#not be akward and be able to carry a conversation

[jam-every-other-day]

That moment when you realize you can't make people like you by bending over backwards to help them and some people are just not going to click with you regardless of how much you do for them

[dumb-dotcom]

Scary movies | p.p

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Some sudden changes make Peter afraid that he might've done something wrong, which pushes you to finally confess to your best friend

word count: 1k

a/n: this was part of someones writting challenge but I don't remember their username, still I hope you like it.

"so... Do you like scary movies?"

He said trying to drawn the akward but much needed silence with smalltalk after walking a considerable distance from the party I attended to, the music that came from the house that I just got out from some minutes ago was still audible and it amazed me the fact that noone called the cops yet. I looked at him, the dim light from the streetlight highlighted his features almost perfectly, his hair fighting against all of the products that he used to make it stay in place and his eyes that could be easily confused with hazelnuts, filled with sweetness.

"You should know by now." I tried to clean my face laughing off his awful attempt to start a conversation, if I had to be honest the night didn't went like I wanted it to be but it wasn't the worst either.

A broad smile was instantly placed on his face, any person who passed by us would notice it, I noticed it. The oversized orange bodysuit that I was wearing was now a bit stained with a drink from another girl and some long forgotten tears.

Everything felt peaceful now that I was besides him, like I used to when we were kids and I got in trouble so I 'ran out', small feet running through the hallway from our apartment to his, where I would nock and just seconds after his aunt opened the door I would ran to his room, seeking the comfort of his presence

I curled up into his arms, and felt his warmth on this October midnight, maybe spending my night at his house watching movies and drinking coffee like every other year was a better plan, and yes! Maybe I made a decision out of pure impulse and curiousity, but how could someone blame me when everybody at the school hallway talked about the huge Halloween parties that Flash threw and even more after for the first time a cute guy invited me to go out.

The curiousity part is almost unnecessary to explain, but the one thing that fuelled my impulsivity this time was the same reason why I did every other stupid thing that pushed me farther and farther from the inevitable truth for the last year or so, and it was trying to get my mind out of Peter Parker, ever since he told Ned and I about his feelings for Liz everything got so awkward, especially since Ned and Mj noticed my obvious feelings towards Parker, but he was oblivious to them, I finally started to move on a month after she left school because of the "incident", or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. See, love isn't how everyone (included some TV shows and absurd movies) says, it isn't always pink and beautiful, like, when the girl from the funny 90's romecom meets this guy at the school hallway and everything tells them that they are ment for eachother, no, sometimes it feels like an annoying thing that you carry around which drains you because, you are obviously in love with a guy that will never feel the same for you because he is one of your best friends and you just want what's best for him, even if it isn't you.

Now, after fighting with my friends because 'traditions are important' but so is opening up to new things, and being humiliated Infront of a large part of the school population I was walking to May's car, which was some blocks down the street so we could finally go and see some Halloween themed movies, with them.

"Y/n, can I ask you something? But you have to be really honest" he played with the hem of his sweater.

I didn't have to see it to know it, that is one of the many things he did when he was nervous and his voice tone gave it away.

"You already did" I passed a hand through my really messy y/h/c hair "but go ahead".

Our steps were slow, not wanting to get with May and Ned yet, so when he suddenly stopped walking I didn't immediately noticed, his stance suddenly changed from nervous to really serious which wasn't a good sign.

"What happened to you?" His hand reached out to mine.

"Isn't it obvious Pet-" I rolled my eyes ready to explain again the events of the party.

How everyone danced to the loud music, wearing their elaborated costumes, then someone pushing me to the sudden realization that the music had stopped and everyone was looking at me, and some girl yelled at me about the guy that had invited me to the party, a drink being thrown at me, someone holding back the girl and me running to the bathroom ready to call Ned.

"I'm not talking about today." He shook his head a bit, it was almost unnoticeable "I'm talking in general, you've seem off, distancing yourself and rambling about trying out new things"

He seemed melancholic and I didn't noticed when his hand left mine just feeling the coldness of his absence, I started to worry, I didn't mean to upset him and I also didn't know what to say.

"Is it that you don't want to be my friend anymore?" He finally said.

His words felt like a heavy stone that someone left to fall on top of me and crush me, it was working. I just wanted to go back in time and change everything, since the time that I decided to go and sit with the good looking guy that suddenly started to talk with me or the time that I wasn't able to go to Ned's birthday party because some girls persuaded me to go out with them.

"N-no! No, no, no, no... Pete I would never want to stop being your friend." I took both of his hands and we made eye contact "the truth is..."

"Yeah?" He was full with curiousity and some new shine in his eyes that I've never seen before made presence.

" T-that, that I like you!" I stumbled trough my words because fighting with your brain and your heart can sometimes blur out the message that you want to send.

Peter's mouth was agape and the shine was still there, but brighter, he took me between his arms into a warm hug filled with love.

"I like you two!! I've liked you for a while now and I was so scared at the thought of you leaving." He whisper near my ear.

"I don't ever want to leave you" I said with a dumb smile on my face.

I stepped back with my face lighted up and took his hand starting to walk, I didn't want him to look at me and how my cheeks where suddenly hot.

"Yes, I like scary movies" I said refering to the old topic which I got a laugh as response.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Stay With Me (Pt. 04 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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I want to thank my awesome friend @jodiereedus22 , who helped me (and still does) a lot to get this story done. She's also a writer and she's amazing so please go check her work!!

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Running Away

Twenty-one days. That's how long you've been in Alexandria. The days have fallen into a routine, slow, and filled with care. Daryl has been sleeping with you, and in the mornings you have your breakfast on the porch when it's sunny. Then, Carol helps you take a bath, changes the dressings of your wounds, and you're back in bed. You're speaking more with Carol, what makes her happy, you think. The wounds are still a problem. It still hurts a lot, but not as bad as before. And you're starting to get tired of staying in bed all day.

So today, after having your dressings changed and when Carol leaves, you stand up, eyes tightly closed to hold back the pain. Using the nightstand to support some of your weight, you move to the wall, using it to help you limp towards the door.

“Huh?” You hear a mumble.

“You're... Clean?” Carol asks, and you wonder what that's about. “You're clean.”

“I showered. What's the big deal?”

“Yes, you did... You showered yesterday too. And the day before...” As you reach the door frame, you try to understand what's this odd conversation between the two of them. “Actually, you've been showering daily for quite a while now. I wonder why–” She stops talking when you step outside, her eyes finding you.

Immediately, Daryl turns around, making his way over you. His eyes run through your body and you don't quite understand why he's cheeks are getting red. “What are ya doin’ up?” The moment he's close enough, you let go of the wall and hold on to him instead.

But Daryl acts weird, as if he didn't want to touch you. It makes you feel akward since you grew used to his touch. “What?” You ask, pulling away just enough to look down at your body, trying to see if there's anything in you that might have caused this reaction.

“Where are the rest of yer clothes?” He asks, trying to push you back into the room.

“This is what I usually wear.” Shrugging your shoulders, you take in the tank top and one of the lycra shorts Carol got you. It reaches about two inches above your wound, which means it barely covers your thighs. It never bothered you. Well, only when it's cold. “What's wrong with it?”

“Nothin’, nothin’.” He gives Carol an odd look before holding you again, his hands barely touching your sides. “Let's get ya back to bed.”

“No. I wanna go downstairs. I'm tired of being in the room.” You beg him, trying to resist as he pushes you back. “Please?”

“Put on somethin’ to cover up yer... Yer body. In case someone comes in.”

“I'll grab the blanket.” When you're about to move to get it, Daryl's moves first, taking the blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders, closing it on the front. He then picks you up, as he usually does to move you around, carrying you downstairs and carefully laying you down on the couch.

You quickly move into a sitting position as he settles down beside you. “Ya want anythin’?”

“I'm thirsty.” You don't want to keep asking people to get things. You want to go there and get them yourself.

“I'll get you some water,” Carol answers before Daryl can stand up.

She soon comes with your glass, and you drink half of it before handing over to Daryl, who puts it on the coffee table. Then, you move the blanket around, so it won't be a barrier as you lean on Daryl. But he flinches, seemingly uncomfortable. The way he moves away hurts you a little, and you sit up straight again, looking at him. “What is it, Daryl?” You ask, suddenly feeling odd, pulling the blanket so it'll cover your shoulders. “I just took a bath, I'm not dirty.” Your mind tries to find any other reason for Daryl to act like this.

“I know. Ya smell good, I jus’...” He moves a little, clearly nervous. “Yer using next to nothin’ and I don't wanna make ya feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm not feeling uncomfortable.” Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to understand what's the difference. You've been using this style of clothing since you got here. Denise told you not to wear anything that might squeeze the wound on your thigh, and Daryl has been sleeping on the same bed as you. Why is it different now? Then it clicks. He never really knew what was under the blankets you always have around you in bed. But you don't feel uncomfortable, not around Daryl. “I'm fine, truly.”

“Are ya?” He looks down at you after avoiding your gaze for a while. You wonder why he seems so embarrassed.

“Yeah.” Muttering, you give a quick glance at the kitchen, to make sure Carol isn't looking. Sometimes, she stands there, as if studying your interactions with Daryl, you're not sure why. You have the suspicion that she's actually studying his interaction with you. But she's not on your sight, probably at the sink or at the countertop making lunch. Turning your gaze at Daryl, you shrug your shoulders. “Can I?”

He breathes in deeply, and you see something snap in his eyes, like he's giving up trying to fight something. “C'mere, babygirl.”

You can't control the smile that comes to your lips as you lean on him again, carefully moving your legs up to the couch. “Daryl?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you call me babygirl?” You decide to ask, not because you don't like it, just because you really want to know.

He moves a little, restless again. There are a lot of things you still don't understand about Daryl, but you try to. “ ‘Cause yer young. And a girl.”

Doesn't make much sense, and it sounds like he just said the most obvious thing. “I'm not that young, Dixon.” It's weird how, all of a sudden, you don't want Daryl to see you as a kid. He does have to look after you, but it's just because your body is still broken... But you're getting better every day, and soon enough you'll be able to function like a normal person.

“Yer young compared to me.”

“You're not that old.”

“I am compared to ya.” He speaks fast as if he wants to shake this thought away.

Of the many things that have gone through your head since you spotted Daryl's blue eyes among the dead, age wasn't one of them. It's not like you haven't noticed the man is some, well, several years older than you, probably around two decades, but it was never important. You never thought this matter deserved attention. It doesn't change anything. “Uhm...” You mumble, an arm moving to hug his midsection.

“Shouldn't call ya that anyway.” He mutters, his chest vibrating under your head.

“I like it. I really do.” Daryl only calls you that when nobody else is around. When Carol or Denise are here, he always uses your name. And you like it. It's like a private thing, a secret.

Daryl only grunts in response, which makes you giggle. You both fall into a comfortable silence until Carol comes to the living room, sitting on the coffee and getting your attention.

“(Y/N), Maggie and Glenn got back from a run yesterday. They brought a wheelchair and I was thinking that maybe you could use it to take a tour around the neighborhood.” She says, glancing at Daryl and then at you. Walking it's still hard for your leg, and Denise still doesn't think you should try to. The stitches ripped twice after the first incident, and you're being extra careful now.

“I don't know.” The thought of going out there, where people will see you... You haven't stopped to think about it. Actually, you've been more comfortable with being inside the house.

“I'll be with ya. If ya feel like yer ready for it.” Daryl says, and it gives you just a little bit of courage.

“Do you think I should?”

“The group wants to meet you.” Carol answers. “They're curious about the girl Daryl cuddles with.” Her comment makes Daryl swift in his seat again, letting out a displeased grunt. “You will like them when you give it a chance. There's also Judith. That one will steal your heart in half a second.”

“Who's Judith?” You ask her.

“Rick's daughter,” Daryl says. “Lil’ Ass Kicker, three years of drivin’ Rick insane.”

“You have kids here?” You haven't seen kids since the world broke. Part of you thought it was better that way. Bringing a kid into the world as it is now is crazy. But here... Alexandria seems like a safe place. It seems like a good place to be if you want kids.

“A few, yes.” Carol states. “So? Can I have Maggie bring the wheelchair?”

Lifting your head a little, you give Daryl a glance. “It's yer call to make. Ya wanna go or not?”

“Only if I can meet Judith.”

