#long sigh cus they’re so cute but man it’s sad

[allyallyorange]

Pieces of the past

1) having light magic means entertaining your kid by bringing his drawings to life sometimes! Good distraction from the world falling apart

2) despite everything, Seonghwa still wants them to take care of themselves. More than just surviving, he tries to make Yeosang have as normal of a childhood as he possibly can. Through he stayed away from humans for a long time, he still observed them occasionally, and every now and then Yeosang shares a “normal fact” (such as: haircuts can be refreshing, how a TV works (whenever they find one in a store that still functions), candy isn’t good for you but it tastes good, etc.). Thus. Haircuts can be fun

3) being a kid in the apocalypse is scary! Yeosang is half demon and that’s also scary for him since he didn’t really understand that. He didn’t even know he was a demon at all, only that people are afraid of him. Luckily Seonghwa has never been afraid of him and is there to reassure him he’s not evil. Yeosang already lost his family, being separated from Seonghwa for even a minute is very upsetting for the kid

Master Post for Adventure Time AU here~

[neokollection]

Their S/O Has Small Breasts & Is Insecure (M)

WayV

A/N: Ten’s was in the original NCT 127 post, here! I changed his a bit! ALSO WinWin’s is still there, if you want to read a diff one for him lol Situation is basically you’re dating them. ‘Semi-Mature’ situations because... B O O B S

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Kun:

He loved listening to your heartbeat, the steady rhythm enrapturing his attention. He found himself subconsciously grinning as he shifted closer, his soft cheek pressing further against your blouse.

“Kun,” you whined slightly, wanting to shift away in the sheets, but also enjoying the sensation of the closeness.

If your ears could tinge pink, they’d be glowing. You felt quite embarrassed about your chest, having a small size you worried he would also take more notice to it being so close. 

“What are you thinking?” 

Your heartrate had increased, pounding against your chest, intriguing Kun.

“Nothing-” you replied, attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible.

Kun pulled away, his face nuzzling against your own, his hand sneaking under the hem of your blouse. The cold sensation caused you to shudder, his palm cupping your breast as he felt your heartrate.

“Your heart is racing,” he informed, his eyes sparkling.

“What’re you doing?!” you whined, shifting under his hold, his bare skin upon your own making your escape attempt weak.

Knowing your insecurities, he knew exactly why you became anguished each time he came into contact with your chest.

“You’re so cute,” he whispered, trailing gentle kisses to your ear as he switched his attention from your heart to your chest, giving a gentle grope, the soft surface of his palm rubbing your perked nipple causing you to let out a breathy sigh.

Ten:

“Let me see!”

“No!”

“What’re you being shy for now?!” Ten bickered, fighting to pull your fists from your chest, your bikini top accentuating your rather small assets.

With a sigh, he sat back, straddling your hips with a challenging gaze. With sudden vigor he leant forward, face falling to the crook of your neck as his hands tickled your sides, the pool chair scraping upon the concrete momentarily. Giggling, you tried to swat him away, but he caught your hands, pinning them aside your head in triumph.

“Wait!”

His head snapped from the crook of your neck to your pleading gaze.

“Don’t look...”

“Why?” baffled, by how flirtatious you were being before, your teasing winks and playful smiles in the pool now traded for reddening cheeks and shy glances. His brows knit together in confusion as to why you were now shy, his lips pulling into a smile of amusement.

“Just don’t-” you whined... “They’re small and...”

“Mine are too,” Ten jested, trying to make you giggle again.

However, seeing as you didn’t giggle as he expected, he let his fingers intertwine with your own romantically to give a reassuring squeeze.

“If you don’t want me to I won’t,” he promised before releasing your hands.

WinWin:

(WW has another scenario under my 127 reaction, it’s more of being in a new relationship type situation, this one is more of a you’ve been dating for a while)

“They’re quite small aren’t they-” you were talking to yourself rather than your preoccupied cutie, Sicheng.

His gaze flickered up from his phone, to your mirror image, lips pursing as you turned side to side to inspect the new top you’d gotten earlier that day.

“Maybe I should get a boob-job...”

You heard a disgruntled sound from the man in the corner, giving a shake of his head with his thick brows knit together.

“I didn’t think you were actually listening,” you teased slightly, giving yourself a once over in the mirror.

He stretched a long leg, the toe of his sock wiggling against your ankle, bidding your attention. He wore a pout, something he often did when he wanted something. He placed his phone to the side as he shifted against the wall he was leaning on.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable on the floor?” you asked with a small smile as you stepped closer.

He made ‘grabby’ hands as you, reaching up to open and close his fists several times.

“What?” you cooed at his cute antics.

Once you were within reach, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you down to him. You bent at the waist, face level with his own. Unsatisfied, he pulled you in further until with an ‘oof’ you were collapsing into his lap, though he seemed unfazed by the small tumble. He wrapped himself around you, caging you in with his long legs and arms, peppering pecks wherever he could reach between your giggles.

Lucas:

You were hardly paying attention to the movie playing on your laptop, snuggled with Lucas in bed, your cheek pressing against his strong shoulder as you occasionally snuck glances at his profile.

“Oh-” Lucas made a sound, smiling at the screen for a moment as the female lead came out of the shower in just a towel, her breasts quite impressive to your own.

Immediately, he looked at you, his smile fading. It was as though he’d purposely done something to get himself in trouble, looking to you immediately for a response or reaction like a disobedient puppy, expecting you to cover his eyes or scold him. You opened, but shut your mouth, not having the energy to shame nor scold him. Worried he’d made you upset, his long fingers tapped the space bar, pausing the movie, shifting your laptop from his lap to the side of the large bed. You’d gotten comfortable in your spot, emitting a small groan. He rolled over, wrapping himself around you, smothering your face with his massive chest, his scent overwhelming.

“Loo- cus...” you mumbled, muffled by him as your hands fisted his shirt.

He hummed in response, the deep sound reverberating through your whole being.

“What’re you doing?” you drawled out, although not expecting an actual answer.

“I don’t want to watch the movie anymore,” he informed, followed by a deep inhale of your scent. 

idk how to explain this, I think he’d either be super direct like ‘yours are great too!!’ or super indirect about it and just showing his love-

XiaoJun:

XiaoJun had his own insecurities, especially about his size- Compared to giants like Lucas he felt thin and skinny, determined to stick to his workout regimen- That being said, he was also aware of your insecurities, but this was the first time the two of you were being so open to each other about them. The clock beside the couch reach 3:04 AM, the gummy worm dangling from your fingers making him chuckle as you threw it at him.

“I don’t know,” you began, your pout deepening, “I just feel insecure about it- I know you shouldn’t compare yourself to others and all, but I can’t help it-”

“I understand,” he spoke up, toying with the bottle cap at his cross-legged feet.

“Sometimes I,” you paused, “I feel like a child rather than a woman...”

“No-” he retorted, his brows scrunching together with a face of sadness.

He didn’t want you to feel any less than you were. He thought for a moment, if you would let him he’d like to make you feel like a woman.

“I’ve never thought that way about you,” he replied, scooting closer, “You’re so beautiful- Seriously!”

Hendery:

“You think they’re small?”

“I mean,,,” you quirked a brow, “They are-”

Hendery made a disgruntled face, any other time you would have giggled, his wide eyes boring into your own-

“They’re perfect,” he retorted.

His sudden compliment made you break away from his gaze, attempting to hide your grin as he reached for the lingerie on the hanger, ignoring the stares of those passing.

“Try it on,” he urged, his expression serious.

“It won’t look good,” you argued in a hushed tone, taking the hanger from him in attempt to hang the item back on the rack.

He pulled the hanger out of reach, his frown deepening.

“I’ll be the judge of that-”

“Hendy-” you sighed (srry that’s the nickname I call him, I think it’s cute, okay-)

“Please,” he pouted, switching tactics, his bottom lip puffed out.

Giving in, you took the item from him.

“You’re gonna look so hot,” he exclaimed with a loud giggle, beaming.

YangYang:

“No-” you whined, wallowing in your bed, phone to your ear.

“But I’m outside your apartment...”

“But I’m comfy in bed,” you drawled.

“But I miss you,” he retorted.

“It’s too much work,” you lied, scrambling out of bed, “I’m my pajamas-”

“So?”

“I don’t have a bra on or-”

“Well, you don’t need one anyway, right?”

Ouch. Sometimes he said things that he really shouldn’t- Even more painfully so, although it was a joke, he’d remain quite oblivious to how it hurt others until someone was giving him the silent treatment or crying.

You’d been in the process of pulling on a pair of socks- Even though he’d showed up unannounced, it wasn’t completely abnormal for him to do so- And although you teased him, claiming you were already comfy in bed, in a minute you would race down to him. The line was quite for a few moments.

“Shit- I’m sorry,” he began, his tone lowering, “I was just kidding, but I shouldn’t-”

“It’s fine,” you assured, you knew how he was, and technically he wasn’t wrong.

“No,” he fought back, “It’s not fine... I don’t know why I said that-”

The line was silent again for a few moments, neither of you knowing what to say next.

“Are you at the front? I’m um, coming down now-”

He’d give you so much love and would not even hold your chest size against you This is just a fake scenario so like don’t think badly of him!

[myeverythingisyourstruly]

Willy x female reader

Warnings: language 

The sun was scorching hot, the nectar-rich flowers were in full bloom, scattered with colorful butterflies, and school was out, which only meant one thing - summertime had officially begun.

You were on break from college and at home with your family. Although you liked being back home with your loved ones, you didn’t necessarily want to be around them all day, so you decided to get a summer job.

Your mom had informed you the community pool near your house was always looking for “helpers” so you went over to check it out.

The pool area was surprisingly deserted except for one person, a man, who was laying on one of the fold out chairs, scrolling through his phone.

He had black ray-bans on and didn’t seem to notice you approaching.

“Excuse me,” you said. “Are you hiring for the summer?”

“Oh shit,” he jumped in his seat and pulled off his sunglasses. “I didn’t see you there. Uhh, yeah, we are. What kind of experience do you have?”

“Um, well I’ve worked on campus before and-”

He laughed. “I’m just fucking with you, the job is yours if you want it.”

“Oh cool,” you smiled. “So what exactly would I be, like your assistant? I mean you are the manager right?”

“Yeah,” he sat up and stuck his hand out. “Willy.”

“Y/N” you accepted the handshake.

“By the way,” he stood up at his full height, and wow was he much taller than you realized. “You’re not an assistant, there’s no assistants around here, you’re just an employee of mine. Okay?”

“Got it.” you nodded. “So where is everyone?”

“The pool doesn’t open until 12.”

You checked your phone -- 11:32 AM

“Okay, well, I’ll just hang around until it’s time to work I guess.”

“Actually, I have something you can do.” Willy walked over to his small office space and you followed.

The place was a mess to say the least. There were papers scattered everywhere, blankets and a pillow thrown in the corner, and evident coffee stains plagued the desk. 

Yuck.

“You can organize these papers for me and put them in the filing cabinet.” Willy picked up one of the papers and wiped the stickiness from the coffee on his shorts. “So this is for people who want to rent out lockers, you get their name and number and blah blah blah, you get it right?”

You nodded silently, stunned that he wasn’t phased by the filthiness you two were standing in. “So I’m supposed to do all of this by myself?”

“Yeah!” he exclaimed, a little too happily. “You seem like the over-achiever, perfectionist type so I’m sure you’ll do fine. Good luck.” he patted your shoulder and walked away.

“Jerk,” you muttered.

“What was that?” he turned around with a smirk.

“N-nothing.”

* * * *

After working at the pool for a few weeks, you were starting to wonder if the extra money was even worth it. You weren’t the only one who worked there but somehow you always ended up doing the majority of the work while everyone else sat back and chilled.

It was partially your own fault for putting up with it and you had an idea of how this job was going to be considering your first day. You had walked up and down the pool aisles, keeping an eye on all the children and their activities, while Willy, who was supposed to be the manager, was chatting with friends. He called you over and embarrassed you by saying, “You don’t need to monitor the kids so hard. Take the stick out of your ass and relax.” You turned away, trying to cover your blush as his friends cackled.

