#number 2969

[sweethartlullaby]

heyyy! loved the « 17 again with you » and would loveee a part 2!

word count: 2969 genre/theme: angst, young love as always, imagine whoever you would like... sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

The pills slide down his throat easily as they have done so the previous hundred times. The house is silent at this time of the night. Being back home has its perks, endless food and attention after being away for so long are nice but best of all, he gets to sleep in his bed.

After he hides the pills in the drawer, he stares at the ceiling again. Meeting you at the party is something he had not fully thought about. He had been avoiding the thought of you for a week now; even the slightest reminder of you made him immediately seek distraction. 

He wishes he said more to you, whether it’s a lame comeback or to beg on his knees for you to talk to him. He just wishes he had said more. 

When he has tossed and turned for about two hours, he finally takes out his phone and scrolls to your number. The last text still being yours, he types. Once a paragraph has been created, he reaches to press send but his thumb stops just above the arrow. 

He reads it again and fixes a few typos but still can’t bring himself to send it. Each time his thumb hovers above the arrow, he goes back and re-reads his paragraph. 

Too pathetic.

Too needy.

Too angry.

Too long.

Once it’s been thirty minutes of this back and forth with himself, he finally turns his phone off in defeat and hides under the blanket. 

It wasn’t like she was ever going to read it anyway.

“You don’t understand!” He doesn’t like when his mother raises her voice. It makes him feel like a child again and he isn’t that. He isn’t someone who should be yelled at as if he doesn’t know any better.

He does know better.

“This won’t end well.” He clenches his fist under the table. He knows what she means. He knows her fear of him getting hurt. He was afraid too but he had put that past him when he decided to be with you.

“You’re going to regret it if you stay with her. There’s nothing that should be stopping you from being the best.” He chews on the inside of his cheek. He wants to say something. He wants to defend you and explain that you would never hold him back. But nothing comes out.

“Do what’s best for you.” His mother sits beside him and takes his hand into hers. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She whispers and even though she has angered him so much in one night, he still feels the sincerity in her voice. With nothing else to say, he just nods. 

“You’ve grown taller.” Someone remarks but he doesn’t catch who it’s from. He’s back at his high school again and fortunately, he hasn’t had the need to break down in the bathroom. “Will you be staying-”

The door behind his friend opens and you step out. Everything goes silent, even his heart feels like it has stopped beating. Your eyes touch his but it’s too quick to read. You pass a bag to one of the teachers and say something but it all sounds muffled to his ears. He watches in silence as you quickly make your leave, leaving him and the previous crowd. 

“She works here?” Someone asks.

“No, she’s just dropping something off. I think she might be leaving somewhere soon.” He looks down at his shoes because he knows that if he lets his eyes wander, they will follow your path out of his presence. 

Once he is back in his car, he takes his phone out and goes to your number, looking back at the paragraph he meant to send. 

Only, it’s no longer in the message box and is its own text. He stares at it for a few seconds and he thinks it isn’t real but then he sees that you’ve read the message. 

There’s no response at all.

Just his long paragraph of feelings and the word ‘Seen’ underneath. 

His heart is beating so fast that he can feel it. The phone in his hands is starting to slip from his fingers as his body begins to heat. He throws his phone onto the seat beside him and looks for the tube of pills he always keeps for times like this; when his heart is beating in his ears and he can’t breathe properly, when the car sways around him and his hands are shaking so much. 

Did you look annoyed? Were you judging him just now? That text had been up for days now. And you clearly saw it. Were you mad at him?

It takes him five minutes to calm down and even then, he still needs to grip the steering wheel to stop trembling. His eyes are looking only straight ahead and he only looks away when he hears a tap on his window. 

Albeit the initial hesitation, he eventually rolls his window down for you.

“Hey, sorry about this but you’re kind of parked behind my car.” You say and point to the vehicle in front of him and his eyes immediately widen. Did you see him?

“O-Oh, right. I’ll move.” You stop him before he can fully roll up the window.

“Are you okay?” The years have gone by and much has changed but he can still tell when you’re trying to hide something and if he is right, you’re trying to not let your concern show. His mouth opens to speak but nothing comes out. He hasn’t been this close to you for a while. Even on the balcony that night, he stayed away because of the cigarette smoke. You smell just like how he remembered, maybe even sweeter. 

“Okay.” You sigh and leave him, still speechless. He drives his car away, trying his best not to care whether you are behind him. 

He stares at you, love oozing out of his gaze. It’s times like this when he realizes that it truly doesn’t get any better. He wants to be near you forever. 

“Do you still get shaky a lot?” You whisper and he brushes the hair away from your face.

“Honey, I told you not to worry.” You huff but the hair falls on your face anyway. 

“How can I not worry when you’re having these attacks?” He grins and kisses your nose. 

“I promise I’m alright.” He isn’t lying. His tremors have pretty much disappeared ever since you forced him to see someone about it. 

“I’ll know if you’re hiding something.” You say and he lifts his cheek off the table and pulls you onto him. 

“What about you, hm? Do you still cry a lot?” He asks and you shrug.

“So I can’t lie but you can?” He asks and you purse your lips. 

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You hop to face him but he just shakes his head.

“What happened?” He murmurs, searching her face for answers.

“Same old, same old.” She sighs and falls back onto him. “I don’t really want to spend time talking about it when I’m with you.” He hesitates putting his arms around you at first but then you pull them to wrap around you anyway. He bites down on his lip, trying to think of the best way to question you. You never want to talk about what happens at home, saying it’s a waste. He never really sees the way you are when things at home get bad. You always seem to keep a smile up when he’s around. And as much as he loves your smile, he wishes you would let your guard down a bit. 

“I can hear you thinking.”

“I just,” He pauses but your eyes tell him to go on. “I’m here for you, you know.” You peel yourself away from him and he suddenly feels like he’s said the wrong thing. You sigh and he thinks you’re about to leave.

“I know.” You say but he doesn’t feel the calm settle in yet. “There’s just so much that goes on at home.” You look into him. “I don’t any of that to interrupt us.” He sighs and wraps his arms around you, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. 

The two of you have always been each others’ other half. Your excitement for anything adds to the tranquility of his life and his peace adds to your chaos. He needs you to make his life more than just what it is and you need him to make your life hurt less.

Maybe that’s why it is so hard to push you to talk to him. 

Maybe that’s why it had to end.

He has grown used to the uncomfortable feeling when he sits here. Every time he came home, he would spend hours here, sitting and watching the people that passed by. While he doesn’t read, he does like sipping on his drink slowly. 

When the both of you broke up, he would come here as much as he could. There was a time you were here at the time he had come. You were sitting with your knees up to your chest and you were staring at your phone. He wasn’t able to look at what exactly was on it but you seemed somber. He watched you sit in silence, cradling yourself. 

He thought about going up to you that day. He thought about explaining his circumstances to you and telling you that it wasn’t because he wanted to leave. He wanted you to hear him out and understand him. 

But as he watched you sitting at the same spot the both of you used to spend your days in, waiting for whatever it was on your phone, all he could think about was how selfish it was for him to clear his name. 

His treatment towards you had been nothing short of terrible. Why should he be given the chance of forgiveness? 

He is sitting on the same chair you sat on that day, somehow hoping that he can still feel your warmth. He waits until he finishes his coffee and he finally leaves. 

Although he can grow used to the uneasiness of not being with you, he cannot feel the same with these busy roads he is about to cross. The music in his ears usually helps but his phone has died so his ears are stuck listening to the blaring all around him. 

When it all blends together, he doesn’t even realize the car that is speeding towards him. 

However, he doesn’t feel it. 

Is that what it’s supposed to feel like? There’s no impact or pain, just a dark vignette around his vision that seems to be taking over his entire vision. 

You rarely show up in his dreams and when you do, it’s usually a sign that he needs to start getting busy again. He would do anything to stop thinking about you. He reckons it’s the regret but it doesn’t matter. Whatever it was, it created a heavy weight on his chest whenever you came to mind. 

“Are you alright?” You ask. He thinks it might be part of his dream, or whatever this is. After all, the light shining behind you gives you an angelic look so he must be dreaming. 

“Can someone get some help?” You almost yell, something you don’t usually do in his dreams. To be fair, you rarely ever speak when you face him, dream or not. He widens one eye, adjusting to the setting sun behind you slowly. For a moment, he sees it. Your eyebrows still furrowed in concern, your lower lip still chewed on, as you usually do when you are worried. 

“Are you real?” He murmurs softly. Without thought, his hand goes up to touch your face, praying you won’t fade away. When you don’t, he presses his palm onto your cheek and lets it stay there. He doesn’t care about what comes after, whether you swat his hand away, or never get near him again, he just wants to hold you for a bit longer. 

It’s been two weeks since he was cleared from the hospital.

So, sitting across from you here must not be a delusion. 

He takes another sip of his water and looks down at the glass. One of his arms is in a cast and there’s a bit of pain here and there but it’s nothing too bad. You’ve asked about his condition and he has talked extensively about what the doctor said. 

The silence is back and he wonders why you asked to meet in the first place. It’s only a few more seconds until he eventually speaks up.

“Why did you want to meet?” You look surprised as if you didn’t expect him to ever ask.

“Uh,” You tuck your hair behind your ears and sigh. “I wanted to just check on you.”

“That’s it?” He asked. He wasn’t sure if it came out as if he was offended or angry, but either way, he was desperate. 

“What do you mean, that’s it?” You scowl. 

“That’s really all you wanted to know?” He tries his best to keep his voice down but the disdained look on his face is enough to make the concern drain from your face.

“Whatever, this was a mistake.” You scoff and stand up. He is about to let you leave when he suddenly blurts out your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“I’m sorry.” He exhales to maintain his composure. “Let’s talk.” You look at him for a moment, seemingly deciding whether or not to re-take your seat. When you finally do, he takes another deep breath and places his hands on the table. He’s shaking terribly but he doesn’t want to hide it anymore. 