“Alright then.” Carol stands up, clearly happy. “I'll get the chair and you put some clothes on because if you go out like that Daryl will certainly have a heart attack.”

“I would never go out like that.” You mutter, wondering what's the big deal with your clothes.

So you put on these loose sweatpants and a long-sleeved light blue shirt since the wind coming from your window is a bit cold. You're anxious when Daryl puts you in the chair, already outside. You can't help but look at the sides, suddenly aware of every human being here who's not Daryl.

“Ready?” He asks, and you almost say no. But you force yourself to nod, and he starts pushing the wheelchair.

You're shaking a little, hands clenched into fists. Maybe this was a bad idea, and everything you want is to get back to your bedroom, where nobody knows about your existence, where there's just you and Daryl and nothing else. People have been hurting you for too long, you don't think you can deal with them anymore.

“Ya ok down there?” Daryl's voice snaps you out, and you nod again. “Let's meet Maggie. She's the one who found ya this chair.” Daryl takes you near the walls that surround the city, tall and constantly under watch. He calls and the woman some feet away turns around. She's been talking to a small group of people, who also turn to look at you.

“Daryl.” She greets, leaving the others and walking over you. “And I believe this is (Y/N). I'm Maggie.” She reaches out her hand and you freeze, just looking at it. This is ridiculous. You shouldn't be out here. “Oh, it's alright.” Maggie retrieves her hand, giving you a small smile. “I've heard you've been through some tough times. I just hope you'll feel better now that you're here.”

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you nod, trying to force some words out. “T-thanks for the chair.” You push out, hoping it'll be enough.

“No need to thank me. I just thought it would help you start getting to know the community.”

“Maggie!” Someone calls, and she turns on her heels to check it out.

“That one over there, in the blue T-shirt is Gleen, my husband.” She says. “Nice guy, judging by the fact I'm married to him.” She looks at you again. “Well, I gotta go. I hope this is not the last time I'll see you, (Y/N). Have a nice day.” With that, she waves and goes back to where she was as Daryl pushes you away, taking a different turn.

“She's nice.” You tell Daryl when you're far enough not to be heard.

“She is. You'll like her if ya give her the chance.”

You mutter in response, bouncing your leg a little. This place is amazing. Beautiful. It reminds you of simpler times when the dead used to remain that way. But the wall around you is a constant reminder of the dangers that must be kept outside.

Daryl introduces you to some people. You're happy you managed to say ‘hi’ and shake some hands, despite flinching away from their touch too quickly. He's very patient, pushing your around the town, using the least crowded streets. But half an hour later you're getting too restless, excited to go back home.

“I think I want to go back now.” You say when you see two people walking your way.

“What about Judith?”

“Oh...” You completely forgot about her. “Can we go now? Then back home.”

“Judith is Rick's daughter. Which means he'll probably be there.” Daryl warns you, changing direction. “Ya think ya can handle that?”

“Then we should just go back home.” You suddenly don't want to do it anymore. It's way too much for today.

“Listen.” Daryl stops, walking around the chair and crouching before you. “Ya trust me, don't ya?”

“I thought we reached this point where you don't have to ask me that because you know the answer.” Of course you trust Daryl. You'd put your life in his hands without thinking twice. You've already done that, actually.

“I know Rick reminds ya of one of those assholes, but he ain't like them. He's been with us for years. I trust him and so can ya.” One of his hands comes to touch your knee, and it makes you relax a little. “But I'll take ya back if that's what ya need. Not gonna push ya.”

Taking a deep breath, you nod, looking down. “Can't you... Can't you bring her to the house?” You're not ready, not yet. “I'd feel better there. Even if–Even if I have to meet this Rick.”

“Of course, baby–” Daryl clears his throat, shaking his head.

What's wrong with him today? “Babygirl.” You decide to finish it for him, reaching out your hand to touch his face. But Daryl stands up abruptly the moment your fingers connect with his cheek.

“Let's go.” He's soon moving you again, not saying anything else.

It takes five minutes or so until you're back home, feeling relieved to have these walls around you again. Daryl leaves you in the living room with Carol as he goes to get Judith. He takes a while, but you hear Judith before Daryl swings the door open.

“See that lady over there?” He says to the beautiful toddler in his arms. It's such a sight, seeing Daryl holding Judith. “She's dying to meet ya.” As he speaks, Judith's eyes find you and she smiles.

“Hi!” She mumbles, waving a tiny hand at you.

You didn't think you'd ever see a kid again. “Hi, Judith.” Daryl brings her to the couch, putting her down beside you. “How are you, little ass-kicker?”

“You goin to play with me?” She happily asks, reaching out her hand, which you hold, giving a little shake.

“Sure.” You can't help but smile. A smile that doesn't fades. This child is the exact opposite of everything you suffered. She's innocent, kind, and pure. “There's nothing here to play with.”

“Rick's bringin’ some–” He's cut off by a knock on the door. “That's him. ‘M gonna let him come in, is that alright?”

Holding your breath, you nod. As Daryl goes to open the door, you keep looking at Judith, the smile disappearing. “(Y/N),” Daryl calls as you see the two men moving to the living room. “This is Rick, Judith's father.”

“Hi, daddy,” Judith exclaims.

Slowly, you raise your eyes, sinking a little into the couch, as if it could put more distance between you and that man. “Hi.” You whisper, not sure if he can hear you, so you say it again. “H-hi. I'm (Y/N).”

“It's nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Rick says, exchanging a glance with Daryl. “I brought these blocks Judith likes.” He slowly steps forward, and you finally notice the box he's holding. He leaves it on the couch between you and his daughter before stepping back. “And I want to apologize for our first meeting. I didn't know... Well, I'm sorry.”

“It's ok.” The words are still getting caught in your throat. Rick does look like that man, but he isn't him. The beard is pretty much the same, but the eyes are different. More kind. But then again, some of them did seemed to be kind in the beginning. It didn't last long though.

Judith opens the box and starts taking all the colorful blocks out, throwing the empty box on the floor.

It's a weird feeling to do this. Playing with a kid, building houses and castles, imagining people living in them. The rest of the world goes away for a while, and you're surprised by the smiles that keep finding their way to your lips. Every time Judith says or does something, you can't help but be mesmerized. It makes you think that maybe, just maybe, sometime from now, you could have a kid of your own. You always wanted to be a mother, before the world came crashing down, but you haven't given it much thought about it after. It was useless anyway. There wasn't a place like this, safe, where you could fancy such possibilities...

Your eyes suddenly find Daryl, seated on the kitchen table talking to Rick. In the back of your mind, you wonder if Daryl ever thought about having kids too. He does seem to like Judith, and she likes him too. Like he's being called, he looks straight at you, and you sustain his stare for a while before Judith claims your attention.

Shaking your head lightly to push these thoughts away, something else comes. The way Daryl suddenly started acting weird. Earlier today on the couch, and when you touched his face. It doesn't matter how hard you try to understand him, you can't. You need to talk to him, to ask what's wrong.

Judith stays with you all day, only to be taken by her brother Carl when the night has already fallen. So you have dinner before going back upstairs, fixing the blankets around you, and waiting for Daryl. But after an hour, you wonder if he'll even come.

So you push all the blankets away, ignoring the cold that quickly creeps over your skin. By the time you reach the hall, you realize you don't know where Daryl's room is. Why didn't he come? He always does, you don't have to ask. Did he forget you? Is he mad or something? Using the walls to help you walk, you move down the hall, a low groan leaving your lips when a sharp pain spreads through your torso.

“What are ya doin’?” His voice comes from behind, so you stop, leaning against the wall. Daryl reaches you a couple of seconds later, and you're quick to notice how he holds both your arms, keeping a distance in between you. “Come. I'll help ya get back.”

“I'm alright.” You mutter as he easily picks you up again, carrying you back to bed.

“Ya still need to be careful.” He simply says, standing back up once you're comfortably lying down.

“Daryl, I need to talk to you.” Sitting back up, you decide to just say it, put the cards on the table.

“Ya need anythin’? I can get ya–”

“No, I... I just need to understand what's going on.” You didn't want to interrupt him, but you get the feeling he's trying to run from the conversation. “From this morning you've been acting weird, like... Like you're suddenly trying to avoid me...”

“Ain't tryin’ to avoid ya.” He shifts his weight from one leg to another, looking down.

“Yes, you are. Don't you...” Running a hand through your hair, you try to come up with the right words to describe something you don't know how to. “Don't you like it when I touch you? Don't you–”

“I'm goin’ on a run with Rick.” He bursts out, not allowing you to finish. “I'll be leavin’ tomorrow mornin’ an’ it'll take four or five days.”

He sounds mad, angry even... He told you he usually goes on runs, but he hasn't left since you got here. You never thought about this, having to deal with Daryl being... Somewhere else. “Daryl, why–”

“I gotta get my stuff ready.” He then turns around and walks away. “Have a good night.”

And he's gone. He's gone and the tears immediately start rolling down. You're lost, disoriented. A different pain makes pressure in your chest, crushing you, pushing you back into the bed. Something happened. You must have done something, even though you don't know what it was. Covering your mouth with one hand to hold the sobs that come, you wonder how are you supposed to do this.

How are you supposed to endure the night? How are you supposed to be without him? You're not ready yet. What if he doesn't come back? What if he gets hurt? What if he got tired of taking care of you day after day? What if he doesn't want you? Your touch, your hugs, you.

He's tired of you. This fragile, broken thing you are. He saved you, yes, but it doesn't mean he cares for you. Maybe you misread things, and your feelings blinded you. And maybe he doesn't feel anything for you. Only pity.

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[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

kids au? or better human au? I do not know, but the allies and the axis are reunited with their first love s / o. To which they never managed to confess what they felt and S / o is better than they remembered. Some headcanons of the school time in the past and of the reunion of both.

This is a Hallmark AU (Hallmark is an American channel that has the most romantic, but cheesiest and slightly annoying romance movies. I'm talking like, that one miscommunication that messes up the almost official relationship, despite both the man and woman finally getting along after they tried to dislike each other even though it was painfully obvious they liked each other). But yeah, this would be a Human AU lol.

Allies an Axis reconnect with S/O!

Allies:

America:

His heart and body stopped dead on the college campus.

Standing in front of him was S/O. Someone he hasn't seen in years.

They had moved away the day he was going to admit his feelings to them.

He remembers the times they ran across the road they lived in, and played underneath a tree in the field.

He remembered the one time they cut open their knee, and he had to carry them back home. Even though they could still walk, he wanted to be their hero.

Time skip back to the present, they were back!

He ran to them full speed, and hugged them, telling them how much they missed them, and how much he loved them.

"Alfred? Alfie!?"

He sputtered as he realized what he had admitted too, and hearing the childhood nickname brought blush to his face.

His S/O smiled and pulled him in, repeating his vows of affection.

England:

He scoffed at the group of people who were being a bit too rowdy in the town library.

He eventually had enough and was about to ask them to tone it down when he caught sight of a familiar face.

His S/O was standing in a group of their friends. Their happy aura making them twice as lovely as they were the day the had to go back to their hometown. Supposedly to help an old friend.

It seemed that even back then they spent most of their time reading the worst rated books to each other.

Joining all the little craft fairs the librarians held at the establishment. He still has the bracelet S/O made him.

He had to swallow the lump in his throat. Eyes eventually locking.

S/O had excused themselves from their group, and immediately ran to him, hesitating to hug him.

Arthur stopped them from doing so, and for some reason did the most cheesiest thing. He kissed the knuckles to their hand. No turning back now.

He complimented them, saying they looked just as beautiful they day he wanted to admit his feelings to them.

He was lucky they felt the same.

France:

He spent his whole college career trying to make it into the modeling industry.

He had books and books of clothing designs to submit, but all had failed. And he was left working as a barista in some shady coffee shop.

He sighed as he heard the bell ding, a new customer who would probably complain about the mucky drinks.

But as he turned he was immediately taken back to the day his S/O first moved to town.

They lived across the street from him, and his S/O had turned around seeing him standing on the sidewalk, getting the mail.

They had both shyly waved to each other, and for a few days Francis left them small gifts, too shy to talk to them face to face, and never able to tell them his feelings.

But now, they're standing in front of him.

They hadn't recognized them, but he was so lost in thought the only thing he could manage was to wave at them

That waved must have rang a bell Because his S/O went "Wait- Are you the kid from across the street? The one who left me like, a pink paper airplane on my porch?"