On the bright side of things, the children were well behaved for the most part and you didn’t have any problems with them. Although, there was that one kid that was caught humping the pool noodle.

You were pretty close to quitting until you started noticing a really hot guy appearing at the pool every other day with his little brother. He had beautiful blonde hair that shimmered in the sun and his body was the type of picture you’d hang up in your room as a poster to drool over. Truthfully, you felt he was way out of your league, but that didn’t stop you from flaunting around in your bathing suit, showing a little extra skin at times. 

When you finally got the courage to speak with him, you found out his name was Jason and he was in college too. There were times when you even felt like he was flirting right back at you, which was a total surprise but you played it cool.

Today for example, you were talking to Jason about a band the two of you loved and he was hinting at taking you to one of their next concerts.

“They’re actually going on tour next month and I bet they’ll come here. Have you seen them live?”

“Oh my god, no, but I’d love to. Are you going?” you batted your eyelashes.

“Definitely, but there’s one problem though. I don’t have a date.” his eyes flicked down to your chest.

“You know, I’ll be here the rest of the summer and I would love to-”

Splat!

You gasped at the impact of a huge water balloon hitting the side of your face, drenching your entire chest, and the water was dripping down into your shorts.

Someone was attempting but completely failing to cover up their snickering. You looked up to see Willy covering his mouth as his shoulders bounced up and down.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, eliciting another breathy laugh. “I didn’t mean to hit your face like that, I swear.”

“That’s it.” You marched over to the bucket of water balloons and picked up a few before throwing them at Willy, who was running away to the other side. 

You missed the first two times but on the third try you got him right in the crotch, which made it look like he pissed himself. Everyone laughed, including Willy, and soon some of the other kids joined in to completely soak their friends in water.

By the end of it, almost everyone was a mess. You looked around to see destroyed balloons all around the pool, some floating in the water as well, which was a funny sight. They looked like tattered colorful condoms.

Once the pool closed down for the day, It was time to start cleaning up but thankfully Willy stayed behind to help. You reflected on the water balloon fight and how it had all started, which made you walk over to Willy with a question in mind.

“Why did you throw that water balloon at me when I was talking to Jason?” You stood over him while he squatted to pick up pool toys, his back facing you.

“Cus’ I’m a jerk, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, but you could’ve struck at any time and yet you chose to do it when I was with Jason. Why?”

He sighed, stood up, and turned around to face you.

“Look, y/n, I know you like Jason but he’s a player. He does the same thing to a bunch of other girls.”

“And how would you know?” You asked with an attitude, crossing your arms.

Willy huffed out a laugh but there was no humor behind it. “Because I’ve seen him do it the past couple of summers. Trust me, he only wants to get in your pants.”

Willy walked away but you followed. It was petty, but you didn’t want him to have the last word.

“Why should I trust you?”

He stopped once again to look at you. “As much as I piss you off sometimes, I still don’t wanna see you get hurt. You don’t deserve that.”

You slowly uncrossed your arms, letting your defenses down. For some reason you did actually trust what Willy was saying but you didn’t exactly want him to know that.

“Well,” you sighed. “Thanks for telling me.”

“No problem,” he said with a sort of apologetic smile.

From that day on you avoided talking to Jason. You still remained cordial and would greet him if you two made eye contact but you kept it strictly platonic and didn’t make any moves to approach him. The sad part about it was Jason didn’t even seem to notice, and if he did, he just didn’t care enough to confront you about it.

It was your day to be on lifeguard duty. All the kids were screaming and laughing, having themselves a great time, until a loud cry broke through. You sprung off your chair to see a little boy had fallen on the concrete, scraping his knee in the process. Willy had made it to the kid before you did and was helping him to calm down.

“Hey, could you get the first aid kit out of my office?”

“Sure thing,” you rushed over to grab the kit and brought it back to Willy. You noticed the kid wasn’t crying anymore, but in fact was smiling.

You watched as Willy cleaned up the blood, disinfected the scrape, and patched him up with a cool Iron Man band-aid.  Quite frankly, It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen him do.

Wait, since when do I find Willy cute? 

The way he handled the situation was so sweet. You had never seen Willy be so attentive, calm, and confident. When he was done, he stood up and stretched, his shirt lifting just enough to see exposed skin. Your eyes glanced down, trailing the line of hair that led to his-

No. No. No. I’m not doing this.

You looked up to see Willy was already looking at you.

Crap.

“You okay?” He seemed to be genuinely concerned, which made you feel even more embarrassed.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 

He shrugged. “Just asking.”

You didn’t really know how else to respond so you just awkwardly walked away, hoping he wasn’t watching you.

I do not like Willy. I definitely don’t have a crush on him. Nope, not this girl.

Your mind betrayed you that night when you dreamt of Willy going down on you.

You couldn’t make direct eye contact with him for the next two days.

The rest of the month was torture. It seemed like every little thing he did now was sexy and the worst part about it was he didn’t even realize the effect he had on you. It got so bad that your stomach would flip flop whenever he would grace you with a smile, which most times wasn’t even because of anything you said, but just seeing him smile over dumb shit was doing it for you.

It all came to a boil when the two of you were the last ones at the pool. It was evening time so the pool had long been closed, but you stuck around to clean up and Willy had mentioned a schedule change he wanted to go over with you.

“So since Summer is coming to an end we’re gonna open up the pool an hour earlier and I was thinking you could hmph-”

You connected your lips to his, fast and hard, as if there was an immediate need to release all of the pent up energy you had inside. The kiss was cut short when he gently pulled away from you.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m...kissing you?” You hated the way it came out sounding like a question instead of a statement.

“Yeah, no shit,” he laughed. “But why? I mean, what about Jason?”

“Jason is a player like you said,” you sighed. “And I don’t want to be with someone like that.”

Willy smirked. “So you admit I was right.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I guess so.

“And now that Jason is out of the picture you think you like me?” he teased.

“Yes, I mean no! Ugh,” he was making this way harder for you and you didn’t know whether to be pissed or turned on. “I’ve liked you for a while now,” you admitted as a blush crept upon your cheeks. “You just didn’t notice.”

There was a gleam in his eyes. “I notice a lot more than you think I do.”

You blushed even harder.

“Listen,” you stepped a little closer to him. “I don’t want you to think you’re second to Jason, I really do like you. I mean I even had a sex dream about you!”

His eyebrows raised.

“I like you because even though you annoy the shit out of me, I still find myself laughing when I’m around you and you’re so great with the kids and you’re so cu-”

He leaned down to silence you, cupping your face with both hands.

“You talk too much,” he stated quietly.

“One of my many talents,” you joked, earning a smile in response.

“And fuck, I like you too. A lot.”

He dove back in to give you the kiss you had imagined the first time around, the kind that makes you feel a little dizzy, as if you’re floating in the air. Warmth spread through your belly like lava slowly seeping out of a volcano.

You sighed when he pulled back for room to breathe.

“What are we going to do when I go back to school?”

Smiling softly, he placed some of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t even worry about that, kid. We’ll figure it out.”

He leaned in, as if he were going to kiss you again, but dodged your lips to whisper in your ear. “So tell me more about that dream you had.”

@mediocre-megs @3tothe1 @fightingevilbymoonlight13 @damien-kaspbrak

[deadlyaffairs]

I love you

This is part of my lil challenge, where I am challenging myself to write for seven days straight. Pray for me.

Prompt: We’re roommates and you make me so mad! But I love you.

Words: 2,089 (honestly didn’t feel like that)

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader, Roommates!AU, Musicians!AU

A/N: Inspired heavily by Burlesque, or well more importantly the friends-to-lovers, roommates with angst but ultimately fluff trope! That was long to write lol. Also, I know I said the second one-shot was coming out later today, but that was before the idea struck me and it kinda feels good to be caught up since technically I was already behind on my challenge. Hope this makes up for it and hope you ENJOY!

It was late at night when Ben awoke to the sound of the flat’s door being opened and gently shut. He had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you but would never admit that.

Around mid-day, Ben is sitting at the island laptop opened and writing some lyrics. He looks up and smiles at you as you walk through after unlocking the door. “You got home pretty late. Quite unusual.” He says taking his bottom lip between his fingers guarding his face.

You glance at him, your body heating up in embarrassment. Your heart beating rapidly as suddenly the feelings you’ve been having for Ben begin to surface. “Oh yeah, sorry, I-I well I sort of met up with that one guy... Landon. The one who's been coming into the club lately.”

“Landon that prick?”

You watched Ben fight to look at you longer than necessary. You looked at your feet in light sadness. However, your eyes were ready to bug out of their sockets when you remembered the flashy shoes Landon had left you at rehearsal.

When you looked up, Ben was typing at the computer, trying to put you at the back of his mind. You squared your shoulders suddenly angry at his comment and dropped your keys onto the key foyer and practically stomp to your bedroom.

“New shoes?” Ben asks just as your about to shut your door. You look back at him. His eyes are still trained on screen and his fingers are still moving. But you hear the word he mutters. “Classy...”

At that, you feel your blood boil, and your chest is rising and now your body is filled with anger. You huff and slam the door hard enough to resonate against the wall it was on but, not hard to cause a disturbance.

A few days later, you’ve still been ignoring Ben. It’s been four days of silence from your end that Ben is angry at you being angry at him.

“You know ‘s only one reason why reason a bloke buys women shoes ya?”

You glare at him as you shut your bedroom door. You walk out in a small number you only bring out to really make some people mad. The v-line plunged down to highlight the valley of your chest, your skin was practically glowing in the faint light of the flat’s terrible lighting. The dress was tight-fitting and stopped a little higher on the thigh. The silk material was silver and the flashy shoes you were given tied together beautifully.

“So what if I’m getting a little male attention?”

“It’s a bit more than a little ya?”

“Not from anyone that matters.” You mutter not looking back to gauge his reaction. You’ve said what you’ve said, there was no taking it back or fixing it.

For Ben, it was a blatant jab at him. At his feelings. They had both been playing a game of cat and mouse. Not knowing they spent too much time switching between the two to realize neither were getting any catching done.

The two of you spent more days ignoring each other. Staying in your room or Ben staying in his. Avoiding each other around the rest of the flat. You decided to start spending your days with Landon, getting to know him, doing things like going out to eat, watching movies. You liked going out, but you couldn’t help but feel hollow inside your chest because at every moment you could, you spent it picturing Ben. Doing these things with you and not Landon.

The next night you get home late, all the lights except the kitchen one are off. You furrow your brows and walk inside. You see no faint glow of light under Ben’s bedroom door and sigh, biting your lip you go to your room, you undress and get ready for bed.

A few hours later you woke up to noises that sounded blurred with the door shut, but you knew better. Ben was doing it on purpose, pressing the highest setting of the blender. You groan and rise out of your warm bed, feeding exactly into what he wanted, to rile you up. 

“Ben... Ben... Ben... Jones!” You say over the noise of the blender. Ben is making what appears to be one of his many shakes. He stops only when you call him Jones because He can’t help but love that you’re one of few who actually still call him by his last name, his real one.

“Goodmorning love, sleep well? Shake?”

“No... a little peace and quiet would be lovely.”

Ben presses the blender, giving an unspoken reply. You squint your eyes at him.

“Really now?” You go to ask but Ben again presses the button on the blender the noise returning. You purse your lips and turn around ready to go back to ignoring him, you’ve taken three steps but face him once more “Christ Ben! What is your problem? You’re acting like a fucking prick!”

“It’s not just me ya? You know at the club, we’re like a family, we look out for each other.”

“Right, like Lucy and Rami, Joe.”

“Ya? What about Landon eh? He looks out for you? y/n? He can make things happen for you.”

“He’s a good man, a smart one at that. He goes for what he wants.”

“In the end, it’s about the choices you make love,” Ben says as he stands in front of you, shake long forgotten. He stares you down for a moment before walking off towards his bedroom.

“Oh that’s genius, you’re a bartender/ drummer who writes songs that are never ready.” You say without really wanting to but angry at him for coming at you the way he has. 

Ben slowly stops and turns to you, “Alright, I see then.” He shuts the door behind him and you exhale deeply, shutting your eyes.

