she could even think of how to respond, Yerim grinned and stepped away. “That’s all. Have a good day, Ms. Bona.” Bona watched as she turned away, shell-shocked until everyone had disappeared from the classroom. So much for being too shy to tell, huh? A slow laugh built up in her chest as she looked down at her desk, shaking her head in disbelief. She couldn’t wait to tell you about this.

-

“She really said that?” You immediately burst into laughter after speaking, and Bona couldn’t help but join in.

“She did. I was so surprised that I didn’t get to say anything back. But I guess we can say one thing for sure,” she said as she walked over to the table and placed your plate down in front of you, sending you a wink, “we’re shippable.” You burst into laughter again, and she grinned, happy with her little joke as she sat down across from you.

“I guess so,” you said, giggling and bringing your hand up to wipe at your eyes. “Honestly, though, they must be getting info from someone, because the only thing I’e said about you was that we watched a movie together once.”

“Same here, I can’t remember ever giving anything way.” She raised her eyebrows and rested one of her elbows on the table. “I guess we’re just going to have to tell them that we’re dating.” A mischievous twinkle made its way into your eyes, and Bona knew that you had an idea.

“Why don’t we just play it out a little first and see what happens? It’s about time something exciting has happened for the teachers. The last exciting thing was the coffee machine blowing up a few months ago.” The look on your face made her laugh, and she reached out her hand to give you a high-five.

“See, this is why I love you.”

“I’m glad you took Yerim’s advice and dated me.” Your joke sent both of you into giggles, and she intertwined her fingers with yours. As crazy as this all was, she was enjoying it now, and she could see that you were too.

“Things are going to get interesting around here, aren’t they?”

“No kidding. I want to read the fanfiction, honestly. Which one of us do you think is the top?”

“Oh, gross. I don’t even want to think about that.”

[strapcats]

Thicker Than Water (Part 7)

↬ Genre: Gang au, angst, drama, eventual fluff

↬ Pairing: Jeongin x Chan

↬ Word Count: 2,556

↬ Description: Dépaysement- (n.) When someone is taken out of their own familiar world and pushed into a new one.

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Yang Jeongin is a young Busan runaway with a sharp tongue.

Bang Chan is the easily-offended leader of a crime syndicate.

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Part(s) One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven

Chapter Seven

After waking up unhappily, Jeongin was sitting on the kitchen island munching on a bowl of American cereal. He wasn't sure what it was called, since the box had been thrown away, but it was ridiculously sugary and that is all he really cared about. He had an insufferable sweet tooth, and most Korean cereals didn't quite scratch the itch for him. Back in Busan he used to steal bags of Konpeitō from convenient stores when they were in season and eat them in his attic. The sugar crystals always made him happy. He hadn't had any of the Japanese candy in a long time, and now for some reason he almost ached for it.

The members of the clan sauntered out of their rooms one by one as the morning dragged on, saying small morning greetings to Jeongin as they passed. The young Busan boy returned them fondly. Felix came out late, making eyes contact with Jeongin momentarily in a friendly manner before remembering their argument and casting his honey-colored eyes away again. It made Felix’s heart tug with pain and Jeongin’s stomach twinge with betrayal. Chan was the last one to come out of the bed hallway (as usual) and was (also as usual) followed closely by Woojin, both looking disgruntled. Changbin laughed and Minho rolled his eyes at the situation.

Chan's presence was different from most mornings. It was one of dread and discomfort and the rest of the clan cleared out rapidly once they caught whiff of it. Woojin, Chan and Jeongin were the only ones who remained after a beat. Jeongin finished his cereal and placed the empty bowl in the sink before trotting over to Chan and looking slightly upwards at the older male with an expectant gaze.

“Woojin thinks… that maybe… it would be best… if I…” Chan struggled to get his sentence out, he looked very unhappy with the fact that he had to say these words. Jeongin scrunched his nose.

“Is that any way to say 'good morning’, hyung?” Jeongin spoke condescendingly, going up on his tiptoes to make himself eye-level with Chan though he still tilted his head like he was looking up at the older male.

“He said, it would be good to… to… to

take you shopping and get you adjusted to clan life.” BC finally got the sentence out, and Jeongin smiled with surprise. Both at Chan's odd state of being flustered and at his kind request. Woojin looked proud of himself behind Chan, and wandered off back to his room. Jeongin stepped back from Chan a little and blushed faintly.

“Why thank you for the offer, Channie-hyung, that's very kind of you.~” Jeongin spoke to the floor before lifting his head and looking at Chan with big eyes. He wasn't intentionally trying to be cute, but Chan was struggling to stay emotionless in the odd situation. Jeongin couldn't tell. Chan coughed awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Don't take it for granted, kid. I'm not gonna spend a fortune on you.” BC said roughly, looking down at the ground once again. Jeongin smiled.

