#oh wow this is so long. urm

[metamodernisms]

ive decided that i want to yet again reminisce on the dream smp tonight. the bloody and brutal, vibrant and heart wrenching experience of the dream smp. i truly believe being so deeply entrenched in the dsmp as we all were; the staying up at horrendous hours to see streams, enduring the most strenuous circumstances to attend one, the emotional rollercoasters that came with watching them, the deeply threaded storylines and unbelievably human characters, the clunky plotlines that seemed to be missing so much yet in the burned parts there was always something more behind it. the collective dash posts whenever something big happened. the art and memes and fics and songs and crafts and everything inbetween. the community it knitted together, the bonds forged? i sincerely believe nothing as unique as The DreamSMP Experience will never happen again. not for a Long, Long while at least. millions of lives were so deeply impacted by that shitass server, and although many members turned out to be. Subpar. many still look at it fondly. most have moved on to different people and fandoms but weve all still got that inseperable tie to it. that shits not letting go man. what an ethereal piece of media. tgif

[mslevbiascorner]

KOKUTO NEJI (JACK JEANNE)

Who is Kokuto Neji?

Kokuto or Kuro is one of the love interests (LIs) in the otome game titled Jack Jeanne. He is the Boss/Leader/Director/Playwright/Lyricist of Quartz Class, he is also one of the third year students alongside Kai and Sarafumi.

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I just want to warn you that this is going to be a long ass post because this dude got me on CHOKEHOLD and second, WHY THE FUCK DID THEY MADE HIM SO FREAKIN' HOT?!

Okay, I have standards in otome games y'know? I like smart, kuuderes, serious/villain characters, with that being said, Kokuto is the urm kinda opposite, he's so freakin' loud, whimsical and eccentric for my taste.

When I started playing the game I was aiming for Mutsumi Kai, I was attracted to him because he is a classically handsome otome LI, and definitely exudes kuudere vibes lol. Despite the urge of playing Kai's route first, I decided to stick with the reviews, I've played Suzu, Fumi and Kai's route.

Wait whut? So where is Soshi and Mitsuki?

Okay, okay, believe me I really wanted to finish all the routes first before Kokuto but GODDAMN I just can't take it anymore I had to skipped Soshi and Mitsuki for him (I'm so sorry). I was so drawn by him, I felt like he's watching me from behind and telling me to PLEASE DO MY ROUTE ALREADY, you have no idea how daunting it is and how hard it is to resist the urge of playing his route because WHAT THE FUCK?

Why he got me on CHOKEHOLD [May Contain Minor/Major/Out of Context Spoiler]

Character Design: 10/10

Yeah I know, some of you will probably attack me for this rating because some players hated his hair, but let's not talk about that, I love his hair it suits him perfectly, period. I like his uniform a lot! He looks so neat and likes wearing long polo sleeves which I sooooo fuckin' love! I like his aesthetics because I can definitely do his style. I actually realized that he really does look like a film director. Also, those jaded eyes dude, those freakin' eyes, he looks like a CAT and I love cats! I think he deviates to the "usual" otome handsome LI due to his design that is very Tokyo Ghoul(ish), but nevertheless he is very very handsome and attractive, 100/10 would smash, lol.

Talent: 10/10

LISTEN y'all, Kokuto Neji is INSANELY TALENTED I'm telling you that! This is not even an exaggeration. His forte are writing and directing, but I was at complete shock that he can also ACT, SING, DANCE, and even WRITE A SONG! And oh, the fact that he can play both Jack and Jeanne roles is a major WOW to me. At first, I was not taking his acting seriously because he picks a role that is so so so random lol, often times he has been outshined by other characters but not until he played as Domina in Oh! Rama Havenna! like urgh! His acting is superb, there's already a foreshadowing about his personal story there. His singing voice is so gooooood as well, I love Ghost Party and Intense Confessions at the Confessional, he ate those songs up!

Kisa's inner monologue (same girl, same)

Yep he did that!

Personality: 9/10

Fuck my life and why I haven't met a person like him in real life? Haha! Kokuto is too complex since you'll never know what's going on inside his head, in fact, Kai mentioned that Kokuto doesn't know how to communicate very well despite his eccentricity, Neji can be very serious if it's related to acting projects, he can be cold asf, iykyk. It's a no brainer, Kokuto is a gifted one, a genius as called by many but because of that he tends to be selfish, inconsiderate, unreasonable and brutally honest at times, I think this is a conundrum with intelligent people in general. I also believed that the writers (Sui Ishida and Shin Towada) perfectly convey the word "genius" through Neji. While I admit that he is quite self-centered I think Neji just wants the best for the members and for the Quartz, he is the class leader and has the responsibility over them. He wanted to push everyone because he believed that they are more than capable of what they can offer.

Neji realizing that he went overboard, lol, he is so precious huhu

This hit me like a train

Of all LIs Kokuto's dialogues are my favorite, they are deep but at the same time very sensible, I like introspective people in real life. Also, Kokuto is so freakin' FUNNY! Oh good lord, you have no idea, there were no dull moments with him! I had to admit, his role as Crowley in their final performance almost got me so emotional but his comedic lines ruined it for me I ended up laughing instead, LOL! Despite being a troublemaker to Quartz and to his previous class I love how his teachers acknowledges his talent and even waited for him to finish the final script when they can just use the Univeil archive but they opted not to (Neji best boy >.<).

LMAO! This is probably one of his unforgettable dialogues!

STORY: 10/10

Despite all the spoilers I've read, his story still surprised me to a great extent. Okay, perhaps the main reason why I liked Kokuto is because his story and my personal story is similar even his contemplations/sentiments are the same as mine. Of course, unlike him I am no genius, just an average person but I also like doing things that piques my interest, we have the same blood type and love over food especially rice lol. I've read reviews about his route being lackluster or Kokuto being irrational, some even said that his route has a great potential but went down hill for some reason. I'd say Neji's route is not for everyone, of course he has flaws. With his experience with his father Kokuto formed a certain defense mechanism channeling his emotional burden to somebody else. Despite the trauma, Kokuto still respects his father, admired him as an excellent director, and even inspired him to become an excellent playwright. My mind and heart were so conflicted when Neji got his writer's block because huh? Why he can't accept the fact that he's inlove, of course he cannot think of anything duh? I emphatize with Kisa like it's not her fault to begin with, however I can't also invalidate Neji's feeling because after all he's protecting himself from potential heartache and because of his past experience *sob*. Moreover, it so refreshing too see Neji in stage acting as a lead actor, and bringing his own script to life. He's always been working so hard behind Quartz and let other members shine. Also, I am convinced that Neji purposely wrote the Sissia of the Central Nation for Kisa even without his route, I say this because I've played 3 routes before him and to think that the final play was actually based on Kisa's story is quite a mystery, perhaps he knew her secret after all?

Yes Chui, I agree.

ROMANCE: 100/10

Hoo boy we’ve come this far, aren’t we? Yeah, I mentioned that he deviates to the classically handsome otome, at first I was like “this character is so random, What's with the hair? Can he romance me tho? What is it going to be like?” Those questions became the driving force for me to finally give in! Also BRUH?! Kokuto’s affection events left me in awe, my heart really went “doki doki” did I also mentioned that I liked Kai?! Yes, Kai’s affection events were good but Neji went TRIPLE! He got me kicking my feet, giggling and twirling my hair, I had to put down my switch in order to process my emotions because goddamn what was even that for?! He was such a tease like I didn’t even expect those.

KYAHHHHH!!! This one left me in SHOOKT! Yep this is not an acting anymore lol

Despite JJ's limited romantic offerings, Kokuto's affection events can compete with Piofiore or other similar games I've played even without kissing CG or 18+ CGs, that's how impactful his route is. I'd say his route had a right amount of romance. His antics and exaggeration makes him even more adorable his lines were the best! I guess it all boils down to him being a writer and an actor, gosh he knows exactly how to play with words! My favorite line of his is probably during the Univeil Performance, the scene where Sissia (Kisa) and Crowley (Kokuto) where about to perform the final song: Sissia: I can’t understand 80% of what you say. Crowley: Though it may be trouble for you, I absolutely love the time I spend with you, speaking feverishly on the 80 percent you don’t understand DUDDDEEEEEEE this line particular is so touching! :( please help me to hold all these feels. After playing his route I can say that Kokuto and Kisa really fit and compliment each other and could make a power couple! (Me to myself: you wish that was you huh?) which actually make sense since Kokuto has always been looking for a "gear" as he claimed himself as the "mechanic"

That's it for my Kokuto Neji appreciation post, I am officialy brainrotting but I have to keep going I have like 9 otome titles to play with lol. I will be thinking about him until I'm 40. Ciao!

[bonniebird]

Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested by Anon

Halloween 2020 Masterlist

Halloween 2020 event rules

Halloween Prompt list

“Hey Sweet pea, where’s your jacket?” Fangs asked. It had dawned on him as he watched Sweet Pea talking that he hadn't seen him wear it for a few days.

“(Y/N) asked to borrow it.” He said casually.

“You just let (Y/N) take your jacket?” Toni asked him dubiously and he shrugged.

“Oh come on guys, you know (Y/N)!” He objected when Toni snickered at him. “So small, that big eyed look you get when (Y/N) wants something.”

Sweet Pea looked positively flustered as he spoke. The group began teasing Sweet Pea when Cheryl rushed in, dragging Kevin along behind her.

“You will not believe what is happening!” Cheryl said in a tone that was caught between devilish delight and polite horror.

“(Y/N)’s halloween costume is insane.” Kevin said.

“I thought (Y/N) said we all knew what the costume was?” Betty said as you hurried into the room, followed by Jughead who was shaking his head.

“Wow.” Toni muttered as Cheryl agreed with her.

“Does my costume look spooky to you?” You asked the group as you did a little twirl.

“Are you dressed as a south side serpent. Isn’t that a little… rude?” Betty offered and she saw your eyes go wide.

“Oh! No! I just meant to be Sweet Pea! He’s so big and scary. I couldn’t think of anything else that was scary enough!” You explained as you shuffled your feet. “I have another costume that Ronnie gave me but it’s kinda short.”

“Well if you’re trying to be Sweet Pea you’ve got all this wrong.” Toni explained as she hurried over. “You need the neck tattoo.” For a moment she let you panic as if you’d end up with one before the halloween party later that night but you snapped the top off a sharpie and started drawing on your neck.

“You need to look more angry about everything and… kinda like you haven’t slept in weeks because the sandman is scared of you.” Jughead said and Betty hopped up from the seat next to him.

“I can do that for you, eyeshadow should do it.” She said cheerfully.

“We should swap jackets too. That way you’ll look more like… me.” Sweet Pea said reluctantly as he handed over his vest. You gave back his jacket but didn’t have time to see the smile on his face as he shrugged it on because Cheryl had turned your head for Toni.

“Does it look better now?” You asked nervously.

“Wait!” Fangs said quickly. He hurried away and came back over with a large white sticker. He peeled the back off and stuck it to the front of Sweet Pea’s vest.

“Fake Sweet Pea. Nicer than big, real Sweet Pea.” You read as he sat back down.

“Hey! What’s this!” FP said as he entered the room with Archie and his dad. “Nice Sweet Pea costume (Y/N), it really came together. Jug, I need you and urm boys.” FP motioned.

“What’s going on?” Betty asked quickly.

“Somethings come up, I’ll let you guys know as soon as I can. Arichie found something.” FP explained. Betty reluctantly nodded and watched them file out. The bell rang and you all started to head to your classes.

“So, to be clear. You’re telling me that… you’ve been kidnapped by the gargoyle king. Almost murdered by Ghoulies, saw the black hood running down Betty’s road. Yet the scariest thing you could think of was Sweet Pea?” Toni teased.

“He looks so mad all the time!” You insisted and she chuckled.

“I don’t know. I think there are some times when he’s with a certain someone that he’s happy.” Cheryl said as she linked her arms with yours.

“Yeah, you and Fangs do cheer him up a lot Toni!” You said cheerfully, waving to the group as you hurried over to Veronica who was waiting at the door for an update on where Arichie had rushed off too.

“We… We all agree that Sweet Pea had an obsessive crush on (Y/N) and that (Y/N) is oblivious to it. Right. I’m not the only one getting that vibe?” Kevin said quickly as they headed on further down the corridor.

“It’s more than a crush. Since the Gargoyle king incident, then the Ghoulies. Sweet Pea had a couple of the Serpents camp in the woods by (Y/N)’s house until we were sure they were dealt with. He’s the reason FP had been giving Jughead and (Y/N) rides to school.” Betty explained as they walked down the corridors.

“Aw but they would make a cute couple!” Toni said in a mockingly disappointed voice.

“They would T! He’s so big and blergh and (Y/N) is the tiny physical embodiment of a pom pom ball on a fairy light. It would be a thing I guess.” Cheryl agreed.

“So I’m hearing that the plan for the Halloween party is to get (Y/N) and Sweet Pea to… I guess acknowledge that they like each other? I feel like if we make them fall in love at night or whatever they’d freak out.” Kevin popped up as they filled into the classroom and took their seats.

“Believe me, Jug and I have tried. They’re just, wakedr around each other.” Betty muttered as you pulled her books from her bag.

“It’s not impossible though. All the groundwork is there; we just need to make the night tres chic.” Cheryl summed up as the teacher walked in. Betty shrugged and let out a long sigh. Jughead had likened you and Sweet Pea admitting you liked each other to getting two opposite ends of a magnet to stick together.

[lizzzweasley]

Hand-Me-Downs (George x Reader)

*This is a re-write of my original story so make the overall series flow better*

🖤This is a follow-on from Love Potion, so if you haven’t read that, read that first if you want the whole story🖤

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You woke up the next morning and sat up in your bed, looking at the love potion you had taken out your pocket and put on your bedside table.

Yoy have to tell him, the love potion, on the train, smelled like him.

You sit there staring at the sprawl of books on your bed.

Angelica walks in, she is looking as gorgeous as ever, but slightly disheveled. She always woke up an hour before you to make sure her makeup and hair looked perfect for the day.

“You okay, y/n?” She asked, walking into the dorm

“Yeah, I’m just thinking, are you?” You asked, but she was already looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her makeup and hair, so she didn’t really hear your response.

“I’m gonna go downstairs, do you want anything?” You asked Angelica

“I’m okay Thankyou! Just “ate” she gave you a wink “with Freddie”

You looked her up and down, the attempts to fix her makeup were obvious now.

You walked down the long winding steps, into the great hall. You search the hall looking for George but no sign of the Ginger haired, pixie pop drinking boy.

Penelope noticed the confusion in your face.

“Looking for someone” she asked from a seated position

“I was just wondering if you’ve seen George” you asked trying to hide your pink cheeks.

“Weasley boy? Yeah he’s out back, quidditch practice” she said.

You didn’t even respond and tried to walk calmly out the hall, but as soon as you left her eyesight you walk turned into a jog.

You walked onto the quidditch turf, which was muggy from the days rain. Madame Hooch asked if you were okay, this was not your domain after all, she was shocked to see you in your dolly shoes, covered in mud.

“Sorry to disrupt, Madame, just waiting for practice to be over, I’m looking for George”

“It’s no worry at all, love, he’s there” she said whilst pointing to what looked like a dot in the sky. “They should be done soon!” She said, still looking at the team, whizzing past in the sky.

You decided to take a seat in the changing rooms until he was done, you put you hand in your pocket and around the love potion. “It’s a dud” you though to yourself.

After a while all the team came into the changing room, you looked the whole team up and down, and while all of them were lovely, they just weren’t George.

They all looked at you as if to say “should you be in the library” or “what is she doing here”.

George passed, he didn’t notice you at first as he high fived Lee and said “we’re going to kick Slytherins ass!”.

Lee high fived him and then gestured your way to George.

“Is everything okay y/n? Is Fred okay, he didn’t turn up to practice?” He said and his face dropped.

“Everything’s okay George!” You giggled, “I just came to tell you about the love potion” you said shyly

“THEY WORK RIGHT? IVE HAD A FEW GIRLS LOOK MY WAY, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!” He said excitedly

“Oh..Erm well, well I guess they work!” you said.

Look his way? As in like him? Does he like them back? You wondered to yourself

“So, what ya’ here for?” He asked taking off the top part of his quidditch kit off, he didn’t mind, he was totally comfortable.

You saw his chest, it was defined, but not overly, you looked to the floor, the thought of seeing him like that would light that spark in your tummy again.

“Oh erm. I was just wondering if you wanted this” you said pulling a Pixie Pop out of your side bag, you must be shattered after that practice” you said.

“MY FAVOURITE” he said giving you a wink “wait, you saw that?” He shyly asked, but his confidence always covered up his shyness.

“Of course, you’re really good out there you know, and, urm....”

“HEY, we’re gonna go back to the common room! Let’s find Fred and get this party started” Lee said. He was a flamboyant boy, he didn’t really play quidditch, but he narrated it, and turned up to quidditch practice regardless.

The rest of the team walked out, they were pumped up on adrenaline and couldn’t wait to celebrate their (soon to be) win against Slytherin.

George threw his white shirt on , buttoned to his sternum, and put his tie in his bag, he rolled up his sleeves, which honestly drove you crazy.

“Let’s wall back” George said, and then, just like magic, the rain started to fall and you heard it patting against the tent you two were stood in.You grabbed your stuff and he grabbed his and walked into the rain.

His hair was sweaty from the game, but the rain made it wet, splitting into different sections, he took his hand and pushed his wet ear length hair back from his forehead. You could’ve swore you never saw anything more beautiful.

“How are classes going, anyone giving you any jip?” He asked you, not just a conversation starter, but a genuine question.

“Snape’s a bit mean, but bar that I’m am loving it, gets me away from Muggle studies!” You replied, the whole time noticing every raindrop that fell off his hair and onto his shirt, which was practically see through by this point.

You got to the front of the castle now, and everyone was either inside, or lovers in the rain, kissing like it was their first, and you wondered what that would be like.

“You going to the party in the dorm?” He asked you

“Well seeing how it’s about 10 steps away from my bedroom, I guess I must”

When you arrived no one was in the dorm. “This party isn’t a party without Fred” a note from Lee read.

“Welllll I guess we have the place all to ourselvesssss” he said whilst throwing himself down onto the sofa and throwing his arm on the back of it “also you might want to do something about..your shirt”

You were drenched and your black bra was showing through your white shirt, usually you wouldn’t mind, but George could see everything, you weren’t embarrassed, you could feel that heat again, it was moving down your stomach and onto your thighs, and George felt the same way.

“Do you want a jumper?” George asked

regardless of you having a trunk load in your room you couldn’t pass up the offer.

“Please” you said, shaking with cold and anticipation next to the fire.

“Sure thing” he said practically jumping out his seat to run to his room.

He was rummaging around but all he could find was a jumper his mum had knitted him years ago, perfectly preserved in his drawer. It was a green jumper with a gold letter “G” on it.

He grabbed it by the collar and shook it off.

He made his way back down the small stairs from his room, where you were still shivering next to the fire.

“There you go!” He said, hand stretched out to you with the jumper in it, his eyes were on the floor, trying not to look at your bra.

“Thankyou!” You said.

He kept his eyes on the floor, “I’ll look away if you like” he said as you started to take off your shirt

“It’s okay! Don’t worry” you said as you turned you back to him to slip off the wet white shirt and put the jumper over the top.

Now when George handed you the jumper it looked small in comparison to him, but when you put it in it fit you like a knee high dress and hit your legs just where your skirt would too. Your skirt was drenched with the rain so you decided to take it off, but leave your knee high socks on.

When George looked at you, he took all of you in, from the knee high socks to the jumper of his that was now draped around your body “wow” he whispered under his breath.

You walked over to him, and he was convinced with that sultry look you had in your eye that you were going to sit on his knee. His shirt still wet from the game and you could still see the outline of his chest.

You stood over him.

“So, who’s “looking your way”?” You asked, almost domineering

“Some girls, the right one just hasn’t stepped forward I guess” he said, he put his hand on the side of the couch and lifted himself up, he was now looking down at you, his wet hair starting to dry on his forehead.

“And who would be the right one? Don’t tell me it’s Penelope” you giggled, but he didn’t laugh, he just kept taking steps towards you, and you kept taking steps backwards until you were against the wall.

He put his hand on either side of the wall next to your head. “Love potion doesn’t create the real thing” winked back at you.

He thew himself into your lips, despite how fast he came at you, his kiss was soft and well though out.

You kissed back and moaned into his mouth, very softly, but even your quiet moments, he heard the loudest.

You raised your leg up to his hip and he grabbed your thigh, kissing and moaning quietly into eachother was enough to warm the both of you up.

When you placed your hands on his chest, the cold of his shirt shocked you, you could feel his heart thumping against the fabric.

He grabbed your other thigh and lifted you up against the wall, he felt his was up your legs and found his hands touching the bottom of the jumper he had given you, which was (poorly) covering your ass.

You let yourself relax against the wall and him, and as you did you could how hard he was, resting against your inner thigh.

You kissed him and he bit your bottom lip, you both giggled .

“fortuna major” you heard people outside the common room say.

You both looked at eachother and gave one last hasty kiss and he quickly placed you down onto the ground and he took a seat back on the sofa, his heart was beating hard, and so was yours.

The party walked in with Lee leading them

“Gry-ffin-dor. “Gry-ffin-dor”. We’re-the-ones-that-you-adore” he said chanting, and Fred was following suit. They walked into the common room and with a flick of his wand music stared playing.

Everyone started piling into the common room, chanting the house chant.

You got up to see yourself to bed, george saw you leaving and he felt heavy, he got up to talk to you.