Ben and you ignore each other. It doesn’t last long, a day and a half. But it was enough to get your skin to crawl, what you had to say constantly eating at you.  Naisa, a girl from the club where Ben and you worked was getting married and you both had been invited, Ben wasn’t wrong, at the club you all were like family.

You wore a simple red dress, it was long sleeve but was off the shoulder. It stopped right above the knee and you paired it with your tan heels. The makeup was simple, you never truly cared to get doll up yourself, but heavy makeup came with the job. You wore a similar shade of red on your lips.

You arrived later than Ben, he was home for the first part of you getting ready but when you walked out completely finished he was gone, had he been for long? You didn’t know.

At the reception for the wedding you tried to look for the blond but to no prevail. You had caught him briefly at the ceremony. He sat a few rows in front of you. You about given up trying to find him when you reached the bar. 

“A shot of tequila please.”

“Two please.”

You glanced at your side and saw Ben, who was clearly already feeling a little bit drunk.

“Looking lonely there Ben.” You say

“Liberated, questionable. Libated, definitely. Lonely? No, not lonely. Never lonely. Cheers” Ben says smoothly.

Your chest pings at that, was that supposed to hurt as much as it did? Was that meant for you? You scoff and faced away from him.

“Clink!” Ben says and downs the shot. You fight the giggle that makes its way out, downing your own shot.

Ben nudges you and is suddenly in your space. “Love are you still mad at me? Cus..” He slurs just a bit before picking himself back up. Completely in your face now, which you're sure is red from how hot it feels. “Cus if you are... bring it on baby.”

“Are you drunk?” You ask even though you know the answer. You want him to realize how drunk he is acting.

Just as you ask the DJ plays Bruno Mars’ Calling All My Lovelies. “I love this song!” Ben shouts standing and giving the DJ and look.  You walk away since he is not paying attention to you anymore.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ben says as he grips your arm pulling your body back into his. To stop yourself from hitting him too hard you put your hand to his chest as you’re pulled back into him. You can feel his body warmth and remove your hand.

He has his arm under yours and his free hand grabs the one you’ve lowered. “I need to apologize to you.”

“What for.”

He gives you a look, and even now it still takes your breath away, how he can simply look that good? How can he make your blood boil, but get you weak in the knees?

“For being a prick.”

“You were.”

“I was.”

“Mm-hm.”

He smiles at you but it falters just slightly before he asks “Why are you here alone?”

You look up at him, his eyes the brightest green you’ve ever seen. You step just a little closer to him. “Do I look alone to you?”

His smile slowly makes its back to his features before he dips you, changing the mood drastically. Later that night you two are stumbling through your flat. The reception and day over with. You fall onto the couch and kick your feet up.

“My feet are killing me! Please take off these shoes Ben.”

He follows you to the couch and yanks at the heel. You laugh as he fumbles with one. “I got it, oh whoa, whoa, aha!” He says once they’re both off.

Your laughter dies down after the good show you received. You look up at him, you hope your eyes are saying everything you can’t bring yourself to say. Ben too, watches you, he’s standing over you and from this angle he can’t stop picturing you underneath.

“Good night.”

“Night.”

Ben walks to his bedroom, shutting the door. You sigh and sit on the couch for a bit. You rub your neck as you try to stop your thought from going back to Ben. However, your thoughts are cut short when Ben’s door opens and he stands there in a blue sheep pajama set. You laugh at it.

“Cute.”

“Mum got em, thank you.” He walks out to the front door. Locking it. He turns to you “Forgot to lock the door.”

You nod. “Got it?”

The lock makes a noise as he twists it once again, Ben’s green eyes find yours and you want to do nothing more but dive into them. “Good,” he says. He walks to his bedroom, pauses and looks at you, “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Ben shuts his door and you barely had time to blink before it is ripped open with his shirt gone. “Back again?” You ask with a smile.

“Water... don’t need a nasty hangover in the morning.”

“Right.”

Ben walks to his room once more, he stands in the doorway looking at you. “Good night, again.” He smiles, shutting his door.

“Night... again,” you say to yourself and begin taking your jewelry off. You've turned away from Ben’s door, not being able to see.

It’s opened once more and you laugh quietly to yourself not bothering to look at him, continuing with tugging the jewelry off.

“I think I’m hungry. Yeah... I’m a bit famished.” He walks past the couch to the kitchen and you have to look twice to make sure you saw what you did. His bare ass. You cover your face as laughter rakes through your body.

“Jones!” you peek through your fingers, “Your! It’s...”

He holds out a box of cookies, “What is so funny?” He moves away from the island looking down and using the box to cover his manhood. “Oh, well, I never.” He says in his best southern American accent. 

You continue to laugh, shielding your eyes but also giving in and opening your eyes a few times. He walks over to the couch. He stands over you for a moment. “Want a cookie?” He says normally as he shakes the box, his body is red which tells you he is nervous. You bite your lip, almost taking the bait. He shrugs and walks off. 

“No? Well if you change your mind... you know where they are.” He sends you a wink before shutting the door with his leg and one hand.

You watch and watch. The door remaining shut longer than you hoped. His light also turns off. The smile leaves your face and you begin to grab your things, ready to head to your bedroom. The door to Ben’s door opens slower this time and you look up, not shielding your eyes because let's face it, you knew him too well.

He walks out of his bedroom and he’s dressed in his usual sleep attire. Sweats and no shirt. You chew your bottom lip and you open your mouth to say something but he stops you with his lips. The kiss feels like it was always meant to. A secret told... a promise kept. It was slow, everything felt like it went slowly when the skin of his lips melded against yours.

Ben pulls away and you’re both silent, breathing, tired of waiting. The kiss ignites something in the two of you.

“I love you.” You say and although Ben curses himself for not saying it first, he doesn’t stop himself from saying it back.

“I love you too.”

TAGLIST:  @fallingprincess​

LOVE YOU <3

[bethanystan]

Newbie | Part 1

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: DON’T STEAL, STEALING IS BAD

Summary: After a run-in with the police, the reader’s life gets turned upside down, more so than usual.

A/N: FIRST EVER COLLAB WITH MY QUEEN @aseasyasdeanspie! Message me if you want to be tagged!

Word Count: 1700+

 Masterlist

London, England, 2016

 “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” I took a deep breath, quickly trying to find a way out of my situation.

I could run. But I’d never be able to get away from trained policemen with a bleeding leg. I had to think fast, but my mind was blank. This really wasn’t how I expected this little stunt to go. Far from it actually. In truth I thought driving a car would be a lot easier, they make it look easy in movies!

 This whole escapade was never really meant to go so far. I was getting moved care homes. From London to Glasgow because I was getting too old for the home I was in now. I’m not saying I love the home I’m in at the moment, but London is my home. I’ve never lived anywhere else and it’s where my Mum died. If I moved away, I would be leaving her behind.

Angry with the world and their incessant need to bring my unhappiness, I decided to go on a little rebellion. At first, it was just going to be graffiti. But as I approached Hatton Garden, a new idea came into my head. I walked into the first jewellery store, eyeing up all the flashy expensive necklaces and rings. Every inch of this place represented everything I hated right now. The people in here had everything while there were kids like me being pushed from place to place because nobody could give two shits.

 Once I got to the counter, the assistant glared over once before returning to a client on the other side. The diamonds were practically calling out for me when I grabbed them. An alarm went off and I was out.

 Security guards followed but I managed to get away. I needed a quick escape and spotted a parked Bentley, the surprised driver jumped out as soon as I opened the door, leaving the keys inside. It worked for a while, but as police began to show up and I drove faster I began to lose control until I swerved to avoid a family and hit a wall. Where I am now.

The sirens were close now. I could see the lights and it was far too late to do anything now. I clutched the necklace, stuffing it down my bra and sat, awaiting my fate. Two policemen ran over, three dogs and another gang of policemen following quickly behind.

 “Get out of the car with your hands up!” One policeman shouted. I might as well comply, knowing that I’d be better off handing myself over, I’m only 15. I could just pull out the waterworks and I’d be let off with a warning. I push the dented door open, lifted both my arms up and limped out of the smoking car. “Put your hands up!”

 “What do you think I’m doing you twat,” I muttered. Two officers pursue me and forced my hands behind my back.

 “You’re under arrest.”

 “Ah shit.”

 Five hours. Five hours of being questioned over, five hours of complete and utter boredom. I didn’t have a lawyer, I had nobody. I was royally screwed.

 “Now Y/n, I’m gonna ask you again, why did you steal the necklace?” This guy was so close to my face I could see every individual nostril hair he had. Jesus. It’s like a forest up there.

 “Have you ever thought about plucking your nostril hairs? I know a really good salon which gives pensioners a 50% discount, you’re welcome.” I winked. He was not amused. Though his partner seemed to be.A knock on the door, A woman walked in, wearing the beige-est pantsuit known to mankind. She walked up to nostril hairs and whispered something in his ear. The man frowned but didn’t object to whatever she’d said.

 “You have a visitor.” She said, smiling kindly at me. My confident persona dropped slightly, my jaw clenching in confusion. If it was my social worker I was done for, Lord knows what he’d say about this. However, I hadn’t seen him in six months and last I heard he was in France with his fiancee.

 Nervously, I watched the door not listening to what the lady was telling me at all.The door opened again, a figurehead stood in front of me, someone who I definitely didn’t expect, not in a million years. My jaw dropped.A man in a smart suit walked in a smartphone in his hand and sunglasses covering his eyes. He had an air of extremely cool and confidence surrounding him. He chuckled. Lowering his glasses slightly, giving me a once-over.

 “Holy shit! You’re Iron Man?” I gasped, barely believing my own eyes.

 “Tony Stark. You can just call me Tony.” He held his gloved hand out to me,I shook it, still in absolute awe. “Let me take it from here,” He spoke now to the two others in the room. Reluctantly, Nostril-hairs left, glaring between Tony and the woman as he left. The woman smiled, and left, closing the door behind her. We were alone.

 “You really Tony Stark?”

 “Absolutely!”

 “Look, I’m amazed you’re here but, why? You’re, like, a superhero. What are you doing in my questioning?”

 “I’m gonna get you outta here, kid,” I tilted my head slightly.

 “But why?”

 “I need you,”

 “Need me? What, did you want the necklace I stole cus I gave it to the-”

 “No, I need your help on my team. You’re exactly the kind of person I need,”

 “Your team? Your team as in the Avengers? ‘Cus I’ve seen them on TV and they’re awesome,”

“Well, thank you, but don’t worry about it. I’ll explain it all after we get you out of here okay? When they ask you if you know me just smile and nod, I’ve already signed you out of that care home so you can just leave with me. If you want to that is,”

 “Yeah, I mean yes of course. Thank you!”

 “No problem,”

 “But all I know is basic combat, and that was only after a few scraps. Why am I specifically what you need?”

 “I have a gut feeling that you’re special, kid.”

 While I was still not entirely convinced, I did exactly what he said. The woman came back, Laura I learned her name was, Tony talked to her for a while then I was let go. With only a warning too! I had no idea what Tony did but whatever it was, was bloody brilliant!

 Since the accident, my leg has healed; this was not a rare occurrence for me. Paper cuts healed in seconds and anything deep took only a few hours. I’d been told I had a higher metabolic rate than normal people, whatever that meant but I thought of it as my own little superpower. Now I was actually in a car with a real superhero!

For the first time in a long time, I had someone I could trust. Tony was going to help me. And as we sped away in his car, for the first time in a long time, I was hopeful.

 New York, America 2016

 I’ve never been to America. To be totally honest, I’ve never been outside of England before! I’ve never been in a Lamborghini before either, today was just full of surprises. It was pretty exciting.

 New York was nothing like London. The buildings were much more organised, taller, grander, as we drove along the streets of New York my eyes wandered around, I enjoy people watching. It’s my past time really. You never know the person’s backstory just by their appearance, there is always something more.

 “What do you think?” Tony asked.

 “Its-its amazing. Exactly like in the movies!” I was honestly in awe of my surroundings, I can’t believe I’ll be living here. I already start mapping out different routes to shops, sub houses and fast food parlours.

