#man i cant wait to be able to afford help. hope i can find a good doctor tho :')

[aesrot]

why is it so hard to find good info abt cluster b and/or their symptoms -.-

[nationalharryleague]

Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. 

Genre: Valentine’s Day Fluff with Middle School Band Teacher!Harry 

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi my valentines!!! There’s about 30 minutes left of Valentine’s Day for me and I finished this piece right in time!! Thank you to the angel herself @tbslenthusiast​ for beta reading this for me and I cant wait to hear what you all think!! More of my writing can be found in my Masterlist and I would love to hear some feedback! 

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Valentine’s Day was never fun for you. You dreaded this day every year.

Valentine's Day in a middle school was full of teddy bears and flowers purchased by someone’s mom and having to tell 12 year olds to stop kissing in the hallway. You also knew that you would be inevitably interrogated by your students about your love life before getting any of them to listen to your lesson about the industrial revolution.

And every year, your answer stayed the same.

“It is none of your business,” you would begin with a teasing sigh. “But if you all have to know, I am happily single.”

And every year, you were met with a chorus of disappointed whines.

Your students were always desperate to wiggle their way into your personal life, a side-effect of being one of the youngest teachers in the school. You were closer in age to them than to some of your coworkers and they took advantage of that fact constantly, creating an open and honest dialogue with their favorite history teacher.

“But do you have a crush, Miss Y/L/N?” Jenna, one of your favorite students, piped up this Valentine’s Day from the front row. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she raised her eyebrow at you from her desk, inquisitive and adorably curious.

“How about this?” you started, raising your own eyebrow to match her’s. “I’ll tell you if I have a crush, if you can tell me why the printing press was so important to the industrial revolution.”

Your heart started to drop as you watched the massive smile stretch across her face, exposing a mouth full of braces with pink rubber bands. They weren't supposed to learn about the printing press for another week.

“It made information more affordable and easier to access which bridged the information gap between the rich and the poor,” she answered like she had the textbook right in front of her. She crossed her arms triumphantly and leaned back into her seat while the class oohed and ahhed around her, knowing she had kept up her end of their deal.

You felt your cheeks heat as your classroom descended into giggles as your flustered face. “Nice job, smarty pants,” you let out with a nervous giggle.

“Remember, honesty is the best policy,” another student shouted out, pointing towards the poster on the wall of your classroom next to the world map that read the same saying.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender to the classroom full of seventh graders. “I do have a crush.”

Your students erupted at your admission. Whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys were thrown out by the class, but only a gentle smirk rested on your features, refusing to relinquish any more information to the children demanding it.

“You aren’t getting anything else than that!” you raised your voice to settle the rowdy classroom with a laugh. You moved from the front of the class back to your desk, listening to the gentle click of your heels on the white tile and gathering the stack of worksheets for that day’s lesson. “Now, pass these around and stop asking questions,” you playfully scolded.

“That’s not what your poster says, Miss Y/L/N,” Jenna spoke up again, pointing out another poster on your wall.

Never stop asking questions! was written in bold rainbow colors on the wall and it was now staring back at you.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the floor, knowing they had caught you once again. “I’m going to take down all my posters and you’re going to have to learn in a boring classroom soon.”

“We are just looking out for your love life!”

“You deserve a boyfriend!”

“Or a girlfriend!”

“Just someone who loves you!”

You smiled wide at the class full of endearing faces in front of you. They had nothing but good intentions and were sweeter than Valentine’s Day candy. You loved these kids like they were your own.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern,” you confessed. “But I promise I have it under control.”

After that, they began to settle down, eventually letting you give your lesson on the industrial revolution and scientific advancements of the period.

But you knew you had told them a lie.

You did not have it under control, at all. You were hopelessly in love with the kind man with curly hair and green eyes down the hallway in the band room and had no idea what to do about it.

Harry was one of your first friends when you were hired last year, volunteering to show you around the school and fill you in on all the workplace gossip. He had flecks of cheeky mischief in his eyes as he told you about the gym and spanish teachers’ affair and how the coffee machine was broken by one of the math teachers after a bad administrative evaluation. You had listened adoringly, like he was explaining the meaning of life, and you hadn’t been able to shake your crush since.

You brought each other coffees on the daily and were always in and out of each other’s classrooms. He always made sure you were a chaperone on his field trips and you always made sure he was one on yours. He had even convinced you to let your classes come to band practice once a month so they could play music from the time period your classes were currently studying.

He was endearing and kind and charming and so so good with all the kids. He was also incredibly sexy, which made it even more difficult to control yourself around him. You had the fattest and most uncontrollable crush on him, but he was your friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

The ring of the bell that signified the end of the class period brought you out of your Harry induced haze, waving goodbye to your students and shouting after them to do their homework and to stop kissing in the hallways. You stood against the door frame of your classroom and watched their little awkward bodies skurry towards their next class, but your attention was soon caught by the tall man who’s chocolate curls stuck out high above the sea of middle schoolers that surrounded him.

“Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled wide, dimples appearing like they were inviting you to poke them, as he reached your classroom and your heart fluttered at his affectionate pet name.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry,” you beamed back at him, hoping he and the passing students didn’t pick up on the adoration that was becoming very hard for you to hide.

“Oi, stop that,” he called over your shoulder, slight disgust showing on his face. You turned around and were met by two kids sucking face behind you. “Guys, just go to class,” he exasperatedly sighed when he was met by their shocked and embarrassed faces. Once they were gone, the two of you descended into a fit of giggles.

“They have no shame!” you laughed.

“Absolutely none!”

“Why are you over here? Not that you aren't welcome, but don’t you have a class to teach?” you teased gently as students began to gradually fill up your own classroom.

“I thought I would stop by and wish you a happy love day.” He smiled wide at you and spoke sweetly. If you weren’t reading into it too closely, you thought he might even be blushing a bit. “And it’s okay,” he waved off his class, clearing his throat and his voice returning to normal. “They’ll survive a few minutes alone. I trust them.”

“You shouldn’t,” you giggled again.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle. “I probably should get back, but I wanted to invite you to come to my classroom and get some cookies whenever you get a chance today.”

You felt your heart soar at his invitation, no matter how friendly the proposal. “I am free next period.”

“I know,” he winked, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “I will see you then,” he grinned as he began to walk backwards down the hallway, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could, before spinning down the hall just as the bell rang to start the next period.

You tried your best to focus on your lesson about the renaissance with your sixth graders, but your mind kept floating back to the delightful man who had invited you for cookies. 

Had he invited all of the teachers for cookies? Or did he ask just you? Was he just being nice? Or did he actually want to see you? Had he been flirting with you?

The lesson was interrupted when there was a knock on your classroom door. You opened it up to find one of your students, Matt, dressed in a giant heart costume holding baskets full of labelled chocolate bars.

“I’m here to give out Valentine’s Day candy grams, Miss Y/L/N!” Matt exclaimed, his face barely fitting into the far too large hole cut out for his face. Every year the student council set up a candy gram fundraiser and the kid in the suit never got any less cute. You let out a chuckle as you looked down at him, opening the door further and letting him into the room.

You watched with a smile as he called out students’ names and the genuine surprise and flattery that passed over their features. Cheeks turned red and shy smiles played on their lips as they made their way to the front of the room and retrieved their candy from the giant pink heart.

You were caught off guard when you heard your own name be called. Matt held out the meticulously wrapped pink candy bar out to you as the class let out an “ooh” and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Your cheeks heated even further as you read the label.

To: Miss Y/L/N

From: Mr. Styles

Will you be my valentine?

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you had a very hard time holding back the large and toothy grin that wanted to appear in front of your students.

“Who is it from?” one of your students asked excitedly.

“I don’t ask who your Valentines are, do I?” you teased, but held the candy bar close to your chest over your heart. You could feel your heart racing underneath your hands.

The giant pink heart standing at the front of the classroom finished distributing his candy and your class led a chorus of goodbyes as he left the room, onto the next classroom to spread some more innocent young love. You impatiently watched the clock tick down the seconds until the bell rang and released both you and your students out into the school.

And just when it felt like it might never come, the bell rang through the school and your students were off into the chaos of a passing period. You followed closely behind after you gathered your things, the candy bar slid carefully into your bag. You flowed along with the flow of children that carried you down the hallway, heart racing as Harry’s classroom came into view, your feet quickly matching it’s tempo.

Your footsteps echoed on the tile in the acoustics of the large room, your voice bouncing off the walls as you said hello. He had been tuning a guitar when you came in, his attention flashing up from the instrument in his hands to you.

“I was promised cookies,” you teased him. “They better be good.”

“I promise they are. They’re my nan’s recipe.”

“Of course they’re your nan’s recipe,” you sighed with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about using my nan’s recipe?” he asked incredulously, grinning as he settled the guitar back into its stand and moved towards you.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed adoringly. “I just think it’s very sweet.”

“You haven’t even tried them yet! You can’t say they’re too sweet.”

You couldn’t hold back the giant smile that was so wide it made your cheeks hurt, chuckling at his cheesy joke. He made you feel warm when he moved closer to you, like someone had just turned up the heat in the large room.

“I meant that you were sweet, silly,” you tried to joke, but it came out genuine and soft. You bit on your lip nervously, replaying the affectionate tone in your head over and over.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he smirked softly at the pet name and you felt like you were soaring.

He was close to you now, having crossed the room and standing only a few feet away from your body. You wanted to close the space between you two, to kiss him with all your might, to tell him you would love to be his valentine. But just as you built up the courage, he stepped away towards his desk, retrieving a cookie for both of you.

The cookies were shaped into small perfect hearts with a coarse pink sugar pressed into the soft biscuit. The cookie melted in your mouth and the sugar granules crunched between your teeth. You had to hold yourself back from releasing a moan at the taste. They were dainty and delicate and you could only imagine how much time he had put into them.

But you weren’t shocked. Harry was like that. He was gentle, taking care and measured precision with everything he did. He spoke to the kids with tender care, making them feel talented and successful, and was always there to lend a helping hand whenever one of them needed it. And he spoke to you the same way.

“Harry-” you began softly, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“-Yes, I would love to.”

“What?”

“I would love to be your valentine.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, flattered heat rushing to the surface of your cheeks, but you also looked at him with a slight confusion. He had asked you to be his valentine, hadn’t he?

As you looked at him in slight shock, you noticed the small and meticulously wrapped pink candy bar that sat on his desk. Oh my god, they didn’t, you thought.

You could only imagine the confusion that fell onto Harry’s features as you moved away from him and towards his desk, picking up the candy bar and reading the writing on the wrapper.

To: Mr. Styles

From: Miss Y/L/N

Will you be my valentine?

Oh my god, they did.

“Harry,” you chuckled, looking back towards him and holding the chocolate bar up. “When did you get this?”

“I got it this morning when the kids delivered it,” he said dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t send this.” You walked over to your bag that you had left near the door and retrieved your own matching candy bar. “And I’m assuming you didn’t send this either?”

You handed the pink package to him and he read the label closely, eyebrows furrowing even further, then relaxing as you watched the puzzle fall together in his head as it had in yours.

“The kids sent these to us from each other, didn’t they?”

“I believe they did, Mr. Styles,” you nodded.

His cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassment flooding his features. “I’m sorry about before then,” he stammered out. You watched the panic on his face as he searched for something to say that would cover his tracks, but you cut it off when you connected your lips to his.

His lips were soft and velvety and he tasted exactly like the sweet sugar cookie he had gifted you. Your lips moved gently over each other and you slid your hands up to play with the curls that rested at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his hands found their spot on your hips. You couldn’t help the smiles that fought their way into the kiss and you broke apart moments later, both flushed and flustered, small giggles leaving both of you.

“I would love to be your valentine if you would have me,” you said breathlessly as you looked up to him.

“It’s all I could ask for.”

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” you said softly against his lips, already pulling him back in for more.

“We’re just like the kids in the hallway.”

“They’re not too bad. I understand it now.”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!! REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK MEAN THE WORLD!!! :)

[bbarican]

july 20, 2022; 10:30 am - life updates

good morning, tumblr! i have no idea why pero pag nasa bahay talaga ako, lagi akong inaantok; maybe its the weather too pero im badly fighting the urge to just stay in bed kasi medyo marami na yung mga nasa to do list ko so here i am just typing all of my thoughts down before working:

work:

im officially the new business development manager for our company! but at the same time im still a designer so its really exciting for me to finally be able to delve into the business side of interior design in real life, hindi yung pinagaaralan ko lang siya

so far, ang priority kasi talaga ng boss ko is our project together so sabi naman niya kahit wag ko na muna asikasuhin masyado yung bizdev tasks ko

but on the other hand, nadiscuss naman na nung previous bizdev manager sakin yung tasks na need ko alalahanin para in the time na need ko na siya simulan, i know what to do, where to find the files, who to talk to, etc.

my first few bizdev tasks are: to help our hr associate with the townhall mtg my boss plans on having by monday next week and to remind our principal and senior designer about the pro bono design thats up for review and comments kasi we really need to get that started na since sobrang nadelay na siya since everyones so busy

parang meant to be sakin yung role ko as a bizdev manager kasi regardless of my position, talagang ako yung nilalapitan ng mga officemates ko when they have problems and chika hehe

as much as i wanna be in the office everyday, napaka gastos naman kasi with toll palang and gas kaya plano kong mag commute going to the office one time just to see if kaya naman mag p2p just to lessen my gas consumption

personal:

still waiting on the board exam results and yes sobrang tagal niya kasi nga may manual drafting kami for our exam and 400+ kaming nag take so imagine kung gano karami silang need icheck na physical na sheets; around next week labas ng results so im just really really really hoping i pass

seeing my bestfriends last weekend was the best thing ever kasi sobrang namiss ko talaga sila and it gave me the energy i was missing during my board exam review season since i couldnt really go out and talk to other people that much

pick up coffee is amazing and its so affordable? i was so hesitant on trying it kasi i felt like it wasnt being talked about enough so i dont have much to look forward to pero when my family and i tried it, we all loved everything we ordered so so much! come friday, mag order ulit ako pag nasa office ako

i plan on wearing like full make up for friday kasi i wanna feel and look extra pretty for myself + ang lala din kasi ng acne marks ko so i really wanna spend extra time in the morning just covering those up

august is just around the corner; a part of me is really excited kasi its my birthday soon and we have relatives coming home from the states but at the same time, nakakagulat na august na eh parang vivid pa sa isip ko nung chirstmas party namin last year parang last week lang nangyari yun

coffee doesnt even help anymore when it comes to waking myself up; coffee, for me, is literally just flavored water now

family/home:

im still trying my best to not be mataray which i think im getting the hang of naman from time to time; it doesnt really help anyone kasi if i keep letting myself be mataray when an inconvenience suddenly is presented infront of me regardless kung ano man yun

miss ko na kuya ko pero sa march next year pa siya makakauwi

i really wanna go out with my family ulit this weekend; its literally one of my favorite things ever, just going out to eat with them and to window shop kahit na most of the time talagang umiinit ulo ng dad ko for god knows what, atelast magkakasama kami thats all i really care about

again, i love being comfy at home, pero shuta antok na antok talaga ako dito sa bahay and its not like i can bring my desktop anywhere

i cant wait for the holidays

so yeah, thats all for now! i really do think i should post more ulit and journal more kasi nga may times na if i dont, my brain feels like it could explode so ill try my best to incorporate journaling and blogging more ulit into my routine

happy hump day tumblr! i hope we all have a really productive day today!

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES PT.3

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: Angst (alotttt. I’m sorry lol)

Word count:1873

[A/N] So that there’s no smut in this part but it is SO worth it (trust me I hate when there’s no smut but this part is so SO GOOD)this part kinda like, BROKE my heart… ok it DID break my heart…  SEND ME YOUR FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST FOR EACH CHAPTER! ENJOY… (send a request for anything you want me to write or if you have any ideas)

-J.T.S xxx

PART ONE  PART TWO

Ever since the incident at the drive-in theater, Y/N has been avoiding Peter. Whenever MJ, Peter, and Ned would walk out of school together, Y/N wouldn’t be leaning out of the window of the car smiling and waving at them. She would have the window rolled up and looked either straight out the ahead or down at her phone. 

Peter told Ned about the whole situation but didn’t tell MJ. He knew she would kill him because Y/N is her cousin and their like sister towards each other. 

