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funkys-pen · 3 years ago

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“Oohhh!!! That soulmate au where any writing on their arms shows up on the others arm!!! And they end up complaining about each other to each other until one of them finally realizes” [prompt via @mothman-files]

word count: 1056 | warnings: none ! | overall: fwhip/jimmy, soulmate au :D

Hello?

woah?? hello???

Hi.

Im your soulmate.

what??? no way

Yes way.

this is so weird, what?

Were you not expecting this? Eventually I mean

no?

how’s this even work?

When I write on my arm it shows up on yours. And vice versa

oh??

I take it soulmates aren’t a big thing in your culture.

i guess not

Thats fine. Its mainly a human thing.

and yet here i am

and yet here you are

how have you been?

Sorry. I felt you write something but I didnt see it. Ive been really busy.

it’s alright.

i just asked how you are :)

Aw.

Ive been fine. You?

same here.

I know its been a while again. Im sorry. Lots of family stuff.

I probably wont be back for a while. Have a good day though

all good. i hope everything turns out alright.

2.5 per star

3 stars

7.5 hearts per rocket

2 rockets bare

what murder am i witnessing?

Im sorry I forgot you could see this

you’re fine, you’re fine

been like… a couple years, i get it.

you’re definitely plotting murder though, whats up with that?

Ugh. Just this guy.

Hes annoying as hell.

so you’re killing him?

yeah.

okay. fair

whatd he do to you anyways?

Not much today.

He doesnt really do much, hes just irritating and its funny when hes mad.

i think i’m about to learn my soulmate’s a massive prick.

Me? No, never.

Yeah, a little bit.

i might be ready to plot a murder myself

Oh? Do tell

this smug twit. he took something of mine and cgod i hate this guy.

Whatd he take?

idk if i can tell you that.

something really important to me.

Secrets, secrets.

Whyd he take it?

hell if i know.

to be a twit.

He sounds like an ass.

he is.

Best of luck. Kill him slowly and terribly for me.

i will.

i think i just made a really big mistake.

i’m sorry. i know its late

Its fine. Me too actually.

what’d you do?

Dont think I can say.

me neither.

if you do something, and you know the consequences, but you’re just so angry that you don’t really realize the severity

does that make you a bad person?

I dont think so.

why not?

I guess its all about intent in the end, right?

You didnt really mean to do what you did.

But maybe thats just wishful thinking cause I sort of did the same thing.

huh.

Not quite, I mean. I wasnt really angry. I just didnt expect everything to happen like it did. I probably shouldve.

i get it

Or maybe were both just assholes.

maybe. we’re destined for each other for a reason.

Right.

I need to go to bed. If I can.

alright. rest well.

I’ll try. You too.

by the way, did i tell you i got my thing back?

the thing he stole from me.

Oh good :) Congrats

what's your name anyways?

Oh I definitely cant tell you that

aw, come on

No seriously. Youll know exactly who I am.

what are you, a celebrity?

Something like that

How about you, what’s your name?

well now im worried about saying mine.

What are you, a celebrity?

i mean sort of??

its a really generic name but i feel like it + the things i’ve told you would clue you off

especially if you know my empi

ignore that

Wait

No chance

ignore that ignore that

Youre an emperor?

Who are you?

dammit

Wait

Oh for fucks sake.

what?

hello?

look, i’m sorry if that freaked you out or something but

Its not that, christ.

I mean it kind of is, I guess

Ugh.

Hi Jimmy

there it is

hi.

you’re not a citizen are you

no one out of the codlands calls me jimmy

and we don’t do the whole soulmate thing here.

so after much deliberation, i think i’ve figured you out

Go ahead.

sausage.

Oh my fucking god.

what’s that mean?

Howd you get that. Please do tell.

is that a no?

well because we stopped talking due to your family issues right

and around that time was when the whole grimlands heir thing happened

and you’re too mean to be gem, and sausage is the twins like stepbrother or something

Godbrother

And Gems pretty mean.

either way

it was either sausage or fwhip.

and you wrote to me after the end fight saying you made a mistake and sausage helped free the demon

+you wouldn’t tell me your name because i’d know

fWhip also has a pretty unique name

and he led you to the dragon in the first place.

i mean sure

but that would mean fwhip is my soulmate

Is that really that much more unbelievable than it being sausage?

eh. sausage isnt really all that bad.

but not him, got it.

well there goes my one lead.

What do you mean?

the family issues thing. i can’t remember anything else around that time.

What about fWhip?

Again. That’d mean he’s my soulmate.

Jimmy.

what?

Youre ridiculous.

what??

come on, what do you mean?

Im going to fly to the Codlands and Im going to kill you

what’d i do???

wait really?????

you could’ve just told me.

You couldve just guessed better.

And I reiterate, you are dense as brick.

“What about fWhip” “How do you know it isnt fWhip” etc etc

Seriously I thought I was being too obvious.

well clearly you weren’t

it's not my fault. why would you be my soulmate i hate you

You didnt seem very hateful when you k

okay okay okay i get it

that aside

that aside you're just not what i expected

Uh huh

You literally called me a prick when I was talking about blowing you up, I think that

you were talking about me???

fits my bill pretty well

Yes??

God you are hopeless.

aw. that heart feels passive aggressive.

Maybe it is.

whatever

we need to talk about this tomorrow

Oh are we going to be doing as much talking as we did today

Thats “talking”, with quotation marks, by the way. In case you couldnt tell.

shut up

cod i hate you

Do I need to remind you of my previous comment?

shove off

#empires smp #fwhimmy #fish husbands #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires jimmy #empiresblr #tumblr exclusives

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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in your own way

so someone sent me this idea and I thought it was really cute and wanted to do it as a blurb but then I got all confused so it’s very shite and I can only apologise. also I am not no genius so pretending to be one was literally just putting words together they make no sense ahaha

Summary: tom gets self conscious of his intelligence compared to you

(bit of angst but mainly fluff ;))

tomhollandxreader

The doorbell ringing through the couch grabbed the attention of all five of you, your heads all whipping towards the door the round to each other. You’d already got the pizza (had demolished it too) and nobody had ordered any desserts - at least that you knew of. It had been a rather tame evening, your four uni mates all stuffed into you cosy but homely studio flat. Lix had just moved to London and had wanted some help with a new project that she couldn’t afford to cock up at her new job. So, assembling the ‘dream team’ back from simpler days, you were all crouched down over many print outs - trying to puzzle your way through how the plans could be redesigned to make the invention much more ergonomic.

“Don’t stop working!” The four around you all just groaned in return, Josh lightheartedly slapping your leg as you skipped over him. Laughing at their exhausted and almost beaten brains , you jumped up and hopped toward the door frame, picking a discarded pizza box off up the floor and onto the countertop on your way. As you reached the door you tightened your hair in the scrunch before painting a welcoming smile on your face and opening the door. Whatever you had been expecting, it was definitely not what you saw.

Warm brown ochre eyes, a mischievous grin and a bunch of beautifully arrange yellow and white flowers.

“TOM!”

Squealing his names, your body apparently decided to ignore the flowers he was grasping to his front, still choosing to throw your arms around his neck and pull him close - the precious petals squashed between your two bodies.

“God I’ve missed you!” He grinned into the side of your head, only stopping to press multiple kisses to the side of your face till you arched back and met him with your own lips.

“Thought we were meeting tomorrow? You asked against his lips, with a little smirk - you could have a pretty good guess as to why. He had just returned from a long shoot abroad and had planned on spending the evening with his parents and brothers, then in the morning the idea was for you to go get breakfast together. You would never dream of competing for his affection against his family, so had been more than happy to give them a day with their eldest back before you saw Tom. It was still early days in your relationship anyway, you actually only been a couple and in the same country for a matter of weeks, but of course the time he was away you made time for the long distance phone calls and FaceTimes.

“Mhmm well I just kept imagining you in a cold lonely bed and it’s not like I’m gonna let them all hop into my bed for quality time is it?”

“Well you are close!” Giggling back, Tom playfully gasped before releasing his one arm from round your waist - both of you chuckling at the crumpled flowers. You stepped aside to let him in, in all the excitement forgetting you weren’t alone until you turned around and were met with four pairs of beady eyes staring at you. Because yes perhaps it had slipped your mind to mention to them you had a boyfriend of six months, especially forgetting to tell Josh - who you had a complicated history with to say the least.

Cursing under your breath, you watched Tom freeze up, clearly shocked by the fact you had company too. He hadn’t met many of your friends, purely because you and him were still on the downlown. Not that that particularly mattered with these 4, you were more than certain they would have no idea who he was - as Lix had said before ‘superhero movies are just stupid peoples version of research papers. Innovative and exciting, except papers don’t require the variables to beat each other up to keep their audience entertained.”

So tom’s reputation wasn’t the issue in this situation…. Instead your ex boyfriend meeting his replacement. Josh could be cruel too when he was jealous, even if it had been a year and a half since you’d called your brief relationship quits, it was evident he still wasn’t completely over you either. The amount of drunken calls asking for a hookup was evidence of that.

You’d been almost transparent with Tom, he knew this name ‘josh’ was your ex, he was aware you were still friends and hang out. He didn’t know about the 3am booty calls but that was just to protect everyone, no other hidden agenda. He’d always regret it in the morning and beg for your forgiveness so it appeared very much to be a subconscious thought only copious amounts of alcohol could release.

“Sorry I didn’t know you had-“

“No no” You interrupted Tom, grabbing the flowers and placing them on the counter, ontop of the pizza boxes, before reaching out and squeezing his hand reassuringly. “It’s okay, let me introduce you guys.”

Following that preceded an awkward taking turns of hand shakes and small talk, though you were acutely aware of Tom’s tightening grip round your waist when the blue eyes boy introduced himself as ‘Josh’ - and in fact every time he spoke thereafter.

The small talk was nice enough, the group of you all resumed your positions on the floor with Tom now squiggled between you and you painfully awkward ex flatmate Will. In fact it was all going oh so well till Lix opened her big bloody mouth.

“So Tom, what do you do?”

He immediately tensed against your side, you saw his eyes widening with shock. Instantly reading him, you realised Tom was shocked by the fact they didnt know.

And he was! He assumed they hadn’t mentioned it purely out of respect, not wanting to make the situation awkward. They were, as you’d summarised to Tom before, nerds. As you were - no nerd shaming here. But this type of people were normally primed marvel superfans, or at least had some sort of awareness- so he was surprised to say the least.

“Oh uh I…. I’m an actor”

“Oh really?” Josh’s eyes widened and he smirked. You knew , you knew what was coming. “So you convinced Y/n that drama’s a good thing? She used to absolutely hate everything when we had to do it at college.”

“I hated drama classes, that doesn’t mean I hate the whole entertainment industry dickhead!” You tried to joke, tried to lighten the mood.

“Uh well she’s supportive of my stuff and I’m supportive of hers it doesn’t mean I have to like neuroscience either.”

“Neurobiologist. You’re a neurobiologist right Y/n?” For fuck sake. Will had no intention behind it at all. He was just oblivious to people and was so upfront at times it was painful, even if underneath it all he was the sweetest person you’d ever met. Watching Tom out the corner of your eye swallow thickly as he tried to compose himself you quickly worked to diffuse the situation.

“Yeh but it’s kind of the same thing isn’t it? I say either or a lot!” Josh took a swig of his half drunk beer before nodding at Tom.

“Acting though… it’s impressive. I definitely wouldn’t be able to persevere through all the rejection though, seems cut throat to try and make it in.” There Josh goes. Tom shifted, his hand dropping from you side and his eyes fixed on the beer bottle you’d given to him as he smirked.

“Yeh well the rejections hard when I was younger but I get that less now. Now I get to reject the parts I don’t like which makes it all so worth it.”

Josh’s face morphed just slightly in pain, as the penny somewhat dropped. Apparently Tom wasn’t the aspiring actor working 3 jobs between failed audition as he had assumed. Just as you were getting bloody desperate, a literal light went off in your head, shooting your back straight as you rifled through the haphazardly spread papers in front of you - the groups focus now away from the obvious tension between Tom and Josh.

“Y/n what do you need?” Lix asked slowly realising you might’ve just found the answer and not wanting to disturb the thought process. After asking for a pen and triumphantly ‘ah’-ing when you found the right plan you looked up with glee evident in your eyes first to Lix, then Will, then Sophie, then Josh.

“We’ve been missing the whole point the whole bloody time. Look!” You jabbed your pen at an intricate diagram “It’s so bulky because we’ve been going on this assumption we need a battery and recharging ports but if we take that component out-“

“Then you just need a transformer for there” Will joined in with a sparkle in his eyes, him being the first to click where you were going with this.

“Exactly! And then size is no longer an issue and by placing an external detachable unit-“

“Y/N YOU GENIUS” “fuck that’s good” Lix exclaimed an dsimultaneously Josh much more inwardly praised your ingenious.

“We got it!” Laughing back, you encouraged all of them to join in with, noting down all the necessary inputs and outputs and components necessary to form a vague redesign.

Though it felt no time at all, the 5 of you consumed in mumbling through thought processes and logic of trying to actualise your theory, in reality it was almost 45 minutes before Lix leaned back with a relieved sigh. Announcing that you’d saved the day, she called time on the night, relieved that she could sleep worry free that night. You made light work between all of you of clearing her stuff up and saying goodbye to all of them with brief hugs. In all honesty, you were so in the zone you’d completely forgotten about Tom, who you were only alerted to when Lix went over to the kitchen to say bye as well. He’d obviously been there for sometime, clearing up all the greasy plates and pizza boxes, the flowers now sat in a vase in their full glory - or at least what was left of them after the crush injury.

This wave of insurmountable guilt washed over you, realising he’d come here after only spending a couple of hours with his family after a long haul flight home to fall asleep with you in his arms. Instead, he’d faced your rude ex, been ignored for the majority of the time he was here and he’d done the washing up. You fucked up.

Choosing till you’d finally ushered Will and Josh out, promising Will you would go and see their new shared flat soon, you closed the door slowly - knowing this wasn’t going to be simple.

You walked up and leant against the kitchen counter, watching him place the last two mugs in the top drawer of the dishwasher before pushing it closed and then closing the appliance door too.

“Thankyou for doing all this. You really didn’t have to.” He didn’t make eye contact, moving about the kitchen to wash his hands in the sink opposite. “And I’m really sorry I-I was gonna usher them out but the I worked it out and kind of got overexcited.”

“Mhmm … for an hour?” It was a rhetorical question and although he said it very quietly you knew he was demanding an answer.

“I know I know I’m a shitty girlfriend, I should’ve sent them away as soon as you got here. I am so so so sorry.” That statement was left in silence for a few, painful moments.

“I was the one who showed up here. Don’t worry about it.” It was muttered and god only know you were still very worried about it.

“No Tom I was a dickhead you have a right to be ang-“

“It doesn’t matter!” If it didnt matter, why the hell was was he answering so grumpily.Turning back around to you with a sigh, he spoke with shoulders slumped. “Look… lets just go to sleep yeh? I’ve had a long ass day.

He wasn’t in the mood to talk, you weren’t about the force him too - so with a small nod you half heartedly agreed. You knew you would have to address it at some point, but apparently now wasn’t the right time.

So without much more conversation the two of you got ready for bed, even if the atmosphere felt jilted and cold. It was rehearsed, this wasn’t not the first time he’d stayed over so like a rehearsed scene the two of you got ready and then wormed your way underneath the sheets. You waited for him to make the first move, which of course he did. Pulling you into his bare chest which you happily obliged to, your leg wrapping round his as you nuzzled into his chest. Both softly whispering ‘goodnight’ your eyes closed as you tried to sleep.

Except it didnt work and wasn’t going to. Mainly because Tom’s heartbeat was thundering right under your ear. So you were hardly surprised when he whispered in the quiet.

“Do we work?”

“What?” You arched up, a hand on his chest as your head hovered over his - your eyes burning into his in the dim light of the street lights. He sighed heavily, shaking his head and trying to avoid your gaze.

“I just- we have so little in common”

“That’s not true.”

“It is. I have no idea about even what you do! Seeing you with all of them tonight… you were enjoying talking about stuff I could never ever understand!”

“I don’t have a clue about scene direction or physical acting does that make you dislike me?”

“No course not!” He argued huffily, making you sit up in frustration and reach over to turn the bedside light on.

“Then will you please explain what is going on?”

“Just… just look I know intelligence is attractive and-and well you are and I’m not.”

That physically hurt you hearing him be so self conscious in front of. Clearly, you had made him feel like pure shit this evening and that guilt would surely eat you up later - but right now the focus was purely on making him feel assured of his own mind-blowing talents.

“Tom…it’s not intelligence that’s attractive! You know…” You sighed, how the hell were you going to explain to him how much you LOVED HIM.liked him, you hadn’t said that yet. “You know when you’re reading a script that’s good your mouth move along as if your living and breathing every single word. And you completely are oblivious to anything around Tom, I always thought if someone crashed into the house you wouldn’t notice cos your so into it. And then when your finally finished with it, no matter what time of the day or night, you’lll be like this excited puppy running in to tell me all about it. Or-or when you’ve visited a children’s hospital and you phone me bouncing off the walls, full of stories of how these kids inspire you….” Trailing off, you looked intently between both of his two brown eyes. “Thats passion right? And ambition?” He nodded minutely. “Thats what’s so bloody attractive. For all I care, you could be a supermarket shelf restocker if that’s what your passionate about and you would still be the most incredible person to me. I love your passion you idiot, I don’t care if you don’t know stupid facts about astrophysics or where in the brain control movement of your big toe! In your own way your so bloody clever and I love you because of you and your passion you idiot.”

“Seriously?” You nodded profusely at his whisper, now cupping both hands round his cheeks. “You seriously think…. I’m like a puppy?”

There was your boyfriend again, grinning from ear to ear as you giggled at him.

“Yes you most definitely are.” He gasped in fake shock, before pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours. Now straddled over his body with the duvet weighing down on your back as you tasted the minty toothpaste still fresh on his lips. After a short while you once again settled back down on his chest, feeling much more warm than mere moments ago, and confident that Tom was reassured and happy once again.