 Once we arrived at t I was taken aback at how large the tower was, I had only seen it on TV. My face must have been giving away my shock, as Tony laughed and had to nearly push me out the car. Tony walked me into the tall building and lead me to an elevator, once inside he picked a floor, seemed to be second to top.

 “FRIDAY?” I jumped from Tony’s sudden proclamation.

 “Yes, sir?” A woman’s voice replied, I looked around and saw nobody. Tony laughed,

“Play some music, please.”

 “Yes, sir.” Thunderstruck started playing.

 “That’s just my AI, FRIDAY, we used to have one called JARVIS, but he was destroyed by the events in Sokovia.” I nodded. I heard about the events in Sokovia, everyone did, it was all over the news. “I have a question for you kid.” I nodded for him to continue. “Why did you steal the diamonds?” I sighed.

 “They were going to transfer me to Glasgow, to a teenage YMCA, I’m almost 16, I didn’t want that, I didn’t want to go to Glasgow. I knew my Mum put me in a London facility for a reason. I was just gonna paint some rude sign on a building but I don’t know... something came over me. I thought if I stole the necklace maybe I could sell it and buy myself a flat of my own so I wouldn’t have to move away,” I tailed over at the end, “ Don’t tell anyone though, don’t want people thinking I’ve gone soft.” I added more happily. I didn’t want Mr Stark to think I was just some sad kid. I was tough. Strong.

 Tony nodded.

 “I’m going to introduce you to a guy known as Spider-Man, heard of him?” Tony asked. I shrugged.

 “Seen some YouTube videos, but he’s not that popular in England.”

 The doors of the elevator opened, it was an open plan living room area with a kitchen on the side. I saw that we weren’t alone. There was a boy there, around my age, looking through the cabinets. He was pretty cute, short brown hair, cheesy science shirt with a pizza on the front, showing the pizza’s diameter and radius. Tony turned towards me.

 “Y/n this is Peter, Peter this is Y/n,”

 “I thought you said he was Spiderman…” I whispered to Tony, “he’s a kid.”

[toddnkurt]