“Peter I don’t know what your gonna do, but you gotta do it fast cause sooner or later MJs’ gonna find out and your not only gonna lose the girl you have a major crush on but also your best friend,” Ned pointed out to Peter. Peter didn’t want to admit it but he was right. He had to come out with the truth to Y/N one way or another. He had to tell her that he does like her and that he lied about the stark internship. 

He had to tell her that he was Spider-Man.

“Yeah Ned, I guess you right.”

“I am right Pete. Now go get your Princess Leia,” Ned teased as the bell rang, signaling that it was time for them to leave. The two boys made their way out of the building, talking about their project they still had yet to finish. They didn’t see MJ around like how she usually is until they heard familiar voices coming from behind them. 

“Here’s your schedule and your and the supply list. You can also sign up for clubs if you would like,” an administrator said.

“I’ll think about it. That you so much.” there it was. That voice. It was Y/N talking to the administrator. But I thought she was homeschooled? Peter thought to himself, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. It’s not like it was a bad thing that Y/N was coming to Midtown, but MJ told him that she really wasn’t the type to go to school. She hated big crowds of people and was never really good at making friends. 

“Ok well, I can’t wait to have you as a new student at Midtown!”

Peter and Ned looked at each other with wide eyes then turned fully around to see who was behind them, even though they already knew by the voices. “Peter…”

“Ned,” he said to the tan boy next to him. They were both in shock by what they just heard.

“Y/N’s going to Midtown?” they said in sync. 

“Yes, she is,” MJ added as she and her cousin walked over to stunned boys. Ned sent them both a smile and Y/N sent him one back with a small ‘hi’. Peter couldn’t help but notice that something was different about her. 

She’s not wearing her glasses.

The four of them walked out of the building together, telling Y/N about all the teachers and classes at the high school. She also explained that she was tired of being homeschooled and wanted to have something to do outside of her one personal bubble. This new information didn’t make much sense to Peter. She seemed so happy when she was at home from what he could see. 

Ned said goodbye to the two girls before heading over to the bus, beckoning Peter over. 

“Later MJ, b-bye Y/N.” 

“See ya, Parker,” MJ responded before getting into the passenger side of the car, kicking her feet up on the dashboard. 

“Hey! Feet off the dashboard dude,” Y/N yelled at her cousin. MJ mocked her expression before chuckling lightly- keeping her feet on the dashboard. “Goodbye, Peter,” she said coldly, turning back to Peter before getting into the driver’s side, pulling away from the curb before speeding off down the road.

“I miss you.” 

The brown-eyed boy whispered to no one, but it was meant for Y/N. He truly did miss her. Even if they had met only one week ago, that same surge of energy raced through him. Peter knew this wasn’t an ordinary crush- he didn’t know what it was. But he knew he couldn’t afford to lose it. He felt like he was falling apart without her. He didn’t intend to be that rude to her that night at the drive-in, it just happening and he regretted it the second he did it once he saw that heartbroken-hearted look on her face. But instead of apologizing to her, he just sat there.

“Sup penis Parker!” a kid named flash yelled and he sped by him, causing Peter’s brown curly hair to fall into his face. Great. 

“Hey kid, I ain’t got all day. Ya getting on or not?” the bus driver said to Peter. He slumped his shoulders and lugged himself into the bus, taking his seat next to his best friend. “It’s gonna be ok man,” Ned told Peter, trying to comfort him. 

I hope so.

///

Peter was late-night patrolling as he usually did and spotted MJ’s place. Not being able to restrain himself he swung over to the building next to it. He noticed that that same room light was on that was on the first time he stopped by MJ’s on a night patrol as Spider-Man. 

Looking through the window to the lit room, he saw Y/N. she was sitting on her bed, her legs crisscrossed as she wrote something down in a thick, brown, leather-backed journal. 

He smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was wearing the glasses. She pushed them up on her face with her knuckle and continued them to write. Someone must have called her name because she got up from her position on the bed and left her room. 

Curiosity took over Peter as he swung over the ledge of the fire escape that was right at Y/N’s window. He peered into it and used his mask to focus closely on the open journal sitting on the bed. It was a letter:

Dear dad, 

I can’t do this anymore. I miss you so much. You were what made me smile every day, and you still do. But I thought I had found someone who could make me smile even more. He’s beautiful dad. He has amazingly curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes I had ever seen. His smile made me smile just like how your smile made me smile. He was the one that convinced me to wear my glasses… your glasses. Not MJ. not mom. He did. I thought he liked me as much as I liked him, but I was wrong. And now I can’t stop thinking about what you told me: some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes. I think he was the one dad, the wrong one. The one I wasn’t supposed to be with. But why does it hurt so much? I’ve been preparing for this to happen to me ever since you told about false love. But now that it actually happened, I cant take it. I cant let him go. But I-

The letter stopped. And anyone could tell that Y/N had been crying as she wrote it- there were tear strains covering the page. 

Peter felt lightheaded. Tears flooded his chocolate eyes and he unfocused his mask from the page. He slumped down, his back not facing the window. He was hurt. It felt like everything in the world had stopped, as time had frozen. He couldn’t bear to know the fact that he hurt Y/N so much to the point she thinks it’s her fault. 

He yanked the mask off of his face, his cheeks burning a shade of crimson just like his eyes. Peter ran a shaky hand through his hair, gripping it as he grounded out in frustration. 

Letting go he slammed his fist against the brick behind him, yelling out in pain. But not physical pain. He felt like someone just ripped out his heart and stomped on it. 

“Hello?” Peter jumped at the voice coming from inside of Y/N’s room. Nows your change Peter. Just go tell her the truth. That’s what one side of Peter said, the other side was the opposite. You cant tell her now, she’ll just hate you more. You have to wait for the right moment. 

But when was the right moment?

“MJ, did you hear that or am I fucking crazy?” Y/N asked as she exited the room. Peter took this chance to get away without being seen. He made his way but to his shared apartment with Aunt May. Entering his room and sitting on his bed, tears ran down his face as he silently sobbed.

///

“Students, I need your attention,” everyone quieted down their own conversations to hear what was about to be said. “I would like to introduce you to our new student, Y/N,” Peter’s head snapped but to look to the front of the class. His eyes landed on Y/N. he couldn’t help but admire her outfit. She was wearing high-waisted but loose, flared jeans with a grey Slytherin sweatshirt and black converse- ones like MJs. her fingers were covered in rings and she has a small necklace. There was a bag draped over her shoulder and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail. She was holding her glasses in her hand, not daring to put them on.

Not in front of all these people. More importantly, in front of Peter. 

Her head hung and she stared at her feet, twisting the ring on her thumb. The teacher told that she could take a seat at an empty chair, and just to her luck, Ned wasn’t at school that day. So she was forced to sit next to Peter. She didn’t want to argue so she took her seat and sat there quietly not daring to even glance at the boy next to her. 

Half an hour went by and Peter noticed Y/N fidgeting next to him. Her hands were shaking, her ears were turning bright red and she shook the table from how much she was bouncing it. She was taking notes but the handwriting was illegible she was consistently squinting at the board, trying to read what was being written. 

“Hey Y/N, are you ok?”

“Fine,” she let out shakily, avoiding eye contact with Peter. He grabbed her hand, causing her to look him in the eye. Y/N’s eyes were red, tears swelling in the corners. 

“We’re going to the bathroom. Now.” 

“No Peter I’m f-fine.”

Peter grabbed Y/N’s arm, pulling out of the chair and into his arms, picking up their belonging with his free arm. They snuck out the back door to the classroom he and Ned used to sneak out of. 

Walking through the halls, Y/N’s breath became shallow. “Peter, peter I wanna go home. Please take me home. There are too many people in there. They were all looking at me a-and I didn’t want them to look at me. MJ. Peter where is MJ. I need-” 

“Ssshhh, relax Y/N. I’m gonna take you home,” Peter said, rubbing her back. She nodded her head at him as they walked through the back doors of the school. 

SORRY THAT THIS PART WAS SHORT BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONG AND I HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD SURPRISE COMING IN THE NEXT PARTS. I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSS

-J.T.S xxx

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[legendarywizarddetective]

Gym

So this is my first fanfic ever...Thanks for @fanficlover91 for encourage me and also be my beta. All I can hope now is that you like it.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x you

Warnings: fluff, light smut, body issues

Your need to work out again grew bigger everyday. You weren't someone who constantly visits the gym but lately you had some body issues that cant be ignored any longer. You had a hard time left behind you and just moved to London a few weeks ago. Thanks to your new job at a popular marketing agency you were able to afford a small but fancy apartment in Kensington.

You loved your new home and job but what you didn't love was the fact that all your new workmates were super hot model size zero types and you just disappeared in between them when you went out at a club or a bar. Even if you knew that you would never be a size zero it bothered you and you wanted to feel comfortable again. And you wanted to be seen... you needed a rebound desperately. Your last relationship didn't end well and your nightmare of an Ex was one of the reasons for your body issues. In the last months of your time together he barely touched or kissed you. It didn't take long for you to find out why... he cheated on you with one of his fitness trainers in his gym. (of course one of those super hot model size zero types) as soon as you knew what was going on you ended up any relation to him and moved in with your best friend. But that wasn't enough, you needed a total restart. And so you ended up in a new country with a new job ready to start over again. So here you are now, in front of the gym you choose... your were really happy that they offered early opening hours because you didn't want to train next to a fitness bombshell with some super tiny sports bra and the tightest leggings on the planet. As you stepped in one of the training rooms you were relieved, no one was there. Due to the early hour you had all the training stuff for yourself so you opted to start with a warm up on the treadmill. You put your earplugs in and started to run. 10 Minutes in and you were already starting to sweat as you recognized a man coming into the room. Obviously he was a constant gym visitor because his muscles were clear to be seen beneath his sweatshirt and his shorts. His bulky form was definitely easy on the eyes and with no doubt he knew who handsome he is because he exuded some sort of big dick energy. He sat down on one of the benches and started to unpack his bag. You tried to go on with your warm up and pretend that you didn't saw him but eventually he looked up to you and your eyes met.

Your heart started to race as you looked into the blue orbs of his, your mind started to spin and your coordination didn't work anymore... right in front of you stood no one else than Henry Cavill, the Man of Steel, Geralt of Rivia and the protagonist of your nightly wet dreams. You couldn't really process that and so your feet start to stumble and you lost your balance on the treadmill. You just closed you eyes and waited for the impact on the ground. And two seconds later you felt the pain in your ass and the back of your head. Great you thought what a nice first impression. As you opened your eyes again you saw the blue orbs right above you “Hey are you ok?” Henry asked. “Ahm yes I think...its ok. I was just …. a … little... distracted.” you mumbled. He smirked down at you and reached out his hand for you. You took it and he easily lifted you up but your head started spinning again. Before you could loose your balance Henry pulled you in his arms “Easy there. It seems you have hit your head quite nicely” he chuckled. You blushed instantly and tried to move away from him but he gripped you tightly. “I think you need to sit down and drink something” he gestured to the bench nearby “I am Henry by the way” he said “Ah yes hi, I am Y/N... its nice to meet you” you groaned. You were totally embarrassed. Yes you knew that Henry Cavill lived in Kensington but out of all options you could imagine to meet him, falling down on a treadmill wasn't one of them but unfortunately the most ungraceful appearance that you could make. Great, just great. I meet my biggest celebrity crush and make a fool out of myself immediately. “Normally I am alone in here at this time of the day” Henry ripped you out of your thoughts “Are you new here?” “Yes its actually my first day of training today and as you can see I am nowhere near as fit as you are” the words spill out of you without thinking about what you said. Henry chuckled “Well everyone needs to start at some point. And as long as you have a plan how to train everything is alright” You snorted “That is exactly the problem, because to be honest I don't have a plan. I just had a bad feeling because of my workmates...” you started to explain. Y/N what are you doing here... Henry Cavill certainly does not want to know your pathetic backstory you scolded yourself “Whats wrong with your workmates” he asked. “Oh ahmm... nothing and I really don't want to steal your training time away Mr. Cavill” Oh fuck, have I said Mr. Cavill...Shit now he knows that I know him... “Sorry... I didn't want to be bold... It must be annoying to be recognized everywhere and... “ “Hey Hey its totally fine... that's a public gym and I am aware that I can be recognized so please stop apologizing” he stopped you. “And you don't steal my time... So please tell me whats up with your workmates.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. “They...They are all super hot model size zero types and I just disappear in between them... so no one ever sees me” You started to explain. “I really wanted to be seen and start a new life here in London with new friends and some male attention... but obviously everyone just sees the ugly wing woman in me...” “Hey look at me” he gripped your chin in his hands and as you opened you eyes you saw him look over you from head to toe “All I can see is the most gorgeous woman I met in quite a long time. With curves in all the right places and the most beautiful eyes I have seen in my entire life” he whispered. You turned crimson red instantly at his words and tried to look away. “Don't be look away. There is no need to be shy. I mean every word I said.” “But...But there is no way... I mean you are... you and I am just an ordinary woman... “ he silenced you with his lips on yours. Holy Shit I must hit my head quite badly this can't be reality... you went stiff at the touch of his lips and he stepped back immediately. “I am sorry... I … oh gosh... that's so not me, normally I don't do that...but your eyes...your lips...you bewitched me” he stuttered. You started to smile shyly because you never you would have thought that you can make Henry Cavill stumble across his own words because of your appearance. You reached out and touched his yaw. “Its fine I was just surprised...” you leaned in again and pressed your lips on his. Now it was his part to be surprised but after the initial shock he moaned into the touch of your lips. He felt heavenly against you and soon the soft and tender kiss grew more passionate and he searched for entrance with his tongue. You parted your lips slightly and he invaded your silky mouth. Oh god this is really happening, I am kissing Henry Cavill and god is he a good kisser, I am curious if his tongue feels this good everywhere... Obviously you weren't the only one who liked the kiss because Henry gripped your waist and put you into his lap effortlessly. You cant help yourself and started to grind on him and he let out a heavy grunt which was by far the sexiest sound you have heard in your whole life. After several more minutes of making out you felt your arousal start to pool in your panties and shifted uncomfortable, trying to get away a bit but Henry gripped you even tighter. That's when you recognized your effect on him... a heavy boner peaked into your groin and you opened your eyes wide in amazement. In need for air you broke the kiss and looked at him with big eyes “Y/N look what your amazing body does to me” he said totally out of breath. “Feel it” he took you hand and pressed it against his bulge “Oh” you whispered. He leans in against you and whispers in your ear “Please come home with me... I want to worship that goddess of you properly”

[goldenmaybank]

meant to be

(not my gif)

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: y/n has been in love with her best friend, jj maybank, for years and now has to watch him fall in love with another girl, who is a kook.

warnings: swearing and slight angst (?)

word count: 4k (it’s a long one) 

a/n: hi! this is my first imagine and i hope you like it. i know it’s a long one i just got carried away :)

2 years. 730 days. 17520 hours. 1051200 minutes.

that's how long i've had to watch the guy i'm in love with be with another girl. two long years of seeing them kiss, hold hands, cuddle, go on dates and anniversaries. all because i was too scared to tell my best friend that i loved him.

two years ago

" yo, y/n ! y/n ! guess what just happened." my best friend since we were kids, jj, said as he ran up to me.

"what?"

"you remember that girl, shay, that i was telling you about? that kook that i met at the kegger last weekend with the long blonde hair, green eyes, slim waist, and fat as-"

"yes, yes. jj i remember." i said cutting him off from finishing his sentence.

"so, i just asked her out and guess what? she said yes!" he said with the biggest smile on his face.

"okay."

"okay? that's all i get? an okay? y/n, this is the hottest kook i’ve ever seen that we're talking about here."

"yeah and last week kate was the hottest kook and the week before that was penelope. this is nothing new j. it's just another pretty girl with big boobs and a nice ass that you'll mess around with for a few weeks maybe even days and then move onto the next girl."

"no y/n, this time is different. it feels different."

"mhm sure" i say not convinced

this is what jj does. he meets a cute kook girl or touron at one our parties, they hook up for a few days or weeks, and he moves onto to the next one. this was no different. however, in that moment, i didn't realize how serious he really was about her until it was too late.

few months after

jj and i were laying on john b’s couch watching movies like we always do every friday night. we've been doing this since we were little kids, usually the rest of the pogues would join us, but they’re all busy tonight. john b is with sarah, kie is working, and pope is helping out his dad. so that just leaves me and jj together.