“Y/n...” he said across the room and walking over to you

“Oh, sorry george, do you want you jumper? I’ll wash it and get it straight back to you”

“No , no. In our family we do hand me downs, we don’t have a lot but whatever we do have we share. This is yours now” he said tugging at the sleeve of your (his) jumper.

“Thank you, George” you say, looking straight into his brown eyes, a kiss waiting to happen.

You turn. And make your way up the stairs.

Then 6th or 7th step up, George was still looking at you. But from that angle he could see right up you jumper, which made him hard again.

“Going to bed so soon?” Fred asked george as he was picking up your uniform from the floor, which no one seemed to notice .

“Yeah mate, some of actually turned up for practice” he said jokingly, he took himself to bed, and was thinking of you.

When you reached your room you snuggled down in his way oversized jumped, tonight you didn’t need to smell the love potion, you had the real thing right here.

[wrapped-up]

So just finished ‘happy birthday,you’ (yes obvs It’s amazing) and I’m there writing my lil review i do in my notes for all the wolfstar fics I read(and omg let me tell you I did that ao3 wrapped and I actually read 780 fics this year, I’m still contemplating whether to either be extremely proud or kinda maybe a lil bit embarrassed?) anyway so was doing this and thought it would be nice if you could see what I wrote about your fics as yes I’ve read all 5(omg but haven’t done a review on lock it down as ywah didn’t but know I read it )so yeah omg and even tho I am in my second year of an English literature degree I do write as I talk and I talk with my sweet ass adhd brain who has big fat dyslexia n yes am I the age of 20 where I deeply struggle on how to punctuate so when you read them and this I suppose keep that in mind okay good had to put that in there so Brain didn’t go over board with worry bout me now going to overshare. Btw thwse r all on my top wolfstar fics and I think 21/780 is pretty good Baso the 21 are my fav fics and ur 5(well 4 but we already established that) are in that list

Right cool “Ever thus” was the first one I read, this is what I said straight after I finished it - Ever thus - just such a good fic man LIKE MAJOR PINING but omg worth it ! And lime the friend group dynamic is so good ! And omg how they go pub all the time love it just so British and omg the roommates and best friends thing was DONE PERFECTLY like omg the banter aswell just love this fic sm ! 10/10⭐️’

Next I definitely clicked on ur profile to look for ur other works well that’s actually a lie I did it half way through reading ever thus to check you had more as wow ur writing style? So fuckin unique. So here’s JWTDO- ‘Just what the doctor ordered - urm hello THIS IS THE BEST WOLFSTAR NON HP AU IVE READ omg I CANT GET OVER IT ! ITS SO JUST BEAUTIFUL! Like we’ve got sexy older Remus and omg the depth of these characters! ‘Wrapped up ‘ is seriously my favourite wolfstar writer to date ! I lobe how this flows abs yes they finally propose omg injust want hours long of this fic ! It’s so funny aswell lime ahhhhh ! 10/10 SO FUCKIMG GOOD and how they get back together aswell oh man so good⭐️’

Next one is ‘the players secret’ man I loved this fic lime It would make me so excited like I would be at work see this notification from ao3 that you updated it and just squeal inside( also this is gibberish what I say next be warned) - ‘The players secret- Another work by wrapped up and I’m so excited!!! Story seems. So good so far and I just lobe how they write ! Omg hust finished it it was amazing I love their chemistry! Omg you literally don’t find out what the world thinks of the documentary I kinda like how she ended it as Cant really do more with it like it’s a fic bout new documentary abs when that’s relased what more can you do Yk so yes ending left me satisfied 10/10 ⭐️⭐️’

And this is the one I just did for ‘happy birthday,you’ as you can probably see from this ask I’m still on a massive reader high -‘Happy birthday, you. -HOW IS EVERYTHING THAT WRAPPED UP WRITES JUST SO FUCKING GOOD? like omg thw group ahhh I just love how she writes the marauders it’s all so real n mundane I love it ! And holy fuck I don’t think anyone write friends to lovers like her it’s just so good like fuckimg hell yes I’m in love I LOVED THE STRUCTURE LIKE HOW WE HAD FLASH BACKS TO Sirius birthdays mostly with Remus so we could see how much they loved each other and how it’s always been there. Omg alphard with the ‘tell me something nice… Ice cream and jelly that’s nice isn’t it’ holy fuck had me crying 3 fuckimg times! Also like I just love established wolfstar so ending was just soooooo omg yk !!!!! this story was just so beautiful like how Sirius learns to accept himself just yes so thought out and written beautifully 10000/10⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️’

Okay so kinda dunno why I did this but kinda do anyway love you love your fics ur just so lovely anyway yes fyi when u stop writing ff I will be taking them all making them into a book format pdf n printing that off into a physical copy of a book for me to annoté n only reason I’m not doing that now is cause one don’t know if u would like it abs two what bout ur other masterpieces u will release in the future like I can’t leave them out all. Real sorry if I bored to death, kisses

I honestly don't know what to say. Thank you, anon. You are a kind and brilliant person! I grinned reading this whole ask!

[dickspeightjrs]

Show Me How Big Your Brave Is (au / 4.8k words)

Prompt 17 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @eccentriccas 

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It stared at Dean from the fridge, tacked up by a Stanford University magnet gifted to Dean by his brother, Sam. 

He’d known his high school reunion was coming up at some point but seeing it embossed in gold lettering created a pit in his stomach. 

High school wasn’t the best time for Dean for a few reasons. First, his dad had died in freshman year, which Dean had had mixed feelings about if he was honest. He was mostly concerned about his mother. She didn’t take it well. And then there was-

Dean was torn from his stare down with the invitation by the door bell. He trudged over to answer it.  His best friend, Charlie, came bounding in with all the energy of a labrador puppy. 

“Hey, friend!” She exclaimed, pulling Dean into a tight hug. “Are you ready for our movie night?” 

Dean let himself be infected with Charlie’s excited energy. “Of course, dude! Give me superheroes in spandex already.” He laughed. 

“You go set up the first movie and I’ll put the beers in the fridge, okay?” Charlie instructed. 

“Sounds good, Bradbury.”

Dean lucked out when he’d met Charlie. They’d been assigned as roommates in college. There had been a mix up with the room allocations. Dean had been a little confused when he’d turned from his boxes to find a tiny red-head standing in the doorway of his dorm. 

Charlie had taken a step into the room, let her backpack fall to the floor, and said, “Don’t even think about trying anything. I’m gay as the day is long and I’m not afraid to punch a guy back into his place.” Dean hadn’t known how to reply so he’d just nodded and silently gone back to unpacking his things. 

It was when Charlie had put up a Star Wars poster above her bed that Dean knew he was about to make a best friend. 

“Ooh what’s this?” Charlie’s voice came from the kitchen.

Crap. Charlie had probably found the invite. He should have hidden it when he had the chance. He sighed and moved into the kitchen. 

Charlie had an extremely mischievous grin on her face, and that was saying something for her. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?” Charlie asked. 

“Urm, never?” Dean mumbled, reaching to snatch the paper out of Charlie’s hand. 

But Charlie was too quick and dodged Dean’s grasp. 

“Come on Dean. You have to go!” Charlie implored. “It’ll be fun!”

Dean gave his friend an unimpressed look. “Charlie you know how much I hated high school.”

Charlie’s face softened. “I know, it sucks that you got outed before you were ready. No one deserves that. But, it’s been ten years. Things have changed.”

“You don’t know the people I went to high school with.” Dean scoffed. 

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic, you nerd.”

“Dramatic or not, I ain’t going.” Dean plucked the invite out of Charlie’s hand and tore it in two. 

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him. “Party pooper.”

*  *  *

A few hours later, Dean and Charlie were deep into their annual ‘NerdFest’ movie night. 

“I swear, if I didn’t bat for the best team, I’d be so down for a bit of Black Wing.” Charlie mumbled around a mouth full of popcorn. 

Dean couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Aside from Captain America (because, hello Chris Evans!), Black Wing was Dean’s favourite superhero. But he’d only appeared in ensemble movies. There had been rumours of him getting his own solo movie after fans online had campaigned for it but nothing ever seemed to come of it. The guy who played him seemed to just drop off the map. 

Shame, Dean thought as he watched Black Wing kick ass on-screen, that dude was hot! 

“Take someone like that to your high school reunion and it would make those dicks’ jaws drop.” 

“Drop it, Charlie.” Dean groaned, glaring at the red-head. 

“Just saying. Get a hot date and you’ll win the game of life in their eyes.” Charlie raised her hands in defence. 

“Noted. Let’s move on.” 

“Fine.” Charlie pouted. 

Dean nodded and turned back to watch the screen, content that the subject had been dropped. 

“OH MY GOD!”

Dean jumped out of his skin, sending popcorn flying through the air. “What the hell, Bradbury?” He exclaimed. 

Charlie started excitedly slapping Dean on the arm. “I have the best idea.” She practically squealed. “Put an ad up on Craigslist for a hot date.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way. Never happening. Now stop.”

“But-”

“No!”

Charlie sulked for the next half an hour, all through the iconic fight scene with Black Wing and his fellow team of superheroes. She stopped eventually after Dean offered her a piece of pie as a peace offering. 

*  *  *

After a couple more movies, Charlie had to leave. Apparently, being an adult meant that you can’t just spend all night watching with your best friend anymore - who knew? So with a ‘see ya later bitch’, Charlie was gone. 

Dean felt the aches from being sat on the couch for hours and he was looking forward to laying out on his bed for a good night’s sleep. 

He sighed to himself and tidied up the last remains of the movie snacks. He was ready for sleep but he had to work early in the morning and he wouldn’t have time to clean up before he left. 

Shuffling into the kitchen to put the rubbish in the trash, Dean spotted his reunion invite where he left it on the counter. Except, it wasn’t ripped in two like he’d left it. It had ‘mysteriously’ been taped back together. He dragged a tired hand down his face in exasperation. Charlie just didn’t know when to quit. She was the bratty little sister he never wanted. 

He plonked himself down on the chair at the counter and stared at the white paper for a few moments. 

Fuck it! 

Charlie was right (though he’d never admit it to her face). He was determined to prove to the assholes he went to school with that the shit they threw at him didn’t stick. It didn’t matter that Dean didn’t really believe it to be the truth,’ fake it til ya make it’ as they say. 

Before he could chicken out, Dean had Craigslist opened up on his phone. Thinking back to Charlie’s suggestion earlier, Dean decided against asking specifically for a ‘hot’ guy. He dreaded to think what kind of douchebags that would answer the ad proclaiming themselves to be an adonis. 

And, despite knowing since he was young that he was bisexual, he decided to aim the ad towards guys. His few relationships with women had never worked out. Even though this was all going to be fake, Dean would like to be able to at least get on with the person. 

In the end, he decided on a short and simple ad:

‘Hi, I’m Dean (28M) looking for a guy to take as my date to my stupid high school reunion next Saturday. Message if interested (no weirdos)’

He posted the ad and then spotted the time at the top of the screen. 

Midnight. Shit. 

He closed the website and dashed upstairs as fast as his tired legs could carry him. 

*  *  * 

The next morning, Dean got woken up by the feel of sunlight shining on his face. He must have forgotten to shut the curtains before he passed out last night. 

His blood ran cold when he realised that the sun shining on his face meant only one thing. He was late for work. He scrambled around looking for his phone to check the time but it was nowhere to be found. 

Suddenly, it came to him. He must have left his phone on the counter in the kitchen, meaning he didn’t hear his alarms going off. 

He cursed himself and sped to get ready. Quickly sniffing a shirt to check it was okay to wear, he got dressed and raced downstairs. Sure enough, his phone was sat on the table where he'd sat the night before. 

When he picked it up he found that it had also run out of battery overnight. 

Great. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 

Forgetting all else on his mind, Dean grabbed his phone and dash out of the front door. 

*  *  *

The ad remained forgotten until a few days later. 

Dean was just about to sit down and relax with a beer when his phone lit up with a notification. He put his beer down on a coaster to check it out. 

It was a message from Craigslist telling him someone has been trying to contact him about his ad. 

Dean’s eyes went wide. He’d completely forgotten about the ad for a date after being late for work and being chewed out by his boss. He couldn't believe someone had actually responded. He looked at the date for the first message. This guy had contacted him like an hour after he’d posted the ad. 

He opened the message. 

(01:28) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Hello. I saw your ad for a date to your reunion. It says I’m only 10 miles from your location. I’m interested in helping you out. Are you still in need of assistance?

(10:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I assume, as you haven’t replied, that you’ve decided to go with someone else for your date. 

(11:20) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: On second thought, this ad was probably a joke. Please ignore my messages. 

Wow. This dude talked funny. And reading that last message, Dean felt a little sorry for the guy too. He seemed lonely. But beggars can’t be choosers, so Dean prepared to reply. 

As he went to type, he noticed the guy’s username and smiled to himself. 

(19:37) impala67 says: don’t worry dude! the position as my date is still open. you’re the only one who has responded. 

PS. I like your username. you a Black Wing fan too? 

The reply was almost immediate.

(19:41) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Okay. What information do you need from me?

PS. You could say so. 

‘You could say so’? Was this guy purposefully trying to be mysterious? Either way, Dean was intrigued. 

(19:45) impala67 says: idk dude, just the basics I guess. how old u are, what u look like

(19:53) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m 30 years old. I have blue eyes and dark hair. I’m 6 feet tall. Anything else?

Dean hummed to himself. The guy sounded pretty average, which was okay with him.

(19:55) impala67 says: nah, that’s awesome dude. anything you want to know? 

(19:58) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I suppose it would be nice to know what you look like too. Also, if you don’t mind me prying, I wondered why you need to have a date for a school reunion. And why have you turned to Craigslist to find it?

Dean was set aback by this guy’s forwardness. But, he did have a right to know what he was getting into Dean supposed. 

(20:05) impala67 says: you already know I’m 28. I have green eyes. sort of light brown hair and i’m around 6’2”. as for the other shit. high school was a shit show. I’ve always been a bit nerdy i guess. people didn’t like it. then I realised I’m bi (hope that’s not a deal break btw). tried asking this guy out senior year. got outed to the whole school. got a lot of shit for it. 

(20:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m sorry to hear that happened to you. No one deserves that. Why do you want to go back? No one would blame you for leaving and never going back. (Again, if you don’t mind me asking.)

Dean blinked at the screen. His forgotten beer was getting warm but he was fascinated by this guy. He seemed genuine and Dean felt himself wanting to share the darkest parts of himself with a complete stranger. He sighed and typed. 

(20:20) impala67 says: I guess I want to prove to those assholes that the things they said didn’t affect my life. even tho that’s not always the truth. I still struggle to accept myself i guess.

Dean chewed his lip, debating whether to include that last line or not. But, hey, he was asking this dude to be his date, the least he could do was be honest with him. He pressed send. 

Blue Eyes didn’t reply instantly this time and it made Dean nervous. He wished he could take back the last bit of the message. 

After a few anxious moments, Blue Eyes still hadn’t replied so Dean gave up, figuring he’d scared the guy away. He cursed himself and moved to put his Doctor Sexy DVDs into the player. He’d never admit it to anyone, not even Charlie, but Doctor Sexy was his comfort show. It provided him with a much needed distraction. 

A couple hours later, Dean was beginning to doze. The extra few beers he’d had cushioned him into a deep sleep. 

When he woke, surrounded by darkness with only the DVD menu playing to no one lighting the room, Dean rubbed his face tiredly and went to check his phone for the time. 

Instead of looking at the clock, Dean’s eyes were distracted by the Craigslist notification. Blue Eyes had messaged him back! Feeling a little foolish that he’d reacted too quickly before, Dean opened the message.

(23:23) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: You’re incredibly brave, Dean. Not many people would be able to do what you’re doing. 

Dean blushed in the darkness. Why were a random internet dude’s words affecting him so much? He didn’t really know what to say in response so he just sent a quick ‘thank you, dude.’

*  *  * 

Over the next few days leading up to the reunion, Dean carried on messaging Blue Eyes just to get to know him a little more. Turns out the dude is dorky as hell. And, despite the original impression he gave with the Black Wing username, the guy didn’t understand any of Dean’s other references. 

It had occurred to him after they’d been messaging for a while that Dean still didn’t know his name. 

When he confronted Blue Eyes about it, the man had taken a while to respond again and answered only with ‘I’d rather not disclose my full name at this time. But, you can call me C.’

Dean had been a little skeptical of the guy’s response at first. But then, he figured the worst case scenario was the guy turned out to be a catfish and Dean would just blow off the reunion altogether and go get drunk. And he couldn’t blame the guy for not wanting to give out personal details over Craigslist. 

The day before the reunion, they agreed it was probably best to meet somewhere a couple hours before so they had time to get to know each other in person and iron out the final details they’d need to know about each other. 

*  *  * 

Dean sat in the coffee shop they’d agreed to meet at (public and easy to escape if things went south). He tried to stop his leg from trembling under the table. 

He was nervous for a couple of reasons. The obvious: this guy could turn out to be a creepy old dude stalking men on the internet. And the less obvious but more surprising to Dean: he actually wanted this to go well. Without even knowing what he looked like, Dean had found himself beginning to like the guy. Even if he wasn’t attracted to him when he finally saw Blue Eyes, Dean would be cool with being friends with him. 

His eyes were following the patterns in the wood on the table top when a deep voice came from above him. 

“Dean?” It asked, with nervous uncertainty. 

Dean swallowed and looked up to the source of the voice and- 

Holy shit! 

It was him! It was the Black Wing!

What was the guy’s name? Cas- something? Castile? Casteel? Castiel! That was it!

Holy fucking shit! This couldn’t be happening. 

Dean realised he’d been staring wide-eyed during his internal freak out and Blue Eyes, Castiel, was stood looking as nervous as Dean had felt before the surprise adrenaline took over his body. 

“Sorry, dude. Please sit down.” Dean gestured to the chair opposite him. He wiped his hands on his jeans, nerves starting to take over once again. 

Neither man spoke for a few moments. 

“So I-” Castiel began.

“I don’t-” Dean spoke too. 

Both men chuckled. “You go,” Dean told Castiel. 

Castiel smiled softly, “I suppose, from your reaction, you know who I am.”

Dean blushed. “Yeah. For what it’s worth, I’m a big fan.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. 

Now Castiel blushed, “Thank you, Dean.” His expression turned serious. “I hope you understand now why I didn’t give you my full name while we spoke online.”

“Yeah, of course, dude. Don’t want any crazies hunting you down.” Dean chuckled. 

Castiel chuckled with him. “Yes, something like that.”

“So, um, before we get into the details for later, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dean. You were honest with me, it’s only fair I return the favour.” Castiel smiled. 

“It’s only because I watched one of your movies the other night with my best friend, Charlie-” who was totally gonna freak out when Dean told her about this “-but wasn’t there meant to be a solo Black Wing movie? Everyone in the fandom was talking about it and then suddenly you seemed to disappear. I guess, I’m just wondering why you changed your mind?” Dean asked, nervously. He was waiting for Castiel to tell him to go fuck himself (though Dean knew that Castiel wasn’t really that kinda guy). 

Castiel cleared his throat and met Dean’s eyes. “We were just about to go into production for the solo movie when my brother and his wife were killed in a head-on collision with a truck.”

Dean’s mouth dropped open. But, he could sense Castiel hadn’t finished so he stayed quiet. 

“The only blessing was that it was instant, so they didn’t suffer. That, and luckily their daughter, Claire, was at the babysitter’s at the time.” Castiel smiled, melancholy whispers gracing his features. 

Dean knew he barely knew the guy but he could sense when someone needed comfort so he reached across the table to place a soft touch on Castiel’s hand. 

“I took Claire into my care. And that ended my career as I knew it.” Castiel shrugged. “I was deeply disappointed to have to leave the movie, but Claire came first. And I didn’t want her to grow up in the spotlight, with people using her parents’ tragic death as a way to sell magazines. So I left the industry. That was three years ago and I haven’t looked back. Claire is five now and she’s all I could ever want.” 

Dean was awestruck. “Wow.” He breathed. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?” Castiel asked, head tilting in confusion. (If the situation wasn’t so serious, Dean would have struggled not to comment on how adorable he looked.) 

“Dude.” Dean choked. “You called me brave for wanting to face a coupla high school assholes. But you - you gave up your entire career to give the best life to your niece.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing.” 

Castiel blushed again (and Dean found he was slowly falling in love with that look on Castiel’s face). “I don’t know that I’m amazing, I just want a normal life for Claire and I.” He shrugged. 

“A normal life, huh?” Dean asked. “Well, I can try and help with that.” He lifted his hand from where it had been placed on Castiel’s and held it in the air between them. “I’m Dean Winchester. I’m twenty eight. A bit of a nerd and in need of a date this evening.”

Castiel huffed a laugh and placed his hand in Dean’s, shaking it. “I’m Castiel Novak. I’m thirty. Uncle to a beautiful niece and I would be honoured if you’d let me be your date for this evening.” 

Dean’s face broke into a smile, which turned into a laugh that caused a smile to spread across Castiel’s cheeks. 

They let their hands settle naturally on top of the table. 

Now, with their barriers down, they began making plans and ideas for that evening. Though, if Dean were being honest, it felt like he’d known Castiel forever already. 

Eventually, after what felt like hours of talking, Castiel got up to finally get himself a coffee. It wasn’t until Castiel’s hand left his that Dean realised they’d been holding onto each other the whole time. 

*  *  *

Dean and Castiel ended up talking for so long in that coffee shop that they were late for the reunion. The party was in full swing when they arrived. 

Just before they entered the hall, Dean stopped in his tracks. 