“I never really…” He clenches his fists. “I never really explained what happened.”

“I know why.” You say softly.

“Have you been mad at me all this time?” He asks, waiting for you to look at him. 

“I don’t know if I have that right.” You say but you don’t raise your head. “We were just kids. I think we needed each other too much.” 

He heard once that love was calm and adequate, and if you don’t know what that meant, you hadn’t found it. He knew what he had with you was different. It was the type of devotion that magnets had. He always thought that at the end of the day, you would always find your way back to each other. Some would say the type of passion he had for you was excessive but he thought it was just the feeling of being alive. 

You were the live wire that electrified his days, a firework that shattered into the thousands of pieces that he would always pick up. He didn’t mind being your glue. He didn’t care that you were each other’s half. To him, that was the definition of love. It meant completing the other.

Perhaps that is why he hadn’t felt the same with anyone else.

“I didn’t know you still visited our spot.” You say and he is pulled back to the present.

“I can say the same for you.” 

“Only sometimes.” You sigh. “When I’m feeling lonely.”

He keeps his eyes on you. Your body is slouched and the look on your face speaks of embarrassment, as if you are guilty of still thinking of him. He holds his breath along with the words tempted to roll off his tongue. 

The question he thinks you might be thinking of too. But he quickly says something else.

“Why were you at the hospital?” You stay silent for a while. 

“I needed a check-up.” You sounded nervous. “Because I’m leaving soon.”

He gulps.

“Oh-”

“I don’t know why I felt like I should tell you.” You sigh. “I think just seeing you in the hospital brought back a lot of unnecessary feelings and I felt like I owed you some sort of explanation.” A short laugh comes out. “I don’t know! I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You drag a hand down your face, making your smile lopsided.

He still can’t say anything. He should be happy for you. You are finally moving to be your own person, something you have dreamed of since you were together. But all he feels is still fluttering in his stomach which makes him want to vomit everything he has eaten that day. 

He wants to cry, he wants to sob into his arms and beg you to stay. He wants to tell you he will follow you. He wants to buy a ticket to not lose you again. 

“I know this is sudden and weird. Maybe,” You breathe out, finally meeting his eyes and he finally sees the streaks down your cheeks.

“Maybe I just needed to see you one more time to close it all, you know.” You say softly. He doesn’t nod, or deny, or say anything at all. He can’t move. 

“I hope your tremors aren’t so bad now.” You say but he still doesn’t move. His mind yells at him to even blink, just so you don’t know he broke from hearing the news.

“T-Thanks.” He stammers and you nod slowly. “When are you leaving?” He can’t bear to hear how far away you will be.

“In a week.”

He bows his head and stays like that for a while. You thank him for meeting you and leave him, in the same place you left him all those years ago. It’s a deja vu moment, where he can feel the same fibers in his body fighting to reach out for you. 

But all he does is clench his fists and let you leave. 

Again.

a/n: i had to repost this because i remembered that it was an answer to a question. i was more nostalgic when i wrote the first part so i hope i kept it up this time without having to fall back into that hole. i hope you enjoyed!

[pokemon-card-of-the-day]

Pokemon Card of the Day #2969: Smeargle (Neo Discovery)

Smeargle was one of those Pokemon that needed a lot of rulings to clarify what it did and didn't do, and since it was a card from the Wizards of the Coast era, said rulings weren't always the most consistent. The job Smeargle did was to copy attacks the opponent had just done, but with quite a few exceptions, and even a few benefits, to be aware of. As it turned out, Smeargle would see use for a portion of a format where one deck dominated, and the attack being copied for this role required a specific set-up, meaning that it was here for big deck mirror matches and that was about it. That was still notable, even if by this point it's more of a historical point than a thing to go back and use in modern versions of the format.

The stats weren't amazing, as 50 HP was going to be vulnerable to a decent number of attacks. The Fighting Weakness did open up a possibility of a Tyrogue KO, though Smeargle's peak and the time when people loved using Tyrogue didn't match up that well. The Psychic Resistance helped against some decks of the type. The main Pokemon, in historical context, was Espeon, as Smeargle was best before Neo Destiny diversified the format more. It did have a nice Dark Gengar match-up if taking later sets into account, however. The Retreat Cost was 1, and was really nice since Smeargle was hoping to get a huge hit in and then have the opponent not be able to KO back, at which point it could switch out to a more reliable attacker.

Smeargle's only attack required 2 Colorless Energy and was called Sketch. If the Defending Pokemon attacked during the last turn, and Smeargle was in play during that attack, Smeargle could copy that attack. It didn't have to worry about Energy costs, and the text claimed that it ignored anything else required to use the attack. The idea here was accurate. In actual play, some things were still required.

Some examples from rulings of the era included that if Smeargle had to discard all of a certain Energy to use an attack it did have to, but if it had, say, 2 of a certain Energy type and the attack required discarding a different type of Energy, discarding nothing fulfilled the requirement and the attack went off. On the other hand, it did need to discard Fire Energy to get more power if copying a Magcargo if it wanted that KO, though it could still use the base attack for 40. Copying Feraligatr meant needing tons of Energy in the discard pile to actually get some force behind that Riptide. Also, if you forced the Defending Pokemon to switch out, the new Defending Pokemon didn't attack during the last turn and therefore Sketch just failed. This could be a real pain at a time when Switch wasn't even available for quite some time and both Warp Point and Double Gust forced switches. It also couldn't copy a move another Smeargle had just done.

With all that being said, Smeargle found one role. It was a back-up in some Feraligatr decks in that era where Feraligatr was at least half of top tier decks, before Neo Destiny came out. Smeargle could Riptide for 2 Energy instead of 3 if the opponent had just hit with that, and while it was very vulnerable to a KO in return, it didn't have to evolve to get a hit off an if it did get a KO on the only good attacker on the opponent's side, that was a really important momentum swing. Some people back then used it, and a lot of people just stuck with Feraligatr alone. In modern times, with the game a lot more diversified, this Smeargle just hasn't kept up, similar to what was seen when more decks became viable at the time. Smeargle's run lasted for a few months before it faded simply due to the lower chances of being useful in any given game.

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some yt stats for of:

[disclaimer: this information doesn't imply anything, it's only for entertainment purposes, current as of 24022024, I do not guarantee that all figures are correct]

total duration of the series (12 eps, 48 parts) - 700 min 32 sec total views for 12 eps - 119.653.800 or 9.971.150 per 1/12 ep or 2.492.787 per 1/48 part total number of comments for 12 eps - 100.439 total number of likes for 12 eps - 2969 thousand likes

of_ep_1, 53.33 min 12.08.2023 total number of views per episode:16.524.818 total number of comments per episode:10.555 total number of likes per episode:390 thousand

of_ep_2, 61.11 min 19.08.2023 total number of views per episode:12.148.603 total number of comments per episode:7.754 total number of likes per episode:291 thousand

of_ep_3, 47.47 min 26.08.2023 total number of views per episode:17.077.628 total number of comments per episode:8399 total number of likes per episode:271 thousand

of_ep_4, 55.24 min 02.09.2023 total number of views per episode:9.571.964 total number of comments per episode:7042 total number of likes per episode:233 thousand

of_ep_5, 62.43 min 09.09.2023 total number of views per episode:9.576.102 total number of comments per episode:7909 total number of likes per episode:239 thousand

of_ep_6, 55.20 min 16.09.2023 total number of views per episode:8.084.688 total number of comments per episode:7897 total number of likes per episode:213 thousand

of_ep_7, 56.47 min 23.09.2023 total number of views per episode:7.470.115 total number of comments per episode:8865 total number of likes per episode:217 thousand

of_ep_8, 50.48 min 30.09.2023 total number of views per episode:7.406.635 total number of comments per episode:7695 total number of likes per episode:210 thousand

of_ep_9, 55.33 min 07.10.2023 total number of views per episode:8.912.705 total number of comments per episode:8125 total number of likes per episode:236 thousand

of_ep_10, 67.12 min 14.10.2023 total number of views per episode:7.631.371 total number of comments per episode:8692 total number of likes per episode:225 thousand

of_ep_11, 61.31 min 21.10.2023 total number of views per episode:7.147.703 total number of comments per episode:6200 total number of likes per episode:207 thousand

of_ep_12, 72.43 min 28.10.2023 total number of views per episode:8.101.468 total number of comments per episode:11306 total number of likes per episode:237 thousand

5 most viewed parts:

ep3_1_4 - 6.945.151 ep3_4_4 - 5.615.926 ep1_1_4 - 5.320.336 ep1_2_4 - 4.791.785 ep1_3_4 - 3.647.262

5 most commented parts:

ep12_4_4 -5840 ep3_4_4 - 4654 ep6_4_4 - 4263 ep7_4_4 - 4254 ep1_1_4 - 3904

parts with age restriction:

ep2(2_4), ep2(3_4), ep4(1_4), ep8(2_4), ep9 (4_4)

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Bandits Draw Prison Terms,” Border Cities Star. February 17, 1933. Page 15. ---- Magistrate at Hamilton Sentences Trio For P. O. Robbery ---- HAMILTON, Feb. 17 - Leslie Brewerton and James Andrews yesterday pleaded guilty to breaking and robbing the Blackheath Village post-office last January 22 and were sentenced by Magistrate Vance to terms of two years in Portsmouth penitentiary. The sentences will begin at the end of the fourth year of a five-year term imposed upon them at Simcoe for robbery.

Leonard Earl, who pleaded guilty last week, and was remanded until yesterday for sentence, was given three months' definite term in the Ontario reformatory, to run consecutively with a three months' term imposed in Simcoe, and one year indeterminate.

Earlier yesterday Brewerton pleaded guilty to three charges of theft of automobiles and two of theft of automobile markers. He was remanded one week for sentence on these charges by Magistrate H. A. Burbridge.