“I'll go get ready then! Make sure you get something to eat BC!” the bright maknae said cheerily as he walked back to his room, waving Chan off slightly. The older male sighed.

The younger reappeared after about 15 minutes of rifling through Felix’s clothes, the young boy emerged from the white-haired male’s room in an outfit a bit too dressy to just go shopping, but BC wasn’t complaining by any means. The black haired boy wore a very long sweater with a shredded up bottom that reached just above his knees. Its long sleeves covered up his hands and he struggled to keep them pushed up at his wrists. He had on ripped up black jeans and white patent leather doc martin boots to match his white patent leather choker. The young boy looked ridiculous, so stylish just to go to the store, but still Chan couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jeongin.

When Felix, who was sitting on the couch, saw the younger, he spittled out his La Croix that he was sipping, them abruptly tried to cover it up with a couple fake coughs as he wiped his chin. The freckled boy thought he looked ravishing, in every sense of the words, so he quickly averted his eyes and let his blush crawl up his ears in uncomfortable silence.

Chan covered up his awe with an eye roll at the younger’s clothing choice, which made Jeongin smirk. “You’re not too bad yourself BC! Now lets gooooo…” Jeongin complimented and then whined, breaking his cool facade instantly. Chan breathed out heavily in an almost ashamed manner. Jeongin shuffled his feet awkwardly, making Chan tilt his head a little. The youngest member went back and forth between cute, cocky, annoying, and shy in the blink of an eye. I guess that’s the way teenagers are. Chan thought before waving to Woojin and grabbing a pair of keys from a hook by the main warehouse door.

“Lynx and Desert Fox are out!” Chan called as he opened the door to let the pair walk out. He heard a couple or remarks of understanding, so he closed the door behind him before locking it again. The opposite pair walked in painful silence to the garage, which admittedly, Jeongin didn’t know there was one, let alone where it was. Inside there were many expensive-looking vehicles, including multiple Ferraris (in varying shades of red, blue, and even purple), one midnight blue Mercedes G-wagon, and a matte black Audi S3. The keys in Chan’s hand made the headlights of the g-wagon light up when he unlocked it, and Jeongin was floored.

The people that he had fallen in with had enough money to buy all of these cars, and keep them in peak condition. He suspected that the g-wagon was Chan’s personal vehicle, considering it had many more miles on it than Jeongin thought it would, and the way Chan looked in the vehicle. He seemed to belong in it, like he thought it was made for him. Jeongin agreed.

The pair drove in relative silence for quite a ways before pulling into the parking garage of an Ikea. Chan intentionally parked far from the entrance as to not get his car damaged, and so the pair walked into the massive store together. They hadn’t talked much at all and it had been about half an hour since they left the house, so Jeongin was bored.

“Channie-hyung, can I get whatever I want?? I mean, since I have nothing, after all…” Jeongin pouted like a baby as they stopped on the escalator moving upwards. The young boy leaned in a little bit endearingly, causing Chan to lean back, keeping the same distance between their faces. Jeongin batted his eyes a couple times much like a child and Chan rolled his.

“You’ll be getting the bare minimum, Jeongin.” Chan spoke firmly, looking away from the handsome boy as they got off the escalator. Jeongin pouted momentarily but it didn’t last long, as he saw that he wasn’t getting Chan’s attention anymore. They strolled through the showroom, Jeongin pointing out his favorite items and Chan adding them to his growing list of furniture. They made small talk, but not much conversation was flowing. They reached the bedrooms part of the showroom and they sat on a soft loft bed together. Not much was said, but Chan had a feeling like they reached some sort of calm. They were both happy in eachothers company in the simplest way, and they didn’t need to speak. Jeongin smiled, which caused Chan to follow suit, seeing as he was looking at Jeongin out of the corner of his eye.

By the time they made it to the pickup area, Jeongin had an entire notebook page of items to pick up and Chan didn’t complain once. It was surprising to the younger, but he decided not to look his gift horse in the mouth. One black, quilted, queen size bed frame, one queen size mattress, one white nightstand, one white and black dresser, one very large black framed mirror, one night lamp, a couple packs of hangers, two minimalist pastel rugs, and many small trinkets to place around the room was all that was gathered at the end of the trip, and the two boys struggled to carry all of the furniture items out to the car. Then they struggled even more to maneuver them into the expensive vehicle without damaging it or themselves.

Once all was in the car, Chan sighed heavily, then turned to Jeongin.