“What’s wrong, Dean?” Castiel asked, worry etched into his features. 

“Are you sure about this, man? There’s a chance someone in there could recognise you or something. It’s not worth ruining your life plan over just for me to say ‘fuck you’ to a couple of dicks.” Dean stressed. 

Castiel reached to take Dean’s hand in his. “Some things are worth a little risk.” He whispered and walked with Dean through the hall doors. 

It seemed Dean had had nothing to worry about in the end. They’d spoken to a few people who had seemed genuinely interested in that Dean had been up to since graduation. And they barely batted an eye when he’d introduced Castiel as his boyfriend. (He’d meant to just call him his date but clearly his mouth had had other ideas.) Castiel himself had just placed a soft hand around Dean’s waist - stopping Dean from an internal panic. 

It was all going so well and Dean was starting to think Charlie had been right (again, damn her!). Maybe everyone had just grown up and moved on. 

Once they’d finished a conversation with the guy Dean sat next to in English class senior year, Castiel went to the bar to get them some drinks, whispering in Dean’s ear that he’d be back in a moment. Dean was a little sad Castiel hadn’t gone a bit further and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dean Winchester.” The voice of Bela Talbot came from behind him. Dean turned with a scowl on his face. 

“Hello, Bela.” He said through gritted teeth. She’d been one of the main people instrumental in his forced coming out. 

“Goodness me, Dean. If I’d known how pretty you’d turn out, maybe high school could have gone a lot differently.” She practically purred, running a perfectly manicured finger along Dean’s cheek bone. “But, hey, there’s still time now, I could be the one to knock you straight again.”

Dean was frozen to the spot. He was back to being a scared kid, dealing with the loss of a parent and being taunted daily for his sexuality. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. He wasn’t brave. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even stand up to a school bully ten years later.

“Excuse me.” Castiel appeared suddenly at Dean’s side. “What did you say to him?” The look on his face was nothing short of murderous. 

“I’m just getting reacquainted with an old friend.” Bela answered, sickly sweet. “And who are you?”

Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Dean’s boyfriend and I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to him.” 

Dean’s eyes went wide. Earlier it had been a slip when he’d called Castiel his boyfriend but now Castiel was purposefully saying it? Dean didn’t dare to hope. 

Bela laughed, causing Castiel to glare even harder (honestly, if looks could kill, she’d be in hell). “Ah! So he’s definitely still gay then.” She said, lip curling with distaste. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s bisexual, not gay. I’d tell you to educate yourself, but clearly, after ten years you’re still the same bitch you’ll always be.” 

Bela looked taken aback, like no one had ever spoken to her like that before. 

Castiel didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he grabbed Dean’s hand and stormed out of the building.

It wasn’t until the cool evening air hit his face, that Dean finally snapped back to himself. They’d ended up in the parking lot, stood next to Dean’s car. 

“Cas..” Dean breathed.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel said, begging for forgiveness. “I just couldn’t stand the way she was speaking to you.” 

“Cas-” Dean spoke. 

“She was just so rude a-and small-minded. I hated it.” 

“Cas!” Dean raised his voice. Castiel snapped his jaw shut. “It’s okay. Thank you for sticking up for me.” Dean stepped closer to Castiel, playing with the lapel on Castiel’s suit jacket. 

Castiel looked into Dean’s eyes but Dean couldn’t hold his gaze. “I’m just embarrassed that I froze up. After all of this, I failed at standing up for myself. I’m pathetic.” 

Castiel placed his hands on Dean’s cheeks, forcing Dean to look at him. Green eyes finally met blue. “Dean, listen to me. It was incredibly brave to walk into that room tonight. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met.” He said earnestly. 

Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore. He hoped he wasn’t about to ruin this before it even started. But, as a wise man told him recently: some things are worth a little risk.

Wasting no more time, Dean pulled Castiel into a deep kiss. 

Once Castiel was on board, he pushed Dean up against the car behind them. 

After a few heated moments, of what can only be described as heavy making out, Dean growled at Castiel to get into the car before they got arrested for public indecency. 

They somehow made it back to Dean’s house but their clothes only managed to stay on long enough to get through the front door. Dean directed them to his room and threw Castiel down on the bed. 

He took in the sight of the beautiful man laid out under him before kissing up Castiel’s chest and took over his mouth again. The only words said between them were muttered assurances that they were on the same page. Dean could never have dreamed this is how this night would end but he certainly wouldn’t change a thing. 

*  *  *

The next morning, Dean and Castiel laid in each other’s arms, content to be together in the quiet. 

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Dean. “What about your niece?” He worried. “Don’t you need to get back to her?” He sat up frantically. 

“Dean, Dean, don’t worry.” Castiel raised his hands to calm the other man. “I texted my babysitter yesterday at the coffee shop asking her to stay with Claire for the night.” 

Dean relaxed into the bed, smirking a little. “So you knew how the night would end even before we got to the reunion.” 

Castiel blushed. “I wouldn’t say I knew. But I did hope.”

Dean smiled, pulling Castiel closer to place a tender kiss on the side of his head. “I hoped for it too.” He whispered. 

They settled into silence again, warm in each other’s company. 

A short while passed before either of them spoke again. 

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel murmured, breaking the quiet. 

“For what?” Dean frowned. 

“For thinking of Claire.” 

“Well, she’s important to you. She’s your whole world.” Dean shrugged. 

“Maybe my world could get a little bigger now.” Castiel suggested, smiling nervously up at Dean.”

“Yeah, I think it could.”

*  *  *

Later, as they dug into a couple of burgers Dean threw together, another thought crossed Dean’s mind. 

“Cas?”

“Hmm?” Castiel hummed around the burger in his mouth.

“Why were you looking through Craigslist ads in the first place?”

Castiel swallowed and chuckled to himself. “Sometimes I look through to find funny ads people put up.”

Dean was beginning to get a little offended when Castiel reached across the table to hold his hand. 

“But, the night that I saw your ad, I had just put Claire to bed and I was feeling lonely. I took a risk. And I think it worked.” Castiel smiled shyly. 

“Hell yeah, it did!” Dean grinned from ear to ear. 

*  *  *

Charlie’s phone vibrated next to her. She paused the video game she was playing to pick it up. Seeing it was a text from Dean, she opened it immediately. 

On her screen was a selfie of Dean with another dark haired dude captioned:

‘I should take your advice more often Bradbury.’

Her eyes turned to saucers and she looked at the image again more closely. She frowned slightly, looking at the man whose cheek Dean was kissing. 

Wait- That totally looked like-

Her phone dinged with a new message from Dean. 

‘And yes, it’s exactly who you think it is.’

HOLY FRIGGIN SHIT! 

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[komics-comic]

Shell-Shocked

Russia stared up at the stars, they weren’t terribly bright do to the lights that shone from the parade. Russia really didn't like Americans but they did know how to celebrate. His hood was pulled far over his head, he wouldn’t be caught dead at Fourth of July. This was not his first time visiting the U.S just to absorb the excitement, the pure nationalism was… a little much though. This was the first time he went to the big one, the one with the most people, the one with the most money thrown at it and the one that America himself would in charge.

Russia shuffled through the crowd, the lights were calming down slightly, signalling that the fireworks were going to start soon, he took another sip of his vodka. It was his favourite part.

Russia didn't know what drew him to fireworks so much, all he knows are that the best ones are always in America. Russia was looking for the best spot to watch when he heard a few familiar voices that grabbed his attention. He was surprised to find the area rather empty despite nothing stopping people from walking over.

“Oh, come on, the birthday boy himself should have the honours of lighting the first one,” a male voice came from the clearing. “No, no. it’s alright, go ahead,” Russia raised his eyebrows. There were two other people around the firework launcher, a man and a woman. “Oh, why not” the man tried to push the lighter into America’s hands.

“If he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to, here let me.” The woman took the lighter out of his hand, she walked over to the launcher, kneeling down and lighting it up. Russia noticed a small hint of panic crossed America face, “I’m going to the bathroom” he sputtered out quickly before he jogged off, the two people shared a look.

Russia interest was officially peaked, he quietly followed America into the building. He heard the first firework go off in the distance, he paused, Russia really did not want to miss the show, why should he even care about the American. The blue and red-eyed did not know what pushed him forward.

He wandered through the building for a few minutes before he heard heavy breathing coming from a small closet. Russia carefully opened the door, it was obviously America there, he was shaking slightly. Multiple more fireworks went off, Russia watched as America visibly flinched as each one went off, his sweat pouring off him.

Russia forgot that America didn't know he was there, “wow...“ was the only thing he thought to say, America whipped around, he stared at Russia “what ar-” his eyes focused on Russia’s face, he swore he could feel America’s eyes harden behind his glasses.

“Oh, it’s you,” Russia didn't say anything, “what the hell are you doing in my-” more fireworks, America flinched again, he looked like he was about to collapse under his weight. Russia couldn't help but smirk a little at trebling legs that were barely supporting his greatest enemy.

“What? no ‘Ruski?’ no inappropriate flirting? no back-handed compliments? to think that all my threatening did nothing, but a couple of pretty lights defeats the great Ameri-” he was shut up by America’s fist slamming into the wall beside him, cracks spreading through the dented concrete.

The only sound in the small closet was America’s laboured breathing. Russia stared as his sunglasses slid down the Amerian’s face, revealing his right eye, closed and scared and the other eye, burning with anger and tears.

America folded around himself as the fireworks got more intense, “how long?” Russia asked as softly as he could, America looked at him questioningly “since world war two, I think that’s what caused it, it was probably a miracle nothing happened from world war one,” he answered quietly.

“Is there anything I can do?” America’s eye narrowed, “what are you playing at?” Russia groaned, “I’m trying to help, do I need to get Canada or UK-” “-NO! no” America looked down, “they… don’t know.” Russia sighed. “Come on” he grabbed the country’s wrist, leading him away, “where are we going?” America tripped up at more of the fireworks, “to find you a soundproof room.”

America let himself be led down the stairs, he did notice the lights getting the quieter. He relaxed a little as sounds completely ceased. He took in a deep breath and leaned against the wall, “thanks” Russia rolled his eyes “you really didn't think to get in a quieter place.” America got smaller, “I didn't want to run into anyone, I’d rather not explain to one of my citizens that their country can’t deal with fireworks.”

Russia looked annoyingly amused, “it doesn't help that so much of your culture is based around explosions” America was too tired to snap back in any way. “What? You want a hug or something?” America while tired, was still America, “sure, how low can I put my hands?” Russia hissed a “pervert” under his breath, causing he starry country to weakly chuckle.

“You probably should talk to someone about it, I’m pretty sure PTSD isn't fun when left untreated” America just stared up at Russia, “Ruski, we are a species of 200 that’s barely understood, no one would truly help with all the shit we’ve gone through.”

America was rather unfazed by the look of surprise and slight horror on Russia’s face, to say that it was taboo to refer to countries like that, would be an understatement. “What?” he snapped at the taller, “where the hell is he?” the two countries turn to the voices at the top of the stairs. “Did you check the bathroom?” America groaned as he recognized the voices, “yeah, that was first.” Russia turned back to America with raised eyebrows, “Sara and Logan, friends of mine.”

Russia threw his hood back over his head, “I assume that they are looking for you?” America huffed a little “no they’re looking for you.” he was annoyed by the sarcasm that dripped off each word, “I liked you better when you were shell-shocked.”

The bickering was cut off by the other two descending the stairs when they did reach the bottom, America didn't know what to do. “hey! why are you down here?” he was practically saved by Sara suddenly noticing that Russia was there.

“urm? Who are you?” Russia tried to look at America for help but he was too interested to see how he would respond. Logan seemed to recognize him, “wait, I know you, Russia, right? Why are you here?” Russia decided to address America, “how the hell did he” the shorter snorted. “Logan has an obsession, how do you think we met?” Logan flushed, “it’s not an obsession, I just find it interesting.”

“Though he brings up a good point Ruski, why are you here?” Russia took a good swig of the vodka, before continuing, “I… enjoy the fireworks” silence filled the room before America burst out laughing. “That’s adorable!” Russia looked like he was about ready to kill. Sara was definitely nervous “well then, Russia, sorry but the firework show is already over.”

Russia noticed America visibly deflate in relief, “I think we should get the birthday boy back to the party now.” Russia was a little disappointed he missed the fireworks but felt he watched something a lot more valuable.

[frostburnx]

AngelFell part 4

     Asgore brought Frisk away from the group a little ways, but they only walked along the walls to the castle. 

    Asgore cleared his throat before speaking, “Frisk, you have been here since the beginning of this world, you were created as a guardian and protector. An angel, that protects this side of the world and all who inhabit it. But there is another.”

    “The lava place is the other one?” Frisk cocked his head.

    “Yes, it’s the parallel copy of this one, only it is uninhabitable and dangerous, as well as full of demons.”

    “Then how is Chara living there? Isn’t that more of a reason for her to stay here?” Frisk asked still confused.

    “You are the angel of this world, but that world also has an angel. Chara is the angel of that world Frisk. She doesn’t belong here and it is dangerous that she stays here, her touch brings death to the plants in this world and the demons will continue to come over here and destroy things while she is here,” Asgore explained the best he could without sounding harsh.

    “Huh, then I’ll go visit her!”

    “Going over there can weaken you if you stay too long, I don’t advise it but I can’t stop you. Do you understand?” Asgore asked cocking his head.

    Frisk looked away awkwardly and slowly looked back to Asgore, “Uhhhhh yep.”    

    “Good,” That was all Asgore said before he started walking back to the others with Frisk following.

    Once they got back to the others Frisk went up to Chara and grabbed her hand again, “So what do you wanna do now Chara?”

    “I-I don’t know,” Chara said sounding unsure and Asgore looked to Frisk giving him a look that said that he has to take her back to the other side which Frisk turned away from.

    “Hey, how about we see if those demons are okay. They seem to have taken a lot of damage,” Frisk suggested slightly cocking his head to her.

    Chara smiled and nodded while Asriel chimed in, “Yeah! I’ll come too!”

    The trio began making their way to the crossover seemingly oblivious to the actual destruction and despair that the kingdom truly was in because of the attack. They crossed over together into the world that intrigued most but was so intimidating that it prevented anyone to even dare travel there for fear of their lives and the unknown. But there were no demons in sight at first glance. It was completely silent.

    “Huh, there isn’t anything here?” Asriel said as they walked farther away from the crossover in their search for wounded demons. 

    Frisk finally spotted something that stood out amongst the desolate normal looked of this world. It was a boulder but covered in scratches and something was poking out behind it, it almost looked like the end of a tail to the demon they had encountered. He ran up to the boulder and placed one hand on the surface with a smile. 

    “This looks promising!” Slowly Frisk traced his eyes to the edge and slowly went to go around it all while keeping his hand on the oddly smooth surface of the large rock. 

    Frisk barely peeked around the rock when he saw what it was that was behind it, it was indeed the same looking demon as before. A malicious grin spread on its face and it leapt at Frisk. But he was faster than the large beast and swiftly moved out of the way of its pounce. The creatures claws slammed into the reddish soil of the hell side and they dug down deep. It’s head swiveled around back to Frisk. Soon, however, the creatures eyes filled with fear when it saw who was behind the young angel. Chara was running up to Frisk as well as Asriel. In a quick escape, the demon yowled and started running on all fours in the opposite direction of the group and Frisk. The spikes on its back were all sticking up in fright as it fled.

     “I don’t understand why they are so aggressive suddenly,” Chara said finally stopping behind Frisk with Asriel.

    Frisk was still watching the beast run, “Maybe they just need to get to know someone before they become docile around them?” He just smiled and turned back to Chara and Asriel. 

    “I don’t know about that one, but it doesn’t look like they are hurt,” she smiled happily at Frisk.

    “Yeah, maybe they have healing powers! Do you have any cool powers Chara?” Frisk asked returning a smile right back at her.

    “I-I don’t know,” she looked down at her hands.

    “Why don’t you try it?”

    Chara looked over at a nearby stone and sat down on it pointing her palms out in front of her. 

    “Maybe you have cool abilities like Frisk!” Asriel said brimming with excitement. 

    She scrunched her face in deep concentration and after a second a small spark flicked out of her palm followed by another right after it. It didn’t spark again for a second. But then a large fire ball erupted from her hands and launched forwards. Asriel’s eyes widened as he watched from the sideline as the ball of flame shot out towards Frisk. He wasn’t able to dodge, but instead of looking hurt he just smiled with amazement. His clothes were a little blacked and his short cloak thing had a couple holes but nothing more. 

    “Wow! That was amazing!!” Frisk and Asriel both said basically jumping up and down like it was the most impressive thing that they had ever seen in their entire lives. 

    Chara, however, put her hands over her mouth, “I-I’m so sorry!!” She bolted up from the rock where she was sitting and hugged Frisk quickly.

    He hugged back a little surprised by her apologizing, “It’s fine Chara, I’m okay!”

    “D-did I hurt you?”

    “Yeah, a little, but I’m fine!” He was beaming at her with not even a shred of dishonesty in his words.

    She nodded with a small smile growing on her face, “O-okay, good.”

    Asriel ran up to them still excited about the fire ball, “That was way cool though! It was like WHOOSH!” He then did an imitation of an explosion by expanding his arms dramatically, “BOOM!!!”

    Chara and Frisk both laughed at Asriels interpretation of the event while letting go of one another.

    “What else do you think you can do?” Frisk asked Chara.

    She held out her hand away from the two this time and concentrated again. After a second a small black knife with a red glow appeared in her hand slowly. Chara didn’t seem really amazed with it, instead she just looked at it and cocked her head.

    “Cool!” Both Frisk and Asriel said in unison awing over the small knife.

    Chara examined the knife for a second, “I wonder,” she said looking to her other hand and slowly putting the knife to her skin. 

    She applied a little bit of pressure and the knife left a clean cut across her palm. Her eyes widened and she dropped the knife from the pain coming from her bleeding hand. But unlike normal blood, the blood coming off of her hand was jet black.

    “Are you okay?” Frisk asked full of concern and curiosity on why she just did that.

    In reply Chara nodded while wincing but then turned back to her wound. The cut on her hand was visibly closing rather quickly and the bleeding had already stopped.

    “So, you do have healing powers, that’s so cool!” Frisk said watching the wound close once again in awe.

    Asriel awkwardly put a hand behind his head, “Urm, Frisk, dad told me you have abilities but, what are they?”

    “I have no idea,” Frisk said while still retaining a smile and Asriel just looked dumbfounded at his response.

    “Well, try to use them like Chara did!” he said trying to encourage him to test it out.

    His response was a nod and like Chara did, he held his palms forward and away from the others. His palms let out a small fleck of ice, but soon after a large ice spiked shot out. The ice was wide at the base and went down into a rigid and crude point, it was like it was made of many knives strapped together. After it launched away from his hands and into a near by rock in the recoil some ice crawled up his arms and coated them. 

    Chara let out a gasp and went up to Frisk with her hands glowing slightly red. She placed her hands on his arms and the ice began melting away from the heat emanating from her palms.

    “Heh, thank you,” Frisk said with a small smile a little embarrassed that it backfired. 

    She smiled and nodded finishing melting away the ice.

    “That was awesome Frisk!” Asriel finally blurted about the ice which Chara nodded in agreeance. 

    “What can you do Asriel?” Frisk asked moving his arms around shaking the water away.

    “Oh, a couple things but they aren’t that great heh-” Asriel said a little embarrassed.

    “I bet it’s super cool!” Frisk prompted. 

    “Okay, okay, I’ll show you,” he said, “I can do these things.’

    Asriel held out his hand and a sword appeared in his hand. The sword had a metal frame all around it but in the center it was completely glowing in a rainbow pattern flowing from the hilt.

    “Wow!” Both Chara and Frisk gasped.

    It disappeared but was soon replaced with a blaster with a similar design as the sword and it shot a rainbow beam. Right after he blasted it, it disappeared and stars shot from his hand like flying knives all hitting a rock and getting stuck in it firmly. 

    “That’s what I can do so far-” Asriel barely got out before Chara said something.

   “That was really cool Azzy!” She said with a wide smile. 

    “Yeah!” Frisk agreed.

    “A-Azzy?” Asriel cocked his head at Chara with a curious look.

    “Y-yeah, a-are you okay with it?” 

    “I LOVE IT!!!!” Asriel exclaimed jumping up and down and right after he abruptly hugged Chara.

    Her eyes widened in surprise but then she smiled wide and hugged back.

     “Aww, this is adorable,” Frisk said to this.

    They both backed up with smiles after a second and around them it started getting darker. Asriel and Frisk looked up at the suddenly darkening sky. 

    “Is it turning night?” Asriel asked a little confused at the rapid rate of the darkness. 

     In response Chara nodded, “It gets really dark here.”

    “Is it going to be cool?” Frisk asked looking back at her.

    “Not really-. The only light after dark is from the lava and the random crystals. Otherwise it’s just dark,” she said shifting awkwardly. 

    “Oh, well I need to get home before my mom and dad worry about me, I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” He said waving behind him while running back towards the heaven side. 

    “Bye Asriel,” Frisk called after him.

[trex98dreams]

Chapter 11: Housemates

Jackson & Youngji's Apartment.

Y/N’s POV

That night, I told the guys about what happened. I told them I've forgive Jungkook and now that we're okay, I ask Hanbin to take him a tour around since he's new. The guys were kinda worried since I've been out for a few hours and they're afraid that i might get kidnapped by him.

Silly them.

The weird thing is, Jimin doesn't even say a word about him. Maybe because he didn't knew about Jungkook's past with mine. I think he's just upset that i never told him about Jungkook before.

I cleared my throat. "Hey, urmm you okay?" I ask. He bit his lip, an upset pouts were displayed.