Andrews and Earl pleaded guilty to two charges of theft of automobiles. and Leslie King pleaded guilty to one charge. They were remanded a week for sentence,

[AL: Brewerton was 24, English, a painter, and had been in Kingston Penitentiary before as convict #808. This time around he was convict #2969 and worked in the tin and paint shop. Relatively well behaved, he was transferred April 1934 to Collin’s Bay work camp, as convict #700, and released July 1935. He would be back in 1941 for another term.  

Andrews was 28, from Winnipeg, was an auto mechanic, and had been in Kingston Penitentiary before as #1233, also at the Toronto Jail Farm and twice at the Ontario Reformatory. This time he was convict #2970 and worked in the tailor shop. Andrews was involved in a riot and hostage taking in March 1935, when a group of twenty-five inmates, wearing improvised masks and with their inmate numbers ripped from their uniforms, occupied several workshops, barricaded the doors, and took three officers hostage; Andrews had recently been transferred to the tailor shop in that building. Unlike the 1932 strike, the guards taken captive were gagged, tied, and beaten by the leaders of the uprising. Several of the inmates set fire to the mail bags manufactured inside, destroying most of the machinery and nearly killing several men. The prison officers who stormed the building were also exceptionally brutal, beating surrendered inmates with batons. During the investigation afterwards, few of the participants would explain exactly what they had hoped to gain, except, as one individual guessed: “They don’t want exercises. They want base balls. They want human treatment instead of persecution, and everything like that.” Andrews himself was not directly implicated in the riot, and named several other convicts as an “agitator” by several other prisoners:

“…A few minutes later one of the convicts from No. 1 Tailor Shop got a key from the officer and opened the door. As the door was opened we all stood around the door inside the shop. Some of the men from No. 1 Tailor Shop were rushing down stairs grabbing bags to barricade the doors. I could not recognize them. Some had handkerchiefs over their faces and their coats inside out. When they were barricading the doors we stood by the door. A few minutes later I saw someone carrying bags from the basement. I went up-stairs to the second floor.”

Most of the leaders of this riot were young recidivists, some of whom had been through the 1932 riot, or the strikes and protests in 1933 and 1934, but they had made no effort to convince the rest of the inmate population, either before or after, of their cause. The entire incident, however, occurred only weeks after Agnes MacPhail had visited Kingston Penitentiary, and just as Parliament was debating penitentiary affairs. Warden Allan, quoting several prisoner informants, concluded that the prisoners were “using her visit to agitate the main convict population and give Miss MacPhail additional support for her argument for further prison reforms.” 

Andrews was released August 1936.

King was 27, from Hamilton, a cook’s helper and had been in Kingston Penitentiary before as #K-250 and #369. This time around he was #2971 and worked in the tailor shop. Like Andrews, he was involved in a minor way in the March 1935 riot, and spent twenty days in solitary for this, despite claiming he was not involved. He was released June 1936.]

[yourkeeperoftherunners]

Slice of Happiness

Plot: AU His friends say he’s obsessed when they see him paying a visit to a new dessert cafe every week. But who can blame him when the cheesecake tastes like a cloud and the attractive cafe worker is there to serve it with a smile?

Rating: G

Characters: Student!Han (Stray Kids) x Reader (Any gender), plus mention of other members.

Notes: Hope everyone is staying healthy and safe! I needed a break from some of the series I’m writing on AFF and the ideas I have planned on tumblr. In an effort to write something cute and lighthearted, I imagined Han visiting a place for one of his favorite desserts regularly for two good reasons. All settings and events are fictional!

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“YAH! GIVE IT BACK!”

His friend smiles slyly as he holds Jisung’s test far out of reach, moving his arm quickly to keep it away. His eyes drifted to the score written at the top in red ink and he huffs as he pushes the test against Jisung’s chest.

“97! Seriously?” Hyunjin whined as he stared in disbelief. “That’s not fair! I swear Professor Danner hates me.”

Jisung smoothed out his test and stuck it into his bag. He continued to walk with Hyunjin and reassured his friend that maybe next time he’d get an A. As they neared the building for Hyunjin’s next class, Hyunjin checked his watch to see how much time he had before the lesson started.

“I forgot, do you have any more classes today or are you done?” Hyunjin asked.

Jisung shook his head and shifted his bag strap, so it sat higher on his shoulder. “I’m done for today,” he said. “I’m gonna go to the cafe.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and glanced in the direction of said cafe. “You go an awful lot. Is it really worth the hype?”

Jisung nodded as he looked across the street, his mood dropping slightly when he saw the line outside. It was the afternoon and that usually happened to be one of the busiest periods for the spot, based on his observations.

A Spot of...Cafe was the newest business near their university that quickly gained popularity for their coffee and freshly made case offerings. This year they partnered with the university to allow students to use some of their meal plan snack points for payment, which saw a rise in foot traffic for the cafe. Jisung liked their cheesecakes, which were made fresh in house every day.

Minho took him around the time they first opened and unlocked an opening week deal by checking in on Yelp. He got Jisung’s coffee for free and in return, Jisung paid for their desserts, a slice of cheesecake for him and a cream-filled choux bun for Minho. The first bite had him hooked and he couldn’t help but visit at least once a week, just to see what new flavors they had.

“Everything’s made fresh there and the people are really nice,” Jisung explained. “Have you gone yet?”

Hyunjin shook his head and confessed that it was too busy most of the time he went. He checked his watch again and excused himself, saying he had three minutes to take his seat.

“You know how she is if you’re a minute late,” Hyunjin sighed, rolling his eyes at the thought of his professor. “If you see something there I might like, can you get it for me?”

“I mean, I can just wait for you after your class,” Jisung confessed. “I’ll eat dinner then come back here when your class ends, and we go to the cafe together. Besides, it usually dies down after the early afternoon rush.”

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“Say it with me. You. Are. Obsessed,” Seungmin said.

Jisung rolled his eyes as he walked faster, forcing Seungmin to jog to catch up with him. After he put his bag back in his room, Jisung ate a light dinner in the cafeteria and happened to run into Seungmin. The latter asked to join him and Hyunjin at the cafe, saying he wanted to get a tea drink for his throat after a tiring vocal lesson.

“What’s wrong with supporting a small business?” Jisung demanded.

Seungmin shot him a look and he extended a hand beyond his sweater paw to poke Jisung’s stomach. Instead of feeling a soft tummy, his finger prodded a firm area of muscle. This made Jisung push his friend’s hand away and he whined about the other’s assumption that he gained weight from frequent visits to A Spot of...Cafe.

“I work out at least 3 if not 4 or more days a week!” Jisung complained. “Minho can vouch for me – he’s making me take that student yoga class on Tuesdays and Thursdays with him.”

Seungmin sighed and apologized for his assumption. “I’m only looking out for your health.”

“I savor the cheesecake when I eat it!” Jisung shot back. “Besides, they make good cheesecake and I got an A on my test. I say it’s worth the slice!”

Hyunjin cleared his throat as he approached the pair during their mini argument. He crossed his arms over his chest and shot them an amused look.

“We’re talking about that cafe, aren’t we?” Hyunjin mused.

Seungmin nodded and the trio began walking to the crosswalk closest to them. “I said he’s obsessed if he goes at least once a week. That’s a lot of cheesecake to eat.”

“Or he’s in love with someone there,” Hyunjin offered. He turned to look at Jisung and noticed his friend was starting to look a little flushed. A smirk tugged at his lips and he asked Jisung if he liked someone who worked there.

“Yah, why would you say–”

“Oho he does,” Seungmin interrupted. “There’s a server/cashier there that always greets him by name and he gets this little lovesick look in his eyes when they talk to him.”

Jisung ducked his head and began walking faster once the walk sign came on. He heard his friends laughing at his secret and he tried to slip inside the cafe before they could catch up. While the cheesecake had been the main reason he came back to the cafe, it didn’t hurt that the attractive server working there happened to be there whenever he visited. Based on his observations, he figured that you were a co-owner or some kind of manager there, as you often got called over to correct mistakes or answer detailed questions about the case offerings. He overheard you telling a neurotic and persistent customer how you baked gluten-free treats in their own pans and had a set of special utensils designated for handling gluten-free items.

“How sure are you?” the customer demanded.

“Sir, I am the head baker here and I am in charge of handling all of our case items,” you reassured him in a soothing voice. “My cousin has Celiac disease and I bake for her all the time. I made sure to adopt the same practices that I did when I bake at home for her.”

“Jisung! You’re coming in later than usual!” you remarked with a smile. “How’s this week treating you, my friend?”

He lifted his head and allowed a small smile to cross his lips. “Yeah I was waiting for a friend to get out of class so we could go together. I’m doing well Sunbae – I got a 97 on my Korean History exam.”

You flashed him a thumbs-up and gestured to the case. “You know I always have the New York Cheesecake, but today I did a Strawberry Swirl and a Lemon Lime one for the summer. I’m afraid we ran out of Chocolate Decadence this morning – sorry!”

“Oh that’s okay,” he said as he studied the shelf with the cheesecakes. “Hmmm...how about Strawberry today?”

“Can we split that? It sounds good,” Hyunjin spoke up as he joined Jisung.

Jisung looked over at him and tried not to pout in front of you. Normally he was hard-pressed to share his treat with anyone else, but he didn’t want to seem rude in front of you.

Seungmin clapped a hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder and added that Hyunjin would buy the slice for Jisung if they shared it. This made Hyunjin snap his head toward their friend and you couldn’t help but laugh at the turn of events.

Before Hyunjin could protest, Seungmin stepped up and greeted you politely, ordering a hot tea drink with yuzu, honey, and mint in it. You rang up his order and asked for his payment.

“You take our student snack points?” Seungmin asked.

“Yes we do,” you replied as you accepted his student ID card. You swiped it and watched as the register noted the payment. The drawer popped open and you shut it, before handing over his card and receipt. “I’ll bring that over to you.”