His face went 50 shades of red as he started spitting out excuses and apologies.

After taking his order, he noticed they left their receipt behind. And a cell number.

China:

Balance. Focus. Deep breathing.

All things Yào had for his martial arts training in the park. He was working on his Tai chi when some stranger's dog had ran under his legs, knocking him over.

All he could hear was someone apologizing, finally getting control of their dog.

He shot up to yell at the stranger but something stopped him.

The stranger looked painfully familiar, so once introductions were made, it dawned on him.

It was S/O. The two of them use to hide away from the other kids in grade school. He was the only asian in their class so he got picked on by everyone but S/O.

They had found an abandoned shack in the woods and they cleaned it up, making it their own. A base to go to when they were troubled.

Yào cracked a smile at them, and teased them about how he use to have a crush on them, a way to see how they felt.

He couldn't stop the blush that came with S/O admitting to crushing back at him.

Russia:

He had met his S/O in his second year of College. It was unexpected.

They had came into the school year almost half way through so they seemed extremely lost.

Knowing how akward and hard it was to be in that situation he built up the courage to try and talk to them.

"E-excuse me. Do you need the- to be- shown round school?"

His broken english wasn't as bad as it once was, but his nerves caught up to him. Even hearing S/O laugh made his heart flutter.

He was surprised when it wasn't at him, and when they said yes- his stomach was doing backflips.

That was then, this is now. He had to go back to Russia, and they had said their goodbyes, thinking they'd never see each other again.

But after a year or so he decided to move back to America. Back to the town that gave him so much.

He'd be lying if he wasn't hoping to meet his S/O and maybe, just maybe, admit to what he felt.

He already knew S/O wanted to work at a certain place in town, so when he got the chance he went straight there.

To his sadness though, they weren't there. Nor did they ever work there.

Passing by the campus he was surprised at what he saw.

They were still in college?

Turns out a few class credits from high school didn't take, so they were slowly working on earning them back.

But the reunion was a welcomed one. Both had run into each other's arms at the sight. Ivan immediately showing confidence and asking if they were dating anyone.

"No, why?"

"Well, now you can be dating! Me, da?"

The smile his S/O was all he needed for a yes.

Axis:

Germany:

His college days were long behind him, including his dating days.

They were on his mind often, and even though he never told S/O how he felt, in his heart the time they spent together was all he needed to satisfy him.

That was until one day someone called his construction company to help get a roof fixed.

There was something about their voice that sent an odd, familiar sensation down his spine.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he went to the site himself.

The person who opened the door was S/O

The same person who helped him bring Feli to the nurse's office when he was "accidentally" pushed down some stairs.

They helped Luddy calm his anger and nerves over the days Feli had to recover from a fractured ankle and a broken finger.

Now he stood at the door, just as pleasantly stunned as S/O.

They hit it off like they weren't apart the last 5 years.

Japan:

His heart sank the day his parents were rejected the ability to go to America.

The day they were supposed to fly in, was the day someone in an office lost track of some documents. Preventing them from even getting a green light to even go.

Even with the sad news, it wasn't going to stop him. He made all the calls he could, and decided to take a break after two hours.

Walking through town he soon spotted someone working outside at a cafe.

It was an old friend of his. It was S/O.

He wasn't planning on eating just yet, but he had to know for sure if it was them.

Years ago they had ran into him, more literally than metaphorically, and since then they would hang out when they could.

One specific memory was during high school, and they decided to play tennis. He couldn't help but laugh as his S/O got the ball stuck in the fencing more than once.

Sitting down, he waited for someone to take his orders.

To his surprise his waiter was S/O, who recognized him off the bat.

Deciding to take their break early, they got them and Kiku their desired food, and chatted.

Before going back in the clock, Kiku had asked them when they could talk next.

His S/O gave a day and address, and said "So it's a date then?"

Kiku could do nothing but blush and nod, maybe a bit more agressively than he wanted too.

Italy:

Deep breaths. One step at a time, he tells himself. The very first day of middle school.

He was always a really shy kid, especially at school.

He can be a bit loud at times but he's really a gentle soul with a heart of gold

Sometimes, even in your own country, that can get you looked down upon. Sometimes it just takes someone from the outside to remember there's more on the horizon.

He first met his S/O (a transfer student for the next couple years) the first day school started. He was already too nervous, but his S/O saw the amount of alone time he has, minus his brother being near by, and decided to try and make friends.

The conversation went okay, the language barrier being a slight set back, but the more they hung out, the easier both of their languages became. By the time his S/O left, they were pretty fluent and Bilingual.

It's been almost years since then, but he spotted his S/I, ironically, the first day of College.

They were unmistakable from their signature laugh, and Feli had gained a lot of courage talking to people since he met them.

Tapping them on their shoulder, an odd wave of giddiness filled him. What he once thought was happiness from having a friend, he now recognizes as love.

It took him a few weeks, but he eventually asked them out, and the beating in his chest filled his ears as they said yes.

Thank you so much to the Anon who spotted the fact Italy was forgotten! Thank you~!

[youbloodymadgenius]

Stuck with you (Modern!Ivar x reader)

wA/N: This is for @lisinfleur‘s Quarantine Challenge. Thanks love 💖

I’ve been very inactive lately, my mind filled with worries... Stuck with you is not my best work, but at least I’ve been able to write again. Writing sex is not my strong suit. Sorry.

the gif belongs to @honestsycrets​ 🌻

@inforapound 🌺💐🌺 Thanks my friend ❤️

Summary: Your roommate swearing and screaming at the top of his lungs, you end up coming out of your room and going to see him. What happens next is... out of control.

Warnings: explicit sex; swear words; no plot AT ALL.

Words: 2745

"FUUUUUCK!!!"

Exasperated,you roll your eyes before immersing yourself again in the captivating historical novel you're reading. 

Less than five seconds later, your attention is drawn away by a heavy thud – no doubt some kind of object crashing into the wall – shortly followed afterwards by another loud "FUUUUUUCK!"

Sighing deeply, you place a bookmark between the pages of your book, put it on the night table and eventually get out of bed, checking the time on your clock.

7:45am. Certainly too early for you to silently tolerate your rommate's screams.

Crossing hastily the room dressed in nothing but your panties and a long t-shirt, you take in a big gasp of air before opening the door.  

"FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!"

Your hand still on the doorknob, the door ajar, his scream this time causes you to jerk. 

Reaching the living room, the first thing you notice is the remote control, or maybe it's a phone you're not sure, on the floor, shattered into a thousand pieces. The next one is that Ivar is screaming again. "FUUUUUCK!! I JUST CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"

You then spot him, sitting on the couch in gray sweatpants and a withe t-shirt. Furrowed brows, clenched jaw, tensed features… If you still had any doubts, you don't have any now. He's angry. Very angry. 

Taking two cautious steps forward, you know better than to get too close to him, so that you can avoid any unexpected flying objects. Hands on your hips, the strong breath you release gets his attention. "FUCK Y/N!"

Knowing his outburst isn't actually directed at you, you keep calm, speaking softly. "What's wrong, Ivar?"

"WHAT'S WRONG?? YOU'RE FUCKING ASKING ME WHAT'S WRONG, Y/N?? I'M SURE YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT'S WRONG! FUCK!!!" He spits at you, his hands waving all over the place, and you can physically feel his wrath. You’ve never seen him like that. Of course, Ivar is often quick-tempered, but that… that is something else, and it's quite unsettling.

Still, you force yourself to stay calm, inhaling deeply before answering, your voice gentle. 

"No Ivar, I don't." 

You're not exactly lying. Of course, you have some idea, but you can't be sure. The truth is, you two barely know each other. If you've been living under the same roof for almost six months, it's not really by choice. You were desesperate to find a room and Ivar was looking for a roommate. Or more specifically, Ivar had to find a roommate. He lived alone for two years, but after a nasty fall that put him back in a wheelchair for weeks, his overprotective mother decided it was her job to interfere. The deal was this: find a roommate or come back home. When you met them – yes, his mother was there, after all, she owned the apartment – your conversation sounded weirdly like a job interview. After two hours and a lot of nosy questions from Aslaug, you got the job, huh sorry, the room, the fact that you're a nursing student surely helpful. 

And frankly, living here turned out not so bad.

The huge apartment is perfectly equipped, its furnitures luxurious, the fridge always full, thanks to  Ivar's mother, and your room probably bigger than your parents' house. Ivar is certainly not the most congenial person but he's mostly never around. Between his doctoral thesis and his unofficial involvement in the family corporation, he leaves most of the time at dawn and doesn't return until late at night, except on days when his legs hurt too much. On those days, he usually locks himself in his room. The few times you run into him in the apartment, he barely acknowledges your presence, doesn't really talk to you – you're well aware that he'd prefer to live alone – yet he's never directly hostile. 

Plus, you would be lying saying he's unattractive. Truth be told, Ivar is a sight to behold. Gorgeous blue eyes, strong features, sharp cheekbones and high forehead, sign of his obvious intelligence. Ivar is, plain and simple, stunningly handsome. 

So yeah, all in all, living with him isn't hard. Ordinarily. But now, the ordinary is not part of your lives. Because of this virus, schools, theaters and shops have been closed for two weeks and you and Ivar are mostly stuck at home. He's been grumpy ever since, but you've managed to keep him pretty calm, at least enough for your new shared meals to go well.

Right now, you're not sure there's anything you can do to avoid the upcoming storm. 

As Ivar glares at you, eyes wide open, obviously bewildered, you simply repeat, "I don't." Grabbing his crutch, you think for a moment he's going to stand up, and maybe that's what he was going to do, but finally he just throws it angrily accross the room, still being careful no to aim it at you, shouting again,

"FUCK YOU DON'T!!! HAVEN'T YOU HEARD THE FUCKING NEWS, Y/N???" 

You give him a confused look. "What news, Ivar? It's not even eight in the morning, I woke up not long ago and I was reading." Explaining yourself is useless but you feel compelled to do it, for whatever reason.

"YOU ARE FUCKING STUPID, AREN'T YOU? YOU SLEEPING WON'T STOP EARTH FROM FUCKING SPINNING, YOU KNOW THAT?" His tone scornful, pointing to his temple with his index finger in a universally obvious gesture, he's slowly getting on your nerves. 

Getting closer, you take advantage of the fact that he's sitting and you're standing, hovering over him, one eyebrow raised. He's clearly not impressed, but it feels good anyway. Small victories are victories nonetheless. "Don't give me shit, Ivar. I'm not dumb and you know that. Just spill the f–", biting your tongue, you stop before saying what seems to be his favorite word today, "spill the news Ivar!"

"TOTAL LOCKDOWN!!!" 

Shocked, you fight the urge to take a few steps back while his screams don't stop. He doesn't notice your discomfort, caught up in his own anger. "THAT'S WHAT THE FUCKING STATSMINISTER ANNOUNCED LATE LAST NIGHT!! A FUCKING TOTAL LOCKDOWN! FOR AT LEAST THREE FUCKING WEEKS!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO GO OUT AT ALL, EXCEPT FOR GROCERY SHOPPING. WHICH DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING SINCE I DO IT ONLINE, I KNOW! STILL, I WAS SUPPOSED TO FLY BACK AND FORTH TO LONDON THIS WEEK BUT THE PLANES ARE GROUNDED. ALL THE FUCKING PLANES! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? WE'RE FUCKING STUCK HERE, Y/N, 24/7!! ALL BECAUSE OF THIS FUCKING CORONABULLSHIT!!"

Waiting to make sure he's done with his rant, you give him a disapproving look. "Ivar, this is not fucking bullshit. This is a life-threatening virus. People are dying all over the world and the quarantine is the only way. You know that. We knew it was coming. You can't be selfish, not in such circumstances."

You know he knows you're right. Ivar may be mad right now, but he's still smart enough to undersand the urgency of the situation. Yet, he's not quite ready to admit it, at least not entirely. 

Even so, his voice is soft at first. "Yeah, yeah, of course you're right." Running his fingers through his dishelved hair, he sighs before getting carried away once again. "But fuck Y/N!!!" Ivar takes an heavy breath and releases it loudly, shaking his head frustratedly.

And here we are again. Three-two-one-zero… Go!  "BUT FUCK Y/N! FUCK!! IT FUCKING SUCKS, CAN'T YOU AGREE? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO, HUH? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? WE ARE STUCK HERE, LIKE WE ARE IN A FUCKING PRISON!! WE ARE FUCKING STUCK HERE TOGETHER AND THE FUCK IT SUCKS!!"