The silence lasted long enough for you to be slowly drifting off before a deep rumble had you blinking your eyes open, eyelashes dragging against his shoulder as you tried to focus on his voice.

“By the way…” Tom dragged it out, making you hum in encouragement as you listened to his slightly hoarse and sleepy sounding voice “in your big soliloquy just then… you said you love me?” You froze, desperately trying to claw a good answer or cover up. Completely failing, you went for the next best and oddly relevant statement.

“I don’t know what solliquarity means because its an actory word so I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Solliliquy darling… but for the record, and I hope you understand this… I love you too.”

#tom holland fluff #tom holland #tomholland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #Tom Holland angst

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planetjisungie · 5 years ago

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pain but make it beautiful- p.js

characters: quidditch player! jisung, hufflepuff! jisung, ravenclaw! reader ft. hufflepuff! jeno, hufflepuff! mark

an; uh this is the first of the nct dream hogwarts au series and mark doesnt have a hogwarts au so i gotta get him into all of them somehow

"come on y/n you have to talk to him at some point, im sick and tired of you staring at him like a lost puppy" jeno drawled, commenting on the way you were currently staring at park jisung, the star player for hufflepuff. he was currently sat on the hufflepuff table- where jeno should be- talking to his own friends. "i am not staring at him i am merely observing him" you replied back with a slight scowl on your face. the tall boy had caught your attention since the time he messed up in Slughorns potions class 3 years ago. the slight infatuation then developed into feelings after you started watching him during matches and practice from the window of the medical room where you were madam Pomfreys assistant, mainly for extra credit. "yeah sure you were. you know if youd just talk to him then maybe youd find out he is always staring at you in potions when you arent looking. youre both so oblivious it pains me" jeno let out an exasperated sigh, slouching in his seat and laying his cheek on the arm resting against the ravenclaw table. "excuse you, hes probably staring at sienna. theres no way he would even notice me" you muttered, discarding your half eaten toast slathered in nutella back onto your plate before standing up. "now, i have to get to the medical room to wait for the quidditch match to begin"

jisung watched as you left the hall, hair slightly blowing behind you along with your robe as you took quick steps. his eyes followed your figure, tuning out the conversation of the rest of his fellow hufflepuff players until you disappeared from his sight. "hey, park, are you listening or just staring at your girlfriend?" his captain elbowed him making him jolt before whipping his head to face him. "huh?" but before the captain could tease him any further, a disheartened and slightly irritated lee jeno flopped down on his seat at the hufflepuff table. "if one of you doesnt fucking confess in a week im grabbing your necks and forcing you to kiss" he seethed, glaring at jisung whos eyes had widened. "no way! shes y/n l/n, princess of the ravenclaws and practically untouchable, im just park jisung who likes to play quidditch" he quickly turned down even the thought of confessing. at his total obliviousness, the whole table groaned, slamming their heads onto the table.

later that week, you were sat in the medical room, jotting down extra notes for your potions and herbology classes. hearing the door to the room creak open, you turn your attention from the words neatly written in your notebook to the entrance. masking your shock and worry with a smile, you stood up and walked towards the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team who was supporting an ill looking jisung. "you two okay?" you asked, your stare on jisung lingering a little longer before looking towards the captain who had a frown on his face. "jisungs got the flu, conveniently before our match against slytherin next week" he explained, watching as you cleared up a bed for jisung. "oh, im so sorry you must be feeling awful" you said softly to jisung who wanted to say something in return, but his throat was too sore to even swallow. wincing at the painful sounding cough he let out, you nodded towards the captain. "i’ll take care of him mark, dont worry" you sent him a smile to try and ease any nerves he had about this. after all, a match against slytherin with their star player either benched or feeling sick and unfocused throughout the game would not end well. "thank you so much y/n, youre really a god send" mark sent you a final smile before jogging away, leaving you to tend to the poorly boy. you got jisung to lay down, specifically in the bed that was next to the window so he wouldn’t get too bored. not that he could get bored with your pretty face to stare at, that is. "jisung just get some rest, when you wake up i’ll still be here so if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask" you said gently, already filling up a cup of water and placing it on the table next to him. "t-thank you" jisungs deep raspy voice attempted to show how grateful he was, but he was utterly horrified at how weak and feeble he sounded. you couldnt help but feel sorry for the boy as it definitely sounded hoarse and painful. sending him a nod, you went back to your work, where you spent a lot of the time glancing back at the asleep boy across from you.

when jisung had woken up, you were in fact still there. it was apparently the morning, so he had slept all night. seeing the boy sit up in your peripheral, you got up from your work and headed to him. you had actually gotten sleep last night, hoping he didnt wake up before you got back and apparently the gods were on your side that day. "how do you feel?" you asked him, already grabbing the Pepper-Up potion from the cabinet. "a little better. my throat doesnt hurt as bad" his voice wasn’t exactly ill-sounding anymore, but he did sound kind of croaky which was mosh likely from not talking for so long. nodding in response, you handed him the Pepper-Up with a small smile on your face. "well then, if you take this you should be good to go by tomorrow," then you pouted, "but it was nice having some company here rather than just me" you sighed. jisung chuckled, and you seriously felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. it wouldn’t surprise you if he could hear it to be honest. "i’ll miss being here too. the view is nice and its relaxing to not be surrounded by loud boys" he said, trying to avoid your eyes as eye contact was something he wasnt ready for yet. thinking he meant the view from the window, you turned to look out it with a smile. "it is rather beautiful" you uttered breathily. jisung stared at the side profile of your face, softened and smiling as you looked out onto the forest and mountains. "gorgeous" he quietly agreed.

the rest of the day you had spent just talking with jisung as you wrote even more notes. you and him were both glad that you could finally talk to eachother, first without any of your friends teasing you, and second because the situation kind of forced you together so it would be awkward if you didnt talk. he had found out little things about you that made his heart melt, such as your cat that was called mr snuggles, your pet sugar glider that you kept at home which was called mr cuddles and how you had a love for all animals, leading to your dream of becoming a veterinarian. he had also found out your undying love for small things and how you always looked so cute talking about them, your eyes sparkling. similarly, you had found out about his little sister that he would do anything for, his owl that was just called hoot which you found both adorable and hilarious, and how it was his sister that basically made him start playing quidditch, just wanting to make her proud. you had also found out about how clumsy he was, after immediately tripping on air after getting out of bed to sit closer to your desk, sending you both into a fit of giggles as he had pink dusted on his cheeks. it was safe to say the two of you had become closer during his stay in the infirmary, and when he had to leave, you had immediately missed his presence.

during the days before the slytherin match, you and jisung would greet eachother in the halls, and you switched deskmates so he sat besides you in potions now. his team and jeno couldnt believe their eyes when they saw you two walking to the hall together for dinner after you had had potions last period. so naturally, when you waved and smiled at jisung from the ravenclaw table, and he winked in response, jenos jaw dropped. "since fucking when did you two get close?! my prayers have finally been answered, about bloody time!"he very animatedly said, waving his arms around for exaggeration. "he was like the only person in the infirmary, so he became my friend i guess" you had shrugged to jeno, but you couldnt stop the wide smile pulling at your lips.

when the match had finally arrived, you firmly put away your books and sat in the stands, as madam Pomfrey had told you to watch from outside incase any players would fall. bounding towards the hufflepuff stands, you slid in next to jeno, ignoring the looks you were getting from the other hufflepuffs considering you were literally on the wrong stand. "you come to watch your boyfriend?" jeno smirked, nudging you with his elbow. cupping your hands to your cheeks to hide the bright red glow from the comment, you stamped on his toes harshly, smiling at his screech of pain. "shut up and lets watch" you glared at him before cooling down and removing your palms, turning to face the field as the players all filed onto it. jisung searched the audience for you, finally finding you waving at him like crazy making him grin happily. mark patted the boys shoulder. "lets have a good match so you can show off to your fiancée but make it girlfriend" he joked, jisungs cheeks turning a similar colour to yours previously as he shoved marks back.

the game started, and you grew increasingly worried at the violent plays of the slytherins, though it was to be expected. the hufflepuff team however, had managed to easily come back into play after every brutal shove, or chase, giving them both an equal shot at winning. "well this is an interesting match" jeno lifted a brow, leaning forwards slightly so he could get a better view. "on god if they hurt jisung im putting them all in the infirmary myself" you said, leaning back and looking at the slytherin team, very unimpressed by their dirty plays.

"you won!" you giggled, jisungs own laugh reverberating around you, his chest pressed against yours sending vibrations into your own. grabbing his cheeks, you stared him in the eyes before smashing your lips onto his. the crowd only seemed to cheer louder, jisungs frozen arms slowly wrapping around your waist, tilting his face and kissing back. jeno and the quidditch team let out whistles, reminding you that you were in public. a wave of embarrassment hit you, and you buried your face into jisungs chest, the sound of his rapid heartbeat matching your own.

#nct hogwarts au #park jisung imagines #nct dream imagines #park jisung #park jisung scenarios #nct dream #nct #jisung #jisung park #jisung fluff #nct jisung #jeno #lee jeno #mark #mark lee

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toplinetommy · 5 years ago

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You Bring the Moon and Stars to Me (Part Two) - Tyson Jost

Synopsis: A Soulmate!AU where your soulmark only appears once you fall in love with your soulmate

Words: 4.8k

Part One

September 2017 - Denver, CO

NHLers + 1 Tucker: heard you got a job in Denver Tucker: you know who else got a job there Y/N: what are you going on about Brock: tyson jost plays for the avs Brock: you should catch a game when the szn starts Y/N: he barely knows who i am Tucker: he thinks youre cute *Brock emphasized the message* Y/N: that was months ago Brock: whats the worst that can happen Y/N: hes literally a pro athlete Tucker: im a pro athlete and I still talk to you

You set your phone back onto the patio table, changing it out for your margarita. You were sitting on your new best friend and coworker, Caitlyn’s, back deck enjoying margaritas in the early Denver fall when she said a name you hadn’t heard in months.

“So, when were you going to tell me you know Tyson Jost?”

You nearly spit out the alcoholic beverage, choking as it goes down the wrong pipe. “Uh, because I don’t? He played hockey where I got my undergrad, not a big deal.”

“Then how come I’m scrolling on Instagram, and Tyson Jost shared to his IG story a picture that you, my friend, are in?” She pushes her phone across the table to you and you look at the picture. Sure enough, it’s a picture Brock had shared to his story, that Tyson had reshared, from the 2017 senior banquet. You’re standing between Brock and Tucker in the back of the photo, barely seen as you were tucked in a large group of hockey players. You weren’t even tagged and yet, somehow Caitlyn had been able to pinpoint you, with none other than Tyson Jost standing right in front of you.

“I’ve had maybe three conversations with him? He only played the one year there and I wasn’t tutoring him.” You shrug, not getting what the huge deal was.

“You were a tutor?”

“Yeah, for athletes, but towards the end I was mainly tutoring the hockey team. That’s why I’m in that picture, I was pretty close to a few of the guys. That was their senior banquet my senior year and I went as one guy’s date, and no, it wasn’t with Tyson or Brock. It was with a guy named Tucker, he plays for the Jets actually.”

Caitlyn asks a few more questions about your college life before the sun starts to set, and the hockey conversation gets dropped.

“Trust me, I’m not ‘immersed’ into the NHL community or whatever. I just have a few friends in the league that I don’t even talk to that much besides sending memes in a group chat.” You say closing out the topic, choosing to move onto something else.

“Anyways, tell me more about Jack! How come I haven’t met your soulmate yet, huh?” You ask giddly. Soulmates were one of your favorite things to talk about, mainly because you were a hopeless romantic at heart; always fantasizing about the day you’d meet yours and listening to other people share their stories about it.

“Well we met in March when we were at a tech conference while he was still going to school, but I had already graduated and moved here. He still has another year before he graduates and he plans on coming out once he does, depending on if he can get a job in the area.”

“Do you think he’ll move to Denver?”

“I think so, he loved it here when he came and visited over the summer. He loved this house, and he loves the outdoors. I don’t really want to leave, either. I mean, Denver’s my home.” She says, smiling at the thought of her current surroundings.

Hearing others talk about their soulmates kind of made you envious, but you were happy for your friend. Watching her face light up as she talked about Jack was something you only wished for and couldn’t wait to experience for yourself.

Two days later, you’re back over at her place for your weekly Taco Tuesday’s - a tradition the two of you had started not too long after you met at your job a few months back. You hop out of your SUV, noticing the moving truck next to your friend’s house, and definitely not missing the large group of burly men unpacking it.

Walking into the house you shout, making your appearance known. Entering the kitchen you set the grocery bag on the counter. “Did you see that people are moving in across the street? Looks like it’s a group of guys.”

Caitlyn shrugs before continuing, “Took ‘em long enough to sell the house. That house was up for sale when I moved here in June.” She starts walking around the island, back towards the front of the house to further inspect the new neighbors, you close behind. A few of them have their shirts off, even in the brisk fall Denver air, and even with the distance, the both of you can tell there’s some serious man-candy going on across the street.

The both of you retreat back to the kitchen, getting ready to make your weekly tacos, catching up on work, friends, drama, and what had happened on this week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy. As Caitlyn was finishing up the taco meat, you went to get beers from the fridge in the garage when you heard a voice other than your friends’ in the kitchen on your way back.

Walking into the room you’re shell shocked at the group of men in front of you. No, scratch that. Shocked at one particular man in front of you. Your jaw drops as none other than Tyson Jost looks right back at you.

He marveled at the sight of you, “y/n y/l/n?”

“In the flesh” You laugh lighty.

“You live here?” He inquired, with a hint of shyness in his voice.

“No, Caitlyn lives here, but I live in the area” you respond pointing over to the blonde standing in between the two of you. You look around at the rest of the guys, remembering that it’s not just the two of you standing in your friends kitchen, having what seems like a reunion of sorts.

A deep cough comes from next to you, pulling you out of your confused, yet awe-struck state. “Hey, uh, I’m JT,” comes from the burly redhead standing a few feet away from you, “This is Alexander, Nate, and then Tyson, who I guess you already know?” He points to everyone as he says their names, a hint of question in his tone when he goes over Tyson’s name.

At this, Tyson jumps in, “She went to North Dakota, too. She knew the hockey team.”

“Oh?” JT asks, eyebrows raising towards his hairline in question.

“Uh, yeah, I was one of the tutors.” You explain briefly.

“You still talk to any of them?” Tyson asks, centering the conversation around you rather than the relationship between the two of you.

“I talk to Brock every now and then, and I’m still pretty close with Tucker.” You answer, not wanting to give too many details about your friendships with other NHLers. Tyson nods his head at you, before JT speaks up once again, steering back to the original reason of the conversation.

The boys had stopped by because they saw the open garage and needed a pair of scissors. Something you assumed a group of guys would have when moving into a new house. As the conversation came to a halt, and the boys started to leave, wanting to let you guys get back to your dinner, Tyson stops on the front porch to continue talking to you.

“So, you ended up in Denver, eh?” He asks, shoving his hands into his short pockets.

“I did, and I like it a lot so far. I got offered a job as a project manager for a company that has their corporate offices here. Couldn't pass up the opportunity to move to a new city.” As you finish talking, you realize you had started rambling a little bit, a slight blush rising to your cheeks.

Tyson smiles widely, noticing the joy and passion in your voice. A voice in the distance calling out for Tyson breaks the moment you two are having. “I should probably get back, but, uhm, if you ever want to catch up or anything don’t hesitate to text me or something.”

“Uh, yeah, for sure. I’ll let you get back to moving.” You exclaim with a hint of nervousness. You weren’t sure if you should hug him goodbye, but you were a big hugger, so you awkwardly go in for a hug, to which Tyson happily consumes. The two of you go your separate ways as Tyson jogs across the street back to his house.

Walking back into Caitlyn’s kitchen, you’re snapped back to reality by the look on your friends face. Dropping your shoulders, you groan, “What?”

“I don’t know Tyson Jost, she says. We just went to college together, she says,” she mocks in a high-pitched tone. “That interaction had way too much something in it for you two to have just been acquaintances or whatever you were.”

“I promise you I barely know him. I just always thought he was cute like everyone else did and the guys loved to make fun of me for it. He’s also four years younger than me.” You reveal embarrassingly, a small smile coming to your face thinking back on some of the memories you had. “Like, my senior year, they made me show up to a jersey party at the hockey house wearing his jersey. I think I was the only one at the whole party even wearing something NoDak related, too. It was just dumb, little stuff.”

“Aw, that’s kind of cute.” Caitlyn gushes, taking a sip from her beer. The two of you start to make your tacos, and sit in a comfortable silence while eating.

It’s halfway through dinner you realize you don’t even have Tyson’s phone number, contemplating on whether or not you want to text him. “Should I text him?” You ask. “I barely know him and now he’s an up-and-coming professional athlete.”

“You’re both new to the city, so I don’t see the harm in it?” Your friend reasons.

You nod in agreement, trying to figure out how you’re even going to get his phone number. Picking up your phone, you go to text Tucker.

Y/N: would you happen to have tyson josts number :-) Tucker: thought you didnt want it Y/N: yeah funny story actually Y/N: i guess he lives across the street from my coworker now Tucker: ur kidding Y/N: i wish i was Tucker: i knew you two would somehow find each other Y/N: whatever

Tucker ends up texting you Tyson’s phone number a little bit later, and after a lot of typing and retyping you finally settle on a simple “hey” with a simple smiley face, letting him know it’s you.

Once you had sent the first initial text to Tyson a few days ago, it seemed like the two of you had been friends all along. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you, only texting one another when you really had the time to.

Part of you was nervous that the two of you had really never hung out, apart from those few occasions back at school, but even then it was never just the two of you. You had contemplated asking Caitlyn to come over in case it got awkward. In the end, you didn’t let your nerves get the best of you and you went through with going over to his house to meet up with him.

Knocking on the front door, you twist your hands together in anticipation.

The large wooden door swings open to reveal a very smiling Tyson, “Hey!” He moves to the side to let you in but as you pass him he opens his arm signaling for a hug.

You wrap one arm around him, half leaning into his side for a side hug as you greet him in return. “How are you?”