Kurt &Todd in love

Todd and Kurt were laying in bed together after a long date at the movies, KFC and paint-wars. They had been dating for three years. It had been bumpy at first but they soon filled up most of the cracks and after that it was a not so bumpy ride but still with a few bumps here and there. The two lovers were in their shared room in the institute on this calm night. Kurt was lying under Todd with his dressing gown on, with Todd lying on top of him, smiling and leaning on his hand. Kurt stroking his cheek sweetly. Todd took the hand and kissed it, smiling at Kurt.  “I love you...” The frog teen smiled. “I love you....” smiled Kurt. Todd smiled then shook his head, moving to Kurt's side. “What's wrong my geliebte?” “Nothing yo......I was just thinking about when we first kissed.” “Ja......I remember! You were making fun of the books we were reading for English Class! I'll never forget that day!” (Flash Back) After Amanda and Kurt had broke up, Todd had been there to talk to him.  Wanda had broken his heart one too many times, so he understood Kurt feeling down. It had been weird talking to Todd about his heart breaking but it was better than Scott or Professor X. Soon they became friends and hung out more. But 5 months later, Kurt and Todd were paired up in English class to do a paper on ''What  Is Love.'' They groaned loudly but not because they were working together but because of the fact they knew NOTING about love! Kurt may of had a girlfriend but he still didn't know anything! Kurt and Todd then headed to the Library and ended up getting tons of Romance Novels. They hung out in Kurt's room and looked over all the books. After three hours Kurt had a new love for these books and Todd had never been so red. “I GIVE UP!” he yelled and threw the book on the bed where he laid. “I JUST don't get it!"  Kurt looked at him puzzled. "What is it?" "These books don't make any sense yo. Love is about cheaters, waiting for your guy to come, making sure some dude don't find out you love him cus he's some player or some high and mighty snob, Princesses and Princes falling for the lower class, Rich dudes falling for you and other Crap I don't wanna think about?! DUDE! What the fu-” “TODD!” yelled Kurt. “Don't swear that word in my room! You can say it outside or in your own room but NOT in here!” Todd blushed  and rubbed his head. “Sorry Kurt! But I can't under stand these books! I mean....” Standing up Todd stuck a pose like a handsome buff man. “I am Antonio Spain! A rich wealthy man who loves cute girls, who are shy and try not to fall for me!” Kurt laughed as Todd went on. "I am some high class arse who loves flirting with young farm woman and falling for a girl who is acting hard to get even thought she falls for me and kisses me every time in this kind of story line in chapter 5 or 6"  Kurt laughed harder. "Let me try! Let me try!" He got up then hugged himself, looking  mock lost and sad. “I am Amelia Poppy! I am a farm girl with no money and 3 hungry children! My husband died trying to keep our farm safe but was killed by his evil brother who wanted me to marry him instead!” Todd walked over and stuck a pose like he was showing off his muscles. “Hello beautiful lady! Shall I take you in my arms and kiss you! Then flirt with other women, making you doubt our love?” Kurt looked mock shy and red. “No! I am sorry but I have to marry my late husband's evil twin who hates my children and is never kind to me! He is the reason i am so unhappy around men! I can't trust them!” Todd snorted at this then, trying to stay in character, kissed his hand and then looked into his eyes, getting onto his knees. “But I love you! But I don't say it till your at the alter and about to say ''I do'' then after some mind numbing speech i whisk you away!” Kurt laughed. "Whisk? What am i, an egg?" he snorted. Todd laughed too. "Shush! Stay in charter!" Kurt nodded and pulled Todd up to him. “ Antonio! My love!” Todd held him close and dipped him. “ Amelia Poppy! Will you marry me and become my wife?!” Kurt tried not to laugh harder. “Yes my love! Oh My darling man!” They both puckered up as a joke but Todd stumbled a bit because of the way he was holding Kurt, so they ended up kissing for real. Kurt and Todd blushed but leaned in more, making each other kiss more passionately till they saw what they were doing and pulled away slowly. They stared at each-others and smiled. Kurt giggled. “I guess we really got into our acting!” Todd laughed too. “Yeah Yo'.....Wanna make out some more?” Kurt laughed but kissed Todd once more.  They were kissing for a while till Kitty knocked on the door. “Kurt?! You in there?! I need something!” Todd and Kurt pulled away. “See ya!” yelled Todd then jumped out the window and hopped off. Kitty fazed in. "Kurt? You seen my text book i let you have-....You ok blue boy? Your really red" Kurt just smiled at her "I just found a new love for romance novels" he laughed then watched as Todd hopped over the fence. (end flashback!) Kurt laughed. "We ended up with B - after that. Then had the drama club begging us to join their 21st century version play of My Fair Lady...With ME as the girl" Kurt huffed. "Yeah babe, but i gave that kiss an A+ + yo" Todd laughed. "And you looked in that dress!" Kurt nudged him but smiled. "Ok, I looked good." Nudging his lover, Todd suddenly hissed in pain. He rubbed his left leg and sighed. "Still hurts after these 3 years" he sighed. Kurt nodded and rubbed it too. "I remember how THAT happened. I NEVER want that to happen again" (three years ago) Kurt and Todd had started to date each other after that kiss but kept it a secret. If they were seen hanging out, everyone just thought they were being friends, tho they did almost catch them kissing at some point. It wasn't until Pietro caught them kissing in the gym locker room that news got out. The X-men and The Brotherhood had not liked the idea of them hanging out but now that they knew the two teen boys were dating, made everyone go over the line. The Brotherhood Boys (plus Wanda) had cornered  Todd at the mall and told him straight up he was in trouble for even dating one of the X-men. "I mean, befriending Kurt is one was one thing, but DATING HIM?! You know how that work out for me and Kitty!" Lance growled. "Yeah! Mystique would have your head on a platter if she knew you were going out with not only an X-men but her SON?! You will never last the night bro." Pietro smirked. Blob just shook his head. "You have to break up with him Toad!" Wanda sighed. "Their just gonna hurt you!....WE only want you safe." Todd glared at his so called friends and pushed them off. "You know what?! I LOVE Kurt way more than you EVER loved Kitty! You just liked her cus she was some cute girl who could help you cheat on some test. I can handle boss lady when that bridge comes! And for the record WAN-DA, Kurt dose this thing where he calls me by my REAL name and not my nickname which you make sound like a bad taste! When he calls me Toad, he says it with love! Even if we're fighting! You know i loved you for months but all i got was BAM! blasted into a wall so forget you WANDA!  I never recall you guys saving me or even caring about my well being! Kurt looks after me when I'm hurt, or sick or even stressed out! You guys have never once said you cared, so up your you guys!" With that he had hoped off to find Kurt. With Kurt it was the same. Once he got home from a date with Todd, Scott and the gang had grabbed him. They sat him down on the couch in the living room. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!" Scott yelled. "YOUR DATING TOAD TOLANSKY?! THAT SLIME-BALL?!" "That is, like,....the most gross thing you can DO Kurt. He's, like,.....you know, one of THEM!" Kitty screeched. "I can't believe i didn't see this in your mind!" Jean sighed. "Why on earth are you dating him?!" "They're right little brother! That toad is nothing but a little dirty rat in frogs clothing! Ah think you should get out while you still can, before that boy dose some REAL trouble!" Kurt growled and stood up only to get pushed back down by Scott "I  *ugh!* I'm dating TODD because i like him! and we're good friend's. We've been dating for while and i don't think i ever asked you if i could date him!" he snarled. Todd is no the person you think he is!" "YOur right. He's even WORST!" laughed Rouge. "No! He's sweet, kind, loving and a better friend than SCott was when i broke up with my girlfriend! He's way better than anyone i have met and you can't say otherwise!" "But he's a Brotherhood Boy and is trouble!" Kitty sighed. "Like Lance-" "SHUT UP! Todd is nothing like Lance! Unlike you Kitty, he never used me for test" "YEs he did!" Kitty yelled back. "SO what?! At least we don't break up ever week then get back together days later! I trust him as much as he trusts me! He loves me and i love him back! We may not be prefect but at least i HAVE someone, unlike you, you brain dead, fazing, hypocrite, bitch!" Kurt yelled then poofed off to find Todd. He need a hug.  They found each other in the park and had told the other what had happened.  After that, Todd sat down with his boyfriend under their favorite tree and held his lover tighter. Kurt needed a hug the most. He had thought his friend would have given him a chance to explain but they didn't. "They....they just told me you were no good for me! What say do THEY have! I never ask them if we could date! I never ask them if you were right for me!.....What say do they have?"! cried the bafing teen. Todd just sighed and held him close. "I know....I didn't think my friends would care or not. I was just happy to get over that stupid witch and to find someone who loves me......Warts and all." Kurt giggled and kissed Todd sweetly. "I love you Todd Tolansky. Your the greatest person in my life" Todd smiled and kissed back. "And i love you too Kurt Wagner. Your my angel" he giggled. Kurt smiled when suddenly they herd the prof in their minds. "Kurt! Todd! We need your help!" "AGH! Jeez Prof! Give us a warring!" Todd growled. "What is it?" Kurt asked, feeling worried. "You have to go to the old building site that the Brotherhood Boys Tore up last week" Todd mumbled something which sounded like. "We said sorry" "Why?" Kurt gulped. "Scott and the others are meeting Todd's friends there to fight! You two have to go and stop them!" Todd and Kurt gasped and got up. "We're on it Prof!" TOdd sighed. "Good. I shall meet you there" he sighed in their heads then when Todd was sure he was gone he grabbed Kurt and kissed him deeply.  He looked into his lovers eyes sadly. "No matter what happens. I want you to remember that i love you. No matter what...I. LOVE. YOU."  Kurt blushed and hugged him. "I love you too Todd........Lets go" Sighing they transported off to their fighting friends. Everyone was in gear and in an old building site. Everyone was blasting their powers left and right. Eye beams, Spike's spikes, Wand's magic, Jean's mind powers, Kitty fazing through stuff and Lance trying to burry everyone. Pietro rushed passed everyone. Once they had arrived, Kurt and Todd jumped onto the highest bean they could find.  "Mien friends! Stop this!" "HEY! CUT IT OUT!" Todd yelled. Everyone looked up at them.  "What the hell is wrong with ya! You guys are being stupid!" Todd growled. "Why the hell are you fighting!" "It's the only way to settle this! " Lance growled. "You can't date an X-man!" "You dated Kitty!" Kurt sighed. "That's different! She's just a girl who i thought was cute! Now she's just some dumb bimbo." Pietro laughed. "She's WAY more dumber than a bimbo!" Jean held back Kitty. "Let me at them!" she hissed. Soon everyone was yelling and shouting. Kurt and Todd sighed when suddenly, Todd saw that Blob was going to hit Scott with the biggest bolder he had ever seen! Without thinking Todd jumped over to him and pushed him just as the bolder landed on his leg. His screams stopped everyone.  When Kurt saw him hurt he bamfed to his side and tried to push it off him but no luck. Blob felt guilty and pulled the rock off. Kurt fell to his lovers side and hugged him tightly. “Oh Todd!” he cried. “Mein Liebling Kröte! Oh süßer Engel! Du bist verletzt! "  Todd smiled and kissed his nose. “Hey babe! I'm ok!” Kurt shook his head. “Your NOT ok! Your leg!"  It was bent three different ways" "......I...I blame my self! I never should of kissed you in the locker room! I should of just run away with you like you said months ago. We'd be happier!” Todd shook his head and kissed Kurt's forehead. “No Fluffy. YOU were right. I should of told the truth when everyone asked why we hung out so much....I was just scared of Wand's wrath....and Lance's mostly.. Running away wasn't the right thing to do. I'm one who's sorry” Kurt shook his head.  Sighing Todd sat up, best he could, and looked into Kurt's eyes. “Kurt?” “Ja, meine geliebten” Kurt sobbed. Todd smiled. “Ich habe Ihnen von dem Tag euch geliebt habe und ich entschied mich, Freunde zu sein.
Ich habe nie aufgehört, dich zu lieben oder Pflege. Ich würde bis an die Enden der Welt laufen und zurück für Sie. Ich will mit dir sein, egal, was sie sagen! Ich liebe dich, Kurt Wagner! Your My Angel in blauen Pelz!
 Ich liebe dich, Kurt! " Todd smiled as Kurt gasped. He had used his native tongue! Kurt smiled and hugged him. “You learned German!” Smiling the green teen kissed him. “I did it for you Kurt! I really do love you! I told you before we came here that no matter what, i will always love you.” “And that is  a good reason to stop this war and turn over a new leaf” Everyone looked up to see Professor X and Storm. They were smiling. Scott looked confused. “What do you mean Professor?” Storm smiled. “Kurt and Todd are very much in love and Todd DID save your life Scott without thinking. I know you lot have fought with each other before but it looks Todd ad Kurt have over come their hate and found love. I think they have shown that fighting is not going to stop these two from being together. Don't you think it's time we stopped? Maybe we should all be friends” Everyone thought it over.  Maybe they were right......Todd – at the Risk of losing his life or his leg- had saved Scott.  And here was Kurt, holding his lover closely, tears of sadness and happiness dripping off his cheeks.  Sighing, nobody moved, then to everyone surprise, Scott walked over to Lance and held out his hand. “Peace?” he asked. Lance looked shocked but smiled and shook Scott’s hand.  “Sure! But we can still beat your butts!” Scot smirked and nodded. “Shall we settle this later in the training room?” Lance laughed. “HA! Your on Summer's!” Everyone laughed. A few mouths later Kurt was sitting by Todd's side in his room and sighing. “Why can't you guys move in with us?” he asked. Todd sighed. “Prof said there's no room's yet and we like it here! Besides! It feels like home to us Brotherhood Boys!” Kurt looked sad. Todd lifted his chin and kissed him. "As of right now, i wanna stay here till there's room. You guys are still fixing that damn bulling for the 5th time" he laughed then hugged him. "I swear, once it's done, we can all move in...and we can split a room. Just you and I yo" Kurt giggled and kissed Todd. “I love you Toad” The green teen smirked. “And I love you Night-Crawler” (end flashback) "I'm glad Beast will be able to fix it tomorrow AND I still can't believe you learned german for me just to say i love you" Kurt laughed, nuzzling Todd's neck with his nose. "I know! It took me two weeks to get it all right! I even got Prof to help me!" the green skinned teen laughed. "TWO WEEKS?!" Kurt laughed. "You never told me THAT!" "Well....I didn't think you need to know about how long i took but just that i learned it."  Kurt smirked and hugged him closer. "You were always trying to be sweet...Remember after everyone got over the fact we were dating and you wanted to be romantic on Valentines day?" Todd groaned and sighed. "HOW can i forget it!" (FLASH BACK!) It was Friday afternoon at Bay High and Todd had made plans to woo Kurt! He had been planing for weeks! And now he could do it!  It was Valentine Day! Todd  ran down the hall to Kurt's locker and found Kurt talking with Kitty.  “Please Kurt! I think Evan's up to something! He's not talking to me and he's acting weird! I mean.....I am his girlfriend! I even called him last night- Evan and Kitty had hooked up at a party for Jean's birthday after Evan saved her from some drunk losers who didn't take ''Piss off you jerks!” as an answer.  “- And then he told me that he can't dance! Kurt........What should I do?! Evan said he's go with me!” Kurt just smiled and hugged her. “Trust me Kitty. He has something Great planned!” Kitty then began to question Kurt about what her boyfriend was up to when see spotted Todd coming over to them and looking like he was trying not to faint. “H-h-h-h-hi K-k-k-kurt. How....how are you today?” Kurt turned around and smiled. “I'm very fine thank you!” he smiled then kissed his boyfriend's cheek. Todd felt his heart jump 3 feet.  "Hey Todd. You ok? Your, like, really red" Kitty pointed out.  Kurt nodded and felt his forehead. "You are warm." Todd pulled away and smiled. "I just have something for you" he spoke softly, smiling that boyish smile Kurt loved. "What is it?" Kurt asked puzzled. Todd smiled and showed Kurt what he had behind his back. “Here! I got this for you!” It was a box of home made German chocolate and a small bouquet of Kurt's favorite flower from home. Peonies Kurt smiled and took the gifts.  “Oh...Todd, their great!...But why did you get them for me?” Todd blushed and shuffled his foot. “I thought it be nice.....or a nice way to ask if......if you'd be my valantine?” Kurt's face turned bright red and he looked away. “I....I um....Well...I......” Todd looked heart broken. “Oh.....Sorry....Maybe i didn't do it right. Jean said flowers and chocolate work most of the time and...I'll go” Todd started to walk away when a hand grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. “Vait! I didn't give mien answer!” Todd turned around and felt a soft pair of lips kiss his. “I'd love to be your valentine you idiot! I AM your boyfriend” Todd smiled and cheered. “YES!” he smiled and danced around, making Kurt laugh and pull him into a kiss. Todd blushed and kissed back, earning cat calls from the group around them. *End Flash Back* Kurt laughed. “You were so hyper when I said yes” Todd laughed. “Yeah I was.....And that kiss was the most perfect one!.......till we kissed again on our date” Kurt nodded and sighed and he cuddled into his lover. Todd smiled and kissed his head. Kurt looked thoughtful. Suddenly he sighed and buried his face into the frog's chest. “What?” Todd asked, hugged Kurt to him. The blue teen sighed and looked up at him. “I just remember the first time we had sex and mom walked in when we were done......I still feel the fear I felt that day” Todd paled and sighed as he rubbed his eyes. “God I do......She had never even knew about us till that night!” *FLASH BACK* Todd smiled as he laid next to his lover.  Todd and Kurt were at the institute and were done having sex. It was their 7th date and first time. “That......was great” Todd laughed and pulled a small lime lolly from the bed side and placed it in his mouth. Kurt looked to him and laughed. “You look like your smoking” he laughed.  Todd laughed. “I'm always smoking! But not as much as you babe” Kurt laughed and kissed his again. Todd smiled and pulled his lollie and placed it on the table then climbed onto his lover and kissed his slowly but passionately again.  Kurt pulled away and stocked his face. “I love you Todd.....I'm glad we met” Todd smiled, his eyes shining brightly. “Me too Kurt” Todd was about to kiss him again when the door bashed open and in came Mystique, red faced and mad like hell. Todd and Kurt gulped and knew she was mad. “What......is going....on?” Kurt tried to speak as did Todd but they couldn’t talk. "Why are you naked, where is the house and WHY IS TODD IN HERE WITH YOU?!" she screamed. Kurt tried to talk when the all fast talking, BIG mouth had to look in and open his mouth. “Those two? They were just having sex but now their done. * looks at them* Bravo! Good try for the first time in a year” “HOW LONG?!” she yelled and ran at Todd, eyes burning red. *FLASH BACK* Kurt laughed. “You vere jumping all over the place! You look like you did when Scott put hot sauce in your socks” Todd blushed and sighed. “Yeah.......It was lucky Freddy grabbed her and i was saved.....You know...I'm pretty happy to be with you" The elf mutant smiled and kissed his lover's neck. "Hey Kurt?” Kurt looked to him. “Yes love?” Todd gulped and sat up. “Um.....How long have we been dating?” Kurt thought for a sec. “......Three years. Why?” Todd smiled and opened the bedside table then pulled out a small box. “I want you to have this. It took me a lot of jobs to get this.....many of the boys and the X- do- I mean men helped too.” Kurt sat up crossed legged and opened the small box and gasped. He placed a hand over his mouth as he looked at the blue sapphire heart inside the gold band. There was writing too. It said in German ''Forever shall we be together'' Kurt looked to Todd and had tears in his eyes. “What....is this?” Todd smiled and placed the ring on Kurt's blue fury finger. “Kurt Wagner...I have loved you for a long time and now I want it to be forever. Will.....Will you marry me?” Kurt started to cry and nodded as he hugged his lover. “YES! Yes I will marry you!” Toad laughed happily and hugged him tighter as they looked into each other eyes and hugged. "I love you Toad." "I love you too Nightcrawler" Todd laughed and kissed Kurt into the bed once more. The end. (1) (A/N beloved) (2) I have loved you from the day you and i decided to become friends. I have never stopped loving you or caring. I would run to the ends of the world and back for you. I want to be with you no matter what they say! I love you Kurt Wagner! Your my angel in blue fur! I love you Kurt

[sky-writes-daydreams]

A night in with Cor.

*at work when Moosh sense tingles.* Hm.... *checks her blog and sees that the moosh needs hugs and love* oh nos..... no.... Sads no touch our moosh.  *sads have touched the moosh. cue cracking knuckles and clicking a pen* Oh we are so fixing this.

So.... I saw that @themissimmortal has been having it rough and needed hugs and love and just soft cor fluff. Seeing how I love the Moosh to death and her and my sister wallflower got me back into writing on here.... This is the least I can do. So Moosh... If this makes you smile... Then My job is done. :)  So get ready for some pure unadulterated Cor Fluff! 

Necromancers had nothing on your workplace. Sure, those demons could turn you to stone and kill you, but work sucked out your soul. There was no energy left for writing or even  video games afterwards. Just cuddles with Cor and dinner before you passed out to do it again the next day.

Finally, After all the overtime and the bullshit, you had a few days off coming. A whole weekend you could just do whatever and be with Cor. That was the part you loved the most. After one last grueling twelve hour day, you opened the door to your shared apartment and sighed. It was past sunset now so Cor would be home. You dropped your bag by the door and kicked off the shoes off your aching feet. Your blood sugar was getting low as well so dinner would have to be something quick. You slowly walked into the kitchen to an amazing surprise.

Low jazz was on in the background as a shapely body danced to the beat in front of the stove. Bare feet leading to grey sweats and a tight muscle tee, was your lover and support, Cor. He looked back hearing you and smiled gently.

“Welcome home love. Have a good day?” You smiled gently then.

“As good as I could make it…. You?”

“Easy. Trained some new kids. They’re picking up on everything quickly.” You nodded as you went closer. He was roasting Veggies in a light sauce and they smelt amazing.

“Baked chicken breast ok?”

“Perfect.” You stole a bite then of the veggies and smiled. The flavors were out of this world. Not many knew but Cor was an amazing cook when you let him in the kitchen.

“Gods Cor…. you make these better every time.”