Seungmin thanked her as he left to find a table and Hyunjin sighed as he agreed to buy Jisung’s cheesecake.

“We can get a big slice and you can eat most of it,” Hyunjin promised. He moved to the register and ordered one slice of the Strawberry Swirl cheesecake, along with a decaf coffee.

Jisung thanked him before joining Seungmin at a table in the corner. They watched as Hyunjin pocketed his ID and waited for you to fill a mug with decaf coffee for him.

“Free refills during this visit okay?” you said as you handed him the mug.

“Oh that’s nice, thank you,” Hyunjin murmured with a smile.

“Course, and I’ll get that cheesecake ready for you,” you replied.

Hyunjin carried his mug over to the table and slowly sat down. He raised the mug to his lips and blew on it. He took a tiny sip and looked thoughtful for a moment.

“They didn’t burn it and it tastes better than the cafeteria coffee,” he whispered.

“Anywhere is better than the cafeteria coffee,” Seungmin groaned. “I don’t drink it, but Chris told me that they constantly burn it and sometimes the machine has overflowed. They really need to get it fixed.”

Jisung nodded as he watched you remove the Strawberry Swirl cheesecake from the case. You carried it to the back counter and pulled out a clean cutting knife for his slice. Carefully, you placed the slice onto a plate and grabbed two forks and napkins. The plate, forks, and napkins were placed on a serving tray and you accepted the tea drink from your barista.

“Here we are guys,” you announced as you walked over. You placed the tea in front of Seungmin and then put the slice between Jisung and Hyunjin. “Let me know if you need refills or if you need more honey in the tea.” You carried the tray back to the counter, then headed to the back to check on some of the cookies you were putting on the top shelf.

“Whoa, that’s a BIG slice,” Seungmin emphasized. He grinned knowingly at Jisung, who ignored him as he reached for a fork and cut off a small piece to try.

He closed his eyes as the soft cream cheese, combined with bits of strawberry and strawberry puree hit his tongue. Combined with the graham cracker crust, it was perfection.

“It is good,” Hyunjin spoke up. He glanced at Jisung who was slowly withdrawing the fork from his mouth to reach for another piece. “Ah, are you going to eat it this slowly?”

Jisung scowled at him as he cut a bigger piece off with his fork.

“You have to savor it!” he insisted before parting his lips to to eat the second bite.

Seungmin sighed as he blew on his tea.

“Looks like we’re gonna be here a while...”

[darkofthemoonfic]

Two Dry Martinis

Rated E | 2969 words | No major archive warnings apply

“You’re brilliant,” he said, flashing those teeth again. “What did I do before you arrived? And what else might you teach me?”

Hermione knew she was blushing so she took another sip of her drink. The gin crisp and just the slightest hint of vermouth — how she liked it. When she flicked her eyes back to the bartender he was watching her.

“A fair number of things, I’d expect.”

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[discoscoob]

Yikessssss clearly the “does nothing for queer women” knows absolutely nothing. most steddie shippers absolutely equally ship ronance or Vickey&Robin and draw it as well that’s literally where the whole fruity four fandom came from. 1162/6517 of the steddie fanfics are equally ronance pairing with equal build up and page time in the fics. 330 of the 6517 are equally Robin/vickie and that’s not including the Chrissy and Robin fics Robin/Nancy/Vicky fics and the ones that are not tagged as ronance to avoid clogging up tags but still feature a good amount of ronance,Vickie/Robin or Chrissy/Robin. There are 2410 fics about Nancy and Robin which again is an extremely high amount considering like steddie they only appear in this season and Lumax only has 2865 fics and Nancy and Jonathan only have 2969 fics and have been around since season one.

Steddie fics filtered to remove ones featuring ronance

Ronance fics filtered to remove ones featuring steddie

Rickie fics filtered to remove ones featuring steddie

Sorry but the difference in numbers is huge and let’s not forget the fact that a lot of steddie fics are clogging the ronance tag, when they feature very little ronance or even none at all. Someone even made a chart to show the difference in fics and it was startling, you can’t argue with statistics.

[jawritter]

Broken Me...

Ch. 6

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunately have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: None really, some angst maybe? Language is a given..

Word Count: 2969

A/N: BINGE READ TIME!! As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

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****MASTERLIST****

Jensen POV:

Jensen absent-mindedly stepped out of the shower, his mind was on what happened between y/n and himself only about 15 minutes ago. 

Closing his eyes he could still feel his lips on hers... 

Part of him is screaming at him, wondering what the hell he was doing... He’d just left Danneel yesterday... 

Literally... 

Another part of him though, another part says he deserves this, that's there's nothing wrong with what he feels when he’s with her... 

He never felt this way with Dannel... 

A pounding on the door jerks him from his thoughts... 

Must be Jared... 

Jensen threw on his pans and walked to the door, opening it without really giving a shit who was standing on the other side..

"So I see you had company last night." Jared said, stopping Jensen in his tracks, midway of pulling his shirt over his head.. 

"How did you know that?" He asked, whipping his head around to give Jared the most intimidating stare he could muster.

He didn’t know how he possibly knew someone was here with him.. Y/n left almost an hour ago…

 "I saw Y/n sneaking out of your room this morning." Jared said, crossing his arms over his chest,  and staring at Jensen right back.  Leaned up against the door frame. 

"She was 'sneaking' out of my room. Nothing happened alright!" Jensen said, quickly becoming irritated.. 

"Jensen, what are you doing man? You were just at the bar with me last night crying about Danneel, and now you got a girl in your hotel room? Man this is not a good way to move on." Jared looked concerned, but Jensen was really getting tired of people telling him what to do.. 

From Danneel telling him that his failed marriage was his fault... 

Jared telling him how he’s handling his personal life is wrong... 

Fans jumping down his throat on social media when he hasn't even done anything wrong…

He was almost at his limit, and he hadn’t even got to the Gold Panel yet..

"Look my marriage was over with Danneel a long damn time ago! About three in the morning I realized something, I deserve better than what that bitch has done to me for the last 10 years! Wanna know how long it's been sense I've had sex Jared?! Do you?! It was the night the twins were conceived! She was either fucking someone else, or never there while I suffered! Not her me!" 

Jensen stopped himself, and sat heavily down on the bed, he was yelling at Jared, he didn’t know why the fuck he was, but here he was a craying, yelling mess, and Jared God bless him, just took it, patiently waiting until Jensen had gotten it all out of his system. 

Until I let out that last little revelation anyway, that one seemed to throw him...

"Damn man, I'm sorry, I didn't know things were that bad." Jared said, looking a little softer than at Jensen than he had five minutes ago. Taking a seat on the bed next to Jensen, but Jensen just stood up and walked over to the little couch where his bag was laying open, looking for his watch.

He didn’t want someone to feel sorry for him or pity him, he just wanted people to let him move on..

"Last night I went to talk to y/n. To apologize for running off the stage the way I did. We went down to get coffee. She touched my hand, and it was like electricity hit me. My heart started racing, I got nervous. I haven't felt like that in years.” Shaking his head he turned around to face Jared who was still watching him closely sitting at the foot of the hotel bed. 

“You know what she did man? Cause I was a mess last night when I went to talk to her. She came back to my room, and layed next to me all night so I didn't have to be alone, and I could get some sleep.. Never tried to have sex with me. Never said anything. Was just there.”

“When we got up this morning I asked her if she wanted to get to know each other. See where this goes. I feel something for her man. Something I haven't ever felt. I deserve this, and I don't care who likes it, or doesn’t agree with it."

The room was silent as Jared and Jensen stared at each other. He needs Jared to back him up. He was swinging blind here. He needed my best friend. He needed his brother…

Jared looked at him closely, he looked like he was a mess still, he looked tired, dark circles around his eyes showed that what little sleep he’d gotten with Y/n last night really hadn’t been enough, he was still reeling, and Jared knew that, but he was also a grown man, and he knew that there was nothing he could say that was going to change his mind, so he decided he’d just be here for him when he needed him, because that’s what Jensen had always done for him.

"Okay, just go slow man don't rush it. You're still working through a lot of emotions."

"I need this Jared. I need her."

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Your POV:

"Ahh!!! I can't believe it!!!!" Y/f/ln sequels as you walk down the hall toward the room that's been set up for the panel. 

"Shh!! Keep your voice down!!" You scold as a group of 'Deans and Sams' walk by the two of you. Looking around nervously to make sure no one had heard her little outburst.

"Hey, he said don't be ashamed of him." She said with narrow eyes at you. 

"I'm not ashamed!!! I just don't want to be jumped by some crazy jealous superfan." You tell her as the two of you take your sets center stage third row. 

You were glad you were close to the stage. Jensen was really nervous about this panel. It was a solo panel, and the first one since news broke of his divorce yesterday.

Jared was supposed to be doing this panel with him, but things got messed up and Jared ended up having to make up ops while Jensen did the panel alone.

 He really wanted you to be here so you were glad he would be able to see you from the stage.

"Okay you got a point." She said, looking around at some of the people filtering in to find their seats. "Do you think the two of you are officially a thing now?" 

"No." You said flatly. "We haven't labeled anything. He just made it very clear this morning though it is his long run goal though. That's why we're getting to know each. He wants to see where this will go." You tell her for what feels like the thousandth time.

To your relief the music started, and it was time for the panel. 

You really we're ready to discuss Jensen, or how you felt about him. You just wanted this panel to be over. You just wanted the end of the day to get here, so that you could go back to his room. 

Make sure he is okay. 

You knew that he was not looking forward to this panel. You could hear the fear in his voice when he asked you if you were gonna be here at the panels.

You watched as Jensen jogged out on the stage. Stopping to irritate Richard and Rob at the top of the stares before tuning to the audience. 

"Good morning Dallas!" He says into the microphone, and people cheer around the room. 

"I wanna get something out of the way before I take any questions...." 

The room fell creepy silent. Everyone was hanging on his every word, and you held your breath right alone with them... 