“I’m doing great, development camp just ended. I got the letter saying I made the opening day roster, so still trying to get used to that.” He answers with a small laugh. His hands are resting in his front hoodie pocket, and you notice how nice his posture is. You look over him, also noting that his legs look much thicker than you remember and his chest is much broader, even under the expanse of his hoodie.

“That’s great” You compliment, feet planted to the ground once you slip your shoes off. The two of you are still standing in the foyer of his home. The air around the two of you almost makes it feel like one of those ‘we met online and we’re now meeting each other for the first time’ moments.

Tyson starts walking, leading the two of you to his kitchen before asking if you want anything to drink.

“Water would be awesome.” You answer, moving to take a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island.

Tyson closes the fridge, handing you a water bottle. “So how long have you been in Denver?”

“Since June, so three months?” You say, counting on your fingers. “I got the job not too long after I graduated but I went on vacation with some friends before moving. What about you?”

“I actually came down in April after the UND season ended, but only for a few games. I just got back, like, two weeks ago.” He starts, leaning his elbows down against the counter in front of you. “I was in a hotel until you saw us moving in the other day, actually.”

“Why’s that?” You ask, knitting your eyebrows in confusion.

“So like, the way it works is that you have to make the team during development camp and if you don’t you’ll go back to wherever you were playing before. I already lost my NCAA eligibility when I left, so if I didn’t make the team I would’ve gone down to San Antonio where our AHL team is.” Tyson explains, hands moving around in the air as he speaks.

You nod your head as he speaks, starting to understand the process of how one makes the NHL. “Well, I think you’ll love it here. I’ve only been here for a few months and I can’t stop thinking about how perfect this place is.” You gush.

“Yeah, I’m really excited for the season. The guys are all really nice and welcoming already.” He muses. His eyes crinkle a little bit, a sure sign of happiness as he smiles.

You smile in response, “From what I remember back at school, you were pretty good, too.”

A small blush rises on his tan cheeks and the tips of his ears. He pushes a hand through the curls on the top of his head with a shrug. “You majored in marketing?” Tyson asks, changing the subject. He was never one to talk about himself too much, even with all of his accomplishments.

“I did!” you exclaim, surprised he even remembered that about you. “I’m a project manager, so I basically manage a few different projects at a time at a marketing firm. I like it a lot so far. That’s how I know Caitlyn, the girl across the street.” You point in her general direction, gesturing to the house across the street.

“What part of the city do you live in?” He asks curiously. He stands up straight again, leaving his hands resting on the counter.

“Over in Westwood, in a townhouse.” You answer, once again stunned at his ability to remember small details from previous conversations. “It’s just southwest of downtown and like, 20 minutes from here.”

“I haven't really gotten the chance to really explore the area too much, so I have no idea where that is.” He laughs.

You laugh along with him, “We can always figure it out together if you want, because I haven’t done too much either.” You freeze up slightly at your request, not really knowing where your bravery came from.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer,” He agrees. “Being around a bunch of hockey players all the time can be a little much. Besides, it’s nice to have familiar faces around, eh?” He quirks his eyebrow at you.

“For sure.” You agree, taking another sip from your water. “You have any other plans for the day?”

“Other than this, no.”

“I was thinking,” you start, “we could order food or something? I can start showing you the best food places around.”

“Yeah, I’m actually getting kinda hungry. What’re you thinking?” He asks, making a show to rub at his belly.

“I found a really good ramen place a few weeks ago that I really liked if you’re down to try that?” You suggest, pulling your phone out planning to pull up the menu for the two of you.

“Sure, I’m down to try anything.”

You stand up from where you were sitting to move over to him, placing your phone on the counter so both you and Tyson can look at the screen. He moves closer to you, shoulders now touching as you both look down at the phone in front of you quietly. He’s comfortable enough to scroll on the website on his own, even with the newness of your friendship.

As you move to fully stand straight up next to him, the brush of the side of your upper arm against his sends a sort of static through your body. You shrug your arm, moving a few inches away from the man next to you.

“Do you know what you want? I can call and place the order.” You suggest, gesturing towards your phone. He pushes the phone over to you, telling you what he wants before saying he’ll venmo you for his part.

A little while later, once you’ve driven to downtown Denver and back, you have ramen in front of you as the two of you sit out on the back deck trying to enjoy the last of the warm weather.

The two of you sit across from one another eating in the quiet when JT walks out. “You guys got food and didn’t ask me if I wanted any? I’m hurt.”

Your eyes gaze between him and to Tyson, before Tyson speaks up, “Not my problem you weren’t around when we ordered it.”

You chuckle lightly at the interaction in front of you as JT rolls his eyes looking for a response. Instead of verbally responding, he walks over to take a seat next to his roommate, giving him a shove as he passes by him.

“So, y/n, have you found your soulmate yet?”

“Bro, what is with you and your need to ask every single person you know that?” Tyson groans, dropping his fork into his bowl.

“What, it’s fascinating!” He exclaims, leaning back into his seat.

“Yeah, because you basically already know who yours is.”

“You already have a soulmate?” You ask, swallowing the bit of noodles in your mouth.

“Technically, no,” He starts, dragging out the ‘no’. “But I’m convinced I know who it actually is.”

“He met this girl over the summer and felt some ‘connection’ to her or whatever.” Tyson says, doing finger quotations around connection.

“Shut up,” JT groans. “I swear the world stopped when we made eye contact and then we talked and I was just blown away.”

You look at him as he talks, but you notice Tyson next to him, mouthing the words JT is speaking. You giggle a little, causing Tyson to smile.

“I think that’s great, you’ll have to keep me updated on it all.” You say with a smile on your face. Tyson and JT continue to bicker like the best friends you're starting to see they are, as you sit and continue eating your ramen. The way Tyson easily chirps him and laughs makes your stomach do tiny little flips.

January 2018 - Pepsi Center, Denver, CO

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best friend ever?” Caitlyn exclaims with glee.

You laugh loudly, holding open the door to the Pepsi Center for your friend to walk through. “You mean have you ever told me that you love that I’m friends with NHL players so I can get good tickets? Once or twice.”

The Winnipeg Jets were in town, meaning Tucker would be playing Tyson for the first time at the NHL level. Tucker had let you know a few weeks ago that he would be in town briefly to play the Avs, and what he didn’t know was that Tyson had also told you the other day about the game. Tucker offered to get you and a friend tickets to the game, which you happily took.

Now, the both of you are walking around on the concourse level, looking for a good place to stop and get drinks before puck drop.

Caitlyn turns to you after you both get your drinks, “Does Tucker know that you’re talking to Tyson?”

“No, I’d thought I’d let him figure it out on his own. I mean, he was one of the guys that always pushed us two to get to know each other so I don't want to make a big deal out of nothing yet.” You shrug.

“Didn’t you say we’re all getting brunch tomorrow though? Won’t he know then?”

“He knows, yeah, but he doesn’t know that I know Tyson will be there. Just a little payback for all the pranks he pulled back in college.”

You guys finally locate your seats in the lower bowl, drifting your conversation to the game itself. You knew Caitlyn was a big hockey fan, her being from Michigan and all, so you were happy you finally got to see her in her element.

The Avs scoot by with an overtime win, not seeing too much action from either Tyson or Tucker on the official score sheet. As you guys exit the arena, you shoot a text to both Tyson and Tucker individually, letting them know they played good games.

The next morning both you and Caitlyn are running a little behind getting to brunch, catching an odd amount of Denver traffic on the way to the chosen restaurant.

Walking through the glass doors of the restaurant, you wipe your snow covered feet off on the mat before looking up trying to either spot the mop of curls atop Tyson’s head or Tucker’s broad shoulders.

You catch Tyson’s eyes before Tucker spots you, giving him a small wave and smile before you and Caitlyn make your way over to their table. Tyson stands to give you a hug before Tucker can and when you pull away, you see a look of confusion on Tucker’s face. You move to give him a tight hug, letting him know how much you’ve missed having him around.

Once Caitlyn introduces herself to Tucker, the two of you take your seats across from them in the booth.

“I feel like the two of you are all grown up! My two not-so-little NHLers,” You squeal jokingly. Tyson laughs with a slight blush at this, while Tucker, who’s across from you, rolls his eyes.

“No no no, we’re not doing that.” Tucker laughs. “You can see how we’re doing with one google search. How’re you? How’s work?”

“Very good!” You exclaim, “Caitlyn and I have this really innovative project coming up that we’re super excited for.”

“The one with Finish Line?” Tyson jumps in, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah that one!” Caitlyn answers. You can tell she’s about to explain it further with the way she leans forward over the table.

Tucker cuts her off before she can continue to explain it, “What the fuck? How did you know that?”

“She was telling me the other day about it when I was at her place.” Tyson answers quickly.

“You were at her place?” Tucker asks, growing even more confused.

“Yeah, he was helping me with my new desk. Caitlyn was out of town so she couldn’t help.” You answer without hesitation.

“Oh! You got it set up?” Caitlyn asks the two of you. “You’ll have to send me a picture when you get home.” The way Caitlyn jumps into the conversation doesn’t help Tucker’s confusion one bit as he stares at the three of you blankly,

“So you’re telling me the two of you, like, hang out?” Tucker asks, pointing between the two of you.

“Mhhm,” you hum with a tight-lipped smile. “Not too often, though.” Before Tucker can muster up a response the waitress appears to take your breakfast orders.

“We’ve only really hung out a few times since we reconnected a few months ago,” You continue once the waitress walks away. “Like, maybe two or three times?” You look at Tyson for confirmation to which he nods his head with a quick ‘yep’.

“So, you actually ended up texting him?” Tucker asks you.

“Uh, yeah? Why wouldn’t I have?”

“You literally avoided him all of spring semester.” Tucker states. Realization of what he’s talking about hits you and you sink back into the cushioned booth, your stomach tightening up with nerves.

Tyson, who looked like he was just checking something on his phone, whips his head up to look at his old teammate next to him.

“I did not,” You stutter, eyes shooting daggers at the Jets player across from you. “He drove me home from the bar once and then I didn’t see him again until a few months ago.”

“And you guys hooked up and then we never saw you in the same room again.” He says casually, reaching for his glass of water and bringing it to his lips. You choke on your coffee at his remark, going into a fit of coughing once you set your mug back down in front of you.

“Dude,” Tyson warns roughly and slaps at Tucker’s chest.

“What? No one knew where the two of you went and you wouldn’t really say anything about it when we all asked!”

“You told everyone we hooked up?” You ask, staring blankly at Tyson in disbelief.

“I literally told the whole team that some asshole spilled his drink on her and drove her home and then ended up going home right after instead of back to the bar.” Tyson says through gritted teeth. His stern gaze turns from Tucker towards your face, eyes turning soft when he sees your mouth slightly agape.

“I swear I never said anything happened between the two of us.” He promises to you, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes stay focused on him for a while longer. The breath you didn’t mean to hold in is let out a huff of air once you see the sincerity behind his eyes.

“Tucker, that was literally just a coincidence that we never saw each other, and besides, Tyson told me he left school to come down to Denver right after the banquet.” You say, turning your attention back to him.

“Okay, sorry about the assumption.” Tucker apologizes, moreso to you than to Tyson. A smirk plays at his lips and you know exactly where he’s taking this conversation. Before you’re able to derail him and switch the topic to anything else he opens his mouth once again. “Everyone knew you guys were attracted to one another so it wasn’t a stretch to think.”

Your previous embarrassment comes back full force with your cheeks heating up. You pick up your coffee mug once again taking a sip, this time to hopefully hide the pink tint on the apples of your cheeks. You take notice at how Tyson doesn’t move to discount Tucker’s comment this time and especially notice the tips of his ears turning pink.

It’s almost like you’re saved by the bell as the waitress walks up the table, arms full of your food. The rest of your brunch is spent catching up and telling Caitlyn all about what it was like at UND, while she shared stories about herself as well as her soulmate.

All throughout brunch, you couldn’t shake the feeling of the pull you felt towards the man that was sitting kitty-corner to you. Even as you and Caitlyn parted ways from the guys once you left, you swore you felt a part of yourself walk away with them. It may have been a feeling you couldn’t shake, but you still chose to ignore it as the two of you walked back to the parking garage Caitlyn’s car was located.

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techni-kolor · 4 years ago

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For the trope mashup, 13 and 59 for Jonmartin or Jontim?

Okay this is gonna just be SO much angst but ,,, (Detective AU mixed with Love Confession AU !! With JonTim!!)

I'm picturing Jon as the detective, he's a rookie and despite his vigorous work ethic lacks a lot of the interpersonal skills really needed for the job. He's worked for The Magnus Institute, a private agency, for a few years before eventually given the file of The Skinner, an infamous killer that no one really thinks exists beyond in scary urban stories.

He sets off to research and finds startlingly little except that he always seems to strike around carnivals. Going off of that tiny sliver of information Jon begins staking out any mention of "The Circus" or carnivals and clowns in general.

After months of exhausting work, he finally manages to pinpoint The Skinner's next target, after already losing track of him multiple times.

Its a vintage circus that appears to have come out of no where but is making its next stop in Leicester.

Jon steels himself, and gathers all of his knowledge about The Skinner and sets off to the carnival. (Much to the ire of his co-workers who have gone beyond thinking this was busy work to thinking that its a frankly creepy obsession.)

Jon arrives and the show commences without any sort of remarkable events. But, while there he does run into the most attractive man he's ever met, and in their brief conversation they share a mutual irritation at the show but need to be there for "work reasons."

The circus itself is uneventful and turns up no further evidence.

Jon redoubles his research, instead focusing on non-active circuses as over the past year he's had no luck with finding any suspicious activity surrounding the operating ones and the killer is definitely still at large.

In the year of working, Jon has began having nightmares about The Skinner and how his victims faces are torn off and their remains desecrated and the stress of the case is making his coworkers even more suspicious. (Except for his boss, Elias, who seems proud of his sudden shift in intensity.)

Eventually he uncovers an ancient wax museum, and that it seems to be a cover for strange happenings. The entire place is rife with records of bright flashes, screaming from unknown origins, and occasional, disturbing reports of music playing even though its been abandoned for years.

Jon tracks down its location and with all the resolve, and obsession, he can muster goes to the museum.

He never makes it though.

On his way, and only a few minutes before he could arrive at the museum, he drives past a tiny cemetery.

He ignores it at first, but there's a man kneeling beside a grave and he is abruptly, so abruptly he almost careens off the road, reminded of the man from the circus months ago.

His dark hair is falling over his cheekbones and he is wearing a heavy coat, but even from the distance his long legs and athletic form are clear and something about the set of his jaw makes Jon certain.

And he is still absolutely as gorgeous as Jon had first found him, but suddenly other tiny details begin to click. The dark hair, the sharp toothed smile, the charisma that seemed to hide something more, the eerily casual way he hung around the circus without flinching and/or being there with children or any form of significant other.

Jon lets out the tight breath he was holding and turns the car around.

Sneaking through the scraggly cemetery he can't help but feel a sense of regret, and of pity.

The man, The Skinner, is knelt beside a grave, whispering in hushed tones to a plain stone. His eyes are glossy and beneath this dark hair there are tear tracks across his face.

"I know you're there." He calls

Jon jumps but with any sort of resolve he has, he stand up straight.

"You're The Skinner."

The man nods his head once, and when he lifts it, Jon is struck again by how beautiful he is even with the pain clear across his face.

"Yes. I am. I knew you'd find me eventually." He grins in an almost rueful way despite the situation. "I knew you wouldn't let it go after I met you at the carnival. People like us," he gestures to the grave, "We can't let go can we?"

"You killed those people?" Jon's voice comes out both sharper and more fragile than he wanted.

The Skinner nods again. "They took everything from me."

His eyes trail back to the grave.

For the first time Jon notices the details, the well worn grass beneath The Skinners feet, the neatly trimmed bush of flowers encircling the grave, and the neat script across the stone. Daniel Stoker.

"He was all I had." The Skinner sighs, long and dull.

"He was your brother." Jon isn't sure where the knowledge comes from but in the recesses of his mind he recalls the name Danny being intertwined with the first and most gruesome of the muders. "You killed him."

"What?" Tim eyes snap back to him, suddenly sharp and ferocious.

Jon can't help but stagger back a step.

"I didnt, I'd– I would never." He said, putting a strong hand against the gravestone. "I loved him."

"He was your first victim."

The Skinner huffs at him. "You're pretty slow on the uptake for a detective."

"I am not." Jon says indignantly before he can help himself.

"Yeah, sure." The Skinner huffs again. "I didn't. I would never kill Danny. I'd never even thought of killing anyone before they took him."

Jon doesn't get a chance to say anything, but the burning questions he has must show on his face because The Skinner continues.

"The Circus." The Skinner waves a hand roughly towards the road, in the direction Jon had been traveling. "Organized crime, still not sure what branch they are, but they took Danny when we were. We were kids. And they killed him, skinned him."

He pauses again.

"So I started skinning them."

Jon feels at once a flash of fear, and a flash of something bright and sharp that feels a lot like sympathy.

"You're looking for revenge." It isn't a question even as his voice wobbles.

The Skinner sighs and nods. "Yeah, I am."

He traces long fingers over the gravestones cursive. "I love him too much to not to."

"Are you going to kill me?" Jon asks suddenly.

The Skinner looks up and for a second there is something dark in his eyes before it flickers away.

"I should, but I won't."

"Why?" The word jumps out before Jon can realize the implications of aksing why a serial killer would choose not to murder you rather than being grateful.

The Skinner gives me a long look and something like a smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth. "Cause you're in it for the same reasons as me. Even if your ways more on the legal side."

Jon stands stock still, the image of the man known as "Mr. Spider" flashing before his eyes and his sudden escape from a certain death.

The Skinner breaks the silence.

"What are you going to do?"

"What?" Jon startles.

A tiny hint of a smile creeps across the Skinner's face. "Slow." He chuckles under his breath. Louder he says, "You've caught me. Am I going to prison for the rest of my life? Or am I just going to die here?"

Even though the words are flippant his eyes drift towards the grave in a way that suggests, with near certainly, that if he has to die then he wants it to be here. With Danny.

Jon's thought catch, and race through a hundred scenarios. He in no way is liesenced to kill anyone, regardless of the fact that that option is off of the table. He can't simply let him go, The Skinner is known nationwide even if it mainly through ghost stories. He could theorically pretend as though he had had found nothing and give up the case.