“Well someone’s got to make sure you keep eating.” He gently nudged you then.

“Ah. Can’t feel a rib now.” You laughed then. He always said you were too small at times just to make you laugh. He put an arm around you then and gave your head a gentle kiss.

“Go on and sit down in the living room. I’ve got this… you need to relax.” You looked up into those eyes and almost melted. So much love and care was there, you couldn’t argue. You gave him a little kiss before obeying.

You sat on the comfy couch and slowly felt yourself unwinding and letting your shoulders and neck relax. The pain would hit later but for now, you were ok. A mindless sitcom was on the Tv as background noise in this room. You weren’t paying any attention to the tv as you slowly spaced out. It seemed like less than a minute to you before you felt Cor’s strong hand against your neck slowly rubbing out a knot that had formed. You groaned slightly enjoying the sensation. His hands were always rough but they never hurt you. Only helped to bring pleasure in all the right ways.

“You awake still?”

“Yep…. though you keep this up and I won’t be.” He laughed then giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“What to drink hon?”

“Hm…. tea?”

“Green ok?” You nodded slightly then. Your neck didn’t hurt when you did it. He had fixed that. You heard him leave and slowly sat up stretching. A new show was coming on already. You stopped then and looked back.

“Cor… how long?”

“Only Fifteen hon. You spaced out. Had a feeling you were relaxing.”

“Yeah A bit…” You raised your arms above your head then and heard both shoulders pop. You cringed from a bit of pain and the sound but slowly lowered them. Cor had plates and silverware in his hands and set them on the coffee table. The chicken looked moist and so full of flavor just like the roasted veggies. He came back with the tea for you both and soon sat next to you. You smiled and leaned over giving him a kiss.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime hon. There’s enough for seconds if you want as well so eat up. Ok?” You nodded and got your plate and just relaxed. He listened to you talk about your day as you two ate even though it was really hard to feel angry even at the most stupid things because of the amazing food. He picked up on it as well and ended up chuckling as you speared a green bean after talking about a stupid move your boss made that messed your work up. You gave him a fake glare as you took a bite and pointed the fork at him.

“If this wasn’t so good, I’d be really annoyed Cor.”

“I can tell. What did those poor veggies ever do to you?” You laughed then and stabbed another.

“They’re addictive when you cook with them. That’s their crime.”

“It’s a good crime hon.”

“Is that a thing?”

You two finished out with laughter after that discussing good and bad crimes, like it was a legit thing for vegetables to commit such things. You finished yours first slowly setting the plate down feeling ready for bed already. You were almost dozing when he touched your face. You opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“Food coma?” You nodded and he smiled.

“How about a bath first hon? To work the soreness out of those muscles.” You smiled then.

“Cor I haven’t had a real bath in forever…”

“Then let me help with that. Ok?” You sighed gently then. You couldn’t say no. Your feet were killing you.

“Ok. Just this once alright?” He gave a single nod then and smiled.

“Understood. I’ll get it started. You go pick out pjs.” You smiled then.

“Some you can rip or some to honestly wear.”

“Some to wear hon… I’m saving the ripping for later.” He winked then making you blush slightly. No one could tell you Cor wasn’t a closet Pervert considering how many pairs of panties he had ruined in foreplay. You slowly got up as you heard him running the water in your huge tub. You had a master bathroom complete with a jacuzzi. The shower stood alone which is what you normally used. Cor had Dished out extra on the down payment of the apartment for that bathroom alone. After a rough workout, He did like to soak.

You got your favorite bottoms out of your drawers then along with underwear. Then you decided to have some fun. When Cor moved in, he set aside some of his street clothes in your side of the shared closet. He wanted them near your stuff so you knew you could wear them. Which is what you were doing today. You pulled out a dark grey shirt with a dragon on the front and smiled. It ate you to wear it but you loved how soft it was. He walked in as you rubbed it on your face and he smiled.

“Good choice hon.”

“Cus it’s yours?”

“Nah. You look super cute in it is all. Bath’s all ready if you are.” You looked over. He was smiling and had a small lighter in his hand. Cor was up to something.

“What did you do?”

“You’ll see.” You walked out then and turned down the hall. The lights were on low in the bathroom and The scent of Sandalwood drifted out. You walked closer, slowly inhaling it and feeling your mind slow down. It was your favorite scent and he knew it. Only under it, there was a sweeter note. It didn’t hit you what it was till you got closer to the tub. It was filled with Bubbles as the water slowly moved from the jets. Vanilla bubble bath.

“Cor….” You looked back. He was in the door smiling.

“I Thought it might help. Ignis told me about it. Something called Aromatherapy. Helps to relax and destress people and I knew sandalwood was your favorite… So we found something to accent it.” You were melting inside. He really put effort into this.

“Thank you….” He just smiled.

“I’m not done yet.” You laughed a bit then.

“Might be if I can’t stay awake.” He just shrugged a bit and You shook your head. He was such a good man to you. He closed the door slowly as you ducked out of sight to undress. Your muscles were starting to ache from the day so when you slipped into the hot water, your gasp from the heat turned into a moan of relief. You sank into the bubbles and water and leaned back on the wall nearest the door, letting your head lull back against a towel. Between the jets and the heat, you were in bliss. With your eyes open you could see the incense stick burning on it’s tray close by and a few candles lit close by as well. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have a man like him by your side.

Fifteen minutes in and you were almost asleep. Nothing hurt and after that amazing meal, you were perfectly content. You barely heard the door reopen or Cor walk over. You jumped when he touched you though.

“Easy…”

“Sorry…”

“No it’s ok… Feeling ok?”

“I’m amazing Hon… You didn’t have to.”

“I know… But you’re always working so hard babe. It’s the least I can do to help Especially after the week you’ve had.” You chuckled then. It had been a shit week. You hadn’t even had time to wash your hair. A fact you could now feel. You sat up a bit then and felt pouting. At least till you felt Cor pulling you back.

“Huh?”

“No point in getting out of heaven if I’m here.” You stopped then.

“Cor…”

“Don’t say it. I know I don’t have to but I want to. You need this… So relax and enjoy.”

“Oh? Is that an order?”

“Might as well. A relaxation order. I can even get Clarus to write it out if you want.” You chuckled then.

“Nah… I’ll let my Marshall spoil me tonight…” You trusted him. Plus… What was the harm in this?

You found out. There was no harm. Cor was perfectly gentle. He used the faucet in the tub to fill a cup to wet your hair and slowly massaged in the shampoo. Your eyes almost could see the back of your skull from how good it felt. He did this anyway when you had trouble sleeping but tonight, it felt even better. He was humming gently as he did this even as he was rinsing out the soap and his hands went lower to your shoulders and neck. Hearing that deep voice hum lightly was perfection and as you leaned your head against one of his arms, you kissed his wrist.

“I like this…”

“Which part?”

“You… Humming. Hands on me.”

“Oh? I’ll have to remember that…. It’s done a wonder on you so far… No knots in your shoulders anymore.” You smiled then. You could feel that it was true.

“All thanks to you.” He chuckled then.

“Too soon for that hon.” You leaned up a bit then and looked back. He was smiling.

“What do you mean?”

“After bath.” You groaned then. He was always like that when he wanted to spoil you.

Slowly the water went cold as the bubbles faded. You two just stayed in there talking about things and life enjoying being near each other. He helped you out of the tub and into a warm towel before hugging you tightly. You hugged back smiling. He was so warm and soft right now for you. It made your eyes tear up from how much you loved him.

“Hey….”

“Hm?”

“You ok…?”

“Perfect Cor….”

“Then why the tears babe?” You smiled then.

“I love you so much…. You’re so good to me Cor….”

“You say that like you aren’t to me… you’ve stayed by me so long hon… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Exist and be a badass.” He laughed picking you up then making you squeak and hold the towel close.

“No…. I’m no badass without my woman to protect and spoil.”

“Cor!!!” He was honestly smiling, eyes crinkling and shining perfectly. He kissed you and you slowly kissed back forgetting that you were naked under the towel for a moment. He took you back to the bedroom then as you leaned on him smiling. He carefully put you down on the bed where he had moved your clothes. You hit him gently with your bra and he smiled.

“So Full massage or just a foot rub?” You stopped then.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah.” You sighed a bit then.

“Um… Everything feels ok right now… but a foot rub couldn’t hurt.”

“Still wearing that old pair of shoes huh?”

“Haven't had time to buy new ones…” you muttered. He sighed then and smiled.

“We’ve got time tomorrow… Ok?” You nodded then and got your tops on as he slowly got started massaging your ankles and working his way down. A once stiff foot slowly became movable and painless. You hummed in appreciation as he hit all the right spots leaning back on your elbows. Cor was smiling and soon wiggled just the pinky toe slightly.

“This little piggy went to the field.” You giggled then and he smiled.

“This little one went to hunt demons.” He got the next one then and gave it a wiggle. He went through all five just making you laugh at the childish antic. He switched feet then and you smiled.

“How do you know?”

“What?”

“Where to hit?”

“Oh. When I was doing my hand to hand training. We learned all the pressure points on the body. The feet ones cause a full body reaction that help relax a person. Especially when you’re up on your feet so much.” You nodded then.

“Amazing what all you can remember…”

“Oh yeah… Still can’t remember your favorite Movie though sadly.” You couldn’t stop it then. You started laughing as he smiled. You looked down at him and beamed.

“It changes silly….”

“Oh? Damn… I’ll figure it out one day though.”

“I know you will…” He hit a spot then and you jerked. It tickled. He stopped then and smiled as you went red.

“I think you’re good.” You nodded and slowly flexed the toes. It was so much better now.

“Oh gods… hon I might have you do that every night….”

“Hm… How about once a week?”

“That could work.” You got up then and finished getting your pjs on. He didn’t mind and soon had the bed ready to crash. You got onto your side and under the covers then. You were almost energized and yet you were ready for bed. He got the light off then and soon went to his side and joined you. Instantly, you curled up by his side and his arm went around you.

“Feeling better huh?”

“Much…. Thanks Cor…”

“It’s worth it to see you like this… I’ve been worried about you… So I thought this would help. Just a relaxing night with me.” You nodded laying your head on his shoulder. Already you could feel your eyes wanting to shut.

“It did… Love you.”

“Love you too hon… Sleep well ok?” He had noticed. You smiled then and nuzzled in against him closing your eyes. The last thing you heard though, was him humming an old song to you. You really were a lucky gal to have the marshall at your side.

[imagine-wannaone]

Lim youngmin Soulmate au

Requested by Anon so let’s roll!