"So.. that's Kookie? It's just that.. i don't understand why you never told me about you and him, we're best friends right?" He said.

See? Told you he's upset.

I let out a huge sigh. "Jimin, he's not somebody i should brag about at you, i don't want to look pathetic since you already know, most guy that i had a crush on never ends up with me, and i met him even before you.." i trailed.

"You're not pathetic Y/N. Stop saying that, you know i would never think of you like that. Besides, what's the difference if I know? That doesn't explain why you never told me about him," Jimin said and I stayed quiet.

I zoned out, thinking about those times where he did just as same by hiding his relationship from me. But that was until he panickly interrupt.

"Wait! I'm sorry Y/N. I- i shouldn't say that. We've been in this situation before and i don't want to lose our friendship again. I-i understand if you didn't want to tell me about it.." he rambles. I smile, knowing that he's afraid that he blew off our friendship again.

I look at him and replied, " It's fine, you're just worried and curious, i get that. Thank you for worrying about me, Jimin." I told him and his frown turns into a smile.

I went to the kitchen to help Youngji and Dahyun, leaving Jimin to play video games with Hanbin and Jackson when my phone vibrated and as i open, I smiled, thinking how on earth today could get any better.

1 New Text Message.

From: Oppa♡

Jagi.. how are you doing today? You ok? I miss you so much. Just asking how you were since i'm dying here without you. Call me, I love you sweetheart. xoxo.

...

5 days later.

"What? What do you mean i can't stay there anymore?" Jimin asks panickly. Hanbin massage his temple.

"Listen Jimin, I have told the fraternity, I even help you make a report to the student council so you can stay there but there's no more room! The internship students are back early and there's no way those douche bags are gonna let newbies like you stay at their place," Hanbin stated.

This was new. I have heard about the stupid fraternity Hanbin was at, the only kind one there was Hanbin and his roommate. Jimin was lucky that he got a dorm when he arrives but now that the internship students are back a month early, he's going to be kicked out.

"Ok.. when can i start packing my stuff?" Jimin asks sadly.

"Urm.. i hate to break it to you but they want it to be done by tomorrow morning, Sorry Jimin. I can't do anything, they'll kicked me out too if i react overly, seniors," Hanbin scoffs.

"What about other frats? Not even a single dorm available?" Jackson asks Hanbin. He shook his head.

"I tried looking, asking a few students but they aren't any available right now, so, sorry bro," Hanbin adds.

Jimin let out a huge sigh. He must felt terrible. "Hey, we can let you stay at our place before you can find a new dorm, if that's okay with you?" Youngji offered him but i can see that Jackson strongly rejects those idea.

Jimin shook his head. "Thanks for the offer, But no thank you. You guys are like a married couple. I can't live with a married couple." He joked but i knew his mind was everywhere.

I didn't say anything. It's quiet for about 5 minutes before suddenly Dahyun turns to look at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Y/N, You said you need more housemates right? is that room in your apartment still available?" She asks. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yeah.. and what are you implying now Dahyun..?" I ask her.

She giggles. "My idea is, maybe you can share your apartment with Jimin! He needs a place to stay and you need more money to pay the rent. Perfect!" Dahyun suggest.

I think back for a moment. Me and Jimin had just re-build our friendship, it'll definitely be a bit awkward living together with a former best friend. Plus, Seokjin wouldn't like this idea of having a guy housemate but neither less, i can't let Seokjin keep helping me pay the rent when i'm the one whose always here. Poor him.

I think for a minute while Jimin look at me with his puppy eyes.

"Well? Can I Y/N?" He kinda pleads. Maybe it's not so bad since Jimin is loaded and he can totally pay half of the rent without a problem.

I made my decision. "Urmm... ok. But you have to follow my rules because one, I own the place. Besides Seok-"

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I promise i'll follow whatever rules you're setting. And don't worry i'll be cleaning if you want me to do it! Thank you so much Y/N!" He cuts me happily.

I shrugged and the guys laugh while Youngji glares at me. As they were talking, Youngji scoots closer, "You sure this is a good idea? Letting him stay with you? What would Seokjin say?"

I look at Youngji.

"Yeah. Besides, he doesn't have a place to stay. I can't let him sleep on the streets right?"

...

The Next Day.

That evening after class, I told Jimin to wait in front of his old dorm so i can pick him up. He doesn't really know where to wait here, so he gladly agreed and as i arrived there, he's already in front of the doorstep, chatting with Hanbin excitedly.

I approach them. "Took you so long, where you've been? Jimin is too excited he basically can't wait to get the hell out of here," Hanbin stated while Jimin looks at me cheerfully.

"Sorry, There's traffic and my class just finish. You ready to go?" I ask Jimin. He nods, pulling the strap on his bag pack and begin to pick up two large boxes in his hand. I saw his suitcase and he tried to reach it but his hands are full, so i offer to help.

"I'll bring it Jimin," i told him. He shook his head, refusing the idea.

"No, it's okay-" but i cut him by pulling the suitcase towards the car and he follows me defeatedly. We begin to load his stuff in the back of the car when i notice someone standing behind us. I turn around to look at who it is, and it was someone i didn't expect to see.

Jungkook.

"Hi Y/N... urm.. how are you?" He asks me nervously. I smiled back at him since we're in good terms now. "I've been doing fine, thank you for asking," I replied softly.

Jimin glares at him sharply but didn't say anything, afraid that if he did, i might get at angry at him for scolding Jungkook because of the past. Jungkook stood there awkwardly, feeling a bit intimidated by Jimin's gaze.

"That's great. I rarely see you around after our... meeting a week ago and i just wanted to know how you've been doing. So, I'll get going now.. nice meeting you both again." He says and turn around to leave.

That's when i notice, he was carrying a duffel bag, one hand pulling a suitcase and behind him was his bag pack. Curiosity got the best of me.

"Hey Jungkook, where are you going? Why do you bring so many bags with you?" I asks. He stops on his track to answer me.

"Oh this.. actually, i was kicked out of my temporary dorm, the fraternity seniors are back, and they won't allow me to stay there even for a day before i find another dorm to stay. So, heh, here I am." He said shyly.

"You too? I though i was the only one!" Jimin exclaimed behind me.

Wow, drastic change Park Jimin.

Jungkook smiles sadly. "So where are you going to stay now? You can't sleep on the street, the nearest motel here is about 15 kilometre's away, and the last bus to go there is two hours ago. Where are you going?" I ask him feeling sorry for the guy. What a shitty seniors they have.

"Urm.. yeah. I'm not sure either. I don't really know anybody here beside you guys. It's okay Y/N, you don't need to worry about me, I'll figure something out. Right now, i need to stay positive. So, thanks for worrying about me," he replied but i looked at him pitifully.

Although Jimin doesn't grew fond of him, he too looks sorry for the guy. Seeing him helpless makes me wonder what will happen to him, it'll probably be hard because he had to settle in this new place, alone.

Right then, my light bulb of idea brights up. Why? Maybe the pity feelings occurs in some part of my mind.

"Hey Jungkook," I called him. He turns around and look at me once more.

"I can help you."

...

Y/N’s Apartment. 8:30 PM.

The elevator door open as we arrived at the 2nd floor which is where my apartment is.

"This is not a good idea Y/N, not a good idea." Jimin whispers as i unlock the door to my apartment.

I choose to ignore him. First, this is my apartment and i can do anything i want to. As the door flung open, I put my shoes on the rack and welcome them in. Them? Oh I forgot, by 'them,' I mean both Jimin and Jungkook.

Yup, I decided to help Jungkook by letting him be the second renter because one, i feel sorry for him and two, there's no dorm available for his stay here. I can't let him sleep at a motel. At first, Jimin strongly rejects the idea, but after we had a small talk, he had to accept him, want it or not. I told him, with Jungkook as an additional, the rent payment will be much more lesser and there's so many room, so Jimin gives up.

And that's how we end up here.

Jimin and Jungkook's gaze were all over the house, first landing on the ceiling, then on the couch and then, the decorations. They enter the house with their stuff and I closed the door.

"Welcome to my apartment, or should I say, Our's now. Sorry if it's not what you guys are expecting," I said and went to the kitchen, picking up a few bowls and put it into the sink, all because i haven't wash it last night. When i looked back at them, Jimin was smiling while Jungkook's eyes were set on the video game.

"What do you mean? This is more than what i expected! I love it Y/N," Jimin said and i smiled at him, glad that he likes it. Jungkook also look at me contently. "Yeah, This place is very nice Y/N. Thank you for letting me stay here," Jungkook stated. I nod my head.

"Glad you guys like it, here i'll be showing up your rooms." I told them and they each pull their bags and suitcase, following my steps.

The living room was in the center and so as the kitchen. So, each wing consist of two bedrooms and one bathroom at each end of the hall. I went to the right wing first, where my bedroom is.

"There are four room in this house, and this one here is my bedroom. So, this is the no enter zone get that?" I explain to them as i showed my room on the right side. They chuckled softly while following their tour guide. Then, i showed them the second room which was across mine.

"That's the bathroom. This is the second room. So, if you guys are interested, help yourself." I said but before i even got the chance to finish, both men quickly went inside shoving each other's shoulder away.

"I'm here first," Jimin told Jungkook sternly.

"What? No way. I saw the room first," Jungkook claimed. They were almost pulling each other's hair before i stopped them.

"Guys, there are other room, you know that right? no need to fight okay, aish, are you guys in kindergarten or something?" I laugh at their silliness. They stopped but still give death glares to each other.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissor to determine who gets the room," Jimin propose. Jungkook, feeling a bit challenged, smirks.

"Game on," he replied.

I shook my head at these silly guys and went to the third room which is on the left wing.

"Come here when one of you loses!" I yelled, laughing softly before i open the door to the third room. A few minutes later, someone knock and enters the room. It was Jungkook. A gloomy expression plastered on his adorable face.

"So you loses huh?" I asks. He nods, pouting a bit. I giggled and showed him the room while comforting him.

"So this is your room, and across yours are the 4th room which is the last one. Oh, and the bathroom are just as the same as on the right wing. It's in the end of this hall which is exactly on the right side of your bedroom. Don't worry, i wash the bathroom each once a week, it's still clean if that's what you're wondering," I told him and he let out a laugh.

He look at me deep in the eyes while putting his stuff down.

"Thanks Y/N. This is too much of a help. Thank you so, so much, i don't know how to repay you," he thanked me and i give him a thumbs up.

After the tours's over, i told them i'll make two more spare keys tomorrow and hand it to them. I also explain to them about the payment and the bills on how to pay and when to pay, basic things about the house over dinner.

I admit, the dinner was a bit awkward and quiet, but we're OK i guess. Still, no one mention about the past. We only exchange a few words about the apartment's stuff but surprisingly, the conversation turns out great. After we finish, they thanked me for the good food and help me clean the tables. Jimin and Jungkook had learn to befriend each other and i was glad about it.

"Hey guys, I'm going to sleep now, you guys should get some rest too, good night," I told them as i went to my bedroom. They smile at me, both thanking me for today, and saying goodnight to me.

"Good night Y/N," I heard before drifting into a sweet slumber.

...

A week later.

I had texted Seokjin saying i have new housemates now, so he wouldn't worry about my allowance money anymore. He texted me back saying he's happy about it and I should cook my amazing bibimbap for them. My boyfriend is so supportive.

Today, we decided to eat at Mochi's since we haven't gone there for a long time. The whole gang was there and we were waiting for Jimin and Jungkook at the park to go celebrate Dahyun's birthday since Youngji and Jackson insist on me bringing them along.

"I'm thirsty, I'm going to buy some water at the machine, who wants some?" I offer while checking my purse. They all shook their head and went back to whatever they're doing. Youngji offers to follow me and I gladly accepts.

We were walking happily when she asks me, "You seems happy Y/N? How are the boys? They didn't do anything weird right?"

I giggled, shaking my head.

"Nah, they're good. They follow every rule i made, even the stupid one about the curtain," Youngji laugh hardly at those words.

"Good to know." She told me.

I was lining behind the machine because in front of me, stood a man who was buying some tinned coke. His back was facing me so i didn't get to see his face.

He push the button repeatedly but his drink didn't came out. I feel a bit sorry since I knew the machine is always like this so i try to help him. I went in front and spam the machine a bit hard. Luckily, his drink came out and he bent down to pick them.

"It just needs a little spam," I stated and Youngji giggles behind me. The man softly chuckled and stood up to thank me.

I look into his eyes as the time seems to stops,

The surroundings seems to cold as he stares at me in a wave of shock.

I wish i haven't help him earlier, I have wish to never see his disgusting face in this world anymore yet here he is, standing a breath away from me.

This is everyone, the worst guy that I used to have a crush on.

The one I hate the most.

The one, I'm too embarrassed to say, I too have fall for his stupid game.

Kim Taehyung.

🍡

[werewolferr]

game changer (pt 1) | stefan butler

* gif from @winterswake *

pairing: stefan butler x reader

plot: after months of strain and hard work, Stefan finally takes the completed Bandersnatch to Tuckersoft. when he gets there he finds that he still has a lot of work to do. luckily he has the best partner

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: nothing really. swearing that’s it tho

a/n: so this imagine is set after stefan finishes the game and he didn’t kill his dad, colin is good and so is his mental health (i spent so long trying to get a good ending, you don’t understand) Also apologies for how much the perspective changes, im hopeless. i ‘m going ti do a 2nd part, but would anyone be interested in a mini series ??

Stefan rubbed his clammy hands against his dark blue jeans and shifted slightly in the uncomfortable bus seat. His mind was on edge, he had finally finished his game (with some of his sanity still attached). He was now on his way to meet Mr Thakur at Tuckersoft to show him the final product.

“Just stay calm Stefan. Breathe in and out, everything is fine” He mumbled to himself, rubbing his hands down his jeans.

Stefan leant to his right side and opened his bag, pulling out his cassette player and headphones. He grabbed his Tears for Fears cassette and slipped it into the player, he threw his headphones over his ears and pressed play.

He sunk back into his chair, trying his best to relax and keep himself calm.

———————

You leant back in your office car, feet propped on your desk. You stared down at your worn, now off white converses and you bit down on your pen.

You were at a creative blockage and it was driving you crazy.

Mr Thakur had recently asked you to help with the product design of a new game he might be investing in. It was called Bandersnatch and from what Thakur had told you, it was a multichoice game based on a book by Jerome F. Davies.

From what you found out about him, he was a genius/psychopath. Driven insane by the book, Bandersnatch, which resulted in him cutting his wife’s head off. You hoped this game designer wasn’t like that, seeing as you had to work with him on the marketing, the cover design, the posters. And you didn’t particularly fancy your head getting chopped off.

You sat back up in your seat, dropping your feet on the floor with a thud. You ran your hands over some of the drafts you’d come up with. Your bracelets colliding with the wood of your desk, making a horrid sound. You didn’t particularly like them, they were all so bland and unappealing. You sighed at yourself, “What the fuck are these Y/N, you can do better than this! You’ve designed for Colin Ritman, iconic game designer”

“Why thank you” You heard from your right, you turned to see Colin Ritman. Looming by your desk, a fresh cigarette in between his lips.

You smiled at him lightly, “Alright love?” You ask.

“Yeah, I’m ok” Colin replied nonchalantly “Can see you’re at a creative stump” You furrowed your eyebrows at him and replied “Is it that obvious?” You laughed.

“No. But I’ve been there so many times it’s like I have a rader for it” He says, deadpan. You laughed at him, running your hands through your hair.

“Hey can I ask you somethin’?” You say, swinging your chair side to side.

“Sure, fire away” Colin said sitting down on the edge of your desk.

“Have you met the guy creating Bandersnatch?”

“Urmm, yeah” He nodded “I met him when he first came in and pitched the idea to Thakur”

“What was he like? Did he seem nice..... weird?” You pressed, leaning forward.

“Yeah, he seemed ok. He was young, kind of awkward. But nice enough.” Colin replied. You nodded at him as he lit is cigarette. “Why you asking?” He asked as he drew the cigarette from his mouth.

“Urgh, I don’t know Colin. It will seem stupid but after researching the author of the book, Bandersnatch and how the book drove him insane and he chopped his wife’s head off. It kind of just freaked me out” You replied tapping your pen on the desk. You looked back to Colin to see him laughing at you slightly

“Stop it!” You said, leaning over and hitting his leg.

“Ok, ok” Colin said, still laughing slightly “But the guy who wrote it, Jerome F. Davies, is actually such a genius-“

“He chopped his wife’s head off” You say putting emphasis on the words “chopped” and “head”

“Well apart from that. You should really read his book, it’s so fascinating and it will be good for working on this project” Colin said.

“Yeah... I suppose”

“Well, I’ll see you in a bit” Colin said getting up from his desk. “I got to get back to work, good luck with your new project.

“Thanks. Good luck with your work as well” You said, waving as he walked away.

You glanced over your drawings and intial notes again. Letting your mind wander about what you were going to do and what this guy might be like. You really hoped he was going to be nice or at least not a psychopath.

“Mrs L/N”

The voice of Mr Thakur snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yes Mr Thakur” You looked to Mr Thakur.

“You want to come to my office now. Stefan, the programmer creating the new game, he should be here a few minutes. So, I’d like him to meet you straight away, so you can start working on the design.”

“Oh ok. I’ll pick my designs up now and bring them to your office” You said, getting up from your chair.

“Cool, see you in a sec” Mr Thakur said, clicking his fingers at you.

You scrambled your notes and drafts together and picked up your many pencil cases. Piling all of them in your little arms.

Carefully you begin your walk from your messy desk to Mr Thakur’s office.

———————

The lift stopped with an unnerving thud and the doors opened with a creak. Stefan walked out the lift, pulling his headphones off his ears and leaving them dangle around his neck. He vaguely remembered the way to Mr Thakur’s and started walking in that direction.

As he arrived into the Tuckersoft section, he spotted Colin at his desk still working on his new game.

“A-alright Colin?” Stefan said as walked past Colin’s desk.

“Yeah, I’m good. How’s the game going Stefan?” He asked, eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Well, I’ve finished it now and I think it’s gone well” Stefan said smiling slightly and tugging on his bag strap.

“Well done mate. I hope it goes well”

“I’ll see you soon then”

“Yeah..”

As Stefan came up to Mr Thakur’s office, he knocked on the door lightly. Hearing a booming voice inside respond with “Come in”

Stefan pushed down on the handle, feeling his hands already become clammy again and he opened the door.

“Hey kid, how you doing?” Mr Thakur spoke walking towards Stefan patting him on the back.

“I’m alright, thank yo-“ Stefan began to say before he noticed a young girl sitting on Mr Thakur’s desk. She was wearing a black knitted jumper with various phrases like “boom”, “pow”, “crash” paired with light denim jeans. Mr Thakur followed the direction of his eyes, to see he was looking at Y/N.

“Stefan, this is Y/N L/N, she’ll be working on the product design with you. Y’know all the posters, the game cover, everything. She’s great” Mr Thakur said as you got up from your place and moved towards the two men who towered over you “And Y/N, this is Stefan Butler.”

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you” You said, walking over to the tall dark haired boy.

“I-Urm-Hi...” Stephen said, cursing himself at his nervousness.

“I’m very excited to be working on Bandersnatch with you” You said, smiling at the boy.

“Miss Y/N has been apart of some incredible projects, particularly recently she’s been working with Colin Ritman and a lot of his projec-“

“You’ve worked on Colin’s games?” Stefan smiled, eager to ask you about it.

“Oh yeah. Metl Hedd, Demons + Dragons, Moonlight”

“Wow, i love those games. And the artwork on it is incredible” Stefan gushed slightly.

“Aw, thank you so much love” You grinned, a brush creeping up your cheeks.

Stefan pulled down firmly on his bag strap again. His hands were sweating and he was trying his hardest to not think about the heat rising to his face.

He had just met, possibly the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Your long h/c framed your face perfectly, moving lightly with your every moment. You had the most beautiful smile that would light up your e/c eyes. It was sending Stefan crazy, butterflies were flapping frantically in his stomach.

“Stefan!”

“Stefan!” Mr Thakur said, clicking his finger.

“Hm” Stefan said still looking at you.

“Back in the room buddy?” Mr Thakur laughed

“Y-yes, sorry” Stefan said now moving his attention to him.

“Could we look at your game now, so then we can get started on production?”

“Yeah, of course” Stefan replied, beginning to search through his bag to find the game.

“Ok, just pop it in your here” Mr Thakur said turning his computer so everyone can see the screen and then switching it on. Also checking the console was on and working.

Stefan put the game in the cartridge and pressed play. “Ok this is how the game works”

After Stefan had walked you and Mr Thakur through the majority of the game. You were left speechless, the work he’d done was incredible, groundbreaking. You didn’t know what to say, you felt so excited to be able to slightly help with this project, and even more excited to play it when it was released.

“I’m investing!” Mr Thakur shouted. Raising from his set and scaring Stefan half to death. Mr Thakur often did this when he found a new project he liked so Y/N was use to it.

“Kid, this game is so good. The world needs Bandersnatch!” Mr Thakur continued to shout “Honestly, kid. When you came to me and asked for more time on the game, I was nervous. I thought you wouldn’t be able to do, but you proved me wrong” Mr Thakur said punching Stefan in the shoulder, a little harder than intend as Stefan rubbed his shoulder lightly.

“Y/N! Just double checking, are you still interested in this project? Because I need you to be completely on board ok if you’re going to do it, it needs all your efforts” Mr Thakur pressed.

“Definitely. I’m 100% on board, I really want to work on this project” You beamed, jumping up and down on the spot. “Only if you’ll have me Stefan”

“Yes, of course. Your work is incredible” Stefan blushed slightly.