"um, y/n?"

"hm?" i asked in response

"would you mind if i ended our movie night a little bit early?"

"why?"

"because shay just got off work early tonight and wants to hang out. she's been really busy lately, so we haven't gotten the chance to hang out as much. would you be okay if i left to go see her?”

"um, sure. i guess i can just rewatch friday the 13th again without you."

"really? you're the best! thanks." he said jumping up excitedly to put on his shoes and grab his hoodie, " i mean it's not like we haven't watched this a thousand times already, you'll be fine without me."

"i kinda wanted you here, but i guess she's more important" i mumbled under my breath

"huh?"

"n-nothing. uh, j can i ask you something before you go?"

"yeah sure, but it can't take too long shay is waiting for me."

"are you serious about her? like really serious?"

"yeah, i guess i am. i don't know i've never really felt this way about a girl before. she just makes me feel so happy and i always want to be around her and spend time with her. i usually just get bored with girls after a while and break up with them, but it's different with her. it's something about her i can't explain it." he said with admiration in his eyes.

that's when i knew it was too late. i could see the way his eyes lit up when i mentioned her and how he talked about her with such admiration. he was head over heels for this girl and who am i to step in and ruin it by telling him my feelings. he wouldn't reciprocate those feelings anyways she's the only girl he's felt like this about. i never had a chance against her. i will never be her.

after that day i didn’t see jj for three weeks. he cancelled every single one our plans because of her. “i cant go surfing today, shay wants to go get lunch” “can’t go fishing, shay needs me” “cant make it to the boneyard tonight, shay wants to have a movie night” he bailed on us, on me, all week because of her. the kook girl he just met a few months ago. 

finally, after countless begging and excuses jj came to hang out with us at john b’s house. we were all laying on the hammocks outside watching the sunset and for a minute it felt like everything was how it used to be even though i knew it wasn't. you could feel that everything was different especially between me and jj. he wasn't his usual flirty, touchy self with me and the tension in the air was thick. the rest of the pogues tried to act like everything was normal, but we all knew after today it would be another few weeks before we saw jj again. all he did was hang out with shay and he barely had any time for us anymore.

“so, jj since when did you start dating kooks?” john b snickered as jj punched his arm

“since when did you start dating at all?” pope replied

“i don’t know, man. it’s just different with her, i guess. i never thought i could be capable enough to have a relationship, but she changed that. she changed me.” 

kie looks at me with sympathy in her eyes. she was the only one who knew about my love for jj. i spent so many nights crying to her about my feelings for him and how i wish things could be different between us. it took a lot to get jj to open up to me, especially about his dad, and i always wanted to be the one he could go to for anything. i was the one who patched him up after a fight with rafe, i was the one who hugged him as he cried to me about his dad, i was the one who went along with his crazy ideas, i was one who did everything i could to get him to love me the way i love him. but i guess things don’t work out the way you want them to. i give kie and a nod and smile letting her know i’m okay. as long as jj is happy that’s all that matters to me. i would do anything to make him happy, even if it means i have to watch him fall in love with another girl.

present 

6 years. 2190 days. 52560 hours. 3153600 minutes.

that's how long the love of my life has been with his girlfriend. six long years of me trying to get over him and find someone else yet i could never get that boy with blonde hair and blue eyes out of my mind. he followed me everywhere i went even when i wasn't with him. he's everything i want in a guy yet i can't have him because he's not mine to have. he's someone else's and now i definitely can't do anything about it because they're getting married today.

today is their wedding and of course they invited me and the rest of the pogues. i debated even going and just letting kie give them my present with my pathetic excuse for why i wasn't there, but after talking to jj about the wedding the other day i couldn’t not go. "i could never have my wedding without you there, y/n. you're one of the most important people in my life." is what he told me. if i was strong i wouldn't care and still not go, but i'm not. all i had to do was look in his eyes when he told me that and i was puddy in his hands. there's no way i can't go and let him down like that. he means way too much to me to hurt him just to spare my own feelings. 

i walked into the venue looking around at the setup. of course the kook princess wanted a fairy-tale wedding. i sigh as i look at all the expensive decorations everywhere. i always imagined what my wedding with jj would be like. definitely wouldn’t look anything like this. even after years of all my hard work and schooling i still could never afford something like this. i always thought we’d have our ceremony by the beach since that’s where we first met when we were little kids and spent all our time together. it became our little safe space to get away from everyone and all our problems, and just be together. just me and jj. 

“gotta admit it looks beautiful.” pope says as kie hits his shoulder

“it’s okay, kie. he’s right, it is beautiful. more than i could've ever given him.”

“hey” kie says as she grabs my hand, “you sure you’re okay? because we can leave right now. trust me, i really don’t care to see the little princess wearing a dress that costs ten times the amount of my house.”

“it’s fine, kie. we have to be here for him. i’m just gonna go talk to jj quickly.”

“okay, i’ll save a seat for you.”

i went towards the back to find where jj is, so i could give him something before the ceremony started.

"knock knock." i say as i opened the door to jj’s room walking in to see him finishing getting ready.

"hey you. i almost thought you weren't gonna come."

"now why would i miss my best friend getting married to the girl of his dreams? i would never miss this no matter what"

"good because i know i would never be able to do this without you here."

"so.." i say as i sit down next to him, "how does it feel to finally be getting married?”

"it feels unreal. i never thought this day would come. and if it did, i honestly thought you would be the one standing at the end of the aisle"

"yeah, so did i" i say as i laugh weakly.

"i remember we had this whole thing planned out as kids. we were gonna get married on the beach, preferably the bahamas, but you know any beach would’ve worked for us. 

"and we were gonna have this huge reception and have our friends give sappy speeches talking about how we've been friends forever and despite the “no pogue on pogue macking” rule we still ended up together and got married." i added.

"and our honeymoon was gonna be in mykonos. we were gonna get a suite with a pool and relax all day and then turn up at night at the clubs there." he said as we both laughed.

"wow. we had a lot of plans when we were younger."

"we really did, but i guess none of them really worked out huh?"

"i guess not"

we sat in silence for a moment thoughts both roaming our minds about how we ended up here. best friends since we were little, spent all our time together, always acted like a couple, and yet here we are sitting in this room minutes before he gets married to a girl who isn't me, a kook nonetheless. it's now or never. do i let him know how i feel and finally have this weight lifted off my shoulders or just keep it to myself and let them be happy?

"uh, j? i- um, wrote this letter for you" i say as i take an envelope out of my purse, "it was the original speech that i wanted to tell you at the reception later but felt as though it wouldn't have been right to say, so i just wrote it for you to see. just, don't open it in front of shay, please."

"why can't you just tell me what's in the letter in your speech later?"

"because i would be a shit person if i say what's in that letter at your wedding reception in front of everyone."

"what's in the letter that's so bad?" he asked confusingly

"j-just read it when you're alone, okay?"

"no"

"no?"

"no. just tell me now what's in the letter."

"jj, i-i can't."

"yes you can. what's so bad that you can't tell me now?"

"i don't want to overstep my boundaries or ruin anything or make anything awkward, so just read it later when you're alone."

"no, y/n. tell me right now."

"jj, your wedding starts in a few minutes you need to finish getting ready. we don't have time for this."

"yes we do. i always have time for you."

"jj-"

"no. i'm not leaving this room until you tell me."

"j, don't be difficult."

"i'm not being difficult just read me the letter and this will all be done with"

i sighed, "oh my god fine. i'll read you the damn thing." i take a deep breath and begin to read the letter that might just change everything between us.

"dear jj, i'm not sure when exactly you'll be reading this, but i know when you do you'll be happily married to shay. so, congratulations best friend you're finally someone's husband. i honestly never thought this day would come; you were never one for relationships. always thought it was too much work to handle and you already had enough shit to deal with in your life. remember when we were little we made a promise that if neither of us were in a relationship by the time we were 30 we would get married. as silly as it was i always thought that would happen. that we would be the ones getting married and have our best friends write a speech for us. i'd always imagine kie writing mine and john b and pope would write yours, mainly pope though because we all know he’s way better with words than any of us ever were. but i never once in a million years would think i would be writing one for you and another girl. we've been through so many ups and downs and we still stuck together through it all. you're my best friend and i love you. words can't even describe how much i love you. jj, you've brought me so much happiness and never fail to put a smile on my face. even during my worst times you were always there to pick up the pieces and make me laugh. i never thought i would have someone in my life who means so much to me as much as you do. being around you immediately makes my day a hundred times better and i don't know what i would do without you in my life. my life would've probably been extremely boring and plain without you and your crazy adventures. your smile can make anyone's day better and you always make sure everyone else is happy even before yourself. and that's one of the many reasons why i'm in love with you. yes, i'm in love with you and have been for a while. this is more than a just as friends thing. i'm completely and utterly in love with you and that's never gonna change. and i know it took you a while to believe that someone could truly love and care for you, but i always have and always will. you so deserve so much than life has given you and i hope you know how amazing you really are. i’ve become such a better person because of you and you make me so incredibly happy. i'll never be able to repay you for everything you've done for me. i love you so much. i hope you're happy in your marriage and she treats you right, which i know she does. all i ever wanted was for you to be happy even if it wasn't with me. even though i just dropped this huge bomb on you, please don't let this affect our friendship. i will always be here for you no matter what. i love you, jj maybank."

there was complete silence. jj just sat there staring at the wall not saying a word.

"see this is exactly why i didn't want to tell you in person because i knew this would happen. i-"

"you love me?"

"yes, j i do."

"like actually love me?"

i sighed, "yes and i have for a while as i said in the letter"

"w-why didn't you tell me?"

"i don't know i was always so scared to and i thought you would never really find someone, so i had nothing to lose by not telling you. and then you started dating shay and i could tell you were really happy with her and by the time i realized you two were serious it was too late. i didn't want to step in and ruin anything or lose our friendship."

"you wouldn't have."

"what?"

"you wouldn't have ruined our friendship because i felt the same way. i still feel the same way." jj admitted

"you, what?"

"i love you y/n and as more than just friends. i have since freshmen year of high school when i first told you about my dad and you cleaned up all my cuts and held me in your arms all night. but i was just always too scared to say anything because i thought you were out of my league and i never really deserved you. the only reason i was with all those girls was to forget about you and get rid of my feelings for you, but they never did go away."

"i guess we're both stupid then. we always had these feelings for each other and just never said it."

"i guess so."

"so, what does this mean for us?"

"what do you mean?" jj asked

"i mean this obviously changes things, so what are we gonna do?"

"i don't see why things have to change. yeah we admitted we have these feelings, but that doesn't change anything."

"you're getting married, jj. in like twenty minutes there's gonna be another girl waiting at the end of that aisle for you to go there and give yourself completely to her. and i don't want to stand in the way of giving you and her that happiness you both deserve. me still being here is gonna change things because things are different now whether you want to believe it or not. these feelings are out there and they're still relevant. and i'm not gonna sit here and watch you two be happy and in love and be on the sidelines and feel like shit. i don't deserve that. i don't deserve to have my heart broken seeing you together knowing you have feelings for me and yet i can't do a damn thing about it. and it's not fair to her either to have another woman who you have feelings for sit there and get in the way of her happiness. i'm not gonna ruin this for her, jj. i won't. shay has been nothing but sweet to me and i'm not gonna do that to her. she doesn't deserve it and neither do i."

"so what do you want me to do then?"

"i want you to let me go."

"what? y/n, i love you. you can't tell me to do that"

"let me go, jj. as long as you sit here and tell me that you love me and have feelings for me, this will never end. and we will be going around in circles and i've been stepping on eggshells long enough for you and i'm done. you love her and she loves you, so be happy with her."

"but i love you too y/n and that's never gonna stop." he says with tears in his eyes.

"i know and i will always love you too, but i can't keep doing this. i can't watch you be with her and not be able to do anything. i can't be able to be alone with you knowing how you feel and not do anything to you. you don't know how badly i've just been wanting to kiss you after hearing you say those words to me. you don't know how bad i want this, but jj i can't do this" i say tears running down my face.

"i'll end it then. i'll cancel the wedding and we can be together."

"no. no, jj you can't do that. i'm not gonna ruin this. you've been with her for six years already, you've created this beautiful relationship and commitment to each other and i'm not just gonna ruin that. she's doesn't deserve that. you just need to let me go, jj. let me get over you because the more i'm around you the more the feelings grow. just let me find happiness within someone else.”

"so what? we're just gonna end our friendship? our years and years of friendship is over just like that? i don't want to lose you. if i cant have you in that way, even though i want to so badly, i still want you in my life as a friend."

"but i can't jj. i can't be around you. please, just let me go. let me get over you and find someone else. maybe one day if it's meant to be we'll find our way back to each other and maybe things can work out differently but for now just let me go." i say as my voice breaks

he sighed, "fine, i'll let you go, but only if you do one thing for me."

"what is it?"

"kiss me."

"w-what?"

"kiss me. i've been waiting years to tell you how i feel about you and finally be able to hold you and kiss you, so please just let me do it."

"jj, i don't know" i say hesitantly

"shay never has to know about this and once we kiss it's over. i'll let you go."

"if i kiss you, you'll let me go?"

"yes."

i sighed looking at jj. i actually got a good look of him right now in this moment. he looks so broken. dried tears streamed down his face, his eyes are puffy, and nose is red, but yet he still looks beautiful. no words can describe how jj looks. "cute" or "hot" never did this man justice. he was beautiful both inside and out and that's why i fell in love with him years ago. and as i started to lean it looking in his eyes all the memories we've made together came flashing through my mind all at once. this is really it. after this i'm actually leaving my best friend, who's the love of my life, to move on with my life.

moments later i felt his soft pink lips mold against mine. our lips moved in sync in such a way i have never felt with anyone else before. there was something about the way his lips moved against mine in such a passionate and loving way that i've never felt before. my stomach was immediately filled with butterflies and my mind went blank. all i could do was be in this moment with him. a few moments later it ended leaving both of us breathless. we stared at each other in awe not knowing a simple goodbye kiss would make us feel this way.

"wow. i've been waiting for this kiss for so long and i never knew it would feel like that." jj said

"neither did i.”

as much as i didn't want to, i knew what had to be done next. i stood up grabbing my bag and walked towards the door.

"so this is really it? you're just leaving now. after what we just felt in that kiss you're still gonna leave?" jj asked

"you know i have to."

"no, you don't have to. you want to, there's a difference. but it’s fine you’re just gonna leave just everyone else does, huh?”

don't turn back now. i know what he’s trying to do. he knows how the last thing i ever wanted to do was leave him like countless of other people in his life have done. but don’t let his words get to you. don't turn back now. the decision is already made. if i go back now i'll never leave and end up in the same cycle again.

i turn around one last time to look at my best friend, "i'm sorry. goodbye, jj."

that was the last time i saw jj.

after that i left the venue without saying anything to anyone. i got a ton of calls from kie, pope, and john b asking me where i was. i know they all eventually found out how i felt about him, which sometimes makes me wonder how he never knew, but then again i'm pretty sure they knew he had feelings for me too and i still never noticed. it's crazy how that happens. you could spend every moment of every day with someone and still be so oblivious to how they really feel about you. i guess i was just so caught up in my feelings for him i never noticed all the signs he showed of liking me back.

they always say what’s meant to be will be no matter how long it takes whether it's a day, a month, or a year. well i never really believed in that until now. years later after i walked out of that room, now stood face to face with the guy who was and still is my everything.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hey lovely, I'm in a ridiculously cheesy romantic mood tonight ^--^ could we get a drabble about Arthur and his new bride coming home on their wedding night? I just want copious amounts of fluff (does not have to include nsfw but like,, go off if you want). In my head I'm imagining Arthur and his beautiful new wifey slow dancing to Bing Crosby in the living room still in their wedding tux and dress and he's mouthing sappy lyrics and it's got me cryin 😭😭 but do what you want with this ask 💓💓

Hey sweets! Thank you sooo much for your wonderful request. I`m a sucker for romantic Artie :) <3 I really really hope you like the result.