"Danneel and I are no longer together, and we are getting a divorce. The rumors are true on that, but I will NOT be answering ANY questions about Danneel and myself, or the divorce. Please respect my privacy while I work this out okay." 

When he was finished speaking the audience applauded with a few people yelling.

"We love you Jensen."  

The rest of the panel went off with a hitch as he took questions. His eye trained you between each question. 

You didn't understand why or how, but you've already fallen head over hills for this guy. You only could pray he feels the same.

You knew that if the two of you started a steady relationship, rumors would be everyone, and so would some backlash, but you didn’t care about that, your main focus was Jensen.. 

He needed you… 

Right now that’s all that matters.

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After what felt like an eternity the day was finally coming to a close... 

It was the last panel of the day, and down to the last question... 

Jensen looked absolutely exhausted... 

You decided not to do a photo op. with all the attention Jensen and yourself were currently getting on social media, both good and bad, it just felt like the right decision to stay away from anything else that could be put on the internet.. 

You definitely didn’t want to give Danneel any more material...

That morning before you left him for the day, Jensen had given you a spare key to his room, and asked you to just move your things over during the day so that you can just stay with him. You figured since everyone would be busy doing the ops, you could move your things over without too many people noticing what you were doing.. 

You had put your number into his phone, and were texting back and forth every chance you got during all the insanity that is a con, and it was hard not to smile every time you saw his name appear on your phone screen.. 

As soon as the panel was over you were headed up to his room, planning to get a shower before he got there. Jensen said, it was going to take about an hour for him to get to the room once the panel was over. So you had a little time..

As everyone was standing up to make their way toward the door y/f/n stopped you. 

"Hey can we talk a second before you go to meet Jensen." She asked, looking a little guilty. 

"Sure..."

Sitting back down in your seat your stomach was a little uneasy, you hoped she hadn’t blabbed about Jensen and yourself to someone.. Because you’d probably kill her. 

"You know that guy I've been talking to for about a month now, Alex? Well things are getting pretty serious, and he's asked me to move in with him." 

You sit there in silence for a moment. 

Not necessarily shocked, you could see they were getting pretty close, you knew it was coming.

What your biggest fear was is where the fuck are you gonna live now...

"I've decided to just give you the apartment." She said, handing you her key. 

You took it not knowing what to say at first. 

"Are you sure you want to do this? When are you going to get your stuff?" You asked, she looked down at her converse, looking even more guilty. 

"Well... he moved it out today for me. I called and asked the front desk to unlock, and lock the door for him. I'm sorry. I made sure my half of rent and utilities are paid up for the month. Kinda to give you a heads start." 

You couldn't be mad at her. She looked so pathetic, and besides you were glad that those two were finally moving forward with a relationship they’d been dancing around for a while now..

Grabbing her pulling you pull her into a hug.

"Thank you for everything you've done this past year." You tell her, and she hugged you back, both of you trying to not cry in that moment.

"Furniture and everything is still there. Just my clothes, and personal stuff will be gone, and we can still have lunch twice a week." She said, relieved you weren't angry with her.

The two of you hear heavy footsteps coming up from behind you, she looks over your shoulder, and gives you a knowing smile..

"Looks like I need to get going, See you in the morning." With that she practically runs to the exit. 

Turning you see Jensen headed up the aisle toward you. A little concerned look on his face as he watched your retreating friend.. 

"Hey everything okay?" He said, pulling you to him when you stood up from your seat, not caring who was around or who saw. 

He had been separated from you all day, you could tell he was past done with people period, and their rumors and theories.. 

"Yeah everything is fine I'll tell you later." You say, leaning your head against his shoulder for a moment.. 

You felt safe here... 

Even though the two of you were getting some weird looks from Misha, Rob, Richard, and the rest of the band...

"Did you get everything moved over to my room?" He asked, pushing a stand of loose hair behind your ear.

"Yeah everything is there. That's what I was doing during the photo op." You tell him, trying to make a good excuse as to why you weren't there today. Besides it wasn’t a lie, and you had a valid reason for not wanting to do ops, or anyone seeing you moving your crap to his room. 

"Okay, I'll only be about 30 minutes. Just got some loose ends to tie up before tomorrow." He said, bending down and giving you a peak on the lips, making everyone in the room jaw drop before heading to the stage where they were all waiting for him..

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Jensen's POV:

"So... you two officially a thing now?" Misha asked, batting his eyes at Jensen like an idiot. Jensen fought against the eye roll he wanted so desperately to give him, and just settled for a bitchface.

"That's got to be some sort of a record." Misha continued, propping himself up on one of the chairs Jensen and Jared were just sitting on. 

This time Jensen rolled his eyes at him.  Misha could be such a douche when he wanted to be. That or he was just being a little touchy still. 

"No, not officially." Jensen said in the most nonchalant way possible, trying to just brush it off. Although Jensen knew that was the reason for this 'Meeting' they wanted an answer to what was going on with him, and he couldn’t blow them off any longer he knew that...

"I talked to Andrew, and I'm going to be taking a week off before I head to Vancouver. As most of you know, I got some personal stuff I got to work through before I head back to Vancouver." 

Jensen there with his hands in his pockets, bracing himself for the onslaught of questions he knew were coming.. 

"What happened man?" Rob asked, seeming genuinely concerned. 

"A long progression of things that eventually led up to me catching her with another man yesterday." Jensen said, keeping more of the personal stuff to himself. Just using short answers, it was easier that way... 

Anger had taken the place of hurt. He was trying to control his emotions, but everything she had done to him over the years had made him hard. He didn't even notice most of the crap she was pulling at the time. Looks like hind sight really is 20/20.

"You know we're all here for you man. Whatever you need." Richard said, clapping his hand over Jensen’s shoulder, and giving him what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze. 

Jensen knew they all were hoping he’d go into more detail, but there were a lot of things he wasn’t ready to talk about just yet, hell some of it he was still working out for himself..

The rest of the meeting went on as expected, questions about new scripts and things that normally went on for shooting schedule’s having to be rearranged.

Jensen’s mind wasn’t really on any of it.. He just wanted to get done so that he could get back to Y/n, who was waiting in his room...

She already had a hold on him. 

Jensen was no idiot, and knew that being involved with someone already didn’t exactly look good, and that It wasn't the 'normal' thing to do; but he just couldn’t shake the way she makes him feel. 

There's so much in his life right now that's uncertain. 

The custody arrangement with his kids, who's gonna get the house in Austin, all the little details that come with a divorce. 

He doesn't want to think about having to do this alone, because he wasn’t sure he could live through it... That's why he wants SOO bad for this to work out with Y/n. 

He needs a win. 

For years now he’d been on the receiving end of an abusive relationship, and didn't even realize it until last night when he had someone wrapped in my arms that didn't act like they'd catch some incurable disease if he touched them. 

That’s what got him to thinking about the past 10 years... All the signs that he refused to see that because so obvious. 

He’d been miserable for years, and not he had a chance to be happy with someone, someone that seemed to actually give a shit, and he wasn’t about to walk away from that opportunity, no matter what other people thought, for once in his life, he was going to think about himself. 

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[sugarsugarmoon]

Bright Eyes - part 2

Summary: Yoongi won’t be caught so off guard this time...maybe...

Part 1: here

Genre: Smut. Angst. More smangst.

Warnings: oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex (do as I say, not as I write, wrap it up), drinking as a coping mechanism, Yoongi is sad and bisexual.

a/n: Cot dammit @taetaesbaebaepsae​, you have hurt us all. Alternatively, titled “Lover I Don’t Have to Love” (based on the Bright Eyes song - yes calling the fic Bright Eyes was intentional). Alternatively alternatively titled “Yoongi is a Whole Clown.”

Word Count: 2969

Yoongi knows he’s being overdramatic. He knows that he is over-correcting a little bit. But he’s hurt and embarrassed, so he does what he knows. He gets drunk.

Not only does he get drunk, he goes out to bars with Namjoon or Jimin almost every night and gets drunk. He even agrees to go to a club with Hoseok a couple of times. When the most attractive people in the bar start giving him attention, he lets it happen. He lets cute boys buy him drinks, and he dances with the girls who try to get him to dance. And when they try to take him home at the end of the night, he lets them do that too. He doesn’t mind the one night stands for a change. He thinks that maybe he can get used to it. 

One night, he takes home a guy from a club he went to with Hobi. He had danced with him most of the night, and Yoongi noticed how adeptly he moved his hips. Yoongi can’t even remember his name, maybe something with a T, and he has his hands all over Yoongi as soon as the door to his apartment closes. Like every hook up that he’s had for the last few weeks, Yoongi knows that, because of the alcohol and the sadness, it’s going to take more than just kissing to get hard. The guy pulls Yoongi’s shirt over his head and is placing gentle kisses down his neck on to his chest. Yoongi pulls him back up to kiss him. He pulls T (or whatever) against his body and slips his hands under his shirt, running his fingertips over the smooth skin. Yoongi rips the shirt over his head and presses his chest flush to him. He wants the skin contact, but then he panics about the intimacy of it.

“Get on your knees for me, baby, yeah?” he says, knowing that he’s just using the pet name because he doesn’t know this dude’s name.

The guy nods and slips onto the floor. He has his hands on Yoongi’s belt when Yoongi hears his phone go off. He decides it can wait. The man on his knees now has his hand in Yoongi’s underwear, fist wrapped around his cock. Yoongi grunts in approval and looks down at him. Honestly, this guy is ridiculously good looking. He has this dark hair that he has flipped out of his eyes a couple of times, skin with honey tones that’s so smooth Yoongi could caress it with his fingertips forever, and adorable little moles all over his face, including under his eye and the tip of his nose.

“Hyung, do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Yes. Can you do that for me, baby?” Yoongi rasps. He is now completely hard under this younger man’s hand, and he wants to feel the way that his pillowy lips feel wrapped around his dick.