[anthonyed]

winterhawk: witching hour

it was friday. clint was minding his own business - albeit it's past three at fuck-o'clock and he's playing fruit ninja in the vent - he's really just, minding his own business

which was why when the vent started stinking of sulphur, he paused the game (now, it took a lot to have clint pause ANYthing in his life, but right then, he did)

then there was a strange rattling from outside, followed that blood-curdling noise of someone scratching the chalkboard.

there was no chalkboards in the tower - tony's a rich bastard like that, popping blue thingy from out of nowhere, all fancy smancy - so... how?

when the seconds passed without anything else, clint sagged into his lump-potato sack position in the vent and resumed the game. he's wickedly slashing away from all those bomb-bastards when he heard it -

sniffles. soft and muffled.

clint froze

now, you see; clinton francis barton ain't a catholic or particularly invested in supernatural shits. but he'd heard about haunted objects and properties. he'd witnessed magic - fucking avengers and fucking battles. he'd also, once, okay maybe like every day that ends with y, spent inappropriate time lurking in the horror side of youtube... movie sites... articles? annabelle... urm..ed and lorraine warren?

okay fine. he'd heard of supernatural existence and was never going to explicit comment on that ever. like, forEVER.

another sniffle.

clint could swear he smelled more sulphur. he checked the time on his phone - fruit ninja long since lost now that who the fuck even care about that shit anymore - fuck! It was literally demon o'clock

0330

clint's thumbs immediately google up the time and demon:

3:00 AM is the witching hour, when the devil, demons, and ghosts are at it's strongest. Some say if you wake up at this hour, somebody is watching you. Another thing is, there might be footsteps, unusually loud. And theres a legend that if you do something, ex: talking to Siri, playing games, making something, could result in something unusually frightening. - urban dictionary

oh shit! clint panicked

to make matters worse, his brain was replaying that interview he watched on a bunch of priest preparing for exorcism:

"three, three thirty in the morning; considered the hour when the devil mocks the holy trinity"

who the fuck or what the fuck the holy trinity was, that clint didn't know - nor did he cared now that his arm's hair are sticking up and more nail against chalkboard sound like hello?? demon or devil? the fuck with the cliche?? clint wanted to yell, but at the same time he couldn't even flex a toe.

shit shit shit, he panicked, huddled with a phone to protect him against the devil in a fucking vent; shit shit shit

then

tHEN

as soon as he saw the clock change 0331, he was up on his elbows and knees; hah! 0331 was no longer witching hour was it now?

except, he was half body dangling down the vent, about to make a landing when someone shrieked - high pitch, full on gabriella from high school musical - clint landed painfully on his butt

"what the fuck!!?" bucky barnes stood, wrapped fully in a black fleece throw like a reaper of sort

"what the fuck are you doing here!?" clint yelled back because, hello! he was minding his own business remember?

barnes glared. clint deliberately glared right back.

then it clicked. Oh.

all those metallic screech and crying -

"where did you get the sulphur?"

barnes looked at him like he's cuckoo. "what?"

"sulphur, buffon! the shitty smell you get when you fart egg?"

to his credit, barnes actually looked mildly disgusted. clint preened inwardly (it was nice to see some emotions on his ugly face, he supposed)

"stark and pym brought a bunch of eggs to the lab earlier" he grumbled under his breath, still glaring at clint as if he was doom or something

clint shrugged. well that explained it, except - "we're you crying?"

oh wow, now barnes looked like he was legit gonna murder clint.

"okay, cool. TMI, i get it. cool cool"

some stupid cricket screeched in the background. in manhattan. imigrant much, crickey?

clint cleared his throat, feeling shockingly awkward. wow. that was new. no thanks, he won't like to experience that again, to be returned please. and cash back, thank you very much

"can you bake?" he asked barnes. because well, he was hungry and it was early morning now that stupid witching hour had passed

barnes nodded. "cool" clint said. "wanna bake?"

-

he didn't bake. mostly, okay, fine. all of it was barnes, but the cake was good. clint ate like 3/4 of it, then shamelessly fell asleep of barnes' arm

it was fine. barnes won't tell. just like clint won't tell about barnes' crying witching hour

[peterjakes]

My Mad Fat Diary Fanfic - The Two Months - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The First Meeting

I'm still unsure about this chapter - maybe a little too dialogue centric? Lemme know.

Archie and Barney meet in a corner shop - how exciting!

Also posted on ao3: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20154688/chapters/49483409#workskin

Some meetings are by chance, you both need to stock up some jam, you both love the theatre, you both need to cross the road. Others are controlled by fate, or at least that’s what Archie’s mum always says. His parents met by this apparent notion. It was meant to be. Archie never really believed in that. Maybe, there was some truth in it, but it wasn’t this magical thing. They met. Liked each other. Fell in love. Got married. Had two kids. End of.

It wasn’t that Archie hated romance or anything like that. Actually, he was a pretty romantic soul. He’d just never been given the chance to show that side of him. Sneaking Rae off to the leisure centre after hours hadn’t been his best work, even he could admit that. He had taken Lacey Croft to see Sense and Sensibility when it came out, which he thought was a pretty good shot. He’d never been romanced though. Something he wanted to change. But something they seemed pretty unlikely.

But fate? Archie wanted to believe in it, he really did. But sadly didn’t. There wasn’t some kind of powerful force controlling your life or who you met. Your own actions decided that. And it just happened that Archie decided to get a pint of milk for the house the exact time that Barney was stocking up on some cigarettes and a crate of beer. What a coincidence.

“Archibald!” Archie had just picked up a pint of milk from the freezer when he heard the voice of the boy who had infiltrated his dreams the past few days. He turned his head, the first thing his eyes saw was Barney’s glistening smile, the one that made all of the girls weak at the knees, a feeling that Archie was beginning to understand.

Barney strolled over to Archie, with a little swagger in his walk. Archie was quite bemused at this sight, Barney also seemed super cool, but the current setting almost diminished that. Managing to compose himself just as Barney slapped his hand onto Archie’s shoulder, his usual sign of ‘hello’, Archie tried to rid the thought of anything unnatural. “Good to see ‘ya mate, it’s been a while. What ‘ya been up ‘ta?”

“Oh, you know.” Archie pushed his glasses off of the rim of his nose, wanting to seem as chilled out as possible and not making it obvious that he’d wish the ground would just swallow him whole before he did something or said something embarrassing. He wasn’t entirely sure how to react to Barney, especially after his recent conversations with Finn and Chop. Yes, he was also friendly, and they’d gotten pretty close over the past year, but they weren’t ‘best pals’.

“Always so mysterious. I like it.” Barney gave the boy beside him a subtle smile and edged towards him slightly, already holding tight his packet of cigarettes. Archie was beginning to feel uneasy – he didn’t want there to any awkward silences or for him to blurt something out that was ruin the conversation. It had been a long time since the two had seen each other or even been alone together, and Archie didn’t want to spoil it. He’d like this moment to last more than 10 seconds if he was being completely honest.

There a pause. Luckily for Archie, Barney knew how to fill it. One of his many talents, one that he knew he’d had to invoke with Archie. He was a funny sort. That’s what Barney first thought when they met. Not that there was anything strange about Archie or off. Barney always held him in high regard. He could just tell that he wasn’t like other lads, he had more about him. It was no wonder he had so many girls after, nearly as many as Barney – which was something he would have never admitted out loud.

“Saw Chop ‘t’day,” Barney said as casually as he could, not wanting it to seem like he was egging Archie to say anything he didn’t want to.

“Oh?” Of course, he had. Archie tried to hide his disappointment at the mention of Chop. It was unlikely that they’d talked about Archie, or that Chop would have mentioned what he asked about when Archie last saw him. Chop wasn’t always aware of certain things, but he wasn’t stupid, and he wouldn’t have dropped Archie in it. But why would Barney mention it? Archie didn’t tell anyone every time he saw Finn or Rae. Was it a coincidence that Chop had mentioned Barney and then they suddenly met up? Maybe. Archie was always a worrier, especially when it came to things like this. But he was out now. Properly. He needn’t have things to worry about. Not really. But that just wasn’t the case. He could feel himself getting more worked up by the minute, praying to God that Barney didn’t notice. Thankfully for Archie, Barney was none the wiser. Even though he should have been, by the way Archie was acting. He could extremely obvious at times like these.

Barney could see a slight confusion on emerging on Archie’s face, but couldn’t understand why. Barney liked to pride himself on being a pretty good judge of character, but Archie was someone he still couldn’t figure out. Even after knowing him for five years. To try and ease the tension, he brushed past Archie, slightly leaning over him and grabbed the last crate of beers sitting on the shelf and gave Archie a little wink as if to say, ‘when you know, you know’.

“He’s such a mental case sometimes, always going on about some crap. I don’t know how you spend so much time w’him, I need breaks in-between” Barney said as he popped the beer create under his arm, trying to make it didn’t slip away. His infectious laugh filled the small corner shop, which was empty besides the two boys and Mr. Parker. Archie couldn’t help but smile at this, Barney’s biggest fan (apart from possibly Archie) was himself. But that was something that made him so endearing. He was ridiculously cocky, but he didn’t love himself to the point that you couldn’t have a decent conversation with him. And he did care about other people. Even if he cared about himself just as much.

“It’s a special skill of mine,” Archie said with such confidence that it almost didn’t sound like him. His apparent attempt at something, flirty? Possibly. But Barney was right – Chop could be a right handful, especially when he had a plan or got excited about something quite menial. But that was what made him so charming.

“I bet it is. Might have to teach meh. Got any other special skills?” Barney was an extremely flirtatious person. He seemed to flirt with everyone. This was something that Archie didn’t notice when they were first introduced. Too innocent. But since he’d gotten to know Barney, he saw how much he flirted with the girls. Sometimes the things he said, to even Finn or Chop, seemed a little… well… “I never got ‘ta chance to say,” Barney placed the crate down beside the two, creating a bridge between them and disrupting Archie’s thoughts. “I thought what ‘ya did was super brave, mate.” A crack appeared in Barney’s voice, which did ruin the sincerity of what he wanted to say. That didn’t happen often, usually, his confidence would fill the room. This was a side Archie wasn’t used to. But he liked it. He liked the vulnerability in him.

Archie was pretty surprised Barney even dared to mention his coming out. Not many of the lads Archie hung around with had, apart from Finn and Chop. He’d assumed they didn’t hate his guts considering they still wanted to see him. And maybe some thought what he did was cool. But none had outrightly said it was, as Barney put it, ‘brave’. Archie could see Barney was waiting for an answer, but Archie didn’t know what to say. ‘Thanks’ probably wouldn’t cut it. He started to fiddle with his glasses and avoided Barney’s eye.

“Urm, right. Cheers, Barn. Appreciate that.” blurted Archie, who hadn’t had a clue on how to respond and that was the nonsense his brain decided to go with. ‘Appreciate’. Wow. Archie really knew how to sound like a 50-year-old woman.

“I mean it, mate. I couldn’t have. You’re class.” Somehow, Barney not avoiding the subject and actually talking about it head-on was really attractive for Archie. It showed him that Barney wasn’t afraid. Wasn’t afraid of talking about it. But why did he mention it? When Archie had originally come out, Barney wasn’t around much. Archie didn’t think this was intentional, a lot of people had started to avoid him, but for some reason, he didn’t think that was why. But when Barney had been around, he still acted the same way towards him. Maybe even a little kinder. Like he understood in some way.

It became obvious to Barney that Archie didn’t particularly want to talk about ‘that’, and Barney got it. It was still relatively new for Archie, and having people going on about it to him probably wasn’t the best thing to do, so he tried to swiftly move the conversation along to something a little less awkward.

“Should come for a drink w’me and the lads, been way too long. Be a laugh.” Barney couldn’t remember a time where he and Archie had been alone together. He didn’t want to seem so forward, but Archie was a mate and well… he wanted to get to know him better. He heard of the gang having a bit of trouble the past few months, and in that time, he’d spent more time with Chop than anyone else. But only now did he wish he’d reached out to Archie. He’d been given a load of shit from too many people. But anyway, they wouldn’t alone. Little Al and Lizard would tag along, they always did. But Barney didn’t mind admitting to himself that spending some time with Archie, without anyone else, would probably be quite enjoyable.

“I’d love that. Need it.” Archie nodded, trying to seem casual. He did need a drink. That was something he had needed more and more recently. Which wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

“College working you hard?”

“Just a tad. Never see you there.” Archie tried to pass this off with a cheeky smile, which was reciprocated by the handsome boy beside him.

“I’m there! Sometimes. Just got better things to do with me time, mate. Could join me somet-“ Barney stopped mid-sentence, glancing towards the shop window as if he’d seen something he shouldn’t have. Archie looked in that direction but didn’t see anything significant. He gazed back over to Barney, who was still distracted by the non-existent distraction. What was he going to say? Why didn’t he want to finish it? Archie had spent way too long overcomplicating and worrying about these kinds of things in the past. But he was young. And couldn’t help it.

Archie waited a moment before bringing Barney back to reality, “Barney?”

“Sorry, mate.” Barney shook his head, ridding whatever that thought was from his mind and gave Archie one of his signature smiles. “College isn’t me cup o’tea, let’s just say that.” Archie could tell there was more to it than that. It was true Barney, like most of the people Archie knew, hated college and tried to spend as much time as they could away from it.

“Whose is it really? Some of us just need it.” And wasn’t that the truth. Archie hadn’t been enjoying college for a while – but it had become a routine. Something he had to do, especially if he wanted to actually make something of his life.

“Going Durham, right? That’ll be class, mate.” Barney didn’t know much about any universities. That wasn’t his scene, not really. But he did think it pretty cool how committed Archie was. He knew what he wanted, he’d worked hard for it, and he was going to get it. And get out of this dump. Barney was rather jealous, a feeling he wasn’t used to.

“Yeah, guess so. Nothing can beat this beautiful town though, eh?” And Barney’s face. That was something Archie would desperately miss.

“Oi – don’t go dissing it! Barney Stimson was born and raised here and look at him now!” Barney started to show off, flipping the beer crate between his two flexed arms and just catching it.

“Suppose it has a special something – whatever that is.”

“Ha! You know, you can funny be when ‘ya want to. Very,” Barney laughed and punched Archie lightly on the shoulder. “But I better go, mate.” Barney bowed his head with some sincerity, waltzed towards the counter and within a flash he was gone.

Archie allowed himself to take a moment as if he needed to exhale after quite a stressful 5 minutes. He glanced down to his hands, to make sure he wasn’t shaking and picked the pint up again. Not caring if it was full fat or skimmed. He didn’t understand why he’d become so nervous around Barney. They’d hadn’t seen each other in while; in all honesty, Archie hadn’t given Barney much thought. He’d been so involved with his and the gang’s problems that nothing else has entered his brain. But since speaking to Chop and even Finn, Barney had been in his mind. They were friendly enough with each other. But one of the only times they’d actually spent a lot of time together was at that sexy party. Since then, well, it wasn’t that barney had avoided him or even vice versa, but their paths hadn’t crossed much. Which disappointed Archie. He liked Barney and his company. But he hadn’t thought beyond that, not really. He hadn’t let himself.

But seeing Barney again, in the flesh, made all the world of difference to Archie. He actually felt happy for once, which was a rare feeling for Archie recently. He was almost skipping down the road on the way home at the thought of seeing Barney again. He knew that his problems could go away or be solved, even if he wasn’t facing up to them just yet.

[lizzzweasley]

Hand-me-downs (George x Reader)

Honestly Thankyou for so much support! As I say all of you inspire me and I love you all for it! Don’t be scared to drop me a message ❤️ this is a follow up to love potion❤️

You sat on your bed.

I have to tell him, the love potion smelled like him.

You sit there staring at the sprawl of books on your bed.

Angelica walks in, she is looking as gorgeous as ever, but slightly disheveled. She always woke up an hour before you to make sure her makeup and hair looked perfect for the day.

“You okay, y/n?” She asked, walking into the dorm

“Yeah, I’m just thinking, are you?” You asked, but she was already looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her makeup and hair, so she didn’t really hear your response.

“I’m gonna go downstairs, do you want anything?” You asked Angelica

“I’m okay Thankyou! Just “ate” she gave you a wink “with Freddie”

You looked her up and down, the attempts to fix her makeup were obvious now.

You walked down the long winding steps, into the great hall. You search the hall looking for George but no sign of the Ginger haired, pixie pop drinking boy.

Penelope noticed the confusion in your face.

“Looking for someone” she asked from a seated position

“I was just wondering if you’ve seen George” you asked trying to hide your pink cheeks.

“Weasley boy? Yeah he’s out back, quidditch practice” she said.

You didn’t even respond and tried to walk calmly out the hall, but as soon as you left her eyesight you walk turned into a jog.

You walked onto the quidditch turf, which was muggy from the days rain. Madame Hooch asked if you were okay, this was not your domain after all, she was shocked to see you in your dolly shoes, covered in mud.

“Sorry to disrupt, Madame, just waiting for practice to be over, I’m looking for George”

“It’s no worry at all, love, he’s there” she said whilst pointing to what looked like a dot in the sky. “They should be done soon!” She said, still looking at the team, whizzing past in the sky.

You decided to take a seat in the changing rooms until he was done, you put you hand in your pocket and around the love potion. “It’s a dud” you though to yourself.

After a while all the team came into the changing room, you looked the whole team up and down, and while all of them were lovely, they just weren’t your George.

They all looked at you as if to say “should you be in the library” or “what is she doing here”.

George passed, he didn’t notice you at first as he high fived Lee and said “we’re going to kick Slytherins ass!”.

Lee high fived him and then gestured your way to George.

“Is everything okay y/n? Is Fred okay, he didn’t turn up to practice?” He said and his face dropped.

“Everything’s okay George!” You giggled, “I just came to tell you about the love potion” you said shyly

“THEY WORK RIGHT? IVE HAD LIKE FIVE PEOPLE ASK ME TO THE BALL ALREADY!” He said excitedly

“Oh..Erm well, well I guess they work!” you said.

Ask him to the ball? Who would ask him to the ball? Does he like them back? You wondered to yourself

“So, what ya’ here for?” He asked taking off the top part of his quidditch kit off, he didn’t mind, he was totally comfortable.

You saw his chest, it was defined, but not overly, you looked to the floor, the thought of seeing him like that would light that spark in your tummy again.

“Oh erm. I was just wondering if you wanted this” you said pulling a Pixie Pop out of your side bag, you must be shattered after that practice” you said.

“MY FAVOURITE” he said giving you a wink “wait, you saw that?” He shyly asked, but his confidence always covered up his shyness.

“Of course, you’re really good out there you know, and, urm....”

“HEY, we’re gonna go back to the common room! Let’s find Fred and get this party started” Lee said. He was a flamboyant boy, he didn’t really play quidditch, but he narrated it, and turned up to quidditch practice regardless.

The rest of the team walked out, they were pumped up on adrenaline and couldn’t wait to celebrate their (soon to be) win against Slytherin.

George threw his white shirt on , buttoned to his sternum, and put his tie in his bag, he rolled up his sleeves, which honestly drove you crazy.

“Let’s wall back” George said, and then, just like magic, the rain started to fall and you heard it patting against the tent you two were stood in.You grabbed your stuff and he grabbed his and walked into the rain.

His hair was sweaty from the game, but the rain made it wet, splitting into different sections, he took his hand and pushed his wet ear length hair back from his forehead. You could’ve swore you never saw anything more beautiful.

“How are classes going, anyone giving you any jip?” He asked you, not just a conversation starter, but a genuine question.

“Snape’s a bit mean, but bar that I’m am loving it, gets me away from Muggle studies!” You replied, the whole time noticing every raindrop that fell off his hair and onto his shirt, which was practically see through by this point.

You got to the front of the castle now, and everyone was either inside, or lovers in the rain, kissing like it was their first, and you wondered what that would be like.

“You going to the party in the dorm?” He asked you

“Well seeing how it’s about 10 steps away from my bedroom, I guess I must”

When you arrived no one was in the dorm. “This party isn’t whole without Fred” a note from Lee read.

“Welllll I guess we have the place all to ourselvesssss” he said whilst throwing himself down onto the sofa and throwing his arm on the back of it “also you might want to do something about..your shirt”

You were drenched and your black bra was showing through your white shirt, usually you wouldn’t mind, but George could see everything, you weren’t embarrassed, you could feel that heat again, it was moving down your stomach and onto your thighs, and George felt the same way.

“Do you want a jumper?” George asked

regardless of you having a trunk load in your room you couldn’t pass up the offer.

“Please” you said, shaking with cold and anticipation next to the fire.

“Sure thing” he said practically jumping out his seat to run to his room.

He was rummaging around but all he could find was a jumper his mum had knitted him years ago, perfectly preserved in his drawer. It was a green jumper with a gold letter “G” on it.

He grabbed it by the collar and shook it off.

He made his way back down the small chairs where you were still shivering next to the fire.

“There you go!” He said, hand stretched out to you with the jumper in it, his eyes were on the floor, trying not to look at your bra.

“Thankyou!” You said.

He kept his eyes on the floor, “I’ll look away if you like” he said as you started to take off your shirt

“It’s okay! Don’t worry” you said as you turned you back to him to slip off the wet white shirt and put the jumper over the top.

Now when George handed you the jumper it looked small in comparison to him, but when you put it in it fit you like a knee high dress and hit your legs just where your skirt would too. Your skirt was drenched with the rain so you decided to take it off, but leave your knee high socks on.

When George looked at you, he took all of you in, from the knee high socks to the jumper of his that was now draped around your body “wow” he whispered under his breath.