Arthur on his wedding day

Your eyes focused the beautiful wrinkles beneath Arthurs eyes as he carried you across the threshold. It was like the whole world dissappeared for a moment and all that was left ,was that significant space between these fine lines. You always thought of his laugh wrinkles as a poem  written with invisible ink so everytime he smiled at you, the poem appeared clear before your eyes and you experienced it with all its subtile beauty. With all the tenderness his face was holding. Reading between the lines until the poem that he was started to unfold right in front of you. Showing off the vulnerability of his being.

You loved him. You just loved him so much it hurt. It hurt in the best way possible, like reading prose. Raw and honest. Overwhelmingly  beautiful and wild but gentle to the core. He was all of this. And you wanted it all. Forever and a day.

His body looked fragile, even underneath his black suit you could tell how slender he was. But he lifted you up like you were an butterfly, carrying you all the way into the living room. His green eyes glanced at you with an intensivity only his eyes could hold. He looked so beautiful tonight. He always did. But today was your wedding night and there was this certain kind of magic  seeing him in this black suit and his dark red tie. Arthurs curly hair was tied together in a man bun, which made his eyes and face structure seem even more intense.

He slowly let you down on the ground. Carefully to make sure it was comfortable for you. Arthur took a step back to admire his bride, letting his eyes wander up and down on you. He shook his head, chuckeling. Still not fully able to understand that he just married someone who truly loves him. You. The woman of his dreams. His light that was shining through his darkest hours. The woman who saw him, truly saw his heart when no one else did. You, who had helped him during his worst days, holding his hand until the storms had past. He knew he could trust you with anything. There was nothing that must be hidden from you. Not even his most frightening thoughts. And now that he knew, those kinda throughts seemed to lose their power over him. The connection between your heart and his became so demanding that every nightmare or memory of another life became irrelevant compared to what you felt for each other.

There was a whole future in front of you and it had already started. It started the first time you ever saw him. Every day, dark or light, bad or good lead you up to this beautiful moment of Arthur and you just looking at each other with so much love and admiration. He came closer, softly brushing your cheek with his thumb, letting it travel down your chin, before he took your face between his hands. Oh, his hands. How much you crave them everytime they`re not touching you. How right it feels to let them hold your face. As if he was holding his whole universe between the gentleness of his slender fingers.

Arthur put his mouth on yours as you felt his warm tongue parting your lips. Your face still between his hands, as if he wanted to make sure that this kiss must have been held between his fingertips. Because it was fragile and thin. It needed protection from the outside world. Arthur never kissed you with his lips only. It was his whole body kissing you. His body was nuzzling closer against your chest.His legs trembling to come closer.

Through the kiss you felt him being nervous. The deep ,arousing dance of his tongue tasted of difidence. Arhur wanted to be perfect for you. Every day and especially  tonight. He wanted you to be the happiest new bride imaginable.

Your lips parted as he softly pressed his forehead against yours "Umm.... " he breathed blissfully "I still can`t belive we did this. You did this. Marrying me!"

You smiled, touching his soft hair "Who would have thought that I´m going to marry the most gorgeous man in the whole world? "

Arthur smirked. His crooked tooth was showing. Which made you want to kiss him aagain.  "How does it feel to be Mrs Fleck?"

"It feels like I can finally start to live."

Arthur gave you a kiss on the tip of your nose, breathing into your face "I cant belive you choose me..."

"I would have choosen you in any possible multiverse, darling. " you replied as you watched him walking up to the turntable, putting an Bing Crosby record on.

Arhur was a sucker for romance and music, especially for the combination of both. Feeling him taking your hand and moving to the rythm to the song made you think his body movement was the definition of romance. He wasnt just getting in the mood. He  felt it, became it.

"Mayb I ask you for another dance, Mrs. Fleck?" Arthurs voice soft and hot beneath your ear. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other one free to hold your hand.

"I`d love to " you smiled.

"You are so beautiful in your dress, honey" he mumbled into your ear. The palm of his hand traveling up your back, feeling the fabric as if it was your second skin.

You literally felt the music vibrating in his bones. You felt the melodies crawling up his shoulderbone. Sinking deeper inside. Reaching his muscles and flesh. And you wished to be this melody that made his shoulders move the way they did.

The dim lights hanging in the corner of the room made his hair look like a dark golden treasure. Slow dancing with him was the most magical part of the day. Even more magical than the wedding vows. This was a promise. More. This was destiny. Fate in its purest form.

The way your bodys found the perfect rythm, as if there was one mind leading them to find each other. Be one..

"You look so marvelous, Arthur."

Arthur giggled like a little boy. "No. You are the one who is breathtaking and I think everyone will agree with that!"

"Who`s everyone?" you asked.

"Our audience" he replied, pointing at the empty couch.

"Am I right?" he acted as if he was talking to someone, nodding "See? They agreed!"

You smiled. It meant the world to him to make you smile. “Darling, I have to confess something to you...please dont be mad at me!”

“What is it, Artie?”

He took a deep breath, as if it was hard for him to tell you “The ring.....I....stole it for you. I wanted to get you the most beautiful one and I coudlnt afford it and now I feel so bad about it and I`m so scared that you might get mad at me and I know its not the right moment to tell you but I promise I will find a way to give them something back. I just walked into that store and...it came over me....”

“Oh no Arthur! You really did that, huh?”

“Yeah....I`m so sorry! I should have but I wanted to make you happy!”

“i would be just as happy with a one dollar ring from a venting machine, because this is about us. Not a ring or a vow. Just us, Arthur.”

“I know” he whispered “I was stupid”

“No youre not. And I`m not mad.Okay?”

“Okay”

Arthur pulled you closer as the song he was waiting for started to play.

"Do I want to be with you

As the years come and go?

Only forever

If you care to know"

He mouthed the lyrics while his eyes met yours. You took your finger and brushed over his dark eyebrows. Arthurs eyelids fluttered under your touch. As he opened his eyes again he saw it all . What you felt for him and how far you came. He was right here with you and it was real . He was real. You were.

Arthur made you spin around in circles, impressed by how your dress looked doing it and kissed you passionately. This time not as nervous anymore. The music helped him to relax his muscles, to just flow with what was rising inside of him. Your tongues embracing each other like two tiney dancers. Spinning in small circles like you just did.

"I want you, Arthur." you gasped into his mouth "

He nodded with his lips still sticking to yours. His forehead glimmering with sweat as he started to unzip your dress. His fingers struggeling a bit.

"I want you to continue your little dance....but....inside of me. Could you, Arthur? Cold you dance inside of me?"

Arthur managed to expose your shoulders, placing  kisses across your collarbone, eagerly nodding.

"How long would it take me

To be near if you beckoned?

Off hand I would figure

Less than a second"

He sang quietly as you started to button up his black pants. Every piece of clothing that was falling to the ground brought you closer to feel all of him. Mentally and physically.

And as you both fell onto the bed, chuckeling, you told him how unforgettable this night will be .

Arthur gently buried himself inside of you, to dance on your insides like a weightless dream. And as you felt your heart inflaming with love he sang:

"Do you think I'll remember

How you looked when you smile?

Only forever

That's puttin' it mild"

[clown-of-rivia]

The Cheeky Busker and the Broody Detective

Geralt hated these missions. Clearing out these gang 'dens' and the buildings they owned was never a good experience. Drug addicts and scared sex workers were shuffled out to waiting ambulances, remaining gangsters and drug dealers are arrested or shot if they resist.

In the small dank apartments on the top levels in the decrepit building hides terrified families, former convicts, or run-aways who couldn't afford anything better.

His partner Yennefer feels the same judging by her uncharacteristic silence. Over the radio Eskel and Lambert calls the bottom two levels clear. Geralt cant wait to get out of here. One more room. He knocks on the door but when there's no answer he kicks it in with barely a warning.

The sight slams into him like a cold fist.

On the single mattress lays a familiar body with familiar brown hair. The apartment is ice cold and he can smell the fever and sweat on the man from here. In a corner stands a familiar guitar. A heavy layer of dust on it.

~

"Morning Geralt!" Jaskier grins brightly and winks as he does every morning. "Looking particularly handsome and broody today."

Geralt rolls his eyes at the busker. "Isn't it time you find a new corner?"

"And deny you the pleasure of my beautiful voice and delightful company every morning over your breakfast bagel and coffee? I would sooner cut off my fingers!"

Geralt cannot help the tug of his lips and watches as Jaskier's face brightens like the sun in response. He knew nothing of the man except that he was a busker who stood on this corner between Geralt's apartment and the police station every morning and sang songs of the heroic Detective Du Rivia! The Wolf among the Hounds.

"One of these days you'll hear me on the radio and then you'll be sorry for calling my voice a pie without filling!" He calls after Geralt with sunlight and laughter in his voice as he walked off to work.

But then Jaskier had caught him on a bad day...

One morning as he was walking home from a mission that ran through the night. Innocents died and Yen had taken a bullet to the arm. If he had just gotten there faster, if he had just not hesitated to take the shot-

Jaskier was just himself. Happy, joyful, overly-familiar Jaskier who tried to distract him when he saw his anger and then reached out to him in concern. Geralt had snapped. He didnt mean to, didnt mean what he said, but he was hurt and angry and frustrated and Jaskier was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

He will never forget the pain on the busker's face or the way his eyes watered as he pulled away with a soft murmured apology and a promise he wont see him again.

That was 3 months ago. Every morning Geralt still had a spark of hope that he would hear the man's voice ring out. Every morning he would feel the stab of guilt. The silence was his fault.

Geralt doesn't hesitate to rush to Jaskier and gather him in his arms.

~

Severe pneumonia and bordering starvation, the doctor informed him, and that things weren't looking good. There was also signs of an ankle injury that didnt heal well. As he was practically homeless it would stand to reason Jaskier didnt seek medical help he couldn't afford.

Not being able to walk meant he couldn't sing and play for money. No money meant no proper food or heating. And then Jaskier got sick...

If only Geralt had asked about him, maybe this would never have happened. If Geralt hadn't pushed him away maybe Jaskier would've come to him if he needed help.

If only Geralt had told him that Jaskier was the reason he got up earlier every morning to see him. Some days he was he only reason Geralt got out of bed in the first place.

If only Geralt had told him he was the one good constant in his life of misery and chaos and violence. If only Geralt had gotten the courage to give him those daisies he bought.

[imyourmumloser]

Trash to Treasure - Eisuke Ichinomiya x reader

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 2 4

It felt like days since I had first arrived in the fancy room yet the ticking clock on the wall said otherwise. The bodyguard was busy typing away on a laptop with furrowed brows. He would spare a glance at me every now and again but otherwise his sight stayed glued to the screen.

In the few hours I had been here two other men had shown up. The tense atmosphere didnt hold up for long with them around as they greeted me in the least serious way possible and joked around with each other while introducing themselves.

"Sor, I didnt think I'd ever find you alone with a pretty lady like this," the one in a red jacket said while nudging him slightly before turning to me. "You can call me Baba, pretty lady," he beamed with a wink. He was definitely a strange man and I didnt hesitate to move away slightly as I eyed him suspiciously. The small gesture of discomfort caused the other man to laugh at Baba as he pouted in rejection. However, it didnt take him long to recover and move closer to me.

"So what do you see in Sor then?" he questioned me while wiggling my eyebrows. Thankfully, I didnt have to reply before Sor dragged him away from me and out of the room with the other man. I couldn't help but silently thank whatever god sent him my way to save me from the situation. Eventually the Sor guy returned alone thankfully and the silence from before the clowns came had returned as well.

More time ticked by yet before I knew it the familiar sound of the elevator opening filled the room and out sauntered a familiar face. My hopes were high as my heart began to pound before I remembered my random, crazy act before and realised this most likely wasn't going to go well. The good thing is that he didnt have a lawyer with him so maybe I wasnt going to end up in prison.

Sor finally looked up to Eisuke who pulled out his phone as he made his way to the sofa. "Come to the lounge and bring Mamoru," he ordered before ending the call without wasting a second of his precious time. He continued over to the raven haired male who showed him his laptop screen. Eisuke's eyes swiftly scanned whatever was on the screen before looking at me. Oh boy.

Just as I gulped and anxiety flooded me, the two clowns from before returned with a sleepy looking man who I'm assuming is the Mamoru that Eisuke ordered to come here. They all sat on the sofas as I felt the breath from my lungs leave. Why did Eisuke want so many people here? Maybe they were his legal team which would mean I was in deep trouble.

The thought made my hands clammy. All I wanted was to carry out my mothers will yet the day just couldn't go as planned and here I was surrounded by men who would most likely change my life. Its moments like this where i would go to my mother for support, comfort and advice but none of it was on the table anymore and I was alone in this world. Eisuke wasnt pleaded in the slightest at me just standing outside his hotel so imagining how he would respond to me acting like a wacko lady and causing a scene sent a shiver down my spine.

As I continued dreading the potential future that was going to be thrown my way they talked among themselves. Even if I was paying attention their voices were hushed enough that it would have been loud enough for me to hear; not that I wanted to hear it though.

"So you're mother is (mother name)?" Eisuke's voice pulls me from my dark thoughts. After processing his question I nodded hesitantly.

"You knew her?" I asked. It didnt click that Eisuke would have known my mother and I didnt really know anyone else who knew her so he would be the first person who I could talk to about her.

"Knew?" he questioned.

Before I could talk, I felt like a pile of bricks had been dropped on me. I hadn't said it out loud yet. I bit my lip as my eyes stung from the familiar heat of tears. I blinked them back as I questioned if I wanted to say it. It was real if I said it. I spent days feeling numb on my own before throwing myself into finding Eisuke so I never got to come to terms with the cold, hard truth.

"She... died," I mumbled back in response. Those two words not only confirmed that she was gone but also dragged a dull atmosphere into the room as a short silence followed suit. My heart ached and I could sense the look of pity on one or two of the mens faces and I hated it so for my sake I tried to move the conversation on.

I took a deep breath to soothe myself and forced the tears back before speaking. "That's why I wanted to talk to you, Mr Ichinomiya," I said as I turned toward him. His brows knitted together in thought as I awkwardly waited in response.

After what felt like the longest few seconds he finally turned towards the other men. "Her safety is to take top priority. Get ready for the meeting for when I'm back," he ordered as he got up and walked towards me. "You, with me," he barked and left before I could respond.

"Where are we going?" I asked but followed anyway despite knowing our destination like a loyal dog.

"Your room. My girlfriend should stay in my penthouse after all," he replied but the answer only fueled my confusion.

"I dont have a room here, I cant afford it. Plus what do I have to do with your girlfriend?" I quizzed yet was only greeted with silence. I turned to the others and noticed the clowns laughing at my confusion. Was it that obvious? I thought over the phrase before it clicked.

"Wait, you mean me?! I'm the girlfriend?" His only response was silence as I was practically running after him to catch up with his long, quick strides. Cold much. After chasing after him we finally arrived in a lounge that felt a little more homely yet still as sophisticated as the room I was in prior.

"Y-you didnt... answer... me back there," I huffed out of breath.

"I shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to. You'll be staying in the guest room. Dont leave the penthouse without my permission. If you leave then I trust you know what trouble will be waiting for you and if I call you better answer immediately."

"You dont even have my number," I said confused, however, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

"The only replied I should get from you are yes and okay," he half scolded while putting his phone away and nodding his head in the direction of a door. "That's your room."

Without another word he turned on his heel and went back the way we came. That was short and quick. My brain was baffled by the past week's events. I felt foolish for expecting answers as I stood in the lounge all on my own.

Sighing I turned around and walked towards what would be my new room. None of this sat right with me but it was what my mother wanted so I had no choice but to go through with it and trust that she knew what she was doing when she sent me Eisuke's way even if Eisuke was a bit of a dick.

I closed the door to the room behind me as I scanned over the room. It was as elegant as every other room in the hotel but one thing stuck out to me; my things. Why were they here and how? I shuffled through everything to confirm it was mine and after doing so I stared in shock.

Did he do this in the time I was sat with that bodyguard? How would he have been able to find my address then transport it all here? The bad feeling in my gut only worsened as I felt things were going to go downhill with me knowing these people. Not to mention the fact that he's keeping me here and I didnt even have a say in it. The pile of bricks from before hit me ten times harder as I tried to hold onto faith that my mother would keep me from harm's way.