Instead what comes out of his mouth is, "I want to offer you a job."

"What?" The Skinner rocks back onto his heels, still kneeling.

Jon hiestates for a second. He is certain he has no hiring power or any sway beyond being a half decent researcher but he can't just let the man go.

"I work for The Magnus Institute. We investigate things like this, things like you. And you– well you can research The Cirus." He pauses, his voice lowering. "Like you said, people like us."

The Skinner sits back in silence.

"You don't even know my name." He says.

Jon gestures the grave. "I would guess that your last name is Stoker?"

A flicker of amusement breaks up the shock on The Skinners face.

"That it is. My first name is Timothy. Tim really though."

"I'm Jon, Jonathan Sims." Jon says automatically.

Tim laughs. The sound is raspy, but the clear mirth to it still has a traitorous part of Jon warming from the inside out.

"I'm going to need details about this Magnus place." He says, his hand resting easily on the gravestone as he rose to his feet.

Jon nodded. "Of course. I can provide any information that you need."

The Skinner, Tim Stoker, nods and his fingers trail off of the stone. "I guess I'll follow your lead then."

(Sorry there's no read more cut !! I wrote this on my phone !!)

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probably-writing-x · 5 years ago

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Admittance pt.5

Guzmán x Reader

Request by anon: heyyy, can you do a part 5 of the admittance series with guzman? i love it so much!!!

Gif is not my own

Requests are open🤍

“Alright, why have you bought me an ice hockey puck?” You laugh as Guzmán walks through the door carrying the food bags with him

“Pick it up,” He encourages, “Hold it.”

You look at him in complete bewilderment as you lift the object into your hand, “What have you done?”

“Nothing!” He laughs, setting the bags onto the table as he comes to sit beside you, “But that... is how much the baby weighs at the minute. Isn’t that crazy?!”

You look at him and watch as the creases appear beside his eyes and his dimples become prominent on his faultless skin. He looks so focused at the puck in your hand like it held just as much life as your swollen belly.

“A hockey puck huh? That doesn’t sound so scary,” You joke.

You were now at sixteen weeks of your pregnancy and things had been going smoothly for the most part. Although it terrified you that you’d be nearing the halfway point and were yet to figure out any system that would actually work for both of you. You hadn’t thought about living arrangements, what you’d do about school, finances, any of it. For now, you were happy with watching Guzmán’s face light up at the slightest mention of the baby.

“What food did you get?” You ask him, reaching over to peer into the bags.

“Sushi!” Guzmán grins, standing up to get the food once again after he snaps out of his distraction, “I heard salmon is good for pregnancy, and you love Japanese food - hence, sushi.”

Guzmán, as always, hadn’t once strayed from his promise of being with you through everything. But what had surprised you most was how conscious he’d been about everything. He made sure to do as much research as he could on everything you were going through and tried to give himself an understanding of anything he could do to help. Even Ander had mentioned how surprised he was to see it.

“Come on, eat your food,” He encourages once you realise how distracted you’d been simply thinking about him.

He’d been nothing short of perfect for this entire time and it never failed to release some of your fears every time he’d give you a bright smile and tell you about how excited he was to meet his ‘mini me’

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Guzmán cocks a brow.

You should tell him that the two of you need to discuss the important stuff but it felt impossible to do when he was sat so close and things were going so well with the two of you. You werent together, and nothing had happened that was more than that kiss at the hospital. You were just a lot closer now. It wasn’t strange for him to wrap an arm around you whilst you were watching a film or for his hand to find yours as you were walking. Nothing had been said, but those little pocketed moments were never unwelcome.

“Movie day?” You cock a brow, “I think Ander and Omar are around so we could watch something all together.”

“Yeah, okay,” He smiles, “But I’m not letting Omar pick the film again.”

- - - - - -

It’s over the next few days that you realise more and more that you should really start to talk to Guzmán about your plans and what would happen once all of this pregnancy had finished. No matter how well he’d been acting, your situation wasn’t perfect. You’d be living in separate houses, he’d still be in education and you still hadn’t figured out if you’d be able to graduate from home or not.

“What are you doing for Christmas this year Guzmán?” Ander asks as all of you finish decorating the tree in your lounge.

It was a little late really, with Christmas only being a few days away, but the intention was there. It would just be you guys for Christmas this year at home - your Mum, you and Ander, and Omar.

“It’s just me and Mum at home this year, I didn’t really care much for visiting my grandparents,” Guzmán explains.

The two of you had already had this conversation. He didn’t want to visit them mainly because he was reluctant to be too far from you. You’d tried to dispute but his mind was unchanging.

“How about you join us here?” Ander’s Mum suggests, “You’re more than welcome.”

Guzmán looks a little shocked and his eyes fall down to you like he’s looking for some sort of confirmation.

“Yeah, definitely, why don’t you ask your Mum?” You smile.

This felt like the closest thing he’d had to a real team in a long time. For so long he’d been flicking between all of the wrong people and never really finding anyone real. Now he had you and this weird little formation of family that somehow was starting to work.

“Okay, thank you, that would be great. I’ll speak to her when I’m home but I’m sure she’d be more than happy,” Guzmán nods to your mother, “Thank you.”

You turn back to the tree and fix one of the lights that had fallen out of line. Guzmán stutters in his movements and sets down a bauble on the side, wiping his hands on his trousers.

“Excuse me,” He shuffles past you with a hand on your back and steps past the group to walk towards the stairs.

You find yourself following him a little while later when he’s not back downstairs and you instead find him sat on the edge of your bed staring at nothing but the room around him.

“Are you okay, Guzmán?” You frown, pausing in the doorway - you’d never seen this weird quiet side of him before.

He glances up at the sound of your voice and smiles, “Yeah, I’m good, sorry. Just thinking.”

Your hands settle over your bump as you stand, still getting used to the strange offset balance it gave you.

“I guess with Christmas coming up, things just feel really real. I’ve hardly been the happiest guy recently, Marinas diagnosis, my father, losing Marina, Lu, Polo, Ander... I feel like I’ve just been keeping afloat in this whole mess around me. And now? It feels like I’ve never been so happy,” He laughs a little, “This isn’t anything I expected from my final year at school, but God, it feels like the best chance I’ve got at feeling like I’m worth something.”

You move over and sit beside him on the bed, taking his hand and placing it over yours on your growing belly, “Guzmán, when a woman’s pregnant, all everyone can talk about is her job in it all. Praising her for it, asking how she’s doing, what they can do, how she’s feeling... nobody ever talks about you in all of this. You’ve been incredible! Always. And that should be more than enough for you to prove yourself to yourself. You shouldn’t just feel like you’re worth something, because to that little hockey puck in there, you’re worth everything.”

A small tear slips out from the side of his eye at your words as he glances down at your belly and emphasises all the love he can possibly muster into his gaze.

“I’ll do everything I can, you know that. And when we get round to moving you into my home, I’ll make sure you’re all settled and I-“

“When I move in?” You raise your brows, pushing away from him a little.

“Well yeah, I just figured that you’d be moving in with me and my Mum. There’s hardly room for me and the baby here, with the rest of you too,” He defends, “Didnt we...”

“Guzmán we never said anything about moving in together. And certainly not about me leaving my family to live with you. Do you think that’s a good idea?” You question, watching as his hand falls away from you.

“You think I’m just going to live apart from my own child?”

“I think that we need to discuss this properly before we make any decisions that aren’t in everyone’s best interests.”

It looks like he practically deflates beside you as his shoulders drop and his eyes fall to the floor, “Yeah, maybe we should talk about it. Seems like we both have pretty different ideas of how this is all going to work.”

“Guzmán don’t be like that...” You sigh, going to reach out for him but stopping as he stands up abruptly, “Guzmán! You can’t be serious?”

“I should head home,” He nods, running a hand over his hair, “You’re still coming to dinner tomorrow? My Mum really wants to see you.”

“Yeah, of course I’ll be there,” You reply quietly, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He doesn’t leave you with a kiss on your forehead, or a small goodbye aimed at your bump, he just leaves. And you stay sat on that bed just as deflated as he had been. Was this the first sign of this evident demise? And had you caused it all by being so reluctant to break the pattern of your comfortable haven with Guzmán?

- - - - - -

As promised, you arrive at Guzman’s house the following afternoon for dinner with him and his Mum. It’s a relief when she opens the door instead of him and you’re not sure why.

“Oh honey! Look at you!” She beams, wrapping you in a cautious hug as she tries at avoid pressure on your stomach, “Come in, come in!”

You step into the house and hand over the flowers you’d brought with you, “These are for you. I’m sorry I’ve been taking up so much of Guzman’s time.” You joke.

“Oh don’t be silly,” She brushes you off, “I’ve never seen the boy so happy, and I’ve never heard him talk about someone so much!”

You’re thankful he’s not around to see you blush.

“He’s just finishing getting ready, you know what he’s like,” His mother rolls her eyes, “Feel free to go and find him, I’ll put these in water. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour.”

“Amazing, thank you,” You smile as she heads off into the kitchen.

This house, though smaller than their last one, was definitely nicer than your own. The lounge was huge and you could already imagine it being littered with toys and baby mats and more colour than this modern interior ever held. You make your way upstairs and try to find Guzmán before dinner to maybe try and clear up some of the grey area from yesterday.

You pass his bedroom and find it completely empty, passing onto the next room that holds your attention more than any other. It’s one of the smaller rooms of the house but it’s nearly completely empty. There’s only a small wardrobe on one wall that you find yourself walking over to. When you open the door, your heart drops a little. Hanging up in the bare cupboard is one single outfit, a baby outfit. It’s a baby grow that seems fearfully tiny, in a pale yellow that’s decorated with small bees swirling in flight paths over the material.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Guzmáns voice comes from behind you and it instantly makes you flinch and turn around to see him.

“When did you buy this?” You ask, hands brushing delicately over the tiny body of material.

“About a week after you told me you were pregnant. I needed to clear my head, rethink a lot of things, and try to process everything. And I stumbled upon this little shop in town and I bought that,” He explains, “I was going to keep it until... I don’t know I guess, just later.”

You smile a little and close the wardrobe doors behind you, “And this room?”

“The nursery,” He nods, “I know it’s pretty far away but I had a spare evening so I cleared out this room and thought I’d at least have it ready for when I can buy some furniture, that wardrobe was one that Marina had when she was a baby - I just put it in here so I’d have somewhere proper to keep that outfit.”

You keep silent. How had he become so unbelievably committed to this whole process?

“Even if you’re not living here, I can still use this place when the baby comes to stay with me. Maybe a couple of nights a week if that’s not too much trouble.”

Those words were enough to break your heart into two. This was your baby just as much as it was his. He shouldn’t feel like he isn’t seeing his own child simply because of your imperfect circumstances. But could you really commit to living platonically with someone you hadn’t exactly been seeing as a friend recently?

“I’m sorry for what I said about living together Guzmán. I was just surprised that you’d thought that far ahead, and living together is a big commitment.”

He scoffs, “No bigger than having a child together.”

“It just doesn’t seem like a good idea in the long run. You’re going to eventually want to bring girls home, a girl you’ve met at the club or something. And what? Your summer fling is sleeping in the next room with the baby you have together?” You shake your head, “That’s not fair on you.”

“I don’t want to bring girls back. I’m going to be a father (Y/n), I don’t care about picking up some chick from the club for a one night stand,” He defends himself, “I want to commit to this, to you and to that baby. And I want to be there for you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “You really think it could work?”

He laughs gently, “It would be like having our own place. We have our own kitchen here, bathroom, two bedrooms. My Mum would be living in the same house but it’s basically like living separately. Nobody else would be up at three am when the baby won’t stop crying, and nobody would be listening to your snoring at 4 in the morning like I have to listen to.”

You chuckle as you feel tears brew behind your eyes, “You’re so sweet, Guzmán. Are you sure though?”

“No. I don’t think either of us are sure about anything. But I know we’ll give it our best shot. And I want nothing more than to be by your side to shoot that shot with you.”

“Okay,” You smile, “Okay, I’ll move in.”

Guzmán’s face brightens up instantly as he moves forward and wraps his arms around you, holding his torso back to avoid your belly, “I’ll do everything I can (Y/n).”

You let out a shaky breath. You wouldn’t let yourself fall for him. You couldn’t possibly. But his touch seemed to now have much more of an effect than it ever had done in summer. Now, it made your heart practically flip in your chest.

You reluctantly had to believe that he didn’t feel the same. Even if he felt like he’d pass out if his heart raced any faster. In learning to love that baby inside of you, he’d found himself falling impossibly in love with the girl who’d hold the other half of that baby’s life.

- - - - - -

Dinner was a success and you ended up sleeping round in Guzman’s room that night. It didn’t feel strange to share a bed anymore and also never felt strange when his arms fell around you as his hands placed themselves on your bump. When you wake up the following morning, Guzmán is nowhere to be seen. It’s far too cold already on this winter morning so you find yourself wrapping one of his blankets around you as you walk through the house to find him. It’s even stranger when you find him stood outside by the pool, topless at that.

“What are you doing? It’s like two degrees out here!” You wince at the chilling breeze, tugging the blanket tighter around you as it also formed a hood over your head.

“Just getting in a quick morning swim, can’t risk losing this body,” He jokes as he turns around to face you, “Did you sleep well?”

“Better, thank you,” You nod, “Until your early morning swim had to disturb me. The bed’s too cold if you’re not sleeping in it too.”

He looks down so you don’t see how his cheeks light up with a blushing glow.

“Come on then, get on with your swim so we can go back inside,” You encourage as you waddle sluggishly over to one of the loungers.

You drop down onto one of them and groan as you try to snuggle into the warmth of the blanket around you as much as possible.

“Are you sure you’re going to be able to control yourself?” Guzmán cocks a brow, “Last time we went swimming in my pool, you certainly couldn’t.”

“Can we please not talk about the ongoings of summer? We all know you were much less capable of controlling yourself compared to me.”

He laughs and it injects a bright, dimple displaying grin onto his face, “Alright, okay. It was your fault though (Y/l/n).”

You scoff, “Lets just not bring up summer.”

He falls serious for just a moment, “Do you regret it? Everything that happened over those few months?”

“What?” You laugh, “Why would I forget it?”

He shrugs and fiddles with the material of the towel in his hands, “You could’ve easily found yourself a boyfriend over summer, not just someone you were sneaking around with.”

“I didn’t want a boyfriend,” You respond, “We both knew what we were getting ourselves into.”

“Yeah, I just don’t think we realised what we’d get out of it,” He smirks, but it falls slightly.

He didn’t just mean the baby. He meant that gut wrenching feeling that made his heart beat, his hands shake, his mind race - that feeling of falling in love with you.

“Well, Guzmán, Id gladly do that summer all over again,” You assure him, crossing your legs on the lounger, “Now get on with your swim.”

Guzmán takes the chance to look at you properly now that you’re not looking back. You weren’t the same girl he’d been on that fling with. You aren’t that girl wearing a bikini at his poolside that he’d learnt to easily untie the strings of at the best and worst moments. Not the girl that would make sarcastic comments as your hair was dripping wet from the pool and your damp skin glistened with a darker glow in the setting sun. Not all of that beauty that he’d convinced himself was only surface deep. You were now seventeen weeks pregnant, wrapped up in the thickest blanket you could find with messy hair and puffy eyes. And it felt like he’d never seen something he could adore so much. Would that make this whole situation better or worse? He feared knowing the answer to that.

“Guzmán Nunier Osuna, either jump into that water or come and warm me up because it’s fucking freezing out here and I don’t want to be out here for longer than I have to,” You pout through your makeshift blanket covering, your eyes remaining shut.

With a shaky breath, mainly from his fear of his own feelings, Guzmán finds it impossible to say no to the latter of those options. His morning swim could wait for another day. For now, you were sat outside his house at a far too early hour on a winter morning, and he couldn’t possibly disappoint you. His arms wrap around you and all he can think of is giving you the Christmas present he’d been waiting for far too long to gain the courage to give. When Christmas rolled around, it would be the final push he needed. And it was sink or swim for whatever your response would be.

How could you possibly sink? Guzmán had already pulled you under from the moment you’d first looked at those eyes and saw more than you’d ever seen in anyone. From first being admitted into this life you’d never prepared for, the last thing you’d expected was to find someone within it all that your heart would want to hold onto forever.

(((I’m sorry but I love this series so much!!! Please send me through your thoughts - let’s chat about this chapter!)))

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ughitsnic · 5 years ago

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Do You Believe in Fate?

Tom Holland x Reader, Harrison x Reader

Smut towards the end, not alot but its there i guess

Chapter 2:

Saturday night didn't come quick enough and even despite your nerves you were excited to finally, hopefully, get laid or at least let loose and have some fun. You couldn't even remember the last time you went out, it had got to have been months at least because the last time you did, you were still with your ex.

You sat quietly on the bus into town, Pete had introduced you to all of his friends. There were alot and you couldn't even remember half of their names. One name that did stick with you was Harrison, mainly because he was the most friendly of the group and made you feel welcome. He was sitting next to you.

“How come you haven't come out with us before?” Harrison asks looking at you.

You shrug. “Uni work? i've finished for summer now though so you might see more of me” you explain, smiling at him. God he was cute.

Hours could have passed, or maybe minutes all you knew was that you were way too drunk in a random club, the rest of the group nowhere to be seen as you and Harrison sat chatting, maybe flirting at the bar. You weren't too sure, he could just be being nice, you think to yourself. You take a long sip of your gin.

“Next week Claire is having a house party, you should come” he tells you, shouting over the music. You rack your brian trying to figure out who Claire was, whether she was the tall pink haired girl or the shorter brunette.

“Should i?”

“Yes, I’d love to see more of you” you look at him confused. “Cmon, i love this song” he pulls you up off of the stool and into the crowded dance floor. If you were being honest you didn't recognise the song, and it wasn't that good but you danced along with him regardless, your drink in your hand spilling as your bodies moved together.

“Hey this club is dead, let's go” Pete shouts, resting his hand on your arm. You finish your drink and follow him out, Harrison close behind you. You had never been into the new club, it was packed full of sweaty bodies, that you had to squeeze past to get to the bar.