He nods and runs his tongue along the length of Yoongi’s cock and around the head, and Yoongi groans again. He can’t wait until he’s hitting the back of this angel’s throat because the things he’s doing already feel amazing. Yoongi feels the younger man’s lips encircle the head of his cock, and he grips the back of Yoongi’s legs to bring him further into his throat. With this mouth around his cock, he can almost forget you. Almost.

As the man starts to slide up and down Yoongi’s cock, there’s a knock on the door.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi exclaims, and the man pulls off of him.

“Do you need to get that?”

“Ugh. Probably. Give me just a minute.” Yoongi pulls up his underwear and pants, not bothering to button them. He crosses from the living room, where he probably shouldn’t be getting a blowjob anyway since he has roommates, and opens the front door with annoyance, “what?!” falling from his lips.

It takes him a second to register what’s in front of him. Your bright eyes look glassy, hair messy, eyeliner thick, tits on display with that low top. HIs breath catches when he registers you. You take in his appearance too, and he becomes very aware of what he looks like right now: hair messy, shirtless, pants undone, dick clearly straining in his underwear, marks on his neck and chest, and obviously drunk. The two of you just stare at each other for a minute.

“y/n,” he whispers.

“I just..was in the neighborhood, and you didn’t text me back…” He’s forgotten how much he loves your voice, especially when you’ve been drinking. A little gravely from use and a slight twang to it. You’re so perfect it strikes him in the chest.

“I...I wish I would have known…” he trails off as the other man appears in the foyer.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Of course you’re busy. I shouldn’t have come. This was stupid,” you apologize and dart off down the hall.

“y/n, no wait!” Yoongi shouts after you, but you’re already gone.

When he turns back around, the man is looking at him apologetically. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just was going to ask you if you wanted me to go.” He’s wringing his shirt in his hands. He’s so pretty and sweet, and Yoongi is feeling devastated after you’ve left like that.

“No, you should stay and finish what you started.” Yoongi leads him into his bedroom, hoping to numb the pain by fucking this beautiful stranger.

The next morning, Yoongi wakes up tangled in his sheets with the man from the night before clinging to him. If he’s being honest, it’s the best fuck he’s had since you, but his head is pounding right now. He wriggles free and heads to the kitchen. He sees his phone on the counter and realized he hadn’t looked at it since before he got back last night. He has missed texts from Hobi and Namjoon, but there are two that make his heart skip.

y/n (Bright Eyes) 1:20am: Hey, u up?

y/n (Bright Eyes) 1:23am: Can I come over and show you how sorry I am?

Yoongi sets the phone down on the counter hard and runs his hand through his hair. He hadn’t really figured you’d be the type to send fuckboi texts. You had come over last night to try to hook up with him, and he had been with someone else. He smacks his hand down on the counter, knowing he had fucked up the one thing he wanted most. He grabs two painkillers from the cabinet and drinks directly from the faucet to swallow them.

When he turns around, the man whose mouth left all the marks currently on his chest is standing there.

“Hey, I’m gonna take off, but I had a good time. Call me if you want to do it again,” he murmurs, turning back to the door.

“Wait,” Yoongi says flatly, “put your phone number in my phone.” He hands his phone over and waits.

When he gets it back, he finally has a name for the man walking out his door. Taehyung.

After he showers and cleans himself up, Yoongi lies in bed staring at your name in his phone. He wants to send you something, tell you that Taehyung was only in his bed because you weren’t, tell you how much he misses the way you smell. Instead, he deletes the text thread, sets his phone on his nightstand, and rolls over to sleep.

A few days later, Yoongi decides to go to another open mic night. He tells himself that it isn’t because he hopes he sees you there and hopes you hear his poem. He says it’s because he needs to get some things off his chest and needs someone to listen to it. He throws on a white tee, black jeans, and a bomber jacket over top. He keeps running his hands through his hair trying to get it to lay how he wants.

When he gets to the coffee shop, it’s a little busier than the last time, and he doesn’t see you in the crowd, not that he’s looking for you. He signs up for a slot and sits to watch all the other participants. He can’t focus very well on anything, but he does register a girl named Tessa telling a story about if her friends were pocket sized. He doesn’t want to love it, but it’s so adorable that he can’t help but imagine how fun it would be to have Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jimin in pocket sizes too. They’d also be easier to put somewhere and ignore them if they were tiny.

He’s so lost in thought that he almost misses his cue to go up on stage. Yoongi approaches the microphone and pulls his phone out of his pocket to read from his notes. He starts reading his poem “Lover I Don’t Have to Love,” and he pauses at “I want a girl who’s too sad to give a fuck,” and scans the crowd. And of course he sees them. Your bright eyes, peering up at him from under your hair. He clears his throat and keeps reading. At the part that’s about you, he looks up and holds your eye contact.

You don’t flinch or wince or anything. You just keep his gaze like nothing has happened. When he finishes, the crowd claps for him and he glides off the stage. His feet try to carry him to you, but he decides to just go to the bar instead. He orders an Americano and is waiting when he hears a throat clear behind him.

He turns, and you’re there. You have your hair loose and unstyled under a beanie, a tank top that shows off the top of your breasts, and loose sweatpants. He’s taken aback by how much this look turns him on. Yoongi wants to trace his fingers along the line of your collarbone and shove his hand in your sweatpants. He wants to bite your exposed neck and mark you up. You seem to know what he’s thinking because you give him a knowing smirk.

He clears his throat. “Hey, what’s up?”

He is trying to be casual, but he’s more nervous than he’s been in a long time because he doesn’t know what you’re going to say.

“Your boyfriend here?” you ask.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Yoongi huffs, and when you continue to stare at him, he continues, “no, he’s not here.”

“Huh…too bad.” You’re so casual that Yoongi wants to scream. “I would have liked to fuck him.”

“Great. It’s not enough for you to fuck other guys; you have to fuck this one too? Great. Really mature, y/n.” He is immediately fuming. You haven’t said 10 words to him in weeks, and the first thing you say to him is that you want to fuck the guy you thought was his boyfriend.

“I mean,” you raise your eyebrows, “I thought we could fuck him together.”

Yoongi nearly chokes on air, and he suddenly isn’t sure what he usually does with his hands. He shoves them in his pockets and drops his eyes to the floor. He’s mumbling. “Well, I don’t even know if he’d be into that, and maybe I don’t know that I want to share.” 

“Ah, come on, Yoongi. You don’t want to share. Even with me?”

“Especially with you.” He grits his teeth, grabs his coffee off the counter, and starts to walk out. He doesn’t expect you to follow him because that isn’t your style. When he finally gets outside into the cool air, you grab his arm. He’s startled by you, and he turns to face you. The expression on your face leaves his mouth dry, and he isn’t sure what to do. He pushes you against the brick wall, putting as much of his body as he can manage against yours. You feel warm and familiar under him, and he hates himself for loving how it feels.

“What do you want from me?” he growls into your ear, ghosting his lips over your skin.

“I just missed you, Yoongi.”

He pulls away from you and starts walking toward the parking lot. He turns back when he hears that you aren’t following him. “Well, are you coming?”

You catch up to him, and the two of you walk in silence to his car together. You ride in silence besides the faint sound of hip hop music from the radio the whole way to his apartment. Once your inside, he pushes you up against the door and leans down until his lips are just millimeters from yours. “Is this what you want, bright eyes?”

You lean up and press your mouth gently to his. Against his lips, you whisper, “Yes, but you better not push me against anymore walls tonight.”

He leads you by the hand to his room, and you push him back onto the bed. You kick the door shut and toss your beanie aside. 

You seem more eager than usual because you are taking off all your clothes until you're just in your panties. Yoongi feels himself instantly plumping in his jeans. Your tits are gorgeous, and he’s forgotten how much he loved them. He’s shaking with anticipation of touching them.

Before you climb in his lap, he pulls his shirt over his head and pulls down his pants, wiggling awkwardly out of them while lying down. You straddle him, and he can feel how warm your core is through your underwear. He thinks he’s going to start whining and begging if you don’t give it to him soon because he’s missed you so much.

Like you read his mind, you ask, “Did you miss me, baby?”

He nods slowly, bringing his hands to your hips. He’s forgotten how soft your skin was, how much he loved running the pads of his fingers over your curves. He’s trying to slow himself down because he doesn’t want you to know that he’s been thinking about this every single day since the last time.

“Show me how much,” you say.

He flips you on to your back wordlessly. He slips between your legs, pushing them apart. You spread them further for him, and he pushes your panties to the side as he runs his tongue over your clit and your folds.

“So wet,” he whispers, “Is this for me?”

“Yeah, Yoongi, it’s only for you,” you breathe out, grabbing on to his hair and pulling hard.

He gasps against you then brings your clit between his lips, sucking hard. Running his tongue over your clit slowly, he’s hitting all the right spots and soon you’re writhing under him. It brings him satisfaction to watch you fall apart under his tongue, knowing it’s him making you lose control. You cum against his tongue, thighs trying to shut around his head, but he holds them open.

He keeps moving his tongue against you after you come down, and you pant, “Yoongi too much.”

“I think you can take it, doll.” He keeps rolling his tongue over your clit in slow, deliberate circles. He collects your arousal on his tongue. He’s intoxicated by the smell and taste of you. He’s drunk on the way that you look under him, wiggling and moaning. He’s never wanted anything more than he wants you, but he would never say that out loud. He slides his fingers into you, curling them upward while he continues his motions with his tongue. You cum again around his fingers, and he feels like his chest is going to burst with pride.

He crawls up the bed to your face, kissing you with his glistening lips. “Can I fuck you now?”

You nod, and Yoongi pulls your panties all the way down. He lines himself up with you, pushing in adeptly. He forgot how good your pussy feels, like hot silk.  You’re already clenching around him, and he knows he can’t hold it for very long. He brings his thumb to your clit and growls, “let’s try for three?”