I sat on the bed as the darkness of the night consumed me just like my thoughts did. Surely I was safe, right? Mother would never put me on harm's way. I continued to try and justify what was happening and before I knew it my eyes were opening to the harsh rays of the sun. I guess I fell asleep at some point last night.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as everything came flooding back to me while my gaze wandered around the room, focusing on my things that mysteriously appeared here. As I pulled my body out of bed I noticed the view of Tokyo. The view was breathtaking and looked like something I would never be able to afford even if I saved up five lifetimes. I felt like I was in a trance as I soaked in the modern scenery and ant sized people.

A knock from the door echoed through the otherwise silent room. I turned as the door swung open to reveal a maid in a blue uniform dress that bowed down to me slightly. "Good afternoon Miss L/n. It's time for your appointments. I've been requested to show you to them," she stated as she raised her head to me.

"Appointments? Afternoon?" I seriously overslept.

"Yes. Mr Ichinomiya is waiting for you. He's a busy man as you know. We must hurry," she replied while eyeing my day old, wrinkled clothing. I'm guessing these wont do for his standards.

As I scurried to the bathroom to get dress I wondered about the appointments the maid was going on about. I dont remember being told about any but yesterday is kind of a blur but I did remember him telling me that leaving him waiting would lead to trouble for me so I hurried along and reappeared in front of the maid.

"Ready? We must be quick," the maid said, leaving the room before I could even answer. Do I get a say with anyone in this hotel or am I just a doormat?

We soon arrived in front of an empty boutique. I turned to the maid with a quizzical look but all she did was stand by the door gesturing for me to go in. Eyeing the empty shop suspiciously, I pushed the clean glass door open and looked around in curiosity before my gaze landed on the one and only Eisuke Ichinomiya.

"You're late," he scolded. His brows were furrowed as he looked down at me in disapproval. "Try these on," he ordered. He jerked his head in the direction of several tracks of dresses as confusion took over me slightly.

"Which ones?"

He scoffed in return and as I looked at him I just managed to see him roll his eyes at me. Wasnt he supposed to be my boyfriend? Does he not know that definition of boyfriend or is this how he treats every woman?

"All of them obviously."

My jaw almost dropped in shock as I stared at all the dresses. He wanted me to try all of them on? This was going to be a long day and it was already way into the afternoon.

[amazingorangedangantrash]

Give us the list of gifts!! I’m curious to know what they would give,,

You got it chief!

(Sorry this is a tad late, life has been kicking my butt lately-)

• Chiaki- probably a game or something like that. Most likely a multiplayer, and a promise for the two of them to play it together sometime. She might bring his switch or smth if she knows he'll be there a long time and get bored.

• Hajime- his underwear unlike everyone else, a relatively normal gift, like chocolates or something. they're orange flavoured He'd probably also be the one bringing him general stuff, like a change of clothes and all that.

• Nagito- also his underwear honestly, Nagito is one rich hoe so you know whatever he brings is going to be extremely high quality (especially for his beloved symbol of hope!). It's mentioned in UDG that Makoto likes trendy things, so maybe something he knows Makoto's had his eye on for a while now, but couldn't quite afford.

• Peko- honestly, Peko has zero experience in gift-giving, and probably turns to Fuyuhiko for help. Little does she know, he also has no fucking clue-

• Fuyuhiko- the guy has no idea how to give casual gifts. Makoto just wakes up one day and there's a newly crafted authentic sword embellished with the Kuzuryu clan name lying in the corner wrapped in silk, and he's just like... 'thanks... ig-'

• Jokes aside, he'd probably give him a nice watch or suit- guy's gotta look good when he confronts his rivals attends school.

• Nekomaru- hmm. He's a pretty sporty person, so maybe a tracksuit or gym clothes? Or no- maybe a nice planner/to do list to scribble in. (To Makoto's surprise, it's actually very pretty, and even handmade!)

• Akane- we all know the way to Akane's heart, and it's food- she'd probably bring him a lot of snacks and stuff, especially whatever's his favourite (maybe a bit too much... well, it's not like he minds sharing. Although, maybe that was her plan all along...)

• Ibuki- she'd bring along some CDs and music he likes/she thinks he'd like. It's the perfect opportunity to get him to listen to some of her reccomendations! Also, here's a cute idea- she brings her guitar and sings to/with him in his room.

• Mikan- Mikan is most likely the one actually looking after Makoto, but I guess if she'd had to gift something, it might be some cute stationary? (*looks at Mr stapler-*). I feel like she'd want to give something handmade, like cookies, but she's a bit clumsy and wouldn't be able to make it.

• Teruteru- ok teruteru would DEFINITELY give homemade snacks and stuff. He'd for sure insist on making Makoto's meals (in exchange for helping him with uh... changing his bandages-)

• Sonia- she might realise that Makoto is likely to get bored, and leave him some of her favourite reading material (unfortunately for him, said material is occult magazines, the current issue of which is centred upon a haunting at a hospital... he doesn't sleep well that night-)

• Gundham- isn't it sweet to imagine Gundham might actually leave one of his animal friends to keep Makoto company (even moreso if it's one of the Dark Devas- ahhh that level of trust)- or as he'd say, to "keep watch over him".

• Hiyoko- knowing Hiyoko, she'd probably leave a LOT of sweets. Most likely the traditional japanese kind too, though, there's a fair share of gummies and chewy sweets too.

• Mahiru- she has quite an eye for pretty things, so I think she'd leave some rather nice flowers, maybe in resin, like a bookmark or table decoration. Or, maybe she'd leave some polaroids to remind him of how much they all appreciate him.

• Kazuichi- a television. But not the hospital kind, oh no, this one he built specially for his bud. And maybe some other little gadgets here and there. (Also some coconut water, cause, he just likes it man-)

• Twogami- he'd.. probably copy Byakuya tbh *wheeze*

• Ryouta- a copy of a particular anime that he knows Makoto will like/cheer him up (I'm looking at you, *insert your favourite comfort anime series/movie here*)

Class 78

• Byakuya- knowing this guy, he'll buy whatever's expensive- he might even leave some of that pricey coffee because he "cant stand to see Makoto drinking that commoner crap anymore-" (insert that scene from ouran high school host club here-). Although... i cant remember but i think it was mentioned that he likes flowers? He might leave those.

• Kyoko- she actually likes some pretty feminine things, like perfume and cherry blossoms. I can see her leaving one of those really nice pens/journals. Or a set of some nice lotions/stuff like that.

• Aoi- donuts, duh. (She really likes cute stuff too, so maybe some adorable erasers!)

• Sakura- don't let her appearance as a wannabe jojo character fool you! she likes some delicate things. She might leave a rather beautiful charm, as a token of her friendship. Due to her practicality, I can also see her leaving vitamins and health supplements to make sure Makoto recovers quick!

• Yasuhiro- he's pretty superstitious, so alongside some nice scented candles (pine tree and summer berries, to be specific, to match Makoto's 'vibes') to clear the air, he'd leave some good luck charms to keep away any um- 'ill-intentioned spirits'.

• Toko- she definitely likes receiving very girly gifts, but I don't know if she'd feel very secure about giving them? Maybe she'd give him a signed copy of one of her books- maybe even a personal one she wasn't really planning on publishing...

• Genocide Jill (or however you call her idk)- JILL PUT DOWN THE SCISSORS- JILL- N O-

• she gave him a coupon for a haircut. That's... considerate (he'll let his hair grow to his feet before he lets her scissors anywhere near his neck-)

• Hifumi- 'please,,, please let this be a normal, completely safe for work piece of storytelling', Makoto thinks, as he opens the doujinshi, already perturbed by the... *ahem* somewhat suggestive cover.

(It is not safe for work)

• Celeste- a rather aesthetic pair of red and black glittery dice, and playing cards. (He finds that the dice are loaded and the cards are slightly uneven). I also like to think she might leave him some high quality tea and a set- (as a tea lover myself I'd definitely appreciate that as a gift hehe)

• Chihiro- they also like cute things! They'd definitely leave a totally adorable set of charms or something (I'm thinking of those ones that you'd hang from your phone), or pretty flower stickers for a laptop. Maybe a handmade gift too!

• Kiyotaka- he's that guy who brings the homework most likely something practical, like a scarf or coasters, y'know, that kind of stuff?

• Mondo- an entire motorcycle maybe- maybe just a leather jacket for now...

• Sayaka- he likes pop music, and I'd imagine he likes hers too (maybe not as much as his sister tho adjajsaisb-). She'd give him an album of covers she'd made, since she knows he likes her voice- all his favourite songs.

• Leon- a signed baseball. Makoto's the only one he's confided in about wanting to go back to baseball about, so he gives him a signed one as a token of appreciation.

• Mukuro- a confession letter. Mukuro has no idea what to give. Her love language is bullets and weapons and oh wait a minute.

• "Is... is this an actual gun-?"

• Junko- chocolates. Yup. That's it. They're just chocolates. Promise. 100% dairy-filled, ethically produced, got-em-on-sale chocolates.

• (And they may or may not be lined with Carolina reaper pepper extract-)

Bonus:

• Izuru- literally all of these but handmade and 200 times better because he's an actual god-

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[naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki]

Could u continue the scenario where the reader saves Konan by joining Tobi, please??? IT IS SUPER GOOD I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART!!!🙏😋😀😀😀😃

Thank you for the support to everyone requesting this story be updated and sorry for the long wait :)

Part I    Part II    Part III    Part IV

Reader begging for Konan’s life: Part V

“Damn that Kabuto!” Tobi cursed into the infinite space of his Kamui.

You were unprepared to have been sucked into his jutsu and landed on your hands and knees ungracefully. You gasped at the impact and sat back once you got your bearings while Tobi was going off. He was fit with rage and couldn’t help but ramble carelessly.

“I will have to be extra careful now that I have a snake slithering about in my own domain. DAMN him! If it weren’t for what he knows, I would have got rid of him. I don’t know how he found Madara’s body. That Orochimaru probably helped him find it. His obsession with the Uchihas has passed down to his conniving apprentice; blackmailing me so he can get to Sasuke. He is MY pawn, not his! Now, I got to relocate him.” Tobi’s rant was winding down. The anger in his voice was lowering and he was no longer sounding like Madara, you noticed. He sighed in exasperation, seemingly feeling overwhelmed by this mess.

“This is all getting rather complicated,” Tobi groaned as he took a long breath. “It’ll be worth it in the end. There will be no more pain. I’ll make the world right for her and bring her back. I’ll see her again. No amount of hiccups in my plan will get in my way of that.” Tobi sounded affirmative; his voice shifting to that which you believe was his real voice.

“No one will get in my way! Not Kabuto. Not the Shinobi Alliance. Not the Kage of the Five Great Nations. Not that blooding Kakashi. Whatever it takes.” He spoke with passion as he clutched his fist; making that promise to himself.

He stood there in silence; contemplating. You watched him for a moment; studying his physique, realizing how important this was to him. The words “whatever it takes” ringing in the back of your head like a siren. He had said it with so much conviction and you felt he truly meant it. Look how far he had come for it already and you wondered about the girl he spoke of. Who she was to him and what had happened to her?

You stood up slowly before you spoke, half reminding Tobi that you were there.

“Leader-sama?”

“We’ll have to be more careful. I don’t need my plans further compromised,” Tobi started as he turned towards you; looking at you through the peephole in his mask. “I’m going to have you move Sasuke to a new room. Do not disclose his whereabouts to Kabuto or anyone of his kind. You’re also going to have to be more cautious in your daily routines and tasks. You are to speak as little as you can with that snake. Understood?”

“Yes, Leader-sama.” You complied with a curt nod.

“Good.”

“Leader-sama, if I may… Sasuke is recovering and recuperating fast. I believe his body has accepted the transplant exceptionally from what I gathered. It won’t be long until Sasuke will be able to use his eyes, probably in a few days if he wishes.”

“NO!” Tobi snapped quickly. “You must make Sasuke think the treatment will take longer. Once he learns that he can use his new eyes, he’ll want to test them. He’ll want to leave and there will be no reason for Kabuto to stay if he knows I don’t have Sasuke.”

“Right…” You hesitated, unsure. “I’ll withhold that information.”

Tobi nodded at your obedience.

“But…”

You drew his attention back to you with a calm voice.

“What of afterwards, Leader-sama?  When Sasuke is well, may I be permitted to see Konan again?”

Tobi blinked, pausing shortly. He did not expect that question. He was caught off guard as the thought of Konan’s lifeless body dripping with blood popped into the forefront of his mind. The woman you traded your life for was, unbeknownst to you, dead by his hand. Guilt swept over his body, but he could not afford to tell you the truth. He still needed you.

“You swore your allegiance to me.” He reminded smoothly. “I will need someone by my side when the war commences.”

“Yes, but after the war is won?” You repeated, hopeful.

Tobi saw the desperation in your eyes that brought an ache to his stomach. He remained stoic however, when he answered you.

“You’ll see her again. We’ll all see our loved ones again.” Tobi broke eye contact with you as he couldn’t bear to look at your face any longer for the guilt he felt.

You misread his solemnness; thinking that he was thinking of the girl he had mentioned previously. “Is that what you are doing this all for? For someone you love?”

Tobi felt his shoulders tense.

“Yes,” he answered after a short pause.

Feeling compelled, you stepped forward towards the man you swore your allegiance to. A man whose real name you did not know and a face you did not see. You were filled with compassion and laid a hand upon the man’s shoulder. You knew what it felt like to lose the ones you loved. You missed Yahiko and Nagato deeply; and you sacrificed your loyalty for Konan to keep her safe. You understood where Tobi was coming from, wanting to do anything and everything for the ones you love. Although, he didn’t have to grant your wish, you felt there was enough mutual understanding for him to do so, which brought a soft smile to your lips in appreciation.

“I’m truly sorry for your loss. I would do anything too, to protect the ones I love,” You spoke with empathy. The warmth and gentleness of your touch communicating your feelings.

Tobi did not relax under your touch. The act alone made his thoughts cloudy and made his heart pound. He hadn’t felt this way in a while, but with the combination of his gut tightening, he knew he had to shove off his feelings of guilt to continue.

He turned from your touch; ready to put his plan back in motion.

“Come. We must prepare Sasuke’s new arrangements,” he spoke before he sucked you both up through his Kamui back to his hideout.

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Price of Prejudice

~ Inspired by Pride & Prejudice ; Requested ~

Kim Seokjin is a man with the grace of a dancer, face of an angel, and enough wealth to keep several governments afloat. It is in his nature to be entirely narcissistic and classist - a man of his nature can afford to be. (There are few things that Seokjin cant afford.) When you're invited to the annual 'buja' ball, you hope to find an eligible bachelor to wed and live happily ever after with. What you end up with is a crazed man willing to do anything to have you bear his name and with a ring on your finger.

Trigger Warning: The following story contains mentions of manipulation and abusive acts. The behavior and mindset of the characters in this will be incredibly yandere and toxic. This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Please enjoy.

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“Have you heard? Surely you must have. It’s all over town.” Tzuyu whispered underneath the white sheets that covered both of you. The outline of her face could be seen through the candlelight that pierced through the comforter, but her beautiful features were hidden away. “You know I’ve never been one to focus on rumors. Not the boring ones at least.” The two of you giggled before hushing each other. Your mother was sure to throw a fit if she discovered the two of you still awake at this time. “A Mr. Jeon has come into town. Mother convinced father to invite him to the town ball.” Her smile was wide, smile lines forming and eyes lighting up with excitement. “Well then, we must make sure to look our best then. Shan’t we?” A silent agreeance formed between the two of you as another uncontrollable giggle escaped your lips. No wonder all your younger sisters had been so excitable this morning; not to mention your mother. Her nerves hadn’t calmed down since the last ‘suitable’ suitor Mr. Richards left the town several months ago. Taking with him any hope of marriage and salvation with him. Tzuyu poked her head from under the sheets and with a puff of her lips let out a soft wind that overpowered the candle’s flame, plunging the room into darkness. You let your eyes flutter shut as your body relaxed into the soft bed below. A brief thought passed through your mind, a fading one, as exhausting overcame you and sleep began to weigh you down until it dragged you to unconsciousness. I hope everything goes well tomorrow…please let me meet someone…

The entire day had been spent preparing for the ball. Corsets were tightened and your best ribbons were taken out to be worn tonight. Your mother had spent all morning coaching Yeri and Nancy on how to be ladylike and respectful – as if that could reel them in. Tzuyu had busied herself with planning her attire for tonight and you decided best to leave her to it; she carried the most pressure after all. So you found yourself strolling around the perimeter of the Longhorn estate with your head buried into the latest publishing of First Impressions. Your mother had previously warned you that you tended to get into your novels, but you tended to disregard her advice. Once you raised your head and saw that you had, in fact, walked all the way from Longbourn to Netherfield. Great just my luck. You had every intention of walking back until you noticed the carriage standing at the entrance of the estate. Walking closer you noticed the doors open and two gentlemen step out. Even from a distance, you could perceive how attractive they were from their saunter, posture, and clothing. One stood out far more than the other, his ragged hair being blown by the wind as the ruffles on his white muslin shirt lightly moved. He looked like something out of those ridiculous romance novels Nancy insisted on reading – a true dandy. Perhaps he was Mr. Jeon or a friend? It didn’t matter for you felt your feet pick up as you began to race home, anxious and anticipating meeting the mysterious man who was sure to appear at the ball.