“Where to now, fox? Do you want some clothes to fill up that 254,000 ₩ dresser?” Chan spoke kindly, almost like he was happy and excited to finally be giving the young boy a livelihood. Jeongin nodded enthusiastically at the proposal, and quickly buckled his seatbelt. Chan chuckled softly at him and Jeongin’s heart warmed at the sound. It wasn’t a harsh condescending chuckle, it was kind of endearing, and it made Jeongin feel like he was being praised, though he wasn’t. Making Chan feel any kind of emotion (and show that emotion) was Jeongin’s main goal, because the man seemed rather unhappy otherwise.

The pair arrived at a large shopping complex, with a couple of expensive name brands, as well as some more affordable shops like H&M and UniQlo. The pair of boys shopped around, finding Jeongin all sorts of clothing, from socks with cacti on them to jeans that were more hole than denim. He also ended up with a rather expensive leather bomber jacket from Gucci, as well as a pair of iconic slides for Jeongin to wear around the warehouse. He finished the day with a whole new wardrobe to challenge Hyunjin’s, and a very tired Chan that was now nearly 9,000,000 ₩ lighter than he was at the beginning of the day. Jeongin was turning out to be  very expensive habit.

The two boys walked back into their home at about 8:00 that night, their hands filled with goodies for Jeongin, after taking multiple trips to truly gather everything they had bought that day. Minho and Hyunjin laughed, clearly the pair had some kind of inside joke regarding the two men who had just arrived home, but neither of the men in question cared enough to ask. Felix and Woojin helped them move everything into Jeongin’s room, and then the four of them got to work on building Jeongin’s furniture.

By 10:00 pm, Felix was gone, adn by 11:00, Woojin was gone too. Chan and Jeongin had finished making The dresser, nightstand, and were now working on the bed frame, which proved to be a nightmare. None of the pieces seemed to fit, but after 3 hours of work, the finally managed to get Jeongin’s whole room put together.

“Woah, Channie, it’s 2 am… We gotta go to bed.” Jeongin said, unintentionally dropping the honorifics due to his exhaustion, and Chan hardly noticed due to his. He nodded and yawned, rolling his neck from side to side to crack the stiff joints. Jeongin caught his yawn and covered his mouth, blinking lazily afterwords. All of Jeongin’s new clothes were in his dresser, his rugs were laid out on the floor, and his bed was completely made, with his large mattress being covered by a dark blue and white pinstriped sheet set, with a black comforter. The younger of the two plopped down on top of it and groaned.

“Hyung, this is so comfy. It so warm and nice, I’ll sleep like a baby on it compared to the floor.” Jeongin rambled lightly, but his comment made Chan’s tired heart twinge with guilt. He felt bad for making the young boy sleep on cement ground for weeks, without anything to help him. It was pretty harsh, considering it wasn’t a punishment, because Jeongin hadn’t done anything. Chan sat down on the edge of the bed cautiously.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that kid, it was pretty fucking rude of me. I’d never put one of my other guys through that, I think felix had a point a couple nights ago when he said I was too harsh…” Chan rambled off in an apologetic manner, really wanting Jeongin to heed his words, since he truly meant them. Jeongin sat up and nodded in understanding.

“I get it hyung. It’s the past, and besides, buying me all this amazing stuff makes up for it tenfold.” Jeongin spoke groggily, with a cute smile as he reached out and ruffled Chan’s already messy black hair. The older swatted his hand away playfully, much like how Jeongin often did towards the other, since their roles were always reversed in this particular situation. Chan smiled back.

Jeongin and Chan had changed into more comfortable clothes much earlier, wanting to make sure that if they did pass out before they finished, at least they would be comfortable. Jeongin was sporting a pair of black sweats and a loose white tee, while Chan offered a similar style with a tight black tee and gray sweatpants. Jeongin’s clothing choices engulfed his smaller frame, while Chan’s enunciated his stark bodily features.

Jeongin yawned once again and swayed a little where he was sitting. Chan chuckled, much like how he had earlier in the car, making Jeongin’s sleepy eyes sparkle with joy. Chan could see it, which made him even happier. He smiled softly at the boy next to him. Jeongin returned it forgivingly before leaning forward and plopping his forehead on BC’s strong shoulder. The older man stiffened at the sudden action, pausing for a beat before cautiously moving his hands to Jeongin’s back to hold him gently. The smaller boy had shifted closer to Chan and his crossed legs were a bit under Chan’s as his leader held him close. Jeongin smiled at the scene.