It isn’t long until you’re coming around him, and he’s coming undone at the way that you feel. He cums rope after rope inside of you. He leans down, panting and kisses your lips. He whispers, “thank you” before he rolls off of you. Soon the two of you are drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning, Yoongi wakes up to see that you are already awake, scrolling on your phone. He stretches and moans a little. You turn and look at him with a smile on your face, “Good morning, sleepy. Do you think maybe we should talk now?”

“About what?” He stretches again and then traces his fingertips down your waist and hip.

“About us, Yoongi.”

“No, I don’t think we need to. You made it pretty clear what this is. Besides, I don’t really have time right now because I’m supposed to get lunch with Taehyung today, and we slept in a little bit. I need to get going, actually.”

Hurt flashes in your eyes, and, even though it wasn’t his intention, he feels vindicated that he’s hurt you a little bit.

“No, you’re right. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page.” Your voice wavers a little bit from your usual confident tone, but you quickly regain your composure. You get dressed, and Yoongi walks you to the door. He kisses your cheek goodbye. After he shuts the door, he sighs and leans against the door.

What the fuck is wrong with me? he thinks to himself as he texts Taehyung to see if he wants to get lunch.

[kingsofeverything]

Thank you to all of you who’ve read, left kudos, commented, messaged, or screamed in my inbox about anything I’ve written. I love you guys! 

I wanted to start off with fests! In 2019, with a total of 133 fics combined, I modded or helped mod:

Smut Free 1D Fic Fest @smutfree1dfest​

Shake the Dust Off Quick Fic Fest

Wanker’s Day Fic Fest @wankersday​

28 Proposals Fic Fest @28proposalsfest​

and One Direction Big Bang @onedirectionbigbang​ with the best co-mods in the universe, @londonfoginacup​ and @beccasafan​

I wrote 27 fics this year, which is funny because that’s a lot, but it also doesn’t count the number of fics I’ve started and abandoned. I thought I’d list my 2019 fics in order of posting:

One Touch Is Never Enough (3853 words) (Jan. 20) 

Leave Your Mark On Me (32059 words) (Jan. 29)

Insomnis (500 words) (Feb. 3)

Wine Not? (20704 words) (Mar. 1)

Size Difference (1229 words) (Mar. 15)

It's been a long, cold, lonely winter (443 words) (Mar. 24)

A Larry Limerick (29 words) (Mar. 24)

I’ll Show You Magic (5330 words) (Apr. 11)

Snow Big Deal (8390 words) (Apr. 15)

An Unbalanced Force (110750 words) Apr. 16)

Graphic design is my passion (6482 words) (Apr. 19)

If I Can’t Have You (2508 words) (May 28)

BLVD (12092 words) (May 28)

Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby (4144 words) (May 28)

Dancing In My Dreams (3139 words) (June 11)

Home Remedies (4230 words) (Aug. 19)

Down On the Farm (5258 words) (Aug. 20)

Rub Me the Right Way (3636 words) (Aug. 23)

One Man's Ceiling Is Another Man's Floor (3713 words) (Oct. 28)

A Change In Momentum (666 words) (Oct. 31)

The Devil Went Down to Georgia (666 words) (Oct. 31)

Is that a candy cane in your pocket? (4868 words) (Nov. 15)

Strangers In The Night (9373 words) (Nov. 17)

Missed Connection (2997 words) (Nov. 25)

Heels Over Head (3455 words) (Nov. 26)

It’s About Time (3522 words) (Dec. 16)

Even at my worst, I'm best with you (2969 words) (Dec. 22)

[mcuamerica]

Always On My Mind (ii)

“Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time You were always on my mind” - Willie Nelson

Summary: History between two performers can be complicated when they have to be lovers in a new movie that could take both their careers to another level.

Pairings: Actor!Tom x Actress!Reader; Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, some fluff, mentions of violence/harm, anxiety; italics are lines in the movie  (disclaimer: This is an AU where Tom is an actor. I do not own Tom or any of the people mentioned in this fanfic; I am just using his name/face/characteristics for this fanfic. This is not how Tom acts and I do not know him, so, therefore, I do not know if he would do any of this. Any characters that resemble people IRL are completely coincidental.)

Words: 2969

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prologue - one

It was hard, to say the least. Not only did you love acting, but you loved acting with Tom. That part, having to act with him, having to be in love with him, that was hard. It wasn’t seeing his muscles contort as you two went through fight choreo, it wasn’t hearing his soft voice every single day, it wasn’t even the steamy love scene that you both had to rehearse for two hours to get just right (which in reality was ridiculous because the two of you used to have plenty of steamy exchanges and definitely knew how to make it intimate). It wasn’t any of that, it was pretending that you loved him. In hindsight, it was his character. But it was Tom’s face, it was still him. You couldn’t get over the fact that you had to spend every day with someone you loved, while telling yourself and everyone around you that you did not, in fact, love him.

Currently, you were both on a break. It was the last rehearsal before you starting shooting, and it seemed they saved the hardest for the last. There was a huge fight scene where Sebastian and Delilah got in a brawl with the mob leaders when they found out there were two cops in the room. Both characters acted like they had no clue, but one of the leaders had proof that Delilah was one of the cops. Jon and the fight choreographer had both of you going hard. Tom seemed to breeze through the choreo at first, but at the end of it, you could tell he was struggling. You, on the other hand, were struggling from the beginning. You had done fighting scene’s before, but this was different. It was intricate and tight. You had to make every duck and every punch or you would go down. Even though you never actually made contact with the punch, and neither did the others around you, it could still hurt if you got it wrong.

“You’re doing good (Y/N),” Tom said after he took a sip out of his water bottle. “It’s hard, but it’s a good workout, right?” He joked. You replied with a grin on your face, shaking your head.

“I don’t know what gave you that thought, because I’m out of breath. And out of energy,” You muttered, taking another swig of water. You must’ve looked like a mess. You had your hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of your face, yet half of the strands had fallen out. You could feel the red in your face from the number of times you fell on the floor and got back up again. Even with the towel to dry off the sweat, you still felt like you needed a shower.

Yet, with the amount of exercise and strength that was used, Tom still looked amazing. His hair wasn’t styled today, reminding you of how it used to look. It was curly and uncontrolled, but it still seemed perfect to you. He was barely sweating, and when he got close, you continued to smell his cologne from the beginning of the day to now.

“That means it’s working.” He said, pointing at you for a second before looking over to the stunt doubles who were running the fight sequence. “You think we can get there?” He asked, looking over to you.

“Well, yeah.” You said nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m sure we can do that just as perfect as the professionals.” You joked, leaning back in your chair. “Just you know, after another month of practice.”

Tom and you both burst into laughter. You almost got the sequence, just needed it to be quicker. Both of you knew it would be good, but it was nice to joke about it. The fight would never be as good as the stunt doubles, they were the ones that actually took punches when filming, who fell from the tall buildings if it was too dangerous. Aside from not actually making physical contact, you both were doing well with the choreo. 

“My God, we would be off the movie if we couldn’t get it done by then,” Tom said in between laughs. You nodded in agreement and wiped your eyes. “I think we both need to rest, this isn’t even that funny.” He pointed out.

Your laughter died down with a nod of the head. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” You said and stretched, taking another drink from your bottle. “It doesn’t help that we stayed up all last night watching the Marvel movies.”

“Hey, you fell asleep during Thor.” He scolded, causing you to narrow your eyes in sarcasm.

“It was 3 in the morning and we got up at 6 yesterday!” You argued and he nodded, giving you a little smirk. You rolled your eyes jokingly and got up. “Alright smart guy, I’m going to go learn my choreo, because I actually got sleep last night.” You teased and nudged his shoulder before you walked over to your stunt double.

***

You had gone over the sequence many times with your double and Jon finally asked Tom and you to do it with the other leads. You had nailed all of the hits and dodges until you tripped over a flap, stumbling against a few actors until you got to Tom. He caught you right before you had the chance to fall down. “T-Thanks.” You muttered as Tom pulled you up.

“Well, I got my Spidey reflexes you know.” He teased and looked at you. “Seriously though, are you okay?” He asked.

You nodded and sighed, standing up on your own. You looked around and felt your face blush when you saw everyone staring at you. “Sorry,” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “Tripped.. over the flap..” You muttered and pointed to it.

Jon told you that it was fine then asked everyone to reset. You let out a breath and did a few jumps to loosen you up again. You nodded when the actor across from you asked if you were ready, and you started the fight again.

The fight went perfectly this time, you ended up on the ground, on purpose this time.

“Say your lines, if you’ve got them memorized,” Jon called out.

You held onto your stomach, where the wound was going to be and looked up to Tom.

“You don’t... need to... do this... Seb..”

“I can’t- I can’t lose you De, I can’t.”

“The mission... is more...”

“Don’t, don’t... Don’t say that. You aren’t more important than a mission. Come on De, stay awake for me. The ambulance is on the way.”

“Go... go get them. Please.”

“Alright, alright that’s good. Put more emotion into it when we do it. But you’ll have time to prepare for it.” Jon said, walking over to us. Tom hummed and helped you off the ground.

“I didn’t have time to listen to my cry playlist.” He joked, causing you to laugh.

“Oh that cry playlist, the best playlist of yours I think.” You teased and nudged him as you grabbed your water bottle again. You couldn’t try and be serious about the scene, or him catching you. It would just lead to more feelings and you did not need those feelings now. Not when you were going to start filming after the weekend. 

Tom gave you the same laugh and smirk as before, going over to get his things once Jon announced that was all to be done today. “Oh, and (Y/N)? Good luck on the press you’ve got this weekend.” Jon bid you as you were walking out. You thanked him and went over to the car. You were doing a two-day press tour, if it could even be called that, to promote the new movie you had filmed about a year ago. You were just doing a few talk shows, prerecording them so they would come out this week. Then on Thursday, you would fly out to LA to see the premiere as they filmed the few scenes you weren’t in for this movie.