A loud booster of music, conversations, and the tapping of shoes against the hardwood floor echoed around the wooden manor. Its infrastructure weary and old, but it was the only place in all of town that could manage to fit most of its inhabitants with room to spare. It was a snug fit, none of it mattered when the alcohol and adrenaline poured through everyone’s veins. Tzuyu, Nancy, and you have spun around and ‘wooed’ by the men you danced with. Each trying his luck, every so often all of you would make eye contact and laugh at your own private joke. One of the men was not aware of it. Your attention was captured by the man in front of you a Mr. Coleen or Collins, you couldn’t quite recall. Not much was distinguishable about him, except for his height. He was not short for a man, but he was much shorter than you. “Miss Bennet. That was a lovely dance. Almost as lovely as you look tonight.” You smiled, a politely bowed not missing the way your mother watched the interaction from the corner of your eye. “Thank you, Mr. Colleens. It was my pleasure.” He seemed enthusiastic about your response for he opened his mouth quite widely to speak but was interrupted by the doors opening.

Everything stopped at that moment. The crowd parting for the two men to walk through, you recognized them instantly: Mr. Jeon and his friend. Now at a closer range, it dawned on you that their beauty was incomprehensible, no image you conjured up in their mind could do them justice. Tzuyu nudged you slightly, the two of you bowing when they passed by you. You didn’t miss the way the shorter man’s eyes lingered on Tzuyu, a light flush adorning his cheeks. When they reached the center of the room, the music resumed as did the activities. “Girls. Girls. Come here.” Your mother beckoned you over, the four of you lining up beside her as she waited her turn to speak with the newcomers. “Oh, where is your father? I swear if he –” A sudden cackle resonated from the crowd in front of you, one that you could recognize anywhere. It seems your father had already made himself acquainted with Mr. Jeon and his friend. The three share a polite conversation. Not wasting any time, your mother pushed out the ladies in front of her dragging the four of you by the wrist like rag dolls. “Oh darling, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Her voice was pitched, it got that way when she lied. Your mother turned to the men before bowing, “My apologies. I didn’t mean to disturb your conversation, I’m Mrs. Bennet.” Then she turned slightly towards the four of you, “These are my daughters Tzuyu, Y/n, Nancy, and Yeri.” Both men responded to your greetings, though you noticed the dandy man did so cooly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all, I’m Jeon.” A bright smile spread his lips apart, making Mr. Jeon resemble a cute animal. Though he spoke in general, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes of Tzuyu. “This is my good friend, Mr. Kim.” Mr. Kim bowed politely, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Mr. Jeon and Mr. Kim looked like beings out of Thomas Gainsborough's paintings. Their beauty enrapturing, in every sense of the word. Though Mr. Jeon was attractive in his own right. There was something about Mr. Kim, be it his aura or demeanor, that drew you in. Your family excused themselves to allow the men to greet others, but Tzuyu and you hatched a plan to conveniently converse with them once more. “What if he doesn’t like me, Y/n?” Tzuyu stressed as she bit her lip anxiously, the skin turning white at the pressure she was exerting. “How could he not? You’re the most beautiful girl here. Not to mention he could barely keep his eyes off of you.” It didn’t take much to persuade Tzuyu, but it didn’t take much to dissuade her either. Tzuyu was as beautiful as the full bloom in the spring, but she contained all the delicacy of one too. “Don’t worry all will be well.” That statement was just meant as encouragement for your older sister, but for you as well. Mr. Kim was intimidating and from his aloofness, you could perceive he wasn’t fond of the environment he found himself in. All he needs is to feel comfortable. I’ll help. Tzuyu and you walked around the entirety of the room twice, engaging in mild conversation before coincidentally stopping at a spot right next to the two gentlemen. It was bait, you hoped one of them would latch on. Thankfully Mr. Jeon did. “Good Evening, ladies. I hope I’m not interrupting anything am I?” The delivery was charming, as was the way his eyes glowed with excitement whenever he spoke to Tzuyu. Her small one worded reply doing little to off put him.

The conversation between the four of you was more of a three-way: Mr. Kim simply stood there staring off into the distance as if wishing to be somewhere else. He appeared bored, even annoyed at moments. “Mr. Kim, do you dance?” It was a simple question, one you hoped would involve him in the discussion. All he did was stare at you before replying, “I try to avoid it when at all possible.” You could pick up on social cues easily, but there was something telling you to poke once more. “Why is that? I find dancing to be a necessary skill in life.” Mr. Kim raised his brow as if his interest was piqued. “Why is that?” You resisted every urge to smile teasingly at him, “Dancing allows for talking without words. A way to see if one is compatible with another, or simply as a means of merriment.” There was something unknown in his eyes, swirling around in the dark pool. It frightened as much as it intrigued you. You longed to know the man more until, “I’m afraid I don’t dance Ms. Bennet.” It was curt and monotonous as if he was scolding a child. A light scoff left your lips. “Very well then, I’ll find someone who does.” With that you walked off, leaving the group behind feeling eyes piercing into your back.

You felt satisfied with your response at the situation, as you sat down between the barracks letting your feet rest for a bit. Men like Mr. Kim often needed to be shown off their high horse, even if it was only for a second. Sighing, you leaned back against the wooden frame a small smile playing on your lips as you recalled how shocked he seemed at your response. Faintly you could hear multiple people conversing around you, but none that you found interesting, so you allowed them to fade to a buzz in the back of your mind. Until you picked up on two voices that had you turning around in your seat to ensure it truly was them. Between the crevices, you could clearly see Mr. Jeon and Mr. Kim talking unaware or uncaring about who listened in. “Doesn’t have a certain charm?” Jeon asked with his bunny smile on full display, it must be a signature of his when he was joyful. His companion, however, didn’t share in his delight, “If you were to find pauperess and no civility charming.” Your jaw slacked at Kim’s response. “Come on, it's refreshing. Not to mention all the beautiful women.” Again Kim remained stoic in his response, did he always look so miserable. “The only beautiful woman here was Ms. Bennet who you seem to have taken quite a liking too.” It was difficult to tell in low lighting, but you were certain Jeon shrugged whilst letting out a small giggle. Tzuyu would be so happy. She may be incredibly shy, but anyone could tell she liked him as well. “That isn’t true. Her sister Y/n is very agreeable.” A long pause was shared between them as the nerves swelled in your chest. “Barely tolerable if you ask me.” What an ass!

The rest of the ball had proceeded as normally, though you did catch Nancy and Yeri engaging in a conversation with several officers bordering on improper. They hadn’t enjoyed being scolded, but you somehow doubted they would learn their lesson. The two of them, especially Nancy, were desperate to be out into society even if Tzuyu wasn’t married yet. Not that you could afford to wait much longer, your father wasn’t getting any younger. Once he passed the house would be returned to the landowner, regardless of his female heirs. The only way to save the estate is through marriage – a strategic one at that. Mr. Jeon represented all that and so much more to your mother, but you were glad the two seemed to like each other. That’s all one could hope for. Eventually, the night drew to a close and one by one people began to dissipate. Your parents and younger sisters preferred to travel home by carriage, Tzuyu and you walked enjoying the warm night breeze. Sensing your discontent, Tzuyu offered up some kind remarks. “Think about it this way, if he liked you that means you would have to talk to him.” A small smile tore through your chagrin expression. “That’s true. Now I won’t ever have to deal with Mr. Pompous anymore.” The two of you laughed walking hand in hand. “Still Mr. Jeon looks like a good man.” Tzuyu nodded enthusiastically, “He is? Isn’t he? He’s an amazing dancer.” You valued your sister. Despite her age and the pressures on her, she managed to fall for him not for his wealth or grace simply for his ability to dance. You pulled her tight against you, “Be sure to name your child after me. Both of them.” You teased her, before running off Tzuyu giving chase. “Then they would come out as hideous as you.” She screamed back as the two of you raced finally reaching the house, heading straight for bed.

It was several days later that you would have the misfortune of running into Mr. Kim again though due to an entirely different circumstance. Your sisters and you were heading into the main square with the purpose of buying ribbons, the other ones you owned beginning to fade. Nancy and Yeri were most excited due to the military parade. “Do you know how many handsome men there will be. One is sure to fall for me if several don’t.” Nancy rambled on and on as Yeri agreed with her every word. Tzuyu and you sharing a knowing look. “If you’re so certain drop a handkerchief and see who picks it up. All the popular maidens do in stories.” Yeri suggested causing you to let out a small chuckle, “I doubt any respectable officer would step out of the parade and risk being trampled over just to return a handkerchief to Nancy.” The three of you giggled, as Nancy pouted. “We’ll see about that. Get ready to eat your words.” With that, she strode off to where the crowds were gathered. The three of you watched as she desperately tried to draw attention to herself, then she threw the handkerchief. Minutes later she was walking back with a heavy frown as the three of you laughed at her. “Don’t worry Nancy. I’m sure you’ll be married off by the age of twenty-seven.” Yeri poked fun before all of you continue your stroll. You felt as if someone was calling out to you, it was until you felt the slight tug on your sleeve that you turned around.

“I’m sorry Miss but is this your handkerchief.” The officer, clad in fitted blue and red uniform, had pouty lips, feline eyes, and beautiful light brown hair. Alluring was the word to describe his appearance. Before you could even speak Nancy appeared before you, “Isn’t that so nice. What every would she have done without it?” The officer bowed before introducing himself, “Park. At your ladies’ service, whatever I may do for you feel free to ask.” The four of you thanked him, though Nancy’s response was the loudest. “You can accompany us to the ribbon shop if you’d like.” Yeri spoke suddenly a smirk evident. Both you and Tzuyu scolded her, while Nancy only encouraged her idea more to Officer Park. “If it wouldn’t disturb you.” He replied, staring at you. “It wouldn’t Mr. Park, but we understand you must be a busy man.” Tzuyu offered the man an escape, he didn’t seem to want to take it by what you could read from him. “I promise its no trouble at all.” There was little left to say. Park accompanied your sisters and  you across the town square, into the store. The man had even paid for your ribbons after Nancy had slyly suggested it. I swear she must say the first thing that pops into her head. After the shopping spree, the walk home had been long but not plain, as Mr. Park was a pleasing companion. “Tell me Y/n. What do you most dislike about the world?” The two of you trailed behind the group, the girls speaking incongruently about this or that. “Prideful men.” It slipped out without much thought. “That specific, huh?” Park laughed, it was a nice one. A mixture of a nice rasp and a titter. “I imagine you’ve conjured up the image of whoever fits the description?” That you had, his miserable face coming to mind.

It was the sound of hooves and neighing of horses that drew your attention, both Jeon and Kim were up ahead conversing with your siblings. Adorning Kim was his custom black suit with a muslin top – ruffle free this time. He could give Beau Brummell a run for his money. Although you doubted there would be anyway Kim elegance could go unnoticed. He hadn’t seemed to notice you, putting all his attention on Mr. Park. Giving him unscrupulous stares. The closer the two of you got to the group, the clearer the conversation became. “Y/n do you hear? Mr. Jeon is throwing a ball.” Yeri gleamed. “It’s a costume ball. He’s invited everyone in town.” Nancy gushed, looking over at Mr. Park with a suggestive gaze. Mr. Jeon who had been engaging in nonverbal communication with Tzuyu where both stared at each other until one looked away, noticed his name mentioned. “What…ah yes. You all must come. You will, won’t you?” He turned back to look at Tzuyu. The latter was biting her lip to prevent a grin from showing, “It would be our pleasure. Thank you.” Mr. Park looked quite uncomfortable probably due to Mr. Kim’s unwanted attention. “I do hope you dance this time, Mr. Kim.” Kim let his eyes glide along with your figure, before reeling his horseback and galloping away. “I do hope to see you all there. Goodbye for now.” Jeon spoke hurriedly, before racing off trying to catch up to his friend. Mr. Park was paralyzed on the spot, failing to notice his name being called. “You will attend won’t you officer?” Nancy asked. The man shook his head and smiled, “Of course. It sounds like a delightful time.”

It was the night of the ball. The invitation had been received via letter and it was dubbed buja ball, Tzuyu and you had laughed whilst Yeri and Nancy pestered you to know what it meant. If your family had spent all day preparing for the previous one, they had practically spent all week. Mother had all but banned going out, to ensure that you all looked dainty and pure as could be. “This is the perfect opportunity for all you to find a suitor. A wealthy one. God knows we need him.” A part of you was undoubtedly excited, if officer Park showed tonight then you would be able to converse more. He was a kind man, attractive, and in good standing. It was a befitting proposal; one you hoped would work out. Tzuyu spent all afternoon doing your hair, twisting and coiling it into beautiful curls adorning with pearls. “You’ll be the pearl of the ball.” She mused. You thought that was fine, for she would be the belle. All of the dresses worn were white with elegant trimmings and fastened silk ribbons. Your family looked like the picture of propriety. By the time, you had arrived the ball was already bustling. Though it painted differently to the type of environment you were accustomed to. There were less cackling and more hushed chuckles. Less clamoring and more whispering. Everyone looked to be as pretty and fragile as a doll. The bourgeoisie… You nursed the glass in your hand as you saw everyone enjoying themselves.

There was the loud rise that came with the beginning of a song as the musicians played. “May I have the next dance, Miss Y/n?” You jumped in fright before turning around to meet the mysterious man. An ornate mask covered his face but his physique was tall and lean. Knowing it would be rude to keep gawking at him, you softly placed your hand in his. “You may.” He guided you onto the dance floor and as the music swelled. It wasn’t that he was a bad dancer, but you could tell he was anxious about it. So much so that he didn’t speak at all to you focusing entirety on the steps. “I do say this is quite an elaborate dance.” You remarked, hoping he would take the hint. However, several seconds passed by and he had no intention of replying. You sighed softly, “I spoke about the dance. Now you ought to remark on the size of the room or the number of couples.” At this, you felt his interest piqued for his head tilted slightly. “I’m perfectly happy to oblige. Please advise me what you would like most to hear.” The man's voice was strangely familiar when he spoke sarcastically, it was on the tip of your tongue you simply couldn’t get it out. “That reply will do the present.” You spoke coyly. The two of you continued to dance, switching couples every so often only to return to one another. A thought struck you, “Perhaps by and by, I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones.” Once again, your partner refrained from answering. “Well, for now, we may remain silent.”

“Do you talk, as a rule, while dancing?” He spoke, voice not revealing anything. “No.” You smiled, “No, I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn. Makes all more enjoyable don’t you think, Mr. Kim?” From his slight misstep, you could tell you caught him off guard. Perhaps he was not expecting you to identify him so quickly or at all. Due to the mask, you couldn’t tell if he was pleased or upset. “Tell me, do you and your sisters very often walk to town?” What? “Yes, we often do. It’s a great opportunity to meet new people.” He didn’t seem all to pleased with your answer by the way he straightened up. So that’s what this is about. “It seems you have formed a new acquaintance then. Mr. Park is blessed with such happy manners he is sure to make friends. Whether he is capable of retaining them is less certain.” You couldn’t understand the anger in his voice or the fear that began to paralyze your stomach. Come to think of it, you had not seen Park all night. At first, you assumed it may have been due to the sheer size of attendees, now you weren’t so certain. “Pardon me, Mr. Kim but I need a breath of fresh air.” Not bothering to hear his response, you briskly walked away from the man. Trying to find the nearest exit. The door was just out of reach until you ran headfirst into a crying Yeri. “Yeri what’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Your every joyful sister looked disastrous as she clung onto you. “Nancy has run away with Mr. Park. They plan to elope. She wrote me a letter and gave it to me when we first arrived. I simply didn’t bother reading it till now. Now I can’t find her.”