Hearing his words, you're not sure if you should be amused or rather offended, finally opting for irony. "Sure, it's true that's I'm so lucky to be living with you, while you're stuck with the most boring rommate. I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to apologize for existing, right?"

Ivar freezes, speechless. Wow. It's not something that happens a lot. Small victories blah, blah, blah… Nervously wiggling his fingers, he gives you a constrained, almost apologetic look while biting his lower lip. "Fuck Y/N," his voice speaks softly, "I didn't mean it like that." He lowers his gaze, his hands now rubbing his thighs. You can tell he tries very hard to stay calm and you can't help but think it's adorable. "You know that… Fuck! Y/N, I'm not good at that, and we both know that we didn't choose each other, but I'm fucking grateful it's you who's living with me, and not some dumbass. And even though I'm a spoiled brat and probably a fucking pain in the ass, I know being stuck here with you won't be hell on Earth. Still, just being stuck here sucks. IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!"

That's the exact moment when something switches in your mind. It all comes up out of the blue and you're suddenly aware of the warmth in your lower belly, of your increasing heart rate, of your clammy hands… You have to make a prodigious effort not to lick your lips. Ivar is… flustered, akward, still angry and cocky yet soft and almost sweet and seeing him like this makes you feel things. Unexpected things.  

You can't think straight anymore. Maybe lockdown is driving you crazy too, after all. Or maybe it's because it's been months since you've… Or it's all Ivar's fault. Yeah, that's it, it's got to be his fault. Because with is huge blue eyes, his reddened cheeks, his chiseled upper body and the anger still flowing out of him, he's… he's… he's…

… insanely hot. So FUCKING insanely hot.

Checking discretely with one hand that no drool is leaking from the corner of your mouth, you go on right after. "Maybe you should stop talking about it and just do it, Ivar. You know, to take the pressure off." Your words are rushed and you know you're blushing, but you can’t control your brain anymore. It's probably not really functional right now anyway. 

Baffled, Ivar looks at you without understanding. "Wh- What? What are you fucking talking about?" His scowl is back, and you realize it makes him even more attractive. 

“Oh Ivar, don't play dumb, you know what I'm saying, don't you?  Fuck and fucking… Those are the only words you seem to know. Stop saying them. Do it. Just do it. I bet you'll be more relaxed after." Okay, you're obviously out of your mind. You couldn't care less though, your only focus at the moment being the sparkle in your inner core. 

"What-?" His chocked voice gives away how stunned he is. "But… with… with whom, Y/N?"

The answer is an obvious one, right? At least to you, but probably to Ivar too, since he's stuck there with you and only you. You can see in his eyes that yes, he knows what you're implying. Still, the bewilderment written all over his face a clear indication that he can't bring himself to believe it. You don't blame him. The impression you give is always that of a (too) serious person. Ivar doesn't know who you really are. You're not even sure you know it yourself… And right now, it doesn't matter. 

Because yeah, disbelief is obvious on his face, but lust even more so … oh gods… Gods… Slightly confounded and blinking a few times, but looking at you like you're a prey, Ivar is, if at all possible, even hotter than before. And that's what matters.

 Winking at him, you quickly take off your t-shirt, swinging it accross the room. His mouth ajar, his gaze is that of a toddler, sitting under the tree, contemplating his gifts on Christmas morning.

"What do you think, Ivar?" His eyebrows furrowed, you don't allow him time to respond, straddling his lap. You're not sure he's breathing, clearly incredulous, almost skeptical. And gods, how beautiful he is. You can't resist. You won't resist. When you crash your lips together, you stop thinking. 

The akward moment disappears quickly, replaced by a shared eagerness. Ivar kisses you back, his need now as great as yours, his tongue invading and claiming your mouth. You can't help but moan while feeling him growning against your clit. "Fuck Y/N!", he mumbles as you rock your hips purposefully against his. Rewarded with a loud growl, you smile, never breaking the intense kiss. 

All off a sudden, you don't know how he manages to do so, you're lying on your back on the wide couch, Ivar's body all over yours, warming you from the inside out. His shirt gone, his callouse hands are everywhere, roaming your body – your jaw, sides, belly, neck, navel, even squeezing your cheeks as you raise your hips – his mouth on your tits, nibbling and sucking. Digging your fingers into his back, you release a gasping breath before kissing each and every part of exposed skin he has to offer, his taste so overwhelming, you can't get enough, moaning and panting endlessly, your heart already pounding hard in your chest.

As he slips his fingers under your panties, your breath stutters, your whole body jerking and tensing when his fingertips brush over your clit. You can feel him smile against your skin, proud and smug, huffing a small snort just before parting your folds.

Slipping a finger inside you, a low moan rattles in his throat, his wonder at how wet you are obvious in his eyes. When his middle finger begins to glide in and out, you grab his wrist hard, a frustrated growl escaping your mouth.  

"Stop it, Ivar." Muttering against his neck, you put your free hand on his chest, pushing him back slightly, his gaze an universal what-the-fuck-gaze. Without loosening your grip on his wrist, you let your fingers run down his chest, your hand grabbing his waistband. 

"Don't waste our time with foreplay." Rushing your words, you give him a short yet rapturous kiss. "Save it for later, will you? We'll have a whole lockdown to do that." Yanking his pants and briefs down his hips, you then slip off your panties, Ivar leaning on his forearms, his biceps flexing. Looking at you with desire in his blackened eyes, he releases a husky whimper of yearning as you grab his hard length. "Fuck Y/N!" he hisses, panting and shivering. 

"That's it, Ivar! Do it. Fuck me. I need you inside me. Now!"  Your breath coming in shallow gasps, you squeeze his cock, brushing it against your core.

That's all it takes for his control to snap as he drives into you, stroking you from the inside. He thrusts straight away into you, hard and heavy. It's not gentle, it's rough and primal, exactly what you need. Grasping and squeezing handfuls of his ass, your hips snap upward and you groan against his skin and into his mouth as he hits you from all angles, going deeper inside you than you thought possible. Your body jerking back, your hands cling to his shoulders, allowing you to feel his quivering muscles under your fingertips. Your skin feels like fire as he keeps pumping relentlessly, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. 

Your breathing uneven, you know he's as close as you are as your walls clench around him. Pushing your hips upward and back, faster and faster, his thrusts become erratic. "Fuck!", he roars once more, your hands back on his ass again, your body starting to shake. 

Crying out, your body bows upward. The muscles of your inner walls constrincting tightly around him, you scream his name, exploding all around him, his thick and hot seed spilling inside you, your orgasm hitting you in strong waves as his mouth seeks yours for a final sloppy kiss.

Sated to the point of exhaustion, Ivar falls heavily onto you, shaking and sweating. Not letting himself slide out of you just yet, his hands lazily stroke your sides as your fingers run along his back. 

Out of breath, you both need a few minutes to come down from that high, Ivar being the first to talk, his voice still shaky. "There's no fucking way we're not fucking doing this again!"

Bursting out laughing, you give his cheek a peck before leaning on one elbow. Rolling your eyes playfully, you gently push a strand of hair away from his forehead. "You're fucking right. But for now, Ivar, you know what?  Give it a rest and just fucking shut up!"

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[words-for-holland]

The Songs in Our Life: It’s Not a Date

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Y/N & Tom learn more about each other on their night out together...but remember it’s not a date.

Inspired by: I Wanna Know You - Hannah Montana & David Archuleta

Album Description | Track 1 | Track 2 |

Waiting. It’s the action of staying where you are to delaying something until a certain time has come or something happens. 

For instance, Y/N and Tom were due for a date at 5:40pm, and the wait was almost unbearable for them. Not that it was ever an official date....but the idea of seeing each other again the very same day brought a feeling of excitement. Something that neither had felt in a very long time. Seconds, minutes, and the remaining hours passed. Y/N had clocked out of work, shoved her laptop in her bag, and made her way down to lobby to meet Tom. As she approached the area, her steps slowed and ultimately stopping in her tracks. Seeing Tom, casually waiting brought a new found feeling. She smiled at him, already thinking about the possibilities of the if’s and’s & wants in her future, but immediately shook out the thought. 

“C’mon Y/N it’s way too early to be thinking like this. You haven't even gone on a date with him yet and you're already thinking about a future. Jesus.” Y/N muttered to herself, verbally smacking some common sense into her brain. 

As she continued to walk towards Tom, he looked up to meet her eyes and started walking to her direction. “Fancy seeing you here, darling.” he greeted with that boyish smile. He offered his hands, gesturing to allow him to carry her bag, but Y/N simply shook her head and declined the offer. “It’s okay. I got it.” 

“Are you sure?” he asked. 

“Of course, but would it be okay if we stopped by my apartment to drop this off?” Y/N replied to him. “I really don't want to be carrying this around while I blow your mind with the best food in the city.” 

Tom hadn’t replied to Y/N’s question, he was too busy thinking about..well...her. In his mind, he would have been more bold and responded to her question like ‘Aw, here I was hoping you were just going to invite me in to stay there and I can show you a really good time’. Or ‘Nothing blows my mind more than you’.

Instead what came out was “Yeah, sure that’s fine.” he smiled back, mentally slapping himself for not being able to pull off something smoother.

“Okay, let’s go. It’s not that far.” Y/N lead the way, with Tom following behind. There it was. That awkward-but-not-so-awkward tension coming up as the two walked in silence to Y/N’s apartment. Both knew it wasn’t an official date, so why was it hard to just strike a conversation? Y//N and Tom fought with their inner conscious as they tried to figure out how to make the first move. It was then when both Tom and Y/N, took a deep breath and said out loud their questions the same time.

They laughed at their failed attempts to strike a proper conversation, and tried to make it better by saying “You first.” in unison and then “No you.” 

Tom gestured to Y/N to speak first. “So how was your press interview? Did you get in trouble for being late?” Y/N asked as they continued to walk the streets of 34th Avenue.

Tom looked at Y/N’s way, recollecting their first meet up. Indeed Tom was extremely late, but if he hadn’t been he wouldn’t be in this position right now with her. “Yeah it went well. I just got in a little bit of trouble, but it’s okay. Sometimes you’ve got to live a little dangerously.” he winked, which made Y/N’s cheeks display the most delicate shade of pink. “What about you? How was work?”

Y/N shrugged at his question. “Can’t complain. Im still new to the company, but the projects are fun and everyone’s welcoming and a pleasure to work with. Just hoping I dont mess it up.”

“Im sure you won’t. You dont seem to be that type.” Tom responds truthfully.

Y/N looks at him and smiles. “Oh? And what type do I seem to be?” She challenges him, but before he could speak, they make it to Y/N’s apartment.

She jiggles the key in and opens the door for Tom, allowing him to enter first. The first thing that catches his eyes are the cream colored walls and soft blue furniture accents. Papers are piled up on a table, and pictures of Y/N with her friends and family placed decoratively on the walls. Candles were lit and the T.V. was softly playing in the background. “Wow...this is really cozy.” Tom reacts, intaking the surrounding. “Though I must say I usually get invited inside the house on the second date.” He laughs at his sorry joke.

Thankfully Y/N’s sense of humor was extremely easy tonplease, and she laughed along with him, playfully hitting his shoulder. “Oh stop, I told you I need to set my stuff down. I —”

“Hey Y/N I was wondering what—” Y/N’s roomate and best friend comes in to the living room seeing a rare sighting of Y/N with a man. “Oh...I didnt know we had company.” She smiles, trying her best to contain her excitement for her best friend.

“Oh right.” Y/N closes her eyes briefly in hopes that her best friend doesnt embarrass her. “Um Tom this is Kaitlyn, she’s my best friend and roomate. Kaitlyn this is Tom H—”

“Believe me. I know who you are.” Kaitlyn smiles widely. “It’s...wow..a surprise really. Nice to meet you.”

“And it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Tom greets back shaking her hand.

“So are you two like...” Kaitlyn gestures as she squiches her hands together. “On a date?”

Both Y/N’s and Tom’s eyes widen, both of their cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. They knew it wasnt such a bad thing to consider, them being on a date and getting romantic. But they just met, neither wanted to risk the chance of screwing it up. “Of course not. I was just planning to show Tom around the city, since he’s not from here.”