Chan eventually pushed the smaller boy lightly to move him, and then had him lay down in his new bed. Jeongin seemed both relieved and confused, until Chan laid down next to him and pulled the comforter close around their shoulders. Jeongin nodded, as if he understood the situation perfectly, and then wiggled closer to Chan before. The taller reached to the nightstand and flicked the lamp off, returning to the smaller boy that was laying very close to him. Their arms weren’t wrapped around each other, though Jeongin wished so in his mind. The younger’s arms were curled next to his head, and the older’s were laid under his head. They laid like that in the dark for a little while, before Jeongin broke the comfortable silence.

“Thank you for finding me Chan. I’d be gone without you.” He said before closing his eyes and letting his aching exhaustion take him over and send him off to sleep. Chan’s breath caught in his throat before regaining his composure nodding slightly and reaching with one hand to carefully play with a stray piece of Jeongin’s black hair. He knew it didn’t matter to a sleeping boy, but he felt like he had to be delicate when physically interacting with him, for some odd reason. He closed his eyes as well and whispered a hushed response back to the young member.

“Anything to keep you safe, Fox.”

[leapmore-fallmore-flymore]

Random study abroad memories

-dancing at the club on Rachael’s last night

-standing on the fort at Cahersiveen, looking at the world

-Flo saying he wanted to be the pope’s sugar daddy

-Morgan running into the construction sign in Rome

-getting duped into paying for a string bracelet

-singing in the car in Iceland

-photobombing that couple’s picture in the blue lagoon

-getting the police called for climbing on a photo booth

-that really funny politics class where Ms. McGarry then said I seemed jolly

-colorful buildings

-making an Irish friend, Susie, on the way home from Switzerland

-people speaking to me in Italian or French after I said buongiorno or merci

-being sassy with joe: saying I’ve never bought a house, saying I loved the view of the parking lot, but also answering his questions about America

-doing really well on the Irish oral

-Karol giving me the intermediate Irish book for free and saying I could email him with questions

-Karol seeing me on campus and going “delaney, good!” And me now knowing how to respond

-all the sex references in folklore with Shane (vulva, making butter, mashed potatoes, teenagers)

-just chilling in my bed, warm, with the rain outside, happy in the knowledge that I’m on my own here and I’m doing fine. That the panic attacks are coming but I keep doing things like they’re not even there. Knowing that I’ve traveled the world with friends I never thought I’d be able to make, but also by myself because I’m relentlessly confident and capable. Knowing that I made an initially terrifying place a home that will never leave my heart, and I learned to love everything about it. Knowing that maybe I fall in love with people I barely know, with places I’ll never see again, with moments and with feelings too easily, but it’s okay. This semester was the most exciting of my life, and it helped me grow so much. But every year just gets better, doesn’t it? It will hurt so much to leave, because you’ll miss having classes you legitimately enjoyed, you’ll miss Cork and its beauty and perfect size, you’ll miss the friends you made who became family - you took care of eachother and traveled together and made promises to write postcards and see eachother again someday, you’ll miss the teachers who were kind to you, you’ll miss your gorgeous school that felt more right than OSU, you’ll miss having an apartment of your own in IRELAND, you’ll miss feeling like you were doing something big (but that feeling will come again), you’ll miss feeling that every day is new and exciting (but if you try hard enough, you can do that at home, too), you’ll miss cheap flights to amazing and stunning new countries, you’ll miss Ireland’s beautiful scenery and the knowledge that your ancestors are near you, you’ll miss the burgers, you’ll miss the independence, but you won’t miss that weird meaty sewage smell that comes out sometimes?

-learning to cook pasta and salmon from Ane

-Sophia never changing the toilet paper roll

-hot water only between 6 and noon!

-paying so much for electricity

-putting up ghost lights and then tinsel

-the secret Santa, where you had Ane and Flo had you

-Halloween, where you were exhausted but you had fun putting on makeup with Flo and Rachael, then the amazing parade, then meeting up with everyone, doing your first tequila shot, arguing with a nazi

-being known as the short, young, independent, fearless one who’s not afraid to go alone

-FaceTiming rose, David, Rebekah, Carrie/Alison/Bailey/claire, callie, my family at thanksgiving

-the 8 or 9 hour time difference, depending on where I was, and having to wait til 2 or 3 to start talking to my friends and family at home

-really good salmon!

-st. Finnbarr’s cathedral, your favorite and the most gorgeous building in cork

-standing in the kitchen at any time of day, just gazing out the window at the rolling hills and trees in the distance, or the sprawling city, or the sky, or the trains flying by or creaking to a stop

-awful bus service!