Your heart began to constrict in your chest. No that can’t be…Nancy wouldn’t do that to us. “Y/n she believes they’re in love. She won’t come back until there wed and then…and then…” You shushed Yeri as you rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay. Go speak to father, I’ll go out and search for her. They couldn’t have gone far alright? We’ll get her back.” She nodded against your shoulder before wiping away her tears and trying to locate your family among the crowd. With greater determination, you broke ran out the main entrance looking around for any sign of your sister. If she went through with this it wouldn’t just ruin her life, but your entire family’s reputation. All of you would be ruined and deemed unfit for marriage. Your father’s estate would be snatched up and all of you would face poverty. “Damn it, Nancy. How could you be so selfish?!” You muttered as you took off down the murky road, not caring about the mud gathering on your dress and shoes.  It felt as if you had walked miles until your legs gave out and you crawled over to rest on a withering willow tree. The tear ducts had long dried, as had your sweat which had been soaked into the dress. Your hair was dishelmed and coming undone by the minute. If your mother saw you, she would be sure to throw a fit. If the nerves from Nancy’s situation hadn’t killed her already. You rest up against the willow tree, trying to decipher how everything had happened. Park had looked so kind and been so charming, you would’ve never expected this from a man like him. You had let him fool you so easily, he seemed the exact opposite of Kim yet proved himself to be a lot worse.

It was then that the rain started to pour as if the heavens were truly weeping or laughing at you. Condemning your family. So preoccupied with your thoughts were you that you failed to notice the appearance of Mr. Kim until he was right beside you drenched in head to toe. “Miss Y/n.” He began, causing you to jump in fright. Mr. Kim looked shaken, though it didn’t appear to be from the rain. He looked at you earnestly before speaking once again, “I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past weeks have been a torment.” Kim spoke with fervor as if he himself couldn’t understand the words coming out of his mouth. “I have fought against my better judgment, the expectations placed on me, the inferiority of your birth, my rank, circumstances and all these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.” You stepped sat up, taking tentative steps. “I-I don’t understand.” Where was this coming from? What does he mean? The frown between your brows deepened. Mr. Kim stepped forward, simultaneously you stepped back. Your back hitting the trunk of the willow tree. “I love you…most ardently.” You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. “Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.” You swallowed thickly, unprepared for what was to come next. You spoke cautiously avoiding looking into his reddened eyes, “Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.” You let the words fade. Not feeling the need to explain yourself further. “Is this your reply?” He asked. Finding it difficult to speak, you opted to nod. Trying to look anywhere but at him. Why now? Since when? Why? “Are you laughing at me?” You looked up at him in shock. “Surely you tease Miss Bennet. I couldn’t imagine a reason why –”

“For all the reasons you’ve just mentioned. To you, it may seem illogical, but what seems illogical to me is how a man I’ve only just met declares his undying love for me, after being nothing but uncivil towards me. Then he goes as far, as to propose whilst listing all the reasons I am unfit to accept such a proposal.” You ramble on, not bothering about sensibilities when it seems Mr. Kim is so strung up on his ego, he forgoes all common sense. “Were the roles reversed I am certain you would react the same.” Kim didn’t speak for a while, his head hanging low in what you believed to be a shame. Rather abruptly, however, he broke into a laugh. A maniacal one at that. “On the contrary Miss Y/n. If I were in your position, I would leap onto the opportunity to save face and your family’s reputation.” He was laughing so hard that tears strolled down his face. You were reeling thoughts raising about your head as you tried to comprehend everything. “After all, what kind of woman would you be if you didn’t? Your father is in ruins, older sister unwed, youngest sister disgraced. Why you would be lucky if your family didn’t die of shame.” You found yourself caged between the trunk and him, every time he spoke his voice grew deeper. More animalistic.  You feared for your life. “Mr. Jeon plans to propose to Tzuyu. Nancy will be found, I’m sure of it.” He laughed once more, his left hand went up to pat your head. “Jungkook won’t propose unless I allow him to. I’m in control of his inheritance and your mother won’t allow Tzuyu to marry without a pretty penny.” He smirked, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear. “Not to mention, Nancy may never be found. At least not alive.”

The fear left you paralyzed as you whimpered softly, “What have you done, Mr. Kim?” The lust in his eyes left little to the imagination. “I believe I have just proposed to you, but since it didn’t go as smooth as I would’ve desired let us try again.” Kim stepped back allowing you room to breathe. Whatever little oxygen you had regained was robbed once more, when he got down on one knee. “There is something I must tell you Miss Y/n. I have to tell you, you have bewitched me; body and soul. I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” Tears welled in your eyes as you listened to each and every word. “Well then, what’s your response?”

[khadij-al-kubra]

Imagine, if you will, FtM single dad Patton and little anxious kid Virgil. Based off of “Rockabye” (Acoustic Version) sung by The Mayries. Patton is kicked out of his house after coming out and his trashy bf dumps him after finding out Pat’s pregnant. Pat works day in and day out to support Virgil and one day, he meets Logan. Single dad Lo with little maniac energy Roman. Logan, I dunno let’s be cheesy, own a coffee shop and meets the overworked dad and it’s just Bam. Love at first coffee.

Okay, I just listened to the song and….literal tears! ~TT^TT~ I absolutely ADORE this idea! The Patton angst hurts my heart but luckily i’m good at taking angst and making fluff! So Lets take this wonderful idea of yours a step further lovely anon! [Disclaimer, long post ahead] Picture this:

Rockabye AU:

Logan was divorced from his wife Valerie because they grew apart. The union ended amicably and even though Logan got majority custody because the mom travels a lot for work (part of why their marriage didn’t work out) Roman and his mom do still have a healthy relationship even if they don’t see each other often. She and Logan actually make better friends than they ever did as husband and wife!! XD

His coffee shop is right next to a University where he substitute teaches part time to help with the bills. And his coffee shop is called the Logos Roast (because he roasts people with logic and that is the ONLY pun he will ever admit to making XD). The coffee shop is popular with students and professors, so along with the sub work he makes a fairly comfortable living.

Roman is all over the place, energetic, imaginative and on the autism spectrum (because I SAY SO) yet Logan loves him to bits!!! He encourages Roman’s imagination and love of the arts by reading him classic fairytales and myths from all different cultures and will play violin (yes he plays violin to relax because why not?) for him. It’s one of the only two things that’ll calm Roman. The other being his super soft & soothing stuffed dragon he takes everywhere. They both also share a love of astronomy, and sometimes Roman will make up stories with them.

There’s a corner of the coffee shop with chairs and bookshelves for people to read in and Roman will often be found there either coloring or reading grimms fairy tales. Logan has to take his son to work with him somedays, and it’s tough helping customers AND keeping an eye on his son.

He meets Patton one day when the stressed single dad comes in and orders a hot chocolate with a shot of espresso, whipped cream and cinnamon, holding his small six year old son on his hip. Logan is immediately smitten but notices the sadness in Patton’s soulful blue eyes, yet he still has this tired yet hopeful and bright smile. Logan says hi gently to Virgil, smiling in a way that the normally shy child actually opens up to a bit. Virgil has selective mutism (again why not? because i say so) and his Papa has been teaching him sign from a book borrowed from the library. Logan catches Virgil signing something and signs back (he took ASL in college). He gives Patton the order and writes a line of Shakespeare’s sonnet on the side. Logan also offers (with Patton’s permission and checking no allergies) Virgil a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven, his treat. Patton reads this, sees Virgil’s tiny smile,  and smiles so brightly. 

Logan is head over heels!!! He is not good with emotions. He is all books and logic and organization and keeping a modicum of control in order to support his son and keep his once chaotic life (divorce be a bitch) under control. But Patton has now become the X factor in his life and honestly, he doesn’t want to subtract him from the equation. Not this bright beautiful soul.

Patton comes to the Logos Roast at least twice a week now as a treat, especially because it’s by one of the places he works at. He and Logan start talking more and more, little by little and form a bond. Patton wont admit to himself how much he likes Logan though. Mind you, he finds Logan EXTREMELY attractive. But Patton thinks he has no time for romance and frankly has been guarding his heart like a dragon’s hoard ever since is ex abandoned him and their child. So while he’s willing to be friends with this kind and brilliant single dad (you bet your ass they bond over that and share parenting tips), he refuses to fall in love.

Virgil and Roman even get to becoming friends, which both dad’s are very happy about. Even though Roman normally has a lot of energy and doesn’t have much of a filter, Virgil and him bond over mutual love of disney. (it helped that Virgil was wearing a Winnie the Poo shirt from goodwill under a patched up oversized Jack Skellington hoodie) Six year old Roman learns to tone it down around the shy and sound sensitive anxious Virgil, because he intuitively understands what it’s like to get sensory overloads. And Virgil happily listens to Roman rant about his favorite subjects and stories he makes up. They also both like to draw together when their dads are busy. Patton is so happy and proud that his bright but shy son finally found a friend!

One day Patton comes in and he looks more tired than usual (which is saying something) and Logan can’t help but ask what’s wrong, and his tone is so sincere and gentle that Patton burst into tears. It’s been a HARD week for Patton, between balancing his jobs as a waiter at a diner by the waterline at night, working part time at an animal shelter (which he actually enjoys), and working as a janitor on weekends. He hates the diner job most of all because his boss is also horrible and leers at him, stupid hips and chest; he didn’t used to mind his body most days,it gave him Virgil after all, but he HATES being seen as a girl AND leered at, and it’s not like he can afford a binder. Patton does his best to make time for Virgil and keep him in school, or at least tame him to the public library, but he’s tired and overworked and after five years on his own he just doesn’t know what to do anymore!!! And he’s so scared that social services might take Virgil away from him if they think he’s not able to take care of his son, and Virgil is all he has left in this world, he just cant LOSE HIM!!! Patton promised Virgil the day he was born that he’d give his son the life he deserved someday but it’s so HARD! He just can’t do it alone! He just weeps.

Logan’s protective instincts kick in and he immediately tries his best to calm Patton down, even going around the counter to embrace Patton. this is the first time they’ve touched beyond hand brushes and they both just melt into each other. Logan asks his co-worker Remy to cover for him while he takes Patton around back. Remy’s been seeing their obvious chemistry for a while now and agrees happily. 

With gentle comfort and encouragements, and after talking the man through some breathing exercises, Patton finally tells Logan his whole story. By the end Logan is FURIOUS at this douchebag and Patton’s family for abandoning him and Virgil (whom he now adores) for his gender, sexuality, and child. But he also now has even greater admiration for Patton, this forlorn yet hopeful and bright as sunlight soul who’s become the object of his deepest affections, more so than anyone else in his life! (well next to his son of course)

Logan offers to help Patton. He wants to because not only has he come to care for Patton and Virgil both, but because he knows that Patton is capable of so much more in his life, of doing great things for himself and others, if he just had a little more support. Logan asks Patton to let him be his support for now, or for as long as he let’s him be. Logan emphasizes his last please with a kiss to the back of Patton’s hands. ANd as he hold them and they look into each other’s eyes, Patton see’s just how much Logan means this and means to him. He nods yes, and two days later, he and Virgil have moved in with Logan.

Patton insists on “earning his keep” by offering to cook and help keep the house clean. Since Logan is actually a pretty terrible cook, both he and Roman are actually really grateful to have Patton’s help in the kitchen. Plus, his food is HEAVENLY OH MY GOSH!! Logan offers Patton a job at the coffee shop part time as the baker, and because of this he is able to quit his diner and janitor jobs. Patton couldn’t be happier. Even Virgil seems happier and is sleeping better knowing his Papa isn’t so stressed and sad anymore. Plus it helps that they aren’t sleeping together on a mattress in a cold one floor apartment.

Overtime Logan and Patton grow closer and closer, and they get along really well with each other’s sons. Logan is a great source of calm and quiet for Virgil, and Patton actually has the energy and effervescence (as well as the patience) to keep up with Roman. They can’t help but laugh and blush however when one day they come home from work to find a messy kitchen, a battery candle lit dinner, and their two eight/nine year old sons covered in food bits waiting for them. (the boys may have gotten the idea from The Parent Trap XD)

Finally Patton and Logan officially start a relationship. Patton opens himself up again, Logan subtly yet significantly becomes better at displaying his emotions, and Logan even helps Patton through his dysphoric days. Logan always assures Patton that he sees him for the strong, kind, handsome man that he is and not as a woman. Yes, Logan is attracted to both men and women, but he fell for Patton’s soul, not his body. And Patton feels the exact same way, because okay, he admits it, he ADORES Logan! They balance each other out in way neither of them ever knew they needed. (plus their chemistry is, well, brewing quite nicely in other ways on nights when uncle Remy and his partner Dante offers to babysit the kids ;D )

When they have a holiday dinner with Logan’s family over they all get to meet the Patton and Virgil they’ve heard so much about. Turns out Logan’s got a big family since his parents are polyamorous. So he has two moms, a dad, an enby and three sibling. All of whom welcome Patton with open arms. (give my boy a better family than his birth parents goddamnit!) During dinner, Logan makes a fumbled nervous but heartfelt declaration of love for Patton, gets down on one knee, presents a ring to Patton and asks if he will give him the honor and joy of becoming his husband? Patton of course says yes.

They have a simple wedding with close friends and family on the university campus with a reception in the library. (it’s a fancy ass university and Logan pulled some strings). Patton wears a fetching suit, complete with his brand new binder that Valerie (because yes they met, logan did gush to her about him over phone calls, and became besties) gifted him. And to everyone’s slight surprise Logan decided to wear a silvery wedding dress with a midnight blue blazer over it, because screw gender constraints he wanted to look and feel elegant on his wedding day to the most beautiful man he’s ever met, and Patton is in joyful tears. and of course Virgil and Roman are the flower boy and ring bearer. 

They become husbands, Patton feels loved for who he is, Logan is the happiest he’s ever been, Roman has a new Papa and brother, Virgil has a new Dad and brother, and they all found family in each other. While Patton may have started out scared an alone, he got back more than he ever could’ve dreamed for himself and his son. Safety, family, home and love. More than that, he was finally able to keep his promise to his baby boy. For that, it was all worth it.

THE END!!! I hope you enjoy it anon and everyone because holy heck did i cry writing this but ADlsjkfa THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA!!!!

[golden-van-fleet]

Your Song

Summary: Gwilym has loved you for a long time and will continue to.

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: Hi! I needed to write about Gwilym. I’m not sure about the format? Also on mobile for this one. Enjoy!

It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside

I’m not one of those who can easily hide

Despite Gwilym being an actor, his fatal flaw was his inability to hide what was on his mind. The entire world knew how he felt about you, except for, well, you. It made his stomach turn, to see you with a man that wasn’t him, holding his hand, kissing his cheek, calling him “babe”. He hoped, wished, and prayed desperately to be that man.

I don’t have much money, but boy if I did

I’d buy a big house where we both could live

He knew you wanted a big house in the countryside. It’d been your dream for as long as either of you could remember. In fact, it was the first thing he bought with his paycheck from Bohemian Rhapsody. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream of the two of you living there like Allie and Noah in The Notebook. He didn’t want to buy your love, per se, but if he could afford what you wanted, he wanted to be able to spoil you. For only being your best friend, he treated you a hell of a lot better than that boyfriend of yours ever could. Any of them, really.

And it wasn’t lost on you. You’d lost a couple boyfriends because they felt they couldn’t compete with Gwilym, and they couldn’t. Gwilym was over the top for you and only for you. When he bought the house, you were stunned. He constantly had you over, one of the guest rooms unofficially becoming your room. You’d been by his side before the fame and the fortune, it was only fair in his eyes that you were still there after it.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show

I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one’s for you

Every performance he did as Brian May was with you in mind. Gwilym was willing to go to the ends of the earth to prove that he was worthy of your love, to prove to you that he was the one you needed. He knew, rationally, you never needed a man to be happy or to succeed. He also knew, selfishly, that he was the one for you. This was a man willing to bend over backwards for you at any given moment, knowing you would do the same.