Tom would be lying if he said his heart didnt drop just a little, but he wasnt going to let that show. Even though he wanted it to be so much more than a hang out. “Yeah, I figured why not....since we’re friends.” There it goes again..that awkward silence.

“Uh huh. Im sure you both will enjoy your friendly hangout. Y/N knows all the best places to eat.”

“I wouldnt doubt it.” Tom smiles.

“And we should get going...uhh Kaitlyn you’re welcome to join us if you want?” Y/N interjects as she and Tom get ready to go out.

“Oh. It’s fine! You two go out. Im good here.” Kaitlyn rejects and winks at Y/N.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she leads Tom out. Not far from her home, the two make it to Chelea’s Market, where they indulge in all things Italian. From the flavorful pasta, to the fresh steamy focaccia bread that comes right out of the stone oven. It was Y/N’s go-to place to impress anyone visiting. The food was great and the scenery outside was beautiful.

While the food was incredible, Tom’s prescence was where the real magic came to play. She could only imagine what hanging out with a celebrity would be like, but Tom was another story.

She took in how engaged he was with her stories about growing up in a small town in New Jersey with her family, how Kaitlyn and two other friends had stayed together since they were 6, and how her life had felt so barred until she moved here in the city, feeling free for the first time ever.

He was interested in all of it. Tom’s eyes looked at her with endearment, and his smile grew the more he heard about her most heart touching memories, his laugh becoming more robust and joyus when she told him a funny memory. He was falling for her, even though he didnt want to admit it just yet. While he got a good chunk of her life, he wanted to know more.

Y/N on the other hand, wanted to turn the tables. “So what about you?” She asked, as they both made their way to the High Line, warm latte in hand.

“What do you mean?” He questions back, displaying a coy smile.

“C’mon you know what I mean. What’s your story? And when I mean story I dont mean how you got famous.” Y/N explains as they continue walking.

Tom looked down at the ground, thinking. He couldnt remember the last time a stranger wiuld ask about his life, and not just the story about his career. “Well, I have 3 younger brothers. A set of twins named Sam and Harry and a younger brother name Paddy but we like to call him Padster. I lived with my best mate Harrison for 4 years. Love sports but golfing all time has to be my favorite. Ironically, Im terrified of spiders and I hate cheese.”

Y/N took in his 5 minute biography, and thought about how genuine he was. Just like she did, Tom gave stories about his brothers and best friend, and the more he talked the real he felt to Y/N. Their friendship was blossoming and in this moment nothing felt out of place. “Wow, you hate cheese?! Cheese is single-handely the best creation on this planet. I feel sorry for the girl that had to deal with that.” Y/N stopped her tracks, realizing what she just slipped in. She didnt mean to mention about a potential girlfriend he did or didnt have, it just...happened.

“Haha Im sure she doesn’t mind. She doesnt particulary like cheese either.” He plays along, but Y/N’s spirit started to lower. So there was a girl after all. She should have known.

“Oh, so there is a girl. Isnt there?” She speaks in a monotone.

“Of course! Tessa shes been with me for awile. Cheeky little dog, but I love her so much.” Tom laughs as he takes a sip of his coffee.

Y/N shook her head as she caught on his words. Dog? Upon realization, she shook her head looking down at the ground hiding her embarrassment.

“Sorry. I had to.” He continued to laugh, “but your face and attitude was priceless. Its almost as if you we’re jealous or soemthing.”

“What?! Me jealous?! Please.” Y/N tried miserably to play off.

“C’mon I saw those lips purse and that cute nose scrunch. You looked wee bit jealous.” Tom stated as he lifted her chin to meet his eyes. The moment was tense and silent but not akward. They took in each others features, lips getting closer, eyes slowly closing until... “It’s getting late.”Y/N whispered. Both let down by the moment being ruined.

Tom pulled away with a look of disappointment. “Yeah...you’re right. I’ll walk you back? My hotel is not far from your place.” He offered.

“Of course it’s not. It’s the tri-state area. Everything here is 30 minutes or less.” She jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “I would like that a lot.”

They continued to walk back home, side by side with light conversations. Almost forgetting their almost-kiss on their unofficial date. As they reached the steps of Y/N’s apartment. The two bid their farewell.

“Well I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you Y/N.” Tom said smiling at her as he held her hand.

“Likewise. I cant remember the last time I had this much fun.” Y/N admits, hoping that this wouldnt be the first and last time she’d see him. “Maybe we can do this again?” She bravely suggests.

“I’d love that. See you soon, darling.” With that he kissed her goodbye on the cheek as he made his way to the hotel, but not until he made sure, Y/N got inside safely.

Proceed to Track 3.

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[kirionism]

What do you think of the marine admirals?

   “ The Admirals hmm ... I suppose it is only natural to cover them after I’ve already dicussed other factions .” Covering such a large organization would take up munch time, reducing it to simply a handful of people should be sufficient for now.

   “ Once a member of the Admirals, Aokiji or rather Kuzan has left the Marines behind long ago. I have monitored his travels over the seas and I am not sure what to make of them, whether or not it is a random pattern or intentional, I can not tell. I prefer to keep an eye on him because his fruit gives him elemental  superiority over mine. Although fog can carry ice with in it as well would I expect him to overpower me with ease. Still .... he seem’s to be very busy spending time with his Super Penguin however to truly mind the events taking place around him ...”

   “ Admiral Kizaru is next. The last one to remaind from the Mariens primary color trio. I would say from all their logia fruits his one is certainly the most fascinating. Kizaru himself can be .... he has good and bad aspects. If I look at him simply as a fighter then I have to say that he is extremly strong and utilizes his devil fruit very effectively in battle. Personality wise, is he a bit slow ... which is not necessarily a bad trait and does not interfere when working with him, but it does confuse me ...”

   “ Admiral Fujitora appears to be the most capable of them without a doubt. Admiral Kizaru is of course very strong, yet his mind seems to be a bit absent at times. I have been able to speak with Fujitora about a number of different topics. Our opinions migth differ, especially in regard to the Shichibukai system, but I do not mind that at all. Some migth call it simply stubbornness, but I greatly respect him standing up for his views, especially against somone as Fleet Admiral Akainu .”

   " Let me think who else is there ... Oh yes ! The green bull, I almost succesfully deleted him from my mind “, shaking her head, taking a deep breath the information broker forced herself to further continue the conversation. “ I can not say from myself that I enjoy his presence in the slightest. I consider myself to be quite a tolerant person but his obsession to surround himself with beautiful woman can be a bit ... to much sometimes ... There is a lot of public affection and everyone feels akward ....” Combined with that sultry gaze of his and indifferent, almost lazy expression had his ability to live up to the standard of an Admiral truly suprised her.

   “ Regarding Admiral Akainu, or rather Fleet Admiral Akainu do I consider him to be no longer part of this list with his recent promotion .”

[you-did-well-moon]

|Relationship with the boys|Monsta x 8th member Au|

A/N: Ahh I'm sorry it took me so long to get the update of the next part of this out, but I really am excited for this series. I really reccomend looking at the lyrics of the songs mentioned to get a closer look at their relationship. If you have any songs you think would fit any of these relationships please tell me!! Yesterday I got stuck in the middle of the road at night hoping no demon would come get me. I just got back from a concert. Anyways I have a seventeen reaction in store. I even have plans for a fanfiction I want to do, and another additional member au. Please don't be afraid to talk to me or to request!!~Moon

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shownu

Showslyn

At first, they ignored each other's existence. Shownu because he didn't really know what to say or how to act. Arslyn because avoiding her made her think he didn't like her. Then that fateful day came where they had been sat next to each other while waiting to do a mission. Arslyn had seen how nervous Shownu had been even though he didn't say anything. Choosing to try and overcome any bad feelings, and calm both their nerves she reached for one of his hands in both of hers.

Shownu had flinched and looked at Arslyn with a wondering expression, but Slyn kept her head down. Shownu couldn't help the feeling of protection that overcame him, so he kept his hand there and let her touch comfort him.

Arslyn feels sorry for the dear leader sometimes. She does everything she can to make it easier for him. Whether it's putting snacks in everyone's bags for practice so they're not complaining or clutching on to his outfit when he's giving a speech. Shownu is probably the most comfortable with Arslyn.

Shownu is a quiet man and all the others are pretty talkative, but he can sit in comfortable silence with Arslyn. They both someone know what the other is thinking without saying anything. Arslyn lives for his eye scrunch smile. Both of them aren't the touchy type, but they can make exceptions for each other.

They can often be seen smiling across the room to each other. Shownu is probably the one giving piggy back rides to Arslyn, or just carrying her around if she falls asleep. They care for each other through actions rather than words. They both say they can't imagine life without each other. They've helped the other in ways they never thought possible. Arslyn was the first person Shownu opened up to, and she's often the person he goes to if he's ever feeling down.

She's also the one that can make Shownu laugh the hardest. If Shownu is feeling down bring him Arslyn and he'll brighten up. They get strength from each other, and they naturally get along. Fans often call her his second in command since she tries so hard to remove some of the burden he has from his shoulders as a leader. They both wear their hearts on their sleeves when they're near each other, and anyone can see they care for each other.

Arslyn has produced, written, and sung songs for each of the members.

Shownu's song is called Pondus which is weight in Latin. She explains in the song how lost they'd be without him. Arslyn sings about how she found a safe haven in him when the world had shown her nothing but loss and sorrow. She acknowledges the hardships and negative feelings that come with being the leader of a group from a smaller company. She talks about how he has to be acknowledged and appreciated more. She expresses her gratitude towards him, and Shownu teared up when he first heard it. The song is alike to Jungkook's Begin.

Wonho

Wonslyn

At the start, Wonho acted tough but Arslyn is very observant. She instantly saw him for the little bun he is. From the very start, Arslyn hated to see him cry. It felt wrong seeing him cry. If he cries fans can often see Arslyn reaching for, and gripping his hand. She'll wipe away his tears and lean her head against his.

Arslyn is very protective of Wonho and monbebe often say she wears the pants in their relationship. If anyone disrespects Wonho she'll become snappy and sarcastic towards them. She does her best to help with his self esteem, and she let's him get away with a lot of things. These two naturally gravitate towards each other, and in interviews and fan meetings they're probably going to be placed next to each other.

Like Arslyn helps with his confidence, Wonho helps her with her anxiety and PTSD. They both calm each other down when they're feeling scared or worried. Arslyn looks up to his passion, and Wonho looks up to her fierceness. These two make very good friends seeing as the qualities one seems to lack the other make up for. They often say they're two parts of one whole. Incomplete if they're away from each other. Wonho is also the only one who knows about her past.

They compliment each other well. Arslyn is always there to assure him he is more than just muscle, and he is there is assure her she is more than her past. Wonho can be seen bringing in flowers into the dorm sometimes since he knows how much Arslyn loves them. Wonho adores her, and Arslyn adores him. Nothing is able to seperate them, or change how much they love eachother. Not a crush, misunderstanding, or fight could ever come in between them.

Many idols look up to Wonho because of his body. Arslyn knows it makes him umcomfortable, and she’s the type to do everything she can to make her members feel as happy and relaxed as they can be. She’ll do anything to get them out of that kind of situation. Many idols confront Wonho, and she’ll often go and drag him away if she sees his muscles being the sole focus of the conversation. She’ll leave them alone if she sees that Wonho looks comfortable. Monbebe are often very grateful to Arslyn for taken such good care of him, and the rest of the members.

Arslyn sneaks in a lot of snacks into the dorms and into practice for him. If any of them try to tease him for eating a lot or try to take it away she’ll throw whatever is in her hands at them (which is almost always a book). As mentioned earlier she is very protective of him, and won’t let anyone give him shit. She will accompany him to the gym, but instead of actually working out she’ll probably be writing lyrics or thinking of different beats and melodies. She’s the one that makes sure he eats and sleeps enough. Well, as much as he can while being an idol.

Wonho’s song is called Oenomel. The song talks about how Wonho and Arslyn have been able to find solace and comfort in eachother. It shows everyone who’s heard it how Wonho could have been the difference between life and death for her. Theres a highnote at the end of the song of her saying the title of the song. The title is a greek word and the definiton is of something that combines strenght with sweetness. It causes goosebums and a mouth drop to any listener. She says in the song how Wonho gives her hope and trust in the poeple around her. Wonho almost sobbed when he heard the song. He wouldn’t let go of Slyn for hours. The song is alike to Magic Shop by Bts.