���Before I get into this y'all may be wondering how everyone knows their soulmate sign if they’re not obvious, • My answer is I don’t know either yET (maybe the parents get a certificate with the sign written on it when the stalk delivers the baby), • ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ • Okay so ever since you were able to understand soulmates your soulmate sign terrified you, • When you found your soulmate, you’d lose the ability to see colours, • And man were you terrified, • Yeah and curious because who is the mysterious human you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with???? • More importantly, do they pour their milk before their cereal? • Because you’re not sure if you can live with someone like that, • And you always looked at colours as if it was the last time you were going to see them, • That turquoise? • Printing the exact shade to memory, • You weren’t exactly mad at your soulmate, they had the exact same problem as you, but you were a whole hearted believer that fate was a bitch, • Like a full bitch, one of the people that screenshot the ugly selfies on Snapchat, • Yeah, THAT bad, • smh fate did u dirty, • And you had a mini crisis when you were 8, • Would an orange still be an orange if you couldn’t see it’s colour? Would it be a grey? • And you hated black and white and grey with all of your little might when you were young, • And you had full matching outfits colour coded, • One day you where all bright orange, aka a traffic cone™ • The next day you where a pastel purple blur aka cute af, • But yeah, you probably spent more than the normal amount of time colouring and painting and drawing and creating art bursting with vibrant colours, • Because as a kid you got anxious about it, • And your parents where like HmmMMmmM, • So you started drawing and creating art so you could MAKE colour, • What a cOnCEpT, • You took to it like a duck to water, • And by the time you reach your teens you were low key very good? Mid teens? You were winning competitions, • Because you had a deep set passion for making sure beautiful pictures where captured on paper with the most delicate colours, • Because one day you’d loose the ability to do that, • So if you weren’t going to put everything into  it now then stRiKe yoU DoWn, • You’d been working on a few pieces especially for a competition/exhibition you’d been invited to, • The countries top amateur artists, • Because you’re just THAT good, • And boy had you been threating over what to paint because this is big, • But you won’t let creative block beat you, • (Stronger than me, rip) • And you take up a damn challenge, • Sunset paintings aren’t exactly original but they’re extremely hard, • Because that sun sets quickly, like he’s running after the ice cream truck, • Or chasing the moon, • But you’re determined to capture it in a new light, in a way you’re confidant is uniquely yours, • And you work your butt off every night for over 2 months until you’re happy you’ve captured it, • The sun sinks into the bottom of the page in a lazy manner, the sky above it turning a darker blue while the patches around it are shaded with purples and pinks and reds, • The clouds’ bellies are painted a pastel pink, while the tops are still pure in the dusk you always watch from the fields behind your house, • But you’ve caught the colour and pinned it to the page, the colours accurate but magic, intense and blending and vibrant and unique, • But then you’re like damn I still have to find another thing to paint, • Because 2 pictures is the required amount for the competition because apparently one just isn’t good enough, • So you chose the humble crow as your subject, • Because those birds are incredibly and intelligent, • You paint it in blues, purples and the rare colour black edges into your usual colour obsessed painting, • Mid flight and totally free, the edges of the wings leak into a background of delicate greens, shamrock, emerald, seafoam and sky, lapis, azure, • An omniscient vibe mixes with the feeling of peace and freedom, making the two paintings your best yet, • And boy are you hype for the competition • So you arrive to the exhibition hall bright and early to hang your paintings and to check out the competition, • What an art nerd, honestly, • And when the public come in and the judges stalk the hall you wonder around as well, • As much as you’re threatened™ by the competition, you can’t help but love all the styles and variations of scenes, • A kid in a sweet shop really, you’re the ultimate hype man for all the artists, • As you circle back round to your little corner, you spot a boy stood in front of your paintings, • You are, once again, shook™, • Not only is this boy around the same age as you, which is already unusual in the sea of middle-aged people, he’s Hella handsome, • Like boy what a cutie damn, your heart skips a beat, • What an innocent looking pure bean, • And you smile widely because he’s staring at your crow and the soFtESt smile is spread across his face he looks at peace, • So you take your chance and slide along next to him, • Cus you brave af apparently, • “You don’t think it’s a little too bright?” • You often worry that your use of colours could seem a little too aggressive for someone who doesn’t cherish them like you, • So yanno, get some use out of this cutie while you can, • “I’ll lose my colours one day, and if I could only remember one paintings colours, it’d be this one,” • ShOoK™ • Like damn so many emotions, • First of all, highest compliment of all you got a huge mega blush right there, • Second of all, hoe god damn sweet, • Third, shit this dude understands your struggles, • “Ah, thank you. That’s why I paint so vividly, I-” • But to your absolute horror, • You watch as your paintings, some of the most vibrant in the hall, leak slowly of colour, the bright colours turning greyer as the whole thing changes into your nightmare, • Once everything has changed, your head snaps to the boy by your side, • “You painted it?” You can see from the look in his eyes that His world has also drained of colour, that he’s your soulmate, • His eyes turn and hover on yours, and while there’s a certain sadness, mourning, there’s also a small light, a soft smile painted on his cute face, a hope, • “Yeah, they’re mine,” • “They’re beautiful,” • While the compliment heats your cheeks, you turn your head to your new, dull painting with a sigh, • “Was beautiful,” • “Is beautiful. You know, the new shades give it a whole new meaning,” • The way the boy speaks, a way that warms your heart and makes everything, even the blacks, seem a little more colourful makes you realise, that you’ve found your soulmate, • And while your gut dropped just a minute ago, you can already feel it returning, and thinking it may not be so bad after all, • Because at least you have someone to help you along the way,

• Fate has not done you dirty, • So you spin to face him, and feel nothing but relief as you wrap your arms around him without warning, his warmth comforting you as he returns the gesture, everything comes naturally, like you’d always done it, • At least now you won’t be worrying the rest of your life about losing your colours, • And you win the competition,  by a long shot, • And the connection you have to Youngmin is really quite beautiful, • Because you realise that the sacrifice of colour is nothing compared to what you’ve gained, • And it makes your relationship even more special because like??? • You sacrificed for eachother??? • And you go through a total art lull at first, • Because you started to paint to make colour and now what’s the point? • But Youngmin nags and persuades and nearly forces you to start again, • He literally refused to make any sort of contact until you started painting again, • (Because he knows you miss the paint), • And boy do u get a long ass snuggle when you start again, after staring blankly at your paints for hours, • And then your style changes, and you become low key famous for this dramatic style change, • Why you used to paint things to the exact detail of colour, • Now you have 2 modes, • You paint things exactly as you see them in black and white, to show the world how you see things, • Or you paint things in blind colour, no idea what shades you’re using and you’re told that your mix of abstract colour into ordinary things is eye-catching, • But no matter what you paint, Youngmin loves it, and you theorize for hours what  colour that grey could be from wisps of memories you’ve held onto, • And dates to galleries or art classes (you’re shook by how well Youngmin is with clay like damn), • Or to beaches or parks or restaurants or theme parks because really why would you put a limit on it? • And skinship is key but like, soft, • Gently holding each others hands or lent against each other or quick pecks honestly whatever you feel comfortable doing, • And you spend hours and hours studying Youngmin’s delicate and slight features, • You manage to captures his gentleness and optimism and energy and kindness into his portraits, some of your most praised works, • But you keep every single one of them, because you want to keep everything about Youngmin, • And the two of you fumble through a black and white world together, • The two of you mainly dress in black and white and it’s honestly iconic™ • Fierce, • The cuddle couple honestly who is softer? • No one, that’s who.

[shirtlesssammy]

The British Invasion: Recap

Then:

Remember Eileen?! (Duh, of course) Here’s she’s seen next to her moose boyfriend who’s too big to fit in the frame. Also, blah, blah, blah, Men of Letters.

Now:

Uh, I mean, where’s the angel.

No, I mean, Cas, where is he?

Stop, I really mean, seriously, angel?!

London, England: 1987

Harry Michael and Ron Timothy enter the great hall of Hogwarts Kendricks, talking about the upcoming holidays. Harry Michael, natch, will be spending his break at school. Professor Umbridge Doctor Hess approaches them.

She beckons them to follow her, and they all file into an ominous room where there’s plastic sheeting on the floor. 1987 was before The Sopranos or The Wire, but I would be getting the fudge out of there if I was Harry Michael or Ron Timothy. Professor Umbridge Doctor Hess talks grand tradition and blah, blah, and “Only one of you will be leaving this room.” Revealing a knife on a table, she wishes them luck and saunters out the door. Cut to Harry Michael, the chosen one, with blood on his collar, walking out to Umbridge Hess and confessing that Ron Timothy fought well, before the camera pans down to the knife in his bloody hand. Also, blah, blah, THE CODE. Cut to Mick waking from troubled slumber!

SQQQQUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ALERT

As Baby flies down the road, Sam and Eileen facetime. It looks like Eileen has been doing a little hunting research on Kelly Kline for the Winchesters *coughSamcough* oooOOOOooOOOOoooo The boys learn that Kelly Kline and Dagon are BFFs. Eileen says she’ll keeping working the case. And they Sam and her say goodbye with the GOOFIEST GRINS on both their faces, but yah, just friends, whatev.

Dean sees the little exchange and says, “Well that’s cute.” It is, Dean.

The boys make it back to the bunker, where they’re greeted by an unwelcome Mick. He’s drinking Dean’s back-up liquor, and informs them that the bunker key is a universal key. Dressed in his best Cas cosplay, he tells the Winchesters about the nephilim. Lol. They give Mick the Road So Far. Mick is incredulous that they had Lucifer’s baby momma and let her go.

Dean: “It’s not her fault. She didn’t know Lucifer was her boyfriend.”

Mick: “Oh, yeah, it could happen to anyone.”

Long, awkward pause from Dean.

(FYI, Sam’s plaid shirt and corduroy jacket are on point tonight)

Mick talks the “Code”, the boys snark back. The Winchesters are handling it, so Dean suggests they drink! Dayenu!

Lucifer mentally calls for Dagon. He needs this baby to be born.

Mick, meanwhile, dreams of his Hogwarts Kendricks youth. His phone rings before he can off his childhood BFF though. Professor Umbridge Doctor Hess is on the line. She wonders why he hasn’t handled the American situation, and demands that he handle it NOW. They don’t have time to “court a handful of mangy colonials.” The Winchesters et.al. need to obey the BMoL or let Mr. Ketch at them (o_O). “Assimilate or eliminate.”

Meanwhile, Kelly Kline is having fun-times pregnancy-times. Dagon is as sympathetic as expected. Kelly insists on seeing a doctor.

In the bunker kitchen, Dean’s sleeping one off. Sam stumbles in looking for the coffee. Dean is impressed with Mick’s drinking abilities (He’s probably younger than you, Dean, sigh). Mick wanders in all morning (<--ugh) chipper. The brothers wonder about their mother, but Mick says they shouldn’t worry --she’s working with Ketch. Then Mick dives right into his Dickensian childhood, cuing us all to sob in foreshadowing frustration. Stop redeeming characters, SPN! He reveals that he picked a MoL pocket and got an ancient Babylonian coin. “Sure that could happen to anyone,” Dean quips.

So he joined the BMoL, and yadda, yadda, yadda, we know the rest.

Kelly goes to the doctor! 1) That is one big-ass exam room. B) They do a sonogram. Dr. Feelgood notices something whack-a-doo, but Dagon manipulates him into telling Kelly that everything is A-Ok.

In Casa Crowley, Lucifer is all chained up and Crowley stands around gloating and tormenting his captive. Eventually Lucifer is licking the floor, reminiscent of Crowley’s stint as resident dog last season. Lucifer submits. Moving on…

Mick checks in with Ketch. Ketch is just done with a hunt with Mary. He pours drinks while Mary checks out all the large weaponry in the room. They discuss histories, and drink. 

Mick is at the BMoL headquarters when he hears a noise. Gun drawn, he wanders around to see Renny Rawlings, top of his class at Kendricks, wander in, drinking tea WAY TOO SOON, BUDDY. He’s got his eye on Mick.

Back at the clinic, Dr. Feelgood is greeted by Demon #4, and a knife slice blood cannon.

CAAAAAASSSSSSS AAAAALLLLLLERRRRTTTTT

Ok, just his voicemail message, but seriously, they’re doing a VERY good job of making us miss the angel. I know it’s on purpose. I have faith in Andrew Dabb, but this HURTS. WHERE’S THE ANGEL? (I know, he’s in heaven, but his absence is a heavy blanket on this episode.)

Dean leaves his FOURTH voicemail TODAY for Cas.

Meanwhile, Sam and Eileen share a beer and discuss the case. oooOOOOOOOoooo. I see Eileen took to the Zoolander rules of seduction and let her hair down for this meeting. oooOOOOooo. She fills them in on the demon that killed Kelly’s doctor. OoooOOOOooo, oh wait. Eileen got a phone number before she knifed the demon. Sam is impressed to say the least. oooOOOOOoooo. GODDAMMIT. All the hearts for this couple. Anything to take my mind of the spiraling sad-pool of Destiel.

Crowley calls a minion meeting on the subject of Lucifer and then calls in the archangel himself. Crowley boasts that he's tamed the beast, which-- Crowley I really did think you were smarter than this. (Boris imagines that this has become a battle of wills between the writers. Bucklemming: Let’s make Crowley stupid. Davey Perez: Ha,ha, not today, Satan. Bucklemming: Nope, he’s stupid. To be continued…) Lucifer turns around and when Crowley has him profess Crowley to be the true King of Hell Lucifer mouths that he - Lucifer - is and winks saucily at the demons. Damn iiiiiiit Crowley. Lucifer threatens all the demons with eternal torture if they don't follow him. Meanwhile Crowley sits on his throne, a smirking ass.