-the peaceful 45 min walk to school every day

-that baffling final that started with a 25 min fire alarm

-watching the vagina show with Ane

-writing my columns and having them turn out so long because I learned so much from the people around me about their cultures and I had so much to say

-the aching sadness that presented around the halfway mark as I realized I’d have to leave this moment in time behind and that things would never be the same

-the amazement that I could’ve been so utterly terrified by the thought of this experience, that my conceptions were completely wrong - that id travel alone mostly and that I’d eat a lot more potatoes and that I’d be having panic attacks all the time

-the panic attacks were less than you expected, happily, but they did start waking you up for sleep, which didn’t happen before

-running around London with Ethan at night and spontaneously going on that spinny ride with the operators who were high on weed

-getting pizza with Morgan at sliced that one time where she just asked a random Irish person what their favorite place to get pizza was

-orchard thieves

-carlsberg is disgusting and Guinness - only mildly better

-making friends with adorable Ben

-covering my room in sticky notes to learn irish

-Sophia always asking what I’m cooking and me always having to answer either pasta or eggs

-chocolate muffin and Innocent juice from UCC cafeteria

-less than great and very personal memory: randomly getting obsessed with Ms. McGarry & her opinion of my and my academics because she’s everything I want to be when I grow up - kind, organized, in control, a strong woman in a position of power, handles questions amazingly, confident walk, gorgeous, nerdy, slightly awkward, impeccable style. But also, realizing that I’m a solid person in my own right and I don’t need her approval. But it still stinging anyway when I felt that she had liked me more at the beginning and less when she got to know me.

-everything about finding the grave. (See fb profile picture)

-arguing with the cab driver about trump

-learning it was pronounced Merchant’s Key and not Merchant’s Quay like it LOOKS

-going to the Christmas market with Ane, getting hot chocolate that was more chocolatey than in America, and then going on the Ferris wheel

-the slight feeling of omnipotency right after takeoff on a plane

-possibly having scabies

-possibly having a sinus infection

-enjoying those gorgeous bus rides through the Irish countryside and wishing they would never end

-that first weekend when you went to Kinsale and Charles Fort by yourself and everything was perfect and peaceful and you realized that everything was going to be okay

-drinking bad limoncello out of my bone mug in Rome

-the selfie stick in Rome

-playing never have I ever in dingle peninsula and not getting to put a single finger down the whole game

-losing my student ID twice, mike finding it the second time

-Morgan coming to hang out with me in the library and then as we’re leaving casually informing me that she’s tripping on acid

-doing so many readings for poverty in one day

-love. Scarf from rose, letter from Rebekah, embroidery from tianna. Then, letters from the Wongs, books from the Kools

-sending postcards and being surprised that it only took them two weeks to get home

-getting the cute €6 sweater from the sketchy open market in Rome and being afraid to watch it

-Morgan pantomiming penis in the word game

-the word game in general

-that first lunch with Emily that wasn’t even awkward

-talking with our friend, the old Irish man at the hostel in Cahersiveen

-biking all over Valentia island, painfully, and then kinda hitchhiking

-almost getting denied the flight to rome because we forgot the visa check

-me bailing on the trip to Edinburgh because my anxiety was too bad

-learning about the O’Sheas of West Kerry being connected to the selkies and the seals

-Prof. O’Machain going “Janey Mack!”

-Joe saying he had good news and bad news, but the bad news was he was gonna let us out an hour early and the good news was he brought sweets

-Anna making me put tea bags on my eyes when I had a cold in Galway

-eating rice pudding and having mulled wine and chugging fireball at Julie’s Christmas party

-making a cake for Sophia’s birthday that somehow turned out okay

-Hard Time Being Alive

-realizing that my cookies cooked so dang fast bc my recipe was in degrees Fahrenheit and the oven was in degrees Celsius

-hearing Sara tell Ane and Sophia that my chocolate chip cookies were the best she’d had, and, the cookies disappearing quickly

-honeycomb ice cream

-letting the soda bread get moldy that first week

-sleeping on the bare mattress the first day because I was too exhausted to get sheets

-wandering around the city searching for food and feeling half dead. Ending up with ice cream and salmon on toast

-going to Powell properties and barely being able to speak out of exhaustion and hunger

-the people smoking weed and the loud music outside the window

-having to ask my roommates to turn down the music

-expensive laundry (€6 total)

-Aaron from next door

-family dinners

-shopping being dangerous because €1 = $1.20

-pronouncing Euro as you-to, you’re grand, thanks a million, that’s craic, you’re very welcome to...., ...like, ...anyway

-rationing my Brooklyn 99 episodes to get me through the first couple of months

-Blarney Castle, where I first joined the group

-Ane telling me that while in Scotland, they talked about how I would’ve been climbing all over everything