You walked over to him, and he was convinced with that sultry look you had in your eye that you were going to sit on his knee. His shirt still wet from the game and you could still see the outline of his chest.

You stood over him.

“So, who has asked you to the ball?” You asked, almost domineering

“Some girls, the right one just hasn’t stepped forward I guess” he said, he put his hand on the side of the couch and lifted himself up, he was now looking down at you, his wet hair starting to dry on his forehead.

“And who would be the right one? Don’t tell me it’s Penelope” you giggled, but he didn’t laugh, he just kept taking steps towards you, and you kept taking steps backwards until you were against the wall.

He put his hand on either side of the wall next to your head. “Love potion doesn’t create the real thing” winked back at you.

He thew himself into your lips, despite how fast he came at you, his kiss was soft and well though out.

You kissed back and moaned into his mouth, very softly, but even your quiet moments, he heard the loudest.

You raised your leg up to his hip and he grabbed your thigh, kissing and moaning quietly into eachother was enough to warm the both of you up.

When you placed your hands on his chest, the cold of his shirt shocked you, you could feel his heart thumping against the fabric.

He grabbed your other thigh and lifted you up against the wall, he felt his was up your legs and found his hands touching the bottom of the jumper he had given you, which was (poorly) covering your ass.

You let yourself relax against the wall and him, and as you did you could how hard he was, resting against your inner thigh.

You kissed him and he bit your bottom lip, you both giggled .

“fortuna major” you heard people outside the common room say.

You both looked at eachother and gave one last hasty kiss and he placed you down onto the ground and he took a seat back on the sofa, his heart was beating hard, and so was yours.

The party walked in with Lee leading them

“Gry-ffin-dor. We’re-the-ones-that-you-adore” he said chanting, and Fred was following suit. They walked into the common room and with a flick of his wand music stared playing.

Everyone started piling into the common room, chanting the house chant.

You got up to see yourself to bed, george saw you leaving and he felt heavy, he got up to talk to you.

“Y/n...” he said across the room and walking over to you

“Oh, sorry george, do you want you jumper? I’ll wash it and get it straight back to you”

“No , no. In our family we do hand me downs, we don’t have a lot but whatever we do have we share. This is yours now” he said tugging at the sleeve of your (his) jumper.

“Thank you, George” you say, looking straight into his brown eyes, a kiss waiting to happen.

You turn. And make your way up the stairs.

Then 6th or 7th step up, George was still looking at you. But from that angle he could see right up you jumper, which made him hard again.

“Going to bed so soon?” Fred asked george as he was picking up your uniform from the floor, which no one seemed to notice .

“Yeah mate, some of actually turned up for practice” he said jokingly, he took himself to bed, and was thinking of you.

When you reached your room you snuggled down in his way oversized jumped, tonight you didn’t need to smell the love potion, you had the real thing right here.

[doseofchanyeol]

Smiley Face

Request: ANYTHING TATTOO ARTIST SEHUN his teaser got me feeling things 😍

Word Count: 2035

“Hey, can I buy you a drink?” The voice of a guy said over the booming music of the club you were in. You thought that it would be just another loser trying to get you to go home with them; however, when you turned your head to tell him “no thanks”, you stopped short and let out a tiny unnoticeable gasp. It was the guy who you had caught several times looking at you as he tried to wave off other girls. His hair was orange, but somehow it suited him, and you could see his tattooed chest threw his shirt – which he had conveniently forgotten to button all the way up. He grinned at you when he caught your eyes wonder down and then back up. You faced forward quickly so he could only see the side of your face. 

“It’s cool, I have one here” you turned back briefly to show him your alcohol filled glass. You took a sip from the green straw and smiled before turning back. He seemed lost for words, 

“Urm…wow…okay. No one has ever said no to me before.” He chuckled slightly.  “But it’s okay, I’ll just…buy myself a drink.” You looked at him, surprised that he hadn’t just left. You grinned to yourself when you saw him ushering the bartender over. “Can I have whatever she has please? Thanks”. He took a seat beside you and ignored your gaze until his drink arrived and then proceeded to show you his drink and took a sip just like you had, you contained your giggle and just gave him an amused smile. “So, are you here alone?” 

You shook your head, “no, my friends are dancing. My feet hurt so I just came here for some peace”. He laughed, 

“who comes to a club for peace?”

“I didn’t intend on coming here. My friend just got engaged so we’re celebrating.” 

“Oh…are you engaged?” You almost choked on your drink at his words and looked at him with semi-startled eyes, 

“no…no,” you let out a small laugh, mentally reminding yourself of your mess of a love life. 

“So just a boyfriend?” He looked at you attentively, trying to figure out what you were thinking. 

“Nope, just me and my fish.” He laughed and so did you. You spent a good 30 minutes joking and giggling with him about both of your love lives. Surprisingly, he’s worse off than you. He told you about his last girlfriend who cheated on him with his co-worker and former best friend while he was just in the next room. He laughed about it but you could tell that he was still hurt and it didn’t happen that long ago. Everything was going well, until he hit you with another signature line; 

“do you wanna get out of here?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Ah, Sehun-shi. You were doing so well!”

“What? What did I do? Did I say something?”

You playfully rose your eyebrow at how oblivious he was acting. “So where do you want to go? To my place or to your place? To the park?” His eyes widened when he realised what you were hinting at and you laughed when you noticed that he had caught on.

“No no no, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant…because it’s noisy in here…and there’s loads of people…and…” he chuckled when he ran out of excuses. “Okay okay, you got me. I’m sorry you’re just so beautiful.” He winked flirtatiously.

“Yeah whatever playboy.”

“Playboy?” He placed his hand on his chest, acting as if he was surprised. You giggled and he smiled. “But seriously… it’s really loud in here. Come, I know somewhere we can go.”

He got up to leave and stopped when you questioned, “Somewhere?”.

He paused. “Do you trust me?”

“What?”

“I said, do you trust me?” He held out his hand with a grin on his face. For some reason, you did trust him. You only knew his name and had so for no more than an hour…and you trusted him. You placed your hand in his and he immediately led you out of the club to his orange sports car.

“I’m guessing that orange is your favourite colour.” You stated as he opened the door for you and you got in. You saw his smirk as he jogged round. He started the car with the push of a button and the engine started with a satisfying wroom.

“Where are we going? Every where’s shut.” You asked, as he led you down the street which would probably be pretty busy during the day. It was almost 1am, and there were still people wandering around; just a few of them were drunk. You sort of knew where you were, central Seoul. You’d been shopping around here before. He didn’t answer and just stopped, halting you along with him. He dug into his pockets and brought out some keys. You didn’t even know what was happening until he went to the door of a store that read “Tattoo Parlour” and unlocked the door. “Do you own this place?” You asked, with a hint of surprise in your voice.

“No, my boss just gives me the keys so I can bring girls here.” You gasped,

“really?” You removed your hand from his in betrayal.

“No, of course I own it. You’re so gullible.” He chuckled, taking your hand back in his and lead you further inside through the darkness. He flicked on a light revealing the well done and stylish tattoo parlour. It was decorated with amazing graffiti on the wall that passed for art, and some cool tattoo designs. In a few corners were pictures of celebrities that had supposedly got their tattoos done there, seeing that they were proudly showing off their tatts.

“This place is so sick. Did you do this?” He watched you going around the room and looking at everything in awe. He wasn’t lying when he called you beautiful, he could see you so much more clearly than he could in the darkly lit club and your beauty exceeded his expectations and more. He nodded at the art you were pointing at on the wall. You practically pranced around the whole store, through every room. Every room was filled with new colours and new drawings covering the walls. You saw some of your favourite celebrities and gasped several times. He even offered to let you meet some of them and you playfully hit him, telling him to stop pulling your leg. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“Do you have any tattoos?” He asked, as he watched you flick through one of his portfolios as you sat on his desk chair in his office. You shook your head and looked up at him.

“I’ve never really thought getting one, they look cool though.”

“Do you want me to give you one?” He sat down on the desk, and you leaned back in the chair. Was he being serious? Now? “Come on. Just something tiny. On your ankle. A heart!” His eyes were coated in excitement and you smiled as his irresistible charm.

Somehow, you ended up sitting on one of those beds, with your foot flat on it and your leg up like a mountain so you could hug it. Things were much more serious now, more intimate. Sehun silently got his tattoo gun ready, he looked up and caught you staring at the device with fear on your face. “It’s not going to hurt much, and it’ll be over in no time. It’s only small.” You nodded and he smiled, that his beautiful smile and you eased up a bit. He turned it on and it roared lowly and intimidatingly. He brought his hand close to your ankle and started shaking his hand like he was losing control. “Woahhh…” his voice was shaky and scared, like a warning. You gasped, pulling your leg away. He laughed, “I’m just teasing you. But are you sure?” You tutted at him and sighed.

“Yeah just do it. Quick.” You squeezed your eyes shut, your face scrunching up slightly. He looked at you for a bit, admiring your face and how cute yet sexy you are. He shook his head, realising that he was distracted and got to work. You breathed through the sharp, but short-lived pain.

“Okay done.” He said and put some Clingfilm on it. You opened your eyes and silently thanked God that it was over. A single tear fell from your eye and you wiped it away quickly, chuckling. You looked down at the heart and smiled. Who would have thought that you would get your first tattoo at 1am by some guy you barely knew but really liked? “Okay your turn.” He grinned.

“What? What do you mean?”   

“I mean…it’s your turn to give me a tattoo.”

“What?! Are you crazy? I’m not a tattoo artist.”

He chucked, “yeah I know that. Just do something small and cute.” You got up and the two of your switched places. He took off his shirt, revealing his chest and abs which you had expected to be there. “A smiley face.” He pointed to his rib.

“Sehun-ah…I think that this is a bad idea.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just a smiley face. You can do a smiley face, right?”

You nodded, “but”,

“Y/n. I want you too. Please? I gave you one!”

“That’s different idiot! You’re a pro.”

“And you will be one soon. Now come on, there’s no getting out of this.”

After a lot of persuasion and blatant begging you obliged and had the tattoo gun in your palm, it vibrating smoothly. It felt nice, but scary. Having the power to leave something permanent on someone’s body. You felt powerful. “Are you okay?” Sehun chuckled at your expression as you stared down at your hand.

“Yeah, this just feels…weird.”

“It feels good right? Yeah, I love the feeling, there’s nothing like it” he smiled. He laid back, indicating that you should start. You stood up and looked down at his torso, then his chest, then his face; which was smirking at you – as if he could read your mind which was screaming “he’s so sexy”. You cleared your throat and brought your attention to the smiley face that you had drawn with a marker which you would trace over with the tattoo gun. “Take a deep breath, chill…and please don’t fuck up.” He said. “No pressure” he quickly added.

You let out a low chuckle and then mumbled, “yeah that helps loads”. He must have heard you because he laughed. “Okay, I’m going to start okay.” He nodded and you took a deep breath like he instructed. You focused and brought the machine to his skin. It felt weird but you were completely focused and refused to get distracted. You didn’t even notice him staring at you; your expression and the way you bit your lip as you payed attention to your perfect smiley face. He almost jumped went you let out a squeal, he had been so distracted by you. “Done!” He watched as your face lit up and you put the gun down. “It’s so good!” He wasn’t even listening to you, just watching your bright smile. You looked at him wondering why he wasn’t saying anything. “What?” You were still smiling, your voice still filled with excitement. Without even thinking he sat up and swiftly placed his lips on yours, softly holding your cheek as he kissed you. He pulled away, but you pulled him back before he could pull away completely. You hadn’t ever wanted to kiss someone so badly. And he was a good kisser, not just good but amazing. You pulled away after a bit, not wanting it to go too far. He smiled at you before running his hand threw his hair and giving you some Clingfilm to place over the tattoo.

“So y/n…” he began when you had finished. You looked up at him, “Can I get your number?”

Okay so I loved writing this…this was so fun. Please excuse my Aladdin moment with the “do you trust me” crap. It just fit okay 😭😂.

[trex98dreams]

Chapter 3: “The Boyfriend”

Kim Seokjin: The Boyfriend.

Flashback.

"Yah! Lee Y/N! What are you thinking about? Don't stress yourself! I'm sure Hanbin could pass notes to you during exam!" Youngji laugh at Y/N while looking at her horrific zombie look.

It's so tiring, she haven't slept properly ever since the examination date came out. Y/N have to score this time, if not, bye bye scholarship.

She drink the cup of coffee Youngji made her.

"You don't understand Youngji, I'm really afraid i won't do well in this examination, plus, with you moving out of the house, i can't even sleep properly thinking about the amount of money I'll spend to pay the rent alone, IT'S REALLY NOT HELPING YOU KNOW," she pouts.

Youngji laugh silently. It's like Y/N is drowning in her own miserable situation. Youngji patted her shoulder lightly.

"Aigoo my friend, it's going to be alright, stop thinking too much, you're a smart ass girl, wait- no, no, 'We' are smart ass girls. You're going to do fine. I knew it." Y/N sighed heavily. She just wanted to end this exam quickly.

...

Y/N walked around campus with some books in her hand. She was reading while walking, not really paying attention to the path she's taking since her head is already in the exam room now. She walked and walked, when suddenly she bumped hard into someone's chest.

"Oww! That hurts! Watch where you're going next time Mr.-"

"Me? You watch where you're going. You're the one walking around with eyes on the book and not on the road," He said to her. Y/N was fuming.

This guy, how dare he? Y/N thought.

Yet, he pick up her books and helped her. What is he trying-

"Here. I'm sorry. Next time watch where're YOU'RE going. You'll ran into a lamp post next time if you kept doing that." He chuckled, handing one of Y/N’s books to her. Y/N stares into his eyes.

Oh wow, that's one pair of sparkly eyes.

"Sorry," she mutters.

He nods and pulled her up. He gave her a smile and left, leaving Y/N’s mind wonder about him. As soon as he was no where in sight, Y/N focused on her books again.

She wish strangers like him appear in her life every day.

...

"Please Sir! I'm in a hurry! I have exams in 15 minutes and I need that hot dog! Please I'll pay!" Y/N plead as the old guy looks at her furiously.

"Get in the line kiddo! Everybody has important things to do!" He yelled at her.

That's rude. Y/N wish she had woke up earlier and have breakfast. Y/N look at her watch. She sighed heavily. She really can't think when she didn't eat.

I'm doomed.

She was about to run to her exam halls when suddenly, a guy held her hand. Y/N was seriously scared since she though it was some pervert trying to attack her, luckily it's not.

She turn around and face him.

It's that guy from the other day, The handsome stranger. The 'Lamp Post' guy. He hand her a fresh new hot dog that he just bough a second ago. Y/N look at him confused.

Why is he being nice to me? Y/N though. Am I supposed to be treated like this after I blame him for bumping into me on our first meeting?

He gives her a worried smile and took her hand to accept the hot dog. "Here, you need more energy than me," he told her.

She blink at him, confused as why he's being so nice. "No! Its yours, it's okay, i'll find another food." She said to him.

He stares at her and chuckled.

"With what? 10 minutes until exam starts? Come on, you need some energy to not look like a 'walking dead', I'm pretty sure you need this more than I do. Take it," He said.

Y/N awkwardly accept his offers. She's so thankful he saved her life. More specifically, her stomach. She was about to leave after she muttered a 'Thank You' when something stopped her.

Y/N turn to look at him who was still looking at her with warm smile coated his lips. She blushed a little. It's been so long since she felt this way.

"Urm.. would you- urm..like to grab a coffee after this? As a repayment for your generous help?" Y/N ask him shyly.

Damn it! Why did I have to stutter?? He'll think I'm trying to court him. GREAT. Y/N scold herself. She was about to leave when he didn't respond-

"Coffees sounds great. Meet you at Mochi's, Tuesday at 9.30 am. Good luck in your exam!" He said to her. Y/N smiles, offering her hand.

"I'm Lee Y/N by the way. You?" She ask him curiously.

"Nice to meet you, Lee Y/N. I'm Kim Seokjin."

And Y/N gotta say, that's the best 15 minutes of her life.

...

3 months later.

Y/N look up from the dining table. She stares at Seokjin's muscular figure as he cook her favorite dish, shrimp fried rice. This last few months after getting to know Seokjin was amazing. He was sweet, caring and kind, everything a girl wanted in a guy.

And that what makes Y/N foolishly falls for him.

But there's just one small problem.

Y/N wasn't ready to open up.

"Y/N, eat this, close your books please, restrain yourself from studying too much, you're going to drain all your energy," Seokjin advice her while putting the newly home cooked meal in front of her.

"Heheh, sorry, it's just I had a lot of assignments to do and i just need to get this one done, thanks for worrying about me Seokjiniee," Y/N explains cutely.

Seokjin smiles while ushered her to put her books away while she nods, picking her books and calculator placing them on the living room.

As Y/N sat beside him, Seokjin begins to worry again.

"I know, but you had to take care of yourself too. What if anything happens to you? I don't want that, I don't want my cute friend to get sick just because she's stressing over an assignment."

Y/N felt touched. But her heart crack a little when he mentioned 'friend.' Y/N pretend to smile and begin to eat the meal Seokjin made her.

Ever since they knew each other, Seokjin always stop by Y/N’s apartment. Well mainly because first, they're studying the same major and the fact that Y/N seems so lonely without a permanent housemates makes Seokjin pity her. He also cook for her since he knew that girl isn't capable on cooking by herself since she's busy all the time.

Y/N chomps on her food gently. "OK.. how was it?" Seokjin asks. Y/N nods and give him a bright smile. "I love it! Delicious as usual!" She said.

Seokjin chuckled after hearing her cute compliment. Y/N love these moments with Seokjin because somehow, he manage to heal her past wounds. It was comfortable for a while when Y/N tried to say something.

"Seokjin, urm.. actually.. I-"

Ring! Ring! Seokjin excuse himself as he stands up and get his phone from the kitchen counter. Y/N watch him as he pick up the call.

"Hello? Oh hey Nana! How are you?" He said with a bright smile.

A girl? Y/N said to herself. Relax Y/N, You're not going paranoid, You're not his girlfriend, stop being jealous!

Y/N watch as he giggles and walks further away from the kitchen to talk to that mysterious girl on the line. Y/N lost all her appetite and seeing this, Y/N was sure, all this months, Seokjin was just being nice.

She let out a disappointed sigh.

Why would somebody like Seokjin, a gentleman, charming guy like him would want to be with me? Y/N, he's just being nice to you, stop imagining as if he likes you too. He sees you as a close friend not somebody he wants to spend his lifetime with, She told herself.

Seeing Seokjin talks to the girl makes the green monster inside her appeared. It hurts to acknowledge he actually had a girlfriend that he never told anything about. That could had never been his sister, he didn't have one.

So, who is this Nana girl?

Y/N snaps out if her mind after Seokjin chuckled and ended the call, sitting back at the dining table beside her.

"Sorry Y/N, you were trying to say?" He asks but Y/N smiles weakly, unable to hide her jealousy. She look up to him, eyes shining brightly as his full lips looks so tempting while his smile melts every cold core in her heart. She took a deep breath, trying not to sound jealous.

"Ohh.. nothing, who was that on the phone?" She asks curious.

He smiles. "Oh, that? that's Nana." He said smiling at the thought of her.

Y/N frowns. This doesn't feel right. Earlier today, Y/N was so happy because Seokjin said he's coming over tonight. But this? What girl friend call at 11:00 PM just to ask how his guy friend are doing?

Y/N had finish half of her food when she stands up, putting the dishes on the sink. Y/N’s mood become worsen at the though of Seokjin and that 'Nana' girl. Seokjin stares at her confusedly.

"Y/N is something wrong? Are you okay?" Seokjin asks but she just nod, faking a sick expression while massaging her temples.

"I'm just going to bed. I don't feel really well. Sorry Seokjin. I- I'll see you in campus okay?" She try sounding sick but failed.

Seokjin was about to say something but he control himself from doing so because he knew Y/N doesn't like being forced.

"Okay Y/N. Take care. See you tomorrow, I'll lock the door from outside alright?" He said and stares at Y/N, waiting for her to say anything back, but she just disappeared into her bedroom.

"Good night, Y/N." He says as he closes the door.

Y/N laid on her bed, throat heavy from saying those words. But she said it quietly, only for her ears to hear.

"Good night Seokjin, I Love You."

...

Mochi's Restaurant.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I should have played video games AND cook while letting my hand got burned, making an idiot laugh at me without helping," Youngji sarcastically said as she feed Jackson whose left hand were banded, getting it from spending 'bro days' with Hanbin.

Usually, Youngji was the clumsy one while Jackson is always the one who keeps things on it's place, saving Youngji from her clumsiness.

But with Hanbin, the role is reversed. Y/N laugh when Jackson pouts, asking for sympathy from his girlfriend while Hanbin played with his fingers, unable to look and hear Youngji's tantrum at him.

"Sorry okay? It's not like I did it on purpose, I told him to watch over the chick-" Jackson tries to defend himself but was cut off by Youngji.

"Just eat this. That is the last time I'm going to let you and Hanbin, both alone in our apartment. God knows what happens next if I leave you two together," She said while shoving the spoon harshly into Jackson's mouth.

"Sorry Youngji," Hanbin mumbles softly.

"I'm sorry Baby," Jackson follows soon after.

Youngji huffs heavily, making Y/N pity the two innocent boys. Youngji glares at them like a mother scolding her two sons.

Y/N was laughing silently at how scared they look. "Come on Youngji, they seems really apologetic, how can you not forgive them?" Y/N convince her. She squint her eyes for about 5 minutes before exhaled an amount of breath.