And you can tell everybody that this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it’s done

I hope you don’t mind,

I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world

The day you met was a day he’d never forget. Your eyes piercing back into his own, a stare that sent a delicious shiver down his spine. It wasn’t a malicious stare, it was one of amusement. You were working at a local coffee shop while finishing your bachelor’s degree around the same time Gwilym began filming one of many up and coming projects. He’d come in with an agenda, a man on a mission, but when his eyes met yours, he babbled like an infant. You were so kind, you didn’t make fun of him, you smiled a little and let him compose himself.

Ever since that day, he made a point to visit you at work, seated at one of the tables in the corner as long as he could be without disturbing you, your coworkers, or the other patrons. You found it sweet, and your heart ached to get to know him.

So you did. He’d been to your apartment more times than the members of your family had over the course of the next year. It was around that year mark Gwilym realized he couldn’t live without you. It was also around the time you’d started your string of terrible boyfriends.

Gwilym couldn’t thank you enough for changing his quality of life. You breathed a life into everything that he’d never been able to find. Life by your side was beautiful. You never let him dwell on the bad, and as hard as it could be to find the good sometimes, he always tried. If not for his sake, then for yours.

I sat on the roof, and kicked off the moss

Well, a few of the verses, well they’ve got me quite cross

He had to tell you. He couldn’t say it to your face, but he couldn’t not say it to your face. He wrote letter after letter, page after page, hoping that something, anything would encapsulate his feelings about you. Late night after late night, he failed to document exactly what he wanted to say. He didn’t want to plan out what he wanted to say, but he needed it to be everything he’d had on his mind for years.

When you showed up at his door during one of those late nights, he told himself as soon as he opened the door he’d tell you. What he didn’t expect was to see you sobbing, throwing yourself at him. He caught you before you could hit the floor, catching a glimpse of you before you buried your face into his shoulder. Your eyes were puffy and swollen with tears, your face red and stained with tear tracks. It absolutely broke his heart.

“He broke up with me,” you whimpered. “Almost two years, I thought I was going to marry this man, and then suddenly I’m not good enough?”

But if only you knew how good enough you were. Gwilym saw the sun rise and set within you. You were the very center of his universe. He couldn’t tell you now, you’d just had your heart broken. He could try, in vain, to tell you how wonderful he found you and about the total joy you brought to his life, but his dark secret would have to wait a little longer.

You climbed out onto the roof outside the guest room window, the full moon hanging bright above your head. There was a gentle, almost imperceptible breeze floating through the summer night. This was your favorite part of the house. It was your hideaway, wrapped around the back of the house with a full view of the river in the background. It felt as though time stood still when you were there. You found yourself lost in the peacefulness of it all until Gwilym squeezed himself through the window frame to sit with you.

“He thought you and I had something going on on the side. I told him that you were my best friend, that you always would be, that without you there is no me. And he was jealous.” You sniffled, the tears of sadness now transformed to tears of resentment. “But maybe he had a reason to be jealous. You’re all I need in my life.”

Gwilym was nothing short of stunned. That was the first time in his life that he was utterly lost for words.

“I- I can’t be your rebound, Y/N. I’ve loved you for far too long to let myself be who builds you up for someone else to tear back down. You mean too much to me for that.” He felt a tear slip down his cheek. His heart was on the line. As much as he wanted to be with you immediately, to hold you in his arms and never let go, he couldn’t. Not right now.

“I’m not saying I want to jump from him to you. But I did a lot of thinking on the drive over here. You’ve always been there for me. You’ve been this support, this rock, and I can’t help but feel I’ve taken it for granted. And for that, I’m so sorry. I know the way you look at me when I’m not looking because I look at you the same way. I always have. And maybe I was too afraid of ruining what we had built up so beautifully. Rome wasn’t built in a day, but they were laying bricks every hour, and that’s what we did. We’re still doing it. So if you’ll let me, I’d like to keep building it, I want to know that it’s not going to go away after tonight.”

He forced himself to look at you, your eyes burning with unshed tears. It would never go away. It couldn’t.

But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song

It’s for people like you that keep it turned on

Over the course of the following months, your relationship bloomed into the blossom it was destined to be. The dark cloud that hung over Gwilym’s head had finally given way to the warm rays of the sun, and he embraced them fully. Loving you was diving head first into a pool that had no bottom. There was always a new depth to be reached, and when he thought he’d reached his capacity, there was always more.

You noticed the change, welcomed it, and encouraged it. Gwilym was finally back to the man he was when you first met. The man that you thought you were going to fall in love with. However, you’d hung that up when he brought over one of his girlfriends, unannounced, to your flat the night you were going to tell him how you felt. It crushed you, but you couldn’t tell him that. To know that now, it wouldn’t happen again, he was yours? It was heaven in and of itself.

So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do

You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

He had to ask you to marry him. He made up his mind before the two of you had even been together six months. It took half a lifetime, or so he thought, to get with you in the first place. Hell, you’d moved in together after two months together, what difference would it make?

He found himself in the same position he was years and years prior, back in that tiny coffee shop. Your eyes were focused intently on his, your smile kind and your hand relaxed in his. Gwilym was in his element, at home, alone, with you. And there, in the comfort of your shared bed, he was going to ask you to be his wife, and he couldn’t choke the words out. All he could do was present you with the ring first.

“Marry me. Please,” he added, softening what sounded like a demand.

“Easily,” you smiled, pulling his face towards yours and locking your lips into a breathless kiss. “I would marry you a million times over.”

He found himself in the same predicament when it came to your vows.

“I’m not usually one to forget what I’m saying before I say it, but you look so beautiful I can’t help myself,” he began, chuckling as he bashfully wiped away a tear. “I had this whole thing planned about how you were the one for me and I knew from the moment I met you, but even to this day you render me speechless. So forgive me if I cut this a bit short, but I’d really love to call you my wife sooner rather than later.”

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

When your daughter was born with your bright, beautiful eyes, Gwilym cried more than he ever thought he would. He was so gentle with her, so gentle with you… You couldn’t love him more if you tried.

Despite having your eyes, your daughter was Gwilym’s clone. She had her father wrapped around her tiny little finger from the first cry she let out the day she was born. Gwilym immediately switched into protective dad mode, refusing to let her go without a fight. Unless she was going to you, of course. But even that took a little convincing.

One night, about three weeks after she was born, Gwilym got up in the middle of the night to tend to her. He took the wailing newborn out of her bassinet in your bedroom to the rocking chair in what would be her nursery.

“Alright, love, it’s okay.” He’d done everything he could think of to soothe her and nothing was working, and the last thing he wanted to do was wake you. He unbuttoned the front of her onesie, placing the newborn over his heart. He’d been told to try skin to skin bonding whenever he could, and by some miracle, it calmed her down.

Gwilym didn’t realize he was humming until he started to sing lyrics to a song he didn’t realize he knew.

I hope you don't mind,

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Your song had had its share of wrong notes and tweaked lyrics. It conveyed a full spectrum of emotions, highlighting the ups and the downs that came with life and love. Your song was unique, and Gwilym was blessed to share it with you.

[sherlock-one-shots]

Just a Hug (Moriarty X Reader)

requested by anonymous

“Hello I hope you are doing good 💙 I have a requests for you. Reader has a bad day and she meets Moriarty and just asks him to let her hug him because she needs one and maybe thats the start how they (quite opposite characters) befriend/fall in love”

warnings: none

a/n: this is kind of short, sorry….

The coffee shop was packed. This was the icing on the cake of your no good, very bad, absolutely horrendous day. All you wanted was a nice hot cup of coffee and a small pastry. You had been looking forward to it all day. It was going to be the only redeeming feature that day, and now this blonde, designer purse on her arm and the scowl that said she literally didn’t care about anything else in this world, was talking to her friend that looked like her twin about the last pastry in the basket. Meaning, you weren’t going to have it.

If you weren’t enraged before, you were now.

You were more than ready for today to be over.

You needed a nap.

You needed a good cry.

You needed a hug.

The blonde ended up taking the last pastry, and the barista said there were no more, you’d have to wait thirty more minutes to get one. You waved a hand in the air, telling her to forget about it (You had a hoard of ice cream at home, you’d try that instead) and took your coffee.

You looked at the door. A group of men in business suits and sunglasses all gathered in front of the entrance, meaning it was going to be almost impossible for you to get out. Great.

You found a chair in the corner of the cafe, deicing to sit there until the crowd died down enough so you might actually be able to get through. You debated on pushing them all. You wanted to, but you didn’t want to make a scene either. That wouldn’t help anything, so you watched them, waiting for them to move and order their coffee.

“Waiting for someone?” You jumped, not expecting the smooth, low voice to come from over your shoulder.

You turned, seeing the man who spoke. He was Irish, as his accent suggested, dark hair slicked back, and he was dressed in a nice suit. He smiled at you, briefly.

You shook your head. “No, just waiting on the crowd to die down.”

He nodded, walking around the table, and gesturing to the chair across from you.

“May I have a seat?”

You knew it was dangerous to interact with strangers, but you were in a crowded coffee shop, what could go wrong?

“Of course.”

He took a  seat, putting his arms on the table in front of you and leaning forward.

It was a slightly awkward silence. You sipped your coffee a couple of times, waiting for him to start the conversation, but he never did. He only sat with you, watching the people around you, occasionally turning his gaze towards you as you took another sip of coffee. It was almost still too hot to enjoy, but you didn’t know what else to do.

Your phone going off was you saving grace, or so you thought. A text would be a nice distraction, but instead it only added to your day.

Your family was planning on coming in for the weekend, staying with you and seeing all of London’s sights. Instead, they decided they couldn’t have too many issues at home. They couldn’t afford to leave for the weekend.

You dropped your phone on the table and sighed.

“Bad news?” He asked.

“Yes, kind of.” Part of you knew you shouldn’t, but another part of you, the larger part, simple didn’t care. “I’ve had an awful day,  I made one little mistake at work and my boss yells at me like it’s the end of the world, work is hell anyway, then that happened and all my coworkers heard it and they started treating me like I had the plague, I was up to my eyelids in paperwork, none of them would help me, they just sat around the water fountain and gossiped.” You were running out of breath, and he was listening intently as you kept going. “Then this was supposed to be a nice treat for myself, but it’s crowded, someone took the last pastry that I really, really wanted and there weren’t going to be any more until half and hour later, so I said forget it because I didn’t think i was going to be here, but now I cant get out and I should have just gone ahead and bought a pastry, but now if I go get one now, it’ll take thirty minutes for me to get up there and by the time I do they’ll be gone again, and my family was supposed to come into town, I bought tickets and cleared my schedule for them.” You had no idea why you were telling a stranger all of this, but it felt great. You felt like, with every complaint, a weight was being lifted, little by little. “I even declined a date from a really cute, nice guy from work that I really, really liked, and now they’re not coming.” Towards the end of your rant, your voice got softer and he leaned in closer to be able to hear you. “And I’m telling you all this and you don’t even know my name.” You stuck a hand out over the table. “Y/f/n.”

He smiled, grabbing your hand and shaking it. “Jim.” he responded. “And it sounds like your day can only get better from here.”

“Or worse.” You mumbled. “I still have to walk home and it looks like it’s going to rain.”

“Let me call you a cab then.” He offered. “My treat, whenever you’re ready to leave.”

He smiled a little at the offer, and you weren’t going to turn it down. “Thanks.” You let out a deep breath. “It would make this nap come much faster. That’s what I need. A nap and a hug.” You voiced your needs with no intentions, yet Jim stood from the table, finding an empty space beside it, holding out his arms.

Against your better judgement, you stood and wrapped your arms around his torso as his went around your shoulders. For a moment, it felt nice and almost familiar. You fit together perfectly and you really didn’t want to let go, especially when he started swaying a little. You swore you would have fallen asleep if a pan from the back of the cafe didn’t fall, causing helf of the cafe (you included) to jump.

You released your hold on Jim and he did the same, stepping back from eachother.

“You know, you really should be careful.” He warned you. Your brows furrowed.

“Why?”

“There are pickpockets everywhere.”

A sly grin spread across his face as he handed you a waller-your wallet. You stood there, gapping at it, taking it back quickly as he chuckled and you couldn’t help a laugh yourself. He gave it back, you weren’t mad, but you checked your other pockets just to be sure.

“How did you do that?” You asked, realising nothing else was missing from your person.

“Magic.” He responded. “Let me call you that cab.” He took his phone and dialed the number. You looked down at your wallet, then looked inside it, making sure all of your cash was still there. It was, thankfully, along with a slip of paper. You took it out, seeing Jim’s name written on it, along with a phone number. You shoved it back in your wallet, trying to hide a smile.

“It’s on it’s way.” he noticed you putting the paper back in your wallet and smiled. “Call me sometime. It sounds like you’re free this weekend.”

You smiled, intrigued by him, and you nodded. “I’m sure I could pencil you in somewhere.”

~*~

[dabblinginmarvel]

I Know You

Request: could we ask for an imagine where the reader is a young superhero on team cap, who recognizes peter's voice while fighting (and peter recognizes theirs)? sort of a 'wait, i swear to god i know you'--'wait, i swear you're in my class-' with all the adults getting kinda annoyed that theyr so distracted mid-fight?

Plot: Peter stops fighting you just because he recognizes your voice in the middle of the Avengers’ Civil War.

A/N: Nothing to report, enjoy!

Warnings: Uses of foul language, you know the drill.

Word Count Total: 663

Short Imagine #245

Title: I Know You

You hadn’t originally chosen to be on Team Cap. You had wanted to stay away from the fight in the first place. This was not your fight. If anything, this was between Tony and Steve. This team wasn’t even the government’s business, but the Accords sure played a role here, too. They were the biggest problem in the first place, always dipping their fingers in places that they shouldn’t. A nuke to New York, deciding to sacrifice citizens? Fuck them, we’re rich bastards, we can afford to lose them. Hell, they ignored the Hydra infiltration of SHIELD and decided to blame those that removed the problem. It wasn’t even the government’s building.

But here they are, deciding that because a robot for safety had gone rogue (but honestly, more care could have been put into the project before anything could have been integrated even accidentally because a Mind Stone? Dude.), they felt they needed to step in and there were ten thousand ways that could go wrong.

Tony had been the first to sign on to this and you didn’t want to. It wouldn’t have been your problem if you didn’t have powers. Avengers weren’t the only ones to be targeted when things got messy – anyone with powers was going to be in trouble and if trouble started in one place, it sure as hell could spread.

But now that you were in Germany, you couldn’t hide. You were in the thick of it, now.

But something was off. There was this person in red and blue swinging around and when he spoke, his voice stirred your memory.

You got so distracted that he was able to web you up.

“Hey cutie. What do you say you try coming to the other side and fighting alongside me?”

“I have a mask. How would you even know if I’m cute or not?”

His mask’s eyes narrowed. “You sound familiar.”

“So do you.” You struggled at the webbing, but to no avail.

“I swear to god, I know you.” He crouched in front of you as you struggled.

“Right now, all I want to know is how to get out of this crap.”

“I swear, you’re in my class.”

You stopped moving and looked at his mask’s eyes again. “Did you just give me a clue as to your identity?”

“Did I? Oops, I guess now you have to give me one to yours.”

Before you could say anything, Steve said over your coms, “Are you going to lay there all day catching up with your new friend or use your powers and come help your team?”

You hadn’t figured out to use your air abilities to help you out of this, but it was worth a shot. You hit Spider-Man first, then used the air to dry out your bonds, then break them.

“Sorry, Cap. I’m on it.” You hopped up.

Your feet got roped and you fell face-first. “Son of a bitch.”

Tony flew over the two of you on his way to Wanda. “Are you two done flirting, yet?”

Spider-Man offered his hand to you. “I will find out who you are.”

You took his hand and stood up, drying the strands around your ankles, pulling your feet free. “I hope not. I’ll kick your ass for that last trick if I find you.”

He chuckled, then swung off.

You were going to do your best to avoid this guy when you found him. If you got out of this, of course. Maybe you should have taken his advice, just to stay out of the government’s crosshairs, but you couldn’t turn on your team. You wouldn’t let your team sink. That wasn’t you.

Who you were was someone who took the chance to blow Spider-Man off his balance, though, as you sent a gust his way to keep him away from Scott. The kid in red shook a fist at you and you blew him a kiss before hurrying off toward Wanda.

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