“You’re doing press this weekend?” Tom asked, jogging out after you. Turning around, you rose your eyebrows at the question.

“Yeah, Hover is premiering on Thursday night in LA, I’ve gotta do some press for it. In my contract.” You said and narrowed your eyes. “I thought you knew that, didn’t I mention it?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

He shrugged, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think you did. But it’s fine. I just wanted to hang out a little more before filming, you know, for the characters.” Tom said, even though he really just wanted to spend more time with you.

“Well.. uh... I guess you could tag along to watch the press. If you really wanted to. I’m just filming a few things for YouTube channels and then the New York late-night shows anyway.” You suggested. Having Tom with you during press for another movie wasn’t the best idea, but of course, you didn’t realize that until later.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude or take over. We can hang out when you get back to the hotel.” He said, stepping back nervously. He knew how you were insecure about being in his shadow, and he didn’t want to take the spotlight from you while you were promoting your own movie. 

“Tom it’s fine. Anyone asks we’re just going to tell them that it’s for the movie we’re working on.” You told him, shrugging as you got in the car to head back to the hotel. “Are you coming or not?” You asked and rose your eyebrows.

“Oh-Oh yeah.” He said and hopped in the car, sliding into the seat next to you. “I bet we can get through The Winter Soldier tonight if you’ll stay up.” Tom teased, trying to get rid of the tension between you two.

You glanced over to him, knowing that you needed to rest tonight or press tomorrow would be torture. Instead of saying that, you gave in and said, “Yeah, I can do it... all day.” You joked, nudging his arm.

***

Press was going well. Tom had come with you to shoot the WIRED Autocomplete Interview, standing on the side and watching as you answered the questions. Luckily, Tom wasn’t in any of them. Even though you were dating when neither of you were big actors, you still were in the public eye more than most. You were afraid that it would surface, but by some miracle, it hadn’t yet. After the WIRED interview, you did a BuzzFeed quiz at the same studio, then shot some interviews with a couple of reporters. Tom was there the entire time, even though you told him he could’ve left. You really didn’t want to be promoting a movie in the middle of filming another one, because separately the two were tiring enough. They weren’t any better together. But Tom insisted on staying. He knew that it could be dreadful without having any friends nearby during the press junkets. Archer was there with you, but it still wasn’t the same. Archer had to be, Tom chose to be there. Him being there kept you awake and entertained during the repetitive interviews.

After the Sunday interviews were over, Tom and you went out to get something to eat. You both had been cooped up in the hotel and the studio and wanted something other than takeout or fast food. So, in turn, you went to a small restaurant just a couple blocks from the hotel.

“I forgot what it was like to go out, we’ve been bingeing Netflix for the entire month,” Tom said after both of you ordered what you wanted to eat. “Nice to be out though, especially since not many people know we’re filming. We got a little privacy.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s good for you. Big movie star can’t go anywhere without being spotted.” You teased with a sly grin on your face. “But after all of that press, I’m ready to go back to the hotel and not answer another question for a month.” You said dramatically.

“Well, I’ve got one more question for you before you go do that,” Tom said, leaning forward on the table. You narrowed your eyes, taking a sip of your water, waiting for him to go on. “How do you like being a big movie star?” He teased. You rolled your eyes, giving him an unimpressed look. “Seriously, you were great in those interviews. And they weren’t basic questions like a lot of them can be.” He said.

“I’m glad you thought that because I felt like I said the same answer over and over.” You said, burying your head in your hands. “Besides with that one reporter... What was his name? Kevin! I loved his questions.” You perked your head up, your mood increasing slowly.

“Oh, right! He’s always been into every interview I’ve had with him. Nice to see him again.” Tom said, agreeing with you at his in-depth questions. You talked about a few more interviews as you ate the food the waiter brought. 

“Well, we should probably get going. We’ve got the first day of filming tomorrow.” Tom said, signing for the check. You told him that you could split it, but like the gentleman he was, he didn’t even let you take a look at the check. Or ask the waiter.

“Might as well walk to the hotel, it’s only three blocks.” You said, Tom getting up from the table with you.

As you two walked to the hotel together, you talked more about the movie and your schedules. It had gotten cold outside and you only had on a tank top. “I love New York, but the rain it gets out of nowhere is ridiculous.” You said when a few drops of water fell from the sky.

“It’s only two blocks away.” A couple seconds after that statement left Tom’s lips, it started to pour. “Okay, maybe we just take cover.” He muttered and grabbed your hand out of habit, pulling you towards an awning where you would both stay dry.

“Just what we needed.” You said, rubbing your arms. “I just had to say we could walk.”

“I liked it,” Tom muttered, looking at you with soft, tender eyes. “We get to spend more time together.” He said honestly. Your eyes widened slightly at his words, almost responding until he started talking again. “Listen, (Y/N), I know we said we would keep our feelings onset and at rehearsals, but I can’t do that. It’s not working for me. You... The day you left my parent’s house was terrible for me. Ever since then it has been hard to spend the days without you, without being near you. I- I realized that I don’t like that feeling, I can’t stand being away from you. Not after this month and not after-”

You kissed him, passionate but soft. You couldn’t help it, he was rambling about how he needed to be around you. He was saying the exact same thing that you’ve been thinking throughout the last month. You felt Tom kiss you back with the same, if not more, amount of affection.  “Me too.” You muttered on his lips.

You slowly pulled away, looking up at him as you released your hands from his neck. Your head turned as a flash went off from the corner of your vision. “Oh my god,” you muttered and turned around, seeing a person with a camera standing on the other side of the street. You stepped away from Tom and started walking, not caring that it was raining.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” Tom called after you, glancing around and chasing after you. “We can’t just kiss and you run away from me.” He said with a small whine in his tone.

“Yes, I can Tom because there was a paparazzi taking a picture of us. And if I’m seen with you like that everyone is going to forget about the movie I’m in that’s coming out next week and focus on the fact that we just kissed in public, while filming a romantic movie together. No one is going to see how good these two movies are because they are just going to be focusing on that one picture and I can’t deal with that anxiety and that shadow.” You ramble, reaching the hotel a lot quicker than you thought you would.

Tom grabbed your hand and turned you around, forcing you to look at it. “You know that’s not true. Something like this happened with Zendaya and I and the Spider-Man movie still did great. You should know that no matter what, people are still going to see you as an incredible actress.” He tried to reassure you but you didn’t hear any of it. It was an irrational fear, being afraid of Tom’s shadow. You were a great actress, and you knew that in every single moment except this one. The time Tom reveals his feelings, the time you kiss for the first time in a long time, just happened to be the one time that an idiot with a camera takes a picture. And for that specific reason, you freaked out. You couldn’t calm down, not even when Tom gave you the concerned puppy look that you loved. It gave you more anxiety, looking at him, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to be with him because of your panic.

You didn’t even respond to Tom, you just walked into the hotel and went to the elevator, closing the door so Tom couldn’t come in. You stood in the elevator, soaking wet, and your mind trying to process everything that just happened.

[stony-ao3-feed]

Summers Folly

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xlqlzH

by samptra

Famous horror novelist TSteve nodded looking pensive for a moment, like he was about to say something, opening his mouth before shutting it again.

“If you need anything,” he said finally pulling a white card out of his pocket, “My home number is here and my cell…call me.” He smiled once more and with a little wave headed out the door and to his truck.

Tony watched him until he was gone down the lane, wondering what Steve had really wanted to say to him, he looked at the small card and shrugged he had no idea what it was and he guessed it really didn’t matter.

Later he would regret not pushing Steve to tell him.

Words: 2969, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Bruce Banner

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Horror, Romance, Slow Burn, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Young Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Horror, author Tony Stark, Handyman Steve Rogers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2xlqlzH

[shortmage]

oh its been forever since i’ve done one of these! tagged by @ghostlyhauntings​

rules: answer 20 questions + tag 20 people to get to know them better.

nickname: carak

zodiac sign: leo

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

height: 5′2"

last thing i googled: does spiritual weapon get an opportunity attack?

favorite musicians: fall out boy, joywave, dolly parton, im sure many many more but those are the major players rn

song stuck in my head: the moss - cosmo sheldrake

followers: 2969

following: 527

do you get asks: super rarely

amount of sleep: from 6 to 9 hours and i usually wake up every 3 hours

lucky number: 7

what are you wearing: shirt for the university i work at/went to and pj bottoms

dream job: someone paying me to just do whatever research i wanna do

instruments: i played flute and tuba in middle school but not since then

dream trip: im not sure...i almost got to go to japan in high school and due to issues i couldnt and i really really want to one day

languages: english and just a shade of gaeilge 

random fact: i was born on 8/8 at 12:12 and weighed 8 pounds 8 ounces, lots of doubles

favorite song: i couldn’t possibly make this decision but also non-ironically country roads makes me thinks of my childhood and makes me feel warm

aesthetic: soft goth professor who you’re almost certain has been working at the university for more years than possible to be a normal human age and most definitely lives in the library and knows every graveyard in the city far too intimately

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i was tagged by @el-tangoderoxanne

rules: answer 22 questions and tag 22 people

nicknames: my nieces calls me mêmê

height: 158 cm

last movie i saw: rush (2013)

last thing i googled: nba streams reddit

favourite musician: taylor swift, snsd

song stuck in my head: into the new world_snsd.mp3

other blogs?: nope

followers: 2969

following: 1263

amount of asks: 0

lucky numbers: 7, 18, 97

what are you wearing?: shorts and white t shit

dream job:  sports psychologist

dream trip: uk, china, spain, all latino countries

favourite food: rn lasagna

instruments: none

languages: portuguese, english, some spanish

favourite song: many

random fact: I born in november but only in february my parents decided my name

aesthetic: bi colous 

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I posted like a week ago that I’d been in the 2,96-something followers range for the past year and y’all apparently took it as a challenge so thanks for 2,980 followers, lovelies~