"Fine. I accept your apology. But there will be no next time alright? I'm watching you two," She warns them.

"Thank you baby, I promise, next time I'll be more careful!" Jackson exclaimed making them burst into laughter.

After a while, Y/N’s phone rang. She look at the caller and immediately turn it into silent mode. Hanbin catch what she's doing so he snatch the phone from her and took a peek at it.

"Woah! 13 missed calls and 7 messages, all from Seokjinnie~ seems like someone is having trouble in paradise, why are you ignoring him Y/N??" Hanbin read it out loud.

"Give it back Hanbin! Yah! You weren't supposed to read that!" Y/N yells, pulling his arm to take back her phone. Hanbin yelled when Y/N pinch his arm. Y/N put her phone in her bag and continue to eat. She notice them staring at her.

"What?"

Jackson glared at her. "What? You said you like him, why are you suddenly ignoring him?" He asks curiously. She slurps her drink carefully. "I'm not ignoring him, I'm keeping my distance." she replies bluntly.

"Seriously? That's lame," Hanbin responds.

"What's up? Did Seokjin did something to you? I notice you're being different towards him lately, he kept looking for you in campus and ask me your whereabouts," Youngji explains to which Y/N huffs. She doesn't want to answer that question. It's embarrassing to tell them why she's ignoring him.

"Come on, you know you can tell us anything right?? I promise I won't laugh," Jackson adds but she kept stirring the straw in her drink. That was until Hanbin attempted to snatch her phone again.

"Okay! Okay, Fine. I had my reasons okay. No need to take my phone and stalk me jeez Hanbin, thanks a lot," Y/N stops him.

Y/N took a deep breath. "The reason is.. urm.. actually.. I-.. uhgg this is so embarrassing, actually.. We.. Seokjin..-" Y/N was startled when right behind Youngji and Jackson, the man himself appears.

KIM. SEOK. JIN.

Y/N have been avoiding him lately because ever since that night, Y/N felt as she should've just kept her distance from him since he had a girlfriend. She did it to protect her heart from getting hurt.

"Y/N..?"

She felt her breath hitches.

Only hearing him call her make her knees go weak. Youngji, Jackson and Hanbin stared at them both. Y/N catch his eyes, as he catches her's. They stood staring at each other, until-

"Oppa~ what took you so long?" A girl with a model specified look and a long wavy brown hair clings onto his arm. Her blouse and short skirt hugs her slim figure while her red heels capture every man's attention.

Jackson, Youngji and Hanbin's face dropped.

Seokjin stood there frozen.

And Y/N’s heartbeat stops.

She try to act normal so she quickly stood up, trying hard to smile and put on a cheerful face to leave the place immediately.

She walk pass the girl and Seokjin and smile at them with a fake expression but god knows how her heart is hurting.

Just as their hands brushed into each other, Seokjin come to realize why Y/N have been avoiding him lately.

"Nana, I need to talk to you later, for now- Y/N wait!"

Seokjin yells but she manage to escape his grasp, jumping into a vacant taxi. Seokjn tried to catch her but failed. Y/N had already went off leaving him frustrated at the pavements.

It was very quiet in the taxi. But Y/N’s mind was everywhere.

So that's Nana? She sighs. No wonder he had eyes for her, the girl is much more than I can offer.. why always me? Why do I kept getting myself in this situation?

Y/N wiped a single tear that rolled down her cheeks. God it hurts.

Loving someone that could never be yours.

...

Two Weeks Later.

From: Seokjinnie~

Y/N, answer me please.

Are you mad at me?

Have you eaten yet? I'll stop by..

Please Y/N.. just.. call me back please..

Come meet me when you're ready ok? I need to see you.

I Miss You, Lee Y/N.

Ever since that day, Seokjin wouldn't stop bothering her. He wanted to talk to her but Y/N never gave him a chance. He never stop texting or calling her which leads to her constantly ignoring all the attempt of him approaching her.

It came to the point where Seokjin waits for her at her doorstep everyday for at least 2 hours before leaving with a disappointed face. He can't even find her in campus anymore because she always finds a way to escape his sight.

Y/N stares at the thousands of text and voice mail she receive from him. Her eyes stares at the TV but her mind was all on Seokjin.

"You know whatever I say will never make him stop waiting outside right?" Hayi, her new housemate came out from her bedroom.

"I know." 

"And whatever excuse I told him, he will still be at our doorstep, waiting and waiting, until you finally came out right?"

"I know."

Hayi sighed. "Well, maybe you should just give him a chance to explain whatever you two lovebirds are fighting about!"

Y/N stares at her housemate. Hayi's right. She should give him a chance. But what makes her hesitate? It's because she knew this situation. She knew too well what's going to happen after she listens.

It's going to be her, hanging at the end of the road. Friend-zoned. Unwanted. Second choice. Most importantly, Broken hearted.

She's tired being this type of girl. She's tired waiting for people she love to love her back. She doesn't want this anymore because she've already been in this place a lot of times. That's why she won't listen. That's why, she isolate herself from Seokjin. She's afraid of getting hurt again.

Y/N look at Hayi.

"Thanks Hayi. I'll settle this. Once and for all."

Hayi nods and went back into her bedroom. Y/N unlock her phone, before finally typing to Seokjin.

...

From: Lee Y/N 🌻

Seokjin, don't think of me as a bad person after I say this. I truly cherished our friendship, even if it last only for a moment.

From now on Kim Seokjin, please stop contacting me. Please limit your meetings with me and please stop being friends with me or wait for me on my doorstep. I'm saying this not because I hate you, it's for your own good. I needed you to stay away from me because I hate this feeling of a second choice.

Yes, I know about your girlfriend. Don't ask me where I know, I just do. I won't be in this place again because I wanted to protect my heart from getting hurt and I admit, I was the one who went to deep in our friendship. I'm sorry Seokjin. I truly am. I let myself fall for your kindness and I let myself fall for you. I'm not blaming you, I blame myself because it's always been my fault whenever things like this happen.

Don't worry, It's not your fault. You don't need to apologize or explain because I'm going to be alright. From now, let's just stop being friends. Because we both know where this is heading. Once again, I'm truly sorry.

Seokjin felt as if his heart is being ripped after reading those text. He re-read it for the 10th time but the pain in his chest grew bigger as if being stabbed over and over each time he finish reading it. He knew it's his fault for not explaining further. But he determined to do so. He will not give up, unless Y/N heard it from his mouth.

...

One month later.

"Hey Y/N, you okay?" Youngji pat her back. She fake a smile.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

After she send those text, Seokjin stop sending her voice mail, text or visit her apartment. It hurts that he gives up so easily but Y/N knew maybe it's a good progress. Y/N doesn't want that Nana to think she's stealing her boyfriend.

It's been a month but Y/N can't get him out of her mind. She focus on her studies to lift her minds off of him. She didn't see him in campus anymore so that's a good sign to get over him.

"Y/N, wanna hang out at Mochi's today?" Youngji ask.

Y/N smiles, "Sure."

"Well, we'll see you there OK? At 8:00 PM. Don't be late! They're serving their special dessert today, Mango Bingsu, your favorite!" Youngji clapped excitedly, trying to cheer her friend.

"Ok. See you there guys," She replied. It's a relief to hangout there since Seokjin no longer came to Mochi's after the incident.

...

Mochi's Restaurant.

Y/N enters the restaurant. She look at her watch, it's already 8.10 PM. She knew she's late but 10 minutes won't hurt her friends. But what got Y/N surprised was to see a dark, closed restaurant.

Weird, she thought. Usually Mochi's closed at 11.00 PM.

She doesn't think it was closed because Youngji just text her asking where she's at. Y/N decide to call Youngji, so she reach her phone in her pocket but just as she was about to dialed Youngji's number, someone pulled her sleeve gently.

Y/N looked down and saw a cute young boy holding a single sunflower smiled at her. She bent down, eye level with the boy.

"Hello." She greets him.

The boy smiles shyly but didn't say anything. Y/N ruffles his hair softly. Maybe he can't speak, She thought.

"Are you lost?" She adds.

The boy shook his head. He stared at Y/N, twisting and turning his body timidly.

Y/N giggles and held his tiny hands. "Hmm let's go find your parents, I'm sure they'r-"

"You're really pretty. That's why he likes you." The boy said. Y/N frowns, confused with the boy's compliment. Y/N stared at him.

"Thank you.. but who-"

"Here. He told me to give this to you because it's your favorite," the boy said and hands her the sunflower. She accept it but it's weird. Nobody else knew she likes sunflower accept for Youngji.

"Follow me please." The boy ask politely.

Before she can do anything, the boy pulled her into the dark restaurant. Is he a ghost? Y/N said to herself. Oh my god, I'm going to die, she started to freak. Y/N think of many ways to escape but out of nowhere, a candle appears in the middle of the restaurant. Without she even notice, the boy pulled her hand and lead her to someone else's hand. Y/N was shocked.

"Enjoy your dinner pretty miss," The boy smiled and left.

Now, Y/N is left with that person whose holding her hand. She couldn't see the person's face as the only light was from the candle. But she seems to recognize those soft hands and Dolce's fragrance on the person's body. Finally, the mysterious person revealed himself.

"Hi Y/N," he said.

Y/N shivers from his voice. She knew something's up. But it's not a ghost. It's something scarier that a ghost.

It's Seokjin. Y/N quickly pulls her wrist but her attempt was failed when Seokjin held her wrist tightly from escaping. She sighed calmly.

"Seokjin, we've talked about th-"

"No we didn't. You're the only one who talk that day. Now I demand my turn to." Seokjin said firmly. Y/N shook at his tone but she let ego conquers herself.

"I don't want to, I'm fine like this, I've told you it's nobody fault right?" she said and leave him but as soon as she went to the restaurant's entrance, she found it locked with her friends outside, smiling sorrily while waving at her.

"I've asked for their help. Y/N, sit down and let's talk this out, for real." Seokjin persuades gently. Y/N look at Youngji who is outside for help but then Youngji held a writing that says,

'Trust me. He've got a good explanation. You won't regret anything tonight Y/N. Give him a chance.'

Y/N made a face but Youngji gave her a small smile while Jackson and Hanbin had already pushed her to leave them both alone.

"Come here," Seokjin pointed towards the chair for her. Y/N obeyed since she can't do anything but to trust Youngji. Her heart said yes but her brain says no. She's so conflicted.

Seokjin, being the gentleman he is, pulls the chair for her. She felt a bit touched at his act but she try to not let it consume her.

"You booked this place tonight?" She ask curiously. Seokjin nods.

"Why?"

Seokjin smiled. "Because I know this is the only place to make you stay." Y/N blushes but quickly remove those thoughts away.

"Listen Seokjin, I'm going to give you 5 minutes and you can tell me what you want to say and I won't-

"5 minutes? I can deal with that, come on follow me." Seokjin said and quickly pull Y/N’s hand. Y/N look at her with a surprised expression but followed him.

"What are you doing?" Y/N ask to which Seokjin smiles chummily.

"Making my 5 minutes worth it."

He unlocked the door and pulls Y/N’s hand to the curb of the streets. "Follow me Miss," he bow and she chuckles at his silliness.

A moment later, a small horse cart arrives in front of them. The cart was beautiful with white background and yellow lights hanging out as it decorative elements.

"Come on Princess, i can't make my 5 minutes worth it if you keep on staring at the cart just like that," he chuckled. Y/N pouts. Seokjin offers her hand and she accepts it, riding the horse cart together.

"This- is.. a big surprise." Y/N said. Seokjin grins.

"Don't worry, this is nothing," he replied calmly. Y/N giggles. But the horse cart ride was so short that they have arrive at somewhere unfamiliar. Seokjin opens the door for Y/N and reach for her hands. He quickly pulls her to a park with a table for two and a candle light in the middle. Seokjin pulls the chair for her and instructed her to sit.

Y/N sat there amazed with the view when suddenly, Jackson, Youngji and Hanbin appears dressed up as a waiter. Y/N looked at them, surprised.

"What are you guys-"

"What would you like Y/N? Koreans, Westerns or Southeast Asian food?" Seokjin asks. Y/N look at them with an are-you-serious look while they expected her answer.

"Urmm- Westerns..?" She said excitedly. Just then, Hanbin placed two plates of hot lasagna and all 3 of them bowed and left the table. Seokjin make her look at him.

"Yeah, they worked for me tonight, but that's just a part of their job," he explains. Y/N smiles and begin to pick up her fork. "So they're my friends plus your employee?" She asks. Seokjin giggles and nodded. They begin to eat the food together happily.

"I think you're the one who made this. How did you have all the time to cook this?" Y/N guess since the lasagna tasted like Seokjin's usual cooking. Seokjin stares at her. "Well, if you make it for someone special, it doesn't really matter whether we have time for them or not.."

His sentences got cut off in the middle when he is drawn into Y/N’s sparkly eyes and cute crimson cheeks. The way she gently swipe a single strand of hair behind her ear make him stop eating, just to appreciate the girl in front of him.

"Seokjin? Seokjin!" Y/N shouts to wake him up.

"Huh- what?" He replied.

"You only got 3 minutes left, I counted you know," Y/N make him realize. "Oh yes- yes! I'm sorry, got carried away with an angel, come on." Y/N blushes again.

He quickly wipe his mouth and abandon the uneaten lasagna to pull Y/N for another surprise. Seokjin intertwined their fingers and pulls her to an ice cream parlor at the park. Jackson was there again.

"What ice cream would you prefer Miss? We have the best flavors in the world," Seokjin smiles. Y/N try to think a hard flavor one just to test him and she asks, "I want.. Oreo Cream Hazelnut."

Seokjin look at Jackson while he search for that Y/N and when they though there's none, Jackson surprised them with the ice cream.

"Here you go, for the young gentleman and this pretty miss, enjoy." Jackson said to them with a wink.

Y/N smiles happily while looking at Seokjin. "Told you I'm gonna make my 5 minutes worth it right?" He asks. Y/N grins and began to asks him questions.

"It's kinda cheesy and i do agree if this makes you a gentleman. Tell me something, did they told you anything about my favorite ice cream flavor?" She asks. Seokjin scratch the back of his neck, "Well.. I had back-up plans in case the flavor you want is not on the list."

Y/N looks at him while licking the ice cream. "It's good but it's so cold!" Y/N stated. Seokjin smiles gladly. But not until the ice cream is finish, "I think your 5 minutes is almost over."

Seokjin look at her and took the ice cream on her hand, giving it to Jackson who is around the corner.

"Not yet my lady."

Seokjin claps twice and he reach for Y/N’s hands and waist. Y/N was once again surprised but nevertheless, followed.

Suddenly there's music in the air playing 'La Vie En Rose' and when she looked around, she saw a busking band playing the song and smiling at them.

"May I have this dance?" Seokjin politely asks. She nodded and they dance all through the song. It was beautiful, dancing under the stars is the perfect first date for every girl. A few seconds pass by when the busking suddenly stops and Youngji appears, handling a bouquet of sunflowers to Y/N. She smiles and leave both of them for an alone time on the quiet park.

Seokjin smiles at her and asks her to sit with him at a nearby bench. Y/N reluctantly follow behind. Y/N felt weird for she didn't know why Seokjin is doing all this for her. Is she a try-out before he did this to Nana? She's confused of how did the past 5 minutes explain what Seokjin wants to tell her.

When it was quiet, Seokjin finally started speaking. "So.. did you get it now?" He asks. Y/N blinked twice and looked at him like a lost puppy. Seokjin stared at her for a while before he giggles. Y/N pouts, finding as if he's mocking her about it.

"You really didn't get it do you?"

Y/N shook her head. Seokjin was so amused seeing her because girls usually catch up fast about these kind of stuffs. She tried to think of something and she said, "the highlight was nice though, a bouquet of sunflower, Nana is going to like all these-"

"I love you Y/N."

Y/N though she was hearing it wrong so she furrowed her eyebrow.

"What did you just say?"

Seokjin look at her deep in the eyes and repeat, "I. Love. You. Lee. Y/N." he confesses proudly. It took her a few minutes to understand what he's saying so she ask one more time.

"You.. love me? You're joking right? But.. but Nana? You and her.. you love me like a friend right.. I get it.." before she even finish, Seokjin got up and went towards her.

He kneels down and cupped her face and the next thing that happened, got Y/N feel those butterfly in her stomach like in the movies.

He kissed her. Lips to lips. Her very own, first kiss.

It felt beautiful and enchanting at the same time. The way his lips gently kisses her's, Y/N felt as if she was awaken from 100 years of sleep. She felt breathless, as if her life depends on it. When they broke the kiss, Seokjin look at her.

"You talked too much," he said while wiping her lips with his thumbs. Those charming eyes met her's and a single tears roll down her eyes.

"What are you like this Seokjin? Why kiss me when you have a girlfriend? Please don't play with my heart.." Y/N muffled.

Seokjin look into her beautiful eyes and gently wipe the tears away. He embrace her into a hug this time, Y/N didn't stop him because she felt weak. Weak because of the kiss.

"I'm not playing with your heart Y/N. I'm doing this because i am truly, madly and deeply in love with you since day one," Seokjin whispers while caressing her hair. When she didn't say interrupt, he continues.

"Do you think I didn't want to bump into you again after our first meeting? Do you think I gave that hot dog or stop by your house just because I know you can't cook? No, Y/N. I did that because I love you. I'm comfortable when I'm around you and I sincerely wanted you to be mine." Y/N was overwhelmed hearing his confession but her mind kept thinking of Nana. She broke the hug and looked at him.

"But Nana? I don't want you to hurt her like this Seok-"

"Silly, she's my cousin. That's why you should have let me talk first," Seokjin chuckled leaving Y/N dumbfounded yet she still hesitated.

"But how is she your cousin? She clings on to you like you're her boyfriend and you're always on the phone with her,"

"She's my aunt's daughter. We were close when we were little up until now. She acts like I'm her boyfriend just so nobody will court her since she's going to get married soon. She called me a lot lately because she's asking for my opinion on her new ring and if I can walk her down the aisle for her father had passed away not long ago. There, that's all. Does that explains it?" Seokjin explains.

Y/N mentally slapped herself. She felt so stupid. How can't she catch it? Seokjin always tell her about a cousin of his that he loves like his little sister. And Kim Nana? No wonder the surname sounds familiar. She mentally laugh at herself for being such a fool.

Seokjin saw her blushing face and found it cute so he asks, "You should have let me talk first next time. I know you and me, we're both wrong for not being honest with each other but Y/N, can i ask you something?"

"What? I'm sorry Seokjin. I feel so dumb and embarrassed right now with my insecurities and i let it out on you.. i can't even look at you in the eyes right now.." Y/N said while looking away. Seokjin chuckled but he pulls her face so she's staring at him.

"Y/N, you're perfect just the way you are. Don't be insecure of yourself just because you think every men thinks alike. I love you for who you are. Y/N, I've like you for a long time and finally I've got this chance so, may i ask this question?"

"Hm? What is it?"

Seokjin nervously looked at her but muster up the courage to ask.

"Would you be my girlfriend?"

Y/N felt her heart thumping.

Girl.. friend?

GIRLFRIEND?

Y/N was overwhelmed with happiness when Seokjin ask those simple words and finally, she nodded shyly.

"I've been waiting for someone to ask me that for a long time Seokjin. And for your question, Yes! A million times yes!" she shouts happily and hugged him.

Seokjin kiss her forehead and they talk for hours with each other until it's time to go home.

"So that's your idea for a perfect proposal? Is there anything else besides all that if i may know?" Y/N asks as Seokjin walks her home.

Seokjin grins, "Well.. you only gave me 5 minutes, and there's no more hidden i guess. Except for the kiss. That's unplanned but i have always dream about it." Y/N, still holding the sunflower bouquet intertwined her fingers with Seokjin and lean towards him.

"Thank you Seokjin. Thank you for being honest. Thank you for asking me to be your girlfriend. Thank you for tonight and thank you for being my boyfriend," She told him. Seokjin smiles shyly and pecked her lips.

"Thank you Y/N, for walking into my life with that bright smile of yours."

🍡

[captainoftherollyjoger]

Pawprints On My Heart

Emma is looking for her dog, Hook, when suddenly she is bowled over by a massive ball of fluff. The handsome owner of the dog apologises profusely. He makes it up to her by treating her to a few pints and a pizza.

Very fluffy! This was only supposed to be about 2,000 words long. Oh well. It was fun. Warning: Nothing too intense, but things get a bit steamy. Killian's aggravations about Nana are my own, what can I say?

Ao3

 “Hoooook!” Shouted Emma, where had that damn dog got to? Her dog, a mostly black, Siberian husky with deep blue eyes and a white face, apart from the dark circles around his eyes, which she always thought resembled eye liner, was always getting her into trouble. Always running off in the dog park to give her as much grief as possible. The speed of him was certainly amazing, even taking into the fact he only had three legs, he had lost his front left, that didn't stop him being the cheekiest dog she knew. “Hoook! Where are you?” She looked high and low for him. No luck. She walked to the water's edge to see if he had disappeared for a drink.

 “Love, look out!” A panicked voice shouted. Before she knew it, black and white flashed before her eyes and she was sitting in a heap on the floor. She heard splashes in the water but before she could inspect what was happening, strong arms were lifting her up. “I am so sorry, I can't apologise enough.” She turned around to see a tall, dark, handsome man who oddly resembled the colour of a tomato. His hair was dishevelled from his worry, and his hand scratched at his neck. “It was my dog and someone else's. They've been playing together for a bit, I couldn't find the owner.” She was absolutely flabbergasted. She couldn't even speak, she turned towards the lake to see a large black and white dog swimming about most contently, with her own dog looking unsure about the water. “I mean, it was my dog who knocked you over, she's so big but so unaware of it. She has no spacial awareness whatsoever. Comes with the breed.” He laughed, nervously.