Back with Dagon, Kelly Kline gives her a grocery list of supplements she needs for the baby. Dagon is super thrilled about running errands (and I really dig her general sarcastic demeanor.) Sam prank calls Kelly, posing as one of the doctor's assistants, and lures her to a meeting with them at 5 pm. Sam and Eileen celebrate adorably together afterwards. Oh my gooooood they would be the cutest, most deadly hunting duo!!!

The douchemobile rolls in carrying Mick and Renny so Mick can hand over the Colt. Renny immediately calls Eileen “the banshee girl” and guys, the bitchface on this one is strong. (Boris: Truly Sam’s soulmate!)

Dean snags Kelly's arm as she walks towards the clinic and escorts her to his car. They drive off to the creepy abandoned loading dock at which they've chosen to bond with Kelly. “This everyone?” Dean asks. Yep, minus Cas, Sam replies. (Caaaaaaas!) Sam and Dean take the lead and dance around the suggestion that she should have killed the baby like, yesterday. Kelly defends the child, loves the child. Renny rolls his eyes at all this dreadful talk and reaches for his weapon. Dean steps between them and we get to see Dean's bitchface.

A breeze kicks up and Dagon arrives. She mojos all our hunter and MoL friends off their feet. Eileen grabs the Colt and fires it at Dagon. Dagon smokes out with Kelly at the last minute and the bullet plunges right into Renny. She stares in horror.

Mick pulls out his weapon and points it at her - for Eileen hath slain a Man of Letters. “She has to die. The code,” he says emotionally. As Eileen begs for her life Mick flashes back to his youthful murder and the way his young friend had begged. Sam tries to plead with Mick and lowers Dean's gun.

“You only have to answer to your own code,” Sam says. Mick, defeated, lets them go.

Flash to Mary standing in front of a mirror, Ketch lounging naked in the bed behind her. He's pretty smug about it and chuckles at his initial impression of her which was that he'd “end up shooting this one.” Romantic. Mary approaches Ketch and carefully asks if he is reading anything into the casual (and probably angry?) sex they just had. Ketch dissembles poorly. Uh, er, no, of course not. Ketch is pleased, regardless, that she's chosen hunting for her life's direction.

Mary exasperatedly defends her decision to, as Ketch puts it, “have it all.” Meaning that Mary thinks she can be a mom and a hunter at the same time. (Which...yeah. Duh.)

Meanwhile, Lucifer asks a demon for an...x-ray? Are x-rays canonically demon powers now? Demons: the (evil) dolphins of the supernatural world.

Minion reports that Lucifer's vessel is in great shape but all the cage wardings are still intact. The demon who made them is dead. X-ray minion promises to try and crack the code.

Eileen, Sam, and Dean return to the bunker. Dean asks, stupidly, if Eileen is okay after killing a human. (Don't ask stupid questions.) Sam pulls her in for a hug because he's Sam Fucking Winchester.

^^^ Included for very important shipping reasons ^^^

Kelly, meanwhile, is back with her bestie Dagon who taunts her as she cuffs her to the bed frame. “Those weird little pains? Just a taste of what's to come. Birthing a nephilim? Fatal. Always.” Thanks, Dagon. Good talk.

Mick gets confronted by Ketch in the Moonbase meeting room. Doctor Hess walks in and informs Mick that she's been tasked to take care of the rapidly unfolding problems with the American investigation. The “Brothers Winchester” are more trouble than they're worth. (She's seen Bevell's reports which makes me wonder if Bevell wasn't as rogue as we were led to believe.) Ketch looks on, a shark smelling blood in the water.

Hess orders Eileen Leahy's death and the proper investigation of the Winchesters. If their investigation doesn't turn up flawless adhesion to “the code” then it's (throat slitting motion) for Good Ol' Sam 'n' Dean. Mick, to his credit, protests this. Hunters are always found guilty and it's wrong – at least in Sam and Dean's case. He defends the Winchesters’ moral code over that of the BMoL. “No,” continues Mick with tears in his eyes because surely he knows what he says next will get him killed, “the code is what makes a young boy kill his best friend.” (I mean, now we know why he drinks so damn much – trying to drown the regret.) Ketch shoots him in the back of his head mid-speech.

At the bunker, Dean wanders into the library where Sam is already up and working. They wonder where Cas is – salient question, boys. (Me: lies facedown on floor muttering “where's Caaaaaaas.”) Dean sighs over it and worry emanates from his weary demeanor. But moving on, Eileen took off back to Ireland. (Dude! Too close to England, Eileen. And too far away from Sam. Hearts.) Sam hands Dean the Colt. Dean points it happily at a wall. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”

Back at Moonbase Hess concludes that the American hunter recruitment failed on all American hunters. She issues the kill order. Case closed.

Natasha: Headcanon time! I think Mary totally caught Ketch’s “I thought I’d have to kill you comment” and filed it away for the future. She’s smart, guys. Let’s trust her.

Also, I think Sam and Dean know the BMoL are hunting Eileen and there’s also a strong possibility that they’ve bugged the bunker since Mick snuck in unsupervised. Sam said Eileen was in Ireland to throw them off her scent. They exchange lovesick texts on burner phones. <3

The Quotes Demand It:

Did you break into our house?

Until then, I say we drink.

I'd rather be here than in the cage with my drooling, insane but not in the fun way, brother Michael.

Major in murder, minor in mayhem?

Mrs. Winchester, I believe you're drawn to danger.

We have a file.

I was top of my class at Kendricks.

Hunters are dogs. Give them an order and they obey. That's how it works. 

[hamilficsfordays]

We’re Live! (Alexander/Reader)

Prompt: @hamwriters Write-A-Thon Day One! Imagine your favorite characters and actors in whatever universe you like and write about it!

Author’s Note: This is day one of what is sure to be a very stressful week as I have one of seven works finished and it’s this one. I was heavily inspired by both this video from FBE and this video from GT Live.

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/Reader

Summary: Youtuber AU! You and your husband Alex are YouTubers who do a live stream every week, Sometimes you play games, sometimes you do challenges, but today is a day Alex is particularly dreading: The Do Not Cry challenge.

Rating: G!

Warnings: It’s cute

Words: 1288

Askbox / Masterlist / What I Write / This Week’s Works

You took a breath, straightening your hair slightly before John signaled you from across the room that you had just gone live.

On one of the monitors in front of you, a live feed of you and Alex was shown. He was sitting beside you on your live stream couch, not looking very pleased.

You, on the other hand, were bemused, eager for the day’s events.

“Hey, everyone! Welcome to Hamilton Live!”

You turned to Alex, who was typically eager and excited at the beginning of every stream. With his arms are folded across his chest, he looked up at the ceiling, sighing. “Hi.”

“As you can tell Alex is already so excited for this live stream.”

“Nope.” he responded, still looking up at the ceiling.

“He’s been dreading this for weeks,” John mentioned from off-screen.

“When we got up this morning,” you started. “The first thing he said to me was “I already hate today.””

You attempted to nudge him playfully, but to no avail, as he only moved an inch away.

“So in case you guys haven’t figured it out yet, today we’re doing a Do Not Cry challenge

At the name alone, Alex was already rolling his eyes. This didn’t deter your excitement.

“Alex is not looking forward to this.”

“I am not.” he finally faced forward. “It’s a stupid idea.”

“It’s also an idea that fans have been requesting for months.” you pointed out.

“Our most requested, stupid idea.” he finished, only half joking.

“He’s just upset because he’s going to cry like a baby.” you assured the audience of several thousand viewers.

“NO I’M NOT.” he shot back. You giggled at how defensive he was.

“So these videos were sent in by viewers I believe, right?” you asked John.

“Yeah, a bunch of people sent videos in, and these are the ones I thought were the saddest.”

“Cool, so you guys are responsible for Alex bursting into tears.” you teased.

He playfully nudged you this time, still refusing to uncross his arms or even crack a smile.

“Let’s start the first one.”

With that, John cued up the first video from his computer.

It was a Paper and Packaging commercial in which a little boy attempted to throw paper airplane notes over the fence in his backyard to his father stationed overseas in the military. The neighbor, an older man, found them, mailed them all to the boy’s father, and received the package full of paper airplane responses which he then flew back over the fence.

Though not as bad as you were expecting, it still had gotten you pretty emotional.

“That was really sweet.” you insisted, wiping a few more tears away.

Alex on the other hand, was not entertaining that idea.

“They’re trying to use emotions to sell me paper and packaging products and I’m not buying into it. Plus where was his mother? She saw him doing this… why didn’t she step in?”

“I thought it was really cute. I’d give that a 7.”

“One.” he shot back. “Zero even. It was nothing.”

After you gave approval, John cued up the next video.

The video showed an owner celebrating his dog’s last day on earth, as he announced for the camera to hear.

“Oh no…” at that alone, you could already feel tears forming in your eyes. Beside you, Alex was silent.

The video continued, showing the owner taking his dog through the In-n-Out drive thru, where he gets a burger and fries for each of them and eats it with the dog in the park.

“Oh my gosh this is so cute…” the tears had already started falling down your cheek. You could see Alex shifting uncomfortably out of the corner of your eye, but you stay focused on the screen.

The video ended with the owner petting his dog repeatedly before it played a shot of his dog with his head hanging out the car window and a message saying “Rest in Peace” with the dog’s name.

You were in tears, well past the point of no return.

“That was so cute, but oh my god I’m already crying so hard.”

You turned to Alex, who hadn’t spoken the entire video.

“Alex, what did you think?”

Alex quickly wiped a tear that was threatening to fall down his cheek. “It wasn’t sad.”

“Really?” you teased as you gestured to his now wet hand. “I could swear those were tears you just tried to wipe away—”

“I just had something in my eye.” he insisted, wiping his hand on the side of his shirt. “It’s gone now.”

“Okay… well, I rate that an eight out of ten on the sad scale. It got me way more emotional than I expected it to.”

“It was maybe a two,” he stated, passively. “Maybe even a one.”

“Can we see the next one?” you asked John.

He started the next one.

A wedding is shown. The bride is seen walking down the aisle with her mother, and her fiance is shown at the end of the aisle, in tears at just the idea of seeing her.

You didn’t really find that emotional, but a shot of the bridesmaids caught your attention.

“Ooh, those are cute bridesmaid dresses.” you pointed out. Like usual, beside you, Alex is silent.

The video continued. The best man told the groom to pull himself together, telling him that this was his moment.

“Well it’s kind of their moment as a couple,” you pointed out, contradicting him. “But okay.”

As it ended, you were quick to reflect on how your emotions were much more level.

“That wasn’t too bad. It was cute I guess, but it wasn’t really sad. I’ll give like a two.”

You turned to Alex, who was suddenly breathing heavily with tears streaming down his face.

“Alex? Are you okay?”

He wiped the tears from his face, clearly emotional.

“I love you.” he finally said.

You felt your heart swell, seeing him properly express sadness for the first time in a long time.

“Aww… I love you too.” you smiled.  “That was the video that broke you, huh?”

“I just�� I thought of our wedding.”

Your mind flooded with memories of the day you and Alex had gotten married, a ceremony during which he was tearing up through the entirety of.

“That’s true, you did cry at our wedding.”

“I didn’t just cry at our wedding, I cried that entire day leading up to our wedding. You just didn’t know because we weren’t together.”

You kissed him on the cheek. “Well, it was worth it. Our wedding was amazing.”

Alex was still crying while he attempted to wipe his tears away. “Let’s get married again.”

You giggled as you offered him a tissue. “Let’s NOT, because weddings are expensive. Maybe in forty years.”

“I wanna marry you every day for the rest of my life.” he insisted through tears.

You laughed fully this time. “Wow, that video really got you.”

“It wasn’t just the video. It’s you. I love you.”

“I love you too!”

You kissed briefly.

“I fucking hate this challenge,” he added, much to your amusement. He turned to John, who seemed pleased with what was occurring much to the audience's amusement.

“John, if there are any more wedding videos in this compilation, I’m going to kill you.”

John laughed.

“Ten out of ten.” Alex finally said. “I couldn’t hide that even if I wanted to.”

“Okay,” you smiled at John. “Next video.”