Minhyuk

Minslyn

Minhyuk and Arslyn actually didn’t like eachother for a bit. When passing eachother Minhyuk would giver her faces and turn his nose up while she would knock her shoulder against his and flat out ignore him. This was caused by Minhyuk’s disliking towards Kyun when he first came on to NO MERCY. The situation made things akward and tense when the whole group was in the same room. This silent treatment soon ended when Arslyn went up to the company building’s roof to get some fresh air only to see Minhyuk crying.

She scolded herself. She should have known of all the insecurities and tears hidden behind his smile. That night was spent with akward apologies and small smiles. They weren’t instantly best friends, but small steps matter. Honestly, it wasn’t that long before they were hitting eachother bent in laughter and annoying everyone because they could’t stop laughing. If you didn’t know these two personally, you could say they hate eachother because of their sarcastic conversations and random insults thrown into the mix. 

Truth be told, these two would walk through hell and back hand in hand with smiles on their faces as long as they had eachother. They may make fun of each other, but neither of them take it seriously. They both take it in stride. They know each other so well they know which lines to cross and which ones to stay away from. Arslyn can be seen in a headlock from him most of the time, or she can often be seen throwing something from her hoodie pocket at him. Fans do know how much they care for each other when the camera catches them fallen asleep snuggled close together. 

Everything may seem like all fun and games with these two, but their relationship is a lot deeper than what other poeple would expect. Arslyn makes it her mission to always be the person Minhyuk can lean on, or the hand he can use to help him back up after he’s fallen. Arslyn knows about everything he hides behind his smile. The home sickness, doubt, and lack of confidence are all things he tries so hard to conceal for the group’s sake.

In a way Arslyn is the one that holds him up. The one that keeps him from going insane by being someone he can confide in. He tells her everything. His fears, dreams, and insecurities. The company’s roof where it all started is their special place. They even have some chairs up there with a cooler full of drinks and a backpack filled with snacks. The roof is the place where they can sob into each other’s shoulders, or they can reminice about past memories. The roof is the place where they let their screams and yells at the world for being so unfair and cruel get taken away by the numbing wind. It’s one of the only places they feel safe to be themselves. There’s no cameras to smile fakely into, or reporters to feel threatened by. Only them, the view of the city, and the stars above them.

They annoy eachother endlessly, but the comfort they give each other is far greater than that. These two are the type of friends that make fun of eachother, but anyone else tries to tease one of them and the other will get defensive. Agaist the other it’s funny, but put both of them together in a team against someone and things can get pretty scary.

Minhyuk’s song is called Sehnsucht. The song talks about how they both long for a place to call and feel at home. Along with that it talks about the sense of isolation they feel when they can’t seem to find that certain place, or how it feels so far sometimes. She talks about how they were able to find a home in eachother, and she says that it’s hard seeing him smile when she knows just how many times he’s cried himself to sleep. She sings about being there to help him up from now on, and she does so with emotion filling the ears or room it’s being played in. She also briefly and discreetly mentions the roof. Minhyuk’s beamed smile practically blinded the room when he first heard it, and it continues to so no matter how many times he hears it. The song is alike to Promise by Exo.  

Kihyun

Kislyn

When these two met, they honestly didn’t know what to think of eachother. To Kihyun, she was just another trainee to compete agaisnt. To Arslyn, he was just another face. They didn’t really try to talk or get to know eachother. Arslyn had the rappers to hang out with while Kihyun stuck with the vocalists. They were never paired up for a mission, so they never really got a chance to talk to eachother. 

It wasn’t until the final members for the group were chosen that they got as close as they are now. They both basically fell in love with eachother. Kihyun took her in as his newest adopted daughter, and Arslyn accepted him as a kind of parent figure. She constantly denies Shownu as her father saying she already has enough father figures. Plus, Shownu doesn’t let her get away with as much as Key, Heechul, and Junmyeon do. 

Monbebe love when they’re given the same parts since their voices compliment eachother well. She says that Kihyun’s habits are the cutest to her, and she loves catching him in the act. When he complains about being short, she just tells him he’s the perfect size to hug. She also says that Kihyun is the cutest overall to her. He’s adorable to her without even trying. Whenever he does anything monbebe see her practically melting. She loves his voice, his smile, and basically everything about him.

The only thing that Kihyun does that she doesn’t like is nag. If he ever nags at her, she’ll flat out ignore him. She may spare him a glance. Whenever he cooks she’ll stay nearby to keep him company, and she can throw spoons at Minhyuk so it’s a winwin situation. If Arslyn ever has any nightmares she’ll go to Kihyun’s room because she finds that his voice calms her down a lot. Kihyun doesn’t mind either loving being able to soothe her to sleep.

These two are very soft for eachother. If either one of them is upset or annoyed the other will be able to calm them down. A simple touch or comforting glance can do a lot more than you would expect. Arslyn has a thing for his face. She can often be seen touching it, or tracing lines across it. Kihyun is the one that will get Arslyn out of uncomfortable situations. Some idols will confront her about being the only female in a male group, and Kihyun will often be the one dragging her away from that conversation.

Arslyn has accepted the fact that the closest thing she’lll ever have to a guinea pig is Kihyun, so she can almost always be seen giving him food just to watch him eat. She thinks he looks like a hamster. Sometimes Kihyun wishes Arslyn wouldn’t speak every opinion she has on her Vlives since he thinks the less people attack Arslyn the better. He doesn’t tell her anything though because he knows she’ll get frustrated keeping so much in. He only worries for her. These two would go to the ends of the earth for eachother. 

Kihyun’s song is called Gigil. The song talks about how Arslyn views their friendship as something precious and fragile. She sings about only wanting to see him smile, and how she’s worried of losing him. The song tells him to promise to always stay by her side. The song also goes into depth into how Arslyn views him as something very beautiful that can easily fly away at the slightest wrong move. She says that she wishes she could talk to him, but she fears scaring him off by seeming immature and dramatic. She thanks him for making her feel protected and safe.  Kihyun basically cooed and pinched at her cheeks when he first heard it. Monbebe can find him singing it without even meaning to. The song is alike to Butterfly by Bts and Thanks by Seventeen.

Hyungwon

Arsewon

During NO MERCY, Hyungwon was the vocalist she was the closest to, and that she frequently talked to. Well, they got particularly close after a prank he pulled on her. Before the prank they mostly did small talk. They’re both similar to eachother. When first meeting them they can seem indifferent and stone-faced, but when you get closer to them they can be a bit chidish and they can actually be fun to be around. 

Hyungwon had been encouraged by the writers and peoducers to prank Arslyn insisting she wouldn’t hold a grudge. The prank consisted of Arslyn in the studio in the process of producing a song, and then leaving to use the the bathroom. Hyungwon had made sure he downloaded the song and put it into a USB before “acidentally” deleting the song under the guise of just trying to hear the song and pressing the wrong button. He pulled the most worried and sorry look he could, and he scurried to Arslyn repeatedly saying sorry.

He explained what he did, and he watched Arslyn bolt into the studio. She tried everything she could to try and get the song back only to fail. Hyungwon had been prepared for her to make a fuss and be annoyed with him. Instead, what he got was Arslyn with sad and dissapointed eyes. She had sighed and given him a sad smile only telling him it was okay, and that she hadn’t really liked the song anyways. Hyungwon knew better though. He had seen the exited look on her face, and the little bounce in her step from his hiding spot when she had come out.

Her reaction had made him instantly want to make a better friend of her. His resolve completly broke when she stared sadly at the screen with a pout telling him she could always try and remake the song or make a better one. Hyungwon put a hand on her shoulder, and he nudged the USB into her hand with a soft smile and a “got cha”. He watched her eyes light up and hurredly plug it into the desk top watching as the song appeared. A huge smile came onto her face as she teasingly scowled at him and made fists at him letting out a “ugh”. She laughed and told him she’d get him back. Their friendship took off from there. Arslyn deciding she liked him, and Hyungwon choosing to let her in to his close circle of friends.

These two absolutely adore eachother. Hyungwon is very fond of Arslyn, and he is always doing his best to help her with fashion. When they’re bored they can be caught making faces at eachother. They have the kind of freindship where they’ve probably seen eachother naked, and it didn’t phase how comfortable they are with eachother at all. Arslyn is always writing songs where she specifically gives Hyungwon more lines. She’s seen what he’s capable of, and she knows he can do a lot more if only Starship trusted him with it. She firmly believes Hyungwon is very talented, and that he should be given more power and identification in the group. Her go to topic when talking about Hyungwon is describing how he’s more than just a pretty face.

She knows how entertaiment companies are, and she’s actually revealed that she refuses to do anything if she sees that Hyungwon has been given unequal representation or line distribution. She says that she’s gotten her way every single time. Hyungwon is vey grateful for this and he does a lot for her. He accopanies her to the hospital, or to volunteer at the animal shelter. He also stays behind with her at the practice room if she’s having trouble with one of the choreographies. He’s the one that almost always sticks up for her if she’s not being taken serisously as a producer or for being in the group because she’s a female. They’ve got eachother’s backs, and they won’t let anyone bring the other down.

Hyungwon’s song is called Querencia. The song talks about how Hyungwon is constantly someone who gives her confidence to be who she is and who she wants to be. She sings about how sunrise to sunset he’s always giving her support and assurance. She aknowlodges him as someone she could never afford to lose, and that she would do anything to keep the friendship they have even in the next life. She expresses how he’s always been someone to help her avoid any hardships she may have. Hyungwon hid behind the first thing he could find because of the sheer gidiness he felt. The song is alike to Sunrise by JB and Tomorrow, Today by JJ Project.

Jooheon

Honslyn

Back in the NO MERCY days her and Jooheon along with Gunhee were the three musketeers. Always attached to the hip, and the three of them basically always doing everything and going everywhere together. They were known as the biggest threat to the other trainess. They were a powerful and unstoppable force to go up against if they were ever put together. They had the vocals, rap, production, lyric writing skills, determination, and passion. They were creative enough to come up with choreographies that wouldn’t make them look bad. Nothing could have put them down. Nothing exept the eliminations, of course.

When Kyun came onto the show it definetely changed their relationship. Gun became afraid of the competition the two bought while Honey couldn’t help but feel frustration and spite towards the two. This put a lot of strain between their relationship and they became distanced. In the end, the distance and disdain they felt rooted a deep regret in them that would stay for a long time. Arslyn cried the most when Gun was eliminated (actually she straight up sobbed on the floor since her legs gave out with the sheer amount of emotion while Gun kept telling her it was okay with a choked up voice). She wished she would have taken initiative to put the negative feelings aside and made her last moments with him worthwhile. Both her and Honey still talk to him, and they try to meet up but it’s hard when they’re idols. 

Her and Honey are now closer than ever before. Monbebe love when these two are put together in songs or in choreographies. They have so much energy when permorming and heart stopping stage presence. These two could get a stadium of millions hyped up with just one verse. Monbebe call these two the DD (Duality Duo) since they’re really aggressive and vivrant on stage while in real life they’re completly different. They’re also the most loved ship. Monbebe love these two together, and it’s not based on nonsense. These two feel a lot of attachement towards eachother.

They’re often saying they’re soulmates calling and greeting eachother with the title. Arslyn has a love-hate relationship with his aegyo. Sometimes it makes her melt while other times it makes her cringe away from him. Honey always whines when she scrunches her nose and grimaces stepping away from him. Arslyn has the most skinship with him out of all the members. They can always be seen hugging or snuggling. Anytime Honey tries to act tough or swaggy, Arslyn will out right laugh. When anyone says he looks scary or intimidating she’ll also laugh right in their face.

If his sister and Audrey come to visit, and Arslyn enters the room Audrey will ignore everyone and walk right into her arms. Arslyn has a very calming precense that makes people love being around her. Since she has so many different friends, and some of them are are producers she’s worked with many of them. Songs don’t exactly take one day to make, so she won’t be at the dorms for some time. At times Jooheon will get a bit jealous of her working with others. Especially when he’s having trouble with a song. She knows this, and she does her best to assure him. Jooheon knows his boundaries though. They don’t let this affect their relationship, or their work. It happens very rarely.