“I'll pay for this round” Harrison says into your ear. “Shots?” you couldn't say no. The more you drank, the more you leaned into his touch.

“Don't be shy” the alcohol was now definitely doing all the talking, a smirk appeared on his face as you place his large hands on your waist trailing them down to your hips and pulling you closer. Your bodies now pressed together, his hands falling to your ass, giving it a little squeeze, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. A giggle leaves your lips.

“When Pete spoke about you, he failed to mention just how beautiful you are y/n” Harrison whispers in your ear, you feel your cheeks burn once again. He quickly moves his hand so it's resting on your cheek, your heart pounds waiting for him to make a movie.

“Can i kiss you?”

“Uh… y-yes” He quickly presses his lips on yours, chills running down your spine. The kiss wasn't innocent by any means, it was hungry and full of lust. Your fingers dangle their way through his hair tugging as you open your mouth further to invite his tongue in.

“Maybe we should get out of here” you suggest, breathless and he simply nods. Neither of you bothered saying goodbye to anyone as you left. The taxi ride was short but despite this you couldn't keep your hands off of each other. He struggles with the lock as his lips continue to attack your neck, no doubt leaving marks. You both kick off your shoes, discarding your clothes throughout the flat as you stumble into what must have been his room onto his bed only in your underwear, he pushes you back on the bed and kneels down leaving wet kisses on your inner thigh.

“Stop teasing harrison” you whine. “Fuck me please” you didnt care how pathetic you sounded, you needed him now. he stands back up and you watch him step out of his boxers, you gasp at the size of him as he runs his hand up and down his length.

“I don't think you can take this baby girl” he was smug as he ran his tip along your folds.

“Please” you moan reaching for him.

“So wet for me”

“Just for you” as the words left your mind, your thoughts immediately rushed back to Tom. It was wrong, imagining it was him pounding into you, fucking you like you hadn't ever been before.

"Oh fuck To- there Harrison right there" you struggle closing your eyes, images of the brown haired boy filling your mind as you feel your orgasm wash over you.

You both lay next to each other breathless.

"Was that as good for you?" Harrison questions. You leave a single kiss on his shoulder.

"The best" you answer honestly. "But" you drag out. "I should get going" The guilt was already setting in.

"Please stay, it's late and i'm a cuddler"

"Lucky for you, i am too" you smile rolling back over and he pulls you closer, your head resting on his chest, closing your eyes, what are you doing y/n?

Finally got around to editing. ive been so busy at work the past week maybe 2. so glad i only have 2 shifts this week which means i have alot more time to write and edit it. requests are open. also if you wanna be tagged on this story you can dm me or shoot me an ask. im gonna try and actually update regularly so yep i think thats pretty much it. ive been listening to harry styles alot more than usual and i might do some imagines based on a few of his songs i dont know lol

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totheendofthelinepal · 5 years ago

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CONSTELLATIONS (PART FOUR)

Summary: Being stuck in space with ARES was not your plan, especially when a certain someone finds out you haven’t been intimate with anyone in your life.

Notes: Virgin Reader x Chris Beck, swearing, NSFW (18+)

exactly 12 months.

one whole year.

that was the time you were in space.

Coming home the media had a frenzy by the time the crew landed, getting this much attention was something you weren’t used to - Lewis however explained it would blow over in the next few months. There was a lot of newscast there when all of you walked out of the center after the landing. It took a few days for all of you to get used to the feeling of Earth again, and conditioning had to take place at the amount of time you were in space. There was only one thought on your mind - your Mother. Within a week of your release, you stayed every day and every night at her bedside. She was still in the hospital, going through chemo and the Doctor explained all of what she had endured. It nearly shattered your heart to pieces, knowing you missed so much time with her. But all that mattered in this moment was that you were here. The other alarmingly aware fact was that you hadn’t said a word to Beck since you landed, which of course partly because you were too freaked out by the whole idea of him. Up in space in your mind he was just a friend helping out a fellow friend. You honestly didn’t think you would lose your virginity in space - and if the world knew they would have an absolute heyday in the press. Which is why part of you was nervous it would get out somehow. Lewis found out shortly after the two of you started things up, and she warned the both of you of how many rules and regulations you were breaking - yet she didn’t stop it. In fact, she said she pretty much predicted it. After that moment, that very moment, you thought of how you first met Chris. Your mind went there often. Never thinking he would be the one, he would be your first.

Training school, First day.

The quiet classroom nearly brought you into a nerve wrecking state. Of course your first day was going to be a anxious experience, but you knew you wanted to do this. To become an astronaut was to have purpose in the world in your mind. Here you were, about to embark on that great journey. You stepped in, the quietness now seeping in your thoughts. You bit your lip out of habit whenever you were in a new environment, and your eyes were so distracted by the large board - you feet had stumbled across the room. Your cheeks grew hot, wondering if anyone had seen you. You looked up for just a moment, to see a pair of crisp white shoes. Your eyes flickered up to the body, seeing a man looking to you in a sympathetic smile.

“Jesus, you okay?” The man bent down to help you, and you noticed his blue eyes in that moment.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine.” You coughed out, grabbing your things quickly.

Your mind drifted to how incredibly cheesy this was, He was helping you with his books. But you weren’t the type of girl who fell for that kind of shmuck. Well, you thought you weren’t. You took a moment to focus, watching as the man with bright blue eyes looked to you in concern.

“Chris.” He laughed softly, offering his hand to you.

“Y/N.” You murmured politely, “Thank you. I can be a klutz.”

“Hey, no problem. At least in space, tripping isn’t much of an issue. right?” Chris smiled to you, hitting your arm lightly.

“Yeah, I guess not.” You smirked softly, “Maybe in these years of training I’ll gain my balance.”

Chris smiled to your comment, and then he was gone. You watched carefully as he made his way to his seat. By chance you had made contact with the spot you were hoping for, the very back. Your eyesight bid you well, and you didnt like the idea of people looking over your shoulder for some reason. You made your way to your seat quickly, and as you sat you saw the blue eyes you had looked into just moments ago, flicker back to you. He smiled politely again to you, and his eyes moved from your gaze in a smirk.

Present time, Apartment 102.

It clouded your mind again, wondering if Chris had thought about that day, or if he even remembered it. You decided that he most likely didn’t, you saw him with another girl later that year. You remembered her vividly as well, she was gorgeous. It was almost like she was a NASA barbie doll, which was very different from what you were. You were much shorter, and you definitely didnt have the long lucious blonde girls like she did. It made you think why Chris even agreed to have sex with you. It was obvious you weren’t exactly his type. It only made you doubt yourself, wondering if he was just planning on helping you out just for the sake of being in space. Maybe he just missed the touch of a woman - You were the only single one aboard the spacecraft. It made sense, the both of you just containing your little affair to the mission. Now you were home, and the idea of Chris being in your life was more terrifying than anything. It was mainly because of your experience with relationships.

Jacob.

You had started dating him a couple months in your training school, he was a Satellite Communications Engineer student - which meant his job was set to be a lot different from yours. He was kind to you at first, almost timid. But it was always the quiet ones, your mother warned, and she was right. He pressured you while the both of you were dating, and it only deterred you more from letting him be your first. Not only that, he was violent. Most days you would end up with small bruises, sometimes to your arms. Sometimes to your eye. You remembered explaining to Chris aboard the mission about him, and at that time he comforted you. You managed to make it very clear you didn’t want to see Jacob, and although he apologized for his actions - you could never go back. That was the dent in your exterior, making you only add to the wall built emotionally around you. It was some kind of miracle that Chris Beck managed to sneak his way in, only if it were for intimacy. The problem that you faced was you missed it. You missed him. Not just the sex, but the other quiet moments. The hushed tones in your deep conversations, the late nights he would come to your private quarters just to hold you. As you said, it could’ve just been the need to feel another person so closely. But you still missed it. You missed him. A soft knock broke your thoughts, and although you thought it almost impossible - you opened the door to what your mind had consisted of.

“Hey.” Chris choked out, and you could see it mustve taken him a moment to muster the courage to knock.

“Beck.” You smiled politely, “Whats up?”

“Wow. Casual. Okay.” Chris laughed nervously, and you noticed his hand behind his back.

“I- Shit. I’m sorry. How are you?” You mumbled, knowing how careless you sounded.

“Well, I just-“ Chris chuckled again, “I remember you saying you wanted starbucks.”

You tilted your head, knowing now what he was hiding. You smiled softly, taking it from his hold.

“Uh- thanks.” You smirked, “I got one like a week ago though.”

“Well, not from me. I promise its a lot sweeter.” Chris grinned to you, taking a sigh, “Look I know you’re avoiding me. You don’t have to.”

“Im not” You lied, biting at your lip softly.

“Yes you are, because I know you do that when you’re nervous. Come on, go out with me.” He smiled again, poking softly at your side.

“Chris, come on.” You shook your head, the idea almost ridiculous, “We’re not in space anymore you don’t have to do me any favors.”

His face fell at your words, and you knew that moment you mustve hit a nerve.

“You think it was just me doing you a favor?” Chris’ eyes looked to you in disappointment, and you felt the guilt rise in your chest, “Babe, come on.”

You flickered your eyes from his, knowing you couldn’t get sucked in once again. Especially now that you were back to reality.

“Chris, I-…I appreciated that you, did that for me. I do. It’s just I’m not…ready” You mumbled, the words struggled out.

He took a deep breath, moving closer to you he placed his hands at your jaw.

“Look at me,” You could hear the gentle tone, and it caused you to oblige at his words, “I’m not going to rush you. But I want to be with you.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say in this moment, his thumb now holding you chin in a sign of affection.

“The sex is just a bonus.” He smirked to you, and you felt his arm wrap behind your back. You laughed lightly, already feeling the heat rise at your cheeks.

“Well we aren’t in enclosed space any longer.” You bit your lip now in a suggestive manor, hoping he would catch on.

He grinned widely to you, his eyes now falling at your lips, “You’re right. We have the freedom to do whatever we want.”

“Or wherever we want.” You whispered, and you couldn’t help but feel the need for him grow in you. You took in his scent due the closeness, and it nearly caused you to get lightheaded. He smelled so good, and you knew from experience he tasted even better.

“Lead the way, sweetheart.” Chris whispered, placing the coffee on the nearest surface.

You took his hand, and you knew exactly where you wanted to lead him.

Just down the hall to the bed that had been vacant for so long.

In your whole life, you’d never hated yourself more than you did right now.

The rain pounded to the window, and you were finally leaned up due to the vacant spot in the bed. You were sure the guilt was written on your face, yet he wasn’t going to notice. You watched carefully as Chris dressed, the silence nearly killing you. You were almost bitter at the rain, knowing it was just your luck it would be cold out today. Your arms had prickles from the cold room, you were only in your bra still. You swallowed out, wondering if saying anything would help. But as you watched him, his expression was vacant and he still looked heartbroken. God, you hated yourself so much right now. Last night was supposed to be amazing, of course since it would’ve been the first time the both of you would’ve slept together since the spacecraft. It was at first, even though you tried to deter Chris from the slow process, you wanted it to be quick - mainly because you knew if you let him see that vulnerable part of you would mean you would let those walls down. You succeeded throughout the most of it, and for some reason.. some stupid reason - when he was nearing his finish, you panicked. You faked it. The thought now becoming a reality, it broke your heart. Mainly because Chris knew you too well, and the look on his face when you pretended to follow behind him. God he knew - you could see it on his features, and you’d never seen him so hurt. After it happened, he hadn’t said a word to you - and here he was dressing quietly, still no words to say. You almost felt the tears threaten to spill, but you didnt have the courage to show him vulnerability. The worst part is, you even talked about him meeting your mother today.

“Chris.” You choked out quietly, and you noticed his head turn slightly to you.

“I have to go.” He mumbled, and before you could ask if he was going to show up, he had walked out.

The hospital was cold too, and you felt like everything today was your doing. Everything that went wrong only felt like it connected to last night. Even now, as you sat on the side of your mother’s hospital bed - she was struggling to find a doctor who would take her type of insurance. The current doctor she had wasn’t too keen on taking her on without the right pay. You obviously didn’t understand it - why someone wouldn’t want to take care of someone who was sick, no matter the money issue. You offered to pay, but your Mother had always been so stubborn, and ever since Dad passed away, she wasn’t doing too well financially. She took notice of your mood, commenting on how you were doing what you did when you were nervous - chewing at your lip. You regretted last night with every fiber in your being, and yes you told your mother who Chris was - the two of you had a relationship like that. Of course your mother being blunt - she instantly commented how incredibly handsome he was, God did you know it. After she teased that your first was with a fox, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. The moment was interrupted, as you heard a soft knock at the hospital door. You gave her hand a soft squeeze, knowing it was hard to walk away from her anymore - even if it was just to get the door. You felt your heart squeeze tightly in your chest when you saw the man who had always been on your mind at the door. He still looked the same as this morning, yet this time he was holding a small bouquet of flowers. You smiled softly, and he had no expression still

“I brought these, for you Mom.” Chris mumbled quietly, handing you the flowers.

“She’ll love them. Thank you for coming” You managed to choke the words out, and he mustve heard the unsureness in your voice.

“Well, I told you I would. So here I am.” He smiled quickly, and you finally motioned him inside.

You could tell by the look on your Mother’s face - she was going to fall in love with Chris. He walked forward in a grin you hadn’t seen since yesterday when he brought you the coffee. It broke you, knowing how badly you hurt him. You watched carefully as your Mother struggled to get up to shake his hand, and of course Chris insisted she didn’t overdo herself for him. Chris was polite, and he asked how she was doing in a gentle voice - a caring voice he would use with you.

“Oh, I’m quite fine. Then again, I didn’t spend a year in space.” Your Mother smiled softly to him, causing a small chuckle to leave his lips.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad.” Chris sighed, “You’d be surprised with how much they pampered us up there.”

“I’m sure.” Your Mother smirked, “Also not so bad that you deflowered my daughter.”

Your cheeks felt instantly hot, and you had never felt so embarrassed in your life, “Mother.”

You nearly snapped, but remembering her state she knew she’d get a pass.

You watched Chris as he couldn’t help but laugh out, and you realized just how badly you missed that laugh.

“I-..Yeah.” Chris smirked softly, “I guess I did.”

“Chris.” You repeated the tone of voice, looking to him.

“I’m not going to lie to her when we first meet.” He defended to you, and your Mother let out a wide grin. One you hadn’t seen since Dad was around.

“Im just teasing, Honey. Don’t be such a prude.” Your Mother chuckled, and coughed instantly after.

Worry hit you, knowing how much in bad shape she was. Before you could aid her, Chris beat you to it. He walked quietly in front of you, motioning to her chart.

“Do you mind if I take a look?” He questioned out, his tone genuine.

“No, please do. You’re a Doctor aren’t you?” She smiled softly, earning another grin from Beck.

He went on to talk a lot of medical terms you had heard every so often on the Spacecraft, yet he went into more detail to explain to your Mother just what she needed. It surprised you, as he sat on the edge of the bed. He was already so comfortable with her, and apparently her with him. It only made it worse. You took a deep breath, as Chris began to explained he needed to get going. You wondered if he would speak to you again, and as you saw him walking away. You couldn’t help but follow his steps out into the hospital hall.

“Beck-“ You choked out, your voice nearly cracking.

“What, you can’t use my first name?” He turned to you, and you saw the hurt once again.

“Im sorry-“ You mumbled, “I know I shouldn’t have-“

“You’re right. You shouldn’t have.” He sighed out, “Was it always just sex with you? Was I just someone to get the deed done?”

You felt the heaviness in your chest, “No, No. You weren’t”

“Then why the hell do you keep pushing me away? Because it seems to me, anytime you want to have sex. That’s the only time I can get remotely close to you.”

“Chris.” You sighed, knowing that it was all coming to the surface now.

“No. You don’t get to talk your way out of this one. I wanted to make love to you last night, as goddamn cheesy that sounds. I just wanted you. Not some quick night of sex and me leaving in the morning again.” His breathing was ragged as the words flew out, and you felt your heart nearly drop to the floor.

You had no words, but your heart sped nearly a million miles a minute.

“This is why, right here. I say that to you, and you’ve got a look of flight in your eyes.” Chris’ voice raised, and you could see the hurt now turning to annoyance.

You tried, you really did. But no one had ever said anything like that to you in your whole life. It terrified you.

You saw now the couple of nurses staring in your direction, Chris taking now taking notice - he led you quietly to the nearest closet. You took a deep breath - knowing how passionate he was, he was most definitely not done.

“Still nothing to say?” He quietly mumbled to you, crossing his arms.

You swallowed out, and the courage finally decided to rise in you, “It wasn’t. It wasn’t just sex, Chris. You say these things, and it terrifies me.”

His expression finally softened to you, knowing just how much it took for you to just say that.

“Prove it.” Chris motioned to you, and you watched he bit his lip softly.

You knitted your brow, wondering what he was getting at, “Excuse me?”

You saw it now, his lips turning in a soft grin. You returned the expression, as he locked the door behind you. You blinked wildly, as you watched him remove his shirt. You couldn’t help but laugh out, he was absolutely insane.

“Chris, this is a hospital.” You chuckled softly, as he still continued his undressing actions.

“I’m a doctor. It’s okay. Just- think of it as some grey’s anatomy shit.” He laughed softly, reaching to your jeans.

“Come on, we can’t.” You looked to the door, even though it was locked - something in you was nervous someone would walk in. He only smirked to you, slowly unbuttoning your jeans still. You contemplated it still, just happy that this meant he forgave you.

“Make it up to me, Baby.” Chris whispered softly, his lips reaching to your jaw.

“Are you guilt tripping me right now?” You snickered softly, and you couldn’t think of all the reasons why you shouldn’t do this any longer - his hips were pressed to you, and you felt already how much he wanted you. He had no shame in grinding softly to you, and it only made you grow to be puddy in his hands. Finally, you gave in. You giggled out, reaching to take off your shirt in a quick motion.

“Turn around, sweetheart.” Chris whispered out again, his hands rubbing soft circles to your skin.