 “Look, it's fine.” She smiled, finally she managed to say something. He immediately relaxed when she was okay. “If being taken down by a massive dog is the way I’m gonna go, then that's the way it's gonna be.” She laughed. He joined in. “And that dog is mine, so thanks for returning him. He's certainly a cheeky one.”

 “Aye, aren't they all?” He looked around the park. They both spotted an old man with his old brown Labrador. “Why can't I have that dog?” He chuckled. They watched their dogs in the water, hers had decided to take the plunge and follow his around.

 “Is yours a Newfoundland?” She asked.

 “Aye! Not many people get that first time around, she gets mistaken for a St Bernard a lot, sometimes a Bernese mountain dog, I've even had a Labradoodle! Honestly, how is she a Labradoodle?” He laughed.

 “The people I used to live across from as a child had two. They were such lovely dogs.”

 “Aye, that they are. My brother always wanted one. Unfortunately, he passed before he got one.” He said, sadly.

 “Oh, I’m sorry.”

 “Not to worry, lass." There was an awkward pause. "He's a handsome fellow, he's quick for a three legged dog. Nice to see we share something in common.” He lifted up his left hand. She only noticed his prosthetic for the first time.

 “Oh, wow. Yeah, I urm, rescued him.” She looked away from the man and watched their dogs playing in the more shallow water. “He was staring up at me with his big blue eyes, looking all sad and intense, I fell for him straight away.” She laughed, she turned towards him and noticed he also had deep blue eyes and he was staring at her intently. He looked as broken as the dog she rescued.

 “What's his name?” He asked.

 “Hook. After the pirate captain.” She smiled. “I was struggling for a name and Peter Pan happened to be on that night. I figured, why not?”

 “Well, what a coincidence. My dog is called Nana!”

 “I’m pretty sure Nana was a St Bernard.” She laughed.

 “That's where you're wrong, love.” He stepped a bit closer to her. “In the original script and book it quite clearly states that Nana is a prim Newfoundland.” He smiled. “A fact I find myself telling everyone.”

 “Interesting.” She smiled. “So, we both have cute dogs and we both like Peter Pan.”

 “And both dogs have cute owners.” He smirked.

 “You trying to claim that you're cute?” She flirted back.

 “Aye, I'm fighting women off with sticks.”

 “I don't see a stick around here.”

 “Maybe I don't want to fight you off.” He whispered. She blushed immediately, his dog had knocked her onto her ass and now he was flirting.

 “I bet you've trained her to knock women on the floor, so you can run in and be the dashing hero.”

 “So you think I'm dashing?” He smirked again.

 “I just meant-”

 “I’m teasing. And you're the only one. I promise. Apart from a toddler once, but that ran into her.” She turned away from him, he was too much to handle.

 “They’re having fun.” She pointed out.

 “Like their owners.” His whole body was turned towards her and his hand rested on his belt.

 “Is there a flirt button I can turn off?” She laughed.

 “Alas, I wish there was. Maybe at six in the morning on a cold winter day, when the last thing I want to do is get up and go to work. I'm a bit moody then.”

 “Shame we're not there.” Now she was flirting. He raised an eyebrow at her.

 “Well, that can certainly be arranged.” He bit his bottom lip and she laughed.

 “You couldn't handle it.”

 “Well, I do like a challenge.”

 At that moment Nana and Hook ran over to them, both sopping wet. They stroked each other's dogs and continued chatting. Mostly about their love of Peter Pan.

 “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked abruptly.

 “Urm.”

 “As an apology?” His eyes were full of hope. “Please.”

 “You don't even know my name.”

 “Emma Swan.”

 “How the hell do you know that?” She stepped back, was he some sort of stalker?

 “It was on your dog's tag.” He smiled. She felt a wave of relief. Of course it was.

 “And I’m Killian Jones.” He took her hand and kissed it. “So, what do you say, Swan? Have a drink with me?”

 “Go on then. Since it's a Saturday.” She smiled. Together they walked in silence, their dogs padding at their sides, towards a dog friendly bar that overlooked the beach and sea.

 “What can I get you?”

 “Rum and coke, please.” He raised an eyebrow.

 “Certainly, love.”

 Emma watched over the two dogs, who were now dozing in the shade, it was a hot day, she had some blue knee length shorts and a grey t-shirt on. Killian returned with two rum and cokes to refresh them on the hot day. He beamed at her whenever she talked, she told him she was in bail bonds, and he told her he worked at the docks, but used to be in the Royal Navy. He lost his brother, who had practically raised him, and his hand in an excursion that went extremely wrong, and escaped to America to get away from it all. He explained that Nana was a failed service dog, due to her playfulness, but she still knew some of the commands. She told him about her time in the foster system and how some guy had set her up to take the fall, and she ended up in prison.

 “Seems we share a tragic past in common too, love.” He smiled, he finished the last of his drink. There was a comfortable silence between them.

 “Same?” She asked. She got up to go to the bar.

 “Ah, ah. I'm buying.” He smiled, standing up with her.

 “You bought the first round. I'm buying second.” She said, firmly.

 “Very well.” He sat down.

 “That's it? No more protests?”

 “You're clearly a woman set in her ways, why would I bother delaying my drink?” He sat back and put a toothpick in his mouth. She nodded and went to the bar.

 They talked about everything and anything, he wanted to keep her there as long as possible, and she felt the same. He kept chewing on his toothpick throughout their conversations. He was leant forward on his elbows, listening to every word she said, whilst she sat back. She leant forward. They were quite close and he smiled.

 “You have an oral fixation.” She stated.

 “What?” His cheeks tinged with red.

 “You chew on stuff a lot. I’m not being dirty.”

 “Can't say I would mind if you were.” It was time for her cheeks to tinge red. He pulled the toothpick from his mouth and smiled softly at her. “This might be the rum talking, but-” He leant forward slowly and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She didn't pull away from him, at that moment the two dog's started barking. There was a high pitched scream, and a man took off with a woman's bag. Emma was up straight away, running full speed for the man. After he had recovered and realised what was happening, Killian soon followed suit, the dogs chasing after him. She was so fast. He watched her grab the man and pin him to a wall, she took the bag. He kicked her shin and spat in her face, then took off. At least she had the bag. Killian saw her and ran over.

 “Love, are you alright?” She wiped the spit from her face and looked at her leg. He had grazed it and it was dripping blood. “Your leg, it's cut.”

 “I’m fine. Fancy another rum and coke?” She asked, walking past him. He smirked, she was quite capable of looking after herself.

 “You’re not fine. You're bleeding.”

 “How observant.” The dogs followed them both, as Emma headed for the woman. She was extremely grateful and offered Emma a reward. She refused.

 “Swan, please. My apartment is just around the corner. Let me sort your leg out.”

 “Do you have alcohol?”

 “Indeed.”

 “Lead the way.”

 Killian's apartment was nice. It had an open plan, and two bedrooms. It was a comfortable enough space for his large dog, who often lay on his balcony. Emma was sat on his couch, she looked at her surroundings. His shoes were all neatly at the front door, his coats sitting on pegs. He had a bookshelf which was filled with endless amounts of books, but very few photographs. On his coffee table was a few magazines stacked up neatly, a book which was half read, and a photograph of him and another lighter haired man. She could only assume it was Liam, as they were both dressed up in Navy uniforms. He looked incredibly young and clean shaven.

 “Here you go, love.” He walked over, two glasses in hand and a bottle of rum tucked under his armpit. He poured, then handed her one. He disappeared back to the kitchen and returned with a bowl in hand. It was filled with warm water and a cloth. He sat on the edge of his coffee table and tapped his knee, she placed her foot on it and he inspected her shin.

 “Nothing I can't clear up.” He smiled.

 “Sorry if my legs are a bit prickly.” She laughed. “I wasn't expecting this.”

 “Don't be silly.” He wiped the dried blood, it was only a minor graze, why he was acting like her life was coming to an end she did not know.

 “You look handsome.” He raised an eyebrow. “In the picture. In your uniform.” She stuttered.

 “Oh, thanks. Liam was always the heartthrob. I was always a scrawny thing who still had to grow into his nose.” He Laughed.

 “Well, you've grown quite well. Stubble suits you.” He was getting all shy, and she found it adorable. “Am I embarrassing you?” She asked. He didn't make eye contact and continued wiping her leg. “There's nothing there now.” She pointed out.

 “Oh. Of course. Urm, I’ll stick a plaster on it.” He disappeared again. He returned moments later with quite a hefty first aid bag. “Wow, you're certainly prepared.”

 “You never know when a beautiful woman is going to need rescuing because she kicked some guys arse.” He chuckled. He stuck on the plaster and tapped her calf twice. “All done.”

 “Thank you.” She smiled. She raised her glass of rum towards him and he picked up his own. “Cheers.”

 “Cheers.”

 They sat in silence, he was still sitting on his coffee table, drinking, whilst the dogs slept by the fridge. It was getting to six in the evening.

 “I was a medic.” He blurted out.

 “Oh?”

 “On the ship, I was the head medic. When Liam died, and I lost my hand. I couldn’t do enough for him, to save him. I have saved so many men, and I couldn’t do anything for the one who was most important to me. I lost my brother, my hand, and my career in the royal Navy. I was hoping to go to medical school, and become a doctor. The Navy were going to fund me. It was a pretty good future for an orphan.”

 “I’m so sorry, Killian.” It mustn’t have been easy to tell her that. She didn’t even know if he realised he had said it aloud. “Really. I am.”

 “Sorry, I don’t know why I told you that. I don’t usually open up that quickly, if at all.” He got up and walked off. She heard him fumbling about in the kitchen.

 “Vodka?” She smiled, as he walked over and sat next to her on the couch. He brought two shot glasses over. “Seriously?”

 “Needed something a little different.” He smiled. He poured them a shot each and clinked their glasses. “To new friends.” He smiled. They both sat with one knee on the couch, facing each other.

 “I’m a friend now?”

 “For now.” He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. He downed the shot and placed the glass on the table.

 “We should slow down, or we’re not going to make it to eight.” She smiled. “You got any beer?”

 “Aye.” He got up and disappeared once again. “What would you like?” He shouted from his kitchen. “Budweiser? Guinness? Heineken? Peroni? Stella? Becks? I have cider! Strongbow? Magners? Kopparberg!” Was this guy an alcoholic?

 “A Becks, please.” She called. He returned with two bottles of Becks and a smile. “Why are you stocked like a bar?” She asked.

 “It was my best friend’s birthday last week. His girlfriend refused to have it at their place, didn’t want their lovely mansion getting trashed. So, I got stuck hosting. Thankfully, everyone brought beer and spirits to make it up to me. Should last me quite a while.” He chuckled.

 “Big party?”

 “He turned thirty, so yeh, I guess so. He got so wasted, I found him crying over my toilet about how his life was over. Thirty is no age, I told him. He said it’s alright for me, I have another year yet.”

 “I’ve two.” She smirked.

 “Alright, don’t rub it in, Swan.” He laughed and stared into her eyes. “I have an important question to ask you.” He said, seriously. She leant back. What was he doing? They were having fun, why did he have to go all serious? His pause was too long, she was starting to feel uncomfortable. “Will you share a pizza with me?” She sighed with relief, then burst out laughing.

 “You’re a right-” She didn’t finish her sentence. “I thought you were being serious!”

 “Excuse me, but tomato sauce and cheese cooked on dough is extremely serious!”

 “You’re right. I’m sorry. I would love to.” He grinned. “Only if it’s pepperoni.”

 “If the lady insists.” He bowed, then grabbed his phone. “Hi, yes. I’d like to place an order for Killian Jones. A large pepperoni pizza, please. Discount?” He removed the phone from his ear and put his hand over the microphone. “Would you like some mozzarella sticks?” She nodded. “Hi, yeh. Stick them on the order. Wedges as well, please, mate. Twenty five dollars. Right, I’ll pick it up in half an hour. Thanks, mate. Cheers, bye.”

 “A feast for us?”

 “Aye, gotta treat a lady right.” She reached into her pocket and gave him fifteen dollars. “Put your money away, I don’t want it. My treat.”

 “Jones.”

 “Swan. No. I suggested it.”

 “I’m already drinking all your alcohol.” She stated.

 “I don’t care. I want to treat you. You can buy me dinner next time.” He smirked, leaning in closer.

 “Next time?” She raised an eyebrow. “I don’t remember being asked, or asking.”

 “Very well. Emma Swan, will you go to dinner with me some time?” He looked all shy again, not flirty as usual, but sincere. She pondered on it. Was it just dinner? Or was he asking her out?

 “Depends. Where are you taking me?” She smirked.

 “Well, if you’re paying, then the finest steakhouse in this city.” He laughed. She hit him playfully. “The pizza place is just around the corner. I was thinking we could stretch the dog’s legs and clear our heads a bit.”

 “Sounds delightful.”

 They walked down the front together, dogs padding at their sides. Killian on the left, Emma on the right. He had Nana’s lead looped around his prosthetic hand, and his right was dangling extremely close to Emma’s. He took a leap of faith and grabbed it. She didn’t pull away from him, and tightened her grip. His heart was pounding in his chest, no one had ever made him feel like this.

 “Here we are.” He turned. “You wait out here with the mutts.” She pulled out some money and waved it in front of him. “No.” He turned on his heel, and Nana wanted to follow.

 “Shhh, girl. Daddy will be back soon.” She stroked the dog’s floppy ears. She watched Killian through the glass window, he was chatting amicably with the server, a small blonde she noticed. She saw the woman smile and laugh at whatever joke he was telling, maybe Emma wasn’t so special? He just flirted with everyone. Then she saw him turn and point out the window. She looked shocked, he was pointing at her with a big goofy grin on his face. The woman waved at her, and she waved back. Surely he wouldn’t point out another woman if he liked the server, maybe they were just friends. He was heading out the door, but was still looking at the counter.

 “Thanks, Tink! I’ll see you next week!” She shouted something, but Emma didn’t hear. “Oh, I’ll certainly try my best!” He had a couple of boxes in his hand and gave Emma a big smile. “She is hilarious.”

 “Who is it?”

 “Tink, she’s another best friend of mine. I used to work here before she got me the job at the dock.” He owed a lot to her. “Not a massive fan of her boyfriend, he’s a writer, but his father works on boats. She convinced him to give me a job. I was awful at this place. Couldn’t stand the rude people.”

 “Oh, she seems nice.”

 “Yeah, she’s great. We’re going out for drinks next week, even if August is tagging along. He’s not such a fan of me.”

 “Are you surprised? His girlfriends best friend is a dark haired, piercing eyed, flirty, gentleman. I’d be jealous if I were him.”

 “Didn’t think of it that way, never seen Tink as anything more than a friend.” Emma was relieved. “She asked if you would like to join us?”

 “Me?”

 “Aye, get August off her case a bit, if he knows I’m with someone-”

 “Woah, Killian. Calm down. With someone? I mean, I’m flattered, but I hardly know you-” She stepped back.

 “Calm down, Swan. I didn’t mean it like that, I merely meant, if August knew I had my eye on someone, he would stop being so suspicious of me all the time. I’m not suggesting we’re anything, Swan.” She eyed him suspiciously. “I promise. We’ll go at a steady pace, we don’t even have to go out like that, we can just go out as friends.” She nodded. “Come on, our pizza is getting cold.” He chuckled.

  Back at the apartment, Emma had just finished the last slice. There were a few wedges left, but the mozzarella sticks were all gone. Emma had to fight Killian for them, he ate them so quickly. He claimed They’re just so delicious, Swan. They were both stuffed and leaning back on his couch, Killian picked up the TV magazine and flicked through it.

 “Swan! Peter Pan is on.” He grabbed his remote and switched on the TV. It was the Disney version and it had just started. He got them a couple more drinks and settled down to watch the film. As soon as he saw Nana he complained. She laughed at him, then snuggled into him. He reached his arm around her and pulled her in. When the first set of adverts came on, he got up and disappeared.

 “You know, you could tell me when you’re about to disappear!” She shouted. He came back with a blanket.

 “Simply getting comfortable, Swan.” He smiled. “Shift.” She stood up, then he lay down and tapped his chest.

 “You can’t be serious.”

 “Well, I can hardly be the little spoon, Swan. You won’t be able to see over me.” She laughed at his ridiculousness and lay next to him. Just in time. The gang were arriving in Neverland.

 “You know, I’ve never actually liked Peter Pan himself.” He admitted.

 “Course you haven’t.” She looked over at the dogs. Hook was resting his head on Nana’s. She did look extremely comfortable with all that fur. “They look comfy.” She whispered.

 “I think Hook’s got a crush.” He smirked. He had his arms wrapped around her. “Can’t say I blame him, she’s a very pretty Newfoundland.” The adverts came on again. Emma twisted herself so she was on her back and looked up at Killian.

 “Thanks for today. It’s been nice.” He looked down at her. “But it needs something else.” He raised an eyebrow. “More rum.” She sat up and poured some shots. She lined four up each.

 “You trying to get me drunk, Swan?”

 “Just having a bit of fun.” He sat up. “First to down all their shots, then down a beer wins.” She smirked.

 “And, what does the loser have to do?”

 “You’ll have to wait and see.”

 They started on their shots, Emma drank him under the table.

 “What is my punishment?”

 “Get me ice cream!”

 “I don’t have ice cream.”

 “What do you mean, you don’t have ice cream?”

 “I don’t like it.”

 “You don’t like ice cream?!” She sat back. “Sorry, Killian Jones. I have to leave.” She got up and started to walk off. He laughed and ran after her, his arms wrapped around her and turned her towards him.

 “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, she stumbled backwards and they hit his front door. She was giggling into him. It was quite obvious that they were both drunk. “Shhh.” He laughed.

 “This is definitely the rum talking.” She reached up and collided their lips together. The kiss was messy, nowhere near as tender as their first. Her hands went to his hair, he rested his hands on the door and deepened the kiss. He was struggling to keep himself steady, he had definitely drunk too much, he picked her up and walked her to the couch. They went down with a gentle oomph . His hands went to her waist, and she started to work on the buttons of his flannel shirt.

 “Emma.”

 “Shhh,” He had a white t-shirt underneath. She could feel his toned body under it, he clearly still looked after himself. His mouth went to her neck. “Killian.” She moaned. What was this woman doing to him? Her hands pulled his shirt up his back and she lifted it over his head. She ran her hands from his shoulders down his sides and he jerked.

 “Oi! That tickled!” He complained. His hands went under her shirt and he did the same. “Seriously? You’re not ticklish?” She shook her head. “How is that fair? Bad form, Swan.”

 “Enough talking.” Her hands went to his belt. He stopped her then.

 “Emma, stop.” She did.

 “What’s wrong?”

 “We’re both drunk. Too drunk. I don’t want to forget this Emma.” She sighed. “I don’t mind carrying on with this steamy make out session though.” He smirked into her neck.

 “Killian.” He smiled, then got up. “Sorry, love. I know how tempting I am.” That got him a playful whack. “I hope I’ve not embarrassed you too much?” She had drunk more than him. She shook her head. “Shall we continue watching Peter Pan?” He asked. She nodded. They went back to their previous position spooning on the couch. She soon fell asleep in his arms.

 Emma woke up with a massive headache. She had drunk too much. Way too much. She felt strong arms around her, they were Killian’s. He was snoozing lightly, his shirt was still off. She wasn’t too drunk to remember their steamy session, but she was certainly glad it didn’t go any further. Not yet.

 “Morning, handsome.” She smiled. "You got some aspirin?"

 “Mmm, morning.” His voice was still sleepy. “Has someone got a headache?" She could feel him smirking. "I do have aspirin. Would you like to stay for breakfast?” He asked.

 “I’ve used enough of your hospitality.” She chuckled. “But, what’s for breakfast?”

 “Pancakes?”

 “Well, that’s an offer I can hardly refuse.”

 Killian made them pancakes, whilst Emma took the dogs for a stretch of their legs. When she returned, they were waiting for her on the kitchen island.

 “I have to go into work for a bit today.” He smiled. “Just got called in. Need to go in a few hours.”

 “I have some stuff to do anyway.” She said, sipping her coffee.

 “Can I have your number?” He asked. As if she would say no.

  They chatted idly, she complimented his pancakes, he claimed he only made them on rare occasions.

  "I need to go, Jones."

  "So soon?"

  "Like I said, I have things to do." She smiled, she placed his mug down. He walked around the counter towards her.

  "Can I text you later?" She nodded. "Do you want me to walk you home?"

  "I'll be fine, thanks." She smiled, he was playing idly with her hand. He was acting all shy again and looking at the floor. She reached up and kissed him. "Seriously, thank you. You're the best. I'll see you soon, yeah?"

  "Okay, yeah."

  Killian was painting one of the boats. He couldn’t get Emma out of his head, he really wanted to see her again. Nana was sitting by the water’s edge. He went on his break and fumbled about with his phone.

  Hey, Swan x

  Hey, Jones x

  Let me see you tonight? X

  You’ve seen me today. X

  I know, but I wanna see you again. Is that so bad? Plus Nana is missing Hook. X He sent a picture of her lying by the sea.

  How could I refuse that? However, if we go out, they still won’t see each other. X

 Then maybe we will have to go out a few times x

  The lovebirds will have to wait, I’m taking you out for dinner tonight. I’ll pick you up at 8. X

  Shouldn’t I be picking you up? X

  Where do I live? X

  Touche.

   Be ready, look pretty. I like a looker on my arm :D x

  Cheeky, see you tonight xx

  :D xx