Honey is a constant source of inspiration for Arslyn. She admires him for being so passionate, and how he always puts so much of himself into his work. She’s often left breathless when seeing Jooheon talk about his music by noticing the light that ignites in his eyes. Little does she know, the same exact same thing leaves him breathless. She knows Honey can get a bit down sometimes. If she catches him at these times, she’ll take a hold of his hand or hug him until he feels better. She’ll force him out of the studio and outside to get some fresh air. She’ll get him new equiptment, or take him out to eat. She calls Chanyeol or jackson, and she’ll go as far as to call his mom. Arslyn will do anything to see her favotire dimples again. Poking at them and squishing his cheeks when she does. Frowns aren’t present for long when these two are around eachother. Soulmates.

Jooheon’s song is called Meraki. It talks about how she views honey as someone who hung the moon along the stars when things were getting dark. She says in the song that he makes her feel human and normal. She really plays into the soulmate thing. She names Honey as someone that was meant to be in her life. Someone meant to hold her hand as they went through the hardships of being an idol out in the public view in control of the fans. She mentions that brief moment in time where they didn’t talk and her feelings during that time. She sings about all they’ve lost and all they’ve gained. She says that his love and warmth is something that has given her a lot of strenght. He always plays it when doing a Vlive. The song is alike to Heartbeat by Bts.

 I.M

Kyunslyn

Kyun trusts Arslyn the most, and he does so for abvious reasons. When he first came on to the show she was the one who stuck up for him if the trainees said anything to him or even dared look at him in the wrong way. When she first found him crying in the studio after talking with Jooheon she reached her breaking point. It’s one of those moments where she hans’t felt that mad in a long time. She hearded everyone into a room, and then continued to yell at everyone for about an hour telling them how wrongly they were treating him. She pointed each person out, and she made sure they understood exactly what they had done wrong. By the end, she was crying. The trainees felt ashamed of themselves, but stayed silent as they watched tears stream down her face.

Seeing no response, she stormed out of the room only to find Kyun outside. He had been holding a hand to his mouth in order to silence the sobs heaving trough his chest. They stared at eachother for a little bit before Arslyn pulled Kyun into her embrace. She cradled his head against her shoulder as they both clutched onto eachother. Soon they were on the groung, and she rocked him back and forth while he spoke a broken mantra of “I’m sorry”. She only replied with whispered comforting words into his ears. That’s how they fell asleep, and that’s how they were found by the other trainees.

After she left, they talked about trying to treat Kyun better. They walked out and found the two leaning against the wall with arms around eachother and foreheads together. Tear tracks tracing each of their cheeks. The sight broke their hearts, and they woke both up telling them to go sleep at the dorms. From then on it was an unsoken promise that they would protect eachother. At the end of the show when Arslyn had fallen to the floor crying out for Gunhee instetad of walking to his pedestal, he had walked towards hers. He cradled her into his arms tucking her face into his neck. He refused to leave her and go to his pedestal staying with her until they finished recording.

Kyun is always the one that helps Arslyn with her migraines. Staying with her until they end. He rests her head on his lap, and he massages her temples singing a song in a low quiet tone of voice. He soothes her, and he constantly leans down to press kisses to her head. He’ll get her water, and he holds her hair when she throws up. He makes her lean against him when she walks since she gets dizzy. He’s the one that she goes to when she wants to talk about how one of her friends is getting treated wrogly by their company. She tells him everything about her acting roles, and sometimes even gives him spoilers.  

Arslyn knows all about his insecurities. She knows he thinks that he doesn’t belong in the group, and that he stole the spot from one of the other trainees. At these times she’s the one cradling his head in her lap, and she runs her hands through his hair. She tells him he belongs, and that he’s there for a reason. They practice English with eachother. They’re called the emo duo since they both like to wear darker colors. They both had eye brow piercings. When these two are together they always manage to reach peak crackhead behavior. They definetely bring out the weirdness in eachother even though they can both be really mature at times. Monbebe especially love it when they get to do skits with eachother.

Jooheon and Arslyn may be the best together on stage, but Arslyn and Kyun work best when producing and writing songs. They always somehow manage to know what the other is thinking, and they always seem to be able to agree on everything. When Kyun raps, Arslyn can always be seen boucing around and hyping him up. Monbebe say that if Kyun is Stitch, Arslyn is Lilo. She loves him for his 4D personality, and she’s never judged him for it. Arslyn is probably the only one that can control him. If she also hasn’t gone full crackhead, of course. In that case, just hope for the best.

Changkyun’s song is called Kairos. In the song she talks about having eachother’s backs, and always being there. She expresses how every moment spent together is beautiful and precious to her. She encourages him to keep dreaming and smiling. Arslyn explains that the light that they each have manages to shine even when the darkness surrounds them. She says that it almost feels like a dream being able to have somone as important as him in her life. She tells him that they are capable of so much, and that he makes everything seem so much brighter. He wouldn’t let go of her hand when he heard it. The song is alike to Mikrokosmos by Bts.

[writing-in-the-impala]

Hey Darling: Part 9

Pairing: Rob Benedict x reader

Words: 2031

Part 8 | Hey Darling Masterlist | More Rob

The plane finally landed in Missouri. You weren't due to be back on Supernatural for another month so you were able to join Rob, you were waiting for a taxi so you could go straight to the hospital, personally you would rather go straight to a hotel but you didn't say anything because you knew how important it was to go see Rob's mom. "So I was thinking," You started. "Hm?"

"What are we doing? I mean do you want me to wait outside the room with the bags, not go in the hospital at all, or go in with you?" You asked and Rob thought about it for a second.

"Well, I don't want to pressure you into anything but I'd love if you went in with me, met my mom and sister but I know it's a lot especial since we only just got back together."

"I thought we were gonna forget we broke up for a bit." You said making him smile and nod.

"Yeah but I understand if you want to take it slow."

"I'm okay with going with you."

"Awesome thank you, I love you." He said and both of you realised what he said. "I-I mean I, I I"

"I love you too." You said and pecked his cheek.

"That's great because I'm sorry of- I just don't want to pressure you into- because- you know you don't have to say it- but if you want to I'm happy- it's just I mean it - but , fuck I'm doing the thing- I'm sorry." He said moving his hands around frantically like him and Roch always joke about.

"Wow I've known you for ages and this is the first time I've seen you genuinely do the Rob bit that you and Rich always act like you do all the time."

"What can I say, I'm an akward human." He said making you giggle.

"My akward human." You said with a smile and you two kissed again. "Oh I have a question what are we doing in public?"

"Well no one expects us to be in Missouri right now so we don't really have to be that careful, and I mean of someone catches us well I guess we'll have to tell fans eventually."

"Sounds good as long as I can kiss you I'm happy." You said making him smile. When the taxi pulled up under the hospital you could feel Rob stiffen, he was definitely scared of what condition his mom was in. You gave his hand a squeeze in order to comfort him, you walked into the hospital pulling your small carry on suitcase behind you as you ventured through the hospital. When you finally reached the room the lady at reception told you Rob's mum was in you could feel Rob's fear. "Rob, look at me it's okay, look you had a stroke and you're fine now and your mom will be too okay?" You said and he nodded before knocking on the door. "I'll take the bags you go in." You said as you heard someone say come in. Rob pushed the door open, holding it for you as you two walked in. "Hello." You said awkwardly to the three women in the room. "Hi." Rob said walking over to the bed. "How is she?" Rob asked looking over at the women standing who was probably the doctor.

"Who are you?" The woman asked.

"I'm her son." He said and the doctor looked at the person in the chair probably Amy. "He's my brother." Amy said.

"Well she's okay, recovering well, she has her speech back which is a great sign, she has slight blurry vision and sadly can't move her legs but I pressume a little physiotherapy and she'll be back to normal." The dr explained.

"Thank you doctor." Rob said before turning to face you.

"Amy this is Y/N my girlfriend, Y/N this is my sister Amy."  Rob said.

"Pleasure to meet you." You said.

"Likewise it's great to meet the reason Rob has been Mr smiles lately." Amy said making you smile. "So~ you guys have to tell me everything now." Amy said.

"Oh god." Rob said rolling his eyes and sitting down on the chair next to Amy as you stood leaning against the wall.

"What did I do?" Rob asked confused raising his hands in protest.

"Well for one rolled your eyes and two look at your poor girlfriend carrying the bags and standing while you sit." Amy explained.

"Oh no thanks, I'm fine ." You protested.

"Come on Y/N you can sit on my lap." He said and you laughed out loud.

"Yeah no I don't want that to be the first thing your mom sees." You said.

"Fine then sit I'll stand." Rob said standing up.

"I'm fine standing." You said but Rob wasn't having it he walked over to you and tried picking you up as you pushed him away you all three of you were laughing. Rob finally picked you up bridal style as you wiggled your legs protesting."Benedict put me down!" You said and he laughed.

"No." Was all he answered and you pouted. "You're so cute when you pout you know that?" He said and you flipped him off making him and Amy laugh before he decided to peck your lips and put you down on the chair.

"Ah kids crazy in love." You heard a voice say and all your heads shot to look at Rob's mom.

"Hi mom." Rob said turning around and walking up closer to the bed where she was.

"Hi Robby, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came to see you." He said with a soft smile.

"If I knew you'd come so quickly I think I would've had strokes more often." She said with a small laugh making Rob chuckle.

"Mom, don't say that you know it's hard for me to come." Rob said apologetically.

"I know, I know, but you could at least call more." She said.

"Mom I call you at least twice a week my life isn't that interesting to talk more."

"And yet I still didn't know about the girl who just made you giggle like a little boy and act like a teenager." She said with a huff.

"I was going to tell you but we were just seeing how things go, if it helps her parents don't know anything, anyway mom this is Y/N." He said and you stood up to say hello.

"I may have slightly blurry vision right now but wow you're just gorgeous." She said looking at you.

"Well I definitely know now that all of Rob's good looks come from his mom." You said with a smile making her smile.

"Oh aren't you just a sweetheart." She said with a smile. You stayed at the hospital another mostly listening to Rob talk with his sister and mom. You were sitting on a chair slightly nodding off from the long day. You did end up falling asleep on the chair, Rob only noticed when his mom asked "So let's talk about you and Y/N how did you guys meet?" She asked and Rob looked over at you.

"At work, oh that's why she's been so quiet, I guess I'm going to have to take her to the hotel."

"Hotel? Are you insane? You guys can stay at home." His mom said.

"Mom-“

"No mom, Rob take your wonderful girlfriend home, there's load's of food, Amy and her family are in the guest bedroom so you have to go in your old room."

"Oh god." Rob said making Amy laugh. "Okay can I have the keys or something."

"Mark is home I'll ring him he'll open the door for you." Amy explained.

"Okay thanks." Rob said walking over to you. "Y/N, baby, wake up ." He said lightly shaking your shoulder, you opened your eyes slightly and smiled at him. "We're going home okay?" Rob said and you made a confused expression.

"To LA? We just flew like give hours I'm tired Rob." You moaned.

"No to my mom's house." Rob said as you stretched.

"Does this mean I get loads of blackmail on you for conventions?" You said with a sly smile .

"No I'll blindfold you so you don't see my room." He said and you mouthed "kinky" to him being careful that his sister and mom don't know what you said. Rob burst out laughing and you followed him in laughter leaving his mom and sister to just watch the interaction.

"Anyway it was lovely meeting you both, but I'm tired and just want to go to sleep." You said with a smile.

Rob's mom's house was really pretty, Mark, Amy's husband let you in, he seemed really nice. Rob showed you round the house, it was a four bedroom house, Rob's room, Rob's mom's room, the guest bedroom that used to be Rob's brothers Matt's room but got made into a guest bedroom and Amy's room. Rob's room wasn't anything out of the ordinary although you did make small jokes about the shelf of U2 and Radiohead albums at which he replied "it's a good band!" His love for the bands making you laugh. You and Rob ordered pizza for everyone and it came home around the time Amy did. You were sitting on one of the two couches in the living room snuggled up in to Rob's side under a blanket because it was a bit cold opposite you were Mark and Amy in a similar position except their four year old daughter Circa was also there snuggling into Amy's side. "She is so cute." You said about Circa.

"Have you seen Jack yet? He's six months old." Amy asked.

"Yeah Mark had him in his arms when he opened the door, he's adorable." You said with a grin.

"Can we have a normal conversation not just talk about how cute our children are?" Mark asked picking up a slice of pizza.

"Fine so guys tell me how you met, not just work that's a boring answer." Amy said making you laugh slightly as you looked at Rob who was grinning.

"Well I was on Supernatural and with that come conventions so I was added to them, and on the day I arrived Rob overslept so the first time we met was probably recorded and put in YouTube." You said picking up your drink.