You took a deep breath, knowing how much he loved taking you like this. Ever since you were on the spacecraft - this also grew to be your favorite position. You heard the fumble of his jeans behind you, and the sensation of lips nipping softly to your shoulder. You sighed out already, feeling the need growing to your heat with each touch he gave you.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” Chris mumbled softly against your skin, “Let me take care of you?”

You nodded quickly, feeling his hands cascade up your back, all the way to pull down your jeans. The air hit you, causing you to wince lightly at the coldness. His hands reached in front of you, gripping softly to your chest as a signal he was ready. You whimpered out softly, as he tugged softly to the fabric. He had only seen you completely naked once - but he was always patient with you, so he understood silently when you didnt take your bra off. His hands fell to your waist, and you could feel him beginning to position himself.

“Chris” You moaned out softly, trying to tell him how badly you needed it.

“Are you gonna let the Doctor take care of you, Babe?” He chuckled softly, taking amusement in you now.

You gripped the shelf in front of you, and you had no control of your body pushing back to him, “Yes.”

That was all he needed it seemed, and you felt him push gently to you. Your head flew up, the fullness was something you still weren’t exactly used to. You heard a soft groan of relief behind you, and his hands pulled your chest upwards. You breathed out, your back now pressed to his chest by his actions. You had time to adjust as always, and he began to move slowly - causing your eyes to flutter close.

“Chris.” You choked out, knowing how much he loved to hear you.

His hips rolled in a steady pace, now picking up you felt his body move the both of you forward. Your hand found the side of his waist, the other jolting to the shelf for balance - he followed his hand gripping for leverage before you. His pace quickened, and you felt like you could hardly breathe at the angle he was hitting you. He pushed forward again, your stomach now pressed to the shelf before you in harsh motions. You fumbled slightly at his actions, and you could tell he was getting to the point of having no control of his hips. You groaned out again, feeling the tight coil pressurizing in your stomach. Chris breath fanned against you, and you couldn’t help but let your head fall back to his shoulder. Out of rhythm now, it was his signal that he was close to his finish before you were.

“It’s okay” You choked out, assuring him you’d follow behind.

“Not before you.” Chris gruffed out, his hand now snaking to your waist.

He waited a moment to position himself once more, and once he gained his leverage - his finger began to rub soft circles to your sensitive spot. You cried out uncontrollably, and you saw your knuckles grow white in the grasp in front of you. Chris reached out, his fingers intertwining now at the tight hold you had at the shelf. It finally hit you, your breath hitching out loudly. Your back arched out, Chris following to you within seconds of your orgasm. You heard his strangled groan of relief from holding back for you vibrate at your ear - the both of you now breathing out in tandem. He waited a moment for you to recollect yourself before he left you, his hands caressed softly - as if he was calming your body from the intense finish you endured.

“Are you alright?” Chris breathed out, his lips pressing softly to your shoulder once again.

“Yes.” You grinned widely, your head falling forward in bliss, “i’m sorry.”

You heard a soft chuckle, as he pressed his lips now to your ear, “You’re forgiven.”

The shower water pounded to the surface, and knowing Chris was just outside in your living room - you had a moment where your grin almost felt stupid. You shook your head, taking a deep breath you reminded yourself it was okay. It was okay to open yourself to him, he was safe. You told him it would just be a few moments, the two of you had left the hospital quickly in fear someone might’ve heard you. You never thought that you would be in this now - bit by bit you were opening up, showing Chris pieces of you that no one else had seen. Not even your Mother. You bit your lip, knowing that it would still take a lot of time before you could truly feel at ease at the thought of your walls coming completely down.

“Hey, mind if we save on water?”

You nearly yelped, Chris’ voice now behind you. You covered your chest instantly, wondering just how long he’d been there. You heard a soft laugh as you retreated to the shower wall.

“Come on, I’ve seen you pretty much all the way naked.” Chris laughed again, his hands encasing at your shoulders.

“Yeah but not…all of me.” You laughed nervously, turning to him you already felt your cheeks grow hot.

No matter how many times you had sex - you still managed to feel like a schoolgirl at the sight of him naked.

“I find it incredibly adorable-“ Chris grinned, “That you still blush at seeing my dick.”

“I do not.” You nearly yelled in defense.

“You do.” He raised his brow in amusement.

You turned away, hoping he wouldn’t see how true he was.

“Do not.” You mumbled out, the shower now becoming a more enclosed space than you remember.

“Alright, then look at it.” Chris snickered behind you, and you turned in spite of what he thought.

You kept your eye to his as long as you could, and he grinned to you in a teasing motion. You bit your lip, taking a quick glance to him. You felt the redness at your cheeks, and you hated yourself for it.

“Told you.” He teased, poking at your stomach.

“Shut up, Beck.” You laughed nervously, your arms still pressed to your chest.

“Its okay, you know. Trust me, I like them.” Chris now looked to you in genuine assurance.

You swallowed, knowing he was talking about him seeing all of you once again. You took a deep breath, God there was no turning back now. Chris mustve seen the look of consent in your eyes, as his hands moved softly to your wrists. You could feel the hitch of breathing in your chest, as he pulled your arms away slowly. You bit your lip, wondering what he was thinking. Knowing this was only the second time he’d seen you completely naked.

“Amazing.” He whispered in a grin, and he pulled you to him gently.

He wrapped his hands around you, one a the small of your back - the other wrapped within the wet strands of your hair.

“So, I’m thinking I should ask again. When are you going to let me take you to dinner - since we’ve already broken the third date rule.” Chris chuckled softly to your hair.

“Fine.” You mockingly looked up to him, earning a wide grin from him.

“Good.” He teased back, pressing his lips to you softly.

#chris beck #chris beck x reader #chris beck x y/n #the martian #sebstan #seb stan fanfic

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dvrlingrenjun · 5 years ago

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boyfriend!seungmin

kay im really excited for this because seungmin is my one of my biases in skz :>

lezz get it!

okay y'all should know he’s boyfriend material and if you think otherwise, fight me.

the confession!

you two met over a mutual friend, hyunjin. who was excited for his two socially awkward friends to become friends with each other.

which doesn’t make sense to a normal person’s logic but its hyunjin and we love him like that :D and soon y’all three became the closest of friends :).

i’m not sure who would confess first, him or someone else but i know for sure he would be shy and nervous.

imagine him confessing with a dozen of your favorite flowers and chocolates with his shy demeanor. while hyunjin in the back cheering seungmin on.

IM SO WHIPPED FOR HIM ISTG

for the first few weeks or months he would be pretty shy on affection but would slowly warm up and just be a cute little bean whenever y’all give each other affection.

first date! omg i feel like he would worry on what to do and where to go. he sure doesn’t want to stay home due to his teasing members and make it seem too boring for the first date.

and amusement parks are so overrated, so maybe go kart?

i love amusement parks it’s just it’s so overused in imagines now dksbjs

and of course, you enjoyed the lil’ date. soon, seungmin and you would go on so many more and eventually just had dates at home despite his group mates.

first kiss! both of you were probably being dorks in the dorm. every member of the group had to do something, so it was just you two.

you were free styling to day6’s songs, but also being a little bit crazy about it, not really taking the dance seriously.

seungmin thought you were cute, so he took the chance and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

it was short and sweet. but you definitely became a blushing mess after that, grabbing a pillow from the couch and hiding your face behind the pillow.

this part is mainly for female readers so i’m sorry to my non female readers! ♡

whenever you are on your period, seungmin becomes more affectionate and surely doesn’t want to get on your bad side.

if he somehow knows when is that specific time of week, he would always try to make sure you were comfortable and hopefully not cramping.

you two would blast day6, or play day6’s songs anywhere and everywhere. you guys would share day6 merchandise and so on!

you better be glad that he would even let you near his day6 things, lmao jkjk. he loves you

he would give you a stuffed puppy plushie whenever he would go on tours just for you to cuddle with or so that plushie could remind you of him.

if you’re into collecting any souvenirs when traveling, he would make sure to give some to you! collecting every hoodie you go? poof hoodie from a foreign place. snow globes? he would get you the nicest looking one there.

if you’re a foreigner to korea, (and happen to speak english, because if you couldn’t, how could you read this post? haha) he would most definitely try to help you! along with the help of hyunjin, chan and felix!

and in return, you would try to help him to get more comfortable when speaking english.

omg imagine study dates? or just reading books quietly together? that’s so cute ahshahgss.

first time saying ‘i love you’

it was on one of those special nights, not like first anniversary though, just like a special date i guess?

you two would be going to star gaze but you guys went to the pace earlier than expected. time to be good on seungmin’s side because you two made it right in the golden hour, right before sunset.

here comes the cliché-

as you were leaning onto the rails, you caught seungmin’s attention unintentionally. he turned to you, also leaning on to the rails and admired you, no matter how you say you were ugly. to seungmin’s eyes you were an angel from earth.

suddenly, seungmin spoke out, “hey, i- i think i’m in love with you.” after hearing his words, both you and seungmin blushed in surprise. he didnt think he would actually say those three words.

conclusion!

overall, i feel like he would be pretty shy with everything at first. slowly but surely, he would slowly deteriorate the shyness and be the savage dork we all know and love.

sorry if this is short! i can’t really think of anything else to say and i’m getting tired lmao. i hope you liked this!

#kim seungmin #seungmin #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids #boyfriend!au #seungmin imagines #boyfriend!seungmin #kim seungmin imagines

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alienoriana · 5 years ago

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Why Lonely Road is about John

1st Disclaimer: Approaching a Paul song is trickier than a John song IMO. Mainly because Paul seems to enjoy and embrace more the weirdness, the serendipity, the subconscious that can break in and subvert the creative process. John himself described Paul’s lyrics as surreal (maybe in oposition to his own lyrics, which are “real” real. For more insights about it, read this great post from @thecoleopterawithana). This is important because Paul usually prefer to highlight that aspect when he’s talking about one of his songs. That tendency may create the impression that he is more detached from his lyrics, when in fact he is trying to focus on that dimension that he considers to be an indispensable part of his identity as a songwriter. Sometimes its a dream, sometimes its a catchy line, sometimes its a mistake that works, sometimes its a minor event or a random person (or animal), or all these elements together. And thats what Paul will tell us later when ask about the song: that little thing that made the tune go and grow.

But when one tries to understand a song (emotional) motives, this tendency gets in the way -and probably that’s how Paul prefers it: just keep guessing, and more importantly, keep listening to the songs-.

2nd Disclaimer: As much as I believe that John and Paul were (are) soulmates, Im aware of the equal (and different) intensity of the bond they had with their spouses. The fact that I focus on J/P relationship, doesn't mean that I like to place their relationship over the others, as more important than the others. In this case (this song) in particular, I say this in relation to Paul and Linda's relationship. Even if I try to show why I think John's presence is strong in a song, it does not mean that I deny the possibility that Paul actually is alluding to Linda, or even both, sequentially or at the same time. Because the heart is that messy and complex, and big.

I feel that I tried to cover myself too much before I even started, but both issues are usually present almost always in my reflections about his (their) songs (my favorite McLennon topic), and I think this post is a good opportunity to express it.

And now, to the song... [finally, right?]

Lonely Road was included as opening track in the album “Driving Rain”, published in november 2001. The main themes of the album are influenced by the mixed feelings of grief over the recent death of his longtime partner, and of excitement over a new relationship. There’s longing and thankfulness, but also the wish to let go to be able to go on.

Some of the songs were written during a holiday in India, in early 2001, where Paul had not returned since the events of 1968 (!). I think this little fact is esential to read this song. We can ask ourselves: Could Paul have remained indifferent to that place so associated with John and The Beatles, and to the memories it could have awakened?

The lyrics...

I tried to get over you I tried to find something new But all I could ever do Was fill, my time With thoughts, of you

I tried to go somewhere old To search for my pot of gold But all I could ever hold Inside, my mind Were thoughts, of you

I hear your music And it's driving me wild Familiar rhythms In a different style I hear your music And it's driving me wild again

Don't want to let you take me down Don't want to get hurt second time around Don't want to walk that lonely road again

I hear your music And it's driving me wild Familiar rhythms In a different style I hear your music And it's driving me wild again

Don't want to let you take me down Don't want to get hurt second time around Don't want to walk that lonely road again

The analysis of the one who does not want to be analyzed...

When asked about this particular song, Paul was as usual nonchalant about its meaning.

In 2001, he was saying this:

‘Lonely Road’ was also written in Goa, where I was enjoying the beach and the sea and generally chilling out in the new century. Again, I had a few moments in the afternoon, which is always a good time for me, a quiet spell when it’s always cool for me to go off and fondle my guitar. The songs basically wrote itself in about an hour. It is what it is, this song, you can make of it what you want to make of it. To me it’s not particularly about anything other than not wanting to be brought down. It’s a sort of anti-being brought down song, which is for anyone and everyone. It’s ‘don’t want to get brought down again, don’t want to walk that lonely road’, it’s symbolic for anyone who’s been through any sort of problems. It’s a defiant song against loneliness, written in a hotel room in Goa. - Driving Rain Interview, 2001.

“It’s a defiant song against loneliness”, thats a fantastic little definition, which goes well with not only this song but many of Paul’s tunes.

In another quote, published much later, Paul speaks a little about the simple motivation for a certain rhyme:

‘Lonely Road’ was written in India, and that’s a bit… I don’t really know what I’m doing, just blues longing. I say I tried to go somewhere ‘old’, that’s India. ‘To search for my pot of gold’, well I wasn’t, I was on holiday. So it’s half imagination, half reality. If I’m looking for a rhyme for old, and pot of gold comes into my mind, then I don’t resist. ‘I try to go somewhere old cos I no longer need a pot of gold?’ Fuck that. Let’s go somewhere old to search for a pot of gold seems more like a song. - "Conversations With McCartney", by Paul Du Noyer, 2015.

In both quotes, its like he’s saying: “It’s nothing, it’s just this song I made up on a holiday, I didnt want to get brought down, ‘old’ just goes well with ‘gold’, the usual things in a songwriter life. Don’t pay that much attention to it, don’t think too much about it, I certainly didn’t”.

Interestingly, he makes reference in the 2001 interview to another song of the same album, and he once again tries to make it clear that the sources of inspiration were deeply rooted in free asociation.

‘About You’ was written in India, in Goa. We had such a relaxing start to an Indian holiday which was at the beginning of 2001. It was exciting, I hadn’t been back to India since the Mararishi days, which was 25 years or so ago. It was great to look around a bit more; I’d only seen Rishikesh, north of Delhi, before. We started off in Goa, relaxed beach time, and one afternoon I wrote ‘About You’ on a little travel guitar I’ve got which has it’s own amp in it. I picked some words out for the song after seeing a copy of The India Times which was lying around. - Driving Rain Interview, 2001.

“I read the news today, oh boy" kind of feeling... Hmmm... (I wonder what that newspaper was about)

IMO, every time Paul strives to asociate a certain song to something inexplicable, casual and without intermediation, he actually suggests that the motivation is very intimate and subconscious. At the same time, he refuses to analyse it. He wont talk about it, because he cant answer for himself at that moment, that place and time. And he probably believes that if he tries to grasp its meaning and set it in stone, sort to speak, he would kill the song. In this case, I think he tries to say there is no clear intention, but its also a strong feeling he can’t help to express.

And when he alludes to the specific lyrics, he carefully avoids the “middle eight” of the song: “I hear your music and it's driving me wild / Familiar rhythms in a different style / I hear your music and it's driving me wild again”.

“I hear your music"... Whose music?

Ok, Paul, you chose “gold” to rhyme with “old” (and I will not try to relate the “pot of gold” line with the famous twin dreams that John and Paul had after meeting for the first time). Fine.

But who is the person he is talking to throughout the song? Whose memory is the one “taking him down” there in India, in a supposedly happy holiday?

Yes, it can be Linda, but if so, wouldn't Paul say "our music"?. Im inclined to believe that this music he’s hearing (and its driving him “wild”... wild as “young and rebellious”? wild as “angry and mad”?) belongs or relates to someone different.

He sings: “Don't want to let you take me down / Don't want to get hurt second time around / Don't want to walk that lonely road again”.

Oh, this part I love. The reference to “second time” and “again” speak of a first time he was brought down and hurt, of a first time he walked “that lonely road”. Can this have to do only with his recent mourning, to which he’s saying in a way he’s done suffering? Or has to do with another, more distant, first departure, first great hurt? And even more, does this “first time” have something to do with India? (I remember now that Paul has another beautiful song that belongs to this period, maybe a little later, thats simply called “India”).

Why John, then?

The song transpires clearly a youthful rebellious spirit (”Fuck that”), expressing the need to shake off melancholy and nostalgia. And I think that in this way he suggests that he is more guarded in front of a process he already is familiar with. HE’S BEEN THERE. Because he has already gone through that lonely road, and it took him a long time to recover. This time, he feels the urge to recover faster (we'll know later that maybe it was too fast).

I dont know if the first mourning refers to his break-up with John or to John’s passing. Perhaps the proximity to India reinforces the first possibility.

Another thing to take into account is the fact that in the album Paul includes a song directly and explicitly related to Linda, Magic. On the contrary, in the case of Lonely Road, Paul decides to leave it orphan: it´s about noone, and nothing.

Lonely Road comes straight from the subconscious. It has a close, immediate trigger: probably another song that he hears and it makes him wild, and it brings him down, and it reminds him of another time when he was left alone.

And I think that song is a John’s song.

P.S.: Oh, not really related, but you definitely should watch the Lonely Road video.

#i formally submit this to the mclennon symposium #lonely road #i wanted to write about this song for a long time #paul mccartney #mclennon #john lennon #x

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haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles · 6 years ago

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anonymous asked: How would you feel about an Avatar AU? I’d love to see what element, or if a character is a non-bender, you feel would match your favourite characters in HQ!

oh-HO. i am unsure if you know that Avatar is one of my all-time favorite shows so when i saw this ask i was pumped!!! without further ado: i finally had some inspiration. i took this a bit farther than just my fav characters (i did as many as i could think of) and although i say in my rules i don’t do hc’s i felt this ask was best answered in that format so i did my best! i hope you enjoy 😁 im nervous as hell about headcanons 😬 some i have reasons for (serious or funny) and others i just...have a feeling

special shoutout to my discord fam that i love so dearly and especially to @animelake13 and @justoverseas for helping me out 💕💕

Karasuno:

Daichi:

Alright with those thighs and that dependability?? Earthbender through and through

He is a rock solid, all-around player that holds Karasuno all together

he is their BASE, stable as fuck

he didn’t get those thighs from nothing he got them kicking around some boulders

didnt get those arms from nothing either, punching rocks out of mountainsides

Suga:

Waterbender for sure

Hello? Mr. Refreshing

Very calm and level-headed, but like Katara: DO NOT. FUCK WITH HIM.

He’ll fuck you up

again like Katara, mom friend, supporting the whole team, caring a lot about them and getting ready to fight and ready to jump in and help at a moments notice

Asahi: (Thanks Louie!)

ok so this boy was hard to decide bc, he’s a nervous bean but also the motherfuckin ace so he ain’t playin around

so i decided on earthbender because, he’s a big boi; a powerful and all-around player that has the respect of his teammates

and although he’s nervous, so maybe he doesn’t use earthbending to the extent of other benders but when he needs to, he will

and when he does it has impact and he is a pretty strong earthbender to boot

he can move fucking mountains when he wants to

member of the white lotus bc he only uses his immense power when he absolutely has to

noya: “asahi!! show us your bending”

asahi: “oh im not much of a bender”

MOVES A CONTINENT

Noya:

While my first instinct was firebender

the more i thought about it the more airbender made sense

air is the element of freedom and Noya is the definition of wild and free

not only that but his position too! airbending is almost purely defensive

sounds like our guardian diety to me

also can u imagine

Noya and Hinata racing like maniacs on air scooters

Daichi throwing up barriers all over the place to stop them but they just nyoom around them like obstacles

airbending is all about circles too and roooooolllliiiinnnng (hehe) thunder!!!

Tanaka:

alrighty well here is Karasuno’s firebender

Firebending is known for its intense and aggressive attacking style and literally

Tanaka yells like a maniac anytime he goes in for a spike

and firebenders can be hotheaded (dont have to be, Iroh for example) BUT say anything about Kiyoko, Karasuno or really anything and he’s ready to throw down

it might be all talk but he still gets fucking triggered

he fires up two flames in his palms and makes that face “ehhh what did you say about our lovely Kiyoko-san?!?”

Enno:

airbender

he has such patience and probably mediates or something

or else he’d go crazy from Tanaka and Noya doing stupid airbender/firebender shit and burning down the entire town

deals it out when he needs to, sometimes blowing Tanaka and Noya to opposite sides of the room and pinning them there until they calm the fuck down

anytime Tanaka gets too heated, Enno just shows up and blows out his fire

Hinata:

ok so i kinda spoiled earlier

but airbender

i know airbending is defensive and Hinata sucks at that aspect, but his personality man, airbender all the way

again imagine him and Noya zooming on air scooters around

they would be a MENANCE

but also in the same sense, airbending is all about finding a way around the “normal” way of fighting (they refuse to harm anything is what i mean)

Hinata had to find his own way of fighting in volleyball and yeah…airbender

possibly bc he’s a bit of an airhead too

Kageyama:

WATERBENDER BUT WITH BLOODBENDING BACKGROUND

ok hear me out

he used to want to control people and make them do what he wants, otherwise get rid of them bc they’re useless and who needs ‘em

but then he meets this stupid, bounce off the walls, airbender who he doesn’t need to control bc this kid already does what he couldnt find in anyone else

and he slowly learns to stop using bloodbending, sometimes slips and lapses, but for the most part has left that part of him behind

also water is the element of change and Kageyama certainly goes through a major change in character throughout Haikyuu

everytime Hina and him fight, they make a snowstorm that nobody can stop and it pisses Tsukki off bc he can’t do anything about it

Tsukki: (props to Lake for this one)

tsukki why are you an enigma

nonbender and is a sword master

with his ability to analyze and control, he would heckin destroy

sword fights are a lot about watching your opponent and being able to make a quick decision to block or counter attack

he can definitely make decisions at the drop of a hat and his strategies work and work well

Yamaguchi:

THIS BOY

IS A WATERBENDER BUT SPECIALIZES IN HEALING

when Karasuno needs him most!!! he’s there!! ready to help and get his team back on his feet, in this sense by healing them

and also like Suga, mirroring Katara, don’t fuck with him. especially when it comes to Tsukki

AGAIN like Katara/Suga, mom friend, there to support all the time and bust in and help when needed

More teams under the cut!

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa:

so there’s a bit of a trend here i see

but Oikawa would also be a waterbender, i guess it’s a setter thing

water is the element of change and Oikawa adjusts his setting style and approach for each of his team members to bring out the best of them

waterbenders let their defense become their offense turning their opponents own forces against them which i think fits Oikawa to a T

can make ice spikes he can throw long distances with scary accurate precision

like, one can just zip past your ear, and you dont see him anywhere where tf is he?!

Iwaizumi:

i couldn’t decide between firebender and earthbender

so i went with the lovely mix, lavabender

just like Toph, Iwa shows his affection through some sort of violence, but thats just cause he cares a lot

oikawa has mastered the art of distinguishing flaming hunks of smoldering rock thrown at his face

also stubborn unmoving like a rock

and when he gets heated, he is fired up

and finally, arms. where did he get ‘em? throwing boulders around.

Shiratorizawa:

Ushijima:

metalbender, bc he’s definitely an earth bender but there’s something special about him

he’s a little dense (ok maybe not a little)

Earthbenders are generally muscular, tough and direct AND HELLO. thats Ushijima in a nutshell

Tendou:

our guess monster is definitely a non-bender

like ty lee specializes in chi-blocking

he can disrupt someones chi pretty easily making them completely helpless

sometimes he does it to be funny

like make Ushi’s right arm useless for a day

and Ushi is like “Tendou. I don’t use that arm anyways.”

“i knoooooooow Wakatoshi thats the point!”

which for some reason Tendou thinks is hilarious cause now he really cant use it

Semi:

firebender

mainly bc of his hotheaded and competitive behavior

his desire to show his abilities in his words is “uncontainable” and that kind of made me think of Azula

wants to show off and be the best

Shirabu:

so although Shirabu is also extremely hot-headed, he hits me as a waterbender too

maybe just because every single setter so far has been a waterbender but its just my gut feeling 🤷

Nekoma:

Kuroo:

firebender but can lightning bend

dont ask me why it just seems right

he has the concentration and flow it takes to lightning bend, i mean he has that whole speech he gives to his team before every game

“We're like the blood in our veins. We must flow without stopping. Keep the oxygen moving and your mind working.”

and while this may lead to possibly thinking he could be a waterbender, he uses his knack for fluid motion and deceptive strength for a different purpose

not only can he lightning bend, he can redirect lightning which takes an immense amount of skill and is drawn from waterbending techniques

maybe its also the hair cause it looks like he got hit by lightning

Kenma:

ill be honest, i dont think Kenma would be a bender

what he would be ilike is Sokka, super smart, the strategizer, the man with the plan

who people look to for the next step, the brain of the operation

and i dont think he’d necessarily have a speciality besides overwhelming ability to observe and make decisions

so basically…he’d be the same LOL

Yaku:

earthbender

being small (dont kick me Yaku) means nothing (uhh have you seen Toph?)

super dependable and not gunna take anyone’s shit

Yamamoto:

Tanaka’s counterpart

his homeboy

his fellow firebender

both ready to throwdown at a moments notice

Fukurodani: (wow i suck i dont know anyone well enough but these two)

Bokuto:

did someone say airbender??

i just keep imagining he was the one to teach Hinata the air scooter and they fuckin zoom around while Bokuto is hollering at the top of his lungs

his hair already looks winblown, like he just stepped off his glider and doesn’t bother to fix it

also im cackling bc airbenders prefer evasive manuevers and…i keep thinking about that time he ran away from a block and Akaashi called him out for it

Akaashi: (ily Lake for helping)

so apparently setters are waterbenders

bc this boy is definitely one

he has nice fingers (weird i know) but i can see him just making these beautiful hand motions to bend water and hnngg yes

ok but in a more real way, waterbenders have strong fluid motion and understand those around them, they believe in very strong connections between individuals

so even when Bo is out of the game, Fukurodani doesn’t fall apart because they have strong connections and can survive without him

#haikyuu avatar!au #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu blog

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A-Z HEADCANONS // DUNCAN THEIRIN

i was tagged by @nordxz thanks so much tash !! i'm gonna answer this for duncan, my babey and the next gen son of alistair and ella cousland 😊😚😘

i snappped while answering these and accidentally wrote 6 pages and almost 4k words so uh. loooooong infodump ahead.

Alignment: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?

duncan very easily falls into the lawful neutral category, like i dont rly need to give his alignment too much thought unlike with some of my other ocs. duncan is.....hmm. hes a very KIND person, generous and selfless, and tries his best to make people happy, but i wouldn’t necessarily say he's good, considering a lot his issues lie with his inability to act, or stand up to others. he’s guilty of very blindly following the law, or other people's ideas of what's right, and he doesn't really feel confident enough to rely on his own conscience for most things. so i'd say while he tries to do the right thing and act within the law, sometimes he goes against his own values out of fear or confusion or, simply out of ignorance, since he was born into a life of privilege and can't always distinguish what's right and what’s believed ykno

Beverage: What do they most like to drink, and why?

duncan shares a weird trait with both his brother and sister where they all just inexplicably ?? don't like alcohol at all. so stuff like wine and liquors is off the table. he absolutely LOVES tea though. u know that one scene in scott pilgrim where the gal is going thru her list of like 72 teas? thats him 100%. it's his lifeblood at this point, he has SO much of it and a perk of being the heir to a monarchy means he's got a lot of foreign merchant acquaintances, so he tends to order in different blends from all over. he's a chronic insomniac, and he uses it as a crutch to get through the days some times. modern!duncan still loves tea but obviously has a stronger love for coffee, since its far more effective!

Co-Habitat: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in?

duncan currently lives in the residential dorms of the college of enchanters, while he's sort of aimlessly studying a bunch of subjects he's already mostly adept at. firstly, duncan is VERY sick lol, he was conceived while ella and alistair still hadn't found the cure for the joining, and essentially he inherited both of their darkspawn taint so 🙂🙂🙂 thats always a good time. so anyone who lives with him needs to prepare for 1) him being sick obviously,, throwing up, coughing up blood, looking like a corpse virtually 23 hours of the day lol. and obviously the fear that one day he might actually die. but also 2) he suffers from grey warden nightmares for the same reasons, hence the insomnia. he can go a concerning number of days without sleeping and usually only takes strategic cat naps when he needs to, but obviously he has his limits. it's very rare that he goes a full night without waking up in a cold sweat due to nightmares so. we stan one depressed king ! oh he also is Incapable of locking the door to his apartment. he always forgets and hes too tired to care about people stealing his stuff fkdkdjdjd he would probably make more of an effort if he had someone living with him, but old habits die hard so !!!!!!

Decor: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

honestly , duncan's house is very devoid of clutter or personal items in general, which is sad. he definitely would have a lot of decor if he could, but since his current housing is only temporary while he's in orlais, he doesn't really want to get... comfortable ykno. other than that, duncan's home is always kept impeccably neat and clean, for two reasons. firstly, growing up in denerim's palace really engrained into his head the importance of keeping up appearances, so its sort of a subconscious ritual of his at this point. but i think more importantly its because of all the nights when he cant sleep, so during the night with nothing to keep him from dwelling on his thoughts or nightmares, he really needs the distraction, and cleaning gives him something to do. duncan really needs to feel like he's doing something, like he's managing, like he's able to achieve something so cleaning is just one little way of taking ownership of his life.

Escape: What do they do to de-stress? How successful is it?

nsfw warning but uhhh..... he has a LOT of sex basically dkdkdksk u wouldn’t know it by looking at him tho ! bc hes very polite and nervous and kinda shy?? but hes also charming and obviously attractive so he doesnt really lack for interested parties. mainly he just sticks to one night stands, with no strings attached, and it helps him take his mind off things when hes exhausted or its late at night and hes afraid to go to sleep. otherwise he also has had some friends with benefits but usually his personal life is too complicated for a serious relationship. aside from that, he also reads a LOT, writes too – when he has the time/energy – and obviously cuddling sessions with his cat, moira dkdkdk

Fluff: What hits their soft spot? Does anything turn them into emotional goo?

so ik above i said that duncan doesnt do serious relationships but thats,, not through any will of his own. he LOVES love and is a complete hopeless romantic , but unfortunately for a number of reasons he's just very unlucky at love ! 😔 so having an emotional, intimate connection with someone that isnt just sex is super healing for him, since he's not used to it at all. being with nadaia is such a positive thing for him, just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated and that he's valued and wanted.

Grudge: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

i think it depends on who its directed at !! duncan usually ignores any insults directed at him because he's grown up being so scrutinized by the public and for the most part, fereldens are very weary of him so he hears A LOT. most of criticisms about him he just.. automatically accepts as fact and really buys into them, bc he has such low self esteem. but as for other people, and ESPECIALLY loved ones thats a very different story!! he's not exactly the type to start throwing punches if anyone says a bad word against someone he cares about, but he WILL personally see to it in his own sneaky way that they get whats coming to them dkdkkdjd usually he'll either find a way to expose their dirty laundry, embarrass them in public, prevent a promotion, something like that lol. this goes double if the insult is directed at nadaia or his family.

Hobby: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

ive already mentioned that he's an avid reader and he likes to write occasionally, but he's also a talented musician! He can play harp and lute, and has a beautiful singing voice ! tho he never EVER sings in public and u have to be like,, a ride or die for him to even consider singing in front of u.

Insomnia: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

well like i said he's an insomniac so sleep rly is a vague, barely recognised concept to him at the point dksksksk he also experiences sleep paralysis during especially bad nightmares, honestly he rly hit the misery jackpot and i feel so bad like hes indisputably my most tormented oc 🙃🙃🙃 so yea hehe doesnt really thrash around during nightmares but he sweats A LOT and sometimes talks in his sleep. during sleep paraylsis obviouslyy he goes COMPLETELY rigid and still which is terrifying for everyone involved lol. on the rare occasion that he is able to sleep he is out like a light lol he would sleep for 17 hours if he could. in saying that because he is also a Strategic Napper he is usually comfortable falling asleep ANYWHERE, because hes so tired comfort really isnt a concern lol.

Jaded: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

no he doesn't unfortunately 😔 or at least i should say he doesn't believe in it for himself - he's pretty convinced that he won't live til 30 and he's existing on borrowed time as it is, so he hasn't really put a lot of thought into his own happiness or the pursuit of his own goals because he doesn't believe he'll be around to see them realized

Kin: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

duncan is the firstborn son of king!alistair and ella cousland, my canon warden. he's also the eldest brother to roslyn and bryce theirin. he's also, obviously , the half brother of keiran, tho none of the theirin kids are aware of that oof. his role, officially, is to become king when his parents eventually pass. its NOT something he wants, due to being so sick and unsure of himself. despite what his parents tell him, he doesnt believe he will make a good king and is really terrified of the notion in general, i guess a little like alistair was in dao. duncan kinda,,, avoids his duties, to the point where he literally LEAVES to live and study in orlais. he still does what he needs to do, keeps in correspondence with people he needs to, but its all bare minimum stuff because hes just. so afraid of it lol. he has a mostly good relationship with his family, despite that – theres some resentment between him and his sister, rose, but thats a whole entire story we dont have time for dkdkskdk

Law: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

like i said before he's pretty adherent to the rules and laws of society tho i do see that as more of a flaw than anything. he doesnt really feel comfortable stepping outside the norm and tends to accept that other people know best ! even if he disagrees he's usually too unsure of himself to speak up. that does change quite a bit once he and nadaia grow closer, since SHE is big on bending ridiculous or unjust rules, but he's always gonna be a bit of a follower i think 😒

Magic: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

he's accepting!! he's a mage so it would be wild of him if he didnt lmao. during his childhood/adolesence he was kinda harsh on himself and had a lot of internalized guilt for being a mage, bc this was obviously still fresh after the mage rebellions. he resented his own abilities and just wanted to be normal, but that was also him projecting a lot of his other problems as well. he had amazing teachers who helped him come to terms with his abilities, and the best of all was my inquisitor, ashara, who is kind of like a very distant, scary aunt who always had a soft spot for him. she helped him – and alistair and ella – RIGHT after they discovered he was a mage, and she was really the biggest role model in his life when it came to magic. duncan has always looked up to her skill and control and confidence, and tried very hard to match that.

Network: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?

duncan has an ARMY of acquaintances and connections due to his family, but doesn't really have a lot of people he considers his close friends. he's super friendly and he gets along with most people, but like ive said before serious relationships including friendships are always a bit complicated for him bc of who he is as a person lol. as for reaching out, he's a very independent, introverted person and so he tends not to seek out other people unless he's close to them or has no other choice. he's very self conscious about being a burden on people or being to “needy" so he holds himself back and sometimes comes across as a little cold.

Offspring: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

he.... probably can't physically have kids unfortunately due to his condition, and as a result he's never really wanted to think too much about it, or imagine a scenario that he believes he cant have. but if it WERE a possibility, or if he felt stable in his own life enough to adopt, he'd probably be comfortable with just one child to completely spoil. he would be such a good father, albiet maybe not the coolest dad ddkdkdks i think nadaia would be the one who got up to the crazy shenanigans and let her child get away with everything, and duncan would be more of the nurturing, responsible one. he'd be a MASTER at telling bedtime stories, would kick ass at homework assistance, and would sing his kid to sleep every single night (until they got too old for it obviously). ooooo im so IMMENSELY emo abt this au now that i think about it

Pistol: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

duncan is a very non-violent person, but he does believe that sometimes violence is necessary and will BE violent if he needs to – only in self defence scenarios though. he's an adept mage, and very skilled with a staff, but he isn't a fighter, really – more of a defensive, protective figure.