"Okay I'll find it and play it at your wedding." Amy said and you nearly choked on your water.

"Amy what the hell? Please relax with all this." Rob said sternly obviously he was as uncomfortable about this topic as you were.

"Sorry it's just not every day my little brother is in a happy long term relationship, wait how long have you been dating?" Amy asked.

"Around three months." Rob said.

"Aww, anyway okay so how long are you staying in Missouri?" She asked.

"I don't know, I didn't know I'll be in Missouri till this morning I guess as long as we can." Rob said rubbing your shoulder slowly with the hand he had around you.

"Well mom will want you to stay forever." Amy said making Rob chuckle.

"Yeah probably not that long, Y/N needs to go back to filming and we have convention  so forever is out of question."

"I'm actually surprised you guys came. I mean I know you would come but not this quickly."

"All thanks to this wonderful woman." Rob said tilting his head in your direction.

"Really?" Amy questioned.

"Yeah, I woke up and Rob told me what happened I was sort of at loss for words like I had literally no idea what to do so I told Rob to pack and that I was buying him a plane ticket to come here but then he insisted that I would come with him so I did." You explained yawning at the end. Not too long after you and Rob decided to go to bed after such a long and eventful day.

Part 10

| More Rob |

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[add-v-bae]

Written Ship-Monsta X and BTS

Hey! Can i please get a ship with Monsta X And bts? Thank you❤️ I am a INFJ,i am quite of a introvert some of my weaknesses are that i am really private at first&also really sensitive&overthink a lot of stuff.Some of my strengths are that i am really passionate about my dreams,I am good at leading and really soft spoken in Human terms. I am really serious in love and friendships, It takes me quite a long time to build trust to someone and also to imitate skinship.But after i get comfortable with someone i am actually really caring and kind. People often describe me as really strict and boring when they first meet me because of my quite side but after i open up i get more comfortable! People who are close would describe me as unique because of the way i see things and overthink them into every little detail, warm, open minded and funny. I think trust is the most important thing i need someone who i can rely on and someone who can also rely on me. I am not that much a fan of to much skinship so i rather show my love and affection with different actions like small trips and small poems which is super cringy for some poeple but i love it. love movies and series! Or documentarys..Tbh everything where i can listen to I really like to hear people talk and tell storys so i a have a free ear always for anything even tho i am not that much of a talker myself. also really am into music i like everything from pop to metal to soul and so on. I also enjoy cooking even tho i am really bad at it i always try my best,same goes for cleaning and playing the guitar also wanted to learn new stuff but there is so much i want to do i sometimes get to carried away with all thats going on I love the sea in winter and i really love snow. I prefer cold over hot. I am also really aesthetic and enjoy colder colors.love Fantasy because i think its just nice to have something to think of where it can be as you like. it doesn’t need a explanation for everything like in the real world. So a in one i am kind of a introverted akward quite dreamer i guess..

Hello there love~ I can definitely do that for you! I hope you like your ships and please feel free to request again! @jomonya

In Monsta X, I ship you with Hyungwon!

Hyungwon would be attracted to you as soon as he met you, being lured in by your quiet first impression, as it was refreshing since he didn’t get quiet in the dorms. However, your more open personality wouldn’t deter him at all, finding himself falling even harder for your laughter and soft smiles. His attempt at a cute confession would probably backfire, an attempt to make you dinner based on a recipe Kihyun hesitantly(after repeatedly asking if he was sure he didn’t want him to it) gave to him. Two hours later, you would come home to find the door unlocked, your spare key on the table, and Hyungwon trying to turn the smoke detectors off as they rang loudly in the smoke-filled house. After an embarrassing explanation, you would laugh it off and order out, agreeing that you’d probably live off restaurant and friend/family made food until one of you was able to learn how to cook. Your relationship would be one that would have its moments but be one full of understanding. Hyungwon would try to be patient and let you adjust to the relationship, enjoying as much you were comfortable giving to him and giving his group members dirty looks whenever they would jokingly ask why you never act “coupley” in front of them. Upon realizing how little you actually got from skinship, Hyungwon would stop initiating it, only doing it when you initiated so that he would know that you were comfortable, and would instead show you he cares by doing small tasks and leaving surprises for you.

In BTS, I ship you with Yoongi!

Yoongi would probably be interested in you once he started hearing you talk about your dreams, having a soft spot for people who are driven by that kind of thing. He would have no problem with you needing time to adjust, probably needing some time himself as he’s used to doing stuff by himself. However, once you were both comfortable, neither of you would be too pushy for skinship, just kind of accepting it when the other needed it or felt in the mood for it. One of his favorite things about you would be that a lot of things that he had with, you’d have the same the same problem with, such as first impressions and dealing with the other members teasing for how you two would show affection in place of skinship. Yoongi’s not much of a talker either, but he’d try his best to keep conversations going with talks of the past and, later on in the relationship, the future.He’d like when you tried to cook for the most part, as long as nothing got destroyed in the process, and would promptly give you advice for next time and then make you whatever meal you were trying to make. No worries about snow, if he got a chance while it was winter, he’d make sure to take you on a trip to somewhere snowy, happy to be able to see the smile on your face as you walked down the beach side by side.

Bonus: Rumor has it Jungkook almost lost his life one day after finding a love note Yoongi wrote for you and teasing him for it. Rumor also says that Jungkook got very lucky you were in the next room and he didn’t want to risk you being upset with him.

[theepolynesian]

Feisty Little Hobbit

Overall Summary: You are Bilbo’s little sister but the exact opposite

Chapter Summary: You try to dissuade Dain from attacking the elves and the battle begins

Previous Chapter: Chapter 17

Next Chapter: Chapter 19

“Are you alright, y/n?” Bilbo asks as he ushers you away from the gate.

You hated how much this journey had changed. Had you known that things would end like this, you wouldn’t have joined. You would never put yourself through this misery again.

“I want to go home Bilbo. I don’t want to deal with dwarves. I don’t want to deal with elves. I don’t want to deal with men. I just want to go home,” you whimper, pulling Bard’s cloak tighter around you.

You were so glad that water was below you and not hard ground. You don’t think you would’ve been able to survive that fall.

“Will you have peace or war?” Bard asks Thorin.

You shuffle along as the elves make room for you to leave. You were not about to be caught up in this mess. Elves, men, and 13 dwarves? It was not going to end well and you did not want to be there to witness it.

You hear a raven and you turn back. The raven has landed next to Thorin and Thorin smirks before turning back to Bard. You hear rumbling coming from the east but you can’t see anything due to the fact that you were only as tall as the elves’ hips.

“I will have war!”

You take a detour as the elves start marching towards the source of the noise. Bilbo follows you quickly as you hear a very familiar voice cut through.

“If you could all kindly sod off!”

You push your way through the humans and make your way to the front.

“Y/n?” The very familiar face of Dain asks.

You smile at him.

You were very found of Dain. Like you told Thorin, you had traveled a lot and had even made it to the Iron Hills once. You were not too sure why you were travelling there, but you just did. Dain had questioned you for hours, but you couldn’t give him an answer and when he sassed you, you sassed him right back. 

That is what started the weird friendship. You stayed for about three months, in the royal wing, before heading back to Bag End. Bilbo often questioned why you were gone for two years, but you never answered him. I mean, how were you supposed to tell your brother that you’ve been living with dwarves for three months?

“Who is he?” Bilbo asks, coming to stand in the back of you.

Your brother was very suspicious of every person that seemed to know you. He always interrogated you or the other party. It did get annoying sometimes, but he was only doing his duty.

“This my dear Bilbo is Lord Dain of the Iron Hills,” you say, bowing a little, “Thorin’s cousin.”

Dain nods back at you.

“What are you doing here?” Dain asks, getting off of his pig and taking off his helmet.

He still looked like the same Dain you met three years ago with his wild red hair and boar tusks braided into his beard.

You walk closer to him, needing to speak to him privately.

If he dismounted his pig, that means that he was letting his guard down and that is exactly what you needed to talk some sense into him.

“Funnily enough. I was a part of Thorin’s company,” you say.

Dain laughs.

“Of course you were. I wouldn’t have expected less from you,” he says and you smile.

“But why has Thorin called for soldiers?”

You turn around and everyone is waiting expectantly. The elve were in a fighting position and the men looked nervous to actually be participating in a war. It seems like they all thought Thorin was going to give in. Boy were they wrong.

You look at the gate and you cannot see the dwarves so you just turn back to Dain.

“End this silliness, y/n,” Thranduil calls out.

You turn back to glare at him. You just got thrown off a wall and were trying your best to stall time and he had the gall to tell you to hurry up. That pompous ass.

“Let me do me and worry about yourself,” you snap and Dain snickers.

“You heard the lady you tree shagger,” Dain cheers.

You turn to glare at him too. He snaps his mouth shut. You don’t think you had ever seen someone shut his mouth up quicker than you had.

You walk closer to him to get a more private conversation.

“Thorin is not in his right mind,” you mutter, hoping and praying that he does not accuse you of disloyalty like some other dwarf you know, “It’s the sickness. If you wage war up the elves and men, he will not aid you. He would rather sit on his throne and hide with all his treasure than help you, his kin. He even doubted the loyalty of them and if I remember correctly, you were big on protecting each other rather than turning against each other.” you explain.

Dain seems to think for a moment and you let out a quiet sight. After getting to know both Thorin and Dain, Dain seemed to be the more reasonable one. Well, at least to you.

“Aye, Ive heard of that sickness. Dragon sickness. My father said it drove Thror mad with greed,” Dain says.

“And it is doing the same to Thorin. You mustn’t attack the elves. Unnecessary blood will be shed on both sides. We don’t -.”

You are interrupted by what feels like an earthquake. Dain reaches out to steady you and you look towards the other mountains. Out bursts wereworms.

You and Dain exchange a look.

This is not good.

Blood. Blood everywhere.

You couldn’t stand it.

There was so much dead bodies littering the ground that it was horrific; something you’ve only seen in nightmares.

The only good thing about this whole thing was that Thorin had finally got his head out of his ass and joined in the fray.

You were fighting back to back with Dain at the moment when Thorin joins you.

“Y/n-,” you hear him say, but you opt to go fight a bunch of orcs elsewhere. Now was not the time to deal with this. Not in the middle of all this blood and gore.

“Lover’s quarrel?” you hear Dain snicker.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” is Thorin’s reply.

You shake your head, killing more and more orcs. You hear something on wheels and you turn to find Thorin on a goat with Balin in a chariot of sorts with Dwalin, Kili, and Fili. Fili is looking straight at you with his hand out.

You sigh. You decide to follow Thorin. One last time. You grab onto his hand and he pulls you up right before Balin whips the goats to lead on.

“Lass, I’m so glad to see you alright,” Dwalin says.

“So am I. I’m glad that all of you are alive,” you say honestly.

You checked to make sure that every dwarf that had fallen was not a member of the company. Even after all that has happened, you still cared for each and everyone of them

You climb off of your shared goat with Fili and start attacking the orcs that were located there. There is a good number of them and when you finally get a break, you look around, suspicious.

Where had they all gone?

“Fili, Kili! Go check out the towers. Azog has to be around here somewhere,” Thorin orders.

“No!” you say, looking at the towers he wanted the boys to check out.

“Y/n-,”

“No, Thorin. Your stubborn ass will listen to me for once and I will exit your life once and for all just like you wanted,” you snap, turning to him, “Azog was just in those towers and now he’s gone. That is very suspicious to me. It is obviously a trap and by Durin we will not walk into it!”

Thorin looks at you for a second and then nods.

“We will live to fight another day.”

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Free food!!!

Ok jk not actually free food, but a hopeful friend.

So I am 13 from the us and i am looking for an ibf(internet best friend) preferably someone who knows french and would be able to help me learn but its ok if you don’t know it. anyways i am really into basketball, cooking and singing. but i am mainly looking for some one in the age range of 13-16. for music i am all over but i am a christian and i listen to pandora a lot to discover new bands. but mainly i love; newsboys, adele, andy grammar and i am very bouncy. i am socially akward but i will easily carry a conversation, and i like to think that i am easy to talk to and to rant or complain to.   if you make lame or any yo mama jokes at all you will be instantly blocked. also if you hmu i will not be able to exchange snail mail because i can never find my stamps. anyways i am a rambler(if you can’t tell) and i would love to make some friends.

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