Question: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

oh the doubt is constant with him 🙃🙃 he has a lot of deep routed dread about his own morality and whether or not he's a good person or if the maker will accept him when he dies. he's andrastian but TERRIFIED of the notion that its all actually real, bc then he doesnt know where that leaves him. he has this weird existential dichotomy where he doesnt know if hes closer resembling a grey warden or a darkspawn bc of his tainted blood. he also doubts his abilities and his magic bc he's afraid that the taint just,, makes him inherently a corrupted thing. he doubts himself on a more basic level with like, being a good brother, a good son, a good king when the time comes. he wants to be a good student and partner but sometimes his health makes him feel like he cant, and it weighs on him so heavily, almost all the time. basically he needs a hug so badly its not funny 😔😔😔

Reminder: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

uhh its very selective !!! for the most part he's very good at taking care of himself, mostly because he NEEDS to otherwise his health gets out of control, but sometimes he tends to prioritize one set of needs above another,, which usually means not sleeping (the most common), forgetting to eat, not letting his loved ones know when he's having a poor health day which usually results in him getting really sick and nobody is around to help him. he also forgets to do certain things like lock up his house, buy foodstuffs, reply to peoples letters n stuff like that.

Sing: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

yes and yes !! duncan loves music altho its a very personal and private thing for him. he's pretty naturally gifted with music and gets it from ella, who taught him a lot of what he knows. he has a gorgeous singing voice (i kinda hc something similar to dan smith’s vocals from bastille!) that he rarely uses bc he only ever sings when he's alone or if he's forced to by a nosy loved one or something lol

Touch: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

duncan doesn't mind being touched !!! in fact in most situations he welcomes it, as long as its like,,, appropriate and not some random stranger obviously. he grew up with ella and alistair who obviously are VERY affectionate people so he loves giving and receiving hugs from friends and he doesnt flinch or feel weird about just? random natural touches or anything. his ~love language~ is also physical touch so he LIVES for cuddling with nadaia and holding hands and anything like that. however !!! his little sister rose HATES being touched by virtually anybody and in any capacity, so he's very aware that not everybody is okay with touch, and is always careful and considerate of other peoples boundaries. he usually waits for the other person to make the first move, or simply asks them first !

Upcoming: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

he doesn't at all 😔 i mentioned this before but he doesn't see himself living very long, and its really impacted his outlook on life. he is afraid to commit to a lot of things, even if its something he really, truly wants, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up for things. it also keeps him from forging positive relationships. a lot of it has to do with him just being overly polite, but he refuses to make the first move with anything, or communicate what HE wants out of something. for example, his relationship with nadaia could have progressed so much faster if he had just,,, told her what he wanted. she had to make a lot of the first moves in the relationship because he just,, doesnt know how to take chances i guess !!! we love a Deeply Flawed king

Vice: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

Some harmless ones are ; him talking to his cat constantly dkdskd also he has very poor time management skills so he's almost always a few minutes late, forgetting to lock his stuff up, and slouching, probably !!! some more serious ones would be like,, having sex with strangers as a coping mechanism lol, not speaking his mind and instead just letting himself be a doormat, also INTENSE avoidance of his problems (moving away to orlais for 9 years to avoid his fear of being king for example 🙃) tho i guess they fall under the same category oof.

Wardrobe: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

duncan dresses nice, for the most part !!! again, it's mostly to do with growing up in court and having to keep up appearances, but also hes just. a nice bisexual boy who wants to take care of himself ykno, and that includes hygiene/clothing/grooming etc ! he's maybe a bit TOO reserved tho, he mostly wears dark colours like blacks, greys and brows, but hes been known to wears reds/blues/whites as well, and there’s a lot of subtle yet beautiful details on his more formal attire that might go unnoticed by a casual eye. a lot of his clothes are specifically tailored but he's also fond of big oversized sweaters for when hes just hanging out ! he's got a not great relationship with his body lol so he usually dresses very conservatively, with long sleeves and pants and usually more than one layer, but hes also a thot so !!! pants be TIGHT dksksksks

X-Ray: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves?

Djdjdksksndjddjkekdidksjs OKAY WELL if u have read this far than obviously u kno the answer to this question. if ur just skimming tho first of all ur valid ! second of all duncan is VERY sick. he was conceived when ella and alistair where still searching for the joining cur, so basically he inherited the darkspawn taint x 2 and nearly died a bunch of times as a baby/young child. obviously idk how the cure storyline is gonna resolve but my hc is that bc the darkspawn taint is something he was BORN with, not just something that happened to him via ritual, his body is much more impacted by it so even if they are able to find a cure, it wouldnt work THAT well and his health would still suffer bc of the prolonged damage. so physically, he deals with a LOT – intense migraines, insomnia, nausea, fatigue, problems with breathing and fevers and stuff. obviously mentally hes.... not doing great either, tho he’s trying his best. sometimes his insomnia gets so bad he starts hallucinating visions from his darkspawn nightmares, and sometimes he just feel paranoid in general that he's actually an Evil Darkspawn and hes just somehow managed to convince everyone hes a normal person – sort of a weird blend of imposter syndrome and body dysmorphia its. complicated. anyway he has very low self esteem and tends to think hes a huge inconvenience to everybody, and when he was a teenager he went thru a period where he was very suicidal, and ANGRY and afraid 😔 he’s doing better though, now that he has learnt how to manage most of his symptoms and he's not suffering in denerim court. nadaia is also a huge help, though he tries not to become too heavily reliant on her, since he's had bad experiences with depending too much on other people.

Yack: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

skskdkdk im already crying hehe 🙂 duncan is so introverted and self conscious of being “Too Much" for other people so he tends to keep his thoughts/interests to himself and stick w just. boring small tall or non invasive questions relating to the other person. BUT if u show an interest and he trusts u then oh boy. hes an absolute dork. he loves talking about magic and having really intense conversations abt the technical sides of it (he and dorian would get along SO well) but he also loves history !!!! before he began studying at the college of enchanters he received multiple ??? qualifications?? (idk if thats the right term but u kno) from the university of orlais, one of them being orlesian and ferelden history. also anything to do with the grey wardens, the blights and darkspawn for personal reasons obviously. He's a VERY good storyteller so he somehow finds a way to make even the dryest topics seem very compelling and Cool – varric would be proud !! he finds the orlesian Great Game fascinating, and he enjoys sharing wild anecdotes about the things he's seen asshole nobles get up to. thats always thrilling skdksksk ALSO. He has a secret interest in necromancy and the mortalitasi (its only a secret bc hes the heir and that wouldnt look ... great lol ) but he only ever really talks about that with nadaia, who finds that stuff almost as interesting as he does. also, finally, he loves talking about nadaia 😊😊😊😊 hes the type of guy who will always namedrop “my girlfriend" into any conversation, loves telling people about her accomplishments and how Cool she is ..... he loves her a Lot is what im getting at sksksks

Zodiac: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

duncan is a pisces babey like his mother !!! tho he could also be a virgo but,,, i think for now pisces works better for him. he's very smart and introspective and creative, but he has some issues with critical thoughts, avoidance and melancholy like ive mentioned. also pisces is a water element so i guess that makes even more sense, since hes an ice mage 👌👌👌

okay !!! im done !!! i cant believe i wrote all that but i guess if u didnt know abt duncan before, u absolutely do now dksksks im so sorry to anyone who actually read thru all of this, u really are braver than the troops

#/ long post #god im so sorry idk how read mores work on mobile so im just go... leave this and go #anyway consider this a crash course on my Favourite Boy #i love him so much i rly just... start writing abt him and physically cant stop #tagging literally anybody who sees this as thinks its neat btw. just pretend i put @urnamehere and go for it !#oc: duncan

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Set It Up – A kinda but not really Klaroline Fusion (like all my different fusions)

Caroline Forbes and Klaus Mikaeslon are working as assistants to the most demanding, rival NBA bosses in New York. From Macy’s to Madison Square Garden to the MGM Grand in Las Vegas can they stop bickering long enough to come together to make their lives easier?

All I do is Win

151 W 34th Street, New York, NY

"Before you say anything,” he offered, holding his hand up to silence her. “He actually tried to fire a mailman today.”

He being Mason Lockwood, the Brooklyn Nets owner. He was also notorious for being an arrogant, demanding bastard and then some.

“And?”

“Mailmen work for the U.S. government!"

“Oh boo hoo, I don’t care, Mikaelson,” she replied gruffly, equally not caring but also knowing it was true and his boss was an ass.

“Says the girl whose boss could give Cruella De Ville a run for her money.” He wasn’t wrong. New York Knicks boss Katherine Pierce was fierce, feisty and a real bitch at the best and worst of times.

“Exactly why I’m here to claim my blender that you have your grubby paws all over. I called earlier and put it on hold,” Caroline demanded, exhausted from the trek to Macy’s Department Store noticing he was already clutching it possessively.

She took a few seconds to admire that his thieving ass was sort of attractive in that fitted, grey suit even if he didn’t know his proper place.

Five days ago she didn’t even know him but Klaus Mikaelson had made both an immediate and lasting impression on her, and it wasn’t a good one. She had always welcomed competition but his good looks were kind of messing with her resolve.

Bastard.

She had no intention of letting him win.

Ever.

“But your name isn’t on it,” he shot back, refusing to relinquish her property.

“Now, that’s extremely mature,” she scowled. “If I don’t get this exact gift for the Warner wedding my boss is going to kill me.”

Yes, to some it was just your run-of-the-mill gadget that mixed ingredients together. But this wasn’t just any blender. This was the newest, state of the art Vitamix Blender that retailed at a jaw dropping $1198.

It also happened to be the last one left in Manhattan, Caroline knew given just how many stores she’d called in vain. She just hoped the Warners were grateful, if she managed to steal it from his greedy clutches of course.

“My boss will too given it’s a gift for his only sister’s birthday,” he shot back. “If you think I’m going to give up this blender without a fight you’re sorely mistaken.”

Okay, maybe she had forgotten in her haste to put it on hold, oops, but Klaus didn’t have to know that.

“Only because you got caught out breaking the rules because I already put this on hold,” she bluffed, refusing to let him win.

“Okay fine, what do you want?”

“I thought I made myself pretty clear, Mikaelson,” she growled, gesturing towards the blender.

“What else do you want besides this blender?”

They both held each other’s gaze for a full thirty seconds before each finally responded their resolve unflinching.

“Disney on Ice tickets. I hear that the Under the Sea Christmas Spectacular is a huge hit in your borough.” Brooklyn was most definitely a bad word she could never utter.

“Seriously? That’s really what you want?”

“Deathly,” she hit back, rolling her eyes as she did it. “Surely you would have some contacts, you know if you’re actually a good assistant.”

“Because I’m sure Katherine Pierce would love to watch a singing crab and one memory-less fish,” he scoffed.

“She may be the Ice Queen but she also has thirteen impossible and incessant nieces and nephews. And last time I checked all fish were memory-less.”

“Well, then you’ve never met my Marvin.” Caroline was trying to ignore just how adorable he looked defending his goldfish one dimple at a time. “Even so those tickets will cost me more than this blender.”

“Okay, so how about I sweeten the deal with some boxing tickets?”

“Not sure the local boxing round robin is his speed, love, so that’s a definite no.”

“Well, I suppose it’s your loss,” she drawled. “Hand over my blender then, Mikaelson.”

“You’re going to have to make me,” he replied jokingly.

“Real mature,” Caroline reiterated, surprising him and plucking it from his grasp. She couldn’t miss the way his hand felt brushing against hers as she did. “I hope I never have to see your smug ass again.” She stalked away, hips swaying in her wake.

“Until I have to explain the missing blender,” he called out in frustration by way of response.

“Because I’m sure a missing blender is going to be your biggest problem given you turned down Pacquiao vs Broner ringside seats in Vegas.”

She made a mental note in her head. Caroline Forbes 1 - Klaus Mikaelson 0. Suddenly her hellish life as an assistant wasn't so bad if he was suffering too.

4 Pennsylvania Plaza, New York, NY

Klaus Mikaelson was the type to hold grudges. It started when he was six years-old and his younger brother Kol stole his favourite toy and it had only grown stronger and more spiteful in the years afterward.

Caroline Forbes was going to pay. Mainly because his boss hadn’t let him forget how pathetic he was to lose the blender he wanted to ‘a girl’ as he emphasised in air quotes. Klaus was far from chauvinistic and his boss was obviously still living in the dark ages.

Caroline wasn’t just ‘a girl’ she was a pain in his ass and Klaus planned to bring her down and it didn’t hurt that it was her home game either.

Rivals the Knicks and Nets were squaring off at Madison Square Garden and he’d been plotting his revenge ever since their last meeting. Sure, she was kind of gorgeous with those blonde waves and crystal, blue eyes but she was also his devious competition. And she was unrelenting. He had to beat her at her own game and he’d found the perfect way to do it.

“Glutton for punishment hey?”

“Excuse me?” He shot back from their neighbouring, courtside seats. The pre-game arrangements were well underway. “Last time I checked the Nets and their staff have every right to be here, even if it is on enemy territory.”

“Unfortunately, yes,” she growled. “But it’s nice to know you are going down tonight.”

“Have you seen the ladder, Forbes?”

“You are one game ahead, after tonight that won’t be the case,” she scoffed. Klaus took a moment to peruse her outfit before arguing back. Even in her hideous blue and orange jersey she couldn’t help but look stunning. He decided to put it down to the fact her floral perfume was infiltrating his nostrils and messing with his composure.

“Wanna make a bet?”

“I’m pretty good at those but if you’re game.”

“Oh I’m game,” he smirked. “The Nets win you get me those ringside seats in Vegas. And by seats, I’m going to need eight.”

“Wow, someone is wishful thinking, but yeah sure, not that you’re going to win,” she scoffed. “I cannot wait to witness the annihilation, Mikaelson.”

Klaus didn’t even respond, just sent her a teasing glance and made his way to the changerooms to finalise everything. He had a good feeling that his team were going to take the win and Klaus would be on the way to Vegas for the big fight at the MGM Grand. His boss would forget that bloody blender ever existed.

“In your face, Forbes,” Klaus celebrated hours later as the Nets crowd at Madison Square Garden continued to chant well after the final buzzer. She was shocked to say the least, still cute in defeat but he’d never admit it aloud.

“This is all your fault,” she snarled. “You cheated.”

“Last time I checked I wasn’t on the court.”

“Yeah probably a good thing, you’d never actually keep up, lazy bones,” she snorted. “How about that whole surprise pre-game show where number one Nets fans Beyonce and Jay-Z just decided to belt out the Star Spangled Banner from their seats?”

“I had nothing to do with that,” he lied.

“You are the worst liar,” she huffed. “You know just how well it would be received and in turn boost team morale.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he bluffed. “The best team on the day won.”

“You are unbelievable,” she scowled. “Must really be desperate given just how much your job depends on it.”

“Is that what you say to make your situation better?” He shot back. “Didn’t think you’d stoop that low, oh hang on that whole blender situation was exactly that.”

“I guess I’m desperate,” she murmured, Klaus couldn’t miss the way her expression seemed so defeated all of a sudden. “My college loans are looming and I may have been a little dishonest under pressure because my boss wants to fire me all the time.”

“Story of my life too believe it or not,” he offered. “If only they could get on with their lives and not focus on every little thing that we do.”

“Hang on,” she murmured. “That might not be the worst idea you ever had, Mikaelson. How about we set them up together?”

“Mason and Katherine? That’s just a recipe for disaster. That much combined combustible energy cannot be safe.”

“Exactly why we have to do it,” she murmured, raising her eyebrows.

“So, I suppose I’ll see you in Vegas then?”

“If you’re lucky,” she chuckled, but given her tone Klaus knew she’d be there no matter what.

MGM Grand, 3799 S Las Vegas Blvd Las Vegas, NV

“Okay, I sent the fruit basket to her room.”

“Aren’t you a romantic,” she drawled teasingly, barely looking up from her magazine on the bed as he entered. Klaus Mikaelson was the last person she expected to organise that. As much as she was attracted to him, Caroline was seeing no similar interests besides setting up their bosses.

“Please don’t ever call me that. But, last time I checked you’d done absolutely nothing,” Klaus shot back. “And I won the last bet and everything. Time to show you care, Forbes.”

“Like sending an identical one hour massage voucher to both his and her rooms for the same time in the hotel spa?”

“I suppose that’s okay,” he mumbled.

“Why do I get the impression that you don’t like ideas coming from anyone but yourself?”

“Well...”

“It must be all that ego,” she groaned.

“You really do hate me,” he asked incredulously, it was unusual for any female to think badly of him let alone abuse him incessantly.

“For the most part.”

“Wow, aren’t you sweet,” he drawled. “So what are we supposed to do to pass the time?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” Caroline shot back. “How about something more intellectual?”

“Wow. Finally something we have in common,” he smirked triumphantly, as she produced a chess board.

“I happened to be chess champion five years running in High School.”

“Well, don’t want all those potential but ignorant suitors knowing that fact,” he chuckled, sending a stray dimple her way. Caroline tried to pretend that it didn’t affect her but everything inside was telling her that it did.

And she was scared of the foreign feelings it had caused.

But in true Caroline fashion she decided to push it aside so she could beat him at chess then deal with the consequences that were threatening to derail her feelings later. She didn’t get that chance though. In fact she was in a more vulnerable position than expected.

“Check Mate,” he murmured, sweeping his queen across the board to take her king.

She was stunned at first mainly because she never lost. Ever. But he seemed to know her and rather than unsettling her it was weirdly okay.

Bastard.

“We have a boxing match to get to,” she responded mechanically. His hand grabbed hers immediately, the warmth spreading through her body. “Need to keep an eye on our bosses after all.”

“Or we could do something else?” He offered, squeezing her hand affectionately. “My siblings are in town tonight but I’m going to warn you they are...”

“Nick’s Fans?” She asked. “I’ve certainly experienced them and worse.”

“You have no idea, in fact I think they’d be perfect company for Katherine and Mason.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t care if you lose your job right now?”

“Well, if you knew my brother Kol and his big mouth,” he teased. “But if you’d rather...”

“No, I’m starting to really like your brother Kol.”

“Well. then you’re really going to like my sister Rebekah,” he chuckled. “How about we explore Vegas some more? See what fun we can get up to?”

“I suppose it can’t hurt, right?” Caroline replied.

Famous last words.

#set it up #fusion #klaroline #klaroline drabbles #misssophiachase #crossover #all i do is win #hope you like it

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